STORY 9: Harry returns to Grimmauld Place from an Auror mission on New Years Eve, where a small celebration has been organised by his housemates, Hermione, Jane Foster (ABD), Miss Elizabeth Swann and Elsa Agnarsdottir. From one boastful drinking game it quickly gets out of hand. (AN: can't guarantee no errors. Finished at 05:40 on 01/01).
A figure stepped out of nothingness in the shadow of a thicket of trees, a leather greatcoat snapping at the figure's heels. A slender piece of wood vanished from the hand that held it, and the figure stepped out into the light cast by a streetlamp.
His breath misting in front of him, Harry crossed the street and up the steps to the front door of No.12 Grimmauld Place. The door yielded to him without challenge, recognising the last of the Blacks by blood and by magic.
A glance at the huge grandfather clock he'd had installed to cover a nasty Fiendfyre-inflicted scorch mark - for cursed damage from black magic could not be easily repaired - where Walburga's portrait had been, told him it was only half-past eleven. Voices were drifting down from the first floor.
Harry shrugged off his dragonhide greatcoat and boots before heading up to the vast drawing room. He'd purged the house of pretty much everything magical, which had gone in a special chamber for such purposes, allowing him to houseshare with his most trusted friend, Hermione, and three non-magical women who were studying at various universities around London.
The drawing room, once a dark and solemn place, was lively and warm, a table of snacks, finger-foods and a fair amount of alcohol. A glance around as he went for a bowl of crisps on a coffee table in the corner found three of his four housemates. Hermione was curled up in an over-large armchair with a bit of 'light reading'. Elizabeth Swann, the daughter of an important diplomat, who was studying International Relations at LSE, was at the liquor cabinet, pouring drinks. Elsa Agnarsdottir, the Svalbarder blonde was perched on the windowsill, sipping at a steaming cup of hot chocolate.
Of the third, Jane Foster, who was studying astrophysics at Imperial College, there was no sign until he heard the door being kicked wide open behind him, and Jane walked in with a tray of devilled eggs, which she'd put on the table when she finally noticed him out of the corner of her eyes.
"Harry! When did you get back!" she cried, crossing the room and grabbing him in a Hermione-style bearhug. The other three girls' heads spun to face them, having not heard Harry padding in.
"Hey Jane, how's my favourite astrophysicist?" Harry replied, picking her up and spinning them around, ignoring Hermione's grumbling - she'd discovered she couldn't do more than two degree courses at once, and had been forced o put astrophysics on the back burner.
"Fine now you're here. I can't believe you had to go chasing bad guys on Boxing Day and vanish for a week!" Jane chided.
"Such is the life of an officer of the law I'm afraid." Harry replied. "Someone has to chase down and beat up the bad guys 'til they see the light. Or at least see stars."
Reluctantly, Jane let go, allowing first Elizabeth to greet him, then Hermione, who, if they noticed her being a bit handsy, didn't comment. She and Harry hadn't publicly outed their friends-with-benefits status.
"Elsa?" Harry asked when Hermione finally unwrapped herself from him.
The pale Svalbarder hesitated briefly, then visibly gathering confidence, marched over, allowing Harry to gather her up in a warm embrace. A small smile of triumph crossed his face, as when they'd first met, she'd been reserved to the point of being near a statue.
"Bollocks you do!" Hermione erupted at Jane's suggestion of ice cubes in whisky. "That would be like... like... like-"
"Putting cheese and gravy on chips?" Elizabeth suggested.
"Is that something the Americans do?" Harry asked curiously.
"The Canadians do." Hermione cut in, face twisted in horror.
"I quite agree, putting ice in whisky is an American heresy." Elizabeth continued, eliciting a hands-up-I-Surrender gesture from Jane. "What we sometimes did when my father was at the embassy in Washington was to have cubes of marble or granite which we'd freeze and put in whisky. Mostly in the summer."
"What about you Elsa?" Harry asked.
"We never needed to add ice to anything." she shrugged, and with effortless timing, caused Jane to cough up half a mouthful of Tennessee whisky by adding; "Perhaps I'll try it, if I can get a bottle of fermented shark's blood sent here."
Harry eyed her, and got a totally inscrutable look in return. He couldn't discern whether she had cracked a joke or not.
"So, Harry, how do you prefer yours?" Jane asked.
"Do you want the short answer or the long answer?" Harry shrugged. Well into his cups and his sense of restraint failing him, he continued without pause. "With a touch of ginger syrup, drunk off Hermione's cleavage... though I haven't done that since Halloween."
Hermione and Elizabeth's faces took red blushes, Elsa raised a perfect eyebrow from behind her hot chocolate - one that Harry suspected was at least 50% vodka, but Jane's reaction surprised him.
"Hah! I knew you two were up to something that night!" she crowed.
Harry shrugged, showing a total lack of remorse. Perhaps their dressing as Dracula and Mina Harker hadn't been subtle, but Hermione had played such a good Victorian gentlewoman.
Jane jumped up and went to the drinks table, quickly poured two full shot glasses of whisky, each with a spoonful of the spicy syrup and gave them a stir, then sashayed over to present them to Harry.
"Go on then." she urged him.
"What, now?" Harry found himself bewildered as she prodded him out of his chair towards Hermione.
"Yes, now. Unless that was empty boasting." Jane replied.
Hermione didn't exactly resist as Harry, having put the two glasses on the coffee table, pushed her flat on the chaise longue and even helped him unbutton her blouse. Jane and Elizabeth let out gasps, a mixture of being surprised and impressed by what was underneath.
For all that she professed to having no time for people who spent half their days preening in front of the mirror, this didn't seem to extend to Hermione's lingerie. When Harry parted her blouse, he revealed the top of a set of lacey suspenders, and a satin bra, which could only be described as a quarter-cup of black fabric with a thin amber gauze up to her nipples.
Harry wasted no time in kneeling between her legs, spreading her legs over his hips, and reaching for the first glass. Hermione shivered at the cold touch of the strong alcohol on her skin, but soon would have another reason to shiver, as Harry dipped his head into her cleavage, his tongue making broad swipes across her skin.
A long whine of pleasure built in Hermione's throat as Harry nipped at her breasts, having been quickly distracted by the mesmerising sight of his best friend arching her back to present her substantial chest for his attentions. Having lapped up most of the contents of the first glass, Harry drizzled the the second glass onto Hermione's chest.
This time, the efforts of his mouth were joined by his hands, cupping and rubbing her breasts, enjoying the taste of Her as much as that of the alcohol. Soon, Hermione was grinding herself into the groin of Harry's jeans, her skirt hiking up to show the top of her stockings, and for his growing bulge to rub against her core.
It didn't take long for the low whine to build in Hermione's throat to a full, shameless moan of pleasure, and as her legs wrapped firmly about his waist, Harry leaned in, his tongue tracing a path across her teats, up her chest, along one shoulder. Finally, he settled his lips on her neck and sucked strongly on the pulse point.
Hermione jerked under him, riding a wave of pleasure from her loins to her chest. The stimulation of the hands on her tits, the rough denim rubbing against her bare quim and Harry sucking on her throat drove her over the edge, cumming right there in, in the arms of her sole male housemate, in front of her three female housemates.
Slowly, she relaxed, almost going limp as Harry leaned back, brushing a stray lock of hair out of his lover's face before looking up. Elsa was, still, impossible to read, but he thought he could see a touch of pink on her cheeks.
Elizabeth was frozen in his gaze, one hand under the slit in her slim silk dress, baring one long, slender leg, the other hand cupping a breast. Harry gave her a grin and a wink. Then he turned to the instigator of all this and fixed Jane with a triumphant look.
"And that, sweetie, is the best way to drink whisky." he gloated.
"Mind if I give it a go?" Jane shot back flirtatiously, the astrophysicist by no means daunted.
"Not at all. I insist." Hermione cut in before Harry could respond, rising from the chaise longue. "Lie down luv." she instructed him, with a gentle push towards where she'd been lying.
Harry blinked briefly as he felt a flare of Hermione's magic, and suddenly there was nothing between his jeans and the erection. She just winked at him on the way to the table to grab the bottle of Jack Daniels that was Jane's preferred 'Scotch'.
Within moments of being settled on the chaise longue, Harry had his arms full of exceedingly attractive astrophysicist, who was straddling his lap. He managed to steady them with an arm around the small of her back and a handful of very firm ass. Jane didn't seem to mind, wriggling on his lap more than a little, arching her back and pushing her ass out against his hand.
She unbuttoned his shirt with deft movements, then slowly opened it further with every button, as if taking in every inch of the hard, lean flesh underneath. Then she smirked, and began unbuttoning her own shirt, a thick, sensible cotton affair.
"Wouldn't be fair if you were bare to the waist and I was wasn't giving you an inch of flesh." Jane commented.
Harry wasn't going to disagree with the gorgeous scientist. She stripped the shirt off in record time, throwing it into a corner, revealing underneath a single piece of black fabric which emerged from each side of her neck, crossed over each-other, contained a set of deliciously perky breasts and vanished behind her back. He was half a second from taking his chances and seeing how sensitive the stiff nipples under the fabric were when Hermione reappeared with the glasses refilled.
"Here you go." she announced, and Harry became the second person that evening to be used as a means of drinking, as Hermione poured one glass over his taut stomach and chest.
He groaned as Jane backed off, straddling his legs and leaned forward. The first touch of her tongue was torturously slow and gentle, hot and slick amidst the cold feeling of her Scotch on his skin. She took her time, tracing swirls and lines amidst the the pool of alcohol. Her lips followed suit, a line of kisses following the tensing muscles in his stomach and chest.
Soon, Jane had Harry's torso clean of the contents of the first glass, and so Hermione approached with the second.
"Harry, back up." she instructed, patting the arm of the chaise longue. "Lean against the back of this."
Mystified, Harry did so, noticing that at some point the fastener of his jeans had come undone along with the top centimetre of his zip, but before he could do anything about it, Hermione had emptied the second glass onto his chest.
Jane was upon him immediately, chasing the flow of Scotch down his front, but inevitably, she couldn't get all of it. Harry groaned at the coldness of the drink as it ran down under the parted front of his jeans. She carefully licked up every bit that she could find, then looked up.
"You missed some." Hermione informed her mercilessly, gesturing to Harry's open jeans. "Better get working."
"Really?" Jane was surprised at Hermione's instruction. At her housemate's nod, she turned back to Harry, giving him a steamy look as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and pulled them wide open. SMACK. "-fuck."
Her teasing treatment had Harry harder than he could remember being in his life. His cock towered over Jane's face, throbbing in time with his pulse. Her eyes were wide, both in awe of what she'd 'uncovered' and in shock at being cockslapped. A few long moments passed, then she decided.
"Fuck it. I hope you're ready Harry, 'cos I'm going to rock your world."
Harry matched Jane with his piercing green eyes as she swept up every last drop of Scotch from his shaven skin, then twisted her tongue around the base of his shaft, settling underneath. Then, with one, hot, slick motion, she drew her tongue up every inch of the underside of his cock, then with a second motion, opened her mouth wide and swallowed his cock whole.
Her lips engulfed his throbbing dick, the head glided across her tongue leaving a sticky trail of precum which she happily swirled around the invading length of meat. Jane would have smiled, but for the fact she was sucking on a mouthful of Harry's cock, his groans grew with every inch that she took into her hot, wet mouth.
Lavishing him with the worship he deserved, Jane took her blowjob to the next level, sucking his cock down until he hit the back of her mouth, then oh-so-slowly, reluctantly letting him slide out of her mouth, licking up the sloppy mess of saliva and precum that stained her lips. Then she began all over again, slurping down the thick, potent shaft, tasting every inch on her tongue and feeling every heartbeat pulsing the cock she was worshipping.
"Oh gods, fuck, you're a glorious cocksucker." Harry grunted, taking a gentle but firm grip on Jane's brown mane, pressing her deeper every time she took his cock into her mouth. "Fuck sweetie, take it all!"
Jane gagged lightly as Harry thrust his hips against the downward stroke of her mouth, his cock pushing into the top of her throat, gently fucking her mouth. His words went straight to her cunt, and she couldn't resist sliding a hand down into her jeans, rubbing at the soaked fabric over her folds.
Her blowjob grew increasingly sloppy, a thick sheen of spit glistening on Harry's cock as it slipped from between her lips. Each time she sucked down his cock, Jane felt Harry hold her down a little longer. His easy dominance over her drove her self-pleasure deeper until she was furiously fingering herself to the sensation of her mouth being used as a cocksleeve.
It couldn't last forever. Harry had been on edge since he'd been using Hermione as a means of drinking whisky, and now that one of his fantasies was being fulfilled with a filthy, depraved blowjob from one of his four beautiful housemates. Jane had been horny all evening, and was driving herself towards a much-needed climax. All it needed was the trigger.
Jane cupped Harry's churning balls in her hand, her fingers couching his flesh as she was thrust down his cock one last time. He grunted and held Jane down, his cock pulsing as spurted a thick load of cum into her gullet. The sensation of Harry feeding her his seed sent Jane over the edge, cumming around the slender digits she'd thrust into her quim. She desperately swallowed to keep up with the flow of salty jizz, shamelessly drinking down mouthfuls of sperm.
Finally she was able to draw back as Harry relaxed, her lips sealed tight around his shaft. Then, when she had released every inch of his cock, Jane met his eyes, tilted her head back, and, with a degree of exaggeration, swallowed slowly, the last of his cum sliding down her throat into her stomach. She gave Harry a filthy little smile, and a wet kiss on his cock before standing up.
"Thought I would back down?" Jane asked Hermione, her voice a little rough.
"Not really. I just wanted to see if you'd suck Harry's cock." Hermione answered. "And, to be honest, I wanted to see you sucking cock."
"Fuck..."
Jane turned to face Elizabeth, to find her staring at Harry, his crotch and his unflagging erection.
"Did I not mention, Harry's refraction period for the first couple of rounds is largely non-existent." Hermione announced smugly.
"That's not possible." Elizabeth continued staring.
"Are you sure about that?" Harry asked, getting to his feet.
"It shouldn't be possible." she corrected.
"Well, Miss Swann, since our resident scientist has had her turn, perhaps you'd like to test it." he teased as Elizabeth found herself backed up against the wall. She gave him a jerky nod, biting her lip in anticipation.
A moment later he'd slipped a hand under the slit in her dress, and then lifted it around her waist. Harry found his most 'proper' housemate was wearing a slim thong, neatly slip-knotted at the side. One pull on each side and it floated to the floor.
"Relax Elizabeth." he murmured in her ear.
She did relax, trusting him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Harry clasped her firm ass and lifted her up, pinning her against the wall.
"Hermione." his voice carried command. "I want you to slide my cock into Lizzie."
"You expect me to help you fuck her?" Hermione asked.
"Yes." Harry brooked no debate.
Moments later he felt a pair of slender hands lined up his cock, still glistening with Jane's saliva, with Elizabeth's pussy. Harry gently claimed her lips and smoothly took her, his cock filling her from her folds to her cervix. She buried her face in his neck, her pussy fantastically tight on his shaft as he slowly began fucking her against the wall.
Harry revelled in one of his favourite sensations, a beautiful young woman wholly wrapped around him, her tight pussy around his cock. Elizabeth was a 'proper' young woman, with little experience, trusting him absolutely with herself. He built a slow, steady pace, letting her feel every inch of him filling her cunt, her walls grasping his manhood like a vice.
Elizabeth mewled and whimpered into his shoulder, never once shying away from the deep fucking he was giving her. Harry could feel her slender body shake as she edged closer to her own orgasm every time he impaled her quim. Unconsciously, every time he filled her to the hilt, her pussy grasped his cock, every vein and every ridge rubbing her walls as he forced her to yield his shaft, only to drive every inch back in.
She felt full in a way she had never done before, her mind and heart, not to mention her pussy, being driven wild the sensation of a strong, fertile man giving her a deep ploughing, the smoothness of her silk dress and the lean, well-muscled body pressing up against her. Even the scent of Harry was driving her wild.
"Lizzie, I'm not going to last much longer." Harry managed to get out from between gritted teeth.
She pulled her face out from the base of his neck, and did nothing more than lock his gaze onto her and deliberately clench her thighs and legs around him. Harry couldn't hold on, he pounded into her clenched cunt, unable to keep the steady pace he had built.
"Gods, 'Lizabeth!" he groaned, dipping his head a little to kiss her, swallowing the scream of her climax and burying his cock in her pussy, her walls tightening spasmodically around him.
With a groan, muffled by his lover's mouth, Harry filled her cunt and her womb with long spurts of cum. Elizabeth could feel every crest of his orgasm, from the clenching muscles in his torso to the hot seed spilling into her. She could tell that as her lover's climax drew to an end, her pussy was thoroughly drenched from her folds to her womb in his cum, and it produced in her nothing but the deepest satisfaction.
Slowly pulling back from the sloppy make-out they had been having, she gave him a chaste kiss, brief, but deeper and more intimate than a mere peck on the lips.
"Thank you." Elizabeth whispered.
Harry gave her a smile, not wicked, not roguish, but open and genuine as he slowly set her down on a sofa, reluctantly pulling out of the soaked heat of her pussy. The 'caveman' side of his psyche cheered as her fold immediately began leaking his seed.
"I hope I was up to your standards." she joked weakly.
"More than, Lizzie, more than." Harry replied.
"Good. I'd love to give you another round, but that was my first time and you've quite worn me out." she sighed, then gave a slight grin at his surprise. "Yep, had a few toys but you had my first time. Now one of us has yet to have your attentions. Go get her stud."
Harry yelped as she managed a weak smack at his thigh, pushing him to face the window. He chuckled lightly to himself, Elizabeth may have been a 'proper' young woman, but she had a playful side he honestly loved.
Shrugging on a bathrobe that Hermione had appeared with, Harry loosely belted it before turning to Elsa. His favourite nordic blonde hadn't moved an inch, seemingly, but looked rather less unruffled than she had done before their private party had got entirely out of hand. Her appearance hadn't changed, but her perfect poise and reserve seemed a little hollow on closer inspection.
"Elsa?" Harry asked.
She hesitated a moment.
"You want me?" she asked.
"You're one of precisely four people I genuinely call my friend, you're truly gorgeous." Harry replied. "I'd love to have you."
"And... you won't judge me?" Elsa continued to hesitate.
Harry snorted.
"Luv, of all of us, I'm the one who should be judged. I've just been in flagrante with three different women in the same room, and would happily do so again with no regrets." he replied.
"I just had sex for the first time, out of wedlock with three other women in the room." Elizabeth added.
"You all saw me committing at least one or two mortal sins with Harry's tasty cock in my mouth." offered Jane, unapologetic.
"I kicked off this whole thing." Hermione volunteered. "Go on Elsa, treat yourself."
One long moment passed, then she slid off the windowsill, and crossed the room, taking Harry's offered hand. Even then she seemed slightly stiff and reluctant. He decided something needed to be said.
"Elsa, there's no peer pressure here. If you don't want to participate, I'll not have anything forced on you." he assured her.
"No!" she burst out, then quieted again. "No, I want this. It's just..."
"Luv, tell us, is there something you want to try? Something you're afraid of? A specific fantasy you want to try?" Harry tried to find an answer from her.
"Yes. Not too much. Maybe later." she gave a series of non answers, then hesitated and dropped to a rapid mumble. "CnIksu."
"What was that?"
"I said can I kiss you!" Elsa finally yelled out, then went bright red and looked down as if ashamed. "I've never had a kiss."
Harry cupped her cheek with the gentlest touch, lifting her eyes to meet his, and wrapped an arm around the small of her back. He realised for the first time, that for all the regal strength that she exuded, Elsa was slender as a birch, and slight enough that he could happily rest his chin on the crown of her head. He simply kept her there until she relaxed, then drew back a little, tilting her head up and dipping his own.
Her lips were sweet and soft, a slight reminder of the reason the house had 'chocolate rations', to keep their resident chocolate addict in check. Harry's lips, even as they were pressed against hers, curved into a gentle smile. He deepened the kiss, tongue swiping her lips then seeking entrance to her mouth. The taste of her absurdly alcoholic hot chocolate still lingered, but it was what his body felt that satisfied Harry the most. Elsa melted into the kiss, the warm, gentle embrace allowing the tension to seep out of her body, her arms coming up to wrap around Harry.
When they finally parted for air, they just stayed, holding each-other close.
"Anything you want luv, anything." Harry reminded her.
"You'll probably think I'm a freak or something, but I wanted you to take my ass." Elsa whispered, low enough that only Harry could hear.
"You're not a freak luv." Harry reassured her. "I happen to know at least one other girl likes anal sex... are you sure though, it's not usually for the inexperienced."
"Yes, I have practiced... please, take my ass, you can do me however you want." Elsa murmured, then with a tiny grin, added; "Go wild. I trust you."
She then stepped back, slowly stripping off her shirt to reveal an expanse of perfect, porcelain skin.
"No bra sweetie?" Harry teased.
"S'too warm this far south." she shrugged, doing fantastic things to the perky breasts that she had revealed. "Besides, not a lot for a bra to hold."
"You are gorgeous Elsa." Harry ate up the sight of her, making a mental note to find the reason that she was so hesitant and insecure, and to then smash it.
"Would you like to unzip me." Elsa requested.
Harry was mystified, but nonetheless he pulled her zipper down... and down... and down, with no end. He reached around her leg, pulled the zipper across, then up and up, and up. Elsa bent over the windowsill, revealing her jeans had, concealed in a seam, a zip that went all the way from below her navel to the top of her ass.
She the then spread her legs wide, and Harry was once more lost for words as her jeans parted, unable to contain the tight ass within, and a fluffy white tail, a full foot long, sprang out. She gave him a look over her shoulder, a combination of pride and hope.
"You look stunning, my Little Arctic Fox. Remind me to get you a set of ears." Harry's voice was rough with desire. "How long have you been wearing it?"
"Today? Since I got dressed this morning." Elsa replied, arching her back as Harry ran his hand up and down her spine. "I've been wearing it or one of my other toys every day since Jane slipped one in my purse as a practical joke in September."
"That must be tortuous." Harry commented, his hands passing over her smooth ass cheeks, playing with the furry tail, noting how, when restrained by her jeans, the tail would have been curled up, and the underside would have rubbed against her pussy.
"It is sir." she gasped.
Harry raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Well, we'll need to make sure you're wearing it every morning, so you aren't temped to skip on wearing your plug and tail, won't we?"
"Yes sir." Elsa whimpered.
"First though, I'm going to fuck your tight ass, Little Fox, then I'm going to fill it with my cum, and once you've thanked me for my seed, I'll plug you back up so you can keep your ass full of cum until I next fill it up." Harry wanted to see what her reaction to his litany of filthy acts would be.
"Fuck my little ass, please sir." she gasped.
Harry gently eased the tail plug out of Elsa's ass, admiring her little sphincter stretching around the width of the plug, which was not some tiny metal thing, but a black sillicone affair, and quite substantial. From the base where it met the tail to the rounded tip, it was the full length of his hand from wrist to fingertip, and flared at its widest to an inch-and-a-half, tapering to the width of a champagne cork where it was seated in her sphincter.
Setting it aside, he shrugged the bathrobe off, and set his cockhead, slicker than ever with a mixture of cum, saliva and pussy juices, to Elsa's puckered star. She whimpered at the contact, then her breath caught as Harry penetrated her asshole, forcing himself into her tight little tailpipe. His cock stretched her anal ring wide around his shaft, the immense heat and tightness urging him to fuck the little slut who had offered up her bum for Harry to slake his lusts on.
Elsa vocalised nothing more than whimpers and squeaks as Harry assfucked her, his punishing thrusts filling her anus and penetrating her rectum. She didn't resist, which was fortunate as he didn't think he could have stopped himself from ruining her tightest hole with his cock.
Without warning, Harry pulled her off the arm of the sofa and slipped his hands under her thighs. A moment later, Elsa found her asshole skewered to the hilt on his cock as all her weight rested on it. Then Harry's arms under her knees had lifted her legs up until her feet were above her head. He clasped his hands behind her neck, tangling them in her hair.
Her bum, if it was tight before, now she was like a slick vice. Harry turned her to face the rest of the room, carryfucking her, his hips driving his cock into her impaled little asshole. The little blonde was proving to be a surprise, she was undoubtedly a complete anal slut, and was gloriously fuckable, as she was proving by cumming her mind away, two rounds giving Harry the stamina to push through her shattering analgasm.
"Look at them, Little Fox." Harry instructed, pulling her head up by her hair. "You were worried about being judged. They're judging you and wondering what it would be like to be you, giving up all control and begging for their tight little asses to be destroyed."
That was entirely true. Elizabeth was watching, completely stunned by the debauchery. Hermione had stolen Elsa's foxtail buttplug and was trying to slide it into her ass, and Jane... well Jane was seeing just how many fingers she could slide up her own little asshole.
Apparently that sight and the relentless ass-stretching anal fuck from Harry that was enough for Elsa to go over the edge into a full, clenching, twitching, screaming analgasm. Riding the waves of her climax, Harry drilled her ass until he could take no more, his cock spewing a torrent of viscous cum into her ass, using her as a cumdump. Those watching swore later that, as Harry thrust forward and pulled Elsa down, impaling her as deep as was physically possible and unloaded an ocean of hot jizz, that the little blonde's stomach bulged.
Harry slipped into No.12 Grimmauld Place a few days into the New Year and, was glad to note that the door to the drawing room was ajar, with four hairbands hanging on the doorhandle (Hermione's old red-and-gold Gryffindor one, the green-and-yellow one Elizabeth had picked up in the Caribbean years before, Elsa's blue one and the bright rainbow one that Jane had got at a Gay Pride event used as a deterrent against what she described as 'twerps trying to date her doctoral thesis').
A little bit of post-orgy house etiquette was any room in use would have the occupants' token, hairbands for the girls and an old watchstrap for Harry on the doorhandle, and closed meant 'strictly no interrupting unless important on pain of no nookie'.
In this case, he was free to enter, finding all four curled in the furniture around the fireplace. Before any of the other girls could greet him as he emerged into the circle of furniture and sat down, Elsa was there, knelt at his side. Whatever she'd been doing it hadn't involved a great deal with her hands as they were firmly bound in front of her with a smooth, white velvet rope.
The other bit of house etiquette applied specifically to her. Once the front door was bolted, Elsa's taut ass was to be bare, and her foxtail buttplug. More miniskirts and crotch-opening jeans were put in her wardrobe for that purpose.
"I got you a gift, my Little Arctic Fox." Harry announced, lifting Elsa's chin with a single finger. In fact he'd bought something for all four girls, but the ones for his little blonde were for wear around he house.
A set of cute white fox ears on a slender headband went on first, the headband sliding under her silver blonde hair and vanishing from sight. Then he produced from the bag something he'd commissioned from a custom leatherworker.
Elsa's eyes widened as Harry presented her with a slender collar of dark burgundy leather, lined with velvet, with little rings front and back.
"Will you help me put it on sir?" she asked, turning around and arching her back so her neck was between Harry's thighs. He was amused to see that her foxtail was wagging in anticipation of being properly collared.
"Of course I will sweetie." Harry chuckled, helping her wrap it around her slender throat before buckling it carefully at the back.
He hooked a finger through the ring at the back, contemplating showing her the leash. Eventually he decided to leave it until later.
Jane met his gaze from her heap of papers, grinned and shook her head. She appreciated what Harry meant to Elsa, but it wasn't for her. She just wanted the unhinged, filthy sex that was the result of the two of them being in one room together.
Elizabeth met his eyes and gave him a little wink. She'd have her fun later, a deal of warm, caring lovemaking, occasionally with rougher interludes.
Hermione was staring at Elsa's new finery, a hungry, envious look on her face. Harry considered the likelihood of another shopping trip to get a cat's tail, ears and another collar, and decided that life was looking up for Harry Potter this New Year.