Dragon tamers
Non harem, trio. To Better protect your loved one, share the love.
01
ISDH
DT
Tracy floated along the Halls of Hogwarts. Her dark chocolate mane drifting in her wake as she drifted in Daphne's.
Tonight was the Naming of the Champions. Malfoy had been bragging that had the Age limit been lifted, he would have been a shoe in. That and jokes about how funny it would be to see Potter die. Two months of this dragon-shit, and Potter just kept his head down.
Most of the witches in the House were whispering over the Bulgerian Bonfire, Krum. Even Pansy had stopped throwing herself at Draco to drool at Krum. of course the so-called wizards just drooled at the French tart.
Funnily enough the trolls, aka Crabbe and Goyle, showed no interest in the French witch.
"Last Chance, Ladies."
"Yes, Ladies. Last Chance to bet on our very own Mister Potter."
The Twin Gingers blocked the way into the Great Hall.
Daphne just snorted, and shouldered her way past…
Tracy pulled two silver from a pocket, "What are the odds of Potter being called, but not for Hogwarts?"
The twins glanced at one another, "Two silver gets you…"
"Two gold." the twin speak pulled a chuckle from the green trimmed witch.
"I will take those odds." the witch clasped hands with one twin, palming him the coins, as the other scribbled in his note book. She trotted after the blond, waving at the smaller wizard trimmed in scarlet, with glasses.
[Flashback]
The night of the Quidditch Cup, Greengrass and Davis were walking back from the stadium, when they came upon a yearmate from school. The Potter Heir was without his bodyguard. Greengrass, in a move to improve her House's standing, grabbed the boy's wrist, and pulled him into the bushes.
Tracy followed.
What Happened next, both witches swore to keep mum, or at least 'mmmm'. For thirty minutes, the two witches kissed, snogged, and worked the first layer of the 'First Magic' on the boy. After getting him to swear on his magic to take them both to Hogsmead, just the three of them, to see if a hookup was possible. Tracy also demanded the right to ambush him in the Halls for a quick snog. He returned with the right to ambush them for a quick kiss, anything more was their lead and call
It was agreed, and both parties returned to their respective camps… hours before the night's activities commenced.
[End Flashback]
As they entered the Hall, the two girls blew kisses to their puppet… or is that 'poppet'?
Harry just nodded at them, before turning back to face Hermione as she was rambling on about something that had peaked her interest
[Flashback]
By the end of the second weekend, Tracy had moved to hands on training Heir Potter. Now the Boy was allowed to try with other witches, by his oaths, but every Friday night, he would arrive at their 'private' class room, an hour before Curfew, and learn how to handle a witch.
Just last weekend, Tracey had him buried face up in Daphne's box, as she twisted and pulled on his staff, (just short of ten inches). You might not think anything of it, except Harry was stripped to the waist, a collar around his neck held his wrists crossing his back, tied to a spreader bar for his ankles. Both witches wore only leather corsets and high heeled boots. Daphne held Harry's head with her thighs as she hung from a spreader bar overhead.
Tracy had spent two hours working both of her lovers into a fever, before ordering Harry to finish Daphne off with his tongue, as she worked his veined shaft to drive the poor male to the edge, and hold him there. Daphne swore to and by Morgana as Harry hissed and tongued the little hooded knob hiding in Daphne's core. The Ice Queen shouted… bucked, and fell still… hanging from her wrists.
Tracy spoke a word; and with a twist of her wrist, the hand on his tightened sack jerked, and the lad dropped… spasming, lost in a world of bliss.
Tracy released the boy, and with the urging of her boot toe, herded him onto his side, before releasing the pale skinned witch, and laying her over the teacher's desk. As she was petting Daphne's hair, urging her back into the world of light, she failed to keep an eye on the male.
Harry had reclaimed his senses and stepped up and forward to take his due. The last three weeks he had not only been cast in the role of the 'bottom', but the submissive as well. By the verbal agreement, each Friday night the position of Top would rotate between the three of them. As Tracy was the one to violate the agreement, He decided that she would be the one to be violated in turn. Recalling the book he had acquired from the 'restricted' section, he used two spells, both lite enough to be done wandlessly. The first altered the sensation of penetration to pleasure, while the second cleaned and lubed the back 'passage' of the target.
Tracy's first sign that something was wrong, the wizard had grabbed her left hip in his hand, as something bigger than her finger spread her ass cheeks. "Potter!"
"Shut it, Slut." Lord Potter, pressed with his hips, the bulbous head breached the witch's exit. "You owe me, and House Potter always collects." His right hand slapped the nearby ass check, before grabbing her above the hip bone. "Now pay up." He applied pressure, sinking slowly into the witch.
"I Never gave you permission…"
"Tonight was My turn to Command two very sexy witches." Harry hissed in her ear. "But Mistress Davis had something special for Lady Daphy. I allowed you to put me into Play, as I knew I could only get one 'ride' tonight. Had I taken my Ride earlier, it would have twisted your Game."
"But my Ass?" the witch hissed as Potter ended his push, buried to the base in her hot back door.
"Yes." He kissed her under the ear, nibbling the nerve cluster there that excited her. "And Next week, it will be me bent over the desk, as Mistress Davis or Lady Greengrass leans on me."
"You're willing to…" the witch grunted.
"We have done everything else, but breach your hymens, and that was so you two could do an empowering ritual." his right hand brushed across her body to cup her left breast, as his left went looking for her 'hooded warrior'. "Besides, this gives you both a week to decide how to collect. Had we gone by our normal pattern I would have used a smaller toy to bring the both of you to release through minor penetration and stimulation. Now I will rip you a new one, and fill in." His skilled fingers triggered the first of her climaxes. "Now, you have the choice. Do I draw this out, or rough ride this very tight ass?"
"The Difference?" Tracy panted as she tried to brace herself on the desk. The only thing to hold onto was Daphne.
"Slow, I play your body like a cello. Rough, I try to pound the head of my cock out your nose." He scraped his teeth over the point of her neck where it met her shoulder.
"Slow sounds like it will take too long." Tracy tried to play coy, something rather tricky to do when bent over a hard wooden surface, and pinned through the ass by a member of the rival house, as he pulled her nipples and tickled her clit.
His fingers vanished from their jobs, as he gripped her hips, and drew out eight of his nine inches, only to return them with as much force as he could. The witch grunted, only to gasp as he withdrew again. He quickly picked up speed as he savaged his shaft in and out of the dark haired beauty.
She closed her eyes as the discomfort turned pleasurable. She could feel her core tightening up. Just as she was about to have a massive orgasim… he stopped. No, not stopped… pulled out. She needed him to finish her off, and he was just gone.
"What the Fuck, Potter!" She stood up in her heeled boots and turned to find her abuser holding a circle of polished silver. From the ring dangled three silver chains ending in nipple clamps.
"I have something else I want to try," he grinned. No, not grinned...leered. With his left forefinger between her breasts, he pushed her back onto the desk. First he attached one to her Left Nipple, tugging to check the fit, before doing the same to her Right. Then he slid his finger into the ring, and led her by the nipples to the Crossbar. "Hands up, Slut. Tonight, we will do this upright." closing the cuffs about her wrists, He let her hang from the bar as he kissed his way down from between her breasts to her puffy, yet breached lips. He licked the little hooded knob, elisting a gasp, before he took the third clamp, and locked it down on her clit.
"Whaa…?" the abused witch gasped as her hips bucked.
"And now we pull the chains tight…" the chains shrunk, bringing tension evenly to all three points of contact, causing Tracy to gasp. Harry spun her to face the wall, before he reapplied himself to her convulsing anus. She grunted with the impact, and hissed as her breasts bounced, tugging on her clit.
"You arse!" she yelled.
"Yes." Harry smiled, as he slapped her ass, causing her to jump, only for her nipples and clit to be tugged. "And next week, Lady Daphne will hear from me how to optimize both the tug, and the squeal. If your ass is invaded will be her call. Now, shall we try to make you sing?" he gripped her hips, and slowly drew out eight of his nine inches again, only to ram them home.
Daphne sat up, grinning as she watched Harry assault and abuse her friend. Standing, she slinked over, and kissed Harry, tongue commanding subservience. She then grabbed the dark hair of the victim, and forced her into a searing kiss. "Remember Slut. We decided that Monday night, we would defile ourselves to bless our champion."
"Yes, milady" Tracy was panting as she sweated and shook under the onslaught of their male, just before she screamed, spasmed completely, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She hung there limp, in her chains, as Harry stood behind her, holding as best he could.
"Did you…?" Daphne released Tracy, and they laid her across the teachers desk. Harry withdrew as her arm dropped to her sides.
"No." Harry snorted as he waved his hand t0 clean himself. "But that is the risk when you plan to fuck a witch out of her mind."
"Potter. Craft a… chair, that will hold me just right, so you can bugger me, face to face."
"Lady Daphne?"
"Milord. You spent the better part of an hour, trying to suck my soul out of my cunt. Tracy blacked out, and I believe that you can bring me to orgasm by anal close enough for you to finish as well."
Harry's wand jumped from where he had stacked his robes, to his hand, as he turned his eyes to the closest student desk. As the wood and iron blurred, only to become a high narrow backed chair, with armrests, heel stirrups, and no seat. A small bar where the back of the knees would hit offered support for the one 'sitting', but it was part of the base, not the saddle. Helping Daphne get seated, Harry closed the collar about the pale witches delicate throat. He stepped between her feet, before he lifted her knees, to extend her booted feet up to his shoulders. He applied the charms that he had used on Tracy, before locking eyes with Daphne.
"And I take what is mine." His bulbous head breached her tender exit, as he sank into her deeply. As he was leaning on her, he twisted his wand, causing another three clamp rig to jump from his robes. As Daphne had a few minutes to recover from her first major climax, her nipples and clit had receded. Harry was quick to firm up her points, and clamp them, before he grabbed the chair, and used it to leverage himself in and out of his other lover.
This time, he finished with her, causing her to buck and thrash in her bindings.
He kissed her one last time, as he withdrew, and cleaned himself off with a wave of his wand.
"Dobby!"
"Great Wizard Harry Potter call?"
"Yes my little friend." Harry patted the elf on the head, as he dressed. "Please return my witches to their beds please. Then clean the room. Good night."
[end flashback]
As everyone had finished both Dinner and afters, the candles started to burn lower, casting the Hall into shadows, as the Goblet of Fire burned brighter.
"Ah!" the Headmaster stood, and shuffled around to stand before the Goblet. "The Witching Hour is Nigh."
The Flames shifted from blue to red… and a flash of flame spit out a scrap of parchment.
"From Drumstrang… Victor Krum!" Albus was a master orator. And the Hall Clapped and Cheered.
A second bloom of red flames… and a second scrap drifted on the collected held breathes of the Hall.
"From Fair Beauxbatons… the enchanting Fluer Delacure!" The Wizards hooted their approval as the witches clapped politely.
A third bloom…
"From Hogwarts… Cedric Diggery!" the Table of the Yellow trimmed robes exploded in cheers.
But the Goblet was not Done. One last Bloom of flame, before dying out.
"Harry Potter." the whisper was heard across the silent Hall.
"Shut it Ron." Harry hissed.
"Harry Potter!" the old man turned to look at the dark haired boy.
Harry stood, and drew his wand. "I Harry Potter, Swear by Magic's Gift, That I neither entered, nor asked to be entered into this Blood-sport. So mote it BE!" The flare about him caused some to see spots. [Expecto Patronum]
A Stagg leapt from his wand, cantered down the aisle to look Dumbledore in the eye, before rearing back on it's hind legs… and exploded into a fine mist.