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Chapter 11

Harry's lips glided over the delicate, smooth skin of Gabrielle's inner thigh. He absolutely adored her tight, little body. Exploring it every day was a treat. He placed gentle kisses along the junction between her hips and thighs, earning a moan from the gorgeous blonde. Fingertips danced along her tender skin, and Gabrielle mewled from the sensuality of it. Her fragrant scent surrounded him as his lips traversed her thighs, traveling upward until he peppered her taut belly with his kisses.

"Mmmm, 'Arry. That feels good," Gabrielle mewled, wiggling her body while her boyfriend nipped at her skin. The little Veela's legs parted wider, displaying how wet she was. She placed her hands on the top of his head. With a little bit of pressure, she was able to let him know what she wanted. His lips descended until they landed on her hairless mound. Harry took a moment to enjoy how good she smelled. Not only her arousal but her body in general. Gabrielle always smelled like a pretty girl. He couldn't explain it, she just did. It wasn't even the Veela thing. Hermione was the same way. She always smelled good. Girls were just lucky, he thought.

Harry smirked and rubbed his stubbled cheek against her smooth mound. Gabrielle squeaked and smacked his head.

"Oww! That hurt," Harry chuckled, rubbing the top of his head.

"That's what you get. Now kiss it better, mon amour," Gabrielle slid her hands up her chest and cupped her perky breasts. As her boyfriend kissed her between her legs, she squeezed her breasts and pinched her light pink nipples. Gabrielle closed her eyes and allowed the sensations to fill her. She gasped and moaned when his tongue swiped at her clit, her fingers rolling her nipples between them.

Harry moaned into her pussy. His tongue slid inside her folds and tasted her silky walls. Gabrielle, the sex goddess that she was, was humping his mouth trying to extract as much pleasure as humanly possible. His hands slid down her thin sides and over her flared hips, squeezing and groping as much of her as he could. Her delicate skin always felt incredible to him. He didn't know if it was because she had Veela blood or not. He suspected that it at least had its part to play. Fleur and Apolline had felt just as soft and smooth.

Unfortunately, Harry was interrupted by the lovely Hermione Granger. His second lover burst into the room and brought him out of his playtime.

"Harry, Mrs. Weasley needs to see you," she told him, leaning back against the dresser.

"Can't she wait? I'm kind of busy here," Harry said, annoyed. He indicated to Gabrielle's naked pussy that was wet and waiting for attention. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"She said that she injured her hip and that it hurts really bad. You know how demanding that she can be in normal times. Imagine what she's like when in pain," Hermione huffed.

Harry sighed. Molly Weasley certainly could be a bit demanding at times. Harry really didn't mind since she never asked for anything major. If she was in pain, then of course he would see her right away. "What about Gabrielle though?" he asked, looking at her wet cunt longingly. He looked back at Hermione and saw that she had already stripped naked.

"I'll take care of her. You just go deal with Mrs. Weasley," demanded Hermione, hopping on the bed and taking his place between her smooth thighs. Harry watched as she bent over and took Gabrielle's clit into her mouth. Hermione's naked ass was sticking up in the air, wiggling around. Her plump, smooth pussy lips looked so tight and ready for his cock. His annoyance rose to a new level. He could be between both girls right now. He huffed and put on his clothes. Molly had better be in some serious pain. After a few moments of dressing and watching his two girls make love, Harry went down to his office where he knew that she was waiting. Opening the door, he saw her sitting on his massage table dressed in her day-to-day robes.

"Molly," Harry greeted her happily. He loved the woman dearly. He wouldn't call her a mother figure or anything like that, but she did her best to treat him the same as she treated her own sons. He still had many dinners at the Burrow per her request.

"Harry," she returned his greeting, wincing a bit in pain.

"Hermione told me that you hurt yourself. What happened?" he asked, looking her over and not seeing any apparent injuries.

"I was out in the garden gathering some vegetables. I'm making some stew tomorrow, you see," she explained. "Anyway, I was walking back inside with a full basket, and I couldn't exactly see beneath me. That's when one of those Garden Gnomes ran right under my foot. I lost my balance and fell right on my hip. Ron was supposed to degnome the garden the other day. I'm going to give that boy a piece of my mind the next time that I see him!" she exclaimed angrily. Harry was glad that he wasn't Ron right about now. When the woman got going, she could make your ears bleed. He remembered her Howlers.

"Did you take any pain potions?" Harry asked, getting close to her and prodding and squeezing her hips. From so close, he got a good look at her. She was a good-looking woman for her age. She was thick and had plenty of meat to hold onto. She looked younger than she was. Harry suspected that she was using age reduction make-ups and possibly some light glamour charms.

She squeaked in pain when he dug his finger lightly into one of her hips. "No, I instantly came here."

"Well, it doesn't appear that you broke anything. I'll need a better look to make sure though. I can give you treatment as well. Take off your robe while I gather my supplies," he told her while going to his cabinet and gathering his things. He looked back at her only to see her blushing. "What's wrong?" Harry asked, picking out a moderate pain potion.

"I only have my underwear on under this!" she whispered embarrassingly. Harry rolled his eyes.

"It would be better if you didn't even have underwear on," Harry told her. "Besides, I work in the medical field. You don't have anything that I haven't seen a thousand times before." Her face turned red, but she complied, slowly taking off her robe and exposing her body. Like she told him, she was only wearing her matching bra and panty set that was red and lacy.

"Lay on the table … on your back, please," he ordered, giving her a pain potion to take before she laid down. She swallowed it down and lied back.

Harry's eyes raked over her thick, mature body. Her skin was still tight and silky smooth looking for a woman of her age. His cock hardened just looking at it. He hadn't been able to achieve release with Gabrielle before being interrupted, so he was still on edge. She wasn't all that different from her daughter, Ginny. They looked similar enough. Molly was just older, and Ginny was thinner and more athletic. Molly, however, had incredible hips. They were wide and just begged him to take her. She was made for having children. Her hips ended with thick, creamy pale thighs that Harry would love to lay between.

Trying to be professional for a moment, Harry pulled out his special healing oil and tapped it with his wand. He instantly felt the bottle heat up slightly, making the oil inside warm to the touch. With that done, he poured a generous amount on Molly's problem area. He heard her gasp. The sensation of the oil was always a bit jarring to new clients. He knew that right about now, the skin of her hip was tingling naughtily, sending erogenous pulses throughout her body. The way her body wiggled as she mewled sexily told him that he was correct. The oil was making her feel good. He watched her very large breasts bounce around and cursed the lacy material holding them back. Harry placed his hands on her injured hip. Of course, he "accidentally" let one hand slide up her smooth thigh, feeling the expanse of soft skin.

Harry let his healing magic spread throughout her damaged hip as he rubbed and massaged the bruised skin. He added more of his special oils. This time, he sneakily grabbed another. This oil was all about pleasure. He warmed it up and poured it all over her lower belly and panties.

Molly gasped and blushed heavily as the boy that she thought of as a son, touched and rubbed her near-naked body. She knew that he was good at his job, so she didn't say anything. Her daughter Ginny absolutely raved about his skill. Ginny would go to him any time that she received an injury from Quidditch, or even just to receive a massage to relax. Ginny had often told her that she needed to set up an appointment, as he was very good at relieving the stress that often built up over time. Molly never really gave it any serious thought. It may have been a mistake, she thought as warm oil was poured over her belly and panties, making her back arch when the tingling reached her clit and pussy. She vaguely felt Harry rubbing and groping her thighs as she rubbed them together trying to get some relief from the naughty pleasure.

"So good!" she moaned out like a whore. She couldn't believe the sounds coming from her mouth. She would have thought of herself as a scarlet woman if she was able to comprehend anything other than the intense pleasure that she was feeling. Harry's hands slid up her belly and stopped just before they reached her bra-clad breasts. She moaned as they slid back down and captured the band of her panties. With a slight tug, they slid down her thighs.

Harry groaned as he pulled down her lacy, red panties and the scent of her pussy hit him in the face. Molly was incredibly aroused! He could see the arousal smeared all over her hairless lips. Molly had a thin bush of red hair on her mound that was trimmed nicely. Her lips, however, were completely smooth. His hand groped the inside of her thick thigh and his fingers were dangerously close to her wet pussy. Looking at her face, he could only see the intense arousal that she was feeling. She was a woman possessed. Her legs parted, giving him a complete view of her naked genitals. As his hand lightly caressed her naked pussy, she moaned and began to roll her hips. Harry smirked. It looked like the older woman wanted it bad. Maybe she wasn't getting it as much at home as she used to. Harry poured oil all over her naked pussy. Molly's moans were music to his ears.

"Are you enjoying my skills, Molly?" Harry teased, his fingers gliding between her wet lips while his thumb rubbed circles around her engorged clit. Her legs were spread as wide as possible, giving him all the access that he could ever want.

"Yes, Harry!" she moaned out with a gasping breath. "It feels incredible! Please, don't stop," begged Molly, grabbing his forearm and pulling him closer. He placed his palm against her pussy and chuckled when she slid her hips back and forth, riding his palm. Her slutty juices smeared all over his hand as she humped it. He really wanted to receive some pleasure from her as well but didn't want to scare her off on their first session. His pleasure could wait until next time. Besides, he still had two naked girls waiting for him. He needed to finish up with the redheaded MILF.

Molly saw that he now stood at her side. One of his oiled-up hands slid all the way up, underneath her bra, and squeezed her bare tit. She bit her lip when his fingers began rolling the hardened nub between his fingers. The wonderful oil was making them tingle in such fantastic ways. His other hand stayed between her thighs. Two of his fingers penetrated her for the first time, going deep and expertly finding her G-spot. The thumb of his hand began to vibrate as it was pressed against her throbbing clit. The two fingers began rubbing the sensitive spot deep inside of her as magic was funneled into them. Molly couldn't believe the amount of pleasure that she was feeling. She had never felt anything like it. Her body writhed as Harry finger-fucked her, and she suddenly felt something growing inside of her. All of the penetration and groping was making a feeling grow deep in her lower belly. It felt like she needed to pee!

"Harry, please!" she begged, not really explaining that she needed a break. He thought that she wanted more. The pleasure intensified until she was seeing stars. Her thick body began to shake wildly. Her huge breasts flopped around until the scant material holding them back couldn't take anymore and burst at the seams. Her fantastic tits exploded out of her bra, exposing themselves to Harry's eyes. Molly cried as she gripped his forearm tightly. She was fucking herself on his long, thick fingers. Her eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

"Ohhh … Ohhhhhhhhhhh FUCK! HARRYYYYYYY!" she screeched as her pussy clamped down hard on his fingers. Her beautiful body shook as a small fountain of pussy juice lazily squirted up, then the dam broke and a torrent of her juices sprayed wildly. Harry tried to hold her down but was unable to.

"FUCK!" she cried, spraying the walls, then the table, then Harry himself. Her pussy was out of control! The worst part was that Harry continued to finger-fuck her throughout the whole ordeal. Slowly, her explosive orgasm tapered off, and she was able to calm herself. She felt that her pussy had stopped milking his fingers, and she groaned when he pulled them out. She was so tired. All she wanted to do was go home and sleep. Tiredly, she blinked her eyes, too tired to be embarrassed.

"I'll schedule you again for the day after tomorrow. I'll send you a confirmation letter," Harry told her, groping her naked pussy and tits one last time. She nodded her head as he helped her get dressed. As she stood, she was actually surprised.

"Hey! My hip doesn't hurt anymore!" she said, tired but happy.

"Of course not. I'm the best," Harry bragged, leading her to the fireplace.

Before stepping through the floo, she thought, 'He's certainly the best that I've ever had!'

She couldn't wait for her next appointment.