CHAPTER 12: INTIMATE REVELATIONS
The room filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by their soft, exploratory touches and the occasional giggle. As the night wore on, the bond between them deepened, not just in the physical sense, but through the shared anticipation of secrets and stories yet to be told.
Susan was still laughing, shaking her head. "Han, sweetie, a wizard's cock is usually relative to how magically powerful they are. Magic doesn't just improve witches' bodies, you know."
"Wow, then this is probably the biggest cock in the whole world," Hannah exclaimed, wrapping both hands around it and swaying back and forth. Harry felt a surge of pride, both at how highly Hannah thought of him and at her dreamy expression.
"It is...something," Susan said, clearing her throat. "Okay, Potter." She corrected herself quickly, "Harry, sorry." She looked crestfallen for a moment.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked curiously.
Hannah laughed. "Susie wants to do this absolutely perfectly, like everything she does. She gets all bossy when she's nervous."
"You don't need to be nervous," Harry reassured her, leaning forward to caress her cheek. She melted into his hand. "I'm just thrilled you're doing this at all. How lucky am I? But if you really want to do a good job, I'd recommend some lube, some oils or cream of some kind."
"Right." Susan bounced to her feet and quickly returned with a bottle of bath oils, pouring it liberally over his cock until it was shiny and slick. Hannah's soft hands moved gently up and down, creating lewd, wet squelching sounds. Hannah shivered at the sensation.
"Good job, Susan," Harry said, lifting his head to get a better view.
"Now lie down, Mister," Susan instructed sternly. "You need to take it easy and let us Badgers take care of you. But I want to watch you; you're both so stunning. I'll be able to cast a Patronus Charm from this memory for the rest of my life."
Susan blushed at his compliment. "Such a silver tongue." She playfully slapped his chest but still arranged pillows behind his head. "Can you see us now?"
"So gorgeous," Harry murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
Hannah and Susan exchanged a glance, their confidence growing as they continued. Hannah's hands moved with more assurance, and Susan, now at ease, leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin.
"You know," Susan said softly, "I've always wanted to know more about you, Harry. Not just the hero stuff, but the real you."
Hannah nodded, her eyes shining with curiosity. "Yeah, we want to know everything. Your dreams, your fears... all of it."
Harry smiled, touched by their sincerity. "I promise, one day I'll tell you everything. But for now, let's just enjoy this moment."
The room was filled with a sense of camaraderie and intimacy, as the three of them connected on a level deeper than physical attraction. They shared laughs, whispered secrets, and tender touches, creating a bond that would last far beyond the walls of Hogwarts.
"Just hands, Hannah," Susan ordered, seeing Hannah dangerously close to the head of Harry's cock, dripping with precum and oil. Hannah snapped out of her trance-like state and nodded, obediently. Susan shot Harry an apologetic look. "Sorry, Harry. Us witches have to protect our virtue, just like Morgana."
Then, she joined Hannah in gripping him with both hands, starting to jack him slowly with a dirty smile. "But, we're going to make you cum so hard you'll feel like you've been hit by a Bludger."
"Susie," Hannah cried, giggling. Her tits jiggled with every synchronized stroke.
"Thank you, girls," Harry sighed in relief. "I feel better already. I won't ask for anything more. But... I'd feel even better if you two girls took off those bras. They're not hiding anything, and I'd cum even harder if I could see your beautiful breasts."
Hannah wasted no time snapping her bra off, revealing her giant tits for the first time. Her plump melons defied not just gravity but reason itself, mountains of creamy white flesh with hard pink nipples at the peaks. They jiggled and wobbled as she jerked him, bouncing deliciously with her every movement. Hannah giggled as she worked faster and more furiously, framing her elbows under her tits to better present them for his gaze.
Susan raised an eyebrow but followed suit with an amused sigh, knowing her own tits wouldn't amaze him quite as much. Curse Hannah—what use was having big tits when your best friend had huge knockers? Still, she was surprised when Harry turned his hungry gaze on her bountiful chest, and she couldn't help but shake them from side to side for him as she increased the pace of her handjob.
"Wow, Susan," Harry murmured, his eyes devouring the sight. "You're stunning too. Both of you."
Susan blushed, her confidence bolstered. "You really think so?" she asked, giving her breasts an extra shake.
"Absolutely," Harry assured her, his voice thick with arousal. "You both are incredible."
The girls exchanged a glance, their synchronization growing more fluid as they worked together. The bathroom filled with the lewd, wet sounds of their efforts, punctuated by Harry's appreciative groans.
"Do you like this, Harry?" Hannah asked, her voice breathless. "Are we making you feel good?"
"More than good," Harry panted. "You're making me feel amazing."
Susan smirked, her hands moving faster. "Good. We want you to remember this."
Harry's breath hitched as he felt the pressure building. "Trust me, I will."
As they continued, their movements became more fervent, their confidence growing with every gasp and moan Harry made. The air was thick with the scent of bath oils and arousal, and the bond between them deepened with each passing second.
With a final, synchronized stroke, Harry's body tensed, and he let out a loud, shuddering groan. His release was intense, his cum splattering against their hands and breasts, the culmination of their efforts leaving them all breathless and satisfied.
Hannah and Susan looked at each other, giggling as they admired their handiwork. "Well," Hannah said, her voice still tinged with amazement, "that was...something."
"Definitely," Susan agreed, wiping a bit of cum from her chest. "We make a pretty good team."
Harry, still catching his breath, looked at them with a mixture of gratitude and affection. "You two are incredible. Thank you."
The girls smiled, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience. The room, now quiet and calm, held the promise of many more shared moments and secrets yet to be revealed.
She had a figure and a face that would inspire paintings and statues, move artists to create their masterworks. Susan was Botticelli's Venus, full-bodied with long red hair curling down to her hips, glinting in the light and dark in the shadows. Her pink, pale lips and gleaming hazel eyes completed the image. But while Venus modestly covered her breasts, Susan lifted hers for Harry's viewing pleasure, her expression nervous rather than proud or arrogant. Harry gave her a reassuring smile, enjoying the girls' giggling, competitive spirit as their hands met on his shaft.
They playfully swiped each other away from his cock, laughing as they stroked. Harry was suddenly, absurdly reminded of a school trip to an old village, half-ruins and half-reenactment from the Middle Ages. Two young women, giggling interns on a summer job, wore old-timey blouses and skirts, churning butter in a stone pot. One of them had winked at him. He blinked, and the fantasy vanished. The reality was so much better—two beautiful girls striving to churn his butter. How could he help them?
"Don't forget the balls," he ordered, his voice husky.
Hannah was the first to obey, naturally submissive. She jiggled as she knelt to inspect his hefty balls, her tits pressing against his thigh. If Susan's body inspired works of art, Hannah's was custom-built for breeding. When the time was right, Harry was going to keep her barefoot and pregnant for the rest of her life.
"Gently now," Harry murmured. Hannah caressed his balls, first nervously and then with growing confidence, until she was using both hands to knead his nutsack. Her soft, cool touch did nothing to cool his simmering heat.
"I can feel the cum inside," Hannah said in awe. "There's so much of it."
"I'm getting closer," Harry warned, his voice tight with impending release.
Susan, not to be outdone, leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his cock, her eyes locking with his. "We want to see you cum, Harry," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.
Hannah nodded eagerly, her hands still working his balls. "Please, Harry. Let us make you feel good."
Harry groaned, the combined sensations overwhelming him. Their eager hands, their soft whispers, and the sight of their beautiful, dedicated faces pushed him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel the pressure building, the inevitable release just seconds away.
With a final, synchronized stroke from Susan and a gentle squeeze from Hannah, Harry's body tensed. He let out a loud, shuddering groan as he came, his cum splattering against their hands and breasts. The intensity of his release left him breathless and satisfied.
Hannah and Susan looked at each other, giggling as they admired their handiwork. "Well," Hannah said, her voice still tinged with amazement, "that was... something."
"Definitely," Susan agreed, wiping a bit of cum from her chest. "We make a pretty good team."
Harry, still catching his breath, looked at them with a mixture of gratitude and affection. "You two are incredible. Thank you."
The girls smiled, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience. The room, now quiet and calm, held the promise of many more shared moments and secrets yet to be revealed.
Susan quickened her pace, savoring the sensation of having Harry all to herself. She experimented with her technique, twisting her hands at the head, each of Harry's groans serving as a reward. The realization struck her: she, Susan Bones, was bringing immense pleasure to Lord Potter—the Boy-Who-Lived was moaning under her touch. Her movements became more frantic, driven by her own rising desire. The sound of her hands moving rhythmically from the base to the tip was seared into her memory.
"I'll never forget this moment," Susan vowed silently. Regardless of what happened next, whether she retained Harry's favor or was married off to someone else, she knew this memory would stay with her. The mingling scents of a man, bath oil, and steam filled the room, creating an atmosphere thick with Harry's presence. The synchronized movements of their hands, as Hannah rejoined, epitomized the Hufflepuff spirit of teamwork. Harry's moans, punctuated by their names, sent shivers of excitement through her. The sight of him, arching his hips, his incredible length, its ridges, veins, and the constant stream of pre-cum, overwhelmed their senses. Their hands were slick with oils, sweat, and Harry's essence.
Susan whimpered softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their efforts. Hannah's moans echoed her own. They inched closer, practically straddling his thighs, their bodies pressed together in their shared worship of his manhood.
"Harry, please," Susan's voice was a breathless plea.
Harry responded instinctively, arching his hips into their touch. His release was intense and prolonged, his body pulled taut like a bowstring before he came undone. Wave after wave of thick, hot cum surged forth, covering their collarbones, spilling onto their breasts, cascading down their navels, and soaking their panties and thighs.
"More," Hannah murmured, her voice filled with awe and desire.
The girls continued to move their hands, even as they were drenched, their bodies trembling with the intensity of the moment. Each spurt of Harry's release felt like an affirmation, a powerful connection binding them together in a memory that would last a lifetime.
As the final pulses subsided, they remained there, breathing heavily, their hands still gently caressing him, their bodies warm and sticky. The room was silent except for their ragged breaths, the air heavy with the scent of sex and satisfaction.
"Thank you," Harry finally whispered, his voice hoarse but filled with genuine gratitude.
Susan and Hannah exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. This moment was theirs, a secret shared among friends and lovers. They knew that no matter what the future held, this memory would remain a bright, unbreakable bond between them and Harry.
As the final throes of pleasure subsided, Harry collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving with exertion. "Fuck," he breathed, staring down at the shell-shocked girls. They were glazed in white, and he'd never seen anything hotter. His seed coated them, marking them in a way that felt profoundly right.
Susan, catching her breath, muttered, "What the fuck?" Despite his aim being lower, some had spattered up onto their chins. Hannah, without thinking, darted her tongue out and licked some of it away.
"It tastes good," she said, sounding shocked. Her hands were still on Harry's cock, gently caressing it. "I-I...this was…" She trailed off, seemingly entranced by the experience, yet not entirely present. Then, suddenly, she swore, her expression shifting abruptly. "Fuck." She squirmed, grinding her thighs together, panic flickering in her eyes. "Susie, help! Susie, I'm going to go crazy."
Harry's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Lust had taken over Hannah; her eyes were dilated, and she was panting and sweating. Was this what Morgana had tried to protect witches from?
"Go to my bed," Susan commanded, her voice steady despite the situation. "I'll be there soon. Use your fingers."
Hannah scrambled to her feet, her hands cradling her cum-covered breasts, rubbing it into her skin as if in a trance. Yet there was a look of shock, as if she were covered in something far more distressing than cum. Whimpering, her eyes grew teary as she ran out of the bathroom.
"Is she okay?" Harry asked, genuinely concerned.
Susan sighed, staring down at her own cum-covered body. "Fuck," she swore again. "Harry, your magic...it's like offering water to a man lost in the desert." Despite the twitch of Harry's lips, she didn't smile. "It's not funny, really. It's...you don't know how intense it is. It's amazing." She took a deep breath, composing herself. "But a witch's virginity is a powerful thing, and we can't control ourselves…"
"Susan, it's okay," Harry interjected, sitting up. "I don't want to cause trouble. I'll go."
"No, Harry," Susan interrupted, her voice firm but kind. "It's not about causing trouble. You need to understand. This...what just happened, it's a mixture of your magic and our virginity. It's potent, overwhelming." She looked him in the eyes, her expression softening. "We wanted this. We chose this. But we need to handle it carefully."
Harry nodded, understanding dawning on him. "I see. I didn't realize... I never meant to cause such a reaction."
"I know," Susan replied, her tone gentle. "But now that we know, we can manage it better." She paused, then added, "Hannah needs me. But we'll talk more about this. Don't feel guilty, okay?"
Harry gave her a small smile. "Okay. Thank you, Susan."
She nodded, then stood up, moving toward the door. "I'll go check on Hannah. Take your time, clean up. We'll figure this out together."
As Susan left the room, Harry lay back down, processing everything. This experience was more intense than he had ever imagined, and he realized the responsibility that came with his magic and his relationships. But with Susan and Hannah, he felt a sense of trust and connection that gave him hope they could navigate it together.
In the adjoining room, Susan found Hannah on the bed, still trembling but attempting to calm herself. Susan sat beside her, gently taking her hand. "Hannah, it's okay. Breathe with me."
Hannah nodded, following Susan's lead. After a few moments, her breathing steadied. "Susan, I didn't expect it to be like this. It's so...intense."
"I know," Susan replied softly. "But we're in this together. We just need to learn how to handle it."
Hannah squeezed her hand, finding comfort in her friend's presence. "Thank you, Susie. I feel better now."
Susan smiled. "Good. We'll figure this out, one step at a time. And remember, we're not alone."
Back in the bathroom, Harry reflected on the bond he shared with Susan and Hannah. Despite the intensity and the surprises, he felt a profound connection with them, a bond forged in trust and shared experiences. He knew they had challenges ahead, but together, they could face anything.
She extended her hand to help him up, her touch gentle but firm. "You're not trouble, far from it," she began, her voice soft yet earnest. "You're..." She paused, taking a deep breath as her fingers grazed his chest absentmindedly, her eyes locking onto his. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to Hannah. She blossoms when you're around, you know? You bring out a side of her I've never seen before. You inspire her."
She hesitated, glancing down at her feet, her expression conflicted. "And, well, you inspire me too," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Her foot tapped the ground nervously, betraying her inner turmoil. "We'll be in touch, okay?"
Harry nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face. "I'll see you at school. It's not long now." He paused, taking a step closer to her. "But, Susan," he said, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. He reached out, his hand finding the small of her back, pulling her gently towards him. She gasped softly as their bodies pressed together, her breath hitching in her throat. "Hannah's a beautiful, sweet girl. Any smart wizard would be lucky to have her."
He took a moment to search her eyes, his expression serious. "But I want you," he continued, his voice filled with conviction. "As I work to restore House Potter to its rightful place, to make it the most powerful House once more, I want you by my side. I can't promise you'll be my only one - I hold many responsibilities, and," he glanced down, his gaze tracing the lines of her body. "My magic demands a lot of attention. But, I'm offering you a place with me, and the Potter name. Do you understand?"
Susan's eyes widened, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts. She stared at him for a long moment, her mind racing. Finally, she nodded, a mixture of apprehension and excitement in her eyes. "I understand," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
Harry nodded. "I'll see you at school, it's not long now. But, Susan," He drew her in, his hand cupping her arse and pulling her forward. She squeaked as he squeezed, swooned as he kissed her, whimpered as his cum-covered cock rubbed against her panty-covered mound. "Hannah's a beautiful, sweet girl. A prize to any smart wizard. But I want you, as I bring back House Potter back into its rightful place in society, as I make it the most powerful House once more. I can't promise you'll be my only - I hold many houses, and," He glanced down at her glazed body. "My magic demands a lot of relief. But, I'm offering you a place at my side, and the Potter name. Do you understand?"
She quivered in his grasp, her legs growing weak as he held her close. With a flourish, he extended to her the title of Lady Potter, the most esteemed rank in all of Wizarding Society. "Oh, Harry," she murmured tearfully. When he finally released her, she let out a choked sob and hurriedly slipped from his embrace, fleeing the room in a tumult of emotions.
Harry frowned inwardly. Had he miscalculated? Perhaps he had pushed too hard. Marriage, he reasoned, felt like an archaic tradition compared to the allure of wielding power over the realm. Yet, the title of Lady Potter held a profound allure for young women, one steeped in the folklore of the Boy Who Lived. Harry had often downplayed his celebrity in the past, feeling uncomfortable with the adulation. Now, however, he saw its potential as a tool for influence and control.
"I should have leveraged my fame more," Harry muttered to himself, his thoughts swirling with determination. He couldn't afford to underestimate the power of his reputation any longer. It was time to embrace his status and use it to shape his destiny, both in the Wizarding world and beyond.
No matter how many girls wanted to protect their Morgana's Maidenhood until marriage, like a good witch should, he was sure many could be enticed to give it earlier for naught but a promise of a ring and a position at the head of magical society. Susan and Hannah would take time, but time was all he had. He'd see them again at school. He let his mind wander, imagined them in their bed now, naked bodies pressing his cum between them, swapping his cum with their tongues, fingers drilling into each other, or pressing their wet cunts against another furiously, breathing out his name. Soon. Soon.
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