The Attendants Chapters 23-25 (Patreon)

Chapter 23

“Now, we will begin to name the pairings,” Lily said as she pulled out a scroll from within her robes. The scroll unfurled before her and she began to read off the names. “Dean Thomas,” she said, addressing the first man in line, “you are assigned attendant Megan Jones.”

Megan Jones, a Hufflepuff in their year, stepped up from her house table and walked up to the front to stand beside Dean. The two students both looked shyly at each other as Lily nodded. The hall was filled with murmurs as the pair walked down to the Gryffindor table together.

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Another year at Hogwarts, another year away from football. It truly was the most painful thing for Dean to only get to play and watch football games over the summer break. Occasionally, a few muggleborns would get together to play a match, but those were few and far between and most of them weren’t any good. Still, it was a nice enough reprieve from the seemingly never-ending Quidditch matches that Dean appreciated them nonetheless.

At least this year would be better.

Dean was getting an attendant.

It had taken months of hard work for him to squeak into the top twenty students of his year. He had always been around the middle of the pack, but he really made a concerted effort to work hard last year. And it had all paid off!

Seamus grumbled moodily as they waited in the Great Hall. The Irishman hadn’t made the top twenty students in their year, not that he had even bothered to really try. He had skived off all of their planned study sessions, leaving Dean to spend long hours in the library alone.

As usual, the Great Hall was abuzz with noise as Professor Potter stepped up to the podium. “Can the top twenty sixth-years please make their way up to the front of the Hall?”

“Good luck,” Seamus muttered as Dean pushed himself up from the table and made his way to the front.

All twenty students lined up. Dean wasn’t surprised to see Hermione or Harry there, nor Parvati. Naturally, there were eight Ravenclaws in the group. Five Hufflepuffs and three Slytherins rounded out the top spots.

Professor Potter spouted off her usual speech, listing off the rules and regulations that they had heard several times before. None of the top twenty were paying much attention; there was too much excitement and anxiety for any of them to focus much.

“Now, we will begin to name the pairings,” Professor Potter said as she pulled out a scroll from within her robes.

Dean took a deep breath as he watched her pull out a crisp, slightly yellowed roll of parchment, bound with a red ribbon. Professor Potter carefully removed the ribbon before unfurling the parchment. She looked up and met Dean’s gaze.

“Dean Thomas,” she began.

It was like time slowed as she said his name. He felt his body tense and lock up, his pulse heighten until he could hear the blood pounding in his ears, and his hands went all clammy.

“You are assigned attendant Megan Jones.”

Everything returned to normal in an instant. Dean heard the cheers and applause coming from all around the room as the first attendant was announced.

He knew Megan, she was a cute Hufflepuff in his year. Short, dark hair with a slim body and a smaller than average chest. But her best feature was her incredible butt that just begged to be squeezed. Dean could remember him and the other Gryffindor boys using any excuse they could to walk behind her up the stairs just so that they could see the lift her butt got with each step up.

She was his attendant now. His to have sex with almost any time he wanted.

Merlin help him. It all felt so surreal.

The sound of approaching footsteps shook him out of his stupor. Dean whirled around to see Megan walking up to him. She was dressed in her nicest school robes, and he could see that she had just recently gotten her hair trimmed so that it hung just below her jawline. She had a nervous-looking smile on her face, but her beautiful brown eyes were sparkling up at him.

Dean wanted to say something to her as she got close. Even though they were stuck together, he wanted her to like him. What he could say to make himself seem interesting and cool?

He had waited too long. His brain had stalled out and now she was right in front of him. He opened his mouth in a last ditch attempt, but regretfully turned it into a crooked smile.

Damn it, Dean saw Megan’s smile drop just a fraction of an inch. Seconds in and he had already blown it.

“We should probably go sit down,” Megan murmured over to him.

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Supper had gone by in a flash, and already it was time to retire to their rooms for the night. Dean had barely said a word to Megan over supper, not that she had been much better. Dean couldn’t blame her though, the whole thing was so much more awkward than he had imagined it to be. From what he could see at his spot at the table, Harry, Hermione, and Parvati’s first meetings with their attendants had been just as awkward.

Dean and Megan had split off from the rest of the group on the way up to their rooms. It seemed like everyone else in Gryffindor was up on the seventh floor, but Dean had been assigned a room on the sixth floor. It was far away from the Grand Staircase, about as far as one could get while still being inside the castle. That meant plenty of privacy, or plenty of awkward space all to themselves.

When they finally reached the portrait to their room, Dean felt like he had to say something. “Here we are,” he said, gesturing to the portrait of a sleeping giant lying on his back in a field of peonies.

Stupid! Why had he said that?”

Megan gave a weak chuckle. “Here we are.”

She stood there expectantly, and Dean realized a second later that he was the only one with password thanks to the scrap of parchment Professor Potter had given him after supper. “New beginnings,” Dean said, reading off the password.

The portrait swung open to reveal a large sitting room. “Oh,” Megan sighed happily as she stepped through the threshold. The room was beautifully furnished with a straw-coloured couch and a couple of armchairs by the fireplace, a wide, circular table with four chairs, and a plush rug beneath it all. The real standout was the view though. They had a beautiful, tall, arched window that nearly ran from floor to ceiling. It overlooked the Black Lake, and several of the window panes could even be pushed open to let some fresh air in.

The last feature of the room were the two wooden doors on the opposite wall of the window. Dean walked over and pushed one open, seeing his new bedroom.

It had the same style of four-poster bed that he was used to, but it was much larger than the one back in his old dorm. There was a nice desk to work at, a small bookshelf in the corner of the room, and an open doorway leading into a bathroom. His trunk was already placed at the base of his bed.

“Everything looking alright?”

Megan’s voice made Dean jump. He quickly turned around to see her standing just a few feet away in the doorway to her own bedroom. Attendants were given their own bedrooms, though they could sleep with their masters or mistresses if they wanted to.

Dean nodded his head. “Yeah. Everything alright for you too?”

“Mm hmm,” Megan hummed as she took a step out of her room.

Dean watched as she slowly meandered her way around the room. Her light skin glowed in the fading sunlight that streamed through the large window. Megan was just moving slowly, twirling around as she inspected every inch of the room. Only, she was doing that until she caught him staring at her.

Megan gave him a bit of an awkward smile. “Maybe we should sit down and talk about all of this?”

That sounded like the best idea they’d had all night. Dean had been a nervous wreck, so unlike himself. He needed to get things back under control. So, he quickly made his way over to Megan. She had already sat herself down on one side of the couch. For a moment, Dean’s eyes flickered between the other side of the couch and the nearby armchair before finally setting in on the couch. It was time to be confident again.

“So, you’re my attendant then?” Dean figured it was best to jump right in on the topic at hand.

What he didn’t expect was for Megan’s lips to twitch upwards. “Really?” She drawled sarcastically.

Dean wanted to slap himself. This was going worse than expected.

His thoughts must have come across on his face because Megan dropped the sarcasm and inched a little bit closer to him on the couch. “Sorry,” she murmured. “I can be a little sassy when I’m stressed.”

Dean cracked a small smile. “I guess I get a little shy when I’m like that. And of course my brain turns off whenever I’m near a pretty girl.”

Megan lit up at the compliment. Good, Dean thought to himself. Things were getting back on track.

“This is all a bit mad,” Dean said, gesturing to the room around him. While it definitely wasn’t close to the size of the Gryffindor common room, this sitting room was about the same size as his dorm room. “They pamper us just to get us to have a few kids and try harder at school.”

Megan chuckled a little at that. “I know, but isn’t it so fascinating?” Her eyes lit up as she spoke. “I mean, everyone knows how horny teens and young adults can get. Regulating sex through a program seems like the perfect solution to our low birthrate. Even people who aren’t in the program now get to see sex all around them, and who doesn’t get a little bit turned on from seeing that? I can’t believe the Ministry came up with such an ingenious solution!”

The whole time was speaking, Dean was focused on Megan. Her shyness had all but disappeared as she went on talking about this. She seemed so passionate about it; though, Dean couldn’t tell if it was about the Ministry’s brilliant program or just the sex part of it all. “So you wanted to become an attendant then?” Dean asked, though already having a feeling he knew the answer.

“Of course!” Megan exclaimed. “I mean, the perks are nice and all, and I’ll definitely be needing your help in Transfiguration, but don’t you think that sex is the most important part of it?”

“It is,” Dean answered, though he couldn’t help but blush a little under Megan’s curious gaze. She seemed pleased by his answer. Her rosy red lips parted slightly and Dean started to imagine what they would feel like against his own.

“I volunteered to be an attendant just for that,” Megan explained. “I knew I’d never reach the top twenty students, not with all the competition to get into it, so I decided to volunteer instead. Honestly, I was just hoping I didn’t get stuck with someone rotten like Malfoy or Corner.”

“Are you happy being stuck with me?” Dean asked before he could stop himself.

Megan’s eyes flashed again and she got up on her knees and leaned forward on the couch towards him. She had the first few buttons of her shirt undone and he could just barely see her cleavage as she leaned in. “I’m very happy,” Megan said honestly, her tone dropping an octave. “Are you happy with me?”

Who wouldn’t be? Dean could already feel himself starting to harden as Megan moved into his personal space. Her face sat just a few inches away from his, just out of reach for him to lean forward and kiss her. She was watching him, waiting for his answer.

“I don’t think I could’ve gotten anyone better,” Dean answered.

Megan’s face lit up with a bright grin. “It’s my ass, isn’t it? I’ve heard the boys talk about it before.”

Dean opened his mouth to deny it, but then he paused. Why should he deny it? It wasn’t inappropriate to say things like that to Megan, not now that she was his attendant. This was the entire point of the program: to have sex. If he couldn’t even talk about it with Megan, then how would they ever do the deed? There was no way that Dean was going to miss out on that, not after what he’d gone through to get here.

So, Dean leaned forward towards Megan and, with lightning-fast movement, reached around behind her and gave her ass a squeeze.

It seemed like that was the correct response since Megan lunged at him.

Dean fell backwards, completely unprepared as Megan pounced on top of him. He was about to push her off when, suddenly, her mouth was on his.

Fuck, she tasted sweet.

Megan’s rosy-red lips interlocked with Dean’s as she kissed him deeply. She didn’t seem to be one to take things slow as she quickly forced her tongue into his mouth. Dean did his best to keep up and respond in kind, but Megan was going wild. It seemed like she knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. Dean knew that he was supposed to be the master and she was supposed to be the attendant, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about all of that in this moment.

Dean brought his other hand around so that he could have one hand on each of Megan’s ass cheeks. Her flesh was supple and divine underneath his fingertips. The more he toyed around with her, the more she ground her pelvis down against him.

Dean’s cock was starting to get uncomfortable in his pants, so he had to buck up against Megan to shift it into a more comfortable position. The relief was immediate, but a new problem came as Megan’s crotch settled right against his cock. His whole body stilled under the sudden jolt of pleasure he got as Megan ground her tights-covered pussy against him.

Megan giggled into the kiss when Dean let out a deep growl. She pulled back enough just to be able to look down at him. “Sorry, got a bit carried away there,” she sheepishly smiled. “I’ve been dreaming about this for a while now and I got a bit ahead of myself.”

“You won’t hear me complaining about that if this is what you’re going to do to me,” Dean said back.

Megan shook her head and leaned in close again, only this time she moved towards his ear until her lips brushed up against it. “You know,” she whispered, her warm breath sending a pleasant chill down Dean’s spine, “I’m usually much more submissive than this. I’ve spent a lot of nights touching myself to the thought about what my master would order me to do to him.”

Dean’s eyes widened slightly as Megan slowly pulled back, watching his reaction. His hands stilled their movements on her ass. “So, if I told you to stand up right now-”

Before he could even finish, Megan was already moving. The warm pressure of her crotch left him as she pushed herself up and then stood up on the floor beside the couch. As Dean sat up, Megan turned back around to face him with her hands at her side, waiting for orders.

Dean could make her do anything. Well, anything she agreed to at least, but given what he’d heard from her so far tonight, he didn’t think that there was much she wouldn’t be interested in doing. His mind went wild with the possibilities, but he could think on those more later. Right now, there was a real-life woman standing right in front of him, not some silly fantasy.

“Take your robes off,” Dean ordered Megan.

She looked down at her clothes and then back up at him, batting her eyelashes as she did so. “Just the robes, Master?”

Dean wanted to get up and take her right then after she called him Master, but he wanted to be patient. He wanted to see just how far she’d go with this. “Yes, just the robes for now. Leave the rest on.”

“As you command,” Megan replied dutifully. She brought her hands up to the small clasp that held her outer robes in place and detached it before tugging the bulky material off of her shoulders. She let her robes pool on the ground at her feet before she kicked them away towards the corner of the room.

Now, Megan simply stood in her white button-up shirt, yellow Hufflepuff tie, black skirt, and black tights. Dean took a minute to stare unabashedly at her, taking in the sight of the shape of her body.

“Your shirt and tie now,” Dean said after a moment.

“Yes, Master,” Megan replied as her fingers rose up to make fast work of her shirt’s buttons.

“Slower,” Dean said after Megan had already made it through half of the buttons.

She wanted to say something then, but she held her tongue and simply nodded as she continued undoing her buttons. She moved more slowly now, taking her time as she carefully pulled each button back through the hole it had been fitted through.

It was incredibly erotic to see her getting undressed like this. As her shirt fluttered as she unbuttoned it, Dean was given glimpses of her creamy skin underneath. He could see the small valley in between her breasts and the black bra that covered them from sight. He wanted to get up and taste them right now, but he was too excited about what he could get Megan to do next.

After a moment, Megan finished with the buttons and then slowly loosened her tie around her neck. She lifted the tie off and threw it aside before letting her shirt slide down her arms and onto the floor.

“Gorgeous,” Dean muttered under his breath. Megan evidently heard him as she blushed lightly but still stood proudly in front of him. Her breasts were smaller than average, as he had gleaned beforehand, but they looked to be enough to hold in his hand. He wondered what they’d look like when they were bare and she was bouncing on top of him.

The struggle to take this slowly was getting more challenging by the moment. “Your skirt and tights now,” Dean said quickly, noticing how his voice was deepening of its own accord.

Megan seemed to be getting tired of taking things slow too as she wasted no time in divesting herself of her skirt and tights. With one smooth motion, Megan yanked them both down her legs, leaving her in a matching set of black panties.

“Turn around,” Dean ordered Megan breathlessly.

With a big grin, Megan spun around, already knowing what he wanted to see.

Megan’s ass was perfect, Dean decided. As she came to a halt, her plump behind jiggled slightly. It had a beautiful curve to it and it stuck out nicely. Each cheek was perfectly round, smooth, and slightly reddened where Dean had been grabbing them earlier.

Merlin, he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Crawl over here and suck me off,” Dean ordered, finally giving in to what he had been waiting for.

Megan dropped to her hands and knees in an instant, giving Dean a preview as to what she would look like bent over in front of him before she turned around and started to crawl towards her. She moved slowly, letting her hips sway as she went, and her eyes seemed completely focused on the bulge in his trousers.

Just before she got to him, Dean raised his hips off the couch, quickly undid his belt, and yanked down his trousers and pants. His thick, black cock smacked against his belly as it escaped the confines of his waistband.

Megan’s eyes widened at the sight of it. “Oh my . . .” she said under her breath.

Dean’s eyes never left Megan’s form as she settled in between his thighs, running her hands up them until they reached his waist. She was staring down at his cock with a look of deep anticipation and excitement.

As she started to move her head forward, her big brown eyes looked up to Dean’s. Their eyes were locked on each other as she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside of it.

Dean couldn’t maintain eye contact, not with the amount of pleasure that suddenly just shot through him. He tensed up and closed his eyes as he felt her lips sealed around his shaft and her tongue press flat against the head of his cock. Then, he felt a bunch of warm saliva start to coat his cock.

It was absolutely heavenly.

Dean was no stranger to the fairer sex. Sure, he may not have had that much experience before, but he’d slept with his muggle neighbour earlier this summer, so that counted for something at least. But his previous experience was nothing like this.

Megan was practically slobbering over his cock as she spread her saliva down his shaft with her fist. She was breathing deep through her nose, only releasing her lips’ suction on the head of his cock whenever she wanted to add more spit to the shaft. She clearly enjoyed her work, humming as she lathered his cock with her tongue. And all the while her beautiful brown eyes kept looking up at him for approval.

“Amazing.”

“Wonderful.”

“Beautiful.”

It was so hard to speak with Megan sucking his cock, but every time she looked up to him, he made sure to tell her how perfect she was. In response, she’d curl her tongue around the head of his cock, lightly teasing his frenulum as she went. Her hand pumped the base of his shaft slowly, and it was clear that she was just getting started.

Megan took another inch of his cock into her mouth and sucked on him greedily, eager to make him cum in her mouth. Her bra-clad breasts pressed up against his legs. Merlin, how did she know how to touch him just the right way?

After a few moments, Megan pulled back teasingly. Her gaze met his as she swirled the tip of her tongue around the head of his cock, just barely touching him. Her lips were puckered and her cheeks slightly reddened. He wanted to order her to put his cock in her mouth, but instead decided to take the reprieve. He didn’t want to finish too soon.

Just when Dean was finally starting to get himself back under control, he saw that damned sparkle in Megan’s eyes.

Without warning, Megan let go of his shaft with her hand and shoved her mouth forward.

Dean felt his eyes bug-out as Megan engulfed his entire cock in a single, smooth motion. She went all the way down until her nose was pressed against his pubic bone. She rubbed her face against him then, shaking up his cock around the inside of her throat.

“Fuck!” Dean cried out. It felt incredible.

Megan held herself down like that for a moment before she came back up, coughing and spluttering a little bit, but that only added to the eroticism for Dean. She came off of his cock for a second just to give him a cocky grin. “Like that did ya?”

Dean simply laughed. “Of course I loved it!”

Megan’s smile grew even more as she brought her face back to his cock, but, instead of putting it back into her mouth, she simply nuzzled her face against it.

Dean couldn’t believe his luck. He had gotten the perfect attendant: a natural beauty who loved sex and seemed to be willing to do anything. Seeing his cock laying across her face from chin to brow was just the cherry on top.

“You know,” Megan began, letting her tongue gently prod and run up Dean’s cock, “if you want more of that, you just need to order me to do it, Master.”

Dean wanted nothing more . . . well, technically that wasn’t true, but the sentiment was. It

would have to wait for another time though. He didn’t know how long he’d be able to hang on at this rate, and there was more for them to get on to first.

“Not right now,” Dean said as he stood up, forcing Megan to scoot back on the floor. “Stand up,” he ordered as he started shedding his shirt so that he was completely naked.

Megan popped up to her feet immediately and presented herself for inspection. Dean ran his hand up her arm until it came to the bra-strap on her shoulder. He slipped a finger underneath it, relishing in the feeling of Megan’s soft flesh beneath him, and slowly dragged his finger down her back. He had to step a bit closer to reach behind her to take off her bra, making his cock press against her flat belly. Without prompting, Megan took a step closer, trapping his cock in between their bodies.

Face to face now, Dean and Megan stared into each others’ eyes as Dean unclasped her bra. Megan quickly divested herself of the material before taking a step back. Her breasts were amazing: perky and topped with beautiful, small, brown nipples.

“And the rest now,” Dean prodded.

“Of course, Master,” Megan replied. She reached down and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties before pushing them down her legs.

As Megan stood back up to her full height, the two of them took in each others’ fully nude bodies for the first time. Dean knew that he couldn’t have gotten luckier, and, based on the looks she was throwing his way, Megan was just impressed with him.

Once her eyes had given his body a thorough inspection, Megan looked back up at him. “How do you want me, Master?”

Dean’s mouth dried out as he imagined just how many ways he could have her. But there was one idea that stood out among all the rest.

“On your hands and knees,” Dean commanded.

Megan knew exactly what he wanted. She spun around and dropped to her hands and knees on the cool stone floor. Her perfect ass sat right there for him, and her cheeks spread apart just enough that he could see both her beautiful pink pussy and her winking asshole.

“Well?” Megan prompted, wiggling her ass back and forth. “What are you waiting for? I want to feel that cock stretching me open.”

Dean wanted to laugh. The perfect nympho, all to himself.

Taking the cue for what it was, Dean practically lunged forward at Megan. She giggled as his hips collided with her ass. His cock stuck up towards the ceiling and got trapped in between her two beautiful, pillow cheeks. He immediately grabbed one in each hand and gave her a hard squeeze. Megan didn’t seem to mind the roughness of it at all, in fact, she seemed to like it as she squealed in delight and pushed herself back against him.

As wonderful as it was to be pressed up against her like this, Dean wanted to actually get inside of her. All former shyness gone, Dean grabbed the base of his cock and angled it so that he was prodding her sopping wet entrance. He waved his cock around it, letting Megan’s wet juices coat the head of his cock, before pushing inside.

Dean’s eyes nearly bulged out at the sheer tightness of Megan’s aching pussy around the head of his cock. He was barely inside of her and he knew it was going to be a struggle to fit more in. Megan let out a low groan, sinking down onto her forearms so that she could rest her head while her ass was in the air. “You’re so tight,” Dean growled.

“Yeah,” Megan moaned loudly. “And now you can fix that. Keep pushing it in, I can take it.”

So, Dean did just that. Even with her enthusiasm, it was slow going for the first minute. Dean pressed his hips forward, letting his cock probe another inch inside of Megan’s pussy, before he would pull back a little so that her natural lubrication could spread around his cock. Each time he did that, Megan would let out a little whine, but it would inevitably turn back into a sound of pleasure when he started pushing back in again.

Eventually, Megan’s needy pussy relented and Dean was able to slide all the way inside of her. His cock bottomed out with a satisfying prod against her cervix. Dean paused at that, not sure as to what Megan’s reaction would be considering how sensitive some women could be when someone was that deep inside of him, but, much to his relief, Megan didn’t seem bothered in the slightest.

“Fuck me,” Megan groaned. Her hot pussy pulsed around Dean’s cock, and the sudden burst of tightness made him involuntarily thrust his hips forward. Megan’s ass squished against his hips.

Grabbing onto her hips, Dean started to fuck Megan. He guided his cock back and forth inside of her pussy, losing his mind at how his cock ached with pleasure as he moved around inside of Megan’s hot hole. Though it was still incredibly tight, Dean found that he was able to saw back and forth quickly. He thrust hard into her, loving the dominant feeling he had coursing through him.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Megan panted.

Dean blinked. He thought he had been doing well so far . . . but then he spotted the playful and challenging look in Megan’s eyes and he knew that she was just egging him on. Still, he resolved to show her just how good he could give it.

Without a word of warning, Dean started fucking Megan hard. His grip on her hips tightened as he started really railing her with powerful, quick thrusts that sent her moaning over and over again. Her pussy made delicious noises as his cock plunged in and out of her depths.

“Is this what you wanted?” Dean asked her as he slapped her ass. Megan cooed at the strike and her pussy squeezed itself around his cock.

“Yes,” Megan moaned breathlessly. “Yes, yes, yes! This is exactly what I wanted.” Her voice was flickering with each thrust Dean made inside of her.

Dean grinned to himself. His hard work last year had most definitely paid off.

As Dean’s powerful thrusts continued, he felt Megan sagging forward under the incursion. She slid down until her breasts were pressed up against the floor and her arms were stretched out above her head. But still, she kept her ass up for Dean to continue to pound into.

Megan’s walls pulsed around Dean’s cock at faster and faster intervals as he kept on fucking her. The visceral feeling of his balls smacking against her clit kept amplifying it, and leaving Megan a moaning mess on the floor.

It was getting harder and harder for Dean to control himself. His legs were feeling weak under the onslaught of pleasure from Megan’s pussy.

Feeling tired, Dean slowed his thrusting and came to a stop inside of Megan. She whined and tried to push back against him to get him to start back up, but Dean held firm. “I want you to ride my cock,” he told her.

“Yes, Master,” Megan moaned as she started to move forward tantalizingly slowly. Megan’s lips gripped Dean’s shaft tightly as she moved away from him, but they slowly revealed his slick shaft. Finally, Dean’s cock flopped upwards out of her pussy. “Go and lie down,” Megan prompted Dean.

Dean rushed over to the couch and stretched out across it, resting his head back against the arm rest. Megan was close behind as she leapt on top of his lap, running her sopping wet pussy up his cock.

With his hands behind his head, Dean was excited to watch Megan put on a show for him. He wanted to see what she would do. The simple visual delight of her naked body was enough to keep his mind busy as Megan got settled and positioned on top of him.

Resting on her legs, Megan straddled Dean’s lap as she grabbed his cock in her hand. Looking down, she gently raised her hips just enough so that she could raise his cock so that it was right back at her entrance.

This time, they didn’t need to take it slow. Even though Megan was still impossibly tight, gravity won out as Megan dropped her entire weight onto Dean’s lap. His cock shot up inside of her until he was completely engulfed in the pleasure of her pussy.

“Fuck,” Megan hissed in pleasure. She ground her crotch against his, swirling his cock around inside of her. “You feel so good. Your cock is so fucking big,” she groaned.

Dean would be lying if he said the ego boost didn’t help. He knew he was well-endowed, but actually hearing it from your partner was another thing entirely. “It’s all for you,” he told Megan, “for as long as you're mine.”

The possessiveness seemed to light a fire under Megan as she looked up to meet Dean’s gaze. The hungry look on her face told him that he had said just the right thing. “Well, then I’d better show you what your attendant can do,” Megan cooed as she slowly started to raise her hips.

It was heavenly having a beautiful girl like Megan riding his cock. Dean watched as she slowly got acclimated to the riding motions as her pussy glided up and down his cock. Her smooth but slow motions sent up constant sparks of pleasure in Dean’s cock. The entrance to her pussy was slightly tighter than the rest of her, and every time she reached the base of his shaft and started to climb upwards again, it felt like she was trying to milk his cum out of him.

Megan flipped her bangs away from her eyes and planted her hands on either side of Dean’s torso as she started to pick up the pace. Her small breasts bounced merrily as her hips moved up and down. Her pussy made the slightest squelching sound each time she dropped back down onto his cock.

As wonderful as it was to be able to lie back and just experience pleasure, Dean knew that he wanted his hands on something. So, naturally, he gravitated to his favourite part of Megan.

Megan let out a little squeal of pleasure as Dean’s hands roughly grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing and molding the flesh in between his fingers. “You like my ass?” Megan moaned as she bounced off of his lap.

“Very much,” Dean groaned. Megan’s movements were becoming stronger and more confident. She was able to glide all the way up and down his cock in one smooth motion over and over again. Between that and the sheer tightness, warmth, and slickness of her pussy, Dean’s mind was starting to go blank under all of the delightful sensations.

Megan giggled at the sounds leaving Dean’s mouth. “Good, I’d hate for you to be disappointed in me.”

“No one could ever be disappointed in you if you rode their cocks like this,” Dean groaned again. Fuck, she just felt so good around him.

Once again, Megan’s pussy was pulsing around his cock. It kept tightening even more than it already was before loosening back up for just a moment, and then the cycle was repeated over and over again. It was happening in shorter and shorter intervals though, and Dean could feel himself starting to reach the edge.

“Oh Merlin,” Megan moaned. Her hands left the couch to instead plant themselves on Dean’s chest. Her back was arching more now, sticking out her breasts towards Dean’s face. “I’m close.”

“I’m right there with you,” Dean grunted, slapping Megan’s ass again. “Go on, make your master cum in you.”

“Yes, Master!” Megan cried out.

With her hips rapidly bouncing up and down, Megan’s pussy stroked Dean’s cock to the brink of completion. Just before he could cum though, Megan reached her point of no return first.

“Fuck!” Megan screamed as she slammed her hips down, taking every inch of Dean’s cock inside of her. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, and that set Dean off too.

With a low growl leaving his throat, Dean’s own orgasm hit. He felt his first spurt of cum rise up inside of himself before it fired out inside of Megan’s pussy, coating her insides. As Megan’s pussy convulsed, it helped to push the cum out of Dean’s cock and into Megan.

Together, Dean and Megan rode their waves of pleasure until they were both spent.

With everything coming to a satisfying close, Dean let all of the tension leave his body as he sank down onto the couch. “That was incredible,” he told Megan as she wiggled on top of him. His cock was still inside her, and he could feel their combined juices starting to drip out around his cock, but neither of them seemed to be in much of a hurry to do anything about it.

“It was,” Megan sighed happily. She lowered her body onto his, resting her head in the crook of his neck. Feeling suddenly protective, Dean wrapped his arms around Megan’s back, holding her tight against him. “You treated me just how I wanted, Master.”

Dean chuckled at the name. “You know, you don’t have to call me that all the time.”

He could feel Megan smile against his neck. “No? I kind of like it.”

The tingle that ran through Dean’s spine told him that he liked it too. “I never expected you to be so kinky,” he told her honestly.

Megan just shrugged her shoulders against him. “It’s just who I am.”

“Well, I like it,” Dean smiled.

Megan snorted in amusement. “Good. You’re kind of stuck with me.”

The two of them rested together for several more moments, relishing in the skin-to-skin contact they had, before Megan spoke up again.

“So, wanna be the first ones in our year to fuck in class?”

Chapter 24

The Great Hall was alight with activity on the Friday before the Valentine’s Hogsmeade Weekend. Dozens of students were still working up the courage to ask people out on a date, while loving couples made eyes at each other around the hall. It was bound to be an incredible affair in Hogsmeade as, due to the Attendants program, the Ministry always ensured that there was a grand celebration there on the weekend closest to Valentine’s Day. Since Valentine’s Day fell on a Monday, it would be the day before it that the students at Hogwarts would be allowed to go down to the village to relax and enjoy themselves.

Importantly, this was Harry’s first Valentine’s Day since being with Tracey and Daphne. He knew that he had to do something special to show just how much he loved both of them, but he was struggling to come up with the ultimate romantic day in his mind.

“Come on,” Harry whinged as he walked into the Great Hall with his best friend. “You’ve got to at least have some ideas that could help me.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Harry, it’s not that hard.” She brushed away the pink confetti that was falling from the enchanted ceiling. “Just do something that shows them how much you care about them.”

“But I don’t know what I could do that could live up to that!” Harry exclaimed. “Everything I come up with seems lackluster. What does Draco have planned?”

Hermione sighed happily. “He hasn’t told me yet. He said he wanted it to be a surprise.”

Harry’s lips twitched upwards. “Maybe he doesn’t have a clue either and he’s scrambling at the last minute.”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed at Harry. “Draco cares a lot more about preparation than you do. He’s really a romantic guy.”

Harry shrugged. “I guess if you’re so confident, then you have nothing to worry about,” he said teasingly, knowing full well that he’d planted a seed of doubt in her mind.

“You’re right, I don’t,” Hermione said, nodding her head along. Despite her confident words, Harry could see that she had put on her thinking face as she bit her lower lip. He let her mind run wild with all sorts of unpleasant possibilities, counting down the seconds in his head as he waited for her to finally burst.

Without warning, Hermione gave Harry a harsh shove, nearly sending him tripping over a bench. “Why the hell are you making me second guess myself?” She huffed, grumbling under her breath at Harry’s laughter as he caught himself.

“Because it’s funny?” Harry teased as he sat down at the Gryffindor table.

Hermione made her way around to the other side and sat down across from him. Her furious gaze was still perfectly centered on Harry. “You’re going to go figure out what he has planned for me,” she demanded in no uncertain terms.

Harry opened his mouth to push the joke even farther, but he could see the tip of Hermione’s wand poking over the edge of the table, so he backed down for the moment. “Okay, I’ll figure out what he has planned,” he told Hermione. At her pleased look though, he added the caveat he had wanted all along. “But only if you help me plan something for Tracey and Daphne.”

Getting Hermione’s help was worth the rashers of bacon she threw at his face in annoyance. Harry would do anything to make sure that this Valentine’s Day was as special as possible for the two most wonderful women in his life.

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The Library was quiet as Harry strode in. Most students were out and about, enjoying the weekend and securing last-minute dates for the Hogsmeade visit on Sunday. But, there were still a few upper year students around who were rushing to finish up any work so that they could relax for the rest of the weekend.

Harry paid no mind to the scattered pockets of students around the tables and in between the giant stacks of books. There was only one person he was here to see today. He made his way to the very back of the library where alcoves held private tables for students to work in isolation away from any potential distractions.

“So, Draco,” Harry said as he slid onto the free chair opposite the blond-haired man. “What’re you up to?”

With an incredible groan, Draco looked up, revealing his bleary eyes and unkempt appearance. “Potter, I am trying to work,” he gritted out before stifling a yawn.

“Back to Potter now, are we?” Harry joked. “And here I thought we had made real progress on that front.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed. “Leave me alone,” he said, emphasizing each word as he said them.

Harry raised his hands. “I will, but I need to ask you something first.”

“No,” Draco replied curtly.

“Come on, Draco, don’t be like that,” Harry said. “Hermione’s been going absolutely mad wondering what you’ve got planned for your romantic Hogsmeade visit and, being the greatest best friend in the world that I am, decided to come ask you so that I could assure her that you’ve got something great in mind.”

“It’s supposed to be a surprise for her,” Draco replied.

“I get that, and I promise that I won’t tell her a thing,” Harry lied. “I just want to reassure her that you’ve got everything well in hand.”

“Then tell her that,” Draco scowled, pushing back away from the table and stretching his limbs. “Honestly, you don’t need to know every little detail.” Harry felt his face tic at that, and suddenly Draco was looking at him very curiously. “What . . .” Draco murmured to himself, thinking about what Harry’s reaction could mean.

Harry’s mind raced, trying to scramble for an excuse. Well . . . there was one that came to mind. “Okay, you got me,” Harry sighed. “I’m just trying to come up with some great ideas for my date with Tracey and Daphne and I’m struggling a lot. I just wanted to know what you had planned to see if it could inspire me.”

Draco eyed him for another moment before the corners of his lips curled upwards. “Gryffindors trying to manipulate Slytherins,” he muttered to himself, chuckling slightly. Harry had to bite his tongue to stop himself from revealing that he was in fact manipulating Draco. “You really want to know what I’ve got planned?” He asked with an amused look.

Harry nodded his head quickly. “I do.”

“Alright,” Draco glanced down at the mess of parchment and books on the table in front of him. “I’ll tell you if you’ll take notes on the history of the Bombarda Maxima curse, its properties, the effects if the spell is improperly cast, and how it can be used across a number of different applications.”

“Come on, seriously?” Harry groaned as Draco pushed two books across the table to him.

Draco smirked. “It’ll only take you an hour or two. Just think, is an hour or two of your life worth ensuring that you give Tracey and Daphne the best Valentine’s Day they’ve ever had?”

Grumbling, Harry picked up the first book.

It took just under two hours for Harry to finally wrap up his note taking. He had finished after just an hour, but Draco had decided that there wasn’t enough information there and so he had gotten Harry another book to go over. They had worked all the way through lunch and Harry was starving.

“There,” Harry exclaimed, sliding over his notes to Draco before the ink had even finished drying.

Draco, who had chosen to nap for most of the time while Harry worked, lifted his head off of the table and quickly skimmed over the parchment before nodding his head. “Good job, Potter.”

Harry let out a sigh of relief. “Now will you tell me what you’ve got planned for Hermione?”

“I don’t have anything planned,” Draco smirked.

“What!” Harry shouted as he jumped to his feet.

“I don’t like to plan these things out too far in advance,” Draco explained. “The spontaneity of it all is quite the breath of fresh air for Hermione.”

Harry let out a loud growl of frustration and slammed his fist on the table. This was ridiculous!

Suddenly, a loud shush came from towards the front of the library, followed by the clacking of heels against the stone floor. Madam Pince was on her way and, from past experience, it wouldn’t take her more than half a minute to get back here.

“Well, I’ve gotta go finish up my essay in my room,” Draco said, returning Harry’s attention back to the present issue. He was already stuffing his parchment back into his bag. However, before he could slip Harry’s notes back into his bag, Harry shot his hand out and grabbed the bottom of the parchment. Draco narrowed his eyes at him. “We had a deal, Potter.”

“One that you deliberately mislead me on!” Harry countered, conveniently ignoring the knowledge that he had been tricking Draco too.

Draco merely shrugged in response. “Maybe next time you should take me at my word then and leave me alone.”

Madam Pince’s footsteps were getting closer, and Harry really didn’t want to get in trouble over this and potentially be stuck in detention over the Hogsmeade Weekend. Reluctantly, he let go of Draco’s parchment. The blond boy quickly stuffed it into his bag and then swung it over his shoulder.

With one final glare, the two parted ways, slipping away to different parts of the library to avoid Madam Pince’s wrath.

Well, maybe Hermione would still help him.

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“What do you mean he has nothing planned?” Hermione tittered nervously as she paced around the open courtyard. She and Harry were standing away from the few other students who were out this close to supper.

Harry sighed, once more feeling annoyed that Draco had conned him into doing his work for him. “He said that he didn’t have anything planned. Apparently you like ‘the spontaneity of it all’.”

Hermione paused for a second at that. “Well . . .” she trailed off.

“Seriously?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “But you used to always get mad at Ron and I when we’d leave things to the last minute.”

“That’s because you two would do it with school work,” Hermione snapped. She took a few more steps and glanced up to the sky wistfully. “Draco does it for our date nights. It’s very romantic.”

“Somehow I doubt Tracey or Daphne would like it if I just winged it,” Harry grumbled.

“Who knows,” Hermione shrugged. “Maybe they would, maybe they wouldn’t. But what really matters is that, whatever you plan, it comes from the heart. They’ll have a good time as long as they know that you really do care about them.”

“Marrying them both isn’t enough?” Harry replied snarkily.

Hermione shoved his shoulder, making him stumble back a step. “You haven’t married them yet,” she reminded him. “And besides, everyone can get a little self-conscious sometimes. It feels great to be reminded that you’re loved.”

The more Hermione spoke, the more she made sense. Maybe all he had to do was what he thought was best and show Tracey and Daphne just how much they meant to him. If it came from the heart, it didn’t matter what he did, right?

Harry snorted. That was a bunch of rubbish. Of course it mattered what he did!

“Hermione, I’m begging you here,” Harry said, dropping to his knees in front of her. “I need some ideas. I really want to make this special. Please bestow some of your boundless wisdom upon me!”

“Get up,” Hermione hissed as she blushed in embarrassment. Several of the students had turned to look at the odd-sight taking place in the middle of the courtyard.

Harry shook his head, pointedly ignoring the attention being directed their way. “Not until you promise to help me.”

“Ugh, you’re impossible,” Hermione groaned. “Fine, I’ll help you.”

Harry immediately popped up to his feet and threw his arms around Hermione. “You’re the greatest best friend a bloke could ask for.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hermione said, patting Harry’s back patronizingly before breaking apart the hug. “We can come up with a plan tomorrow morning. Right now, I’m going to get some supper.”

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The morning couldn’t come soon enough for Harry. He had tense the entire night, not wanting to let slip to Tracey or Daphne that anything was awry. They had questioned his strange behaviour, but he just chalked it up to being nervous about an upcoming Herbology assignment. They seemed to buy it, especially given the fact that Herbology was his weakest assignment.

After breakfast, Harry left Daphne and Tracey with the promise that he’d check on them later today. He told them he’d be using their room to practice some spells with Hermione, so they should probably stay away for a bit to make sure they didn’t accidentally get hit by a stray spell if they came back into their rooms.

With those checks out of the way, Harry hurried back to his rooms to find Hermione already there waiting for him. He let her in and the two of them got situated at the large table Harry, Tracey, and Daphne usually did their homework at.

“Okay,” Hermione began once they were finally seated, “do you have any romantic ideas at all about what you could do at Hogsmeade?

“A few,” Harry said reluctantly. Truthfully, they didn’t seem like anything special. “Well, Daphne’s been talking about going to Dogweed and Deathcap to get more potions supplies, and Tracey really wanted to stop by Gladrags. Honeydukes is a must go, of course, and Scrivenshaft’s. Once we got those out of the way, I was thinking about going to the Three Broomsticks for lunch because I heard Madam Rosmerta had a Valentine’s special lunch on.”

As Harry listed off his ideas, Hermione nodded her head at each one and gave him an encouraging smile, but Harry knew that his plans weren’t exactly the most romantic. Once he wrapped up, Hermione glanced back down at the notes she had been taking. “Going to the shops first makes sense,” she confirmed, “but I don’t know if the Three Broomsticks is the best place to go for a romantic lunch. The place will be packed full of people.”

Harry grimaced. Yeah, that had been his fear too.

“Why not try one of the restaurants further down in Hogsmeade?” Hermione suggested.

“I don’t know of any,” Harry said.

“Well, there is a nice French restaurant Draco took me to once,” Hermione told Harry, a small smile coming to her face as the memory filled her mind.

Harry had flashbacks to his fourth-year and dealing with all of the odd French dishes at Hogwarts. He shook his head firmly. “I don’t think that’d work. I don’t even know if they like French food,” he sheepishly admitted.

“Okay, well,” Hermione paused in thought again. “There is an Indian place down there too.”

Now that was a good option . . . only, Tracey wasn’t the best with spicy food. But there were bound to be a few mild options. “I’ll put that down as a maybe,” Harry said, scratching the idea down on his own piece of parchment.

“There’s always-”

Hermione’s voice was cut off as the door to their room burst open.

“You’ve gotta hide me!” Sirius Black, Harry’s Godfather, cried out as he dashed inside, slamming the portrait door closed behind him. He leapt directly over the couch and cowered behind it, out of sight of the doorway.

Before Harry and Hermione could have the chance to ask what was going on, the door to Harry’s room opened again, revealing Lily and James Potter. The pair were red-faced and looking positively furious as they stormed into the room.

“Harry, dear, have you seen Sirius anywhere?” Lily asked sweetly.

Harry gulped. He had heard that tone of voice only a few times before. It only came out when Lily was really, really mad about something, and revenge for whatever slight was sure to follow.

Sirius shot Harry a pleading look. Harry tried to not be too obvious as he looked at Sirius out of the corner of his eye. The man had his hands clasped together in front of his face, virtually begging Harry not to give him up.

“Well?” Lily prompted, raising an eyebrow and placing her hand on her hip. Her wand twirled slowly in her other hand, the tip already lit a vibrant red.

“He’s behind the couch!” Harry exclaimed.

“TRAITOR!” Sirius shouted and sent a hex Harry’s way. But Harry was already dodging out of the way, throwing himself to the side and letting the hex sail harmlessly overhead.

“Petrificus Totalus!” Lily yelled.

Sirius ducked beneath the curse and held up his hands defensively. “I give,” he surrendered.

Harry cautiously peered out over the top of the table to see his parents walking up to Sirius. Hermione, who had been out of the crossfire, looked on curiously too. “What did he do this time?” Harry asked his parents.

Lily’s face grew even redder. “He just came bursting into my office when James and I were having a private discussion!”

“They were having sex,” Sirius stage-whispered across to Harry and Hermione.

“Sirius!” Lily hissed and fired off a quick stinging hex that struck the back of Sirius’ hand, making the man yelp.

“What?” Sirius exclaimed. “I’m sure Harry knows all about sex at this point. Besides, presumably he knows how he was made in the first place, right?” Sirius paused and looked over at Harry. “You do know how-”

“Yes,” Harry interjected. “I know, Sirius.”

Sirius nodded seriously. “Good.”

Lily let out a long, frustrated sigh. “The door was locked for a reason, Sirius.”

“Yeah,” Sirius drawled. “But I like to think of locks as more of a suggestion than a strict rule. I can’t help my innate curiosity.”

James chuckled at that, causing Lily to glare at her husband.

“Besides,” Sirius continued, “it’s not like it's going to matter come tomorrow anyway.”

Hermione’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean it won’t matter tomorrow?”

Sirius grinned over at her. “The Ministry decided that the Attendants Program has been such an early success in increasing the birth rate that they want to open up public sex to the entire general public!”

“Really?” Harry and Hermione exclaimed. There had been talks about passing a law like this for years, but it had never gone through the Wizengamot. The Attendants Program had been as far as most were willing to go, but evidently the results were prompting further changes.

“Mhmm,” Sirius hummed. “It’s going to be trialed in a few places first before it becomes open to everyone. Naturally, the first site will be Hogsmeade and, by extension, Hogwarts.”

Lily huffed. “It’s not like we’ll be partaking in this, Sirius.”

James looked so put out that Harry couldn’t help but laugh at his father’s reaction. “We won’t.”

“No,” Lily hissed. “As a professor, I have to set a good example for the students.”

Sirius’ lips twitched upwards. “Wouldn’t a good example be teaching the students how to have safe sex in public?”

Sirius yelped as he dodged another hex sent his way by Lily. He rolled out of the way and ran over to cower behind Harry, using his godson as a human shield. Harry laughed, holding his hands up in surrender as Lily pointed her wand at them. “As great as this has been, Hermione and I need to get back to work.”

“We can help!” Sirius exclaimed, eager to change the topic so that Lily would be less likely to hex him. He snatched Harry’s parchment off of the table. “What are we working on? Transfiguration? You know that your dad and I were-”

“The youngest animagi ever at Hogwarts,” Harry finished for him with a smile. “I think you’ve told me once or twice. But no, it’s not any school work stuff.”

Lily and James both walked over to the table. “What is it you’re working on then?” James asked.

“Valentine’s Day date ideas!” Sirius exclaimed. “Oh Harry, I’m hurt that you didn’t come to me right away with this. You know how charming I am.”

“I didn’t know you were at Hogwarts,” Harry pointed out.

Sirius waved him off. “Well, now you know. And I think I have the perfect solution for you.”

Harry perked up eagerly. “What?” He asked.

Sirius fixed his messy hair and grinned at his godson. “First, you take them out on a romantic ride on your motorbike-”

“I don’t have a motorbike,” Harry interjected.

Sirius continued on as though he hadn’t even heard Harry. “Then you take them to a sketchy bar and get into a fight with the toughest guy in sight. Women love a bad boy. Then, you take them back somewhere private and put the moves on them.”

“Put the moves on them?” Harry rolled his eyes at his godfather’s terminology.

“I’d be a lot more descriptive, only . . .” Sirius eyed Lily warily, who was still twirling her wand in her fingers.

Harry chuckled and thought over his godfather’s idea for a second. Then, he instantly discarded it. “I don’t think getting into a fight at a sketchy bar is the type of thing Daphne or Tracey want to see on Valentine’s Day.”

“Too right,” Lily nodded. She leaned forward, catching Harry’s eye. “They want to be wooed. You have to show them how much they mean to you, how much you love them. Do something romantic, like breakfast in bed and set them a warm bath filled with rose petals.”

Harry nodded along, those were both good ideas. “But we’ll be at Hogsmeade this weekend. What should I do there for the date?”

“Well, there is the Three Broomsticks,” James piped in.

“That’s not very romantic,” Lily pointed out.

James looked offended. “You seemed to love it when I took you on dates there.”

“That was because I was with you, not that the Three Broomsticks was an especially romantic place,” Lily countered.

“It sounds like you want him to go to Madam Puddifoot’s,” James shivered.

“That’s not what I’m saying at all!” Liy exclaimed.

“I don’t know, it kinda sounded like you were saying that,” Sirius chimed in, stirring Lily up.

Lily rounded on him. “Don’t you start too, Sirius.”

“At least I gave him practical date advice,” Sirius replied.

“I gave him great advice!” Lily shouted.

“Not for a Hogsmeade date!”

Harry and Hermione watched as Lily, James, and Sirius devolved into a bickering argument over who had the best date advice. With a heavy sigh, Harry met Hermione’s gaze and gestured towards the door out of his room.

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Roaming the halls of Hogwarts, Harry kicked at a scrap piece of parchment that someone had dropped. “Why does this all have to be so complicated,” he complained.

“It doesn’t have to be,” Hermione replied, touching his arm comfortably.

Harry grumbled under his breath and kept walking. Why couldn’t he come up with a brilliant plan that would wow Daphne and Tracey? He wanted them to have a perfect day, and he wasn’t able to come up with anything that met his standards.

“I think I’d just like to walk around for a while and think,” Harry told Hermione.

She gave him a sympathetic look and nodded her head. “I’ll be back in my room if you need me,” she said before departing.

Harry started to roam the halls of Hogwarts without a destination in mind. He was just thinking over all of the suggestions he’d received, along with any other ideas his mind could come up.

After nearly an hour of this, Harry was ready to give up for the day. He didn’t feel any closer to a solution, and all it was doing was making him more and more frustrated.

Just as he started to turn around to head back towards his room, he was stopped by a voice calling out his name.

“Harry!”

Harry spun around to see Ron walking down the corridor with a bright smile on his face. “Hey,” Harry called back weakly.

Ron seemed to sense his mood immediately. “You alright?” He asked, and Harry knew it wasn’t just meant as a greeting.

“Ah, just a bit frustrated is all,” Harry admitted. “I’ve been trying to come up with the perfect date idea for Valentine’s Day, but I haven’t come up with anything good enough yet.”

“Oh,” Ron replied slowly. “But . . . well, they love you, don’t they?”

“They do,” Harry answered with certainty.

Ron nodded his head as though he had known the answer all along. “Then it doesn’t matter what you do. There’s no one perfect date idea; you just have to show them that you love them too.”

Harry grimaced. Hermione had said similar things earlier in the day, but could it really be that easy?

“I don’t know,” Harry muttered. “It doesn’t feel like it's enough.”

Ron put his hand on Harry’s shoulder. “It doesn’t matter what you feel about it; if Tracey and Daphne think it's amazing, then that’s all that matters.”

Harry stopped to think for a moment. He thought back to all of the times that Daphne and Tracey had ever told him that they loved him or had been happy with something he did for them. There were countless times that they said they loved him when he hadn’t done anything special. Other times he’d simply caught them looking at him with love and devotion in their eyes when they’d be going about their normal activities throughout the day. He hadn’t done anything special then.

“The three of you love each other,” Ron continued, “so why not have a private lunch together? Get your family’s elves to set up a picnic or something somewhere just outside of the village. You’ll have a bit of privacy, some bloody good food, and each other.”

Harry chuckled as Ron finished speaking. How had Ron come up with such a good idea? The more Harry thought about it, the more Ron’s idea won him over. ”Seems your emotional range of a teaspoon grew a bit bigger this year, huh?”

Ron grinned. “Everyone’s gotta grow up sometime, right?”

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Despite the gentle snow on the ground, the winter chill couldn’t be felt on Hogsmeade’s grounds. The town had come together, with aid from the Ministry of Magic, to implement a new ward scheme over the town which provided warming charms throughout it. Now, the roads remained cleared of snow and it was warm enough for the students to forgo their winter robes as they descended upon the town for the Valentine’s Hogsmeade Weekend.

With the news that the Ministry had officially removed restrictions on public sex for adults, it was clear that the townsfolk who lived in Hogsmeade and many other people in nearby communities were out enjoying the day here in the village.

Though the long walk down from Hogwarts to the village had been relatively peaceful—barring the usual noise of the students, that is—various sounds could be heard as they neared the village. Moans, groans, and the slapping of flesh and against flesh carried over the snowy ground to reach the students’ ears. The sounds were enough to set off a few sets of students. Several Masters and Mistresses were openly groping their Attendants as they walked.

“Oh look,” Daphne cooed, “Scrivenshaft’s has a new exotic quill set.”

The bold advertisement dominated the hanging sign from the first building that lay just at the end of the path from Hogwarts. A smart-looking box of ten multi-coloured quills was shown, with quite the hefty price tag beneath it. Thankfully, as the heir to the Potter family, Harry had a more than generous vault which he was able to dip into for funds at his leisure.

“Let’s go there first then,” Harry smiled.

Daphne lit up and grabbed his and Tracey’s hands and all but pulled them into the village proper.

It was quite the strange sight, Harry quickly realized. The open, cobbled streets were bare of any snow, but several dozen park tables and benches had been laid out. Various witches and wizards were sat around them, chatting and going about their days. However, quite a few of the tables were being used for other purposes as well.

The very first table had a fit witch laying completely naked on top of it. Her brown hair was splayed out across the wooden surface and her face was screwed up in a look of intense pleasure as a middle-aged wizard fucked her openly. Her legs were up on his shoulders and he was holding them in place as he pistoned his hips back and forth, shoving his cock deep inside of the witch.

Unsurprisingly, there were quite a few onlookers who were quite interested in the novel sight. Although the Attendants Program allowed for Masters and Mistresses to have sex publicly with their Attendants, there were so few of them that it was not a very common sight. While public sex was something that one saw every now and again, doing it so openly was quite a rare sight to see.

Several people, couples and groups of friends, watched on. Harry could see that a few couples started to get a little amorous themselves at the sight, touching each other over their clothes and kissing. Groups of witches and wizards chattered on about the sight, but their focus was solely on the couple fucking in front of them.

The witch cried out and arched her back, pushing her ample breasts upwards towards the sky. The wizard let out a groan and leaned forward, getting an even deeper angle into the witch’s pussy. One of his hands pawed at her breasts, squishing and holding on to the supple flesh as his hips made their last few thrusts before he let out an almighty cry and came inside of her.

For Harry, Daphne, Tracey, and the other students at Hogwarts, this wasn’t an unusual sight. Public sex around Hogwarts between Masters and Mistresses and their Attendants became more common as the year went on. Daphne led Harry and Tracey past the couple without so much as a second look.

As they moved into the village, they saw more couples engaging in activities like this. A few shy or uncertain couples populated the slim alleyways in between the buildings and shops, while the more bold took up spots at the tables around the main street or simply right in the street itself. There were more Aurors than usual on guard too, ensuring that everything that happened in the village was consensual.

When they reached Scrivenshaft’s, Daphne pulled Harry and Tracey in eagerly. The shop was filled with quills, inks, parchment, and paper, along with a myriad of other supplies laid out on orderly shelves.

There weren’t many people inside at this time, just a few students restocking on basic parchment, quills, and ink for their school work. However, there was one shy couple towards the back of the store who Harry spotted instantly. They couldn’t have been more than a few years out of Hogwarts. The man looked quite nervous but the woman seemed a bit more bold, albeit with a pink tinge to her cheeks. She was completely topless, showing off her small breasts to the entire shop. The man held his wand carefully and silently cast a simple animation charm on a couple of quills.

The woman let out a squawk of surprise as the two quills leapt up into the air, spun around, and used their soft feathers to tickle her light brown nipples. The woman squirmed, her nipples rapidly hardening beneath the contact. Her breath started to come more quickly too, making her chest heave.

“Something you’re interested in doing to us?” Tracey’s breathy whisper came from behind Harry. She leaned forward to rest her chin on his shoulder.

“It does look like an interesting idea,” Harry admitted. The sight of the woman wriggling beneath the touch of the feathers was incredibly erotic. He could imagine Daphne and Tracey in his rooms like that. Maybe they could be tied up too so that they couldn’t escape the pleasurable torment.

“Just say the word and we’ll get on it,” Tracey smiled lustfully up at him.

“Hey!”

Harry and Tracey turned around quickly to see the elderly shopkeeper jabbing his finger towards the couple in the back. “You’ll have to buy those!”

The couple looked terribly embarrassed to be called out openly like that. The man quickly moved to the front counter and took out his coin purse before paying for the two quills. Then, with the quills still teasing the woman, the couple walked out into the street.

Meanwhile, Daphne was quickly moving through the shop, picking up all of her usual purchases. She came to a stop near the front counter and selected one of the sealed exotic quill sets before putting everything on the counter to be rung up.

“I’ve got it,” Harry said, quickly moving to Daphne’s side and pulling out his coin purse.

“You don’t need to pay for me, Harry,” Daphne laughed lightly. “My family is pretty rich too.”

“I know,” Harry nodded, “but what kind of fiancé would I be if I didn’t treat you for Valentine’s Day?”

Daphne beamed at him. “Alright,” she said, stowing her own coin purse back into her robes.

“Does this mean you’ll pay for me too?” Tracey interjected, stepping up to Harry’s free side and batting her long eyelashes up at him while a sly grin overcame her lips.

“If you behave,” Harry teased.

“Good chance of that,” Daphne muttered jokingly.

Tracey’s lips twitched. She stepped closer to Harry, pressing herself up against his side. “I promise to be good,” she whispered sultrily into his ear.

It was only thanks to her constant teasing that Harry didn’t blush at Tracey pressing herself up against him so openly. Her soft breasts were squished up against his side, her arms wrapped around his waist and her hands slowly moving along his waistband.

“You can be good by carrying my bag for me,” Daphne told Tracey, evidently overhearing the witch’s words. She passed the paper bag filled with all of her purchases over to Tracey, who reluctantly let go of Harry and accepted the bag.

Harry rolled his eyes and laughed at Tracey’s over-the-top pout. She looked terribly put out at having to carry the bag. “Pass it over here,” Harry said.

“Gladly,” Tracey replied, passing the bag to Harry. Thankfully, it was quite light. With a tap of his wand, Harry shrunk the bag and stowed it in his pocket.

The rest of the morning continued on like that. The three of them walked through the streets of Hogsmeade, stopping off at various shops to pick up the necessities and small treats that would keep them fueled over the coming month at Hogwarts. Everywhere they went, couples were openly partaking in the pleasures that the new law allowed for. There were even a few larger groups of people all fucking one another.

As lunchtime grew closer though, Daphne and Tracey both expressed an interest in stopping for some food soon. Harry had kept quiet about their Valentine’s surprise, so both of them looked at him expectantly.

In response, Harry led them down the high street and away from the crowds. The two women followed, both curious as to what he had planned.

The shops gave way to the residential parts of the village, but Harry kept moving past them. “It’s not too far,” he assured Tracey and Daphne.

The wards that warmed the village that the Ministry had laid faded as they walked out onto one of the many roads leading away from Hogsmeade. Harry was quick with his wand, applying warming charms to all three of them, before continuing on.

It was only a ten-minute walk to Harry’s destination. He led them up a winding road which climbed one of the many hills around Hogsmeade. It was actually relatively close back by the shopping district and the road which led back to Hogwarts, but they were a hundred feet above them.

Daphne and Tracey both gasped in delight at what they saw. Harry was pleased too; his family’s elves had done a magnificent job.

The top of the hill had been cleared of snow, though a light dusting now appeared across the soft grass. A large, plush, red blanket had been stretched out across the ground just a few feet off of the road. It was large enough to comfortably seat at least ten people, so there was more than enough room for the three of them. There were pillows and additional blankets laid out for them to rest on, alongside a large picnic basket. An enchantment had been placed over the entire set-up, keeping it warm and free of snow. Harry knew that once they stepped inside, they’d be able to see the snow falling down on top of them before it dissipated in thin air just before reaching them.

The entire scene overlooked Hogsmeade village. They were close enough to be able to roughly make out the people walking down below, but far enough away to make distinguishing the people a little bit difficult. Though, there were a few notable people he could recognize. Dean and Megan, for instance, had taken up at a table in the middle of the street. Harry could see that the pair was surrounded by onlookers as they fucked.

“Wow,” Tracey said as she walked over onto the blanket. She spun around, looking up at the snow that was evaporating just a foot above her head. “It’s beautiful.”

Harry felt a swell of pride fill his chest. Tracey liked it! He glanced over at Daphne and saw that she too looked quite pleased. She made her way onto the blanket as well, but chose to sit down instead by the picnic basket. She ran her hand along the wicker cover.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Harry told the both of them as he joined them on the blanket. Tracey spun around towards him, and Harry was forced to catch her by throwing her arms around her.

“I love it,” she declared and gave him a quick peck on his cheek.

Daphne’s hand reached out and grasped Harry before gently tugging him down. Harry let himself sit down, bringing Tracey with him, and Daphne leaned over to kiss his other cheek. “It’s not bad.”

Harry’s heart felt like it stopped for a second, but he quickly calmed back down once he saw the teasing look in Daphne’s eyes. “Well, if it’s just ‘not bad,’ then maybe you wouldn’t like the food,” Harry replied morosely.

“No!” Daphne exclaimed, throwing her arms protectively around the picnic basket. “It’s incredibly perfect; I’ve never been on a better date!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry chuckled. “Go on; open up the basket.”

Daphne did just that. When she flipped open the wicker lid, there was a cacophony of clanging sounds as various dishes, utensils, and glasses flew out of the gap and arranged themselves around Harry, Tracey, and Daphne. There was pan-fried duck breast dripping with a sweet plum sauce, crispy sea bass, pickled vegetables, white bean puree, and eton mess for dessert. A large, crystal bottle of red elf-made wine and a smaller bottle of spiced mead landed beside the basket.

Immediately, Tracey and Daphne got to dishing out the food while Harry poured them each a glass of wine. Once they were all settled with food on their plates and drinks in hand, the three of them dug into their meal.

It was several minutes later that the three of them collapsed back onto the plush pillows and enjoyed the satisfaction of a delicious meal. The ground beneath the blanket had been made soft thanks to some careful charms work, so it felt like they were lying atop a comfortable bed. As per usual, Daphne and Tracey snuggled up on either side of Harry, who was more than happy to have his two beautiful attendants on either side of him.

“I love you both so much,” he murmured sincerely as he hugged them close to him.

“We love you too,” Daphne said, craning her neck back in order to plant a kiss on Harry’s jawline.

“Very much,” Tracey added, rolling partially on top of his right side in order to kiss his cheek.

It wasn’t clear as to exactly who escalated things from there. In an instant, the three of them broke down into a flurry of kisses, constantly taking turns and switching back and forth between them all.

Tracey was straddling his right leg, grinding herself against him. Though her school skirt hid what was going on below from his sight, Harry knew that she didn’t have any underwear on. He could feel a bit of her wetness starting to seep into the fabric of his trousers. He grabbed her shirt forcefully, quickly undoing the buttons to reveal her bare breasts underneath.

Before Harry could get to those two marvelous orbs of flesh, Daphne beat him to the punch. She practically tackled her best friend, latching on to one breast with her mouth while she grabbed and squeezed the other.

Harry blinked at the sight. While Daphne was no prude, she was rarely ever so demanding and forceful in their relationship. It was almost always Tracey that acted like that.

Well, Harry couldn’t say that he disliked the change of pace. Seeing Daphne’s blond hair obscure the sight of her suckling on Tracey’s breasts made Tracey’s cries of pleasure all the sweeter.

Tracey fell back off of Harry’s leg, landing on her back on the soft blanket. Daphne fell with her, maintaining her hold on Tracey’s body. Harry took the opportunity to sit up and reposition himself. With Daphne on top of Tracey like that, she had her ass up in the air.

Harry flipped Daphne’s skirt up, finding her just as bare below as Tracey. His hands ran along her smooth ass cheeks, relishing in the feeling of her supple flesh beneath his hands.

“Save me, Harry!” Tracey jokingly cried out.

There was only one way to do that. Harry got onto his hands and knees too and leaned forward to give Daphne’s pussy a lick. His blond princess froze in place before letting out a muffled moan around Tracey’s breast.

“Keep it up!” Tracey ordered. “I need you to free me from this—AH—torment!” Tracey moaned again in the middle of her speech as one of Daphne’s hands found her pussy. Though he couldn’t see it, Harry could hear the squelch of Tracey’s wet pussy as Daphne pumped a couple of fingers inside of her.

Harry never got tired of licking his attendants. Their pussies had the most addicting quality to them. He licked Daphne with reckless abandon, shoving his face right up against her and making sure that his tongue focused in on her clit. The little nub of flesh was his to pleasure, and he made sure that his tongue gently waved over it, never pushing too hard against it so as to overstimulate Daphne.

Knowing what she liked, Harry brought one hand up too and slowly wormed one of his digits into her sopping wet pussy. Daphne was tight and wet, as she always was. It took a second for him to work his finger inside of her, but, once he did, he started to curl his finger slightly to press against her g-spot.

There was an immediate reaction as Daphne’s body shuddered. She locked up, even releasing Tracey’s breasts in the process. Tracey took the opportunity to slide out from underneath Daphne and swirled around to Harry’s side. She quickly divested herself of her shirt and pushed her skirt down, leaving her completely naked.

“You know,” Tracey began as she pressed herself against Daphne’s side. “Our little princess here has been talking about wanting to try something out recently.”

“Oh?” Harry wondered aloud. But, he didn’t stop his ministrations on Daphne. He kept licking her clit and slipped a second finger inside of her. “And what would that be?”

As Daphne let out another moan, Tracey grabbed Harry’s hair and gently pulled him back. Harry reluctantly let himself be led away, but he didn’t have to move far. Tracey only moved his head far back enough to see Daphne’s winking asshole right in front of his face.

Harry looked up at Tracey. “You mean-”

“Yup,” Tracey nodded with a grin. “Isn’t that right, Daph? Don’t you want Harry to fuck your ass?”

For a second, all they heard were Daphne’s deep breaths as she regained her composure. She looked back towards them then. “Yes, I do,” Daphne confirmed.

“Perfect!” Tracey exclaimed. She reached down into her pile of clothes to pull out her wand. With a quick tap on Daphne’s backside, she fully cleaned and prepped her. “Give me a minute here, Harry,” Tracey said.

Suddenly, Tracey dove right into Daphne’s ass. She started by spitting a wad of saliva onto Daphne’s asshole before she leaned in and started to lick it. Daphne let out a quiet hum of delight as Tracey licked her.

Harry came around to Daphne’s front, and she raised her head to meet his gaze. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” He asked her.

“I am,” Daphne told him. “I’ve been giving it some thought for a few weeks now. Tracey told me about the time you two did it, and, well, I thought I should give it a shot too.”

Harry smiled. “Alright then. Tracey knows what she’s doing; I’m sure she’ll make sure you’re ready for this.”

Daphne giggled. “Well, she’s certainly trying her best.”

Harry could see that Tracey’s face was pressed right up in between Daphne’s plump ass cheeks. He could hear the sounds of her licking, and it seemed like she had started to loosen her up a bit by sticking a finger inside of her.

“Why don’t we get your top off?” Harry suggested.

At Daphne’s nod, Harry quickly unbuttoned Daphne’s shirt. Her wonderful breasts popped into view. Smirking at his idea, Harry grabbed both of her breasts and lifted Daphne’s front end off the ground so that she could stretch her arms behind her back and get her shirt off of herself. Once she did that, Harry gently lowered her back down.

“She’s about ready,” Tracey’s muffled voice called out. Harry looked over with no small amusement as Tracey’s saliva-covered lips revealed themselves as she pulled away from Daphne. Her wand was in her hand again. “Just needs the final touch.”

“Ooh!” Daphne jumped as Tracey’s spell struck her. “It’s cold.”

Tracey nodded. “The lube will warm up,” she explained before standing up. With a wink, she walked up to Harry. “Now we’ve just got to get you ready.”

Tracey made quick work of Harry’s clothes, tossing them away on the blanket and leaving him just as nude as the rest of them—barring Daphne’s skirt, which was still bunched up around her waist. Harry moved into position behind Daphne. Her neck was craned back so that she could watch him as he got adjusted.

“One sec,” Tracey said, stopping Harry before he could move any further. He looked at her curiously but not for long because Tracey quickly explained what she was doing when she took Harry’s cock into her mouth.

This wasn’t meant to be a slow and sensual blowjob. No, Tracey instead focused on taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could in order to coat it in her saliva. Her tongue swirled around his cock as she took it deeper and deeper into her throat. Harry let out a low groan as Tracey’s nose pressed all the way up against his pubic bone. Every inch of him was inside of her, and it felt heavenly!

After holding herself down on his for a moment, Tracey slowly pulled her head back, revealing Harry’s glistening cock one inch at a time. She took a gasping breath as her lips released their hold around his cock and it was fully bared to the open air. A long string of saliva connected Harry’s cock with her tongue, but Tracey closed her mouth to break the connection.

“There,” Tracey said as she wiped away any remaining saliva from around her mouth. “Now you’re all ready to fuck Daph.”

He most certainly was. He had already been hard, but Tracey’s extra push made his cock throb in eagerness. He repositioned himself again, grabbing Daphne's hips and angling his cock so that the tip was poking right up against her lubed-up asshole.

“Are you ready?” Harry asked Daphne gently.

Daphne didn’t even hesitate. “Yes,” she answered, gently pushing back against Harry’s cock.

So, Harry pushed forward too. He watched as the head of his cock slowly pushed against the impossibly tight hole before suddenly being engulfed. The tight ring of muscle had released just long enough for him to push the first inch of his cock inside of her, but then it tightened back up around him again. The resulting pleasure around the head of his cock was electric, and it made Harry freeze in place. He longed to slam his cock deep inside of Daphne to be surrounded by her warmth, but he held back, knowing that he needed to take this a bit slower to allow Daphne time to adjust to the new sensations.

For her part, Daphne seemed to be taking things in stride. Harry saw her flinch a little as he breached her barrier, but she seemed to be handling it well. Her asshole had tightened up incredibly around him when he first pushed in, a natural reaction to his invasion, but now he could feel it starting to release its vice-grip. It would always be incredibly tight, but at least now he would have an easier time moving around.

Once he felt confident that Daphne was ready for more, Harry pushed his hips forward. He had to use a bit more force than expected because, despite the fact that both he and Daphne were lubed up, she was still very tight around his cock. The amount of friction was incredibly pleasurable, but it made progress slow.

The sheer heat around his cock was wonderful. Harry remembered feeling the same when he had fucked Tracey’s ass a few months ago. He managed to push another few inches inside of Daphne’s ass, almost reaching the halfway point down his cock.

“You doing okay?” Harry asked Daphne.

“Yeah,” Daphne nodded. “Tracey’s spells are helping.”

Tracey, who had moved to sit down to have a profile view of the scene with a glass of wine in her hand, nodded. “It’ll relax the muscles and prevent most pain and soreness,” she grinned up at Harry. “Once you’ve got her used to it, you’re free to fuck her as wildly as you two want.”

Tracey always had such a way with her words. Harry’s cock jumped inside of Daphne’s asshole, making him let out a hiss of pleasure. At Harry’s sudden movement, Daphne let out her own low moan of pleasure, dropping her head down low in between her arms and slowly pushing herself back against him. Another inch of his cock sunk inside of her.

Unable to bear it any longer, Harry’s hips thrust forward involuntarily. Daphne let out a cry of pleasure as Harry suddenly bottomed out inside of her ass. Harry’s hands clawed for purchase on Daphne’s ass, gripping those two globes of flesh desperately as he fought to not let his pleasure overwhelm his mind.

“Fuck!” Harry moaned. Daphne’s asshole was pulsing around his cock, reinforcing just how tight, hot, and ready it was for him.

“I never get tired of seeing the two of you like this,” Tracey’s voice shook the pair out of their reverie. Harry and Daphne looked over to see that Tracey had started to rub her pussy slowly as she sipped her wine and watched the scene before her. Her eyes were filled with lust as she stared back at the pair.

How had he gotten so lucky to have the two most perfect attendants in the world?

Daphne wriggled her ass against him, squishing her two wonderful cheeks against his hips. She giggled a little. “Merlin, I feel so full.”

“Isn’t it the best?” Tracey sighed dreamily. Daphne hummed in agreement.

Unwilling to wait any longer, Harry started to fuck Daphne. His initial movements were slow, allowing Daphne to get used to the sensation of him fucking her asshole, but, eventually, he was able to move a bit more quickly without feeling her constrict around him so tightly to the point that movement was difficult.

Harry pulled his hips all the way back until just the head of his cock was inside of Daphne’s asshole. Her tight hole refused to let him exit her completely though as it clamped down tightly around him. Daphne let out a long moan of pleasure, and slammed her ass back towards Harry. Harry thrust forward as well and their bodies met with an audible clap.

“So fucking perfect,” Harry groaned as he slapped Daphne’s ass. She squealed in delight and slammed her hips back again. She was just as eager to get fucked as Harry was to fuck her.

As Harry’s pace worked its way up to his normal fast speed, Daphne’s moans came more and more frequently until she was rendered into a mess. Her moans were punctuated with little screams of pleasure whenever his cock reached as deep inside of her as it could go. She dropped from her hands to her elbows, arching her back and keeping her ass stuck up in the air. Her breasts kept dragging across the blanket as Harry pounded into her, sending even more sparks of pleasure through her body as her nipples touched the soft fabric.

Daphne’s hands gripped the blanket beneath them tightly, bunching up the fabric in her hands. “Yes, yes, yes!” She cried. “Oh fuck! This feels amazing!”

Suddenly, her entire body convulsed. “I’m cumming!” Daphne screamed as an orgasm ripped through her.

Harry slowed in surprise. He hadn’t made Tracey cum this quickly when he fucked her ass, but Daphne barely lasted more than three minutes before she came. The tight walls in her ass convulsed around, squeezing him so tightly that it made his cock throb with need.

Daphne let out a shuddering sigh of delight as her orgasm started to decline. Her asshole eased up a bit, leaving Harry with his freedom of movement.

“Looks like half the village heard that,” Tracey joked.

As Harry returned to fucking Daphne’s ass, he looked down towards the village. Dozens of people, too distant to easily make out, were all staring up curiously at them on the hill. They had a perfect view of Harry flowing into Daphne.

Just as Harry was about to return his focus to the witch on his cock, he did a double-take as he spotted his parents in the crowd. Only, they weren’t just watching, they were fucking too! It was unmistakably them, between his dad’s messy hair and his mom’s long, red locks. James was sitting back on a bench with his hands planted on either side of him, keeping himself balanced, while Lily bounced on his lap. She was completely naked too, and Harry could see her full breasts bouncing as she rode his dad’s cock.

“Merlin, are those your parents?” Tracey laughed.

“It is,” Daphne managed to get out in between panting breaths.

Contrary to Lily’s words the other day, it seemed like they were partaking in the new law too. For a moment, Harry swore that his gaze met his parents. It was so strange seeing them both like that with pleasure evident all over their faces, but he supposed it was no different to them seeing him with his attendants.

Harry shifted his focus back to Daphne. The lithe witch was taking his cock admirably, but he could feel himself nearing the point of his own orgasm. Her tight, hot hole was trying to milk his cock.

So, Harry picked up his pace, fucking Daphne’s ass as hard as he would her pussy. Daphne let out a strangled moan as she panted over Harry’s vicious pounding.

“I’m close,” Harry got out through gritted teeth.

“Do it!” Daphne cried. “Fill my ass up with your cum!”

Harry’s hips slammed forward and he exploded inside of her. Rope after rope of hot, thick cum shot out deep inside of Daphne’s ass as pleasure overtook his mind. “Daphne!” Harry groaned. He made several more small thrusts of his hips as he expelled every bit of cum he could.

Feeling quite spent, Harry pulled his cock out of Daphne’s ass. The girl instantly collapsed back down onto the blanket, but, despite her obvious exhaustion, she still found it in her to crawl across the blanket to rest at Harry’s side. The two of them got situated with pillows beneath their heads as Tracey prowled around them.

“That was so hot,” Tracey declared. Harry felt a strange breeze run over his cock, and he looked down to see Tracey tossing her wand to the side. He could see that his cock had been cleaned of any lubricant and cum.

With a great huff, Tracey dropped down on top of Harry. Laughing at her antics, Harry gave her a great big kiss. “You still haven’t had your fun,” he pointed out.

Tracey waved him off. “Spending time with you two is good enough for me.”

“Really?” Harry said, cocking an eyebrow.

Tracey’s even visage cracked as she snorted. “Well-”

Harry laughed and tickled her sides. “I knew it.”

Tracey squirmed in his grasp, giggling and trying to push him away. It felt so incredible to have her skin rubbing up along his like this. “Stop it!” She cried out in between giggles.

Given that it was their Valentine’s celebration, Harry figured he should take it easy on her. He stopped tickling her and Tracey immediately sagged on top of him.

Harry took the initiative and started to kiss Tracey. She kissed him back deeply, and the two took a moment to relish in the pleasure of each other’s company. Daphne watched dreamily from beside Harry, rubbing her thighs together.

After just a few moments, Harry felt his cock stirring again. It jumped up, poking Tracey’s thigh and making her giggle into his mouth. “Looks like you’re almost ready to go again.”

“For you? Always,” Harry kissed her again.

As the pair made out, Daphne decided to help out. She reached in between Harry’s legs for his cock. Her slender hand gripped it firmly and angled it up towards Tracey’s sopping wet pussy. Slowly, unwilling to break the kiss, Tracey eased herself back onto his cock. Her greedy pussy slowly sucked him inside of her, coating his cock in her juices and surrounding him with a pleasurable warmth that he never got tired of.

Tracey got settled on his lap and started to lazily grind against him, swirling his cock around inside of her. Her lips were so soft against his, and they were content to take this slow.

Harry’s hands came up and started roaming up and down Tracey’s back. She pressed herself against him, squishing her breasts against his chest. The skin on skin contact was only heightening the pleasure of their love making.

“I love you,” Harry said breathlessly when they were forced to break apart their kiss for air.

Tracey smiled brightly down at him, panting as much as he was. “I love you.”

Rather than come back down on top of him, Tracey sat up on Harry’s waist and planted her heels firmly on the blanket on either side of Harry. Then, using her hand to balance herself against Harry’s chest, she slowly rose up his cock. Her tight pussy tried not to let him go, and her lower lips clung to his cock desperately despite how slick it was from her pussy.

As she reached the top of his cock, Tracey paused just long enough to look down at where their bodies connected. “Merlin, I’ll never get tired of that thing filling me up,” she giggled.

“Then get back down on it,” Harry groaned, desperate for her warmth to surround him once again.

With a teasing smile, Tracey slowly sank down on his cock. She moved down until she was resting on his pelvis again. Using her hand, she pressed against her skin a few inches above her pussy, and Harry could faintly feel the pressure of her fingers through her flesh.

It seemed that Tracey’s lust was starting wax as the tender moment quickly shifted into something more lewd. Tracey picked up the pace as she started to ride Harry’s cock, sliding up his many inches before dropping back down at a rapid pace.

A look of pure pleasure overcame Tracey’s face as she bounced in Harry’s lap. His big cock always made her lose her inhibitions, as limited as they were already. Her pussy was dripping around his cock, leaving little droplets of her juices on his lap.

In the noon sunlight, Tracey looked like a goddess on top of Harry. The sunlight reflected beautifully off of her soft skin, and her breasts bounced in the most wondrous way as she rode his cock. With the way the gentle snowfall dissipated just overhead, it truly was a magical experience.

Tracey and Harry were both left breathless as moans and groans left their mouths. Harry felt so big inside of her, while Tracey’s pussy felt so tight around his cock. It was nothing short of perfection as they lost themselves to their pleasure.

“So . . . fucking . . .” Tracey groaned.

Harry nodded his head jerkily, understanding her completely. They were just so perfect together that it was impossible for them not to lose themselves so quickly.

Simultaneously, Harry came, shooting his cum deep into Tracey’s womb, while Tracey came around Harry’s cock, sending trembling vibrations all throughout her body. She collapsed down onto Harry, and he held her close as he bucked his hips up, shooting more and more cum inside of her.

Daphne curled up closer to Harry then, throwing her leg over one of his. Harry’s cock, exhausted from all of the fucking, softened and slipped out of Tracey’s pussy. Tracey shifted over slightly, making enough room for Daphne to lie partially on top of Harry too.

Together, the three of them laid there, slowly dozing off. “I love you both so much,” Harry murmured as they all drifted off for an afternoon nap, comforted by the mutual warmth that they all shared.

Chapter 25

5 Years Later

Harry’s heart pounded wildly in his chest as the words spoken around him blurred into an incomprehensible mess. He couldn’t seem to focus on them in the slightest. It didn’t matter though, he knew all of the steps, the little visual cues that told him what stage they were at in this grand production. It hadn’t been his idea to put on something so elaborate. No, he had wanted simple, but Anastasia Greengrass had insisted on it. ‘Nothing but the best for my daughter,’ she had insisted.

Well, here they were with the very best around.

The gentle ocean breeze blew in salt-tinged air through the open balconies that looked out on the crystal blue waters. The sun’s bright rays shone through those same openings, providing a majestic backdrop to the dais at the front of the hall. Thankfully, carefully positioned pillars blocked the sun from blinding the guests sitting in the audience.

The circular ballroom was stunning, Harry had to admit. Natural pale wood accented the cream-coloured walls. Delicate curtains of sheer pink silk were tied back on either side of each balcony entrance. A golden chandelier hung from the ceiling with fairies dancing around the glowing candles that lay inside of their glass enclosures. It was truly stunning.

Above all else though, the two sights that captured his eyes the most were his beautiful fiancées who stood just a couple of feet across from him.

Daphne was done up in a stunning, form-fitting, white wedding dress that had just the lightest touch of pink added to it. The v-neck bodice just barely showed off her creamy cleavage while the two thin straps held the dress up, leading to an open back. The gown of the dress flared slightly, leaving a short trail behind her on the dais. Her blond hair was pinned up in an elegant design with just a few strands left framing her beaming face.

In contrast, Tracey’s white dress was looser and flowed down her body. Floral designs littered the sheer corset bodice, leading up to a sweetheart neckline. The ball gown style of the skirt puffed out nicely and just barely touched the floor. She had a pair of sheer bishop sleeves on too, stretching from her wrist to just below her shoulder. Her brown hair was left long and flowing, with just a little curling down on the locks that ran overtop of her left shoulder. Just like Daphne, Harry could honestly say that he had never seen Tracy look happier in her life.

“Do you, Daphne Greengrass, take Harry Potter to be your wedded husband? To cherish and care for, trust and protect, and aid throughout the rest of your life?” The dark-haired Minister asked.

Daphne’s eyes sparkled as they met Harry’s gaze. Her pink lips parted slightly. “I do.” It was like she was speaking directly to Harry as she said those words.

“And do you, Tracey Davis, take Harry Black to be your wedded husband? To cherish and care for, trust and protect, and aid throughout the rest of your life?” The Minister asked, looking at Tracey.

Harry had to suppress a grimace at his name change. If it was up to him, he’d marry both of them as Harry Potter, but the laws simply wouldn’t allow for it. Thankfully, his godfather, Sirius Black, named Harry as his heir, allowing for an old and forgotten law to be enacted upon his case. Now, he could legally marry both of them. Daphne would be Lady Potter and Tracey would be Lady Black.

“I do,” Tracey smiled brilliantly.

The Minister nodded and finally turned to Harry. “And do you, Harry Potter, take Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis to be your wedded wives? To love them equally, comfort and honor them, and support them in all matters?”

This was it. Harry took a deep breath before answering. “I do.”

The Minister cracked a small smile. “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to, for the first time, introduce you all to Lord and Lady Potter and Lord and Lady Black!”

The audience filled with applause as several dozen guests got to their feet and cheered as Harry wrapped his arms around his new wives. Daphne’s lips were on his first, as they had decided before the wedding, and he kissed her deeply. Harry barely had a chance to take a breath as their lips parted before Tracey was on him next, kissing him just as passionately.

Music blared to life as a string-quartet began playing a tune. The audience all pulled out their wands and, on a countdown from the Minister, fired off crackling red and silver sparks above Harry, Daphne, and Tracey’s heads. They broke apart from their embrace and all watched as the sparks rained down around them.

“Ahh!” Hermione shrieked in delight as she dashed to hug Harry as he and his new wives stepped down off of the dais. Her soft purple dress showed off her bulging belly from her recently announced pregnancy. “I can’t believe that you’re all finally married! It was just as beautiful as I imagined it would be!”

Harry laughed and wrapped his arms around Hermione, mindful not to hug her too tightly. “Thanks, Hermione.”

“Ease up a bit, hon,” Draco said as he sauntered over in his silvery-gray suit. He placed a gentle hand on Hermione’s shoulder and she pulled away from Harry with a sheepish grin as she rubbed her belly.

“Sorry,” Hermione told Draco.

Draco just smiled at her. “It’s alright, I just don’t want you to overexert yourself.” He looked away from his wife and gave Harry a firm nod. “Congratulations, Harry. And to you two as well,” he said, looking over at the two beaming brides.

The crowd started to swarm around the couple, offering their congratulations. Quite a few people from their Hogwarts year were there, including Ron, Dean, and Megan. Professors McGonagall and Flitwick managed to show up as well. Many of Harry, Tracey, and Daphne’s colleagues from their respective jobs were in attendance too. And, of course, all of their families were in attendance.

Suddenly, the crowd parted as a large, black dog bounded through the sea of people before leaping up into the air. Before he could reach Harry though, the dog transformed back into Sirius Black who grabbed Harry in a tight hug. “Marrying two women,” he exclaimed, “you’re doing my name proud.”

“Something that I still have reservations about,” Anastasia Greengrass said as she entered into the circle in the middle of the crowd. She looked just as beautiful and stern as she did those five years ago at the Ministry.

Anastasia’s other daughter, Astoria Greengrass, poked her mother’s side. “You said you’d be nice.”

Anastasia let out a slight hiss and brushed Astoria’s hand away. “Yes, well,” her eyes came up to meet Harry’s gaze, “I do certainly believe that you’ll be a good husband to Daphne and Tracey.”

“That’s as close as we’re gonna get to her full approval,” Daphne whispered into Harry’s ear, trying to hold back a chuckle.

It had been difficult getting Anastasia to accept that Harry would marry both Daphne and Tracey. It simply wasn’t done, she had argued, but the three of them had put up a strong, united front on the matter. Harry knew that she still wasn’t comfortable with it—she was too set in her expectations for Daphne’s safety and security—but she had at least accepted the idea and given it her blessing. “Thank you, mother,” Harry added cheekily at the end.

Anastasia’s eye twitched slightly at that, making Daphne and Tracey giggle quietly, but she quickly composed herself. “I expect to see all three of you upon your return to Britain,” she told them.

Before she could have a chance to slip away, Daphne lunged forward and wrapped her mum in a tight hug. “We’ll be by for supper the day we get back,” Daphne assured her.

Harry smiled as he saw Anastasia melt into Daphne’s embrace. They had gotten much closer again over the last five years, and it was heartwarming to see how much they cared for and supported one another.

As Daphne, Anastasia, and Astoria said some parting words, Harry and Tracey turned to see her father, Edward, coming over with his arms outstretched. “Tracey, my dear daughter,” he grinned, putting one arm around her. “And Harry, my new son.” He pulled them both in for a tight hug. “I can’t begin to describe just how happy I am that things worked out for the best in the end.”

“I know what you mean,” Tracey laughed. “I remember way back when Daphne and I were worrying about who we might end up with.”

“Lucky your gambit worked out perfectly for the three of us,” Harry smiled as Edward released his hold on them.

“Be sure to take plenty of photos from your trip!” Edward said as he started to walk away.

“We will!” Harry called back.

As the crowd continued to swarm around them, everyone took turns coming up to greet the newly married trio. Harry kept Daphne and Tracey right at his sides as they thanked everyone in turn for attending and received a myriad of congratulatory remarks.

Eventually, the crowd started to wane. Hermione and Draco left soon after with Draco citing his wife’s need for bed rest, even in spite of her protests. Most everyone else did too soon after until it was just the married trio and Harry’s parents.

Throughout the greetings, Harry had watched them hang back. James and Lily had been arm-in-arm, watching with happy looks on their faces. Once things quieted down though, they made their way forward.

“I’m so proud of you, son,” James said as he embraced Harry. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see Lily hugging Tracey and Daphne. “You’ve finally made it through, and now the three of you can start life as a real family.”

“Yes, but you have to promise not to get Daphne pregnant for at least another four months,” Lily chimed in jokingly. “I still need my best potions assistant around to help me keep up with the workload for the upcoming school year.”

Tracey snorted at that, and Daphne let out her own quiet chuckle. “I’m not sure if Harry will want to wait around that long. The three of us have been talking, planning,” Daphne explained.

“Oh!” Lily’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Well, I suppose family is the most important thing after all.”

James came round to Lily’s side. “You’re just sad you can’t be lazy and pawn your work off onto Daphne anymore,” he teased as he went to put his arm around Lily’s waist. Unfortunately for him, Lily’s glare stopped him short, and he dropped his arm lamely to his side.

“Well, we’d best be off,” Tracey laughed. “We’ve got a portkey to take to our bungalow.”

“Right,” James said. “It’s just off the coast, isn’t it?”

“Mhmm” Daphne hummed. “A private bungalow about twenty meters off of a private island. There’s a full staff of House-Elves that operate a household on the island. It’ll be a perfect getaway for a week.”

“Then we’ll be off to South America,” Tracey added.

“Well, we’ll let you get to it then,” James smiled.

James and Lily switched sides with James going to give his new daughters-in-law hugs while Lily came over to Harry. She threw her arms around him and squeezed him tightly, obscuring his vision with her vibrant red hair. “You three have fun now,” her muffled voice sounded against his neck.

“We will,” Harry replied, patting her on the back before letting her go.

James and Lily left then, leaving the married trio alone for the first time. It seemed surreal to Harry. Not an hour ago they were still his Attendants. Now, thanks to the marriage contracts which negotiated terms, Daphne and Tracey officially bought out of their Attendant contracts and became his wives. Nothing would change much, hopefully. Harry had always treated them more as his partners than his Attendants, but this was something special.

“Mr Potter,” a voice rang out from the entrance into the hall. A short woman stepped in, carrying a small letter on a silver platter. “Your portkey.”

“Right, thank you,” Harry said as he accepted the offered letter.

“Just open the letter and it will whisk you and your wives away,” the woman explained before taking her leave.

Harry looked over to Daphne and Tracey. “Well, are you two ready?”

“Always,” they said in unison, slipping up close to Harry and intertwining their arms with his.

Slowly, Harry peeled open the letter, and suddenly the three of them were whisked away to their private bungalow.

Harry, Tracey, and Daphne’s private bungalow was like something out of a dream. It was a circular room half a dozen feet above the ocean. A balcony ringed the room, offering lounge chairs to rest on. A set of stairs led down right into the ocean water. There was a large, circular bed set within the room itself that seemed fit to hold six people comfortably on it. An attached bathroom boasted a pair of tubs set side by side and an extra-large shower with five rainfall shower heads. Several bottles of wine and spirits had been set on a table near the bed, along with a platter of meats, cheeses, and fruits. The front door led out to a walkway which connected to the private island behind them.

“I’m exhausted,” Tracey shouted as she leaped up onto the bed, twirling in midair so as to land on her back. Her high heels came flying off her feet, landing haphazardly in the room.

“Oh,” Daphne said as she slipped into the room. “Does that mean I get Harry first then?”

“Absolutely not!” Tracey immediately jumped to her feet. “We had a deal! You get to kiss him first at the altar, I get to have him in bed first!”

Daphne sniggered and held up her hands in defeat. “I know, I know. But you’d better get started because I can hardly wait.”

“Maybe you can help me with that then,” Tracey said sultrily as she walked over to Daphne’s side. Harry sat back and watched as Daphne and Tracey’s hands came up to touch each other’s wedding dresses, entranced in the beauty of his two wives.

They started slow, just playing around with one another. Daphne tugged Tracey’s sleeves off of her arms and tossed the sheer material to the side. Tracey slipped her fingers beneath the straps of Daphne’s dress and teased them off of her shoulders. It wasn’t long after that the two started kissing, pressing their bodies up against each other.

Harry’s cock was growing in his pants as the erotic sight unfolded. Daphne’s top was the first to be pulled down, releasing her plump breasts into the air. Her little pink nipples were hard, and Tracey wasted no time in pinching one in between her fingers, making Daphne let out a quiet moan into Tracey’s mouth. Daphne pulled down Tracey’s top next, and the two women mashed their breasts together as they kept shimmying down each other’s dresses.

Eager to get started, Harry strode over to his two wives who broke apart at the sound of his approach. Their needy eyes and panting breaths sent another flare of desire through him.

Daphne stepped back to let Harry crouch down in front of Tracey. He pulled her wedding dress the rest of the way down, revealing her smooth skin and white lace panties that she had on underneath.

Without warning, Harry grabbed Tracey by her waist and hoisted her up into the air. She felt so light in his hands. With a firm toss, Harry threw her back onto the bed.

Tracey’s chest rose and fell as she watched Harry disrobe above her. Her lips were parted and he could just barely make out the sound of her breathing as her eyes followed the motion on his hands. As he tossed his shirt to the side, Daphne slid herself behind Tracey’s head. Her white panties were still on, but, as she settled herself into a cross-legged position, Harry could see just how damp they were.

Once he was as naked as Tracey was, he dropped down onto his belly on the bed and positioned his head in between her thighs. His face caressed her smooth skin as he inched himself forward.

Even though they had had sex so many times over the years that they’ve been together, Harry never ceased to be amazed at just how easily they could turn each other on. His warm breath misted over her wet opening, making Tracey shiver in anticipation and delight. Her lips are swollen and glistening and waiting eagerly for him.

The moan that Tracey let out as Harry’s tongue probed her lower lips was music to his ears. The needy whimper that followed urged him on, plunging his tongue deeper into her hot and delicious opening. He took his time greedily lapping up her flowing juices before he moved his mouth up towards her clit. The bright-pink nub was waiting for him, and Harry wasted no time in capturing it in between his lips.

Tracey’s moans only grew, but they were suddenly muffled. Harry glanced up to find that Daphne had bent down overtop of Tracey and was kissing her deeply, letting her moans vibrate through her body.

Slipping a finger inside of her, Harry made sure to touch Tracey in all of her favourite spots. Five years together had led to a lot of interesting play time and diversity in the bedroom, but there was nothing quite like their old favourites to really get each other going.

Her walls pulsed around his finger, squeezing it as he moved into position. Her juices coated him completely as he probed her depths before settling down close to her entrance. He curled his finger and ran it along her inner walls until he found the right patch of flesh and pressed in on it right when he sucked hard on her clit.

The scream that Tracey let out was just heavenly. Her hands grasped the bedsheets and her thighs clamped around Harry’s head as an overwhelming burst of pleasure coursed through her.

“Please,” Tracey begged breathlessly. “Again.”

Harry did exactly that, and Tracey rewarded him with yet another delightful sound of her pleasure. His cock throbbed against the bed, eager to find itself inside of Tracey’s tight walls soon enough.

Tracey’s hands came down, clutching at Harry’s hair. He let himself be pulled up her body, planting kisses as he went, until his mouth supplanted Daphne’s as he kissed Tracey fiercely. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, tasting her own juices on his tongue and adding her own saliva into the mix.

“I need you,” Tracey moaned as her hands expertly searched for his cock. They wrapped around his hard, hot shaft and desperately angled him towards her opening. Her hips bucked upwards, and Harry felt the head of his cock run up and down Tracey’s wet lips. She whined in frustration, trying to get him into just the right spot, so Harry helped her by moving his hips. A second later, he felt the head of his cock being enrobed by the silky touch of Tracey’s pussy.

It was a pair of equally satisfied moans that left Harry and Tracey’s mouths as their bodies connected together. Familiar and yet still absolutely incredible, they both relished in the amazing sensations. Harry loved the feeling of her tight, hot walls wrapping around his cock, while Tracey loved the feeling of being so full from Harry’s comforting warmth as it stretched her to her limits.

“So hot,” Daphne moaned from the side. Harry glanced up to see that she had slipped her hand down her panties and was rubbing herself slowly as she watched them.

Tracey’s arms came around Harry’s back as she clutched him tightly against her body. Her legs wrapped around him too, with her heels pressing down on his ass to urge him as deep inside of her as he could go. His cock ached inside of her, desperate to pound in and out of her pussy.

Pushing back against her heels, Harry lifted himself up and pulled most of his cock out of her warmth. Then, he slammed forward, filling her up with a satisfying sound of her pussy squelching around his cock. Tracey groaned into his mouth, her tongue jumping wildly around.

Harry was lost in the sensation of his body against Tracey’s and his cock inside of her pussy as he fucked her. Every sweet sound she made as he thrust in and out of her filled an indescribable need inside of himself, and Daphne’s soft moans as she pleasured herself as she watched only heightened the entire experience for him. It all felt so incredibly romantic and lustful at the same time to Harry.

Tracey’s body responded perfectly to Harry’s touch. Her back arched, pressing her breasts up against Harry’s muscled chest; her arms and legs tightened around him every time he started to drive his cock deep inside of her, getting just that extra bit of force into every thrusts; her pussy spasmed and clenched around his cock, wishing it would never leave her.

Eventually, their lips had to part so they could catch their breaths. Harry didn’t stop fucking Tracey for even a second; his hips kept moving and the sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room.

“I love you so fucking much,” Harry groaned as he rammed himself into Tracey again. He wasn’t sure if it was the hard thrust or his words that made her pussy tighten up incredibly around his cock, but he didn’t care, it still felt amazing.

“And I love you too,” Tracey cried out as her hand came up to the back of Harry’s head. She grabbed his hair, trying to find anything to hold on to as her body seemingly started to lose control.

Harry could feel her starting to spasm beneath him. Her pussy was clenching around him in an unpredictable, rapid pattern. He felt his thighs tense automatically as he tried to hold back from cumming too soon, but Tracey’s next words stopped him right in his tracks.

“Cum in me,” Tracey moaned. Her eyes had been screwed shut tightly from the pleasure, but she forced them open just to meet Harry’s gaze. “Please,” she begged, “I want you to cum inside of me.”

Her words sent a spark through Harry, and he found himself quickly losing control. His hips kept up their rapid pace as he pounded in and out of Tracey, but the intensely pleasurable sensation of her pussy spasming around his cock made his mind go foggy as he lost control.

Tracey let out an euphoric scream as she came around Harry’s cock. Not a second later, Harry felt his own orgasm hit. He forced his lips onto Tracey’s, kissing her again as he pumped his cum deep inside of her pussy. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed through him as more and more of his cum poured out inside of her. They had held off from fucking for the last two weeks in order to heighten their wedding night even further, and it seemed that he had quite a backlog of cum to go through as he filled her up to the brim.

They laid there for several minutes kissing and basking in the afterglow. Daphne was there the entire time, running her delicate hands down Harry and Tracey’s heads and murmuring sweet, comforting words of affirmation as they came down from their high.

Eventually, Harry pushed himself off of Tracey and plopped back onto his butt. Her pussy was red and swollen, and, within a few seconds of his cock leaving her, he saw a river of his cum slide out of her and down onto the bedsheets, staining them.

Tracey gave Harry a sweet smile. “I love you, Harry.”

Harry smiled back. “I love you too.” He held her gaze for a moment before looking up at his other wife. “And now I have to show another woman just how much I love her.”

Daphne moved eagerly, carefully sliding around Tracey so as to not disturb her. “I’m so ready for this,” Daphne grinned. She certainly was. Harry could see just how damp her panties were, and the fingers that had been stuck inside of them.

Daphne didn’t even bother to take off her panties. Instead, she crawled around in between Harry and Tracey and faced away from Harry. She scooted back until her ass pressed up against his still-hard cock, trapping it between her soft cheeks. Planting her hands on either side of Tracey’s torso, she looked down at her best friend and grinned. “Best seat in the house, huh?”

Tracey laughed and looked down. Daphne’s full breasts swayed in perfect view and, in between them, she could just barely see the front of Daphne’s pussy and Harry’s balls hanging. “It’s perfect,” Tracey replied.

Reaching back, Daphne grabbed her panties and pulled them to the side, revealing her glistening pussy that was wet and ready for Harry’s cock. She wriggled her ass against him and dropped her head low, arching her back as she did so. “I’m all ready for you, husband.”

Well, Harry couldn’t say no to that. His cock was so hard that he didn’t even need to hold it to stick it into Daphne’s pussy. Instead, he grabbed her plump ass cheeks with his hands and just angled his hips into position before easily sliding into her slick opening.

Despite having just been inside of another woman’s pussy, the sensation of entering one again was still absolutely sublime. There was a marked difference in where each girl was tightest and how their pussies contracted around his cock when he entered them. Plus, Harry had to fuck them differently too. Tracey could really take a hard pounding from his cock, but Daphne needed him to ease up a little at the end and not push as hard when he was deep inside of her. She liked it when he angled his cock up a little too whereas Tracey liked him to thrust head-on inside of her. Even though he had to make little changes like that to accommodate each of his wives, Harry still didn’t know which he liked best.

“Yes,” Daphne hissed in pleasure as Harry filled her. A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead as she dipped her head low. Tracey’s hands came up and carefully undid her pinned-up, blond hair, letting it drop loose around her face. Tracey let out a little giggle as the blond tresses brushed across her nipples.

Securing a firm grip on her ass, Harry started to fuck Daphne with just as much enthusiasm as he had Tracey. Daphne’s ass rippled as his hips bounced off of it, and his balls propelled forward and smacked off of her clit, making the blond let loose a loud moan of pleasure.

“Fuck,” Harry grunted as Daphne’s pussy tightened up around him. Her body went a little slack as her hands and legs spread just a bit wider on the bed, lowering herself slightly under her face and came to a rest in the valley in between Tracey’s breasts. Tracey started petting Daphne’s head as Harry went back to fucking her.

It was such an erotic sight to watch. Harry loved seeing his cock disappearing into Daphne’s tight pussy and the way her ass jiggled with his every thrust. Her arched, smooth, toned back led up to her beautiful blond hair, which was situated right in between Tracey’s breasts. Tracey was smiling up at Harry, loving the action going on right in front of her.

“Harry! Oh, Merlin, Harry!” Daphne’s muffle voiced groaned against Tracey’s skin as Harry fucked her. Every thrust he made rocked her body forward, making Tracey’s body jiggle too. It had the added wonderful effect of making Tracey’s breasts bounce on either side of Daphne’s face.

“Damn,” Harry moaned as Daphne clenched around him. “You feel so fucking good, Love.”

Harry slammed his cock into Daphne, mindful to slow his movement at the last second so as to not hit her cervix too hard. Daphne was quickly turning into a quivering mess, loving the feeling of Harry’s cock stretching her out, his balls smacking off of her clit, and his hips ramming her body forward with every thrust.

“I want you to cum in me, Harry,” Daphne moaned. “I want you to fill me up and make me pregnant!”

Her last words threw Harry’s rhythm off for just a second. Get her pregnant? Sure, they had talked about it; in fact, they had talked about having their first child relatively soon after their honeymoon. However, despite the little surprise, Harry found that he actually really liked the idea. He was ready to be a father, and Daphne would make a wonderful mother. Plus, it’d have the added bonus of him getting to fuck her relentlessly until she did get pregnant.

So, Harry pounded into her again and leaned over top of her back. His hands left her ass and came around to squeeze her supple breasts. “You want to have my baby?” He murmured into her ear. “Good. I’ll pump you so full of cum that-”

Harry cut off abruptly as Daphne’s pussy seized around his cock. His words came out like a strangled cough as his cock was suddenly held in a vice grip. He could barely move inside of her, but still, his hips tried.

“Do it!” Daphne cried out as she came around his cock.

Harry’s hips struggled against Daphne’s tight grip, making his cock make tiny thrusts in and out of her rapidly. He was desperate to fill her up, if only he could really fuck her like he wanted to.

Suddenly, Daphne’s pussy released its tight grip for a fraction of a second, but that was enough time for Harry to reel his hips back before slamming them forward one more time. He let out a deep growl as he came inside of her. Daphne’s pussy kept tightening around him, milking his cock for every drop of cum that it could.

Harry kissed the back of Daphne’s neck, and his hands left her breasts and found her hands. He clutched at her tightly as he groaned. “I love you, Daphne.”

As Harry slid out of Daphne, her body went slack and collapsed on top of Tracey’s. The sounds of their panting breaths filled the room, and Harry watched as his cum spilled out of Daphne’s pussy and down onto Tracey’s.

With a grin, Harry shook his head. How did he ever go so lucky to end up with his two wives? These two perfect women who were so unique in their own ways were the perfect companions to live his life with.

Feeling overwhelmingly satisfied and happy, Harry crawled up the bed to lie down alongside them. He curled up close to their side, throwing his arm around them. Daphne turned her head, resting her cheek on Tracey’s breast, and Tracey looked his way as well. They both had blissful expressions on their faces, simultaneously content and enraptured at the same time.

A swell of pride and love filled Harry’s chest at the sight of them smiling his way. “I love you both so much.”

Yes, they had started as his Attendants, but they had grown to be so much more now.