Part III: Harry Accepts his Fate
One: Plans to Be Made
Hermione said her goodbyes, ensuring she hugged Harry before she left while huskily whispering in his ear she'd ask her mum if she could visit for Christmas. Hermione ran off to an attractive older woman with bushy hair like her, which they assumed was Mrs. Granger. Daphne and Pansy approached Harry to say their goodbyes before taking Lyra aside to talk.
"So," whispered Daphne, "that's Ginny."
"Your main competition," said Pansy.
"What about Hermione?" asked Daphne.
"Hermione is also competition," replied Lyra. She was now staring at Harry as he greeted her mother. With the way Narcissa looked at him, Lyra sometimes wondered if she was competition. "Why does he have to be so…nice."
"And kind," added Daphne.
"And dreamy," added Pansy breathlessly.
"If I was into guys, I'd be into him," joked Daphne.
"Everyone's into him. I just need to make my claim," said Lyra slyly.
"How?" asked Pansy with a smile. "Appearing in his bed."
"Wearing nothing at all," added Daphne.
Lyra smiled at them. "I'm open to any possibilities."
The three giggled, all giving Harry looks, Daphne a look that said she knew he was in for a ride, and Pansy and Lyra said they had plans for him. Four girls, three sisters and a girlfriend, three redheads, and a blonde were planning their moves in an empty train compartment.
"So, you'll be alone with Harry for the break," smiled Penelope Clearwater to her girlfriend.
Wide grins grew on Priscilla, Freida, and Georgie's faces. Each of them had taken to Harry and had spent the previous three months around him. The twins took every opportunity to tease the boy, stunts that ranged from bending over in front of Harry while in their underwear to always meeting him after a shower, wet and in nothing but a towel. Georgie and Freida admitted they almost purposedly their towels once to see his reaction.
Priscilla and her girlfriend Penelope and their friend, Audrey, would always assist Harry with his homework. Their teasing was subtle. She casually held Harry's hand or moved close to him when he wrote something down. They took it further when Penelope joined Harry in short shorts and a tank top. Priscilla insisted on the request of her mother to take it slow, having had to talk the twins out of sneaking into Harry's room in the middle of the night.
However, a week ago, Molly had sent her daughters a letter telling them that soon Harry may lay his claim on them, which warmed the girls' hearts and excited them all. The twins and Priscilla, accompanied by Audrey and Penelope, spent a weekend at Hogsmeade and bought several perfumes and lingerie to entice Harry. The twins had t admit, they took both amused and even joy seeing their usually responsible and rule-bidding sister try on different underwear and seeing which complimented her ass better. Not that they complained, the two had purchased a rather revealing Mrs. Claus outfit. Penelope and Audrey had also bought matching outfits with the desire to visit during the break.
"I know," said Freida with a smile.
"I can't wait to kiss him," said Georgie.
"Kiss him, I plan to so much more than kiss," said Freida.
"Really dear sister, like what?" asked Georgie in false innocence.
"Like blow him."
"Or fuck him."
"Guys," snapped Priscilla. "Quiet."
"Oh, forgive them, baby. Besides, its not like your not thinking about the same thing," replied Penelope slyly, causing Priscilla to blush furiously.
"Of course, I'm thinking the same thing," replied Priscilla, regaining some of her composure, though her cheeks remained red. Her whole body was red, a trait she undoubtedly inherited from her mother. "I just don't want anyone else to hear."
"I put a Silence Charm around our compartment. No one can hear anything," said Freida with a smile. "Watch. I want to be Harry Potter's whore!" She shouted as two passengers walked by, neither having heard what she said. "See."
Maybe it was her girlfriend's presence or the prospect of finally being with Harry, but Priscilla was feeling quite risky at that moment, which would explain her following actions.
"I want to be Harry Potter's sex slave," shouted out Priscilla.
The twin's mouths both collectively hung open while Penelope stared at her girlfriend in a mingled expression of shock and pride. She was proud of her for doing this and, feeling the same brazenness, kissed her on the lips, doing everything in her power to make the kiss as erotic as possible, taking full advantage of her tongue.
"Can I have one?" asked Freida to Penelope.
"Me too?" asked Georgie.
Penelope turned to them and smiled. "Maybe someday."
"Back to the topic at hand," said Priscilla, still slightly breathless. "Harry will be growing up, as I learned from mother, he will be taking wives and concubines, however, even if we do not choose us as either, we can still allow him to have us."
"Have us? I plan to let him fuck me," said Georgie.
"Actually, that is why I called us here. While there is no certainty if Harry will chose us as either wives or concubines, it does not mean we cannot have some fun with him," explained Priscilla. "Now, I know I've been seen as pompous, strict, and uptight, but Harry, I think we can cut loose for a bit."
This got all four girls excited grins as they thought of Harry entering their minds. Freida licked her lips while her twin bites her lips. Penelope grabbed Priscilla's hand and gave her a knowing grin. Even Priscilla blushed.
"What were you thinking?" asked Penelope.
"Not much. Simple seduction," replied Priscilla.
"And remember our deal," said Penelope. "Anything you and Harry do; you tell me about and when me and Harry do anything, I tell you."
"And you two tell us when you both do something with Harry," said Freida.
All four girls knew one thing; this would be an exciting holiday.
Two: Back at the Manor
Even though it had only been a few months, Harry was tremendously glad to be back in the Manor. The spacious walls, the old halls, but he missed the women most of all. He missed Molly's cooking, Narcissa's potions, Bellatrix's sass, Lily's warmth, and admittingly, Ginny's kisses. Although he would not admit it, he missed their presence especially. The softness of Lily's skin, the fire of Bellatrix's passion, the gentleness of Ginny's lips, he missed all of them. Some nights, while he knew it was childish, he'd imagine one or more of the four women next to him, their beautiful faces smiling back at him, and their bodies pressed against him. Even a few dreams, dreams of a more sensual nature between him and the women that Harry pushed down.
"Harry," Lily began. "Why don't you get settled. I want to speak with you after dinner."
Harry was confused but agreed. Dinner was an odd affair. Lily rarely spoke, and when she did, it was short and to the point. Harry found the looks he was getting to be rather odd anyway. Lily looked worried and conflicted. All the younger girls looked both excited and overjoyed. The other older women appeared nurturing and playful. However, Harry could have been wrong, but he thought each woman and girl had at one point looked at him with lust. These moments were brief, but he swore each woman had looked at him with want and passion in their eyes. Even Lily stared at the boy before her with desire.
"I'll help clean-up, Molly," offered Harry.
"Oh, its alright, Harry, I'll help," said Priscilla with a grin.
"Yes, we'll help too," said Freida.
"You relax, Harry. We'll take it from here," said Georgie.
"You sure?" asked Harry.
"Positive," replied Priscilla.
"Besides, I want you to meet me in the foyer. I need to have a word with you," said Lily sternly.
Seeing no reason to argue, Harry obliged. The foyer was a large room with new moving portraits and a large fireplace. The hour was late, and the only light in the room was currently the blazing fire, which sparked and crackled. Harry waited for only a moment before the door opened, and tentatively, his mother, Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Molly all walked in. Lily seemed unsure of herself, carrying a worried frown.
However, that was not the only thing Harry took notice of. Lily and the others, for some reason, changed. For instance, Lily wore robes that hugged her body and showed her perfect cleavage. Why would they change into that, Harry thought? Bellatrix and Narcissa were wearing silk robes showing both their legs and bodies. At the same time, Molly wore robes that exposed her cleavage and her belly. They looked less like they wanted to talk and more as they tried to show off at a fancy event. Each woman blushed when they saw Harry staring at them.
Lily sat down next to Harry, with Narcissa right beside her, while on the other side of Harry sat Bellatrix and Molly. Harry tried desperately to hide his blush as he was squeezed between four gorgeous, older witches.
"Sweetheart," Lily said. "We need to tell you something, something we've been meaning to tell you for a while."
And just like that, they divulged everything. Harry's many lordships, the gift Lily used to protect him, and the possibility of Ginny as the Lady Potter. When she was done, she turned away from Harry in shame, but for the briefest of moments, she turned an eye to Harry and was surprised to see him looking accepting like there was a determination in himself to see these goals set.
"Molly," Harry said, with an unmasked commanding tone. This surprised everyone, and Molly looked like she was ready to do anything he asked. "Tell Ginny she will make a fine Lady Potter."
Molly smiled brightly at him. Harry then turned to Lily to ask a question he had always had in the back of his head. It was a shameful question, but one he has held for years. When Harry looked directly at her, Lily could not look away. She clenched her fists, knowing she could not resist anything if he asked. If he asked her to strip naked in front of him, she would have to oblige.
"Mum have you and the others ever had feelings for me. Because I have," said Harry.
Everyone else in the room went scarlet at this declaration. Molly regretted wearing such an exposing robe, as now her cheeks, breasts, and stomach were as red as her hair. Narcissa covered her mouth while Bellatrix grinned like a schoolgirl. Lily could feel her heart miss a beat. However, instead of arguing against it, lying, she replied honestly.
"Of course we have," said Lily, and her reply was a trigger for the others to respond.
"We always have," said Narcissa.
"You were always a charmer, even when you were young," said Bellatrix placing a hand on Harry's face, shuddering at the touch.
"I use to beg Lily to let me bath you and would feel such excitement when you were near my body," said Molly huskily and breathlessly.
"I think the feeling is mutually," joked Harry.
"Remember when you let us breastfeed him," said Bellatrix, causing Harry's cheeks to grow redder.
How could any of them forget? Like Lily, they felt pure ecstasy as Harry sucked on their nipples. To be touched by him in such a way left them dazed and happy, like a mind-altering drug. In fact, during Molly's feeding, when Lily when to retrieve Harry from her, she finds that the Weasley matriarch is in some dazed state.
"I didn't know I had this effect on you," said Harry modestly but proudly.
"With or without pheromones you'd have an effect on us," said Bellatrix.
Lily remains dumbstruck. Was he alright with this? She thought. No, not just okay, he wanted this. He wanted her. He wanted all of them. Besides the truth finally coming out, nothing else comes of the night. After some talk, Harry went to bed, and each woman went to their separate quarters with a gratified smile.
Once Molly had entered her room and shut the door behind her, she stripped off her robes to reveal her naked form. Staring at the mirror, she was surprised to see her entire body glowing red. Wait till he sees me now, she thought.
Bellatrix did the same. Rather than strip, she used a spell to make the entirety of her clothing rip off, leaving a pleased and nude Bellatrix in its wake. Running her hands down her whole body, she relished that Harry would spoil her. Can't wait till you take me, she thought.
Narcissa unintentionally copied the other two. Skipping around her room and dropped articles of her clothing as she went about. After a short moment, the floor was littered with clothes, and Narcissa was falling into the bed naked. I cannot wait till you fall into my bed, she thought.
Then, all three women did the same thing. They placed their hands between their legs and, at once, began to pleasure themselves. Smiles spread across each of their faces as images of Harry pleasing them fluttered through their minds. Their chests rose and fell with every spasm and orgasm as they grew closer and closer to coming. Each one screamed out Harry's name as they came, having had a massive orgasm. Molly cleaned sweat from her brow, Bellatrix bit into her finger, while Narcissa clutched her pillow. No one moved, no one covered themselves, each woman stayed in their beds, panting, naked, and recovering.
All but one. Lily sat at the foot of her bed, still dressed in her robes. She knew she should deny him, deny him herself, knowing she did not deserve him. As she set her plans, a letter magically appeared at her feet.
To Lily
She picked it up once she realized whose handwriting it was. James, she thought. Instantly, she picked up the letter and opened it. Then, she read it.
Dearest Lily,
I know this letter may seem odd, but I enchanted it to present itself to you when Harry learned the truth. That's right; I know all about the ritual you performed on Harry because, getting right to the point, I was the one who would know you would. The book the ritual was in, the one you just happened to find left on the table, was from Sirius' Aunt Ophiuchus. I left a mark on that section of the book, knowing you'd find it. I know, a lot like Dumbledore, manipulative for the greater good. I was always shy.
I knew the risk. I knew I was condemning you to lust after our son. If he's any bit the charmer I am, he may have already gotten you in bed. I do feel a lot like Dumbledore, doing things that seem manipulative to protect those we love. That is my excuse. I wanted to protect my son and wife at all costs. I knew you would never raise Harry to be selfish or vindictive, so he would never use his gift for such selfish acts. You'd raise him right. There is more to the ritual. It will increase Harry's magical core over time. He could become as powerful as Voldemort if he worked at it. It was a risk, I knew it, but one that would help him. You need to continue; you need to protect him and yourself at any cost. But also, be happy, even if it means, you know.
Love,
James.
P.S. Sirius says Harry is a lucky bastard.
Lily was stunned. All these years, all these worries, she had always wondered what James would think. Images of his shocked and disappointed face faded, and the idea of an accepting man took their place. She always thought she was contemning Harry, but there was more to the ritual, more to Harry, more to everything.
All her anxieties and fears were drifting away, and soon, she was stripping away her clothes and proudly walking to her bed naked. Laying down on her bed, ass up, she began to play with herself. She never felt so relieved. Giving in and accepting, she allowed her body to give in to a massive orgasm, and by the end, she fell onto the bed, screaming.
"Harry," she said breathlessly. "Your mine."
All four women went to bed in this state. If anyone walked into anyone of their rooms, they find these women, all naked, sprawled on their beds, dazed and smiling in glorious dreams.
Three: Giving In (Smut ahead)
The next day, Lily sought out Ginny. However, the first face she saw in the morning was Narcissa and Molly.
"We talked with our daughters this morning," said Narcissa.
"And?" asked Lily.
"While, they were shocked, like Ginny, they seem accepting. Especially the twins. In fact, you should the kitchen," said Molly.
At the kitchen table, Harry was being fed and waited on by both Freida and Georgie, who were only wearing panties and tank tops, with Harry's eyes glued on each of them. Both were feeding him pancakes as Priscilla looked worried, while Lyra and Ginny looked jealous. This display of openness was cemented when Harry dropped a tad of syrup on his chin.
"I'll get it," Freida said; she then proceeded to lick the syrup right off Harry's chin. "Delicious."
Georgie then one-upped her twin when she went straight and gave Harry a passionate kiss. "You're right, sister. Delicious," she said afterward.
"Ginny, could I talk to you in private?" asked Lily.
"Sure," replied Ginny, not taking her eyes off of Harry as she walked out.
Lily brought Ginny to the extended closest. Using quick spells, she locked the door behind her and placed a silencing charm so no one else could hear. At once, Ginny could tell this was serious.
"Do you love Harry?" Lily asked.
"With all my heart," replied Ginny instantly.
"Good, because tonight, you can help me show that love," replied Lily sternly. "Tonight, we'll let him claim us."
Ginny blushed bright scarlet. "Really," she said hopefully.
"Yes, we'll surprise him. If you are not ready…."
"No," Ginny replied determinedly. "I've been ready for a long time."
"You and everyone else in this Manor," joked a relived Lily. "You sure you're ready?"
"Yes, I am."
Lily smiled. "Good. We'll meet at the door to his room at midnight. Try not to act suspicious."
"Got it," said Ginny.
Ginny shook her head as excitement began to take over, and she looked like a giddy schoolgirl as she exited the closest once Lily removed the charms on the room. When they returned to the kitchen, every woman there was waiting at Harry's hand and foot. Both Lily and Ginny grinned at this. They could stay on Harry all they wanted; they would show him genuine affection tonight.
Throughout the remainder of the day, Lily was surprised by how open all the women had become to Harry. Lyra and Ronnie cuddled with him on the couch for an hour, and during dinner, each woman was openly looking at him lustfully. This only made Lily and Ginny more excited for the coming night.
Once the clocks were ten minutes away, Lily acted.
She put on a simple silk robe and nothing else but a red bra and panties. She looked in the mirror before she left. Her cheeks turned red at the reflection staring back at her, of the beautiful redheaded woman. Before leaving, she grabbed two small conception potions, one for her and the other for Ginny, as well as an empty vial. Outside stood an anxious Ginny wearing only a robe. Lily was happy; yes, now she knew she had picked the right girl.
"Here," said Lily handing her the conception potion. "This will make sure you don't get pregnant or worse."
"Thanks," said Ginny drinking the whole potion. "What's that?"
Ginny gestured to the empty vial. Lily looked abashed.
"Remember when I told you the potion we gave you had a rare ingredient. That rare ingredient is virginal blood."
"Really?" asked Ginny.
"That, or Veela hair."
"How do you expect to get it?" asked Ginny.
"There are spells to remove blood stains. On a different note, what are you wearing under that?" asked Lily.
"Nothing at all," replied a blushed Ginny.
"Come on, let go surprise him."
The two walked through the Manor's barre, dark and quiet halls. It was strange; a moment ago, they were confident, but now, they moved like nervous women. They doubted themselves and their acts. Ginny imagined that if there were moving portraits in Manor, they would scold her, call her a scarlet woman. Lily was not better. Already, she questioned her choice, wondering if it was too late to go back.
Then, they were at Harry's door.
Closing her eyes, Lily took Ginny's hand and walked her inside. Harry was lying in his bed, and although he was covered, Lily could tell he was naked. With his muscular chest exposed, he was asleep, causing Lily and Ginny's desires to grow. Soon, their presence was felt as Harry's eyes began to flutter open, and his head rose. His eyes widened when he saw the two, and he covered his exposed chest.
"Don't worry, sweetie. We're here to teach you," said Lily.
"Teach me what?" asked Harry confused.
"How to make love," replied Lily.
She gestured to Ginny, who slowly dropped her robe to reveal her naked body. Lily had seen Ginny naked before, but the girl was stunning even in the dimly lit room. She had shaved for the occasion, giving a nice view of her pussy. The potion had turned her body into the peak of perfection. Her breasts were now D-cups, and her body had gone from petite to curvy.
After a long moment, there was silence. Anxiety and embarrassment filled Ginny's face as she covered her breasts and privates with her hands. Then, Harry got up out of bed, exposing himself. Lily gasped. Good god, he's bigger than James, she thought. He was ten inches, his body a mix of leanness and muscle. He moved towards the men like a panther on the hunt, and both noticed this. Ginny dropped her hands in awe of the specimen before her. She wanted him to see her, to see her like this. Lily could already feel the wetness between her legs. No doubt they'd be a stain on her panties. Soon Harry and Ginny were inches close, and Lily had her eyes glued on the two teens. They stared at each other with want and desire, lust filling their eyes.
Gingerly, Harry raised his hand and reached out to touch Ginny's stomach. Ginny, in turn, reached out and guided her hand through his abs. Ginny gave a slight gasp and smiled when Harry's hand cupped her left breast and played with her nipple. Finally, the two kissed. At first, the kiss was soft and gentle before becoming animalistic, and their bodies were pressed together, and both their hands were roaming every inch of the other's body.
When Harry broke apart, he turned to his mother. She gestured for him to go forward. Smiling and taking Ginny's hand, he brought her to the bed. The two continued their make-out session. At one point, they began exchanging tongues.
Finally, the time had come. Lily walked forward to get a better view and watched as Harry entered her. Ginny let out a loud gasp, her face registering that this was an entirely new feeling for her. The moment Harry entered her, Ginny felt pain and then pleasure, a great new sensation as expressions of pain and then pleasure rushed through Ginny's face.
At first, it seemed awkward, but eventfully the two found a steady pace that suited them. Then the grunts, moans, and other various noises of pleasure were heard, Ginny moaning like a back-alley whore. Within minutes, Ginny was sweating and panting and calling Harry's name.
"Harry!" she screamed as Harry went in deeper.
Lily could no longer control herself. Her robe was open, her left hand was in her panties, and her right hand was clutching one of her breasts. Harry seemed like he was in complete control of the situation, as Ginny was slowly submitting herself to him. Soon, her legs were clutching Harry's back as she let out a loud moan. Harry stared down at her, her eyes begging him to go forward. Then, Harry bent lower and whispered something in Ginny's ear, and despite her currently being lost in bliss, she gave a wicked smile at what he said.
Suddenly, Harry stopped, but Ginny didn't look disappointed. On the contrary, she looked excited.
Harry turned to Lily, who suddenly felt very small with his gaze upon her, her robe open and her hand inside her panties. Harry reached for his wand and said a quick spell. Suddenly, Lily's robe, panties, and bra were removed, and she was standing in front of him, naked. Lily blushed fiercely at being in such an exposed state in front of him. She attempted to cover herself.
"No," Harry said firmly. "I want to see you."
Lily stood there, every part of her exposed. "Turn," Harry commanded. Lily was taken aback by the forcefulness he displayed and was even more taken aback by the fact that she complied. Lily was glad Harry couldn't see her blush as he stared at her round, plump rear. "Come," he commanded.
Tentatively, Lily walked towards the bed. Although she could not tell, Ginny smiled as the older redheaded walked forward. When Lily was inches away from Harry's face, she distinctly turned away from him. Forcing her to face him, Harry's lips immediately met hers, and at once, all the shame and unworthiness left her, and she felt all her senses easing. It was bliss, passionate bliss that Lily felt, and the more she eased, the deeper the kiss went. Soon, Harry's tongue entered her mouth, and she knew she would be his in that instance.
When their lips parted, Lily stood there breathlessly, and a grinning Harry and Ginny stood in front of him. She wanted this, she wanted them, and the words she said next surprised her. "Take me," she said lustfully.
Harry's grin grew as, with a strength she was unaware he had, he lifted her onto the bed. Ginny then used her hands to explore every inch of Lily's body. Lily let out a loud gasp when Ginny decided to give Lily a hard slap on the arse. Harry was so mesmerized by the way her arse jiggled when Ginny hit it, though he silenced any distress when his lips met Lily's again. However, it was not her turn to surprise them during their snog, as Lily gave Harry's arse a tight squeeze. Harry responds by groping one of her large breasts. When they broke apart, they looked deep into each other's eyes and knew what was about to happen. Any doubt, regret, or uncertainty was stripped away.
"Fuck her, Harry," Ginny said.
Lily set out a gasp as he entered her. So long had Lily denied herself the pleasure, and now it was weakening her. Whatever defenses she had were crumbling, and she felt her body tremble with every thrust. Then, Ginny kissed her. Lily, wanting to return the favor, placed her hand between the girl's legs and plated with her. Ginny moaned through Lily's lips.
A moment later, Lily was riding Harry, and Ginny was sitting on his face, his tongue combing her most sensitive area. Both redheads were panting and sweating, nearing their first climaxes. Ginny and Lily would share a few kisses, not that Harry could see, his view instructed by Ginny's arse.
"I-I- C-can't-H-hold-it," panted Ginny.
"Neither-Can-I," panted Lily.
"Same," grunted Harry.
All three of them let out loud moans and cries as they climaxed, and a second later, Lily and Ginny were huddled together on the bed. Harry thought it looked like two lovers, both exhausted as Lily planted soft kisses on Ginny's forehead, Ginny clutching onto Lily's breasts. After a long moment, the three finally caught their breath as Ginny and Lily crawled over to Harry, both girls lying on his chest.
Four: Next Morning
"That was…that was," Harry was at a loss for words.
"Stupendous," answered Lily.
"Fucking spectacular," said Ginny.
"All of the above," replied Harry causing both girls to laugh. "Mum?"
"Yes, sweetie," answered Lily.
"I can do this again, right?" asked Harry.
Lily and Ginny smiled brightly. "You can do this with any woman in this Manor," replied Lily.
Harry, Ginny, and even Lily all smiled as thoughts of Harry taking every girl and woman in the Manor.
"We should get back to our rooms," said Lily. She then gave Harry a deep and long goodbye kiss, hoping to say a lot with that kiss. "Sleep tight."
"You need your rest, we might need you again," said Ginny.
Lily saw a spot of blood on the sheets. Taking her wand, Lily said a quick spell, and the blood all went into the small vial. She didn't even bother getting her robe or undergarments; she was leaving as naked. Harry watched as they left, still amazed at the way their nude bodies moved and walked, hips swaying, and arse perked. Once they were out the door, Harry fell into a deep sleep, with a great, big smile on his face.
Outside, both Lily and Ginny walked through the hall, smiling, sweating, and in complete bliss.
HPHP
The following day, Harry woke, and once the traditional morning drowsiness wayed off, memories of the previous night flooded back, and he grinned. His grin widened when he looked to the floor and saw Lily's robe, bra, and panties. Looking down, he saw he was still nude from the previous night. A part of him was tempted to walk to breakfast starkers to see the reaction.
Putting on a pair of pajamas and a shirt, he ventured into the kitchen. Lily was helping Molly with the cooking. Everyone was at the table and smiled brightly at Harry. Even Ginny, who had her head resting on the table as Bellatrix stroked her hair, no doubt tired from the last night, smiled when he entered. Harry's eyes turned to Lily, wearing short shorts and a sports bra.
"Did you sleep alright after last night, dear?" asked Molly.
"Yes," replied Harry brightly.
"Good, because you'll be doing more of it soon," said Molly, giving Harry a good view at the robes she was wearing, which squeezed her breasts together.
"Yes," said Georgie. She then straight-up kissed Harry on the lips. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that," she said when their lips departed.
"Georgie, don't hog," said Freida as she gave Harry an even deeper kiss, ensuring the usage of her tongue.
"Here," said Lily handing him his plate. "I want your strength back."
Lily gave him a peck on the cheek. Before Harry could even lift his fork, Priscilla grabbed both his knife and fork and began cutting for him. "Allow me to help you," she said.
"Me too," offered Lyra.
Suddenly, Lyra, Priscilla, Georgie, Freida, Ronnie, and a now awake Ginny surrounded Harry and overwhelmed him with offers to help him eat. Amused by this level of affection, Lily gestured for the older witches to follow her into the back room.
"We take him tonight, all of us," said Lily from the other room.
"Good," breathed Narcissa. "Honestly, if I had my way, I would have had him take me on the table."
"I know, I haven't had sex since I took Bill's virginity," said Bellatrix.
"Can't we give him a quickie?" asked Molly.
"No, I think it will mean something more if we do it tonight. Besides, I'm still sore from the previous night," said Lily embarrassed, which caused the other three women to giggle and blush. "Also, I'll guests for the week will be here tomorrow."
"Does Harry know Snape is his concubine?" asked Molly.
"No, thought it would be a fun surprise," replied Lily.
"Speaking of surprises, we should probably return, who knows what we'll find," said Bellatrix.
When the four witches got back, Harry and the other girls had vacated the kitchen and were now all in the living room. Each girl was cuddling up to Harry, vying for his attention. The twins had their bodies wrapped around him, Lyra and Ginny were on his legs, and Priscilla had Harry's head pleasantly on her stomach. Harry was utterly content with this, enjoying the multiple bodies.
The four witches smiled, knowing he was going to be having one hell of a winter break.
Four: The Guests
Severa Snape was examining her naked body in the mirror at her flat. It was breathtaking. The potion Lily had given her had kept her beautiful. D-cup breasts, a curvy pale body, and raven black hair. It was a perfect body for her new master. Already, she could see herself becoming wet at the thought of it.
Her old master had unfortunately been killed along with James and Remus. Sirius had saved her from Remus in his wolf form and the only payment for a life debt. She expected and dreaded to be his slave and passed around the boys of Gryffindor like a new toy. She was wrong. Instead, Sirius showed her a side of himself she didn't exist, a pleasant side. He still fucked her whenever the chance arrived, but he treated her less like a toy and more like a girlfriend. He told her she was beautiful and even allowed her to live with him until his death.
The confidence this bestowed on her set her on a new path, and of course, she was devastated by his death. It caused her to close herself off, and soon cruelty took over, making her a fierce and unforgiving teacher. That was until he walked in.
Harry had the same charm and swayed as his father and godfather, but modesty and honesty made him irresistible. So, it was with joy that Lily revealed that since Harry had been made the Heir of the House of Black, her status as a concubine could be passed on to Harry if she wished, and uncharacteristically, she immediately agreed to it. Lily smiled and said she would discuss it with Harry and invited her to spend a week at the Manor for Christmas, which she too agreed to.
Let's hope he's just as good as Sirius, she thought.
HPHP
"Can't believe you tried to wear that," Emma Granger complained as she drove her daughter to the location. "Or that you brought it."
The outfit in question was a sexy Mrs. Claus costume that Hermione somehow got and was hoping to wear to the Black Manor, much to her mother's horror. However, what distressed Mrs. Granger most was just how open Hermione had been, not just about the costume but also about everything in general. Not only had she changed, somehow going through a growth spurt at that school, but now she walked around the house in her panties and bra, and even the outfit she wore showed off her legs and stomach. Her mother wondered if this was some rebellion because her father wasn't spending Christmas with them. However, not only did Hermione not seem to break up about it, but she was happy as it meant they could spend a week with Harry's family.
"It's just a costume, mum," said Hermione calmly.
"It's a costume you won't be wearing," Mrs. Granger said. "Where do even get it?"
"Lyra," answered Hermione.
"Well, then I'm talking to her mother," grunted Emma.
Hermione looked at her mother. She knew her mother had been stressed and overworked ever since the divorce; her mother had fallen into a pattern of getting exacerbated over everything. I wonder, Hermione, though, maybe she could use a good old fashion fuck. Emma Granger was beautiful, with large breasts she usually concealed under sweaters and brown hair tattered.
Emma Granger was surprised she had agreed to spend an entire week at the Manor for Christmas, but with John spending Christmas with family and her own family on vacation, it was the best option. Now, considering all she had learned, she was already regretting the decision. Little did she know, it would become the best decision of her life.
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Pandora had already dressed in robes and had suitcases when she ventured downstairs. Luna was already packed and ready to go with a small backpack. However, what surprised Pandora was that the bag was the only thing Luna was wearing. I think this girl might be an exhibitionist, Pandora thought.
"Honey, what are you doing?" asked Pandora, amused.
"Waiting for you," replied Luna.
"And you're going to wear that," Pandora said, gesturing to her nude body.
"Too much?" asked Luna.
"Yeah."
"I'll go change."
"Wait, Luna," asked Pandora. "I have to ask; do you want this?" Luna shook her head enthusiastically, already dreaming of how Harry would take her. "Then get something on. We don't want to overwhelm the boy."
Luna skipped back up the stairs, happy in her state of undress. Pandora smiled. The girl was like her in her youth, wild, accessible, and contains a strange mix of innocence and sensuality. Love turned to worry, as she knew she would be taken advantage of in the hands of any other man; however, she had hoped for Harry. Maybe he could protect her. Perhaps he could love her.
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Two witches, a daughter, and a mother, were changing, yet both were in nothing but bras and panties. Neither seemed uncomfortable. On the contrary, they both appear comfortable in each other's skin and are currently seeking out the other's opinion.
"What do you think?" asked Andromeda to Tonks. "Regular or busting," suddenly, Andromeda's bust grew, almost bursting out of the black bra she wore.
"Lily said not to overwhelm him, but that doesn't mean we still can't tease him," replied Dora, debating whether she should be a sexy elf or Mrs. Claus.
"Bursting it is. I think you should wear the elf costume and I'll be Mrs. Claus," said Andromeda.
"Only if you don't hog Harry," replied Dora.
With a wave of her wand, both Andromeda and Dora were dressed, one as Mrs. Claus and the other as an elf. The outfit for Andromeda was a robe that showcased her cleavage, while Dora's was scarce and short. Both women admired themselves in the mirror.
"He'll love this," said Dora.
"He'll love us," replied Andromeda.
Ahead was a week both women had been planning for a while. The week when Harry'd claim them. Some many late-night dreams and fantasies had been devoted to the day he would take them. So many times, they had to resist, fight the urge to apparate right to the Manor and walk up to Harry. Now, no more waiting, no more resisting. They were his.
This chapter took some time to write as I was constantly going back and forth on how to wrote the smut scene. I decided to treat it like a band aid and just rip it off.
Severa, Hermione, and the others will be joining them for a week, where the fun really should begin.
I decided on Ginny and Lily since not many of these fics feature Ginny and I wanted Harry to start with an older woman and a younger one.Irina Meier as Lily
Marisa Miller as Narcissa
Ania Bukstein as Bellatrix
Sophie Coady as Molly
Sadie Sink as Ginny
Maya Kendrick as Ronnie
Red Fox as Georgie and Frieda
Jia Lissa as Priscilla
Elle Fanning as Luna
Christina Cole as Pandora
Amandla Stenberg as Hermione
Emma Watson as Hermione
Maisie Williams as Tonks
Gemma Arterton as Severa
AdySweetMFC as Andromeda
A.J. Cook as Penelope