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Chap. 89 The Tail End (of the Year)

Harry smiled proudly as Ginny Weasley, his official public girlfriend, and Lavender Brown, his increasingly good friend and personal slave, crawled on their hands and knees around the sex dungeon he had been using as his bedroom for nearly six months. He would have called them nude, and in fact most of the civilized world would have said the same, but they were not quite. He had used his increasing powers in Transfiguration to jury-cast a combination of charms and spells that had transformed the girl's clothing into a set of gloves and boots, soft knee-pads, and a couple of other things that helped complete the aesthetic he had been going for.

A discrete shopping trip by Lilith two months ago had taken care of the rest.

Both of the girls wore similar outfits, if they could be called that. Lavender's was purple, Ginny's red, and he had a third pink one for a very special friend who had done a lot for him lately. It started with the collars, matching choker-style ones with a metal heart in silver for Ginny, gold for Lavender, and bronze for Lilith, though he had emphasized that the name-tags, carefully engraved with his own wand-tip, were not given any worth as far as who he liked more. He didn't favor Lavender more because she got gold. The promiscuous girl was given that one because it suited her complexion and the color of the collar itself best.

Each of the girl's collars had a leash clipped to it, which were currently dragging around on the floor beneath them, with a looped handle for easy grip. They were four feet long, just long enough to allow a little bit of play without making him stoop or keep the girls too close while they were... well, being what they were.

Pets.

His Pets.

Currently, the collars were also attached to leather harnesses that sat around each of the young witch's shoulders, before running down their backs and in front between their breasts, before connecting at the crotch and attaching down each thigh to a garter-style loop. A 'V' shape on the rear of the harness allowed access to their rears for play or certain accessories to be used, which for both girls was currently a butt-plug that had a tail attachment. He'd had both Ginny and Lavender in the arse before, so he knew they could handle the relatively small dildo-like shapes, but the weight of the tails as they swung behind the girls would add a whole dimension of pleasure to them. At least, he hoped.

It seemed to be, because while Ginny's stiff, bottle-brush fox tail rose in an arc behind her, and Lavender's fluffy dog tail hung low enough to just drag on the ground, both young women playing at being animals were panting as if they were in heat after just a few minutes of being paraded around for each other, and for Harry.

He was sporting a not-insignificant erection himself, a clear sign of his own arousal. Of course, that was to be expected when two gorgeous witches were all-but naked for him, clad in just paw-shaped gloves and boots, harnesses, collars, leashes, anal tails, and adorable ears to match, and all just for him.

"Bark for me, Lavender," he urged the blonde witch, "Bark like a puppy, like my good girl."

"Woof," the girl barked at once, and settled back on her haunches, which had the side-effect of pressing her full breasts between her upper arms. Lavender smiled up at Harry, then pushed her tongue out and started panting like the puppy she was pretending to be.

A part of Harry expected her, his slave, to laugh it off. Perhaps to try and woof in a more sultry manner, to tease him directly. To behave like a teenage girl pretending to be a dog. But like Ginny, Lavender seemed to be taking this role-play very seriously. Even while sitting with her knees spread, arse on the ground, and hands down near her ankles almost nude, she showed no shame at her state. Dogs didn't get embarrassed, or feel shame like that, after all. What the witch did show was adoration, devotion, and love.

On the couch nearby, the smaller Ginny was turning in circles on her hands and knees, her fox-tail stuck up in the air. Then she flopped onto her side and lifted one leg to touch her pussy. She only rubbed it for a moment before she moved her hand to bat at the anal plug's fuzzy tip like it was a muggle cat-toy. Harry grinned as he dropped a hand to Lavender's head and started petting it, rubbing lightly between the transfigured ears. The panting grew more intense, and Lavender rose to her knees again smoothly before she pressed her side against his leg, clearly asking for more.

So he let his hand drift lower, running in long, smooth motions from her scalp down her neck, past the thick waves of her hair and down the smooth curves of her back to her rump, which he kneaded or lightly spanked once before returning to the top and stroking her again.

While he petted Lavender, Harry slowly maneuvered over to his other Pet, the blonde bouncing against his leg occasionally as she kept up. When he was close enough, he started petting Ginny too, with a few light scratches on her scalp, before his fingers drifted down to massage the line of her jaw. She leaned into his touch just as an animal would, and Harry's smile widened.

They were perfect, his two Pets.

Then Lavender put a hand up, fingers curled like a paw, onto the couch and leaned her nose toward Ginny, giving an audible snuffle.

"What's that, girl? You think she smells good? I do, too. But I think she needs some belly rubs, don't you?"

Ginny giggled as he stopped rubbing her jaw and drifted down, over her upper breast, to use his nails to lightly scratch the taut, pale, lightly freckled skin there. And Ginny purred, almost cat-like, a low rumble that sounded strange and yet entirely right coming from her slender human body. Her form twisted around his hand, her lower leg actually bumping against Lavender's shoulder, and she let out a little whimper of pleasure.

The smaller girl's legs opened wider, and her hips twitched forward. Lavender looked up at him curiously, and whined herself. Merlin, they were so good at this already- it was like both girls were made to be pets, rather than witches! "Go on, girl," he urged gently, "If Foxy is in heat, you can lick her."

Lavender almost hopped, taking advantage of the cushioning charms on her knees, bouncing like a puppy as she readjusted her position a little. Harry kept his hand on her, stroking from head to rump slowly as she leaned in to drag her long, supple tongue up the younger witch's thigh, all the way to her dripping cunt. It already was, too, Harry could see liquid running out of it, and his Succubus abilities told him both girls were as aroused as he'd ever known them to be.

He was up there himself. He stopped petting Ginny's belly for a moment while he fished his cock from his trousers. He'd been erect before the girls were even fully dressed in their Pet outfits, and it was starting to hurt. But that was alright.. now was time to play. Ginny eyed him lustily, her own hand curled to bat at it gently, which made his dick bounce and sway. Then she leaned in, curling her body further to lap at it with her tongue from the side.

It wasn't a position or angle he was used to, but Harry thought he could well get used to it. She was only teasing him, lapping at his dick like a fox would at a tasty treat, but not actually sucking on him, or even wanking him. How could she? She was a fox, and their hands didn't do that. But that was alright with Harry, he'd just needed to get out of his trousers. The rest could wait.

Lavender's tongue on Ginny's snatch grew more eager, faster, as Harry started lingering longer on her round, plump rear rather than her head.

She gasped and moaned as he finally drifted a little lower, and brushed three fingertips down her own slightly furry labia, "Oh, my dog's wet, too. Is she in heat too?"

"Woof," Lavender barked into Ginny's body, a soft, trembling, needy sound. He used his middle finger to enter her smoothly, up to the second knuckle. Lavender's body clutched and pulled at him just like it had when he'd first taken her in the broom closet. She had suspected, he knew, but not known it was him, and the rape-play had turned her on immensely. Even now he wondered if she wasn't in some way damaged by losing her virginity that way, but she had assured him enough by now in their limited alone time that she had fantasized about it happening like that for years.

This was not quite like that, though she was just as aroused, Lavender wanted him inside her in every way possible now, and as often as possible. This, being his Pet, his puppy, was another dimension she had not known she needed or wanted, but she was already very into it. Her owner, her Master, made her happy just by being nearby.

By letting her be free. Free of thought, of worry, of care. There was only the need for his touch, and the base instincts of a dog. That was all she had to deal with. No stress of politics, of war, or interpersonal relationships, of her reputation after sleeping with what felt like half of Gryffindor by this point in the year. All she had to worry about was how she felt, how her fellow pet felt, and her Master's happiness.

And she was a good puppy.

She felt so good!

Foxy, below her, whined and whimpered as her orgasm neared. Puppy wasn't even trying to make her climax, not really, she was just lapping at the delicious juices that her fellow Pet was leaking while she was in heat. She wished her Master would do the same to her, but that was as far as the thought process went before she remembered he was teasing and fingering her. Master was already giving her touch, making her feel exquisite.

Puppy whined, and selfishly pushed herself back into Master's probing fingers, but she didn't stop licking, either. Foxy tasted too good to stop, and she knew Foxy was about to go over the edge, too.

Harry reached down and pinched one of Ginny's nipples, then leaned over Lavender's body to kiss her deeply, their tongues tangling. Her sensitive ears heard him whisper, "Cum, Foxy. Cum on Puppy's mouth."

Ginny- Foxy- whimpered, and whined, and Puppy wished she could have seen her sister-pet's eyes roll back in her head as she started to twitch and grind helplessly against the dog-girl's mouth. A rush of sweeter, more tangy fluid hit her taste buds, and Puppy lapped them up even faster, more eagerly.

Then she whimpered and whined herself as Master withdrew his fingers.

Moments before something bigger, thicker, three times longer, drove home into her in a smooth motion that made her buck and howl, "Awwooo!"

Harry grunted, the faint vibrations of Lavender's climax the moment he sheathed himself up against her womb enough to nearly coax out his own. He hunched over her next, and pulled on the leash and collar to turn her head to let his tongue dance against hers, cheek-to-cheek.

Then he stood on his knees again, and used his left hand to tug on Ginny's collar until she obeyed, whimpering and still hazy-eyed with the force of her climax, "That's it, Foxy. Get down there and lick Puppy's fat tits."

After he'd given the instruction, Ginny moved faster. In just a couple of seconds, she was on her back with her own tits in the air, head below Lavender's torso. He could sense more than see that she was using her paw-hands to squeeze one round breast while the girl's mouth nipped and nibbled on the other nipple.

In return, Lavender-Puppy put her right paw over Ginny-Foxy's clit and started rubbing it awkwardly while Harry stroked in and out of her dog-pussy. Master's other hand tugged on the long mane of blonde hair once to arch her back, then it slid lower down the curve again, sending a tingle throughout her body to match how his erection inside her felt.

When he got low enough, Harry grabbed her dog's tail, and gave it a light tug. Not enough to pull it free, but just enough to give her anus a bit of a shock, too, "Awoo," she whimpered.

Then Lavender shuddered as Ginny shifted further, twisting her body so she could lick at her master's swinging scrotum and the fuzzy folds of her sex, too.

Harry groaned at the additional sensation, then pulled out and rammed his massive cock into Ginny's tight throat, "That's it, Foxy... take it, just relax... you like the taste of Puppy's cunt that much?"

He stroked twice, then withdrew before plunging into Lavender once more. He fucked her harder and faster, ten, twenty times, before pulling out and using Ginny's fox-throat again for another three pumps. Back into Lavender, and she howled again, her own second, stronger climax held off now by the on-and-off sensation of being filled, then achingly empty.

Then she yelped as Harry slapped her rump, before he ordered, "When I pull out next, Puppy, I need you to stay there- don't beg."

She didn't know why he'd ordered that, but she knew she would obey. Puppy was a good dog, and obeying Master was all she ever wanted to do.

And he made her feel so good.

She climaxed again, and he forced himself just a little further, tugging and teasing half-way through the entrance to her womb, and stayed there while the pain of it somehow enhanced her already huge orgasm.

Out, fast, in, faster still, three more times, her body aching and panting and burning, she was already done, couldn't he see, and he was-

Harry pulled out, slammed into Ginny's throat once, yanked himself free while he grabbed the soft, swaying dog-tail and threw it around his cock. Soaking wet, he jerked himself off with it to finish as he sprayed twelve, thirteen huge squirts of semen all over Lavender's rear, her thighs, and even more on Ginny's chest and face.

When he was finally done, Harry let out an almost hysterical laugh and knee-walked back a few inches so he could see better but kept a hand on Lavender's white-coated arse and Ginny's face, "You girls- my Pets- are something else. Fuck. That was amazing. Please tell me we can do this again!"

Lavender, over her shoulder, gave a wide-smiling bark, then shoved her bottom onto Ginny's face as she hunched to start lapping up Master's more salty fluids from her sister-Pet's belly.

Harry's pleasure grew. Yes, he was definitely going to enjoy this- as much as they seemed to, as well.

(O)(O)(O)

"Pot- er, Harry, can... can we speak with you? In your d- your room?"

Harry looked up from his reading- he was a few chapters further into The Ultimate Guide to Kink, and expected to be done before they boarded the train in six days. As was often the case, Lilith was on her knees, as herself this time, going down on him to pass the time while he read. He knew Ron and Hermione were in the room he'd left for them, shagging wildly, because he could hear their moans. Pansy and Astoria were in the library, along with Luna, Ginny, and Lavender, the latter two of whom had grown just a little closer since the evening before. The sixth-year witches were helping Ginny and Luna study for the remaining N.E.W.T.s, because apparently the death of the Headmaster wasn't enough to cancel all end-of-year exams anymore. Astoria was there mostly to hang out, he was sure, but she would study too. She was a good kid.

Of course, if the younger Greengrass had been present, he'd probably have been getting his reading and blowjob in his room instead of the common area, but since she was gone for an hour or two he felt comfortable doing it here.

Lilith, of course, didn't stop sucking on him as his attention moved to the two girls who had entered from their own bedroom, "Oh, hi, Daphne, Tracey. Both of you? Should Lilith come? Or just us?"

The blonde and brunette shared a glance, the first far more red-faced than her smaller companion, "I... just you, I think. I don't particularly mind if she knows, but I think having her present would be... distracting."

"Alright. Well, give me a moment- she needs to feed to keep her strength up, and I've been holding off. Let me just... Aaahhhh, that's it. Enjoy it, beautiful..."

Lilith gulped around his shaft rapidly, her own eyes fluttering in mutual orgasm as he finally let himself climax down her throat. She was still weak, barely able to maintain even his preferred form, but at least she was back on her feet. He hoped that, by the end of the year, she would be well and truly back to normal. But as his pleasure helped her return to her normal self in addition to just the fluids he released at orgasm, she had encouraged him to hold off and not simply use his own magic and Succubus-granted powers to climax over and over, which would make the individual effect of each orgasm weaker anyway. It was, he knew, the emotion behind the fluids that gave them strength, and provided fuel to the creature.

Once his climax was done, Harry made a show of pulling out a twenty-two inch penis from the tiny body, then let Tracey and Daphne, now both very red-faced, watch as it reverted to a more normal size of ten or so inches. Lilith pushed herself almost painfully slowly to her feet, swayed a little as if she were dizzy, then leaned down to kiss her Master briefly before she tossed a wave to the two Slytherins, "I'll be in Pansy and Astoria's room, I suppose, to give you some privacy."

"Thank you," Tracey murmured quietly, and Harry was pleased to see the petite girl, Lilith's own size, almost to the centimeter, watch her nude form avidly as she crossed the room. Harry took the effort to close his robes around his still-hard member, but didn't do up his pants, only held them in place with one hand while the other carried the book under his arm.

Inside the dungeon that had become his bedroom once more, Harry set the book on his bed then turned to face the girls. Daphne was still closing the door, and he noted with amusement that she locked it before turning to face him. Tracey was already shucking her clothing, and she piled it carefully at the edge of the couch while she waited for her girlfriend, usually more sedate, to join her.

Daphne didn't strip, but Harry didn't mind. Tracey doing it told him full well, if his powers had not, what both girls wanted.

Him.

He was, of course, not going to refuse them. He never would, if he had the choice, and both girls seemed to appreciate it. But he could be patient, he would wait until she was ready. Of course, even though he knew full well that it was the quieter, soft-spoken, and taciturn Tracey who really led their relationship, it was Daphne who would do the talking. She'd always been the face of their couple, ever since they had become friends.

The blonde didn't disappoint, her hourglass figure coming into view as she doffed her robe but left the rest of her green- and silver-trimmed uniform on for now. She left the robes hanging over the arm of the couch as if she intended the stay to be brief. Also as usual, she didn't beat around the bush. Neither she nor Tracey appreciated wasting time, "We have discussed it at length, and... and we will both be accepting your Succubus' Runes, providing the offer is on the table."

"You know what that entails?"

Daphne swallowed, and her hand was taken up by Tracey's, "I... do. I will... I will do what it takes. Even if it means another... man..."

"We do have a Succubus," he reminded her, "Strictly speaking, like we discussed during Ron's ritual a couple weeks ago, you don't have to have another man. I can do one, Lilith- with a penis- can do one, and you can simply give your girlfriend cunnilingus for the third. The other participants can all be female if you wish. There's Hannah Abbot, Hermione, Ginny, Pansy, Lavender, or even Astoria if you've a mind."

Tracey gave a small smile of amusement, as Daphne turned red-faced, "How- how dare you-! That's my little sister!"

"She doesn't have to," Harry chuckled, shrugging casually, "I just said she would be able, if you wanted to. Mind, I'm not particularly comfortable with that myself. I agree with you, Daphne, she's a little young and innocent for... all of this."

"There is also Miss Vane, is there not?" Tracey asked quietly, probably to distract Daphne.

Harry blinked, "I... I suppose there is. I'm... well, I don't know if I'd rather have her involved or not. She's... well, she can be a lot of fun, but... she's not the same. As before. And that's partially, or almost fully, my fault. I messed it up. I messed her up. I wouldn't... I don't want to make things... worse."

The two Slytherins shared a significant look, but neither protested about the matter.

"Oh, and there's Luna Lovegood, and Katie Bell, I think. I'm fairly sure both would be interested, but as neither of them have Runes yet either, I can't be sure."

Daphne nodded, "I- I think the first set of names would be sufficient for us to decide on... on a pair. Will your Succubus- will Lilith, or Lyra- be... healthy enough? I know you had planned on doing another set or two before the end of the year, but with her injury..."

"She is still pretty weak," Harry acknowledged with a glance through the walls in the direction he could feel the Succubus in. She was lightly rubbing herself as she listened in on the conversation through his ears, not that he minded. If Daphne didn't care that she knew, what harm was it? It only saved him the work of telling her himself, "But she tells me she'll be able to do at least one ritual the night before the train leaves. A few days, perhaps a week, after that she'll be ready for another. Doing two at once like you seem to want to do is a bit of a stretch, but if we give her another month or so to recover she should be okay."

"I..." Daphne looked down at Tracey, and he saw her give the smaller girl's hand a squeeze, "I'm not sure we can wait that long. What... what you've said about the boost in power seems... helpful. We will probably be in some danger over the summer, and-"

Harry blinked, "Well... wait, what? Danger? Why would you be in danger?"

"Milly's home is compromised," she reminded him, "As she explained on the Train coming back from the holidays. Did you forget? Even with the protections she's added herself, it-"

Harry interrupted her with a raised hand, "I'm sorry, hold on. I- I was going to tell you, tell everyone, later, but... I don't intend for you to go to Millicent's after school ends."

"My parents are even less safe," Daphne protested, "I can't-"

"You're coming to live with me," he told her quietly, giving her a pointed look.

Daphne blinked.

Tracey blushed, and he saw a gentle smile steal over her otherwise placid expression.

"What?"

"You," he indicated both girls, "and Hermione, Ginny, Lavender, and everyone else in the group except maybe Neville, Hannah, and if he chooses to Ron, are staying with me for the summer, at my place."

Daphne scowled, "I was under the impression your relatives were, as the muggles say, 'pieces of work', and unfit for being introduced to, much less staying with."

Harry grinned as he sat down on the bed and gestured for the two to have a seat on the couch facing him, "Well, Sirius is a bit of a dog, and a bit dodgy, too, but he's alright. But that's his house, not my house. And as for my muggle relatives... I'll have as little to do with them as possible if I have my way. My cousin's turning out alright, but... no, I mean Potter Manor. The new one, I suppose."

Both girls' eyes widened in unison, "You- you've rebuilt Potter Manor?"

Harry shook his head, "No- and actually, it was Lilith who did most of the work, I think. Her and Fleur Delacour. You know, the Beuxbatons Champion a couple years ago."

Daphne's face turned red once more, and she whispered, "You- you have a Veela...? As a lover...?"

"She's about half Veela," Harry shrugged, "but yes, we've become intimate too. She's keeping up the house while I'm at school."

The blonde seemed about to faint, "How... how many lovers do you... h- have...?"

Harry grinned, "I don't think you really care. But you fancy her, don't you? Blonde beauty like her?"

Tracey nodded, "She admitted her crush before we started dating."

"Tracey!"

"I would also appreciate shagging Fleur Delacour," the petite girl shrugged innocently, "I do not see the problem in allowing you to do the same."

"She is a fantastic lover," Harry chuckled, "But anyway, we didn't come here to discuss that. What can I do for you? Aside from just telling me you want the Runes, which I sort of assumed."

Daphne suddenly looked a little more nervous, but Tracey went almost perfectly still. The blonde witch swallowed, looked at her lover, then, red-faced once more, back at Harry, "I... we understand that, to perform the- the ritual, one must... be of service. Orally, vaginally, and... and anally."

Harry nodded, "That's right. Pretty sure we've covered that."

Another glance between them, "W- Well, we- we spoke to Parkin- Pansy about it, recently, and... and she tells- she told- us that-"

"You don't have to be nervous, you know," Harry reminded her, "We're friends, aren't we? I'm not going to judge you, Daphne, or you, Tracey. Just get it out."

She swallowed, nodded, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. He watched Daphne try with visible effort to relax. Thankfully, it seemed to help, for her eyes were bright and shining blue again when they opened, even if her face was still a brilliant scarlet, "Neither of us have ever had anything larger than a finger in our bums, and we'd... we both worry you would hurt us. Without, um, p- preparation."

Harry smiled, "Oh. Is that all?"

"Is- all?" Daphne squeaked, "We- we're not..."

Harry kept chuckling as he shrugged off his robe and stood up, leaving it on the bed. He pushed his trousers down next before removing the rest of his clothes so he was as naked as Tracey was, "Take off your clothes, Daphne."

She spluttered, "But- but I'm not-"

"Take. Off. Your. Clothes... my Concubine," Harry growled. Not angrily, but in that tone he knew would suggest that she should obey.

Not that their Contract, if and when it was signed or in effect, would force her to obey his whims. But he still knew Daphne. She shuddered, and started disrobing the rest of the way.

While she did, Harry moved over to Tracey and, with a hand on her shoulders, turned her so she faced the same way he did. Both watched her, the smaller body warm as it pressed against him, the small of Tracey's back nestling his straining erection as he reached over her shoulders to tease her taut, pebbled nipples.

Once the blonde was undressed too, Harry stepped away from them both, uncaring of his wobbling cock or how the girls both stared at his increasingly muscular legs, back, and rear as he moved behind the bed and to the long shelves of sex toys, which he really needed to get around to having Dobby pack. But not just yet, "See, we have a wide array of things to help. They've been charmed to be self-cleaning and -sterilizing, and they can be turned on or off with a tap of a wand. Vibrating, warming, and so on. Lubrication is here- I wouldn't advise putting anything up there when it's dry unless you're lubed yourself or quite experienced. So just one question, then. Do you want to put them in each other, or should I do it for you?"

He watched with amusement as both Daphne and Tracey gulped, looked at each other searchingly, then pointed at him, "You can do it."

He smiled, then reached up for a size one and a size three anal plug. He wasn't a master by any means, but they were similar in shape to the tails he'd used with Ginny and Lavender the evening before, so he figured he'd be alright, "The cone end goes inside, obviously. Rounded, so it doesn't stab you. The flat part is to grip as it comes out. Just large enough you can feel it, but not to be uncomfortable to sit on. I'm... I'm told it takes some getting used to, but if you've worn one comfortably for a few hours in a stretch, you can probably go to the next size up."

"I... I see," Daphne murmured, then reached for the larger of the two plugs, "May I-"

"Ah, no," Harry grinned, "I'll absolutely let you feel one- but this one's for Tracey. You need the size one."

She spluttered again, and Tracey giggled.

"You do have a tighter arsehole," the smaller girl said.

Harry's grin felt like it would split his face in half at her embarrassment. Daphne was a good six inches or more taller than her girlfriend, and the size difference in their plugs had seemed so obvious.

"Come on, why don't one of you lay down on the couch on your back, and the other one get on top of her. It'll help you relax if you snog for a bit."

He watched as Daphne assumed the lower position first, which he supposed made sense. Tracey wouldn't crush the bigger girl if she lost motor control mid-orgasm, not that Daphne was huge compared to her. He applied liberal lubricant from the tube to both anal plugs, and made sure to smear it around while leaving a fair bit on his fingers. While they were distracted with each other's mouths, he also made sure to wipe down the front of his cock.

He wasn't shagging their arses, but they might not be fully aroused when he was ready, so he thought it'd be best to prepare. Just in case.

When he stepped behind the girls, they were breathing heavily, and Tracey was doing her best to maul one of Daphne's breasts with her small hands. He looked down at the pink and brown folds of the pair with a smile. Both were lesbians, or a lesbian and a bisexual who generally preferred women, and he had been, and would be, the only man to ever fuck them. Lilith might well do it too, he knew, but she was as much a part of him as he could wish for, and thought nothing of sharing the two with her.

"Who's first?" he asked quietly, holding both plugs between the fingers of the same hand as he got on his knees beneath them.

"I- I suppose I do need more practice," Daphne admitted.

"I don't know if a few seconds will make much difference," Harry pointed out, but he didn't wait. With a smooth motion, he pushed the pinky-sized plug into her anus, and she squeaked in surprise and discomfort. Then he tapped it twice with his finger, "You alright there, Daphne? Not too big?"

"N- No," she moaned, "It's... it's about as big as... mm... it's just... it doesn't move."

"It will if I make it vibrate. Probably best just to get used to it like this, though. You sure the size is okay?"
Tracey nodded for her, and looked down beneath their bodies, "I have used two of my fingers in her anus. It is uncomfortable, but she can handle it. That seems smaller."

Harry acknowledged her statement with a nod of his own, "Alright, well, we'll stay with this, then. I've read it's more the duration that causes a proper bit of training, so when it's not uncomfortable any more, we'll upgrade. You ready, Tracey?"

The brunette nodded at once, "I wish to be filled."

He grinned as he knee-walked a little closer, "You want this plug in your arse, little one? And my cock in your delicious, tight pussy?"

"Yes," Tracey moaned. The sound was drawn out, and turned into a nearly-pained groan as he pushed the inch and a half-wide cone into her bum. Her anus closed around it with a faint pop, and Harry leaned back for a moment to see the silver and rose-gold plugs as simple circles shining from between both girls' rear cheeks.

"Now that's a good sight," he murmured. With a hand free, he started stroking his erection idly, then rose back up a little higher, "Alright, now I know what you really came for, go ahead and keep snogging. I'm going to fuck you now- both of you."

He pushed into Daphne first, gently and slowly, glad he'd thought to apply the lube. She was clearly getting warmed up, and her body welcomed his dick easily, but she was not nearly as wet as he was used to. The anxiety, or perhaps the discomfort, of the metallic shape in her rear hole, was just enough to throw her off.

"Oh, Circe," Daphne moaned as he bottomed out, "It- it feels so different..."

Harry started moving after giving her several seconds to adjust, then reached up and around to cup one of Daphne's full tits, giving it a soft massage. The other went between the girls too, but this time to fondle Tracey's smaller chest. With her, he was a little rougher, but he knew she enjoyed being manhandled as much as he liked doing it to her, so he didn't hold back.

After ten strokes or so, Daphne was well and truly dripping, so Harry started fucking her faster, and had to let go of her nipple. Instead, he used his hands to hold Tracey's petite body as it bounced against him, her arse and pussy slapping against his chest as he fucked the girl beneath her, with one hand on her waist. The other reached for his wand. Distracted, he took a few tries to tap the shining anal plug, but the petite witch moaned in surprise and pleasure as it started to hum and vibrate within her.

But Tracey didn't stop kissing her lover. Soon, almost too soon thanks to the strange, new sensation of a small anal plug in her arse while Harry shagged her smoothly and confidently, and Tracey made love to her with her hands and mouth, Daphne started climbing toward her peak. She didn't even really have a chance to warn the others before it crested, her body wracked with pleasure and pain as it had not been since the night Harry took her virginity.

When he withdrew, leaving her empty and hollow, and wanting nothing more than to have him plug her up once more, Daphne knew she had made the right choice. He had been, and still was, the perfect man for her and her girlfriend. The one to give her, them, children. To be the father of their children, too. To be her all-but-husband, and who would not only let, but encourage her to seek out other women to shag along with her girlfriend and their mutual lover...

Then she felt Tracey buck over her, and knew Harry had slid inside her tiny body, too. How the far more petite Tracey could hold his entire, massive dong she would never know, but it was arousing just thinking about it.

With a pleased, satisfied grin, Daphne lifted her thighs to wrap around Harry and Tracey, pulling them both further against her. She sighed as her lover's pussy, which Harry was already pounding forcefully, bumped and grinded against her own. She reached around one thigh to tug and twist her small plug, hoping the extra tension and pleasure would make her next orgasm as spectacular as the last. Even if it wasn't, she knew it would be good- great, even. And, like Tracey had done for her, Daphne devoted herself to worshiping her girlfriend's mouth, her barely-present tits, her tender neck...

She lost track of time, and in the most glorious way.

So did Harry. All he knew for several minutes was the friction of Tracey's tight vagina clutching at him, Daphne's writhing moans underneath her, the passions of both rising to a boil along with his own.

Tracey started to gasp, and grew tighter still, and he felt overcome. Harry pulled himself free at the last moment, then thrust forward between their sweating bodies. Daphne was already grinding up into Tracey, forming a perfect, steaming-hot and slick sandwich for his cock to form the meat of.

He'd never actually done this before, even though he'd read and dreamed about it a few times, and the newness of it combined with the raunchiness of having both girl-lovers moaning in front of him tipped Harry over the edge almost too fast for him to enjoy it.

The sound of the sticky squelching Tracey and Daphne's bodies made as they pulled apart a few minutes later still had him stiff again for another round, though, "Alright, girls," he ordered them as he tapped Daphne's plug to start it vibrating too, "why don't you lick each other clean, and I'll eat you out to warm you up for more..."

It was a huge shock, but neither objected.