Sensations of Shemales: Christmas At Apolline's

by FanfictionWriter101

A festive spin-off to my sensations series involving a large gathering at Apolline Delacour's. Sex and perversion aplenty with enemies becoming intimate lovers, characters discovering all new-realms of pleasure, and a sufficiently fitting number of salacious shemales! (SMUT)

2. Chapter 2: Impassioned Pleasures

Chapter 2: Impassioned Pleasures

In one of the lower rooms of the manor, a profound and distinct ambience was being set. The room was one of Apolline's bespoke additions to the ancestral home, with the space being adapted into an extensive massage parlour. A row of four massage tables lined the centre of the room, each one built slightly wider and with sturdier materials than traditional tables so as to accommodate the more lecherous happy endings that Apolline was so enthusiastic about. The walls were lined with countless bottles of eclectic and colourful oils, all of them labelled and properly organised, providing an exhaustive selection of aromatic oils. The final addition to the room was at the far-end, opposite the entrance. There were a small set of tiled stairs that led to an elevated podium in which was seated an inflatable mattress. The purpose of such an inclusion was obvious and of particular enjoyment to Apolline. Whilst she relished and enjoyed the many delights of a good massage, she had recently discovered that there was nothing quite as scintillating and tension-relieving than that of a Nuru-massage. In fact, she found herself quite taken not only be receiving said massages, but also providing them. She found that her curvaceous, plump figure provided the perfect means of providing a Nuru-massage. However, it was not Apolline who had been guided to the massage parlour by her chosen token, but instead two individuals who could arguably make even better use of the tools than Apolline. Or rather, they would conclude that they were able to implement the various massage oils and apparatus in a more beneficial, if somewhat deluded manner. The two people who had been assigned the room were none other than Professor Sybil Trelawny and one of her favourite and most attentive students, Lavender Brown.

The two had quickly gotten started on making the most of their opportunity, with Professor Trelawny choosing a variety of incenses and candles that acted as catalysts for the arts of the inner eye. The Professor fully intended to use the exhaustive supplies at her disposal as a means to explore her own powers of divination, a prospect that Lavender was all to giddy to join in. The two were no strangers to one another, with Trelawny having introduced Lavender and Parvati to the sexual elements that were inherent to the more extreme divination techniques. Many times, the three had spent hours in pleasurable ecstasy, swathed amidst the fumes of incense, rutting and fucking in all manner of creative positions, communing with their inner eye via salacious sexual experiences. As such, the two barely batted an eyelid at being exposed around one another. In truth, she and Professor Trelawny knew one another's bodies as if they were their own, having traced each other's curves and contours with their fingers, tongues and cocks. As Trelawny plunged the room in a thick haze of incense and candle smoke, Lavender carefully began heating a large basin of Lavender and Bergamot oil, all at Trelawny's instruction. The teacher listed the number of sensual psychic benefits of that particular concoction, and as the oil began to warm, the smell filled Lavender's nostrils, combining with the existing aromas in the air to create an exquisite haze that almost seemed to consume her in its velvety grasp. The thick, fish-eye glasses that Professor Trelawny wore began to fog and steam up, with the woman allowing her vision to cloud in hopes that it would accentuate her other senses. With the mood set and the room a hazy swirl of incense fumes, the two ladies unceremoniously stripped themselves naked, discarding their underwear in favour of the natural embrace of their bare skin. Lavender's body was plumper and juicier, her ass round and squashy, her cheeks lightly drooping beneath their own heavy weight. Her ass rolled lightly into her waist, with her breasts holding an ample amount of fleshiness to themselves. Trelawny was lither and thinner, her ass being pert and toned. Her breasts were small handfuls and nothing too remarkable. Regardless, when paired together, their bodies were complimentary. And when lathered and doused in oiled, their negative aspects would undoubtedly appear quite simply miniscule.

They moved with almost ceremonial and ritualistic grace, with the two of them standing side by side at the base of the small podium. Breathing deeply inwards, they slowly began to climb the small staircase, stopping in tandem with one another just shy of the mattress. Another deep inhalation later and they confidently stepped forwards, the mattress sinking beneath their weight as they adjusted themselves to the uneven footing. Turning to face one another, the two women sank downwards, sitting cross-legged in front of one another, their hands resting on their knees. Their cocks were completely exposed and throbbing with sexual excitement. Lavender's thick length sat propped against her stomach, her tip dripping pre-cum in anticipation. Trelawny on the other hand appeared more in control. In fact, her length wasn't even hard, yet appeared so due to its sizable length. Regardless, the two sat facing one another, breathing in the incense and savouring the heated ambience of the moment. Lavender often questioned the legitimacy of divination. Whilst she could undoubtedly feel some spiritual benefit from her sessions with Trelawny, Lavender ultimately found the most tangible aspect of her time with the teacher to be the sheer intensity of her orgasms. Even if she failed to commune with her inner eye, Lavender could always rely on the most sensational of releases at the end. Something about the pre-amble and slow build via sensual intimacy, steadily increasing in active eroticism. There was something about that measured increase in sexual intensity that allowed for the eventual orgasm to be supercharged into one of pure orgasmic intensity. It was in these moments that Lavender felt her most spiritual moments of divination, a fact that seemed to further Trelawny's insistence on sex being a key aspect to harnessing the power of the inner eye. Of course, such explicit ideas could never be taught in school, however, Trelawny was more than happy to include her more eager students in the sexual exploration of the tapestry of eroticism.

"Relax your mind… Breathe deeply… Open your inner eye and expand your sight," Trelawny droned in her eccentric, wailing voice. Following her instructions, Lavender slipped deeper into her own thoughts. Her eyes remained closed as she explored her mind. Slowly, Trelawny reached to her side and grabbed the small basin of scented oil, lightly warmed. Lifting it up, she poured a large amount of it over her own body, allowing the warm liquid to cascade over her breasts, streaking along her skin, leaving her pale flesh shimmering in its wake. A moan of delight escaped Trelawny's lips as she allowed the oil to soak into her skin, the scent filling the air. Opening her eyes, Lavender saw the shimmering hue of Trelawny's flesh, her cock twitching its approval. The may not have been the most attractive woman, but something about oil-slick skin got Lavender's arousal raging. Offering the young girl the basin, Trelawny watched as Lavender did the same to herself, tipping the remaining contents of the basin over her chest and allowing the warm oil to flow over her breasts, trickling down her cleavage and splattering droplets of warmed viscous liquid over her thick and throbbing cock. Moans dripped from Lavender's lips as she emptied the remaining oil over herself, a considerable amount of the excess pooling on the mattress between them. With the basin empty, Lavender tossed it to one side and turned to Trelawny for guidance. The older woman allowed herself to become consumed by a brief meditative stance, her head lolling back and forth as droplets of oil inched tantalisingly slowly across her skin, begging Lavender to massage it in for her.

"Shall we… Shall we embrace our inner eye, Professor? Share our sight through… through our bodies?" Lavender asked hopefully, her cock shuddering near painfully from not being allowed to jerk it. Her words snapped Trelawny out of her trance momentarily.

"Oh… Yes… Let us share in our bodily delights and the physical realms of the flesh… Don't allow any frustration to remain in you. Moan loudly and proudly…" Trelawny beamed proudly, shifting onto her knees, oil running along her thighs as she did so. Upsetting the balance of the mattress caused the oil to shift between them, running back and forth across the plastic surface.

"Of course, Professor…" Lavender breathed, rising to her knees as well, her cock flopping heavily between her thighs as her eyes relished the naked flesh of her favourite teacher. There was a moment of silence between the two of them before they snapped and allowed their inner carnal demons to take hold, expressing their raw sexual desires in the purest and most animalistic of ways. It would be difficult to describe it as anything remotely spiritual yet intertwined with each lusty breath and moan was the deluded belief that this was in pursuit of divining power.

Shifting together, both Lavender and Trelawny pressed their oil slicked bodies together, the younger girl's plumper breasts spilling across Trelawny's smaller handfuls, smothering them in their oily goodness. What portions of Lavender's tits that weren't coated with oil were quickly lathered with a thin glossy shimmer as Trelawny's chest began to smear the oil back and forth. As their bodies pressed together, both of them began to shift back and forth, grinding and dragging themselves against one another, shifting their bodies up and down and ensuring that their sensual movements were perfectly in tandem with one another. Heavy, horny breaths escaped their lips as they developed their rhythm, their eyes drifting across each other's shimmering bodies, their hands starting to roam wildly across the other's flesh. Trelawny's hands dropped to Lavender's ass, her rounded rear completely untouched by oil. At least, that was until the older woman's oil-drenched hands sank into the girl's plump, juicy flesh, massaging and coating her rounded rear with a healthy layer of oil, her skin glowing and seemingly sparkling in the most delight of ways. Lavender dropped her hands briefly to the small pool of oil between them, collecting a handful of the substance and drizzling it down onto their chests, allowing their breasts to lather more and more of the warm, sensual oil across one another's skin. It took very little effort for both of their nipples to be rock hard and glistening with oil, bouncing and gliding across the pale creamy skin of the other, often being completely smothered in the oil-slickened flesh of the other person's breasts, all the while their heaving breaths pushed their chests further forwards in heavy moments of lust. Moans filled the room as their eyes turned towards each other, intensity brimming in each of their gazes -albeit with Trelawny's obscured behind her steamy glasses.

Without hesitation, the two of them lunged forwards with their lips, their mouths colliding in heated and intimate battle. Their lips met with passionate familiarity, their tongues darting hungrily and eagerly into each the other's mouth, exploring and savouring the pleasure-ridden moans that escaped their lips. Lavender melted into Trelawny's talented embrace, her sweet, innocent moans becoming overshadowed by Trelawny's carnal, animalistic groans. All of this was underpinned by their continued writhing, their hands starting to massage over the more unassuming aspects of their anatomy. Quick brushes back and forth soon had their arms and backs layered in oil, all before their minds turned back towards more lecherous aspects. Trelawny's fascination remained with Lavender's ass, her fingers prying and groping at her rounded cheeks, lavishing the endless source of plump flesh with constant squeezes and further coats of shimmering oil. Lavender's attentions also sat fixed upon Trelawny's rear end, yet the young girl spent little time losing herself in the woman's pert, meagre handfuls. Instead, one of her hands had the woman's ass cheeks spread apart, whilst the other curved into Trelawny's ass crack, tracing oil-coated fingers along her flesh and down to her puckered little hole. Trelawny wasn't one to succumb so easily to the overtly sexual pursuits of their sessions, yet even she couldn't deny the pleasure in a little anal massage. Even though Lavender didn't push her fingers inside out of wanting to preserve the guise of ensuring that the entirety of Trelawny's body was coated in oil, Trelawny still let out moans of approval from the light teasing pressure that her slickened fingers made against her asshole. Continuing to push against one another, the two of them moaned hungrily into each other's lips, allowing their burgeoning arousal to slowly carry them to more perverse depths.

The oil beneath them made for a slippery surface, causing Lavender to topple backwards with Trelawny following her forwards, pinning the young girl against the oily mattress. With their bodies pinned together, Trelawny began to drag herself back and forth, using her body as a brush to grind and lather Lavender's body. The older woman completely lavished Lavender, allowing her hands to roam hungrily across Lavender's breasts as she used the rest of her body to massage the young girl. Rising to an upright position, Trelawny twisted around, using her pert ass cheeks to continue the massage, dragging them across Lavender's stomach, lightly grazing against her breasts. A part of Lavender wanted to grab the Professor by her hips and lift her ass over her face, burying the bushy-haired girl in the woman's ass, yet Lavender waited, holding off even as her cock throbbed and spilled pre-cum onto her stomach. Trelawny's rocking hips inched further down, the woman draping herself across Lavender's body, drawing herself further along the girl's frame until her ass cheeks rested above Lavender's cock. Breathing hungrily, Lavender bit her lips, moaning into the open air as her cock lay inches away from being pressed between Trelawny's ass cheeks. Even the teacher couldn't deny herself that satisfaction and sank her hips downwards, pinning the girl's cock between her ass and using her cheeks to smear oil along the girl's thick and heavy shaft. Lavender was blessed with a sizable cock in Trelawny's mind. It made it a useful implement for divining the pleasures that were in tune with the inner eye. Moaning happily, Lavender let out a groan of disappointment the moment Trelawny lifted her hips and freed the girl's cock from its pleasurable place between her cheeks.

Unable to let things sit like that, Lavender pushed Trelawny onto her back, forcing the Professor to take her position. Straddling her, Lavender lay her body over Trelawny's, pressing her plump and juicy figure into the older woman's lither frame. Trelawny's moans were ravenous and spoke to the intense satisfaction she felt from having a plump, young body pressed against her. Dragging her breasts across Trelawny's chest, Lavender wove back and forth, her hands pushing her tits together as she drew them across the girl's body. As she came face to face with Trelawny's cock, Lavender felt a shiver of excitement in her own shaft. The Professor had finally been brought to full-mast, her thick, throbbing cock now pulsating in all its glory. In Lavender's experience, older women tended to have the biggest and thickest of cocks, and Trelawny proved that point perfectly. Perhaps it was the Professor's thinner frame that made her appear so large, yet Lavender didn't care. She could happily attest to how fucking good it felt sunk deep into her asshole. Her hands reached forwards and lightly caressed Trelawny's cock, only to discover how dry it was and lacking in oil. Smirking coyly, Lavender grabbed a handful of oil and drizzled it between her own ass cheeks. Turning around, Lavender draped her body back over Trelawny's, twisting her head so that her lips were resting beside the Professor's. She could feel Trelawny's nipples poking and prodding into her shoulder-blades, yet, most importantly, she could feel the thick slab of meat that Trelawny called her cock pushed against her ass cheek. Lifting her hips slightly, Lavender adjusted Trelawny's cock a little so that it was parallel to her ass crack, all before sinking her hips back down and sliding the older woman's cock into the tight, oily embrace of her ass cheeks.

As much as Lavender would have relished Trelawny's cock carving into her asshole, she refrained from such a perverse act, instead allowing her pillowy ass cheeks to envelop the woman's cock in a tight chasm of flesh. Moaning into Lavender's ear Trelawny relished having her cock attended to like this and moaned in celebration of last portion of their bodies being coated in oil. With their entire delectable figures glistening with oil, the two simply savoured the satisfaction of grinding and writhing together in ecstasy. Breathing into each other's mouths, their lips mere inches away from one another, they began to grind and push the lower half of their bodies together. Lavender pushed her hips downwards, lightly using her ass cheeks to jerk Trelawny off, moaning at the delectable friction of her oily slickened cock lathering and pressing against her puckered asshole. Trelawny's hands rested on Lavender's hips, guiding and encouraging the student's movements, all this while pushing her own hips upwards, lightly thrusting her cock between those heavenly cheeks. Lavender's cock was twitching and begging to be stroked, a desire that the girl simply had to satiate. Grasping her cock, she began to jerk herself off, tugging at her cock and milking copious amounts of pre-cum onto her palm as she spasmed against Trelawny. The pleasure was beginning to slowly build in their bodies and Trelawny could feel the resonance between their spirits. It was growing all the more intense. The sensory overload of their bodies being pressed together, amidst the haze of scented oil and incense, intensified by their hungry moans, all came together to bring them to the very edge of divining communion. As much as Trelawny wanted to continue relishing her student's ass cheeks, they needed to continue in the pursuit of their inner eye.

"Come, Lavender. It's time for the final push," Trelawny moaned dreamily, her hands lightly pushing against Lavender's body, trying to free herself from being pinned beneath the plump student. Hearing those words elicited a groan of erotic anticipation from Lavender as she interpreted the Professor's words in a far sultrier way.

"Oh, yeah… Push it inside me Professor. Fuck me nice and hard," she moaned, pushing her ass downwards in a vain attempt to impale herself on Trelawny's thick cock. The attempt was futile as the oil simply caused her cock to slip once more along the girl's crack in an admittedly pleasurable thrust.

"No, my dear. Get on your knees… We must embrace in a specific way. We shall have to save the delights of sex for another time," Trelawny clarified, rolling Lavender's sumptuous body to one side and pushing herself onto her knees. Steadying herself atop the oiled mattress, Trelawny turned to face the young girl as she too rose to her knees.

"Oh… fuck… if you say so," Lavender groaned in disappointment, her ass aching in desperation for the throbbing pleasure of a thick cock. Shuffling into position opposite Trelawny, Lavender awaited the woman's instruction, eager to discover what the woman had in mind. Whilst Lavender's heart was ultimately set on that divine scintillating pleasure of a good ass-fucking, she was at least open-minded enough to know that Trelawny undoubtedly had something perverse in mind.

"Place your hand like this," Trelawny encouraged, shuffling forwards so that their bodies were almost pressed together. Taking Lavender's hand, Trelawny guided it down to the girl's cock. With a little careful positioning, Trelawny pressed their cocks together, sandwiching the thick shafts together. Coaxing Lavender into grabbing their cocks by the base, stretching her fingers around the combined width of their cocks, Trelawny then wrapped her own hand around their cocks just shy of their tip. Moaning from the initial satisfaction of having their cocks pinned together, their sensitive flesh throbbing and pulsating together, spasming against each other's flesh, the two of them savoured their newfound embrace for a moment. Slowly, Trelawny steadied her position and gave her next instruction, the instruction that would drive the two of them into endless peals of unfathomably pleasurable bliss; all brought forth from the combined delight of their hands. In a low moan, Trelawny explained, "Now… We must thrust in tandem with one another. Slow and measured…"

"Like thi… Oh, my…" Lavender began, only to have her words intercepted by a wave of intense pleasure. Both she and Trelawny began to pull their hips back, their cocks sliding against one another and the tight grasp of their hands. Moans flooded from their lips as they found the oily embrace to be incredibly pleasurable, their husky breath growing deeper and more pleasure-ridden. Lavender had to stop herself from simply wildly thrusting and instead kept to Trelawny's measured pace. The combined pleasures of their oiled hands and the pressed of the other person's throbbing, oil coated cock made for a delicious experience. Bouncing their hips back and forth, the two of them built a slow and steady rhythm, milking their cocks of pre-cum with each forwards thrust. The wet slap of oily flesh filled the room and became inextricably intertwined with their erotic moans. Trelawny's fogged glasses had slipped along her nose, allowing the woman to get a better view of Lavender's curvaceous body, heaving with heavy breaths and glistening in the candlelight. Each thrust was paired with the wet slap of their balls lightly colliding, the two women wrestling to keep a hold of their increasingly slippery cock. Lavender opted to drop a second hand to their cocks, creating an even more encompassing pocket of oiled flesh for the two of them to thrust into. Thrust after thrust sent all-consumed pleasure through their bodies, each subtle shudder and twitch spasming through their cocks being felt in all their glory. Slowly, the two of them built up their rhythm, steadily bouncing their hips into a slick, swift pace. The faster their cocks carved back and forth, the more ravenous their moans became, their lust and desire for more pleasure becoming all the more intense.

Trelawny was almost inspired to join in Lavender's use of her second hand and add another aspect of sensual friction to their already intense set-up, yet the Professor found herself somewhat selfishly lusting after those sumptuous breasts bouncing in front of her. It seemed that every thrust Lavender paired itself with the soft bounce of their juicy handfuls, and when combined with that heavenly glossy sheen, Trelawny found herself unable to resist reaching her hand forward and lightly squeezing them. Passing her hand over each of the globes, she relished the way her slippery flesh danced beneath her grasp, sliding out from beneath her fingers. The delight that Trelawny took in pinching each of Lavender's nipples, only to have them slip from her grasp was immense, with Trelawny repeating the squeezing press again and again. Moaning in response, Lavender savoured her teacher's infatuation with her breasts. It was incredibly kinky the level of adoration the older woman had for her young and supple body. In fact, Lavender found that her most memorable moments with Trelawny were the ones that involved the erotic, scintillating massages. The feeling of her teacher's hands roaming her body, groping and squeezing at her, was utterly heavenly. It was made all the more perverse by Trelawny's running commentary about the inner eye and divination. At first, Lavender believed wholeheartedly in it, but as time went on, she began to discern that divination wasn't Trelawny's focus. The obsessive way in which the older woman would caress every inch of her, massaging and fondling each aspect of her anatomy to within an inch of its life, hinted towards the woman's lustful desires. Lavender was all too happy to play into them. After all, Trelawny's hands were undoubtedly talented to say the least. That and she quite enjoyed the notion of someone fawning over and worshiping every inch of her body.

It was to that end that Lavender decided to take control. Despite Trelawny's insistence on doing this a specific way, Lavender knew that both of them would prefer it her way. As such, she pushed Trelawny onto her back and straddled her waist. The Professor's hands fell to her side, startled by the sudden spark of dominance. Before she could raise her concerns, Lavender grabbed her wrists and guided her hands up to her breasts, sinking the older woman's talented fingers into her plump handfuls. Moaning happily at the feeling of her nipples grazing against the Professor's oiled hands, Lavender lowered her own hands down between the two of them. Pinning their cocks back together, Lavender took complete control, placing one hand at their bases and the other at their tips. With her hands fastened in place, she began to thrust back and forth, dragging her thick and heavy cock between her hands, driving it along every inch of Trelawny's. Being the only person moving, Lavender was able to increase her pace, slamming her hips forwards, the oily slaps filling the room as her balls pounded into Trelawny's. Any objections that Trelawny would have raised were completely dissolved as the pleasure began to rise. Her prior insistence on communing with her inner eye in a very specific and tested way was shattered in favour of the pleasure she was experiencing and the carnal satisfaction she got from fondling Lavender's breasts. Her hands plucked and pulled at the young girl's chest, squeezing each delicious handful, teasing her nipples as the girl slammed her hips back and forth, thrusting their cocks together in slick and oily bliss. Breathing heavily, Lavender's body began to gleam not only with oil, but with a thin layer of sweat, her laborious movements beginning to take their toll. Hungry for pleasure, she threw caution to the wind and simply continued her ravenous slams, grunting and groaning as she savoured each slight and subtle throb from Trelawny's cock. Her previous desires to have that cock driven deep into her ass had completely dissolved in favour of the scintillating satisfaction of their cocks spasming together into orgasm, their shafts pinned tightly together as their cocks twitched and pulsated through their heavenly orgasms. It took only a few more thrusts for that desire to be realised in explosive brilliance.

Lavender's thrusts continued to increase in pace until she felt her heavy cum-laden balls tighten. One more thrust caused her body to freeze as her cock spasmed and sent several long, thick strands of cum pumping from the head of her cock. Those strands flew through the air with force, splattering across Trelawny's body in spectacular for. Unbroken strands of cum stretched from Trelawny's chin to stomach, with several small strands splattering the woman's face and bulging glasses. Her breasts were doused in the substance as Lavender milked her balls completely and utterly dry. The feeling of the girl cumming was enough to coax Trelawny into orgasm as well, her cock pulsating and sending an equally large orgasm pouring from her tip. Due to the angle, the cum was directed towards herself, causing the thick strands to layer over Lavender's, covering the older Professor in a substantial coat of thick cum. Continuing to thrust until both of them were completely drained, Lavender sank back onto her heels, letting go of their cocks and admiring her handiwork. Once again, Trelawny had provided one of the most intense and substantial orgasms in Lavender's recent memory. It was rare for her to have such a large amount of cum explore in such titillating fashion unless she saved up for days. However, Trelawny's methods seemed a sure-fire way to have such absolutely blissful orgasms. This was also the first time that she had seen Trelawny layered in cum with the perverse teacher always insisting on painting Lavender features with her seed. Needless to say, Lavender found a great deal of kinky satisfaction in reversing that dynamic and showing Trelawny the benefits of a good old-fashioned facial. Breathless and drained, the two remained frozen in place, cum dripping over Trelawny's oiled body, the streaks of cum unable to rest in place due to her slickened flesh.

"I… I do believe that… that was… enlightening," Trelawny managed to stammer, her words forced through strands of cum, her fingers wiping her face clean of as much as she could. Lavender smirked. As much as she loved Trelawny and was engrossed in the world of divination, even she couldn't deny that Trelawny had a way of spouting nonsense at times. Whenever she was in her element, Lavender was inspired, yet when she was fumbling her way through in vain search of some form of meaning, the young girl couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Yes… Quite. Shall I fetch you a towel, Professor?" Lavender offered, rolling over and clambering off the mattress, being careful not to slip on the tiles as she staggered down the small stairs towards the large stack of fluffy white towels that Apolline kept in the room.

"If you wouldn't mind. I… As beneficial as this is… I… its messing with the precise balance of aromas from the incense and… and such," Trelawny explained, following Lavender's movements instinctively, her eyes latched onto the plumpness of the girl's ass cheeks and the delightful way that they bounced.

"Of course," Lavender smirked, grabbing a towel and throwing it to the Professor. As Trelawny began to clean herself up, Lavender glanced towards the door. It was unlocked. Debating it internally, Lavender felt a modicum of guilt in even thinking about leaving the Professor. But… this manor was filled with beautiful men and women, all of whom were gathered her for some kind of sexual truce. It… It felt like a waste to not go and explore that opportunity as opposed to clinging to experiences that she had relished countless times. Before Trelawny's glasses cleared, Lavender made the decision. Her inner-eye had communed the answer and she raced quickly out the door, careful not to slip and slide on the marble floors of Delacour Manor, leaving in her wake a cum-drenched oblivious Professor Sybil Trelawny.

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Excitement followed every step that Ron took. Much like many other attendees, there was an air of optimism surrounding their initial pairing. With the salacious possibilities on offer, Ron couldn't help but ponder eagerly upon who would be waiting for him in his designated room. A Delacour perhaps? One of his cute classmates? Maybe one of the teacher's in attendance. Even the possibility of Narcissa Malfoy remained enticing. The idea of fucking Draco's mother had a wealth of perverse delights to savour. Standing outside of his room, he double-checked his token one last time before pushing open the door. Stepping inside, he was met with a large open bedroom. It was as resplendent as the rest of the rooms in the house, adorned silver and crystal, with white and blue silk draped across every possible surface. At the far end, a large bed was neatly made and appeared sizable enough to hold more than two people. It seemed that even the most innocuous of bedspread in the Delacour estate was sizable enough to allow for scintillating experiences beyond a simple twosome. A crackling fire had already been lit and the elegant wood cabinet that every room was stocked with had been already perused. A smile curled across Ron's lips as he saw the many different toys and implements stocked within. He also smiled at the knowledge that he had been paired with someone who was acutely interested in the many devices, with a lot of them having been plucked from their rack and clumsily put back in place. With nervous trepidation, Ron glanced around the room, looking hopefully for the person he'd be spending his time with. Yet as his eyes fell upon the small sofa in front of the flickering fire, his heart began to sink. He hadn't exactly lucked out. There weren't the silvery blonde locks of a Delacour, or the familiar features of one of his classmates, nor the mature demure of a member of the Hogwarts faculty. Instead, there was the recognisable bristle of a closely shaven-buzz cut. Of all the people attending the talks, he had to go and get paired with Viktor Krum.

GAY CONTENT

Turning around at the sound of the door, Viktor rose to his feet out a chivalric instinct. Facing Ron, his face fell a little as he saw the redhead staring back at him, disappointed. Bowing his head, a little, Krum reconciled the fact that he hadn't gotten his ideal partner, before stepping forwards his hand outstretched, "Ronald Weasley? It good to see you again."

"Yeah… You too, Viktor," Ron sighed, begrudgingly extending his hand clasping Viktor's. The formality of the situation only seemed to make it all the worse for Ron, yet as their hands fell away, an awkward silence fell over them, with neither knowing how to approach the obvious.

"I… am… surprised to see you pair with me. I hoped for Hermy-own-ninny…" Viktor confessed, his fingers fidgeting as he explained his disappointment. In hindsight, Ron would have been happy to have paired with Hermione, even if it would be comparatively unadventurous. Chuckling nervously, Viktor asked, "How is she?"

"Hermione? She's good. Yeah, real good. We're like… er… kind of dating, now. Like a couple. Together. Me and her. Hermione and Ron… so, yeah…" Ron said proudly, puffing up his chest a little as he bragged about him and Hermione's relationship. The sting of Hermione's thing with Viktor had been rekindled, especially given Viktor's not so subtle indication of lingering feeling.

"Oh… I see," Viktor nodded, taking what Ron was saying at face value. He wasn't lying, yet the dogmatic way in which he spoke gave Viktor pause. As such, he tentatively stammered towards his next question, eventually blurting it out without much thought, "It is serious?"

"Yeah, super serious. Totally serious. We're…" Ron began boldly, standing defensive of their relationship, but ultimately defending something that didn't need defending. Such was the way of jealousy. He caught onto the bizarre way he was acting and allowed his dogmatic sentiments to fade slowly away, "Very… serious…"

"I hope she is happy," Viktor smiled, a sincere genuineness on the man's face. Breathing slowly, he then turned to the more pressing matter at hand. Still unsure how to say what he was thinking, Viktor battled with both the language barrier and the inherent awkwardness of the topic, "She does not mind that we do the love-making?"

"The what?" Ron exclaimed, his eyes widening at the implication. He and Viktor were going to make love? The words he used made Ron's heart race. It was very rare he'd describe sex as love-making and that was almost always with Hermione. The notion that this encounter with Krum would be anything other than platonic was incredulous. With his initial reaction aside, Ron realised he was simply using the words he knew regardless of their connotations, "Oh… Erm… No, but I mean… Do… do we have to? I mean, I'm not exactly that into… guys."

"It is not my preference. But there is spell. We must make love to break it," Viktor reminded Ron, gesturing the faint blue glow linger over the door to the room. Wincing once again at Viktor's use of the word love, Ron had to quickly stop him before continuing.

"Can you… not call it love-making?" Ron asked, wanting this to remain friendly at most. Even if Viktor didn't mean it in the way he was expressing himself, it still made Ron shiver. Just being near naked with Viktor was enough to get his stomach turning. The chiselled masculine form of Viktor's muscular figure was a daunting sight in itself; especially with his boxers bulging as they were. Ron couldn't help but dread the moment their cocks could be in open comparison with one another.

"What else would I call it?" Krum asked, his knowledge of the English language being passing at best. The majority of people he had had sex with spoke his language and as such he could describe sex much better. Simply put, he wasn't familiar with the terminology.

"Sex? Fucking? Either of those is better," Ron explained, choosing more vulgar and less implicative words. Quickly brushing past that, he tried in vain to reason with Krum in regard to them actually having sex, "But that's beside the point. Guys aren't my…"

"Sex? I do not know this word. It is love-making?" Krum asked somewhat bluntly, noting the word down for future use. Having interrupted Ron, Krum inadvertently caused the redhead to start blustering a little, trying to get his point across with little success.

"Yes… It is, but I…" Ron began once again, trying to explain that he didn't exactly favour having sex with guys and wanted to avoid it where possible, all the while remaining wilfully ignorant to the fact that this was situation that very much warranted.

"Then we will do the sex?" Krum asked, eagerly using the new word and looking to Ron for approval in regard to the correct usage. Sighing, Ron ultimately realised that he was arguing with himself if anything. Whilst he had nothing against sex with guys given it largely identical to women, he still didn't prefer it. Regardless, he wasn't going to convince Krum otherwise.

"I… I suppose we have to, don't we? I…" Ron groaned, relenting to himself and looking Krum in the eye. It wouldn't be that bad, he thought. He and Krum were on the same page. It wasn't like Krum was super into guys and was going to relish this opportunity with avid enthusiasm

"It is similar to with girl?" Krum asked, further indicating the level of inexperience he was operating with and strangely comforting Ron in the process. It was weird having to have sex with someone he was so contentiously jealous of a few years ago, but it could be worse.

"Pretty much. Not that I have much experience mind you. I pretty much only have sex with girls, you know," Ron clarified, his bravado once again flaring up as he tried to back-peddle away from the assumption he slept with a lot of guys before.

"Then you will bend over?" Krum asked, taking Ron completely by surprise. At no point had Ron figured he would be the one taking from Krum. That idea was absurd to him. The idea that he would allow himself to get fucked by someone his girlfriend previously dated was insane. It didn't matter that Ron preferred to bottom. Preferences didn't even come into the equation. It was a power thing. A masculinity thing.

"Why would I bend over?" Ron asked defensively, offending that Krum would make the assumption that he'd be the one bottoming. Little did Ron know, Krum had good reason to come to that conclusion, a fact that Ron seemed to be blissfully unaware of.

"You are wearing… what is word… jock-strap?" Krum gestured, pointing to Ron's choice of underwear. The jock-strap was nothing special, a simple stretch of black fabric that served to accentuate the plump fleshiness of Ron's admittedly juicy ass.

"I'm… oh, yeah? So?" Ron asked, confused as to what Krum was saying. The Bulgarian had opted for an incredibly tight-fitting pair of white boxers, that seemed to mould his physique perfectly, his cock almost outlined in its entirety against his thigh.

"It… it has hole? Made for love-ma… the sex?" Krum said, correcting himself as he told Ron was the sexual use for a jock-strap was. Stammering helplessly, Ron couldn't come up with a response, his cheeks turning red from the embarrassment of his mistake. Flustered, he relented, bowing his head in defeat and succumbing to the fact that Krum would be the one fucking him.

"I just… You know what fine. I'll… I'll bottom," Ron sighed, glad that this was a private space and that he wasn't going to be openly doing this. If Harry or Ginny ever found out, he would never live it down. Breathing softly, Ron moved past Krum towards the bed, stopping at the last moment to address Krum, "Just… not a word of this to anyone. Please? It…"

"Sex is a private affair. I do not discuss it with others," Krum said rather stoically and gentlemanly. No doubt it would have made a girl quiver if they were in Ron's position. Instead, it simply quelled Ron's fears that this would be the talking point of the party, despite the fact that there were far more estranged pairings going at it than him and Krum. If anything, this was tame. Even if it did seem mean more to Ron than anything else in that moment.

"Good… Good…" Ron breathed, moving over to the bed. Clambering up onto the mattress, he got himself into a comfortable position, using one of the conveniently shaped pillows to support himself. No doubt Apolline had dressed every bed with pillows and cushions she personally saw as beneficial to sex. This one allowed Ron to prop his ass up a little, allowing for a better angle. As he got comfortable, he rested his cheek on another pillow, just in time to feel the bed sink down a little. Calling out from his position, Ron was quick to remind Krum not to go in dry, blissfully unaware that Krum had no intention of making such a school-boy error, "Let's get this over with. I think there's lube in the… oh!"

His gasp of surprise was not one of pain, but rather of pleasure. He had expected Krum to grab some lube, slicken his cock and get to work on bringing them both to orgasm so that they could go explore pleasures that were more to their tastes. Instead, Krum evidently was not as averse to gay sex as Ron and had every intention of fucking Ron in the same manner that he would a woman. Which meant foreplay. The sudden gasp that came from Ron's lips didn't come from the sudden plunge of a dry cock, but rather the sudden push of a slickened tongue. Planting his hands-on Ron's ass cheeks, Viktor spread each plump half apart, revealing the redhead's well-worked and loosened hole. Lowering his lips, Krum ran his tongue suddenly and swiftly across his puckered entrance, flicking deftly across the wrinkled hole, much to Ron's surprise. Before Ron could protest, Viktor's arm snaked around both of his thighs, pulling the redhead sharply backwards, all the while his tongue ran wildly across his rosebud. Darting back and forth, Viktor was quick to lather every aspect of Ron's asshole with saliva, his own cock throbbing against the confines of his boxers. Unable to fight the pleasure of a good rimming, Ron gritted his teeth and let out a pleasured moan. Each rush of Viktor's tongue across his sensitive flesh sent shivers through his body, his cock throbbing between his thighs. Moaning for more, Ron unwittingly prompted Viktor on further, the Bulgarian chasing each and every moan. With the entirety of Ron's outside covered in spittle, Viktor turned his attention towards penetrating the redhead. Pulling back for a moment of air, Viktor quickly pulled his own boxers off, unveiling his thick cock. The hand not wrapped around Ron's thighs holding him in place dropped quickly to his cock, lightly stroking himself off as pre-cum dripped from his bulbous tip. Returning his lips to Ron's ass, Viktor was forced to push his face between Ron's surprisingly juicy cheeks, shifting back and forth in search of his entrance. Smothered amidst his flesh, Viktor angled his tongue towards Ron's tight entrance and made swift work of plunging deep within.

Ron's prolific preference of being fucked in the ass left little defence for Viktor's tongue, with the man plunging his slicked muscle deep into Ron's asshole with a single push. Both groaned from the satisfaction of the push, with Krum tightening the grip around his cock in anticipation for what was proving to be a tight asshole. Wriggling back and forth, Krum allowed his tongue to explore Ron's pliable depths, delighted by the fact that Ron seemed to adjust to each probing movement. The initial tightness of the redhead's hole melted away to accommodate each stretching movement of his tongue, suggesting the Ron's ass would fit snugly around his cock for a nice fuck. Perhaps this wouldn't be as bad as Viktor anticipated. His hand was growing glossy with pre-cum, the soft slapping sound of his hand jerking back and forth drawing Ron's attention. Moaning softly into the pillow, Ron focussed on the pleasure, doing his best to enjoy a less than ideal situation. Viktor was proving to be a deft oralist, with his tongue shifting back and forth, exploring his depths avidly, his movement unhampered by Ron's ass cheeks. A part of Ron wanted to drop a hand to his own cock and lightly stroke himself, but he knew that his sensitivity would undoubtedly lead him to an early orgasm, something he didn't want to happen for his lingering desire to maintain his masculinity. As such, he simply allowed his ass to by lightly stretched and sufficiently lubricated by Viktor's tongue, the man's movements eliciting a number of shivering sensations of pleasure, especially as he arched his tongue and stretched as deep as possible, the flailing laps of the tip barely managing to glance against his prostate. Those brief bursts of intensity were enough to keep Ron captivated. Keeping his head facing forwards, he allowed his eyes to roll closed, imagining that it was Hermione or Fleur behind him, yet he was unable to shake the image of Viktor toned and muscular frame. Picturing Harry behind him did little to change it, with Ron always returning to Krum's familiar brutish face. Unable to escape the reality, he was forced to succumb to it.

Plucking his tongue out of Ron's ass, Viktor held it rigidly against his entrance and lightly began to shift back and forth, using the morsel as if it were a cock or finger, lightly thrusting into Ron's rapidly puckering hole. Moaning softly at the change of pace, Ron welcomed it. He was racing towards an orgasm and the change gave him time to recuperate. That was until the arm around his thighs shifting slightly and he felt Viktor's calloused hands groping at his covered cock. Groaning, Ron winced at the feeling, partly because of how pleasurable was, but mainly because of the unmistakable feeling of Krum's hands. They were the quintessential worn palms of a stereotypical man. It was made all the worse when Viktor's hands slipped inside the jockstrap and began to squeeze and fondle at his shaft, squeezing the sensitive length and lightly groping at his balls. It was a pleasurable change from what he was used to. He was used the velvety silky embrace of Hermione's hands, so to have the opposite was just as sensational. However, as the pleasure intensified, Ron couldn't help but pull it self-consciously back to himself. He had neither velvety or seasoned hands. His was rather regular. Irrespective of the fact that his hands were undoubtedly pleasurable, he saw the fact that they were different to Krum's or Hermione's as a lesser. The merit of his own embrace was dwindled in eyes for the sake of those he felt a sexual jealousy towards. Ultimately, the thought was a lingering one as Krum plunged his tongue deep inside of him, giving one final burst of wriggling pleasure before pulling out. Breathing heavily, Ron felt a strange sense of relief for all but a moment. Suddenly, Krum lowered his lips once more, yet not to his asshole, but to his ass cheek. The loud sound of an emphasised kiss filled the room and darkened Ron's cheeks in embarrassment. Why his cheeks went flush he couldn't explain. Maybe it was because he viewed it as a powerplay by Krum. Or maybe it was the blood finally rushing through the rest of his body as his cock grew as fat it could.

Once again, Ron expected to feel Viktor's cock against his asshole, yet once again he surprised. Instead of leaping to fucking Ron, Viktor instead sidled slowly around Ron's prostrated form and shifted to Ron's side. Looking up, the redhead saw Viktor's muscular form looming over him, his chiselled pecs and toned abs standing as a beacon to everything Ron wanted his own body to be. Slowly, his eyes trailed down to Viktor's crotch and to the thick cock standing proudly at attention. It seemed to large, yet if it were to be compared to Ron's it may have seemed smaller. That didn't matter to Ron. In the moment, he was quick to forget the impressive size of his own cock in favour of needlessly aggrandising someone else's. Viktor's hand was wrapped around his base, his other hand resting on Ron's lower back. In his stunted English, Krum asked, "You prefer to suck? Or to lick the asshole?"

"I… Suck…" Ron blurted out, a little taken aback by the bluntness of the question. With his answer given, Ron watched as Krum shifted forwards, the man guiding his cock towards the redhead's lips. Opening his mouth, he tentatively took his tip between his lips. Enveloping the purplish flesh, Ron instinctively salivated at the taste of pre-cum, moaning softly as he eased his lips further along the cock. Treating it like any other cock, Ron let his tongue race back and forth across the sensitive tip before falling flat against the base of Viktor's shaft, allowing his lips to glide effortlessly along the man's length. Having been trained on Hermione and other girls of considerable length, Krum's cock posed no issue for him aside from perhaps his width, but even then, Ron's lips stretched easily around his fattened length. Slowly, he worked his lips further and further down, his tongue now trapped in place as opposed to laying dormant. Swallowing easily, Ron took Viktor into his throat, a step that elicited a deep gravelly growl of pleasure from the man, with the hand that was around the base of his cock lifting to rest on Ron's scalp, almost as if to pat his head in pleasured approval.

Continuing to blush deeply, Ron focussed on the blowjob at hand, wrestling with the last few inches of Krum's cock and pushing his lips against the man's shaven crotch. Even his pubic hair was trimmed to that buzzed finish. Again, Ron couldn't help but feel that his choice to remain unshaven was a detriment as opposed to a decision of equal merit, his cheeks darkening once again as Krum's heavy cum-laden balls smacked softly against his chin. Even as his mind reeled with a multitude of different thoughts, even Ron couldn't begrudge himself a carnal moan at the immense satisfaction he always felt from a deepthroat; a satisfaction that was made all the more intense by the sheer thickness of Viktor's cock. Without hesitation, Ron began to bounce his lips back and forth, easily and strangely hungrily gorging himself on the man's cock, effortlessly deepthroating the man's length, all the while focussing on what Krum's hands were doing. The way that Viktor's hand drifted back and forth across his lower back was infuriating, yet Ron struggled to reason as to why. Even as Viktor happily grunted and groaned his approval, openly sawing his hips back and forth, almost lightly fucking Ron's throat, the redhead's attention was focussed on the innocuous hand-movements of a man consumed by the satisfying pleasures of someone's talented throat. Slurping loudly, Ron's cheeks began to stop their reddening as he rationalised the situation. He had nothing to be embarrassed off. It was Viktor who had been buried between his ass cheeks. But even then, he had done so in such a commanding way… No, Ron thought. Viktor Krum ate his ass. How could that in anyway be a point against him? It… Struggling to reason with himself, Ron fell into an almost thoughtless back and forth, lightly suckling on Krum's cock without much thought, only returning to the current moment when Krum's hand no longer rested on his back.

Stirred from his deep combative thought, Ron felt one of Viktor's hands curved down to his ass cheek, lightly squeezing the fleshy handful. Suddenly, Ron felt it; Viktor was going to spank him. That would be it. That would be the first outward sigh on Viktor laying claim to him and dominating in some gesture of overt masculinity. These thoughts clouded Ron's head as his lips hesitated in place, waiting in fretful anticipation for what he had now determined was inevitable. Once again, to his surprise, Viktor curved his hand inwards and brought two of his fingers down towards Ron's asshole. Before he knew it, Ron felt his ass sink inwards and Viktor's hands curl deep inside of him. Moaning in satisfaction, Ron's lips resumed their movement, sloppily bouncing back and forth, his cheeks once again growing flush from his silent cock-stuffed outburst towards Viktor's innocent endeavour to ensure that he remained as pleasured as he was during the blowjob. Easing the digits deep inside, Viktor went in search of Ron's prostate, lightly teasing it with his finger-tips, prompting muffled moans to shudder through his cock. Rocking his two fingers back and forth, he began to finger-fuck the redhead, making a concerted effort to measure each cock-stuffed vibration that went through his cock, not wanting his fingers to impart anything other than pleasure. The two men continued for several minutes, savouring the pleasures the other had to offer, before Krum took the next step of leading to the main event.

"You are comfortable in this position for the sex?" Viktor asked, plucking his cock from Ron's mouth and shuffling backwards. Stopping just shy of Ron's ass, he waited dutifully for Ron's response, not wanting to leap into a position that would hurt.

"Yeah. This is fine… Yeah, go for it," Ron stammered, glancing over his shoulder and watching as Viktor retrieved a bottle of lube, just to ensure that everything was as slick as possible. With his cock positively gleaming and Ron's ass much the same, Viktor took position behind the redhead, one hand resting on Ron's lower back, whilst the other guided the fat tip of his cock towards Ron's asshole. It was in this moment that Ron began to wonder if Krum was really all that bad, a thought that was cemented in his mind by the sudden rush of intense pleasure that surged through his body the moment that Krum's slickened tip pushed inside of his ass, his tight ring rolling nice and snugly around Viktor's bulging, throbbing cock. Moaning in unison, the two set their differences aside for the pursuit of ravenous pleasure; something they would both come to delight in.

Letting go of his cock, Viktor rested both of his hands on the small of Ron's back, one atop the other. Confident that his cock would remain in place, Viktor eased his hips forwards, surprised at the ease with which his cock carved into Ron's ass. Having tested the waters, Krum didn't hesitate in pushing his hips forwards, nestling the entirety of his cock inside of Ron. Groaning softly, Ron felt Krum's increased thickness press against his prostate, squeezing it that little bit extra, milking pre-cum from his cock, soaking into his jockstrap. Given Ron's ability to take his cock, Viktor was quick to begin lightly bouncing his hips back and forth, gently fucking Ron with a slow, but continuous pace, his hands coaxing Ron's ass back to meet each of his thrusts, a soft jiggle rippling through his plump cheeks. Moaning in tandem, the two let the slapping of wet flesh fill the room, with Krum's heavy balls softly colliding with Ron's, adding a dull pleasurable addition to what was already a slow and measured fuck. Once again confident in Ron's ability, Krum began to speed up, further probing just how easily Ron could take a thick cock. Not wanting to hurt the redhead, he began to incorporate sharp and sudden thrusts amidst his rapidly increasing thrusts, peppering the bursts of intensity alongside the slower and deeper strokes, ultimately creating a rather pleasant balance of rough hard pounding and mellow intimate thrusts.

Ron completely gave into the pleasure, pushing back onto each of Krum's thrusts, happily taking the cock in his stride, displaying his own sense of control and dominance, coaxing Krum into harder thrusts, eager to display the fact that he could in fact take the harder pounding; a strange, yet rather refreshing form of masculinity. Grunting, Krum was happy to oblige, silently impressed at each slick and easy thrust into Ron's tight depths, the man's hole clutching at his cock yet never impeding a swift thrust. It was a rare thing to feel like a hole was perfectly fitted for your cock, yet Ron appeared to have the unique talent to adapt to whatever shaft was plunged deep inside of him. Growing more intense with his thrusts, Viktor no longer held back, hammering his cock suddenly and with immense power. Their fucking ground to a halt as the resonant smack of flesh filled the room, a grunt of pleasure escaping Viktor's lips and a soft groan rolling from Ron's mouth. Expecting that to be a step to far, Viktor prepared to apologise, only to have Ron pull his hips forwards, encouraging a second thrust to match it. Smirking, Krum did as Ron bade him and began to pound away, each thrust slamming deep into Ron's ass, sending intense moans of pleasure through both of their bodies. Ron's prostate shrank beneath each thrust only to throb in desperation for another plunge, whilst Krum's cock twitched and pulsated with each welcome drive into Ron's ass. Needless to say, the pleasure was mounting and with the talented oral handiwork the two had displayed prior, neither one was going to be able to stave of the orgasm in the coming moments.

Keen not to pump Ron full of his cum, Krum waited until the last few moments before pulling his cock out of Ron's ass. Groaning in disappointment, Ron felt his own cock begging to be squeezed and fondled to orgasm. Rolling onto his knees, Ron faced Krum as he peeled the jock-strap to one side, revealing his cock. Latching his hand around his length, he began to jerk, the two men unflinchingly ogling the other's thick shaft as they did so. It didn't take long for the realisation to dawn upon them. Apolline was very specific with her words. Each must bring the other to orgasm. It was Ron who put two and two together, with the two of them feeling that frustratingly annoying feeling that witches knew all too well. To consumed by the heat of the moment, Ron reached his hand forward and began to clumsily jerk Viktor's cock, pumping his hand back and forth as best as he could at the awkward angle. Quick to do the same, Viktor and Ron experienced immediate results, with both of their cocks twitching hungrily in each other's hands and suddenly sending several thick streams of cum into the air. Groaning, the two milked each other dry, allowing the cum to splatter against the stomachs and thighs, the last few trickles leaking onto the bed sheet. Slumping back with softened cocks, the two fought to reclaim the steadiness of their breath, their brows agleam with sweat. Eventually, the two regained their senses, the awkward aftermath ensuing. It was Ron who broke the silence, as he stowed his cock away, "I think the less said, the better."

"I agree. It… was not unpleasant, but… better kept between us," Viktor agreed, grabbing his boxers and pulling them back on after having cleaned himself up. As the two went towards the door, the magical ward dissipating as they neared, Ron turned to Krum lingering for a moment. Extending his hand, Ron smiled begrudgingly. He didn't like the man, but that said less about Krum and more about himself. Strangely, this had helped that realisation along.

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What Katie had anticipated and hoped would be an utterly amazing experience unlike any she had previously delighted in was slowly turning into one of the most torturously long build-ups she had been forced to endure. Unlike a number of other attendants to Apolline's peace talks, Katie hadn't been burned by her designated partner. Quite the opposite. As she stepped into the small upstairs bedroom, her heart skipped a proverbial beat as she looked upon the looming of Madam Maxime. Of all the people in the manor, Katie was perhaps one of the only ones silently wishing she got one of the more… peculiar invitees. A part of her quivered in excitement at imagining the rough, pounding ecstasy that could come a result of Firenze hammering her asshole hard and fast. Yet, second on her list was none other than the half-giantess. Perhaps it was a little insensitive on her part to expect someone such as herself to be particularly well-endowed, yet Katie couldn't help but wonder just how giant's blood effect a woman's physique. And so, when she stepped into that small room and saw Madame Maxime her asshole ached in anticipation as her cock twitched. She was going to soon discover the true magnitude of a half-giant's cock. With a little slow preamble, the two quickly found themselves on the bed, getting ready to go at it, Katie's hands hungrily peeling Maxime's panties downwards. Gasping in shock as the heavy shaft flopped from, Katie practically melted in delight. It was over a foot long. It had to be. And it was impossibly thick. On anyone else's body it would have seemed obscenely inhuman, yet, supported between the giantess's staunch thighs, it looked nothing short of perfect. And Katie was eager to experience all of the carnal delight that came with such a pronounced cock.

Rising to her feet, Katie came face to face with Maxime who remained on her knees. Enchanted by the woman's mammoth length, Katie lunged forwards with her lips and embraced Maxime in an impassioned kiss. Their lips rushed against each other's, with Katie's pert lips seeming somewhat insignificant against Maxime's. It was a strange kiss, yet It was fuelled by carnal desire and a want to get right into it. As she mauled Maxime's lips with her own, Katie's hands were getting busy. She started at first wrestling with Maxime's brassiere, deciding that if the giantess was going to fuck her, she wanted those plump, juicy breasts freed so that they could slap together under their weight. Katie could imagine it. Each heaving, hungry thrust from Maxime's cock would have the power of her large, muscular physique, her breasts undoubtedly rippling from the impact. Growing wild with perverse thoughts, Katie unclasped the woman's bra, dropping to the side and stealing herself a brief squeeze of each of her tits. They seemed to spill endlessly over her fingers in such a delicious way. Whilst Katie had never fucked anyone with large breasts, she certainly didn't expect her first foray into the realm of bustier girls to be such a drastic one. Breathing hungrily, Katie pulled away, moaning deeply as she Maxime's flesh squeezed between her thin fingers. Unable to hold herself back any longer, Katie unceremoniously plucked her own bra loose, stopping only for a moment to compare the relative smallness of her petite handfuls when compared with the lumbering half-giant's bust. Dropping her panties, Katie exposed her modest six-inch cock, jerking it softly as she again compared herself. Where other more self-conscious people would have blushed in embarrassment due to her paltry size, Katie revelled in it. She wasn't one to use her cock, so the fact that her short length was significantly dwarfed by Maxime's was nothing but exciting. Her ass tightened at the mere thought, her prostate thrumming and begging to be fucked, pounded and ground into a quaveringly pleasurable dust.

With both of them naked, Katie leapt like an excitable child from the bed and rush to the nearby dresser. Grabbing the first bottle of lube, she ignored the astonished look on Maxime's face and instead rushed hurriedly back to the bed. Uncapping the bottle, Katie let out a low groan of pleasure as she drizzled a large streak along Maxime's cock. It was seemingly endless. It weighed on Katie's hand as she held it upright, the cock begging to sink beneath its own weight. Dropping the lubricant, Katie began to run her hands hungrily along her cock, marvelling at the time it took to reach from base to tip, quivering in anticipation as she tried to stretched her fingers around the width, happily lubricating the thick length in anticipation of having her insides rearranged with it. What normally took several seconds took near enough a minute or so, with Katie making sure that every inch was sufficiently glossy. Despite her hastiness to get it inside her, she was still conscious of the fact she was taking a half-giant's cock. With Maxime's cock completely coated, Katie rose to her knees and grinned salaciously up at Maxime, the two locking eyes. Drizzling some more lube onto her hand, Katie curved it back towards her asshole, quickly coating her puckered entrance easing a single finger inside. She barely recognised the digit. It was such a paltry length compared to what she was used to and to what she was expecting. It was nothing but a formality that preceded her proudly throwing the lube aside, turning around and pushing her ass hungrily towards Maxime's crotch, expecting the woman to mount and fuck her into senseless oblivion. Katie could feel it in her mind. That familiar stretch, that slow build of pressure. It was going to happen any second. She would feel that recognisable sensation only for it to be followed by overwhelming bliss. It was such a magnificent cock. It was the cock that would test her power-bottoming abilities and she was going to ensure that she took every bulging inch inside of her. Any second now. Any second now, Maxime would plunder her tight hole, ravishing, ripping her in two with pleasurable delight. Any… Second… Now… Yet, several seconds passed. Several long, painfully unpleasable seconds where Katie's ass gaped and begged to be filled, yet Maxime remained fixed in place.

"Are you sure you would like to be ze bottom?" Madame Maxime asked in drawling French accent, her words kind and conscientious. She of all people was not blind to the fact that she was hardly the conventional lover. In fact, she was far from it. She had long lived with the frustrations of cramming a large cock into small panties and knew all to well that her sizable length was not prone to be stuffed into small place.

"Yes… Of course. Just…. Just fuck me?" Katie breathed, her lust clouding her head as she instinctively pushed her ass back, half hoping to catch Maxime's cock and sheathe it deep inside of her. Instead, she felt on of the woman's large hands rest on her back, holding her still.

"I 'ave an awfully big cock. Zat iz ze problem with being an 'alf-giantess. Perhaps you would be more comfortable swapping positions with moi?" Maxime suggested, looking down at the lithe, petite girl in front of her. In comparison to her, Katie beyond tiny.

"No… It's fine. Trust me, I can take it," Katie insisted, her frustration mounting as the gnawing desire for pleasure rooted itself deep inside her clutching ass. That feeling of emptiness was beginning to taunt. Even her own finger would be enough to curb that feeling, yet why would she use her finger when such a gorgeous cock was completely at her disposal.

"Are you sure? You are an awfully petite girl. I would 'ate to 'urt you," Maxime purred, managing to use a single hand to stop Katie's cock-hungry pushes backwards. It would be incredibly ease to man-handle Katie, yet Maxime refrained, remaining blind to Katie's abilities.

"I can take it. Now just fuck me," Katie ordered, glancing over her shoulder and immediately regretting the twitch of arousal that rushed along her cock as a result of seeing Maxime's breasts, the woman's round puffy nipples beginning to harden with each breath she took.

"Perhaps I ought to stretch you a little. Zere are a few toys I could use to prepare you," Maxime suggested, pointing towards the cabinet of implements, thinking that a slow build up would be best. Despite her words, Maxime wasn't completely ignorant to Katie's insistence. Yet, Maxime had bedded many overzealous lovers whose insistence as to their anal abilities left them crying into a pillow as they clutched a bag of ice to their asshole.

"I don't need preparing, just… put it in," Katie growled, her annoyance mounting increasingly quickly. Biting her lip, she had half a mind to attempt to wrestle Maxime flat on the bed and impale herself, yet that hand on her back kept her pinned in place. Even if she could try and do so, Maxime could surely dominate her.

"Would you like to try just ze tip? To see if you like it?" Maxime coddled, treating her as a furtive and inexperienced lover, taking their first steps into this new world of pleasure. Never once did Maxime indulge Katie's desire to have her ass at least toyed with. A finger would have quelled her burgeoning distaste for Maxime's continued hesitation, yet she didn't even dare do that much. A part of Katie wondered if this was Maxime's plan. To taunt her. To make her beg. To hold her on the cusp of pleasure, but never actually commit. If that was her plan, it was working in every frustrating capacity she intended.

"I know that I like cocks in my ass, so just slam it in," Katie mewled annoyedly. Silence fell between the two. A hopeful silence for Katie as she assumed Maxime was quietly relenting. Hoping to feel that slow and steady push at her asshole, Katie instead heard Maxime speak once more.

"You are certain?" she asked, almost as if she was prodding a lion. Katie's fists clenched against the bed-sheets, her teeth gritting painfully together as she exploded in a momentary burst of angry frustration, all the while Maxime continued to loom in place, taunting her.

"Yes!" Katie exclaimed loudly and bitterly, hoping that the screamed response would be enough to convince the seemingly block-headed woman behind her that she did in fact want to be fucked in the ass. Yet, once again, Katie found disappointment to be her answer.

"Because I would be 'appy to let you fuck me. I know it iz tradition at least in France for ze older one to penetrate ze younger, but we can forgo such formalities. You're cock may be small, but we can find ozer ways to pleasure me once you 'ave cum," Maxime added, noting Katie's comparatively tiny length. It wasn't rare for normal sized men and women to be able to bring her to orgasm with their cocks, yet Maxime was confident that a cock of Katie's size would scarcely be felt inside of her. In fact, it was liable to not even provide much pleasure for Katie.

"Trust me. I can and want to take your cock in my ass. It's big, but I can handle it. I've fucked the biggest cocks in Hogwarts, sometimes at the same time. My ass has had its share of stretching. So, if you wouldn't mind just getting on with it ramming your fat fucking cock deep into my fucking ass," Katie growled through gritted teeth, almost snarling as she stared behind her, boring her eyes deep into Maxime's face.

"Mon dieu… No need to be so bitter," Maxime sighed, finally relenting. As Katie turned around, taking a deep breath to clear her clouded thoughts, she unwittingly failed to catch the wry smile curling across Maxime's lips as her hand slowly inched along Katie's back. Stifling a laugh, Maxime asked, "Can I ask one last time; what it specifically iz you want me to do?"

"Fuck's sake… I want you to fuck me as hard as you possible…" Katie growled hoarsely, furious that she had to spell it out again. Yet, as those words escaped her lips, she was suddenly silenced. Maxime's hand lunged forwards and suddenly grabbed Katie by her pony-tail, sharply tugging her head backwards. Gasping loudly, Katie felt that sudden sting of pain as her scalp tightened, her head reared back. Her words caught in her throat, her supple lips barely able to force out her final sound, "Can…"

"What iz ze old saying zat you British always spout… Be careful what you wish for? I truly 'ope you are as talented as you say you are. If not…" Maxime purred with an unmistakable sexual drawl. With her free hand, she lifted her weight cock and slapped it firmly between Katie's cheeks, thrusting forwards until her crotch was pressed against those plump, apple-shaped cheeks. Katie could feel the entire length of Maxime's cock draped over her, stretching up from between her ass cheeks, the tip resting on the small of her back. Shivering at the realisation of large the cock was in relation to her, Katie smiled softly, knowing this would be heaven. With each word that Maxime spoke, she slowly drew her hips back, easing her cock back along the crack of Katie's ass; inch by inch, emphasising each of sultry syllables. Slowly, but surely, her cock was brought back towards Katie's gaping hole. Supporting her heavy cock with her hand so as to not let it flop beneath its weight, Maxime nestled the tip of her gargantuan length against Katie's entrance and purred softly to Katie's awaiting ears, "You will be when I'm done…"

And with that, Maxime pushed steadily forwards at a slow pace, easing the head of her cock easily into Katie's arse. Moaning happily as her gaping ring rolled snugly over Maxime's engorged cock, Katie grinned at the wave of satisfaction that came from having her pent-up desires finally alleviated. The thickness was just perfect; the right amount of stretch and satisfying fullness, yet not so much as to ache. Impressed at the initial push, Maxime continued forwards, her sawing thrust carving swiftly into Katie's depths, inch by inch swiftly becoming enveloped in her tight, spasming hole. To her credit, Katie was easily able to take the majority of Maxime's cock without even batting any eyelid, her eyes rolled closed in a sensual bliss. It was only as last quarter of the mammoth length tried to wrestle its way past her entrance that Katie's face squinted slightly in pain. She could feel her stomach swell to accommodate the massive length; her ass cheeks forced apart by the thickness of Maxime's cock. As her ass tightened and impeded Maxime's forward push, the giantess tightened her grip on Katie's hair, pulling slowly backwards so as to create an anchor point to further drive her cock forwards. If Katie was insistent on being fucked, then she would take every last inch like a good and dutiful slut. To say her tightness became overwhelming would be an overstatement. It was a mere bump on the road to complete penetration, yet Katie felt that sharp pain nonetheless, even as her prostate was milked for all the intense pleasure it could provide. Moaning, she felt her cock throb between her thighs, pre-cum beading and dripping from her engorged tip, her foreskin half rolled down her bulbous head, exposing the sensitive purplish flesh to the cool air of the room. With one last push, Maxime rested her shaven crotch against Katie's round, bare ass. The girl felt positively full, to the point of near unbearable intensity. The subtle thrum of Maxime's cock played a torturous pleasurable melody against her prostate, the young Brit on the verge of begging once again to be fucked.

Slowly and with a measured precision, Maxime pulled her hips back, pulling as far out of Katie's ass as her large cock would allow. Only around half was able to glide from Katie's ass without Maxime shuffling backwards to free it, meaning that her thrusts would be rather shallow. At least in Maxime's mind. In Katie's mind, it was a plentiful size to be fucked with. Driving forwards, Maxime slammed her hips against Katie's ass, the young girl's eyes flying open as her lips dropped in shock. The resonant slap of flesh filled the room, the smacking sound lingering for several seconds in Katie's ears, her cheeks still rippling from the impact. The gasp that escaped her lips was heard only by herself as she could barely force a sound out before a moan was drawn swiftly after. It came as a result of Maxime easing her cock slowly back out, allowing Katie to adjust and prepare for the second powerful thrust. It came as quick and as suddenly as the first. The moment that Maxime reached the apex of her outward pull, she drove back in, not giving Katie a second to revel in that delightful feeling of emptiness. She was allowed only a momentary spasm of the sensation before she was filled once again, another grunted moan escaping her lips. Soft and measured breaths left Maxime's lips as she kept her silent delight in Katie's anal abilities to herself. Perhaps she had underestimated the young girl; Perhaps… There was still much for the girl to prove given as Maxime had barely felt a shiver in the direction of her orgasm, whilst Katie was near the verge of spraying her heavy pent-up orgasm across the silk sheets beneath her, her body flooded with pure intensity.

The build up to Maxime's promise of hardcore sex was slow and careful, with Maxime still remaining conscious of the young girl's slim frame. As such, her hands slowly began to inch to Katie's hips, grasping them firmly in place. As she drew her cock backwards, Maxime used her strength to shift Katie forwards slightly, allowing another inch of the larger woman's cock to slip from the young girl's hole. Suddenly, Maxime thrust forwards, pulling Katie backwards onto the thrust and once again filling the room with the sensual sound of wet flesh colliding. Katie's eyes rolled closed in pure pleasure, the intensity of said pleasure managing to overcome the pain of the thrust with ease, her entire body seemingly quivering in the aftermath. With a heavy breath, she steadied her position, resisting the urge to allow her elbows to buckle. Several more thrusts followed, with each one seemingly coming quicker and harder. Bit by bit, Maxime pushed the girl's limits, going so far as to launch a sharp barrage of quick successive thrusts before drawing back into her slower pace. Each increase in passionate power brought Katie quivering towards her first orgasm, with her the peak of the pleasure coming seemingly randomly. Her ass spasmed and clenched around Maxime's randomly, her hole hugging at the thick cock as her own shaft flailed in front of her, spilling a thick load of seed unceremoniously onto the bed-sheets. A few moments passed and Katie's cock softened, the orgasm doing nothing to impede the girl's desire to have her ass truly put through its paces. As Maxime regained control of her cock from Katie's spasming hole, the half giant let out the first audible moan for Katie to hear, the salacious drawl of her thick accent appearing utterly divine in tandem with her heavy, power driven thrusts. Having brought Katie to orgasm, the only thing keeping them in this room, aside from a shared desire to push the other to the brink of their physical abilities, was the half-giant's orgasm. And for that to occur, Katie would need to put in a lot more effort.

Sliding her hands a few inches higher on Katie's lithe and nimble frame, Maxime intended to make good use of their size difference. With her hands cemented either side of Katie's chest, her thumbs nestled beneath the girl's breasts, Maxime sunk her entire cock into the girl with a sudden forward thrust. Quivering, Katie was surprised at the sudden halt. Glancing over her shoulder with a means to goad the older woman for her waning stamina, Katie was quickly silenced as she felt her elbows slowly unbending as they braced against the bed. It took a moment, but Katie quickly realised what was going on as her body was lifted slightly into the air. Soon enough, her arms were outstretched yet could barely graze the bedsheets with her finger-tips. With Katie hoisted slightly into the air, Maxime wasted no time in pumping her cock back and forth, lazily shifting Katie's body along her cock, pulling the girl along her shaft as if she was nothing but a toy. The complete control over her body gave the submissive bone in Katie's body a pleasurable tickle, yet it was nothing in comparison to the hammering thrusts that began to drive into her ass as a result. Each one drove harder and faster than the last, with Maxime finally planning to pick up the tempo and push her stamina further beyond its usual place. Heavy breaths became mired amongst each thrust as Maxime exerted herself more and more, whilst the sounds dripping from Katie's limp lips were only of pleasure. With her body practically ragdolling in Maxime's grasp, she was completely at the half-giant's disposal. It meant that every focus of Katie's being was on enjoying the pleasure. There was little else she could do in the situation given that even her wildest flailing would barely reach Maxime, let alone hamper the domineering control she had over the smaller woman. The heavy smacks of Maxime's balls were a thing of wonder as they completely occluded and at times smothered Katie's smaller, drained sack; a small, yet immeasurably perverse delight for Katie.

With a desire to take things further, Maxime effortlessly carried Katie off of the bed, with the half-giant standing swiftly upright. Immediately, Katie let out a groan of pleasure as she felt her feet lift of the ground. Even in Maxime's grasp on the bed, her knees remained limply dangling against the bed, yet when upright, Maxime's legs dwarfed Katie's, meaning that the smaller girl was completely suspended, held aloft only by Maxime's grasp and the thick cock carving its way back and forth into her ass. The new angle and the way her body weighed down on Maxime's cock, meant that the thick length pushed and prodded more firmly against her prostate, with each thrust milking more intense satisfaction. Maxime, beginning glisten with sweat, made short work of establishing a delightful pace. Given the new stance, she could no longer thrusting into Katie whilst pulling Katie backwards, meaning that her only option was to complete commit to using Katie as a fuck-hole-toy, her ass becoming akin to a flesh-light as the larger woman man-handled her back and forth, pumping her cock with the tight spasming ass of the young woman. The intensity of each thrust was made up for by the uniqueness of the angle and pleasure, alongside the raw carnal animalism that came as a result of being used and using someone in such a way. Katie relished it, with her softened cock twitching wildly and slapping against her thighs with each shivering drive into her ass. Her balls, whilst drained and empty, were promising another spike in pleasure with an oncoming orgasm, one that Katie had every intention of simply allowing it to wash over her at a moments notice and without warning. Completely submitting to her role as an unthinking toy, she simply allowed herself to dangle in place, moaning as the pleasure became her one and only focus.

To Maxime's surprise once more, she was rushing rather steadily towards an orgasm as a result of the girl's deft anal abilities. The shuddering pound of each of her thrusts was becoming a rhythmic rush of pleasure for the half-giantess, one she had not experienced for a long time. Usually, it was only the Delacours that could match the half-giant's propensity for powerful sex, with their innate sexuality lending itself to the thick cock and the immense weight behind each thrust, so it was refreshing to know that there were still regular perverts out in the world excelling in their capacity to take a hard and rigorous fucking. Effortlessly pumping Katie back and forth, Maxime began to feel the effects of such a position taking their effect on her thighs. Despite her desire to continue, it was becoming apparent that the final ravenous push towards her orgasm would need to be performed in a slightly more prudent position. As such, she slowly sauntered over to the nearby wall, still matching her pace as she walked, showing just how easily she could use Katie's hole, with each step bringing with it a leisurely thrust into the girl's clutching depths. Katie's eyes had opened at the movement, with each thrust that came during the brief transit bringing a new sensation from the last. The slight shifts in angle rendered her as alight with pleasure, prompting that second orgasm to flood her body, the last trickles of cum leaking down her thigh as she let a few deeper moans escape her lips. Eventually, Katie found herself looking at one of the four walls in the room, perplexed by Maxime's choice of view for the final push.

Stepping forwards, Maxime encouraged Katie to brace herself against the wall. With shaky arms, Katie did as she was bade, giving Maxime the support she needed to start thrust as opposed to moving the girl. As such, the temperate levels took sharp turn to intensity, with Katie's moans being interrupted by each thrust. No longer holding back on the girl, Maxime unleashed the full power of each of her thrusts, with Katie's ass cheeks perpetually bouncing as they grew a darker and darker shade of red with each swinging thrust. The pace was insatiable, with each thrust launching immediately into the next, without a single second of reprieve. In truth, Katie was glad they didn't start like this, for if the entire past hour had been carnal animalistic fervour, she would have been rendered unconscious minutes into it. The sheer intensity was enough to quickly kindle a third orgasm in Katie's empty balls, her cock barely having a moment to recuperate before Maxime hammered Katie's prostate into a peak of bliss. Gritting their teeth, Maxime and Katie fought through the intensity, allowing it to fill with each colliding smack of their weathered bodies. Knowing that their final orgasms were on the horizon, neither of them held back, allowing their moans to turn to grunts and growls, their desire to maintain some element of social decorum devolving into the most erotic and primal of behaviours. Their bodies glistened and gleamed with sweat, the ache of their muscles only made bearable by the pleasure that tempered each dull spasm of weariness. Thrust after thrust; slapping flesh amidst slapping flesh; grunts of delight mired with squeals of ecstasy. It took very little to final bring their quivering bodies to their explosive climax. Katie was first, her orgasm-wearied body requiring very little to satiate. As her arms began to shake, the power of Maxime's last wild thrusts threatening to buckle them beneath the impact and send her face flying into the wall, Katie fought for the last few seconds, eager to embrace that sensuous orgasmic feeling of being filled with a thick and well-deserved load.

Maxime was more than happy to obliged, allowing her orgasm to boil over with each thrust until it exploded wildly into the girl's depths. Burying herself up to the hilt, Maxime growled a near masculine groan as she emptied herself, sending powerful jets of cum deep into Katie's ass. Her arse was stretched and filled to such an extent that the cum quickly rolled back along Maxime's bulging cock, with several thick beads of cum escaping the girl's well-used, well-fucked ass and trickling over her skin. Milked dry, Maxime didn't dare pluck her cock from Katie's hole for fear of causing the girl to collapse. Or for herself to collapse and take them both toppling down. Instead, she mustered the last bursts of her energy to lumber over to the bed, Katie in arm, clamber up onto its surface and finally collapse, allowing Katie's body to drape over her own, the two utterly breathless, gleamed with sweat and leaking cum. Moments passed and quickly turned to minutes as they simply stared at the ceiling above, afraid to move out of fear of the ache of exertion sweeping up on them. That stiffness would be undoubtedly palpable over the next few days and neither woman was eager to feel the lingering fruits of their moment of passion. As such, it was with a great deal of effort and ache that Katie finally unsheathed Maxime from herself and collapsed on the bed beside, face down and ass up, cum leaking from her hole. The soft embrace of the mattress was enough to bring her crashing into a deep sleep, the unbefitting snores of an exhausted woman filling the silent room. Smirking, Maxime intended to leave the girl to her beauty sleep, yet as she moved to stand up, she too felt that ache. Evidently, Katie had forced her to tow the line of her abilities too, with the effects of such passion claiming even her. In all fairness, the positions they indulged would have waned on even a spry and youthful Maxime. Regardless, Maxime was quick to sink back onto the bed, reclining into the soft feathered embrace. Perhaps it would be prudent to rest a while. After all, it was rare to share a bed with a young, talented anal maestro like Katie.

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It was with nervous excitement that Harry lingered at the door to his assigned room. The possibilities seemed rather endless and ranged on a complete spectrum. He had maintained a cautiously optimistic outlook towards it all, yet having arrived and witnessed all those in attendance, he found that even the scantily clad nature of their attire made little effort to ease the burden that this was undoubtedly a momentous event. His heart raced as he imagined who was on the other side of the door. He pictured Bellatrix waiting there, a vicious smile carved on her face as she prepared to attempt to dominate him. Or would it be Draco, another equally vindictive face that would undoubtedly see his opportunity in such an encounter. A part of Harry wanted nothing more than a placid and unexciting partner, to be paired with Hermione, Ginny or Luna so as to just experience a tame moment of calm in that which he had found most comfortable. The prospect of an exciting new experience seemed like tempting fate given just who the pool of new lovers contained. Ultimately, Harry forced himself through the door, convincing himself that there was little he could do to change his chosen partner. The tokens had been assigned. The person on the other side of the door was waiting for him, for better or for worse. As the door closed behind him and the magical seal fastened the door in its frame, Harry's heart didn't steady in relief nor panic, but rather an uncertain disbelief. Instead of being presented with the polar ends of either placating comfort or vicious exploration, he was instead met with a rather temperate middle-ground. One that imparted equal parts excitement and nervousness in him. One that brought his cock to a swift full-mast yet brought a tinge of embarrassment to his cheeks as a result. One decadently swathed in a silk light-blue negligee. Nervously, he called out, drawing her attention towards him, "Mrs Weasley?"

"Oh?" she gasped, turning suddenly around at the familiar voice, her expression hopeful. She recognised the voice, yet in her clouded thoughts, she couldn't swiftly place it. As such, she was equally as surprised as Harry to see him standing there before her, "Harry, dear… Well, I… I can't say I expected this. I suppose it's fortunate that you of all people didn't get paired with a Death Eater. As good intentioned as Apolline is, I doubt Bellatrix would waste an opportunity to… No need for all that…"

"Yeah… It's er… It could be worse," Harry smiled, quickly realising that his words were a little pointed. Quickly back-stepping, he clarified himself, only noticing Mrs Weasley's unfazed nonchalance after he had begun to speak, "Not that I…"

"Oh, don't you worry. With so many young supple things prancing around tight panties, I can't imagine being stuck with me is all too exciting," Molly chuckled, knowing full well that she was hardly the prime choice of all the attendees, unaware of Harry's growing bulge.

"That's not what I meant… I just… You're…" Harry began, his words faltering as he tried to express his concern. Once again, Molly was able to pick up on what he meant. She was Ginny's mother. Ron's mother. A mother figure to Harry. It wasn't her age that gave him trepidation, but rather her relationship with him.

"I know… The less said about it, the better," Molly said, striding over to the nearby sofa and sinking down onto it. The two of them had a large living room to themselves, comprised off several long sofas and a large central table. As Harry joined her, Molly asked quietly, "I don't suppose you saw who Ginny and Ron went off with?"

"No, but I'm sure they'll be fine. They're not idiots," Harry said, doing his best to quell Molly's obvious anxieties. Whilst she was glad that Harry escaped the Death Eater's, she still had two dear children that could fall into their hands for the span of the evening. Something that weighed on her.

"Or children anymore I suppose. Then again, neither are you. Then again, you weren't much of a child the last time we were in a situation like this," Mrs Weasley smirked, recalling their last encounter in Harry's fourth year. A moment of passion-possession upon her part and something that lingered in both their minds. Blushing deeply, Harry was quickly comforted by Molly, "Oh, I'm only teasing..."

"It was quite a while ago when that happened," Harry smirked. He had woken on the morning of the Third Task to a raging, uncontrolled erection. In his search for Ginny to alleviate such a stress, he found Molly, who in turn rather dogmatically insisted that she dealt with for the sake of a clear mind.

"I do apologise for it. I was… it was… well, as long as you're not caught up on it," Molly beamed, turning to Harry, only to see him hesitate. Her heart faltered a moment. She had felt bad about leaping so rapidly on the situation and worried she had taken advantage. The look on Harry's face suggested the worse, "Oh, Harry, dear you should have said something! I'm very sorry if it was out of place and improper. It wasn't a fair thing to…"

"That's not what I meant," Harry said simply, cutting her off and recontextualising his look. If he wasn't caught up on the situation in a bad way, then he must have seen it as a positive. Meaning that he was… As Molly came to the realisation, her eyes glanced instinctively towards his crotch, finally noticing his erection

"Oh? Oh… I see… Well, I…" Molly breathed, softly her cheeks beginning to darken. She had been battling her inner thoughts from the moment Harry entered. Her own cock quivered with excitement, yet that prevailing feeling of taking advantage lingered. She didn't want her enthusiasm to show for the sake of Harry. Yet… Her enthusiasm was mirrored in him. Her arousal paired with his. Collecting herself, she began to feel an air of excitement in the room. A twinge of erotic anticipation. Both of them wanted it and whilst neither of them was confident enough to boldly declare their arousal or directly address it, there was a silent unspoken feeling of eagerness. A desire to get on with it. As the older of the two, Molly felt obliged to be somewhat directory in their delicious explorations, "Look at me blushing. Blushing of all things. Oh, enough of all this. We can sit around chatting or…"

"Get on with it?" Harry said boldly, his heart stopping as he openly suggested that he and his mother figure get down to the ravenous sex that they both wanted so intently. All those lingering thoughts of embarrassment and uncertainty, furtive contemplations regarding that prior blowjob melted away into a singular prevailing sentiment: lust. It was as Molly had previously said. In terms of their relationship and how this interaction would affect it; the less said about it the better. With that in mind, the two of them sat there, staring at one another, standing right on the edge of the precipice, peering out into the perverse possibilities of their guilty lust for one another, just waiting for one of them to push the other and leap eagerly after them.

It was Molly who took that step, leaning suddenly towards Harry, her lips obviously guiding themselves towards his, only to stop half-way. In her mind, she wondered whether Harry's desire would prompt him to do something as peculiarly personal as kissing. Her hesitation was met with eagerness on Harry's part. In his mind, Molly had already pushed him and he falling head-first into perversity. Moving his lips inwards, he pressed them firmly against Molly's, quelling any uncertainty on her part and kindling a passionate response from her. That first soft press was quickly replaced with firm and impassioned crashes as they repeated kissed, their lips glancing hungrily off one another's in a fit of erotic lust. Almost in tandem with one another, they opened their mouths, the mature woman guiding Harry's tongue hungrily into her mouth and returning the favour with her own, the two making a point to dance their tongues back and forth against one another, slipping and curling around one another's, in amidst heated breaths of desire. Guided by his supressed lust, Harry went to the object of his desires, his hands lifting from his sides and reaching to Molly's breasts. Of all the women Harry had met, none had such a strangely alluring pull in regard to their tits. Sure, Apolline's were near perfect and immaculate, and Ginny's were cute and perky, but Molly's were round, puffy and juicy, hampered by her mature allure and sagging under their weight. They weren't conventionally appealing, yet in their plump volume, Harry could envision himself endlessly smothered. And he was far from disappointed. Even through the light support of her negligee, his fingers sank into her flesh with ease, her plump breasts spilling over his digits, her flesh as soft and silky as the lingerie she was decked. Having Harry's hands on her body was intoxicating for Molly and she was quickly possessed by a desire to have her breasts mauled unhampered by the negligee she wore. However, before she could reach for its fastenings, Harry's fingers nimbly went to work, plucking them loose, his hands abandoning her breasts to lift the garment upwards. Their lips parted only for a moment, their horny, heated breathing filling the room as Harry unveiled her breasts. Tossing the clothing aside, Harry returned his lips to hers, his hands lunging towards her tits with renewed desire.

Sinking his hands into her exposed breasts, Harry let out a moan of satisfaction amidst his intense kiss, a moan that was mirrored by Molly. Feeling Harry's hands pawing at her tits, groping hungrily at them like a horny teenager would, gave her no small amount of pleasure, with her round puffy nipples steadily beginning to harden as Harry's hands glided back and forth across them. Not wanting to be accused of idle hands, Molly reached forwards, laying her hands at first on Harry's chest, her thumb and forefinger briefly tweaking his nipples for a sense of personal satisfaction, before she guided them downwards, running her digits along the light definition of his abs. It had been a while since she had had a lover with a physique like Harry's and she intended to savour it. However, her hands didn't remain in place for long and swiftly darted downwards, grasping at Harry's thickened cock. His length was throbbing along his thigh, pronounced and outlined in his boxers. Tracing her fingers along the shaft at first, Molly was quick to wrap her hand around it as best as she could, all the while keeping his boxers on. Moaning lustfully into each other's lips, the two finally pulled their mouths away, knowing that their heated snog couldn't last much longer. As Harry felt the shivers of pleasure rushing along his own cock, his perverse curiosity guided his gaze downwards and to the cock that Molly had kept hidden from him. Still wearing her panties, the bulge of her cock was somewhat occluded by the slight roundedness of her stomach, yet Harry was quick to work his hand down to the satin underwear, his breathing quickening as he felt the thickness of Molly's cock bulging against the fabric. Squeezing each other's lengths through the fabric of their underwear, it became increasingly apparent that they were each hungry for more. Keen and eager to get things started in terms of pleasure, Molly took the lead once more, unceremoniously grasping Harry's boxers and tugging them down and off his ankles.

Uncertain as to what to expect next, Harry was pleasantly surprised as Molly pushed him to the floor, forcing him onto his back. Standing above him, she gave him a long look at the plumper outline of her figure and throbbing bulge between her thighs before dropping her panties, exposing the sizably thick length she proudly sported, alongside the wild and long untamed nest of fiery red pubic hair above her crotch. Taken aback by the sight, Harry watched, enamoured as Molly staggered into a new position, her feet either side of his head. Expecting to be smothered in some capacity, Harry was once again pleasantly surprised when she turned around and faced down towards his cock before dropping onto her knees. Arching her back, she pushed her arse high into the air so as to along her cock to swing into place in front of Harry's mouth. The moment that he had access to her cock was the moment that she considered her work done on that front. Leaving him to his instincts, she turned her hungry eyes towards his cock; a familiar shaft that she had long since imagined when seeing Harry pass. Leaning forwards, she wasted no time in wrapping his cock in the slick warmth of her throat, swallowing his shaft easily into her depths, her tongue lapping and flailing wildly at his thick shaft, even as it slid into the clutching depths of her gullet. Groaning, Harry savoured that feeling of a pair of talented lips getting to work. It was rare that he got to experience the sensual bliss of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing and how to wield her supple lips in the art of deliciously sweet pleasure. The pleasure of her loose well-trained throat was found in its warmth and the accompanying massage of her soft, juicy lips; equally as plump as the rest of her delectable body.

As Molly began to gorge herself, satiating her long-standing desires to guzzle Harry's cock again, the slurping sounds of her impaling her own throat filling the room as a result, Harry turned his attention to the bouncing cock in front of him. Her cock shuddered and bounced, shaking in testament to the energetic bounce of Molly's lips. Catching the tip in his mouth, Harry smirked a cock-stuffed smirk as Molly's lips stopped and lingered a moment before resuming her sloppy plunges. Licking the copious amounts of pre-cum from her tip, Harry stretched his neck upwards, easing her cock to the back of his throat, his lips being pulled immensely tight around the throbbing shaft. Her thickness took him by surprise, yet he was dutiful enough to swallowing, allowing her cock access to his throat. Pushing his lips upwards, Harry was forced to lift his back to take more of her cock, straining his abs as he did so, eventually causing him to collapse backwards, his lips almost slipping from her length entirely. At first disappointed about not being able to take more, Harry's heart skipped a little as he realised it was a blessing in disguise. From his place between her thighs, Harry had a delightful curvaceous view of her round and plump ass, her cheeks peeling apart from the weight of their fleshiness. A hollow breath shuddered along Molly's cock as a result as Harry reached his hands up and sank them deep into each of Molly's ass cheeks, moaning a hoarse moan of ecstasy along her veiny length. With his hands in place, he slowly began to pull her hips downwards, encouraging her to sink her lower half down. Inch by inch, her cock slipped into his mouth, guided into place by Harry's hands. Swallowing, he took her into his throat, the slow push eliciting groans of pleasure from Molly as she fought to keep her mind focussed on slobbering over Harry's cock, her hands massaging along Harry's legs, her thoughts lost in the ecstasy fuelled haze of the fact Harry Potter was deepthroating her cock.

As her body draped itself snugly over Harry's, her cock sank a decent way into his throat, a few gags and splutters forcing their way from his depths. It was worth it to have such a cock in his gullet. With her body down tightly pressed against his, Harry was able to bounce his lips back and forth, bobbing along her cock with a slow and methodical pace. Short of having Molly pound his throat herself, there was little Harry could do to speed up. Hands continued to maul and squeeze her ass cheeks, fondling the sumptuous flesh as he tasted her pre-cum splashing against his tongue. Their muffled moans were felt by the other as opposed to being heard, with the sloppy sounds of their cock-hungry mouths being the background symphony to their salacious activities. Harry was unable to get the last couple inches of Molly's cock into her throat without gagging wildly and thus settled for the portion he could manage. Whilst Molly would have delighted in the feeling of his thin lips wrapped snugly around her base, his face smothered in her wild pubic hair, she was more than happy to relish the splutters of effort that rushed along her cock as he gave his best effort to swallow her deeply. Soon enough, their cocks gleamed with saliva and pre-cum, the two easily working back and forth, their rhythm becoming routine yet remaining completely pleasurable. Wanting to pursue their subdued fantasies, both of them had their hands roaming the other's body, tracing each contour and curve regardless of their sexual appeal and simply relishing the delight there was in touching the other in such a carnal and erotic way. Eventually, their cocks yearned for more. As delicious as a deepthroat-sixty-nine was, there was a tightness missing; a power and impact. Where Molly had previously taken control, Harry did so this time. Grabbing Molly by the hips and rolling her onto her back. Their lips left each other's cock for a split second, groans of disappointment replacing slick suckling sounds. Those groans were short lived as Harry quickly straddled Molly's hips, keen to make use of his diligent sucking and the subsequent lubrication he provided himself.

Molly's eyes widened excitedly, her hands resting on Harry's hips as he lifted himself up. She had anticipated being the one to take his cock, so seeing him above her, willing and eager to impale himself on her cock, was not only exciting, but deeply satisfying. Reaching down, Harry grabbed her cock and angled it upright, guiding it between his thighs and along his ass crack. Pressing it against his asshole, he took a moment to find the angle, wincing slightly as he stretched his ring to fit Molly's thickness. Eventually, he felt his hole giving away, with Molly's bulging cock slowly inching inside. Moaning in unison, the two of them relish the wave of pleasure that washed over them from a mere inch of Molly slipping inside of him. Adjusting to the dull ache of his ass being stretched, Harry was quick to sink his hips downwards, slowly easing more of the thick cock into his ass. Confident that her cock wouldn't slip out, Harry brought his hand away and quickly latched onto each of her breasts, pinching and teasing her now hardened nipples, delighting in the soft tenderness of the pink nubs. Despite Molly's proclivity and preference for hard domineering sex when it came to her husband, her approach with Harry was quite the opposite. What the intensity lacked in the usual pleasure, it was more than made up for in the scintillating eroticism of inching deeper and deeper into Harry's ass. It took a few moments, but eventually Molly bottomed out, with Harry feeling the sharp bristles of her pubic hair grazing against his ass cheeks, her cock spasming in his depths, throbbing with such intense pleasure. Their hoarse moans filled the air for all but a moment before Molly reached up and clasped Harry by the neck, pulling his lips down to hers and locking him into a deep, intense kiss, the passion of the moment brimming in the way their tongues slowly melted against one another.

Despite the eroticism of the kiss, Harry wasn't going to simply sit stuffed full of cock. Slowly, he began to lift his hips, rocking a couple inches of Molly's length out of his ass before swiftly dropping back down, a grunt escaping from his lips into Molly's. The woman shared the moan of pleasure, with one hand remaining on his hips, guiding him up and down whilst the other one cradled his head, threading her fingers through his hair as their kiss intensified. Increasing the tempo, Harry lifted his ass higher and quicker, pulling more of Molly's cock out of him before swiftly sheathing it back inside of himself, savouring the rippling pleasure of his prostate and the increasing impact of Molly's crotch against his ass. Instinctively, Molly began to lightly thrust upwards as Harry drove his ass downwards, her usual hunger for wild impactful thrusts claiming her subconscious. All the while, they lips continued to crash against one another, their tongues dancing in unison. As Harry bounced atop Molly, his moans became louder and more prominent, the boy drawing in breath amidst Molly increasing kisses. Eventually, Harry lips became consumed in the pleasure, with Molly growing frustrated by the lack of reciprocation. She understood it, but that didn't stop her innate sexual drive from wanting that kiss to continue. Not wanting to simply moan happily as Harry slammed himself down upon her cock, Molly glided her lips down Harry's jaw and onto his chest, planting soft kisses against his tender skin, easing her way towards his nipples. Molly had a thing for nipples on men, especially those on flat chested athletic types. It wasn't a fetish she delighted in often, yet with Harry in front of her, she couldn't help but latch her lips onto one of his, licking and flicking at the small nub, biting it as it began to harden, delighting in the looks of newfound pleasure on Harry's face. It was rare he had his nipples teased with and the newness of it simply added to his desire, driving him to impale himself harder and faster.

Swapping back and forth from nipple to nipple, Molly nibbling at each one, leaving them slick, glossy and ever so slightly red. Her fingers swept in to pinch them, teasing each one as she looked hungrily at Harry's pleasure-ridden face. The increase in Harry's riding only serve to intensify the pleasure Molly was feeling. It wasn't long before she found it to be too much, finally succumbing to a moment of personal indulgence, allowing herself to recline against the floor and simply moan. As she lay there, she opened up herself to Harry's attentions. Having had his nipples teased and toyed with, he felt obliged to return the favour. Amidst his heavy downward slams, Harry lowered his lips and latched his mouth onto one of Molly's puffy nipples, sucking and biting at it. Immediately, Molly arched her back, the sensitivity of her breasts unable to be understated. Harry's hands groped and pulled at her tits, with no shortage of juicy handfuls to squeeze and play with as his lips went to work. Grunting and groaning in pleasure, Molly found her orgasm beginning to mount, the prospect of her cock erupting into Harry becoming increasingly likely, much to her dismay. One of her hands reached down to Harry's cock, giving it a gentle probing squeeze. The squeeze revealed what she thought to be true. He wasn't near to orgasm. Not wanting to indulge her own pleasures unless accompanied across that explosive threshold by Harry, Molly knew she'd have to temper her own orgasm whilst furthering Harry's. In her mind, there was only one way to do that. A way that would unfortunately sacrifice the pleasure of Harry's mouth sucking on her tits but would undoubtedly make up for it with the erotic satisfaction of a change of both position and dynamic.

Savouring one last bounce from Harry, Molly took control back, grabbing him by the hips and lifting him off her cock. Pushing him to the side, Molly was quick to flip onto her hands and knees, arching her back and pushing her plump ass out towards Harry. Spitting into her hand, she reached behind herself and lathered the lubricant across her asshole, prying her cheeks apart to flaunt her puckered hole and give Harry to indication as to what she expected. More than happy to oblige, Harry drizzled some saliva onto his cock to add to the prior lubing Molly's lips provided and shuffled into place. Pressing his cock against her asshole, Harry groaned happily as her hole gave away almost instantly. Her age and experience showed in that moment as years of training her asshole resulted in a swift, deep plunge for Harry's cock, his crotch colliding with her rounded ass with a resonant smack. It was a relatively soft thrust, yet even that was enough to cause her ass cheeks to lightly clap, promising a resonant symphony of slapping flesh the harder Harry fucked her. Pulling back, Harry grinned as Molly shifted her body forwards, working in tandem to Harry, ensuring that every inch of his cock was pulled out of her, leaving only the tip inside her tight hole. And then, in synchronised unison, they pushed together, with Harry driving forwards and Molly slamming back. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, alongside Molly's ass cheeks rippling and slapping against themselves. She could feel her breasts swinging beneath her from the impact, a deep throaty moan escaping her lips as Harry launched into a series of wild and deep thrusts, giving Molly exactly what she wanted. Slamming himself into her ready and willing hole, Harry hungrily pounded her from behind, his hands resting on her hips. A part of him wanting to maul and pull at her ass cheeks, yet the almost hypnotic way in which her ass rippled, and shook was too much of a visual delight for him to sacrifice for a mere couple squeezes.

Doing her best to keep up with him, Molly quickly felt his youthful vigour take over, the boy's hips moving faster than she could, resulting in her body falling still as Harry pumped into her from behind. Her face contorted in bliss as pre-cum leaked along her thigh, her body thrumming with pleasure as she coursed closer and closer to her orgasm. She held off, wanting to share in that sensation with Harry. His laboured breathing betrayed nothing of his orgasm, his thrusts appearing all the more intense as he fell in love with Molly's bouncing ass. His balls collided against Molly's, the two of them driving and writhing in ecstasy together. In truth, Harry was closer to his orgasm than ever. The brief flurry of thrusts combined with the erotic sight of taking Mrs Weasley from behind made swift work of his remaining libido, leaving him ready to cum. He could hear the shrill spike in Molly's moans and knew that she was on the verge of her orgasm. A little disappointed at the relatively impersonal position they were in, Harry pushed those thoughts to the side and instead savoured the opportunity at his disposal. Continuing to hump and hammer at her ass, Harry prepared to cum across her ass, planning to splatter her juicy cheeks in his seed. Unbeknownst to him, this was exactly what Molly wanted. Aside from him flipping her over and painting her tits, having him explode over her ass was the most enticing option. As for her own orgasm, she resisted the urge to waste it on the carpet beneath her, wanting instead to douse Harry in equal measure to herself. Fighting it to the very last thrust, she breathed a groan of relief when Harry plucked his cock from her ass and slapped it between her cheeks, his hands pushing the meaty halves together in order to completely envelop his cock. Groaning loudly, he sent several thick strands of cum pouring from his tip, launching over her ass cheeks and up to her lower back.

A few quick thrusts milked the last drops from Harry's cock, giving Molly the go ahead to savour her own end. Turning around, Molly pushed Harry onto his back straddling his waist. Grabbing his hand, she tightened it around her cock and thrust wildly into his palm, using his grip to jerk herself off. It took a few quick pumps to cause her cock to explode, sending thick jets of cum pouring across Harry's chest and stomach, a strand even landing on his jaw. All through this, Molly's eyes remained open, delighting in each subtle way the strand landed, committing it completely to memory amidst her groans of pleasurable satisfaction. The last droplets leaked from her cock down Harry's hand, the two of them quickly collapsing breathlessly. Molly fell forwards, pushing her lips against Harry's, their bodies pressing together, cum-streaking across her own breasts as she pulled him into a deep and passionate embrace. Harry had expected their orgasms to be that culminating end, yet much to his delight, it seemed Molly was equally as ravenous in her desires as he was. Age hadn't dulled her sex drive and she was more than willing to milk this situation for all it was worth. Even as they lay there, losing one another amidst their mindless intimate snog, the two of them could feel their cocks beginning to rise. Their kiss was so intense that the only thing that broke through it was Molly pulling her body slightly downwards, her hands spreading Harry's legs apart, pushing them upwards. Her cock was suddenly against his asshole, the woman thrusting forwards, returning her cock to his clutching asshole. As she pulled her lips away from Harry's, she grinned almost madly, pulling her hips backwards and slamming deep into Harry's ass. Their first fuck had been a warm-up. Now, he'd be privy to Molly's true animalistic intensity.

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Neville lingered awkwardly in the room, uncertain as to what to do. Double-checking his token, he assured himself that he was in fact in the right room, yet found himself frozen, nonetheless. Despite being confident that he had navigated the vast halls of the Delacour manor correctly, he couldn't bring himself to stop worrying that he was in the wrong place. After all, the room he had entered seemed occupied already. Debating whether or not to leave, Neville found himself glancing at the door, only to see it click shut and for the magical enchantment to efface itself across the wooden surface. The fact that it only now locked further convinced Neville that he was in the right, but that didn't change the fact that there were already two people in the room; two people that seemed to be wasting no time at all in getting down to business. Feeling like a third wheel, Neville inched nervously towards the small archway partition, shifting himself towards what seemed to be a bedroom. As he rounded the small corner, his concerns were very much correct. The sounds of intimate kissing weren't made by a particularly energetic person on their own. There were definitely two bodies entangled on the bed, their lightly darkened skin pressed snugly together, their lingerie haphazardly tossed aside or left askew on their bodies. It took Neville a moment to figure out just who it was, but the moment he did, he let out a hoarse moan of approval, his cock hardening readily in his boxers. Breathing softly, he watched as the two twins, Padma and Parvati writhed against one another, their lithe bodies grinding against one another, their lips ducking and diving against one another, the sound of their heated embrace growing more and more intense. As they rolled back and forth, Neville caught brief glimpses of their breasts squeezing together, with Padma's breasts appearing larger and squashier than Parvati's. Every time he spotted their dark, heavenly nipples, Neville let out a soft moan. They appeared so tantalising. So delicate. Every so often, their cocks would come into view, the two shafts lightly bouncing against one another, each one seemingly identical. They were the only part of the two girls that didn't have some nuanced difference between them, making both shafts perfect mirrors of one another.

"Erm… Ahem?" Neville called out softly, trying to get the two girls' attentions; something that was proving more difficult than anticipated. Instead of taking notice of them, the two girls seemed intent on continuing their hot lavishing one another's bodies. Padma, the plumper of the two, rolled on top of Parvati, pinning her sibling's wrists against the bed, their lips finally parting to allow their moans to fill the room. Before Neville could try and interrupt, Padma turned around, planting her knees either side of Parvati's face and guiding her cock into her sister's throat. A deep groan of pleasure escaped her lips as she effortless dropped her hips downwards, thrusting the entirety of her cock down her twin's throat. Her eyes rolled closed, keeping her in complete darkness to Neville's obvious presence. As she leant forwards, draping her body over her sister's, Padma's hands grasped at Parvati's fat, juicy length. Holding it upright, Padma opened her eyes, relishing the majesty of her sister's cock, only to grind to a halt as she looked past the large, engorged cock. It was only now that she spied Neville standing in the doorway, his cheeks a deep red, her view of him occluded in part by the thick cock in her hands. Taken aback by the sudden appearance, Padma froze in place, reverting to a primal state of shock and embarrassment at being watched; this despite the fact that she was no stranger to the odd spot of voyeurism and was fully anticipating being placed on view during the course of these peace talks. Regardless, she squealed loudly as she rolled to one side, grabbing a nearby sheet to cover her immodesty.

"Neville! What the fuck?" she screeched as she grabbed a sheet from the bed, toppling to one side and crashing to the floor. Crawling backwards, she pinned herself against the wall, clutching the sheet to her breasts as her cock began to make itself increasingly apparent beneath the fabric.

"Woah… Sorry, I er… I didn't mean to…" Neville blustered, the man snapping back into reality and quickly trying to profess his innocence, despite having been caught very obviously watching the two sisters getting intimate. Regardless of the circumstances, it was still a weird thing to do.

"Neville? What?" Parvati asked, sitting up, wiping her chin of saliva as she looked straight ahead. Spotting Neville in the doorway, her reaction was a more tempered one, yet one of equal surprise. Quickly pulling her bra back into place and stowing her cock back into her panties, Parvati blushed as she looked at Neville quizzically, "Erm… Occupied? I think you've got the wrong room…"

"Erm… I don't, er… I don't think so. Room six? I got the token here," Neville explained, lifting the small silver disc up. Turning it towards the two of them, he showed them the very clearly emblazoned six on its surface, turning Parvati's surprise into confusion.

"Wait… But…" Parvati began, turning to the bed-side table and plucking the two discarded tokens from its surface. Her confusion deepened as she saw the same identical tokens in her hand, both bearing the number six. Turning them to both Padma and Neville, Parvati tried to figure out what was going on, "I… I thought that we were getting paired up. Why are there three of us?"
"Well, there were an odd number of people downstairs. Maybe Madam Delacour figured it would be a surprise?" Neville suggested, turning to Padma who remained on the floor, still overcoming her initial reaction. Rolling off the bed, Parvati crossed over to Neville, seeking to have a closer look at his token. Handing him their tokens, Parvati took his, only for Neville to quickly call out, "Wait… Look. Your tokens aren't…"

Turning back to Neville, Parvati's eyes widened in realisation. When the tokens were placed in Neville's hands, they began to shimmer slightly, flicker back and forth through various different numbers, unable to settle on a singular one. Quickly taking one of them back, Parvati began to understand. As she clutched the silver token in her hand, it quickly turned to a six, appearing as if it were a completely normal token.

"The tokens are rigged… At least the ones that Padma and I drew. Your one doesn't change at all," Parvati concluded, taking Neville's token from him and confirming that it remained the same. It was a legitimate six token, whilst hers and Padma's were obviously prone to changing so as to ensure that they were together. No matter what, the tokens always shifted to the same number as each other. Turning to Padma, she concluded just as much, "That means Apolline wanted me and you to be together, Padma."

"Why?" Padma asked confusedly, pushing onto her feet, keeping the sheet tightened against her body out of pure instinct. Approaching Neville and Parvati, she collapsed onto the edge of the bed, the situation setting in. There was a sort of awkwardness in the air. Padma had nothing against Neville. Quite the opposite. He was one of the appealing prospects on offer that day. Yet, her reaction had soured the mood between them, the two averting their gaze as they spoke.

"Well, she knew that there was an odd number. Maybe she thought it would be an exciting idea to pair you two up as a duo?" Neville suggested, noting that there was some perverse about two twin sisters ready and eager to go at one another. If he was Apolline, he'd certainly be inclined to ensure that they were together for the delight of whomever the duo was paired with.

"Exciting? Exciting for you…" Parvati said with a giggle, watching as Neville's cheeks darkened to a deep, embarrassed red. As he stammered helplessly, both Parvati and Padma smirked, relishing his shy nervousness. His blustering uncertainty certainly did something to lighten the mood, even if Parvati was quick to unwittingly dampen it, "I'm teasing you. I did think it was a stroke of luck that we got put together. I mean… The odds weren't in our favour. So, Neville… Which of us do you want to lose your virginity to?"

Silence hung in the air as Parvati stared at Neville lustfully, blissfully unaware of her mistake. Fumbling a little, Neville's cheeks went an even darker red, less out of embarrassment for himself, but rather second-hand embarrassment. Padma picked up on the look on his face quicker than Parvati, with the Ravenclaw swallowing her lower lip as she bowed her head. Eventually, Neville broke the silence with a meek, "I'm… I'm not a virgin?"

"Oh… I… I thought… Sorry…" Parvati breathed, her cheeks picking up a pink hue of embarrassment. Silence once again clung oppressively in the room, with all three of them struggling to find that salacious mood that would bring them together in an enjoyable threesome. It felt uneasy to say the least. Uncertain as to what to do, or how to proceed, the three lingered in place, almost hoping that the other two would simply disappear. Eventually, Parvati took the lead, deciding that she could do nothing to undo what she had said, but she could do something to apologise for it. Awkwardly, she broke the silence, stepping in front of Neville and beginning to tug his boxer shorts downwards, all the while blushing amidst furtive upward glances, "Well… let's get these off then…"

The words hung in the air for a moment as Parvati stared downwards before dropping onto her knees. Breathing softly, Neville's eyes followed her, staring at her as her lips came closer to his crotch. Despite it being normal for anyone to watch with avid enthusiasm as they had their cock sucked, Parvati couldn't help but feel Neville's eyes boring into her skull as she pulled his boxers down and exposed his cock. Making a point of pulling them from Neville's ankles, Parvati turned her attention towards Neville's cock. She didn't even take note of his size or anything about his cock, but instead simply wrapped her lips around his tip, gently suckling on the purplish flesh, thankful to have something to break up the awkward silence. Pushing what had happened to the back of her mind, Parvati steeled herself with a simple and pure goal. Suck Neville off. Partly as an apology for her comment and partly as a way to busy herself amidst the uneasy atmosphere. If she was sucking his cock, she didn't need to break the silence and that was more than enough to motivate her lips into a swiftly and sloppy bounce. Her tongue danced quickly across his tip, tasting and briefly relishing the splash of pre-cum, all before plunging her lips downwards. Ignoring Neville's gaze, Parvati easily took his modest length into her throat, his balls swinging softly against her chin as she tightened her gullet around his thick length. Hollowing his breath, Neville continued to watch, unable to believe that one of his fantasy situations was becoming a reality, albeit in an unexpectedly awkward way.

Despite the tension in the room, it was undeniable that Parvati knew what she was doing. The way her lips rolled back and forth along Neville's cock was tantalising to say the least, and copious pleasured moans that escaped from his lips were only proof to the delight her mouth was imparting. Her technique was slow and purposeful, with her lips greedily plunging down his length, only to slowly ease themselves back along, dragging themselves softly along Neville's sensitive length, leaving his cock shimmering in her wake. The sloppiness of each plunge was a delight as well, with Parvati lavishing his cock with saliva and spittle, her tongue lapping wildly at his length whenever it dipped into her throat, only for her lips to clean his length to a subtle shimmer as she pulled backwards. Focussing entirely on the cock in front of her, Parvati quickly began to ignore her lecherous stares, pushing everything into the background as she savoured the simple pleasure of sucking a nice cock. With each bob of her lips, she got increasingly into it, bringing her hands up to aid in her suckling. Wrapping one around the base of his cock, she used her fingers to guide her lips downwards, tactfully flattening her palm against his crotch to allow as much of his cock to dip into her gullet as possible, all the while maintaining a firm grip on his throbbing length. Her other hand went to his balls, nimbly massaging them and coaxing them out from the shrivelled state, allowing her fingers to delicate teasing them, bouncing them against her digits for a soft and pleasurable addition. Groaning happily at the girl's ability, Neville grew increasingly aware of the fact that Padma was simply sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her sister gorge herself, all the while keeping the sheet tightened firmly against her body, preserving some sense of modesty that she couldn't care less about in the end.

Watching her sister's lips glide eagerly along Neville's cock, Padma began to grow jealous. Her own cock was throbbing hungrily between her thighs, her panties pinching painfully at her skin, becoming a tight prison. Even though her cock and breasts were both popped out of her underwear, the satin garments clung at her body in such a strange and oppressive way. One of her hands dipped between her thighs, lightly stroking her cock. It was still layered with saliva from the single plunge she managed to get into her sister's throat, yet it was little comfort to her pleasure-hungry libido. Seeing Parvati working diligently on Neville's cock was enough to get Padma horny and ready for something more. Her own hand paled in comparison to the pleasure she envisioned and soon enough, her fingers were barley able to coax a moan from her lips, even as her cock throbbed in desperation. Continuing to watch Parvati, she noted her sister's stunted movements. It required a discerning eye, but as someone who savoured a blowjob from her sister on a near daily basis, Padma was able to notice when her sister wasn't completely into it. The slight ways in which her lips lingered, contemplating their next move. The way her hand sometimes fell limp, only to suddenly tighten again as if just remembering what it was doing. Soon enough, Padma figured it out. Glancing up at Neville, she saw the same look on his face. Unease. The tension was still lingering in the room. As a threesome, they were awkward and not into it. Largely because of the two twins. Seeing that Parvati's approach to mediation was to simply bury Neville's cock into her throat, Padma decided that a more outward approach was perhaps necessary. One that sought to cultivate a bit of intimacy into their interaction as opposed to pure carnal lust. It was with that in mind that Padma rose to her feet, the movement drawing Neville's gaze as she slowly stepped forwards, dropping the sheet to the ground, unveiling her half-naked body; lingerie skewed.

"Sorry about my reaction. I was… I was just a little surprised. Instinctive reaction. It wasn't anything personal. I… I don't mind you seeing me naked," Padma purred slyly, reaching behind herself and unclasping her bra. With the garment undone and slung to the ground, her breasts bounced and dropped, their plump juiciness becoming apparent. Neville's eyes latched onto her nipples. They were rounder and puffier than Parvati's which sat as delicate tiny nubs atop her perter mounds. Next, Padma dropped her panties, her cock now flopping against her thigh, no longer pinched uncomfortably upright. Completely naked, she walked across to Neville, draping herself on his shoulder, her breasts wrapping either side of his arm, her nipples hardening against his skin as she leant to his ear and moaned seductively, "What position do you prefer?"

"I'm happy with both…" Neville breathed, taken aback by the sudden change, but relishing it. He would never have been able to kindle a sultry air in the room, so having Padma lead the charge of turning tension into salacious perversion was a welcome change of pace.

"In that case… Why don't we make good use of the fact that both Pav and I are here?" Padma purred, her lips gently resting against Neville's neck as her hand inched down to Neville's. Threading her fingers through his, she guided his hand to Parvati's head, gently easing Neville into a slow rhythm, guiding her sister's throat back and forth. Whilst Padma couldn't hear her twin's reaction, she saw its effect. Neville let out a deep groan as Parvati's throat tightened, her lips fastening around his cock, her tongue beginning to lavish his length with slow and delicate brushes. The sultry allure Padma was bringing to the room was infectious and coaxed her sister into a similar haze. Whilst not nearly as perverse and erotic as Padma, Parvati was able to maintain the façade that she was a demure seductress. At least whilst she had a cock in her throat.

"What do you have in mind?" Neville asked, curious as to what she meant. Padma's lips remained on his neck, gently nibbling and suckling on his flesh, almost ignoring his query, with Padma too engrossed in leaving a delicate love-bite on his skin.

"A little… double action. Two at once…" she explained eventually, in amidst her soft sucking bites, her lips leaving their mark as her free hand danced slowly down his lower back, curving against his ass cheek and gently squeezing it. Admittedly, her suggestion was a little selfish, but in the moment, that was the only thing she could imagine being a memorable use of both sisters.

"In my…" Neville breathed, his heart racing a little at the proposition; both out of fear and excitement. His experience with anal was limited, but he enjoyed it plenty. The idea of two people in his ass was uneasy, yet his memories of being fucked in the ass by a girl were infinitely erotic and satisfying. So having two people doing that would surely be even more so. And two twins at that. Albeit a little hesitantly, Neville agreed in a low, gravelly breath, "I… Sure…"

"In that case, I'm wasting my time down here," Parvati gasped, plucking her lips from Neville's cock, her hand pumping back and forth across his cock. With Padma now having set the tone, Parvati was eager to relish in the prospect of a threesome. In her haste, her more forward approach to intimate sex was made abundantly clear. Especially when compared with Padma's salacious and erotic allure. Rising to her feet, Parvati continued, "Padma's still wet from her brief time in my throat, so I'd suggest Neville returns the favour to me whilst Pad gets busy prepping him?"

"I think what my sister is trying to say in an admittedly crude way. Why don't you get her nice, juicy cock as wet as you can, whilst I explore this nice delectable ass of yours," Padma pursed softly, threading the hand that had been laid across Neville's through his hair, turning his head towards her and allowing the Ravenclaw to lean her lips forwards and press them gently against Neville's. It was a fleeting kiss, but one that held enough eroticism that Neville found himself almost spellbound by the girl.

"Sounds good," Neville smirked, turning towards Parvati. As soon as he turned, Padma mouthed silently at Parvati, condemning her brutish approach and imploring her to at least attempt a sultrier allure. Waving her sister off, Parvati clambered up along the bed, resting against the headboard, her cock in hand as Neville followed after, crawling on all fours, eager to taste Parvati's pre-cum gleamed cock. Given he interrupted Padma before she could swallow her sister, Parvati's subtle shimmer came entirely from the pre-cum that drizzled from her bulbous tip. Neville recalled fondly the taste of pre-cum from his few sexual encounters and was keen to savour it yet again.

Positioning himself between her thighs, Neville grabbed her cock by the base, lightly squeezing it and watching as a bead of pre-cum rolled down her tip. Leaning forwards, he took her cock into her mouth, tightening his lips around her tip and lazily running her tongue along the slickened head. Immediately, Parvati could see his inexperience showing, yet she made no comment and instead slowly placed her hand on his head, hoping that she would be able to guide and coax him into as delicious a blowjob as his inexperienced lips could provide. Eager to do his best, Neville licked her tip clean and was quick to angle his throat downwards, sliding his lips along her length. It didn't take long for him to start gagging and spluttering, with his throat tightening immensely the moment that Parvati's cock prodded against the back of his throat. Slurping at her length as best as he could, he quickly pulled back, drizzles of saliva running down her shaft as he steadied himself. Despite a gentle pressure from her hand, she was unable to tease him any further. Regardless, she moaned contentedly. If anything, this was a humbling reminder that she had it all too good with a sister like Padma close to hand. It also reminded her that even the weakest of blowjobs was still a delectable experience. Her moans were unfaked and the delight on face was completely real, prompting Neville to double his efforts in hope of returning the immense pleasure that he was provided by the twin. Pushing his lips firmly back down, he drove her cock-head against the back of his throat, the entrance tightening immensely as he wrestled vehemently with his own inability to swallow. Seeing the boy's determination, Parvati couldn't help but thrust slightly upwards, hoping to provide that final push that would take her cock deep into the spasming tightness of his convulsing throat.

Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be, with Parvati collapsing backwards whilst Neville reluctantly began to work his lips along the portion of her cock that he could manage, blushing softly at the meagre job he was providing in relation to her sterling effort. He still savoured the soft moans and encouraging groans that slipped from her lips, but they were unable to coax his lips further along her cock. What would in fact break through the tightness of his throat was Padma. Maintaining her sultry allure even when out of view of Neville, she advanced on the boy's ass, delighting in its ripe roundness. It wasn't plump or juicy yet wasn't decidedly taut either. It was rather average, yet it held well on his body and suited him, given he was neither plump nor taut elsewhere. As such, she took a great deal of personal pleasure in prying his ass cheeks apart to reveal his tight, puckered hole. She could see his cock and balls shimmering with saliva between his legs, curling a smirk over her face as she endeavoured to mimic such an enticing glimmer when it came to his rear entrance. Leaning forwards, she pressed her tongue against his hole and ran the flat surface of her slick muscle along the length of his entrance. It was a brief lick, yet the shiver that tingled visibly across Neville's skin showed its immense effect. Smirking, she saw Parvati's lips tighten slightly, the effect on Neville's lips rippling pleasurably across her face. As such and with the pursuit of both Neville and Parvati's pleasure, Padma shirked the sly coy persona and allowed her more ravenous aspect to take hold.

Lunging forwards, she carved her tongue across her entrance, darting back and forth wildly and with little care for precision. Instead, she sought to lavish, flooding his ass with the pleasurable movements of her tongue, all the while savouring in her own carnal satisfaction. The sharp and sudden flicking movements garnered immediate results, with Parvati letting out a deep grunt of pleasure as Neville's almost appeared to seize around her cock, tightening suddenly and uncontrollably. Smirking, Parvati gestured for Padma to continue what she was doing, all the while reclining against the headboard, keen and eager to savour the delicious experience, her moans dripping from her lips as her fingers gently circled and teased her nipples. Happy to oblige her, Padma angled her tongue towards his entrance and pushed suddenly and swiftly forwards. It took very little pressure for her tongue to effortlessly carve into Neville's depths, sinking into his tight spasming hole within a matter of seconds. Neville's body tensed up, with the boy putting as much effort as possible into keeping his lips moving, not wanting his own pleasure to diminish Parvati's. Moaning around her length, he brought his hands to her cock and balls, trying to clumsily mimic her own movements. Gently teasing her balls, he found more success in stroking her off, his hand pumping back and forth with slick ease as a result of the copious saliva he had let spill from his lips. Padma's tongue sheathed itself as far and as deep inside him as possible, the girl arching her tongue as best as she could to derive more pleasure. His ass was tight and inexperienced, yet Padma was confident he could take them both. He had that pliability necessary to accommodate two cocks and whilst his ass tightened and convulsed from something as small as her tongue, with a slow and measured approach, his ass was comfortably adjusting. This would be fun she thought, as she allowed her tongue to begin to explore Neville's ass, weaving back and forth, testing and teasing the boy's more sensitive areas.

A part of Padma wanted to start to finger Neville, but she knew he needed a little more work. As such, her restless hands went elsewhere. One grabbed his cock and began to lightly stroke the still thick and throbbing length, almost milking him as if he were cow, pumping her hand back and forth, his pre-cum dripping onto the sheets beneath. She was pleasantly surprised by his continued hardness. Most people began to soften a little whenever their ass was played with or fucked, yet Neville remained as virile and hard as ever. Smirking, she continued to wriggle her tongue back and forth, her hand becoming sticky with pre-cum. Her other hand couldn't resist however and guided her fingers down to his ass. She started slowly by working a single digit towards his tongue-stuffed entrance. With a little back and forth and plenty spittle, Padma eased the tip in alongside her tongue. Using her tongue to lubricate the finger's path, she slowly teased him, gently rocking the finger back and forth, inching it deeper and deeper into his tight hole. Parvati was in heaven as a result, with her lips coiled in a delectable smile of pleasure. Neville's lips continued to move albeit somewhat stunted by the crashing waves of pleasure from his ass. He had never anticipated his ass being a catalyst for such pleasure, yet it rushed over him nonetheless, his cock twitching and spasming in Padma's hand, seemingly on the verge of orgasm. Breathing heavily around, Parvati's cock, he felt Padma began to work another finger inside him, gently rocking the first back and forth a few times before deciding to coil the second into place. The throaty moans escaping his lips would ultimately relax the tightness of his gullet, and as he pushed his lips downwards, Padma unwittingly made the perfectly timed push into his asshole.

The second digit slipped inside of him and he let out a guttural groan of satisfaction, his eyes rolling closed in pleasure. He had been struggling to keep them open in order to savour the visual aspect of Parvati's lithe and slender body, yet that second finger combined the first digit, her explorative tongue, and tender embrace of her hand, all became too much, and his eyelids fell closed. As they did so, he reflexively swallowed. That single gulp was enough to take Parvati's cock into his throat, his gullet not able to gag and splutter in protest until it was too late. Leaning sharply forwards, Parvati gasped, her hand tightening against Neville's scalp, holding him in place as he instinctively tried to pull back. The sudden spike in pleasure was enough to send shivers along Parvati's spine. It wasn't anything she wasn't used to but given that she had gotten comfortable with the middling pleasure Neville's beginner blowjob provided, this sudden leap in intensity clouded her judgement. Holding him in place, she savoured the spasming tightness as Neville coughed wildly, spilling streaks of saliva down her cock. His eyes had flown open in shock, yet as she forced him to hold there, he began calm down, trying to relax his throat. However, every lurch of pleasure that came from Padma's continuous pleasuring of his ass upset any attempt he made to adjust. The wild spluttering continued amidst moans of pleasure from Parvati, hums of erotic satisfaction from her twin, and stifled gagging grunts from Neville. All the way through it, his cock continued to spasm and spill pre-cum. Whilst he couldn't say he liked being laid claim to like this, with control taken away from him, he couldn't deny there was an inherent satisfaction in being able to take more of Parvati's cock. Whether it was a vicarious pleasure as a result of her pleasure, or a personal sense of perverse growth; Neville felt a twitch along his cock all the same. The situation didn't last long at all, before Parvati realised her mistake and relaxed her grip.

"Sorry! I… I got carried away," Parvati apologised as Neville quickly drew his lips back, gasping for air. Strings of saliva clung to her cock and stretched towards his lips; strings that were quickly broken as Neville's hand began to jerk her cock off, instinctively continuing to stroke her throbbing length even as she apologised.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it," Neville groaned, still feeling Padma's diligent efforts rippling through his body. The Ravenclaw had withdrawn her tongue, but continued to ease her fingers back and forth, taking the opportunity to stretch him that little bit further in preparation.

"She's like that. A prim proper woman on the outside, but a salacious, animalistic deviant on the in," Padma grinned, finally drawing her fingers from his ass and slowly crawling along the bed beside Neville, draping her cheek on Parvati's thigh as she glanced up at the boy with her coy smile, "As such, when it comes to us doubling up, I think she should be on the bottom. Just to temper any… instinctual urges she might have."

"Bottom? I thought I was the bottom?" Neville asked, confused as to exactly what she meant. A soft giggle escaped Padma's lips at the misunderstanding, her hands gently dancing across Neville's back, roaming back and forth for the simple sake of massaging exposed flesh.

"Oh, I meant that she would be on the bottom out of us two. Like with you in the middle. It does mean you'll have to look at her face as opposed to mine, but we all have to make sacrifices," Padma chuckled, lightly squeezing Parvati's balls, winking at her sister as she rolled clambered up onto her knees.

"Please… As if it matters. Then again, if you care about the view, I'm happy to be the one on top," Parvati suggested, a part of her wanting to have unrestrained control of Neville's ass, whilst another part thought that since Padma and he had more of a rapport, it would make sense for her to be on bottom.

"I think I'd prefer Padma being on top… Not that that means I wouldn't want to look at you!" Neville breathed, quickly back-peddling at his unintended implication, only to realise that his words then implied something about Parvati. Turning towards her, he sought to quell that line of thinking, only to find him bouncing between the two as their smiles grew wider, "Or that I don't trust you… Just that…"

"It's alright… I'm quite happy either way. Besides. I means I get a front row view of this ass," Padma growled, sinking her hand into one of Neville's ass cheeks, her fingers groping hungrily at the flesh. Blushing softly at the squeeze, Neville bowed his head, uncertain as to how they should continue. It was ultimately Padma to broached the very obvious unspoken subject, "Shall we get started?"

"I… yeah. I'm not the expert, but are you guys lubricated enough?" Neville asked, his words aimed more at Padma's now considerably drier cock. It still had a healthy sheen to it, but it was hardly the slick, dripping length that Parvati's now was.

"As if we're the experts. I'll grab some lube just in case. Can't hurt to be a little more prepared," Padma smiled, rolling off the bed and strolling to the nearby cabinet. The two twins had avidly perused the wooden case before Neville had arrived, plotting out and planning their evening of fun in one another's arms. Now that Neville was here, it seemed pointless to lust for anything more grandiose than that which they were about to do, however Padma couldn't help but stare wistfully at the eclectic sex toys that they had planned to stuff each other with. Brushing that aside, she returned to the bed, squeezing a bead of lube onto her cock, her hand quickly massaging it in. Jerking herself to a glossy finish, she tossed the lube to Parvati's side in case she decided she ought to add to the already slippery mess that was her cock. Parvati remained on the bed, only she shifted slightly down the mattress, adjusting herself so that she was laid flat. With a deep breath, Neville hesitated, the enormity of what was about to happen dawning on him. Bolstering his confidence, he reaffirmed his desire and swung a leg over Parvati's waist, straddling the lithe girl, her cock resting gently against his. Seeing his nerves, Padma interjected, dropping the seductress act and speaking in her usual voice, deciding it was better to level with him, "In all seriousness, If you want us to stop, just say so. No need to put up with it for our sake."

"Yeah. Plenty other ways we can get our rocks off. Trust me. Padma is quite the creative," Parvati smiled, lightening the mood. Whilst they were both looking forward to having a chance to double penetrate someone again, neither of them was dead-set on it. There were hundreds of other things three perverse naked people could do instead.

"And Parvati is quite the plaything," Padma added, running a hand across her sister's breast and lightly pinching her sensitive nipple. Breathing sharply and suddenly inwards, Parvati began to let her hands run across Neville's body, gently coaxing him into a more relaxed state.

"As if that has ever been the dynamic," Parvati giggled, keeping up the back and forth as Padma shifted slightly backwards. She kept herself in view of Neville, not wanting to disappear behind him until he was ready for her to do so.

"When has It not been?" Padma finished, resting a hand on Neville's lower back. Her other hand reached down to Parvati's cock and angled it back between Neville's ass cheeks. Her thick length rested between each of his cheeks, the tip prodding softly against his puckered, yet well-prepped hole, "Take your time. Nice and slow…"

And with that, Neville slowly began to ease himself backwards, tentatively probing at his tight entrance, allowing Padma to be the one to hold Parvati steady. It took a little teasing, but eventually, Neville began to feel his hole give away, the pressure not aching in the way he anticipated. Slowly, his ass stretched open, steadily enveloping the thickness of Parvati's tip. The moment she slipped inside, both he and Parvati let out of soft moans of tentative pleasure. Whilst Parvati's more pleasure hungry aspect wanted nothing more than for him to slam his ass onto her cock, she restrained herself, instead allowing her hands to run across Neville's thighs, gently massaging him in as a means of encouraging him. It was Padma who guided her sister's hand up to Neville's cock, encouraging Parvati to jerk him off as he eased himself downwards. Letting go of Parvati's cock, Padma watched as Neville's ass slowly lowered itself down, steadily allowing inch after inch to slip inside of himself. Grunting softly, he felt his prostate beginning to be ground against, with Parvati's cock slowly pushing past it, squeezing it to one side in a haze of pleasure. Eventually, Neville felt his ass rest against Parvati's thighs, his balls gently sat on her stomach. Startled, Neville's eyes flew open, glancing down at himself in surprised awe. The fact that he had taken all of Parvati that quickly and without much thought or difficulty, gave him rise to believe that taking a second would be just as easy. Not one to jump to conclusions, Neville rocked himself back and forth, gently testing himself, allowing a couple of inches to escape his ass every so often, only to swiftly and effortlessly guide them back in. Confident that he was suitably ready, Neville opened his mouth, only to have his moans flood and intersect his every word.

"Oh fuck… You're thick… Really thick… I… Oh…" Neville breathed, sliding himself down and steadying himself. His hands instinctively rested on Parvati's chest, not even squeezing her breasts, but rather just resting gently against them. As the two twins smirked their approval, Neville committed, "I think… I think I'm ready."

"Okay. Lay forwards. As far as you can. Don't worry, Pav doesn't bite. Unless you ask her to that is," Padma encouraged, resting a hand on Neville's back, pushing him forwards. Laying himself over Parvati, Neville brought his lips down towards Parvati's, his face lingering inches away from hers, their chests tightly pressed against one another. The change in position caused Parvati's cock to slip slightly out of his ass, yet Neville wasn't going to complain. Not when that emptiness would soon be over. Shifting around behind him, Padma kept her hand on Neville's lower back as she brought the head of her cock towards Neville's asshole. Gently resting her tip in place, she watched his asshole flex around Parvati's cock anxiously, "I'm going to start…"

With a gentle nod from Neville, Padma began to push forwards, gently testing his already stretched hole. She knew that she could easily slip inside of him. Parvati's cock had his hole stretched in such a way that sliding inside wasn't the problem. She just wanted to make sure he didn't scream in pain. As such, she searched for that perfect angle, all the while watching Neville's face for a response. Eventually, she found it, and slowly began to push forwards. Neville's lips parted in a silent groan as his tight ring was pulled taut around the two cocks. The moment her head slipped inside, Neville's voice found itself in a shaky groan, his body almost collapsing forwards as the two twins stifled their moans of immense satisfaction. The tightness was immense, yet Neville's cock appeared to almost encourage and draw Padma's cock deeper, to the extent she had to forcibly hold in place to allow Neville to adjust. Both Padma and Parvati's hands were weaving back and forth across his body, massaging his skin as they tried to get him to relax. Only when he let out a moan of pleasure did Padma begin to ease herself forwards. By and large, the biggest hurdle had been crossed, with the next few inches of Padma's cock easily slipping inside of Neville's ass. It was only as she came to the middle portion and the thickest part of her cock that Neville winced sharply in pain. Pushing swiftly past the thicker part, Padma ground to a halt, giving him a moment to adjust. That moment went by quicker than anticipated as the last inch she pushed in had forced Parvati's cock against his prostate, eliciting a deep groan of satisfaction. As such, Padma took the opportunity to push the last few inches inside, sheathing her cock entirely within him.

"It's alright… Focus on me," Parvati breathed, her hand resting on Neville's cheek and drawing his lips towards hers. The soft embrace was enough to quell the rising ache in his ass, as he focussed on returning the lavish snog. A few moments passed before Parvati pulled away with a gentle giggle, "You're not a bad kisser. I ought to thank the lucky lady the popped your cherry."

"Don't keep him all to yourself…" Padma chirped, leaning forwards and laying her body over the back of Neville's, her soft plump breasts pushing into his shoulder blades as she leaned over his shoulder. Craning his neck, he savoured a brief kiss with Padma before the girl pulled her hips slightly backwards and thrust for the first time into his clutching, cock stuffed ass.

A wheezing groan escaped his lips at first, yet he quickly began to moan. The dull ache of being stretched was unmistakable and undeniably present, yet he couldn't deny that the waves of pleasure that quickly rushed through him were not only more intense, but appeared to linger longer within him. Not to mention, his cock remained sandwiched against his and Parvati's stomach, pre-cum leaking from his bulbous tip with each soft thrust. Padma was quick to launch into a slow, yet rhythmic pace, lightly fucking Neville's ass with measured intensity. She was building up the pace, knowing full well that launching into wild and animalistic thrusts would be crude and unbefitting of her. As such, she gently humped Neville's stretched and cock-stuffed ass, silently relishing the overwhelming tightness of the boy's hole. What the set-up lacked in pure intensity, more than made up for it with tight, hugging satisfaction. The way his ass clung to her cock, tightening her and Parvati's cocks together, to the point that she could feel each throb and shiver running along her sister's cock; all made for an exquisite experience. Parvati thought much the same, though she longed to fuck him, to move her hips back and forth and be the one in control. Pinned beneath both Neville and Padma, she could do very little to shift her hips. Neville was in a sensory overload. His prostate hummed with pleasurable intensity, sending waves of bliss coursing through his body, yet all of it was tempered with that rising ache. He relished it. It was delicious in so many ways and gave him such a sense of satisfaction. It was perfect. Whilst he couldn't envision himself doing it on the regular, the position certainly provided the intensity that such an occasion merited. It made the threesome with the twins all the more special.

Despite the rather slow beginning and the pleasure being less than wild, the slow burn of pleasure and the rising intensity made swift work of all three of their libidos. Their orgasms were quickly rushing towards them, with Neville leading the charge. Both Parvati and Padma considered themselves to be rather strong in terms of stamina, however, neither of them could anticipate the sheer pleasure that would come as a result of Neville's orgasm. They both expected him to cum rather quickly, not because they considered him to have weak stamina, but rather they saw the pleasure to be too intense. So, it was off no surprise to either of them that he grunted loudly, his body tightening as his orgasm rushed through him. Parvati felt it first, with his cock spraying a thick load of cum between their bodies, the cum spreading across their stomachs as they were pressed tighter together. Smirking, she relaxed into the bed, expecting the orgasm to be quick and intense, yet she suddenly jolted forwards as his ass tightened around both hers and Padma's cock. The spasming clench was utterly divine, massaging their cocks in the most delightful and unexpected way. It was so unexpected that Parvati's cock erupted into Neville's ass, giving Padma the final push into her own orgasm as she felt her sister's cock throb and spasm against her own. Grunting, she spilled her own sizable orgasm deep into Neville's ass, the boy's eyes rolling closed as he felt his insides get splattered. If the pleasure of being double penetrated wasn't enough, the feeling of cum rushing inside of his ass from two different cocks would have been enough to make him cum.

As much as Padma would have loved to continue, she felt her cock deflating, being squeezed into a softened state by Neville's still spasming ass. Pulling her cock out from inside of him, she slumped to the side, breathless. Parvati eased her cock out of Neville and allowed him to collapse onto his side, wincing as the ache of his well fucked ass caught up with him. Quick to recuperate, the twins propped themselves up on their elbows, silently impressed at Neville's anal abilities and the swiftness with which he made them cum. With a smirk, Padma purred, "I'd say that was a rather delicious experience…"

"I didn't… I didn't expect to cum so quickly," Neville breathed, simply blurting out whatever came to mind, his pleasure-addled thoughts not amounting to much. He remained frozen in place, draped on his side, Padma resting behind him whilst Parvati lay at his front, both girls staring salaciously at him.

"I expected you to. Not because… I mean it was intense. Two cocks at once. It'll make anyone cum in a couple seconds," Parvati explained, running her fingers down to Neville's softened cock, gently teasing his length with her finger, the gentle twitch of his cock giving her cause to giggle.

"It is an unfortunate side-effect… However, it begs the suggestion…" Padma began, drawing both Neville and Parvati's attention towards her. Despite being wholly satisfied with their admittedly brief foray into the world of double penetration, there was still a carnal satisfaction that laid unsatiated in Padma. It that animalistic desire. That raw drive to fuck and fuck hard. She wanted to test Neville's limits. Or rather… train him to his limits, "Perhaps we should explore your double penetration abilities further? I'd love nothing more than to get you to the point where both Parvati and I could be hammering ourselves into hard and fast."

"I'd… I'd like that… Just… Maybe not today?" Neville laughed, shivering at the prospect of taking anything else inside of his ass. The ache was beginning to catch up with him, to the extent that he was silently relishing each gentle brush of Parvati's finger against his softened cock.

"Of course… I'm sure we can find other ways to entertain ourselves. Provided you don't want to make use of the now opened door?" Parvati asked, glancing towards the doorway that segmented the bedroom. Whilst she couldn't see the door to the whole room, she knew that it had undoubtedly locked, meaning none of them were obliged to remain. The extent of their required desires had been fulfilled. However, both the twins were silently eager to continue, but in perhaps a more conventional sense.

"I don't think I could walk over there just yet, even if I wanted to," Neville grunted with a laugh, finally rolling onto his back, wincing as he did so. Both Parvati and Padma let out wry smirks as she leant inwards, their lips lowering to Neville's body, trailing kisses downwards, both eager to rekindle his soft cock to full unbridled vigour.