The next time Harry woke, it was far more pleasant than he was was surprised to find that he felt brilliant, in fact better than he'd felt before in his life. Suppose that's just what happens when you no longer have the mutilated soul fragment of a homicidal bastard attached to your head. Though that wasn't what was making it particularly pleasant.
He'd been having a wonderful dream. How could he not after some of the previous night's events? But when he woke, he found that the dream was no better than the waking world. A soft slurping sound reached his ears as the fog of sleep left him.
Looking down, Orina sucked reverently at the tip and first couple of inches of his cock. The rest of his manhood was wet from her spittle and being fisted in one of her hands. She was humping her wet slit incessantly against his knee, doing everything she could to get herself off at the same time. At some point in the night, she'd stripped the rest of her clothing.
A shuddering breath escaped him, drawing the attention of her electric blue eyes. Staring into his own, she pulled him from her mouth and licked up the side of his cock from the base to his tip. She started tonguing his hole as she pumped his shaft. She gave a hum of contentment as she pulled precum from his cock.
He reached down and fisted his hand in her silky blonde hair. The action spurred her on, as she slid her soft lips down his shaft
"Now that is quite the sight. Did I look like that last night?" Anya was awake now too, looking down at her friend.
"Bloody hell, yes! You both look fucking gorgeous." Harry pulsed in Orina's mouth as she pushed down so that he was in the welcoming confines of her throat. When he felt her lips wrap around the very base of his cock, it took all his willpower not to cum right down her throat and into her waiting stomach
Anya hummed, "She looks incredible vith that perfect cock lodged down her throat. Naughty girl is vorking very hard for her reward." Her pebbled nipples were pressed against his side, as she stroked one slim finger against his chest. She's certainly enjoying the site just as much as I am.
Orina started gliding her mouth all the way from his tip back down to the base, swallowing every time she reached the bottom again. That technique didn't take long to make him cum.
With a groan, he started filling the wet confines of her throat with the first two blasts. Feeling this, she retreated up his cock until he was filling her mouth. She moaned as the warm, salty seed covered her taste buds. She suckled on him reverently, making sure not to miss a drop, as he shot off for a solid half minute. When he finally finished, she kissed the tip of his cock once more, "I vanted to see what it tasted like right from source."
"Delicous, no?" Anya asked playfully. Orina nodded her head emphatically. Harry just leaned his head back, content.
Orina smacked at her friend's thigh, and spoke in Bulgarian, "And I'm not a naughty girl. I spent hours watching you get filled and covered. And all the while, I was sitting here horny. If anything, I was a good girl… good friend."
"Oh, but you didn't just watch, did you? You played with your little pussy and helped clean up every chance you got."
"And only made it worse!" Orina insisted.
Anya smiled and ran a hand through her friend's hair, "I know, I'm only teasing. I cannot thank you enough for looking after me."
She leaned her head into the touch, "I was so worried for you."
"I know. I'd have been terrified in your place. We've been taught the dangers of the Lust Potion since we were little girls," Anya shivered thinking on the terrible tales that'd been told by their elders, "When I woke, I could feel it immediately. I didn't have time to be scared, but luckily for me you were here to take care of me."
"And Harry," Orina added, "we couldn't have gotten luckier in our savior."
"No, we couldn't have. Though… I was quite shocked when I realized he was Harry Potter." Hearing his name, he returned his attention to the ladies.
"When was that? When he had his cock buried up to your belly button?" They both shared a chuckle.
"One of the times, yes." Anya idly ran a hand down to his still half hard cock and gave a wicked look toward her friend. She switched to English again and said, "You vere such good girl. I think you deserve reward." As she stroked Harry's cock it quickly returned to full hardness, "Don't you think, Harry?"
Harry looked at her stunned. Swallowing thickly, he spoke slowly, "If that's what Orina wants." As soon as the words left his mouth, she moved so that she was bent over the arm of the couch they rested on, facing away from them both. With her puffy pink pussy on display, she reached back and spread her hole in invitation.
Anya laughed, "Vell, I think she very much vants it."
Positioning himself behind her, Harry took his heavy cock and slapped it up against her drooling hole. Orina jumped at the impact and turned pleading eyes toward, "Please… please, don't tease me. I had my fill of it last night."
"Definitely not vhat you vanted to be filled with last night." Anya teased, earning a glare from her friend.
Steadying himself so that his cock sat just centimeters from entering her, he swore he could feel the needy heat coming from her pussy. "I'm still not sure how badly you really want it."
Orina growled at him, unamused by his goading. Taking it as a challenge, one of her hands shot from underneath her to wrap around his shaft. She pulled him forward so that the head of his throbbing cockhead nestled into her wet folds, drawing the lewdest moan he'd ever heard from her. She dropped her upper body to the couch, the swells of her breast pillowing out underneath her as she arched her back in a positively obscene manner. He couldn't help but notice that Orina's ass was fuller than her friend's.
When she spoke, her voice was pure sin, "My pussy is your personal cumdump. Fuck me, use me, and fill me as many times as your balls can handle. I don't care if you drive me mad vith pleasure in the process, the denial was surely vorse." she wiggled her ass, sliding another inch into her, "Now, do you understand how badly I want it?"
Harry answered her filthy declaration the only way that made any sense to him… with action. He gripped her hips and snapped his own forward in one powerful thrust. He didn't even give her a chance to get accustomed to his size, she'd inspired far too much lust with her lewd speech for that.
"Fuck yes!" she screamed breathlessly, not minding one bit, "Thank you. Thank you for using my naughty pussy." He found it hard to believe this magnificent creature was thanking him, but he wasn't going to complain.
"You have a filthy mouth, and a naughty little pussy," he smacked her ass, turning the pale skin red, "But you are a good girl, remembering your manners." She clenched, moaned, and started throwing her ass back into every thrust he made. The flesh of her ass rippled enticingly with every impact. She was far too lost in the lecherous moment to respond in words.
He felt movement from behind as Anya came to stand by his side. One of her hands reached out and ghosted along Orina's spine, causing her to shudder in pleasure, "You two look incredible. It must have been absolute torture for her last night."
She pinched her friend's ass, "I'm surprised she didn't beg you to stretch her the moment we vere done if this was what she was subjected to for hours. I know I would have." Grabbing Harry's hand, she guided it down to her own arousal. She braced herself against his shoulder as her eyes fluttered shut from the pleasure.
Haltingly, between each powerful thrust, Orina managed to respond, "I must… have greater… villpower than you." Her comment lost any impact as she shook with her first orgasm. Her clutching hole did everything it could to draw the cum from his cock, but Harry wasn't having any of it. No, instead he fucked her right through that first orgasm and into the next. Her pussy juice dripped in thick rivulets down from where they were joined and stained the satin couch below.
Nearing her own peak, Anya smirked down, "Such amazing villpower. You're cumming faster than me on that cock, and you… Oh... you don't even have a Lust Potion running through your veins."
For a split second, Orina looked embarrassed at that accusation, but it didn't last, "You weren't teased for hours with this magnificent cock!" Whatever retort was on Anya's lips failed her as she shuddered and shook around his fingers. She tried to hide it, but she let out a little squeak that drew Orina's attention.
Orina smirked at her friend, "You just finished faster on his fingers than I did on his cock. Please teach me your incredible resilience." Harry enjoyed their competitive little bit of banter as it continued back and forth. He lost track of time, as he pounded Orina's beautiful body.
As she reached a fourth peak, he found himself fixated on Orina's bouncing bum. The way her ass rippled and flexed with every thrust was captivating. But really drew his attention was the tight ring of puckered muscle just in the middle that contracted and pulsed through each orgasm.
Pulling his fingers from Anya, he brought his hand to Orina's ass cheek and grabbed a handful, his thumb, slick with pussy juice, grazed against the sensitive skin of her tightest hole. She gasped and shot him a dirty look but didn't say anything. Running on nothing more than instinct at this point, he tentatively slid his pinky into her hole up to the first knuckle.
The reaction was immediate. She cascaded from her last orgasm into the hardest one yet. There was an audible wetness as her puffy pussy spasmed hard, releasing a cascade of juices from where they were joined. That finally milked the cum from his cock. He hilted himself balls deep and unloaded everything he could manage into her greedy hole.
"Yes!" she screamed, "Goddess, fill me with all your warm cum." Her eyes glazed over in pure bliss. But she still had the wherewithal to drop one hand to his balls, her delicate fingers gently trying to draw out even more of his cum.
When he was done painting her insides white, she groaned and shivered as he pulled free from her body. He smiled and smacked her ass lightly. He noticed that he left behind a pearl of his seed right at her entrance. It didn't stay there long though as Anya gathered it up on her finger, drawing a whimper from Orina, and brought it to her lips. She stared right at him as she savored the flavor and cleaned the digit.
He looked from one girl to the other, knowing full well that he could go again if they only asked. But at a certain point, I've got be responsible. Can't have people worrying about me forever.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his tousled hair, "This's been amazing. The single greatest experience of my life, honestly. But I know there are people worrying about me, and I'm sure the same is true for you two." Orina said nothing, still recovering from their vigorous rutting. However, Anya agreed but was clearly disappointed. She probably wanted another round of her own. She did say they're creatures of desire.
They each dressed, and it was only then that he realized there was no pain in his left leg. I twisted my ankle running from Lucius. It was a pretty bad twist. It should at least be swollen. Harry wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth though.
Anya retrieved a change of clothes from her locker while Harry and Orina put on the ones they'd been wearing the night before. They'd paid his attire no mind the night before, the situation didn't allow it, but they both teased him when they noticed he supported the Irish.
As they exited the room together, he remembered something from the incident the night before, "Anya," she looked to him curiously, "you said that you were mine last night… when you were expelling the Horcrux from my head."
Smiling widely, she responded, "I did because it's true."
"For me, too," Orina added, surprising him. They reached the field and were walking across its wide expanse toward the exits. The sun shone high and clear above them. The unconscious Death Eaters were long gone now.
He did his best to take that information in stride, "And… what does that mean?"
"Nothing bad," Orina assured him. "I told you Veela are very discretionary in our partners. Our allure helps in that regard… mostly. It allows us to weed out men who vouldn't be suitable."
"But when we find someone suitable and lay with them, small part of our magic entwines with theirs providing us certain protections. We have no control over when it happens either," Anya added.
"Protections?"
"It gives us greater control over our allure. Essentially, it becomes balanced with your magic and fixated on you. And we usually try to find men capable of protecting us… vhich you have. So now you'll know if we are ever in danger in future."
"Right…" Nothing too bad yet. "Anything else? Any drawbacks?"
"No drawbacks!" Orina insisted, but pursed her lips in thought, "Or at least there shouldn't be. Though you're more powerful than any man who's ever been entwined, as far as I know. And the circumstances weren't exactly normal either so there might be some differences." She tapped one finger to her lips, "I know in the past there were couples that could feel some ghost of one another's emotions, particularly related to passion or lust. But that shouldn't be any great burden if it happens."
"And we vill take no other lover," Anya told him casually, as though it wasn't massive news. "Though after last night, I can't imagine I would ever want to. And to think it was only your first time." She gave him a wide, dreamy grin.
Harry stared at her wide-eyed. Orina noticed his reaction and pinched Orina making her yelp, "What she said is true, but it doesn't work both vays. Our magic works hard to find acceptable partner, it rejects any other once it's managed it."
While he enjoyed their incredible night, and morning, of passion, he barely knew the two women. There were girls he knew and cared about and fancied.
"I… are we married then?" When he chose to help Anya, this isn't what he'd expected to say the least. They came to halt as they reached the stadium's exit.
"No, but we are entwined," she brought a hand to his neck and rubbed it soothingly. "You are powerful, more powerful than anyone I've encountered. If we took you back to Veela conclave you may take half dozen more lovers or more. We're discretionary, as I said. So, it's not unheard of when suitable man is found that he is shared by more than one Veela. It happens very rarely though. Few can handle such things."
Anya pinched his bum, "You would."
He looked to Orina, who shrugged, "She's right."
"Lucky for you we are not jealous by nature. We understand appeal of a powerful wizard… though we are prideful. So, you may find yourself with two needy Veela on your hands if you fuck someone else," Anya added playfully. "No, if there is some girl that you want… have her, love her, marry her even."
"But you are going to be a part of my life either way?" For a split second, he thought of asking if there was any way to break it, but he thought better of it. She did just say they are prideful and there are worse fates than being tied to two gorgeous women.
She nodded confidently, "You'll be surprised what vomen are villing to do when presented vith prospect of a handsome, loving, protective, powerful man. Tell any you vish about us. It von't be problem you are probably imagining."
He'd take her word for it for now. I'll find out for myself eventually. "And you'll be staying in England then?"
"Ya."
"Where will you live? I don't exactly have a place for you." That wasn't entirely true, but until he reached his majority in a year, he didn't have access to any of them thanks to the machinations of others at the end of the last Blood War.
"We have own means. You are still Hogwarts student, ya?" He nodded, "Vhat is nearest village?"
"Hogsmeade."
"We vill move there then."
There was more they'd need to discuss he was sure but that was about as much as he could take all at once. They walked down the path from the stadium back toward the tents. The encampment was largely emptied out, though there were still some people trying to either recover their things or looking through what'd been destroyed. There were many scorch marks on the ground from tents that had burned to ash during the rioting.
"So… where are you from in Bulgaria?" He asked as they emerged from the tree line.
"Our conclave is in Nevystata Forest not far from Bulgaria's southern border with Greece near town of Smolyan. Some 200 of us are hidden from unwelcome visitors by our magic. It's beautiful place, you should visit someday." He smiled at that, he intended to travel in the future, he saw no reason to avoid Bulgaria, "And where are you from?"
"I grew up in Surrey, with my aunt and uncle." He frowned, "Truly unpleasant people but they've been largely indifferent to me over the years. They've always been too afraid to treat me poorly, so we just do whatever we can to stay out of each other's way."
"Why were they afraid?" Anya asked.
"Because of my regular visitors."
"Who?"
"Professor Dumbledore is the first one I remember when I was three, though they happened before that from what I'm told." Harry explained, "He, Professor McGonagall, Remus, quite a few people checked on me regularly to ensure I was being treated well." He chuckled to himself, "Once, my aunt hit me with a frying pan." Both women looked disgusted at that, "She never thought to do it again after Dumbledore found out."
"Any hobbies, Harry?" Orina asked after a brief silence, trying to lighten the mood after that bit of information.
"Flying and dueling mostly," he told them, "I never feel better than when I'm up in the sky or winning a fight."
"Never?" Anya asked, a wicked smile on her lips.
Harry chuckled, heat rising in his cheeks, "Never… until last night anyway."
"We both love to fly," Orina informed him. "It's why we both decided to join mascots for Bulgarian team. We don't play, but we enjoy watching matches. You play quidditch?"
"Seeker, yeah. We'll have to go flying together when we get the chance." That caused both girls to smile. As they neared the area of the encampment where the Weasleys had been, they were charged at by a ruddy great black dog. Oh Sirius! I didn't expect them to bring him along.
Before his godfather got a chance to jump, he spoke sternly, "Padfoot, sit!" Coming up short, Sirius did as commanded, but his tail was wagging happily where he sat. He looked between Harry and his two companions and barked in obvious joy.
A few seconds later, Remus and Arthur came around one of the tents. The second they saw him, they sagged in relief. "Harry! Thank Merlin you're alright. We looked everywhere for you," Remus said. Both men spared a brief look at his companions but didn't say anything about it.
Arthur put a warm hand on his shoulder, "Everyone's been worried sick, can't stop themselves from thinking the worst. Ron and Hermione have been blaming themselves for losing you."
"It wasn't their fault, honestly. It was chaos. I'm just happy to know everyone's alright." And given the way things turned out, I wouldn't have wanted it to go any different.
"Let's get you back to the Burrow, and Molly will get a warm meal in you." At the mention of food, he finally realized just how hungry he actually was. I did plenty to work up an appetite last night. But he wasn't going to just leave Orina and Anya.
"Of course, just let me…"
Orina cut him off before he could finish, "Go Harry, we'll be fine finding our own vay. There's nothing dangerous here anymore."
He wasn't convinced, "If you're sure?"
Both women smiled beatifically at his concern, "We're sure." Orina leaned in and planted a chaste kiss to his cheek, "Thank you, for everything."
On his other side, Anya did the same, "We'll see you soon, Harry."
"I know the Bulgarian contingency set up a station near their camp to help with getting everyone home," Arthur supplied helpfully. With that both women were off, leaving Harry behind with the three other men.
"Seems you had quite the interesting night." Remus said, noticeably trying not to snicker. You don't know the half of it.
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