"This place is beautiful," Hestia sighed as she looked around the small, private Caribbean island that it turned out belonged to the Black family.
"Yeah, it is," Gwenog smiled. "After we won the European Cup, the owners, wanting to celebrate the greatest accomplishment in the history of the franchise, took us to Mallorca. I thought that was the most beautiful place I've ever seen but this might just give it a run for its money. You seriously own the whole thing?"
"An apt turn of phrase," Harry quipped, and all three of them shot him sympathetic looks until they realized he looked more wistful than upset. "It turns out one of Sirius' ancestors claimed this island as its own years ago and warded it heavily. Unless you're the Lord Black, finding it at all is a huge pain in the arse, and it's been largely untouched presumably since Arcturus Black died."
"We scoped it out last week and discovered that it needed a fair bit of work," Megan shuddered, recalling what a mess the Victorian manor house was when they first came across it. "Kreacher's done a fantastic job with it, though."
"Hot, rich, and hung like a horse," Gwenog purred. "You really are the whole package, stud."
Harry chuckled at that and grinned at the older woman, who let her eyes roam over his form. Years of being complimented like that by all three Jones sisters had given him the ability to take them without blushing or sounding like an idiot the way he had when he and Megan first started dating. He'd been painfully shy and inexperienced then, but their intensely passionate, affectionate relationship had helped him grow more comfortable with such things. Having Hestia and Gwenog come to adore him just like she did only added to his confidence, which naturally served to make him even more attractive to the dark-haired beauties.
"He'd have to be to have all three of us so addicted to him," Hestia added with a grin.
"You're all just with me because of my body, aren't you?" Harry asked dramatically.
"Yes," Gwenog replied instantly, not quite managing to look serious.
"Ignore them, Harry," Megan purred, wrapping her arms around him from behind and resting her head on his shoulder. "You know we love you."
"I do," Harry smiled softly, still not quite able to believe that he had managed to have three stunningly beautiful women in love with him, "and I love all of you too."
"Come on, stud," Gwenog grinned, taking his hand. "Let's see the mansion our baby sister has been raving about all week."
"It's really gorgeous," Megan enthused. "Frankly, I think we could stay here for quite a while."
"Until the public finds something else to obsess over," Harry muttered.
"You're the man-who-conquered now, Harry," Hestia chuckled. "Wizarding Britain won't be moving on for a long time."
Harry shook his head, realizing that she was right, and led his girlfriends towards the manor they'd be staying at for the next little while.
"Girlfriends," he thought to himself incredulously. "I don't think I'll ever truly get used to that."
He'd had a habit of just kind of stumbling into things where romantic liaisons were concerned. What began as a date to the Yule Ball he'd largely gotten because of Cedric Diggory's help had turned into an intensely sexual relationship that lasted through their whole fourth year. That, in turn, had led to a threesome with Hestia, which had turned into recurring threesomes with the enchantress, and then later into other threesomes with Gwenog.
"That is so much bigger than that damn tent," Gwenog commented as she took in the sight of the sprawling, three-story manor.
"That's putting it mildly," Hestia commented, her eyes wide as she looked up at it. "You were right, Megan; it is gorgeous."
"Right?" Megan asked.
The mansion was beautiful, with its white-painted exterior walls and black roof shingles. Its single central tower jutted up a full story beyond the rest of it, giving them a beautiful panoramic view of the entire island from its centered position on it. Some of the exterior had needed to be repaired, but not much, as the enchantments on it had kept it together relatively well. Far worse had been the doxie infestation inside the house itself, but that had since been dealt with, as had the explosion of dust that had covered everything.
"Dark," Hestia commented as she stepped inside and looked around.
The black and purple color scheme on the inside was less than inviting, and Megan had already hinted at replacing most of the furniture inside, some of which had already been taken care of.
"You should have seen the place when we first got here," the youngest Jones sister shuddered. "There was a chandelier that I'm fairly certain was made out of actual human bones."
"They might have been animal bones," Harry replied weakly as the other two looked at them in horror. "The Blacks were fucked up, okay?"
"Tonks is actually the most normal of them," Hestia laughed, though her smile dimmed as she recalled how devastated her oldest friend had looked the last time she saw her, having lost her husband not long ago.
"There isn't a full-on torture chamber in here, is there?" Gwenog asked.
"It could have been intended to be a sex dungeon," Megan replied. "That's what we'll be using it for, anyway."
The eldest sister just shook her head and continued walking inside.
"If this place was half as bad as you say it was, Kreacher did a really good job," she murmured.
"Kreacher did," the surly house elf sneered as he appeared before them. "Mistress Megan, the painting room has been prepared per your instructions."
"Thank you, Kreacher," Megan nodded as her sisters turned to her in mild confusion.
"Painting room?" Hestia asked.
"A little surprise," Megan replied, "though I guess I can show you now. Come."
Gwenog cocked an eyebrow at Harry, who merely smiled and gestured for her to follow her sister as he did. The three of them were led upstairs to a small bedroom that Megan had positioned her easel in. It was currently propping up a large canvas that she'd been working on for days, and the moment her sisters saw it they both gasped.
"Oh, that's beautiful!" Hestia exclaimed.
"You've gotten really good at that," Gwenog complimented.
"She wouldn't even hint at what she was doing before this morning," Harry chuckled. "It really does look like the interior of our room in the tent."
When Dumbledore died and the task of finding and destroying Voldemort's horcruxes fell to him, Harry tried to break up with Megan for her own protection. That lasted about five seconds before his very, very angry girlfriend told him in no uncertain terms that she was coming with him and called in her sisters as backup. The four of them, along with Ron and Hermione, set out on their epic quest together, cramming themselves into an enchanted tent for protection. It worked, largely because Hestia, being an enchantress by trade, was able to improve the tent in numerous ways, and though their adventure wasn't without its more harrowing moments, having so many people along to help him ended up being far more successful than his own plan would have been.
"Do you have any other plans for it, or are you just preserving the memory of the tent?" Gwenog asked.
"I do have other plans, ones that I'll need your help with, but that can wait until we're settled in," Megan replied.
"The detail on this one is exquisite," Hestia breathed as she ghosted her fingers over the dried canvas depicting a pair of hippogriffs flying across a moonlit landscape.
"The detail on this one's a little too good," Gwenog laughed, pointing to her depiction of Voldemort's final moment. She scowled slightly as she added, "Though you left me out of it too."
"You were flying up in the air behind Harry as it happened," Megan replied defensively. "Pulling the perspective back far enough to show you would take away from the detail on the best part, though. I think you'll agree I captured the humor of it properly."
"Can't argue with that," Harry laughed.
Seeing the dark lord locked in a priori incantatem struggle with him only to take a bludger to the balls was just as funny in Megan's painting as it was in person. It had been the momentary distraction Harry needed to win the day and end the lunatic once and for all.
"I still don't know why the damn bludger shifted its momentum like it did," Gwenog muttered as she watched the scene play out again and again. "I was aiming for his head."
"You did hit his head," Megan quipped, making them all laugh.
"The prophecy said he had to die by hand," Harry replied once he'd calmed down. "You three could help me blast the elder wand away from him, but what you intended would have killed him, and fate couldn't have that. I can't deny that reality didn't have a sense of humor in this case, though. Did you read the interview I gave with Quidditch Monthly? I tried to make it clear that you were the real hero."
"I did, and thank you for that," Gwenog chuckled. "The Harpies are absolutely milking this, so the Quidditch publications will go with it, but the Prophet is all in on painting it as your win alone."
"Wish they bloody wouldn't," Harry muttered. "I'm famous enough as it is."
The fact that his second triumph over Voldemort was also due to the intervention of an older woman who loved him wasn't lost on him, though thankfully this one hadn't been as costly. The entire battle hadn't ended up being nearly as costly as it could have been, thanks in part to he and his lovers intervention.
"Speaking of things you deserve credit for, the Warden of Azkaban really liked our idea of using my improved bludgers as guards once they figure out how to eliminate the Dementors," Hestia piped up.
"Really?" Gwenog asked.
"Yeah, he was actually really into it," Hestia replied.
"I guess they finally figured out that the soul-sucking monsters couldn't be trusted," Harry snarked.
"There are apparently some at the ministry who realized that long ago," Hestia replied. "Off the record, he said the D.O.M. has been working on a solution for some time, and they've put significant extra resources into it now, given what happened. Once they're gone, inserting runic chips under the skin of the prisoners and having bludgers flying around, ready to neutralize anyone who steps out of bounds, will work far better than they ever did. Since the idea was half yours, you'll get to share in the profits."
"And to think, Snape said I'd never amount to anything just playing with balls," Gwenog laughed, and Harry winced.
Learning that the unpleasant professor had actually been working against Voldemort the entire time had come as a shock and left him with decidedly mixed feelings regarding the man. He had helped end the dark wanker, giving his life in the process, but he'd also been a massive dickhead.
"They did really help in the battle," Megan commented, shuddering as she recalled how many Death Eaters had been killed by the sudden swarm of murderous iron balls as soon as Hestia got done altering their enchantments as Gwenog had suggested. "So, one of the nicer surprises that we discovered as we explored the place was the wine cellar. One of the previous owners had heavily enchanted it and subsequent ones filled it with all manner of things."
"The wine collection is impressive enough, but there was also a lot of really old firewhiskey," Harry continued. "There are a few bottles down there that have to be fifty years old."
"Ooo," Gwenog grinned as Hestia narrowed her eyes slightly. "By all means, let's continue the tour."
Megan giggled at that and gestured for them to follow as she left the painting room. As they were going, Hestia wrapped her arms around one of Harry's biceps and leaned in close enough to whisper in his ear.
"Any idea what she feels the need to ply us with booze over?" she asked.
"No idea," Harry replied honestly. Megan had been rather cagey about what her surprise was, but he trusted that it would be good. Not getting an answer from Harry and knowing her sister well enough to know that she wouldn't budge at this point, Hestia just shrugged and followed along.
"So there we are, completely covered in owl feathers, our big prank having literally blown up in our faces, and friggin Dumbledore happens upon us," Hestia said, grinning widely as she recalled the incident from her third year.
"What did he do?" Harry laughed.
"He called for Fawkes," Hestia replied, "and I swear to God the little firechicken actually laughed at us. Our faces were all beet-red, and we felt like idiots. I think the headmaster took pity on us because he just vanished the feathers and sent us back to the Hufflepuff common room without punishment. I still can't believe he's gone."
"Seemed like he'd always be there," Megan muttered, finishing her bowl of the fish stew Kreacher had made for them.
"I think he was ready," Harry sighed, "even before he put on that damn ring."
"Not to speak ill of the dead, but man, is that proof that even smart people can fuck up," Gwenog said, pouring the last drop of elven wine into her glass.
"Now then, Megan, you've wined and dined us, gotten us as agreeable as we're going to be, so why don't you say what you've been putting off telling us since we got here?" Hestia asked, giving her sister a pointed look.
"I ran into Professor Slughorn the other day," Megan began, "and we got talking about the reconstruction effort at Hogwarts."
"They're making remarkable progress from what I've heard," Harry commented.
"They are," Megan nodded. "After that, we got to talking about the final battle, and I told him about that painting of Voldemort's death I had done. When I showed it to him, after he stopped laughing, he said that he thought it might make the perfect cover for a special edition of the Daily Prophet that they're putting out, detailing the rise and fall of Tom Riddle."
"No," Harry breathed as Hestia's jaw dropped and Gwenog burst out laughing.
"I thought he'd gone mad, but Barnabas Cuffe himself wrote to me the other day saying that he wanted to see it, " Megan replied. "Turns out he was a member of the Slug Club. When I showed it to him, he thought it was perfect and offered me a frankly baffling sum for the right to use it."
Harry and Hestia joined Gwenog in laughing hysterically at that, as did Megan after a moment.
"Not that kind of immortality he wanted," Harry cackled, tears filling his eyes as he imagined just how angry his old enemy would be about this if he were still around.
"Absolutely the kind he fucking deserved," Gwenog laughed.
"Tonks is gonna love this," Hestia gasped, wiping her eyes. "When is it coming out?"
"Soon," Megan replied. "Cuffe wasn't sure when exactly yet, but he figures within the month. Slughorn thinks that, given the attention that this is likely to get, it'll make a nice introduction for my artwork to Magical Britain."
"That's wonderful," Harry beamed, sliding his hand over hers on the table. "Why didn't you tell us sooner?"
"Needed time to process it, honestly," Megan replied with a shrug. "I started painting for fun, not because I thought I'd actually do anything with it, and when I took so well to Professor Flitwick's lessons on the charms that go into magical paintings, I just decided to try that too."
"You've always had a flair for more creative things," Hestia smiled. "Gwen's the muscle, I'm the brain, and you've always been the artist in the family."
"Merlin knows I can't draw for shit," Gwenog chuckled.
"Anyway, the thought that works of mine someday hang in museums or manors made me think about doing a piece that would just be for us, something that no one else would ever see," Megan continued.
"Oh?" Harry asked. "Like what?"
"I want to recreate the moment we all decided to share you," Megan replied, and all four of their jaws dropped.
"What?!" Hestia exclaimed.
"You want to do a painting of our first foursome?" Gwenog asked, amused, while Harry just laughed.
"It was a sweet moment," Megan replied defensively.
"That's not how I remember it," Gwenog snorted.
"Okay, so tempers flared, we messed up our schedule, and Ron and Hermione ended up taking off for a while, not wanting to witness our fight, but…" Megan trailed off and sighed. "At the very end there, as we were all lying together, exhausted, sweaty, and completely satisfied, it was the safest I felt all year. That's what I want to recreate, the aftermath of a big, emotional moment and the moment we all decided that, if we survived the war, we could really give this a shot."
"Okay, so our painted selves won't actually be fucking in this, right?" Hestia clarified.
"No, and I can even make sure that nothing naughty is showing," Megan promised.
"Okay, so why go to all this trouble to ask us this?" Gwenog asked.
"Well, I want a reference for it, and sticking my head in a Pensieve between painting sessions isn't particularly fun," Megan replied, fishing a magical camera out of her mokeskin pouch.
"Of course," Hestia muttered. "Knew there had to be a catch."
"I can activate it remotely and get it to record us for a few moments after we're finished for the night," Megan said. "That'll be all, and the painting itself will be super tasteful. I promise."
"I suppose if it was just something that we hung up in our bedroom somewhere," Gwenog replied tentatively.
"Yeah, I won't be sending this one to the Prophet," Megan quipped, making her snort.
"Given that Gwen and I would both be in it, you'd make a hell of a lot more than you did for the Voldemort one," Harry chuckled.
"We could hang it in the master bedroom here," Hestia suggested. "There would be little to no chance of anyone else ever seeing it then, at least while we're alive."
"And we could decide what to do with it later on," Gwenog added. "Fine, Megan, I guess we can have a hot, wild foursome if you really insist."
Megan laughed at her sister's feigned exasperation, knowing full well that she was, if anything, the horniest of them. She had been the only Jones sister still capable of feeling her legs by the end of that first night when they decided to try taking things further.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh YES!" Gwenog screamed, cumming hard as Harry fucked her into the mattress.
"He's still going," Hestia breathed, still occasionally twitching from the last mind-melting full-body orgasm she'd had on his cock.
"I think we created a monster," Megan laughed, lying on her back and ghosting her fingers over her belly as she felt his load continue to trickle out of her very well-fucked pussy.
"Fuck!" Harry groaned as he came yet again, filling Gwenog to the brim.
The two of them slumped forward together, utterly exhausted and covered in sweat from the sheer exertion of their frenetic coupling. The four of them had been at this for hours by then, and the entire room within the tent smelled like a whorehouse. They'd have to air it out, make liberal use of freshening charms, and apologize to Ron and Hermione when they returned. It was hardly the only thing they'd have to apologize over, though.
"Uncle," Gwenog whimpered, panting for breath as Harry pulled out of her and rolled onto his back.
"Am I not...Daddy anymore?" Harry panted, laughing breathlessly when she glared at him.
"Smartass," Gwenog groaned, sliding over to him and lying her head on his chest.
"I doubt I could go again either," Harry sighed. "I mean, with you three here, I could probably get hard again, but that might be the only muscle I can still move by now."
"Thank goodness," Hestia laughed, taking her place on his chest across from Gwenog.
Megan frowned, as she was used to cuddling opposite her sister on him, whichever sister they were sleeping with that night, but she quickly realized that there was still room in the middle and managed to slide in next to Gwenog, her still very shaky legs making that harder than it would have been otherwise.
"Why the hell did we not just do this from the start?" she asked.
"You were the one who created the threesome schedule," Hestia pointed out.
"I did wonder if the stud here could actually keep up with all three of us," Gwenog sighed happily. "I'm sorry for doubting you, Daddy."
"I doubted me," Harry snorted. "You three are my limit, though."
"Well, luckily we don't have any more Jones girls for you," Megan grinned, looking up at him. "Mum's happily married."
"Did you cock just twitch at the mention of our mother?" Gwenog asked, and Harry froze. "Oh, relax, I'm just fucking with you."
"Just because we call you Daddy doesn't mean…" Hestia went to joke only for Megan to hit her with a pillow.
"Don't make our kink weirder than it is, Hes," Megan grumbled, and both her sisters laughed. "We're lucky our boyfriend's so into it."
All four of them froze at that, and Hestia and Gwenog sat up, wincing at how sore their cunts were.
"That just slipped out," Megan said nervously as she sat up too.
"I guess I can kind of understand that," Gwenog sighed. "We've been sharing your bed off and on for years, but over the last few months…"
Hestia looked at Megan curiously as Harry decided that no good could, from breathing a single word just then.
"Being together like this has made everything kind of...confusing, I guess," she said softly. "It's not like you'd ever be willing to let us actually date Harry, right?"
"I mean, would you want to?" Megan asked, and Harry couldn't help but pipe up.
"Oi!" he exclaimed jokingly.
"I just mean, you're both older than us, and shagging a guy is different than actually dating him," Megan explained.
"Wait, would you actually be willing to…" Harry trailed off, stunned.
He had always figured that his odd arrangements with his girlfriend's older sisters would come to an end someday, when each of them met someone that they felt like actually being in committed relationships with. He just hoped that it wouldn't make family gatherings awkward, since he had no intention of breaking things off with Megan any time soon. It was, admittedly, strange that neither seemed to, but he figured that they were just enjoying being single. The looks of hope that both of them developed in that moment suggested something rather different.
"Megan, answer his question," Gwenog all but commanded, sounding more serious than she had since she first told them that she'd learned about their threesomes with Hestia.
"If either or both of you wanted Harry to be your boyfriend rather than just your fuck buddy, I'd be willing to share," Megan replied.
Harry looked at her in shock, though the looks of happiness and blatant desire on her sisters' faces quickly shocked him even more.
"Wait, really?" he asked.
"You're hot, funny in a snarky way that I love, and a god in the sack," Gwenog shrugged. "Is it so strange that I'd want you?"
"You're an international Quidditch star desired by blokes all over the world," Harry replied, turning to Hestia, "and you, you're this brilliant enchantress who could have easily buggered off and hid her family away somewhere safe but chose to join her old headmaster and fight just because it was the right thing to do."
"And you're a powerful, brilliant wizard who is, once you totally kick the dark prick's arse, going to be a major powerhouse in this country," Hestia replied. "You're also, as Gwen said, ruinously good in bed. I swear the size of you alone spoiled me for other guys ages ago. I was actually thinking of asking if you'd let me join you two more deeply after you graduated."
"And people say I'm the bold one," Gwenog laughed.
"So, could we actually do this?" Harry asked. In his wildest dreams, he'd never have imagined that it might actually be possible.
"If the four of us want it, fuck what anyone else thinks," Gwenog replied.
"Our next conversation with our parents is going to be a little awkward," Hestia pointed out, and Harry paled.
"Hey, if we actually survive this, then the next time we see them we'll have triumphed over Riddle," Megan shrugged. "They'll be far too thrilled about that to be angry at you for taking all three of their daughters as your girlfriends."
Megan smiled at the memory. The long, relaxing cuddling session afterward had been one of the most pleasant moments in that entire nightmare. Most nights when they had the energy to have sex, they did it, in part, to distract themselves from the many horrors they encountered. That had been one of the few nights where they were able to put it entirely out of their minds, at least for a few precious hours.
Their parents had been less understanding than she had suggested there but not as bad as they could have been. It helped, she imagined, that Harry was younger than Hestia and Gwenog and had dated her first. Had things been the other way, she didn't want to think about how they'd have reacted. It wasn't up to them, though, and given that they were all happy, she figured they'd come around eventually, provided they never learned about the painting she had in mind.
"So, shall we?" Megan asked, smirking as she gestured towards the stairs.
"Such a naughty little girl," Harry rumbled, standing up and cupping her cheek. "How do we ask for things?"
"Will you please fuck our brains out, Daddy?" Megan breathed, feeling heat pool in her core as it always did when Harry spoke to her like that.
"Merlin, we never stood a chance, did we?" Hestia muttered to Gwenog, who just laughed.
The four of them rushed upstairs, leaving Kreacher to deal with the dishes. They had taken a cursory glance inside the master bedroom during their short tour; the older Jones sisters hadn't taken the time to truly get a good look at the bed, and Gwenog let out a low whistle as she sat down on it, watching Harry snog Megan.
"This is great," she sighed, leaning back. "Big enough for all of us and so comfy."
"It's actually big enough for all of us and more," Harry replied, letting Megan's lips go so he could look at the others.
"More?" Hestia asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Well, I figured this might be a nice retreat when you're pregnant down the line," Harry replied, and both Hestia and Gwenog shuddered.
"That's going to be a little ways off," Gwenog said, though she couldn't keep the wistful look off of her face.
"He'll be ready when you are," Megan grinned, reaching down to palm Harry's cock through his pants. "You should feel how he throbs at the thought of knocking you up, sis."
"We're all overdressed," Hestia breathed, drawing her wand.
Within moments they were all entirely naked, and Harry hissed in pleasure as Megan immediately wrapped her hand around his shaft.
"You're so big, Daddy," Megan purred in his ear. "It's a wonder my poor little pussy can even take you."
"And your throat, and your arse," Gwenog teased.
"We're all three-hole sluts for our Daddy," Hestia purred, lying back next to Gwenog and rubbing her visibly slick pussy as he watched.
"You three are going to be the death of me," Harry groaned, and Megan just giggled.
"You've proven many, many times now that you're more than man enough to handle us," she sighed.
"It's true," Hestia grinned. "How many nights have you left us all mindless, sweat-soaked, twitching wrecks?"
"You're so good to us," Gwenog sighed, slipping off of the bed and crawling towards him. "I think you deserve a reward."
"I agree," Megan purred, dropping her knees and crawling around him.
As Hestia joined Gwenog on the floor and the two crawled towards him, Megan pushed his cock back until it was flush against his abs and licked him from base to tip. Harry groaned in pleasure, his voice getting louder as Gwenog sucked one of his large balls into her mouth, and Megan and Hestia started making out around his cock.
"What did I do to deserve you three?" Harry asked, his knees nearly buckling as Hestia flicked her tongue against the underside of his glans.
"You were you," Megan replied, her pale green eyes alight with love and affection as she stared up at him. "Nobody else could have won our hearts like you did."
She wrapped her lips around his shaft, enveloping inch after inch of it inside her warm, wet mouth, before pulling back and letting Gwenog have a turn. The three of them continued like that for a minute, sucking him for a few seconds and then letting the next take a turn, switching over and over again as Harry's mind was flooded by pleasure.
"Fuck, you're such good girls," Harry groaned, his hands moving between their heads, gently stroking whoever happened to be sucking his cock in a given moment.
"I'm not sure everyone would agree," Hestia grinned. "In fact, I think most would think we're wicked if they knew of half the things we beg you to do to us, Daddy."
"Well, fuck them," Harry groaned. As Hestia moved lower, sucking on one of his balls before moving to the next, he sighed, "You're so fucking good at that."
Megan swallowed him into her throat, taking him deeper and deeper until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. He rested his hands on their heads, too consumed by pleasure to wonder where Gwenog had gotten to. His unasked question was answered a moment later, and the brief, yet intense, flash of cold across his arsehole was the only warning he got before his eldest girlfriend's cleaning charm was replaced by her probing tongue.
"Fuck, Gwen, you dirty girl," Harry moaned, his eyes clenching shut for a moment at the sheer intensity of the pleasure.
Even in his wildest pubescent dreams, Harry never would have imagined that he'd one day learn what it was like to have his cock sucked by one girl while her sisters sucked his balls and ate his ass. That Harry had been too innocent to even imagine such filthy, hedonistic indulgences, but his innocence had long since been stripped away by the naughty succubi who had claimed his heart, something that he was very grateful for.
Gahgk Gahgk Gahgk Gahgk
The wet gagging sounds Megan was producing might have worried him once, but he knew that his first girlfriend could take his entire cock inside comfortably and had no gag reflex to speak of by now.
"Fucking hell," Harry groaned.
"Does that feel good, Daddy?" Hestia asked, grinning impishly. "Do you like having your dirty little girls suck your cock and tongue your ass?"
"Shit, I'm gonna…" Harry trailed off in a wordless groan as his orgasm hit like a freight train.
Megan pulled back, catching his load on her tongue and letting it fill her mouth rather than going straight down her throat. Her cheeks bulged as rope after thick rope pooled inside her, but she refused to swallow, knowing that her sisters would be very angry with her if she didn't share. She let his cock slip from her lips with an audible pop as she felt his orgasm end and was immediately attacked by Hestia, who kissed her deeply. The two of them made out passionately, sharing the thick, creamy cum between them, and they were soon joined by Gwenog.
Harry slumped back against the wall as he watched the three sisters snowball each other, sharing his cum between them with their frenzied makeout session. He knew from the flush of their pale skin and the hardness of their nipples that they were all incredibly turned on, but he didn't need those obvious signs at all, for he could smell their arousal, and it made his mouth water.
"They might not actually be the death of me, but fuck, would that be one hell of a way to go?" he thought to himself. Much better than his first death, anyway.
"Get on the bed," Harry commanded, his voice low and rumbling, and all three of them froze, staring at him for a moment before doing as he'd said.
He approached them slowly as the three of them watched him eagerly, their eyes nearly black with lust that he knew his own reflected back at them. It was Hestia's turn to go first, and so he pulled her in towards him, grinning down at her as she spread her legs immediately. They were all unique in their own ways, both physically and in terms of their personalities, but they had their similarities too.
Having met their mother, he knew for a fact that their figures all came from her, the very gifted woman having blessed them all with large breasts, narrow waists, wide hips, and plump, round arses. Gwenog was the strongest of them, and her breasts were slightly smaller, owing to her incredible fitness routine, and her arse was rounder and firmer. Hestia, on the other hand, was the softest, and he grinned down at her as he palmed her soft, pale thighs, spreading her legs even further and licking his lips as he beheld her dripping wet cunt.
"You two play while I taste your sister, but don't cum until I say," Harry ordered, and Gwenog and Megan both grinned before wrapping their arms around each other and kissing passionately.
"Did you do as I told you to this morning?" Harry asked, and Hestia nodded vigorously.
"I did, Daddy," the middle sister breathed. "It was so hard, and I wanted to cum so badly, but I worked myself to the edge six times and didn't cum."
"Good girl," Harry grinned, teasing her nether lips with the tip of a finger and chuckling as she gasped. Slipping it inside her, he felt her tight walls yield to his thick digit and took a moment to enjoy just how hot, tight, and wet her heavenly cunt was, saying, "Good girls get rewarded."
"Fuck!" Megan cried as she sat on her older sister's face, feeling her experienced tongue dance across her folds.
"Pace yourselves, you two," Harry warned them with a grin. "Neither of you want to end up tied up and made to watch me enjoy the others while you squirm and beg for my touch. Well, you might, Megan."
"I always...oh fuck, you're good at that, Gwen...always cum so hard afterward," Megan moaned, leaning inward and burying her face between the older woman's muscular thighs.
"You can cum when you like," Harry said to Hestia as he leaned in and gave her a long lick with the flat of his tongue.
He groaned at the familiar taste, a taste he'd come to love over the years, but the sound was drowned out by the loud cry of joy she let out.
"Yes!" Hestia moaned. "Fuck, please make me cum, Daddy, I'm so close."
She was, he realized, feeling her tight inner walls flutter around his fingers as he added a second one. Hestia had the most self-control out of the three of them, and he delighted in testing the limits of that control, and making her masturbate to the point of orgasm only to deny herself repeatedly was a method that they both enjoyed. She liked proving to him that she could do it, and she especially liked the rewards she got when she succeeded.
"Okay, baby," Harry replied tenderly, swirling his tongue around her taut clit, making her scream.
He sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, grinning as her back arched off of the bed, and then pressed his tongue against her and said a single word in parseltongue.
"Cum," he commanded, and her screams echoed out across the island.
"DADDY!" Hestia squealed, writhing in pleasure as she came.
She had almost relaxed after what he'd made her do over the course of the morning, but joining her sisters in sucking him off, not to mention the frenzied makeout session afterward where they shared his cum, had relit the flame inside her quickly. She was already on the edge when he started going down on her and so, even if Parseltongue was fucking incredible, she'd have probably still cum easily. As it was, the pleasure thundered through her, making her vision go white and her whole body convulse. She was so consumed by it that she didn't notice Harry pull back, and it was only when he flipped her onto her belly that she opened her eyes and turned to look back at him.
"Yes!" she cried as he buried his shaft inside her in one long thrust.
All three of them were very, very used to his size by now, and they took him easily. Even Gwenog would admit after all this time that he'd made size queens of all of them, and none of them could imagine being with anyone smaller. Hestia dug her fingers into the sheets, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, and moaned when he slapped her arse.
"Gwen, lie back," Harry said, and both Gwenog and Megan turned to look at him.
The eldest Jones sister scrambled to lie back in front of them, spreading her legs as she knew exactly what he had in mind. Sure enough, Harry gently pushed Hestia forward a moment later, and she started lapping at her older sister's pussy.
"Daddy?" Megan whimpered, shaking with need.
"You didn't cum?" Harry asked as he started fucking Hestia with long, slow strokes.
"No, Daddy," Megan replied.
"The little slut came...fuck...close a couple times, but she held out," Gwenog moaned.
"Good girl," Harry grinned. "Sit on Gwenog's face. All three of you can cum freely."
Megan squeaked and crawled over to Gwenog, hooking a knee over her face and lowering herself down onto her waiting mouth. The sounds of pleasured moans and screams echoed through the room, most of them muffled as Hestia and Gwenog worked to make their sisters cum. All three of them were very used to enjoying each other as well as him by now, knowing both that nothing made him harder than seeing them with each other and that, as impressive as it was, he still had only one cock.
"Oh fucking hell, Gwen," Megan moaned. "I can see why you're so popular in the Harpy's dressing room."
"Oi, I...God, Hes...I only hooked up with a couple of my teammates," Gwenog protested.
"Were they as good as me?" Hestia asked. "Fuck, right there!"
"You? Yes. Our serpent-tongued Daddy? Not even close," Gwenog grinned. "Now, please don't stop."
Harry picked up his pace, fucking Hestia harder and faster as the older woman soared towards another peak. She started eating Gwenog out again as the older woman pulled Megan back down to feast on her dripping slit. She and Harry locked eyes, and he grinned at the sheer desperation in her green orbs.
"Cum, baby," he mouthed, smirking as his mere words made her shudder.
"Fuck, Gwen, just like that!" Megan cried, her toes curling as she felt like she was right on the edge of ecstasy. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't...YES!"
She came hard, and Harry grinned, bringing his hand down on Hestia's arse hard enough that the sound echoed over the other woman's screams. Gwenog's muffled cries began to leak out more and more as Megan writhed atop her, and when the youngest of them finally slipped off of her face, curling up next to them and grinning widely as she panted for breath, she could finally scream clearly.
"Oh, fuck, Hestia," Gwenog whimpered as her sister sucked on her clit and pumped three of her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy.
"You're such a slut, Gwen," Hestia teased. "You're going to...oh fuck...cum on your little sister's fingers while watching our daddy fuck my brains out."
"We're all sluts for him," Gwenog moaned. "We all...all...FUCK!"
Harry gathered Hestia's long, dark hair in his hand and pulled back gently, making her gasp. Reaching under her, he cupped one of her large, full breasts and kneaded the sensitive mound as he leaned in, his lips right by her ear.
"Good girl," he whispered, smirking as she shivered. "Look how happy you made your sister."
"You're lucky we discovered we're all weirdly into each other," Megan laughed, breaking character for a moment.
"I think even I'd be hard-pressed to keep you all happy on my own otherwise," Harry replied.
"I think...oh...you'd manage," Hestia moaned, clawing at the sheets as she soared towards another peak.
Harry picked up his pace again, spearing into her again and again. The force of his hips hitting her plump, round arse made it jiggle and ripple hypnotically, and the wet sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the air, drowned out only by her screams.
"Pull her up, Daddy," Gwen sighed, smiling. "Her tits look amazing, and I want to suck on them."
"That sounds fun," Megan grinned, crawling over to them.
Harry grinned at that and reached around her, hooking an arm right under her breasts, and pulled her towards him until her back was flush against his chest. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he peppered the slender column with kisses, and Gwenog and Megan joined them.
"Oh fuck, oh God, oh gah!" Hestia cried, holding her sisters heads to her chest as they licked, kissed, and lightly bit her nipples.
Harry's every rough thrust was making lights flash behind her eyes, and she knew she wasn't going to last much longer. With the others holding her up, Harry was able to snake his hand down along her flat stomach, and Hestia nearly screamed when she felt his fingers find her clit.
"Yes, yes, yes, YES!" Hestia shrieked as she came undone and Harry pulled out of her immediately, letting Megan pull her convulsing form towards her.
He looked at Gwenog as he settled onto his back, and she needed no further instruction. Rushing over to him, she straddled his body and picked up his cock, lining him up with her dripping slit before descending down in one smooth motion. She gasped as she felt him fill her completely, stretching her inner walls wide.
"Merlin's balls, I love your cock, Daddy," Gwenog sighed as she rested her hands on his shoulders and started riding him fiercely.
"We're so lucky that you two got so adventurous so early," Hestia sighed a couple minutes later as she cuddled with Megan.
"Hmm?" Megan asked, her eyes not leaving Gwenog's ass as she bounced on Harry's cock.
"We only had the first threesome because you had exhausted all other sexual options either of us could think of before his birthday," Hestia reminded her.
"Oh, right," Megan sighed, smiling at the memory.
From the first time they fucked, she was completely hooked. He became rather self-conscious about his size after she reacted to seeing it and really focused on foreplay a lot, not wanting to hurt her. The result was them learning about Parseltongue's less well-known advantages, and from there, she was his. By the time the school year ended, they had slept together dozens of times, trying everything either of them wanted, and she was left stumped about what she could do for his birthday that might be somewhat special. From there it was history.
"Fuck, Gwenog," Harry grunted as she rode him hard and fast, squeezing her inner muscles each time she rose up on his shaft. "I don't think you've been this worked up since the night after the battle."
"I was riding higher that night than I was after the European Cup," Gwenog grunted. "This might not be like that, but...oh shit...it is our first time in a home I could see us actually live in."
Harry understood that, as he hadn't yet had them all over to Grimmauld Place, deciding that it needed more work to not be embarrassing, but as he slid his hands up along her sides, cupping her jiggling breasts, he grinned at her.
"Are you sure it isn't that I brought up getting you pregnant?" he asked, smirking as he felt her spasm around him involuntarily.
"Oh fuck," Gwenog moaned.
He knew that she wasn't ready for kids yet, wanting to, at least, play out the last two years of her current contract, but he'd also noticed how she looked whenever any of them even mentioned babies since the war ended.
"Think about it, Gwen," Harry grinned. "If you forget to take the potion just once, you could make me a daddy for real."
"Ahh!" Gwenog cried, falling forward as a spike of arousal made her core clench.
Harry caught her and started thrusting up into her harder and faster than he had been. She had been close already, he knew, but the talk of having children intensified things for her, and the change of position let him hit a spot that he knew drove her wild. Just as he was about to spank her, figuring that that would push her over the edge, he saw Megan crawl towards them, wand in hand. He was about to ask what she was doing when he recognized the wand movements and almost laughed.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh...what the...FUCK!" Gwenog wailed as Megan hit her with a cleaning charm and started swirling her tongue around the puckered rim of her ass.
That proved too much for the Quidditch star, who crashed over the edge, cumming hard. Her screams echoed through the bedroom, and Harry groaned as he felt her spasming around his pistoning length. Megan licked a trail up along her muscular back and grinned at him over her shoulder, her eyes nearly black with desire. Gwenog collapsed in his arms, shaking like a leaf and panting for breath, and he ran his fingers through her hair.
"Whenever you're ready," Harry whispered in her ear, making her shiver.
"Give me...a couple years," Gwenog panted, climbing off of his shaft and moaning mournfully as she felt him leave her empty.
"Come, Gwen," Hestia sighed, wrapping her arms around her sister and pulling her away from him. "Megan looks like she might explode if she doesn't get some dick soon."
"Can't blame her," Gwenog sighed, pushing Hestia over and resting her head between her large breasts as she recovered from the mind-melting orgasm she'd just had.
Hestia giggled and ghosted her nails over Gwenog's back, drawing little shapes on her sweaty skin and making her sigh in bliss.
"I swear one of these days you're going to make her purr like a kitten," Megan giggled before kissing him. He returned the kiss hungrily and rolled her onto her back. He broke off the kiss as he pushed his length inside her and grinned at the way her lips formed a perfect O.
"Something to strive for," Harry chuckled, cupping one of her breasts and kissing her again as he started working his way up to a steady pace with her. "You've always been good at getting me to be better.
Megan wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning loudly as he brushed against something inside her that made her see stars, and raked her nails down his back. He had grown so much stronger in the years that she'd known him. She knew that she'd pushed him, to improve as he had pushed her in turn and she didn't want to think about how the war would have turned out if they hadn't gotten together. If their relationship really did have a positive impact on his development as a wizard, then that actually meant that Cedric helped sow the seeds of his murderer's downfall, which she liked the thought of.
"You've been such a good girl, being so patient while I fucked your sisters," Harry rumbled, his eyes locked onto hers, "and I think that means you deserve a reward."
"Re...ahh!" Megan went to ask, only to scream as he changed the angle of his thrusts and slipped a little pocket at the back of her that felt fucking amazing. "More, more!"
She let go of him, not wanting to claw his back to shreds and knowing very well that she was going to lose it soon. Playing around with those deep spots at the back of her cunt never failed to drive her wild and was so intense that he only stimulated them now and then, either for special occasions or as rewards. Gwenog and Hestia heard her screaming and stopped kissing to look over at them just as she grabbed the sheets behind her head, digging her fingers into them so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
"Harder, harder, fuck!" Megan screamed.
Harry picked up his pace, fucking her hard and fast, and caught sight of the others next to him, who had started whimpering, their hands between each other's legs as they watched the show together. Grinning to himself, he knew that he was in for a long night. He hadn't hesitated for a second when faced with the choice of moving on or returning to the world of the living after speaking with Dumbledore, knowing what awaited him if he could just live and win. He'd done both and could honestly say, having spent months after the war focusing on his relationships, that he was truly at peace.
"DADDY!" Megan screamed as she came hard, squirting all over him, and her voice was so loud it hurt his ears.
"Peace being relative," he thought to himself with a grin, continuing to fuck her through her orgasm.
"Fuck...fuck…" Gwenog whimpered, sounding dazed as she stared up at the ceiling with glassy eyes hours later.
Harry groaned as he rolled onto his back, feeling spent and absolutely satisfied. Looking round him, he saw that the bed was a mess, which was to be expected, and absolutely soaked in spots, but it was nothing that Kreacher wouldn't be able to clean up in the morning. Hestia, he noticed, was already asleep, her arm curled around Megan from behind and her breathing even. She'd only just passed out, he imagined, as he'd thought he'd heard her moaning a moment ago as Megan slurped the last drops of his load from her pussy, but he was so tired that he wasn't sure. His first girlfriend was awake, though her eyes were hooded, and she looked like she was barely holding on.
"Harry, could you summon my wand?" she asked tiredly. "I can't feel my legs, and I don't want to fall trying to get it."
"Of course," Harry replied, holding out his hand. He couldn't do much wandless magic, but he could do a few things, and a moment later, her rosewood wand flew into his hand.
"Thanks," she sighed, waving it around the bed.
The sheets flew up to them, covering them up to the middle of their backs, and just as Harry was about to ask why she felt the need to use magic for that, she snuggled up to him and pulled Gwenog over with another wave of her wand. The oldest Jones woman was too tired to do more than grunt as she wrapped an arm around him and snuggled with him, resting her head on his chest. A camera flashed then, and Harry laughed lightly, finally remembering why Megan had invited them up here.
"Think it worked?" he asked.
"I'm sure it will work well enough," Megan yawned. With a grin, she added, "If not, though, we can try again."
Harry chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Love you, all of you."
"Love you too," Megan whispered.
"Love you," Gwenog murmured, sounding half asleep.
"Luvoo," Hestia yawned, sounding even more asleep.
Harry couldn't have stopped smiling in that moment if he'd tried, and it was with that look on his face that he closed his eyes and let sleep claim him, hoping that he'd be able to end his nights like that for the rest of his life.