A.N. Thanks for all the favourites and Follows. Now, only if the number of reviewers increases. Lol. I am greedy, I know, I know. Hope you enjoy this one.
3. The Girlfriend and the Friend
Harry walked into the kitchen to see that his whole family was already there, eating breakfast.
"Good morning, everyone." Harry greeted cheerily before taking his seat between Dorea and Lily at the breakfast table. House elves quickly started piling up food on his plates before he even had to ask.
"What made you so happy in the morning, Harry? Your face looks like someone permanently drew a grin on it." James asked amusedly, seeing his more than chipper son.
"Mum gave me the best present last night whose effects still haven't diminished." Harry replied leaning on his side to press a kiss on her cheek. Lily and Harry shared a secretive smile.
"What was the present?" James asked curiously, a fire of competitiveness burning in his chest. Next time he would definitely beat Lily's gift.
"It's a secret." Both Harry and Lily simultaneously answered. James groaned and slumped his head on the table. Now how was he to beat an unknown gift?
"Hurry up, James. We have to finish breakfast soon if we want to attend the Wizengamot meeting." Charlus chidded gently. James gave him a nod before looking straight at Harry.
"Next time, I will give a better present than Lily. I can't fall back in the race after all." James vowed seriously. Lily just rolled her eyes and smirked at her son who clearly didn't believe his father's words.
'I don't think so, dad. Nothing and I mean nothing can beat having sex with the sexiest woman in the world.' Harry mused as he slowly ate his food.
"What is this meeting for, Charlus?" Dorea queried.
"The Quidditch World Cup and the revival of an old competition. Don't have many details about them before you ask." Charlus said quickly, appearing quite impatient. They must be already late. Harry's attention was instantly on him at the mention of the world cup.
"We still plan on going to the finals, right?" Harry looked expectantly at his family. James nodded excitedly.
"Of course. Let's hope the Irish team wins it."
"Great!"
"James! Hurry up." Charlus interrupted them before they could start their quidditch debate.
"Yes, dad. I am almost done."
Few minutes later, James and Charlus hurried to the living room from where they would floo to the ministry. Dorea gave him a kiss and whispered in his ear.
"Come to my room after you are done with your food. We need to discuss that incident." She ordered and went away after placing another kiss on his cheek.
Only Harry and Lily were left. Harry finished his breakfast while Lily patiently sat beside him.
"Mum, I will go to the Longbottom Manor sometime in the afternoon. Neville and I will do our homework together." Harry informed her, sliding back his chair and standing up.
"Sure, Harry. I am also busy in the afternoon. I am working on a new charm." She smiled, standing beside him, running her fingers through his ebony hair.
"Oh? Then will you let me see it first when you are done with it?" he asked excitedly, grabbing her by the waist and giving her his best puppy eyes. Lily giggled and encompassed him in a tight embrace.
"Of course, if that's what you want, darling. Now, shoo so I can get to my work." She said lovingly to him as they parted.
"Fine. But give me a proper kiss first." Harry demanded, groping her shapely rear. Lily smirked and cupped his face.
"Gladly." she mumbled and joined her mouth with his in a lewd wet kiss.
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"Take a seat, Harry." Dorea said, pointing to the place beside her. She was sitting on a sofa in her enormous bedroom. Apparently it was time to discuss yesterday when Harry had used her arse for humping in the changing room. Though she didn't look very angry about it. Her blue eyes still shone with care. She was wearing a simple yellow dress which hugged her waist and then flared out into a skirt. Harry was particularly interested in how the dress had a decent neckline, showing enough of her cleavage without coming out as indecent. And her blonde hair as always was straight as it fell behind her shoulders. She gave him a soft smile.
"So, what is it, Dora?" He asked, plopping down beside her. Dorea turned a little on the sofa so she could face him.
"We need to talk about yesterday. What you did to me wasn't right or appropriate. We need to establish a line between decency and indecency since your father seemed to have forgotten to teach you that." Dorea explained sternly. Harry just rolled his eyes.
"Fine, I am sorry if I hurt your feelings. But you are just too good looking for your own good. I couldn't keep it in my pants. Is that good enough?" Harry asked with a playful smile. Dorea blushed and lightly smacked his head.
"This is a serious conversation, Harry. Don't joke." She admonished him.
"But did I really do something wrong?" Harry suddenly asked thoughtfully, his stare fixing on her.
"Of course you did." Dorea replied quickly. "You can't really justify molesting me in the changing room."
"Okay, hear me out. You know I am at that age where I get very attracted to the opposite sex. Right?" Harry asked slowly.
"Right. But that doesn't give you a free pass for your mistakes." Dorea added, frowning at him.
"Yes, yes. But what are you to me? What is your relationship with me?" Harry questioned her, scooting closer until their hips and sides were touching. He took her hands in his and rested it in his lap.
"What are you getting at, Harry? I am your grandmother, so what? That still doesn't give you an option to touch me. Me, being your grandmother has only stopped me from beating you into a pulp. If you were someone else, you wouldn't have your junk between your legs. But since you are my lovely Harry, I am here trying to teach you about moral decency instead of cursing you to oblivion." Dorea told him with a little heat, not taking back her hands and letting him hold them in his. Harry chuckled and squeezed her soft palms before bringing her knuckles to his mouth, kissing each one. Dorea looked confused, not knowing why he was kissing her hands.
"That is a light punishment, Dora. If someone other than grandpa had touched you, I would have just killed him." Harry smiled cruelly. Dorea raised her single eyebrow.
"It seems you will follow your grandfather's way of living then. Ruthless and merciless."
"Of course. Grandfather is so cool. It's obvious that I will want to imitate some of his personality." Harry shrugged abashedly, intertwining his fingers with hers. Dorea smiled as he squeezed her hands with his while their fingers were neatly arranged together.
"And why shouldn't you face his ruthlessness for harassing his wife? What sets you apart from the others other than you being our grandson?" Dorea asked curiously as he pulled her hands so she was leaning to the side. She just smiled as he kissed her cheek. She wanted to know why he was so sure and carefree, why he was not scared of possible punishments.
"Ah! Finally to the main point. Tell me, Dora. Other than being my grandmother, aren't you my girlfriend too? We have been dating for more than 8 years, aren't we? Isn't it a girlfriend's job to keep me satisfied sexually?" he smiled smugly. Dorea snorted a short laugh.
"Harry, that was just me trying to cheer you up 8 years ago. We aren't really a couple. You are old enough to understand that now."
"Oh! So you were just playing with my feelings, even though you didn't reciprocate it, you still let me enjoy the delusion of being loved by you." Harry said in faux sadness, only his smirk let her know that he wasn't really sad.
"Don't be melodramatic. Of course, I love you. More than anyone and anything. But not in this way." Dorea said softly, pulling her hands away from him, leaning forward and cupping his face.
"But that's not fair, is it? Unlike you, I love you in every way, including sexually. What about my feelings? Don't they matter?" Harry asked, this time seriously, putting his hands on her waist, moving closer to her.
"Harry, don't make it difficult. I am more than 60 years old while you are only 14. What do you expect from me? To get into a relationship with you and betray your grandfather?" she scoffed. Harry's hands climbed a little and clutched her sides, right below her breasts.
"Didn't you just say that you love me more than anyone and anything? Doesn't that mean you would leave grandpa for me? Or were you lying?"
"Of course I wasn't." she snapped, getting flustered by his reasoning. How was she supposed to win this argument?
"Worry not though. I won't come between you and grandpa. But I do want you to perform your girlfriend-ly duties. It will be our little secret. I won't tell anyone. In front of other people, our being a couple will be just an inside joke but when we will be alone, we will be a real couple. Do you agree?" Harry asked frankly, suddenly grabbing her soft breasts in his grasp, fondling them. Dorea's eyes widened as she put her hands on his chest, ready to shove him away. He just pressed closer to her.
"Harry! What are you doing? You can't ask me that? We are family. We shouldn't do this." she complained half-heartedly, ignoring the way his hands moved over her chest, ignoring the way he kissed her neck, ignoring the way he took a long sniff of her lemony scented blonde hair. Harry glared at her and gave a hard squeeze to her boobs. She stifled a moan.
"There are no other options. You either love me enough to compromise and become my real girlfriend. Or you don't love me and don't care for my feelings at all, spurning away my confession. Choose, Dora. Choose. Your choice will decide whether our lovely relationship will continue or it will become sour." Harry replied solemnly. Dorea felt the walls closing around her. There wasn't a right choice here. She could either enter in a sexual relationship with her grandson to continue their happy relationship or he would take offence to her rejection. There was no right choice here but there was definitely an easier choice.
"Fine. Do as you wish. I don't want to lose you. And if by sacrificing my body to you will keep you with me then I don't care." Dorea whispered with a blush, trying to act like she wasn't enjoying his actions. Harry grabbed her face and shot her a proud smile which made her all warm inside.
"Thank you, Dora. I love you and am gratified by the confirmation of your love." Harry said slyly, moving his head closer to hers while his hands dropped to her chest again, squeezing her breasts.
"I love you too, Harry." she was able to say that before their lips met in a hot kiss. She blushed like a maiden as Harry attacked her mouth, sucking on her lips and sliding his tongue in. She pulled him by his shirt, keeping him pressed against her. She was sure he could feel her loud heartbeats on his hands as they fondled her boobs. When they broke the kiss, his eyes gleamed with triumph as if he had won some secret bet.
"Lose the clothes, Dora. I will shut the door." he ordered her. She nodded immediately, feeling strangely excited by his commanding voice.
She pulled down the straps of her yellow summer dress and took it off, now sitting just in her dark blue underclothes. When Harry came back, he stopped short, admiring her body. She felt smug at being leered by a young boy like him. He was so beautiful, so perfect yet he wanted her.
"Stand up and come to me." He instructed confidently. She instantly was on her legs and came to the centre of the room where he stood.
"Stand still. And from now on whenever I order you, you will reply with 'yes, master'. Do you understand?" Harry smirked, standing very close to her without touching her.
"Yes, master." Dorea mumbled shyly, feeling hot, the blush had creeped all the way down to her collarbone.
"Good." Harry grinned and ran his fingers through her straight blonde hair. He grabbed a lock of her silky hair and brought it to his nose.
"Your hair always smells so nice." He murmured, breathing in the citrusy fragrance. Dorea hid a pleased grin. It wasn't the first time that Harry had complimented her on her hair or its smell. But it was definitely satisfying to hear it again and again.
He slowly moved away while leering at her figure. Big soft DD breasts with a very little sag, hourglass figure with wide thick hips. Arse large and round. He stopped behind her and undid her bra, letting it fall on the floor. He reached around and sank his fingers in her soft pillowy tits, rolling her big nipples between his fingers. She squirmed in her place and intentionally pushed back, pressing her arse on his clothed crotch, wanting to feel his body. There was a spark in her belly which was waiting to become a firestorm.
Instead of enjoying her fat arse grinding on him, Harry slapped her on the butt. She eeped and jumped a little in surprise rather than in pain.
"Didn't you hear my order to stand still? I guess I need to punish you for the disregard of the order, to make you understand how this works. Go stand in front of the bed. Then put your hands on it and bend down." Harry snapped at her, giving one more harsh slap on her arse. Dorea stiffened at the sting, not at all happy with how things abruptly changed.
"Yes, master." Dorea nodded and did as asked. She turned away from him, bending down and putting her hands on the bed. Harry moved towards her and grabbed her waist. He pushed down her back a little lower and widened the gap between her legs.
"Yes, stick out your arse a little more. Good, just like that. Now, since it was your first mistake, I will be lenient and will only give you five spanks. Your job is to apologise to me after every hit. If you do it throughout the five spanks, I will reward you but if you don't, I will punish you. Do you understand?"
"Yes master." Dorea mumbled, feeling ashamed at the thought of getting spanked by her own grandson.
"1." Harry began, raising his hand and bringing down his palm hard on her plump rear.
Smack!
"I am sorry, master!" Dorea groaned.
"2."
Smack!
"I am sorry, master!" she cried, feeling the pain flaring on her skin.
"3."
Smack!
"I am sorry, master!" she yelled, stifling the urge to jump.
"4."
Smack!
"I am sorry, master!" She screamed, not enjoying the punishment. It wasn't really for her. She wasn't a masochist. She there and then decided to follow his future orders properly and keep away from punishments as much as she could.
"5."
Smack!
"I am sorry, master!" she mumbled with teary eyes. There was a silence as Harry gently caressed her crimson arse cheek.
"I hope you won't give me more reason to punish you, dear Dora. I don't like doing this to you but I will if just to teach you how things will be. Stay in this position now. It's time for the reward." Harry said, touching her tender arse where his handprint was imprinted.
"Yes, master." Dorea answered. She heard him taking off his clothes and couldn't help the wetness from growing in her core. Her mind instantly shifted from the slight pain to the awaiting enjoyment. She was sure there was a damp spot on her knickers by now. It had been years since her husband had touched her. She couldn't really fault him. They both were old and sex didn't excite them anymore as it used to do even though they still had nice bodies. But Dorea was realising that maybe her sexual appetite wasn't gone and was just sleeping. Maybe it only needed a little pushing and prodding to awaken it. Maybe Harry was the one who will rouse her slumbering sexual needs. And getting fucked by someone as beautiful as Harry was going be mind blowing. It definitely would make her feel young again.
Harry smiled down at his grandmother's fleshy round arse as he stood naked behind her. He grabbed her dark blue knickers and pulled them down to her ankles. Without a prompt, she lifted her leg one by one to allow him to remove the garment from her body. Harry did so and stood up, dragging his one hand on her inner thigh. She trembled like a leaf through a storm. Harry couldn't help but laugh briefly.
He held her waist and rubbed his erection on her wet entrance. Dorea shivered at the feel of a man's organ on her naked womanhood after so many years. He put his hands on her bouncy arse and pulled her cheeks to open up her pussy lips. Dorea whimpered wantonly.
"Wow, what an attractive arse you have, Dora. I don't know how you expected me to remain away from it. I was destined to have this arse. Your arse is mine." Harry chuckled, groping her butt and grinding his pecker on her nether lips without entering it. Her lips were so hot and wet. Harry gyrated his cock on her entrance for a while, just enjoying the sizzling silkiness of her vulva. Few seconds later, his boner entered inside her easily. Both of them moaned loudly. She was tighter than he expected. A lot tighter.
"Don't tell me grandpa doesn't worship this piece of art regularly. That's so stupid. If I had you as my wife I would fuck you regularly day and night. Well, it's fine I guess. I will have you all for me. Grandpa's loss and my gain. I won't be complaining." Harry laughed as he started moving while holding her arse cheeks.
Dorea chuckled with him. She would have answered him if she was sure he wouldn't punish her. That he too would one day get over the attraction of a female body. But since she didn't know how he would take to interruptions, she kept her silence. Her fingers curled on the bed sheets as her grandson took her from behind. Her cheeks were red with blush while her body was happily remembering how amazing it felt to be joined by a male. She groaned his name as he kept ramming on her arse, burying in and out of her pussy.
Harry was mesmerised by how her bountiful arse rippled every time his hips slammed onto her rear. So, his eyes couldn't focus anywhere but on her arse as he thrusted into her. His hands too roamed over her hips and round cheeks, feeling her up. When the urge to cop her breasts came, he leaned down, pressing his chest and face on her warm back. His hands clung to her big swaying tits, holding each in his grasp and squeezing them hungrily.
"Aah!" Dorea gasped as his fingers roughly mauled her boobs, thumbing her big nipples. She convulsed in pleasure and her inner walls contracted around his girth as giddiness washed all over her, as she cummed.
"HARRY!"
"You can lie down on the bed if you want." Harry offered her, seeing how she was wobbling. She sighed gratefully and climbed up the bed before slumping face down. He followed behind her closely, not letting his penis slip out. As she lay prone on her stomach, he laid on top of her, his thighs on either side of her hips, his chest flushed on her back, his face lost in the lemony scented hair of hers.
He resumed rutting into her.
His hands creeped between the bed and her body, grabbing onto her large breasts. The bed creaked as he thrusted his pelvis into her cunt while squeezing her tits. Dorea moaned on the pillow as her grandson used her tired body for his pleasure. Half a minute later, he finished inside her with a grunt, soiling her secret chambers with his seeds. He panted as he toppled aside and laid on his back.
Dorea decided against the urge to lecture her grandson on asking her consent to cum inside her. She would need to take a potion soon on and off chance that she might still be fertile. It would be very confusing if she had to give birth to her grandson's child. She would be a great grandmother and mother of that child. She immediately stopped that line of thought, already feeling a headache from such a family tree.
"Come here, snuggle with me Dora." He said in between his wheezing breaths. Dorea sluggishly turned on her side and cuddled with his hot body. She smiled blissfully as she wrapped around Harry's beautiful and warm body. His skin felt so soft on hers. Harry too decided to lie on his side so they were face to face. She rolled her eyes at his smug grin but giggled when he began kissing her neck. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her on the mouth. Dorea confessed to herself that she loved his kisses and definitely enjoyed the sex. She too put her hand around him as their bodies tangled.
They just snogged and cuddled for a while.
"It's time for me to go, Dora. But worry not, I will visit you again though you are not allowed to do the same. We will have sex only when I want. You don't have a say in it. Or else be ready for punishment." Harry grinned playfully and placed a quick peck on her lips and had a quick grope of her breast before climbing down the bed. He then began putting on his clothes.
"As you wish, Master." Dorea blushed, enjoying addressing him in that way. She didn't know why but addressing her baby prince as 'master' made her feel all hot and aroused.
"Good girl. Goodbye for now." Harry smirked devilishly and left the room.
Dorea Potter
Love: 100
Lust: 85
Hate: 0
Kink: Submission
She remained naked on the bed as his sperms slowly dripped out from her pussy, just enjoying lazing around after the mind-blowing sex. Still, she was a conservative woman and lying naked felt uncomfortable to her. She slid down the bed and tried to find where her underwear was. It took her two minutes to realise that Harry had stolen her bra and knickers.
Her lips twitched in amusement as she opened the wardrobe and chose a new pair since it seemed her prince had an underwear collecting fetish.
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"Aunty!" Harry cheered as he floo-ed to the Longbottom Manor and stepped out from the fireplace.
Alice Longbottom and Neville were waiting for him in the hall. Alice had worn a pink tank top and black cotton shorts. The clothes perfectly accentuated her slim and tight body. The curves of her bust, while not very large like his mother or grandmother, were still large enough to be enticing. But her best feature was her arse. The big round cheeks of her behind looked very delicious on her sexy lithe body.
Apparently Frank Longbottom very much liked the casual muggle clothes on his wife's body. Alice too agreed but for a whole different reason. She liked the comfort of these clothes more than the stuffy robes she had worn her whole life. So, even though she was a pureblood, she had taken up to wearing tank tops and t-shirts and shorts in the privacy of her home.
Harry crossed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. Alice chuckled as she embraced him back, not finding it odd that his face was pressed too tight on her perky chest. But one can't really fault Alice for her ignorance since she had been used to his hugs since the beginning.
"You didn't need to wait for me here, aunty. I am here just for homework." Harry said, stepping back.
"Don't get so full of yourself, Harry. I was just passing by the hall when I saw Neville standing here. I just thought I would see my godson. Now go and do your homework so you will have the rest of the month to have fun." Alice smiled, ruffling his hair.
"We will be in my room, mum." Neville told her and led Harry away.
"Good, don't get distracted. I will send some elves to bring you some refreshments." Alice nodded to the retreating figure of her son and godson.
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"I envy you so much, Harry." Neville bemoaned as they both settled on the two chairs around his study desk.
"Why?" Harry asked, smirking, already knowing the reason. Neville, who sat opposite him, gave him a stinky eye.
"I hate how you can get away with giving those inappropriate hugs to everyone." Neville said tartly.
"Who's stopping you from doing the same?" Harry shrugged.
"My image is hindering me. I am still a shy boy in everyone's eyes. And I will be honest, I was that boy until a year ago. But now I am not. When I hugged my mum, few months ago, she gave me an odd look and asked if something was wrong. She thought that I was in some problem and couldn't digest that I just hugged her for no reason. They still think I am a blubbering fool who is scared of the other gender and doesn't like hugs. I mean are they mad! Why won't I like burying my face in their titties! I can't even hug my mum to feel her firm boobs without raising suspicion. Life is really not fair." Neville monologued passionately. Harry laughed, finding Neville's words hilarious.
"Calm down, mate. The world is not ending. You still have time to enjoy some titties. Though I am surprised that you are willing to go for your own mother." Harry told him with a mirthful smile.
"Why not? She is a very beautiful woman and the easiest to use. But man! I won't mind grabbing your mum's huge knockers. They are just so big and perky. I know it would be heavenly to feel them in my hands." Neville chuckled but stopped when Harry didn't join in and glared at him.
"I will stop you right there, Nev. My mum and my grandma, also Hermione, are off limits. Don't try to mess with them or I will mess you." Harry said in a clipped tone. Neville's smile froze and he nodded quickly, not wanting to annoy him.
"Fine! But at least help me to fuck my mum. You can have your share too. I am not possessive or prude like you. I just want to 'tap dat ass' if you know what I mean." Neville announced shamelessly. Harry just rolled his eyes at his best friend. That guy was a pervert but he didn't voice it since he too wasn't any better.
"Okay. I will help. But I get to have her first." Harry set out his terms.
"Deal!" Neville clapped his hands excitedly, not minding the least that Harry would bang her first.
"Hmm. Just curious, Nev. Answer my question. How far are you willing to go to fuck your mum?" Harry asked him thoughtfully.
"I don't understand your question." Neville said dubiously.
"I mean how far are you willing to fall? What will you feel when ten people slip into your house and hold you and your mother hostage and then start raping your mother? Will you accept their offer to join in? Will you move between your mother's legs who is crying and screaming while the other men restrains her limbs? Will you fuck her used and bruised body just to get your fill of pleasure or will you be revolted? Are you willing to forsake her love for your lust?" Harry drew out the scenario for his friend.
Neville's face turned red and he gulped his saliva. Harry was surprised to see it wasn't from anger.
"Merlin! Nev. Don't tell me you got aroused from the scenario. Bloody hell!" Harry snorted. Neville scratched his neck bashfully.
"Don't misunderstand, Harry. While the fantasy did make me horny, I am pretty sure I wouldn't enjoy being in that situation. Fantasy and Reality are two different things. In fantasy, I would bend her over and rape her bloody but in reality it would make me feel all queasy and guilty. And no to your question. I don't want to lose her love. While I don't care who she fucks with, I do love her and won't like seeing her get hurt or merlin forbid, raped." Neville replied honestly. Harry hummed and nodded.
"Good. Then let's make a plan. Before I return to Potter Manor, I will at least kiss her and have a quick grope of her amazing arse. Since I am such a good friend and she is your mother, I will give you a way to do the same."
Neville's eyes widened and the reverent look in his eyes boosted Harry's ego.
"If I get to kiss my mum's soft pouty lips and squeeze her delectable bum, I will be forever in your debt, master." Neville whispered with stars in his eyes.
Harry couldn't help but laugh.
'Horny virgins! Was I like that before yesterday? No, I, the Harry Potter sure wasn't this pathetic. I don't believe it.'
A.N. Okay, let's get this out of the way early in the story, I am very interested to write a threesome between Harry, Neville and Alice. I mean come on, the thought of two brothers together banging their mom is very hot. Yes, yes, I know I need to cut down the consumption of those hentai doujins. But you know what I mean. While he won't ever share his women with others(like Lily, Hermione, etc), Harry wouldn't mind letting his best friend have fun with his mother. Harry's mind works differently here. There is two categories in his mind. One, his own women. Two, other's women who he is just want to bang and nothing more. If he sees the girls/women as his own, he won't share them but if in his view they are not his, he wouldn't care who they fuck with, they are just momentary distractions anyway. As the title says 'NTR'ing and Claiming virgins'. So, he won't be going on claiming all the Milfs, he will only claim the virgins as his if he wants.
Alice Longbottom is a special case. She isn't a momentary distraction but she neither is his, she can be but is not right now. While it won't be hard for him to claim her as his, he thinks Neville has a better claim on her since she is his mother. You know where this is going? the pact between friends, from one mother fucker to other mother fucker. Yeah, I hope you understand where I am coming from. Don't misunderstand me, I am not saying there will be orgies with various men joining in the fun because I too don't like that shit. There will only be one trio throughout the story, Neville/Harry/Alice. I really want to write that scene BUT I will drop that threesome storyline if majority of you don't want to see that. So, write your views in the reviews. I will see how many are for it and how many are against it. And then I will decide how to move forward. Goodbye!
