Harry groaned as he sank into the hot waters, feeling his aches and pains fade away.
"Fuck." He swore, closing his eyes. It had been a good night. But, left alone in the Bones Manor with two busty Hufflepuffs, it had the potential to get even better. He'd have to play his hand right, first.
"Are you okay?" Susan's voice came from outside the door.
"Yeah, it's just painful. Forget the lemonade — I need something to dull the pain. Have you got a decent bottle of red, and two pretty girls to talk to?"
He heard Susan shush the giggling Hannah. "Red...wine?" She said uncertainly.
He smirked. "Yes, cranberry juice won't quite do the job, I'm afraid."
"Very funny." Harry could almost hear her pout.
They came in minutes later, Susan holding it like a grenade, while Hannah stared resolutely at the ceiling behind her.
"For goodness' sake, girls, we're all adults here, aren't we? You're not going to see anything through all these bubbles, and this steam. You won't make me drink alone, will you? I'm going to fall asleep and drown in this tub, you know." Harry jabbed.
"So-sorry Harry." Hannah fidgeted. Susan clenched her fist and sat on the stool by the taps, all too prim, after handing him a glass and pouring one for herself and Hannah. Harry wandlessly jogged the bottle as she poured, ensuring her glasses were too large.
"What...what was it like?"
Harry sighed, rising out of the waters so his chest was on full display, absently but purposefully rubbing his shoulder. Hannah squeaked.
"Difficult. It wasn't DADA, it's not like a duel. They're to kill you. Every curse is either trying to kill you or dismember you." Harry examined his wound. "I got lucky that under-powered their cutting curse, or I would have lost this arm, maybe the shoulder too."
Hannah took a heavy breath, fascinated. "Weren't you scared?"
"Not really." Harry said honestly. "I know I'm good. I was...frustrated, at the graveyard, that I didn't get a chance to show them what I was capable of. If I'd get just been better, acted faster, thought quicker, Voldemort wouldn't have been resurrected, and," He paused. "And, and, Cedric…" He trailed off, as if unwilling to finish the thought. Truthfully, try as he might, he wasn't able to feel a vast amount of sorrow for the older Hufflepuff boy - with sixty years of murder and rape in his head, one more just felt like a statistic. Perhaps this was what Voldemort felt like all the time. The thought unsettled him.
Harry thought of his mother's death, causing his eyes to wetten so he could bat them theatrically as he stared up at the ceiling. "And then," He said thickly. "To see the papers calling me a liar. And the Minister too. It's...it's really hard not having anyone in your corner."
Hannah wiped at her eyes. "We're sorry, Harry. We," She shared a glance with Susan, because it was easier to look at her than him. "We should have been better friends."
Harry let his head loll. "Ah, well, we're not really friends, are we?" He said lightly, making them both flinch. "Not in a mean way, but I mean, we never really speak at school. I guess that's my fault, I've been wrapped up in so many adventures and, of course, my training…" He waited for them to take the bait.
Susan leaned forward. "Is it true that Dumbledore teaches you personally?"
Harry ran a hand through his hair, faking nonchalance. Dumbledore had never taught him a thing, apart from to rely on himself and nobody else, but they didn't need to know that. "Ah, a little true, a little false. He gives me bits and pieces now and then, shows me a spell."
"Wow…" They said as one, taking deep sips of their wine. Harry tilted the glass once more with a flick of his wrist, ensuring Hannah spilled her wine all over her dress.
"Shit." She swore.
"Language, Hannah." Harry said mockingly.
"Sorry, Harry." She said automatically. Harry almost snorted. She was a natural sub, like most witches when you broke through their guard.
"Come on, join me in here. It's so steamy I won't be able to see anything, and there's enough room in this place for twenty of us."
"I don't know…" Hannah said unsurely. Susan just shook her head.
"Come on, I'm not going to bite. Believe me, I'm in too much pain."
"But, Auntie Amelia…" Hannah started.
"I'm not going to see anything I wouldn't see at the beach, or on those lovely days by the lake in summer at Hogwarts that all the boys pray for." He teased.
"That's - that's true." Hannah stood, took a deep breath and pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders, shimmying out of the dress, revealing her incredible body. She was blushing furiously, failing miserably to cover her enormous breasts in her bra.
Holy shit, Harry thought, they were fucking massive. She must have been charming her Hogwarts robes to even attempt to hide them.
Hannah's tits were bursting out at all angles, barely held in a big, bespoke bra, the material stretched so far it looked like it might snap. Her tits were teeming out the top, such that the bra, try as it might, was only really hiding her nipples.
Harry didn't attempt to hide his gaze. "You have an incredible body, Hannah, I'm blown away."
"Really?" Hannah looked delighted. "You don't think they're too big?" She attempted to palm them. "I'm always so embarrassed by them."
"Don't be silly." Harry commanded. "They're beautiful, just like you. You have a woman's body now, Hannah, with a woman's curves. You'll make some man very happy one day."
She blushed red, a red he was interested to see covered her whole body, and murmured something like "Oh, Harry," before dipping into the huge tub, unable to meet his gaze.
Susan cleared her throat. "What do you think of my body, Harry?"
She disrobed, the dressing pooling at her feet. Fuck. She shook her hair out of her ponytail and it waved loose, and it was like a slow-mo Hollywood movie that I'd caught Dudley watching late night. Her red hair framed her face, bangs down to startling blue eyes, freckled like a Scottish warrior-goddess. And then she shrugged off her robe, and revealed lacy red panties, matching her hair. Gryffindor Red. Potter Red.
She was busty, and he instantly knew why those two were referred to by some boys called them not the Hufflepuff Whores, but the Hufflepuff Heavies. Though Susan wasn't as big as Hannah's giant tits, she was still busty. Susan had that hourglass thing going on, and he wanted to take a look at her terrific ass, but had to settle for imagining what was behind those slim hips.
Hannah, on the other hand, had a delicious plumpness, with thick thighs, and wide child-rearing hips - she was far from fat, but fuck, he just knew she'd jiggle when he drilled into her. Her blonde hair was done in a single long braided plait, making her look like a German wench at their infamous drunken dueling festival each October.
Soon, Harry promised himself. Whether it was from his memories or Tom's, he loved the thrill of the hunt. It was all part of the game.
He gazed upon Susan unashamedly, and thanked whatever deities were listening that magic improved the appearance of witches and their bodies - witches were so much more beautiful than almost every Muggle. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hannah flinch as Susan disrobed. Susan had been wearing a white dress earlier in that day, and it was unlikely that she'd have matched such a dark red color under a white dress, which meant she'd probably changed into new underwear - had she expected this to happen? And Hannah realized? Susan was smarter than he thought, and that glint of intelligence in her eyes was no joke.
Harry would have to be careful. He wanted her to be his, wanted her suckling on his balls, devouring his cock, begging for his seed, those same intelligent eyes mad with lust. He wanted to paint her face white.
"Stunning, Susan. Every inch the classic beauty I imagined." He said, not giving away in his inner thoughts. "But, Gryffindor red?"
"Yellow's not quite right for my skin." Susan smiled, but she was breathing heavily, and I could tell she was nervous, despite her faux-confidence.
She slipped into the tub and he let them have a moment to allow the awkwardness to descend, enjoying the sight of their busty breasts floating above the water. Below the bubbles, he was rock hard, his cock large and throbbing. Did they think he too wore his underwear, underneath the water, Harry thought absently. He'd have to disabuse them of that notion. He suddenly hissed in fake pain, holding his shoulder as he bent over in agony. With a pull of his thumb, his wound opened up, and though it wasn't a deep cut, it was spewing blood impressively.
"Harry, are you okay?!" Hannah squealed.
"Yeah," Harry grimaced. "I think. Sorry to be so weak, can you have a look for me?"
Hannah swam over quickly. "You're not weak, silly. You're…" She gulped. "You're the strongest person I know." She had a case of hero worship, and it was a bad one.
"Is it bad?" He asked.
"It doesn't look good. Susie?" She implored with her big doe eyes. A man could get lost in those eyes.
Susan took her place as Hannah joined my other side, turning my shoulder this way and that. "The cut starts on my shoulder, maybe if I turn around." Harry turned around suddenly, 'accidentally' brushing her with his thick cock. Susan squealed as she felt it on her bare hip and then again as her hand brushed it as she withdrew.
"Fuck! Susan, I'm so sorry. That wasn't intentional, I swear!" Harry widened his eyes.
"No, no, it's-" Susan stammered.
"What just happened?" Hannah frowned.
"I'm sorry, maybe I should just leave." Harry said, his head low like he was embarrassed. He rose up out of the jet, pulling himself out, and suddenly his cock wasn't hidden anymore, but in front of them, long, hard and swaying, as if calling for their attention.
"Oh, sweet Merlin." Susan muttered.
"Wow." Hannah said dumbly.
He growled in pain. "Fuck!" He swore. "I can't even pull myself out of the tub, my shoulder is killing me."
"Harry, please." Hannah pulled me gently back into the jet. "You're hurt." She grabbed her wand, casting some numbing spells on my shoulder.
"Let me do it, Hannah, I'm better at healing spells."
Hannah frowned, clearly upset, as Susan redid the healing spells, bounding the skin together like stitches and then numbing the shoulder once more.
Harry took a deep breath. "I'm sorry about my reaction. It's just, you two are so beautiful. I can't help it."
"No, it's fine." She gave him a tentative smile, her breasts bouncing with her heavy breaths. "I was just shocked, you're so big." She murmured.
"Yeah, Harry." Hannah's hand met his chin, forcing him to look at her rather than Susan. "That's just a normal physiological reaction for a boy, you don't need to be embarrassed. You need to rest and let the healing waters help you."
The two were still at his side, their warmth glancing, and he took a chance and pulled them both closer, letting his hands wrap around their hips. They squeaked.
"Thank you both. You're too kind."
"Does that happen..often?" Hannah stammered.
"Yes, a lot. Although it's not often I'm between two of the most gorgeous girls Hogwarts has ever seen."
"Oh, stop it, you." Hannah giggled. Susan slapped me on the elbow, though she was grinning.
"But, yeah, I'm hard all of the time, because I just have so much magic, you know?" Harry continued.
"What do you mean?" Hannah said, confused.
"Oh, Han, don't you know anything?" Susan began exasperatedly. "The more powerful a wizard is, the more," Susan blushed, "relief he needs. Magic has a close relation to blood and testosterone for men, that's why they can do more powerful magic when they get angry or have adrenaline in their blood."
"Really?" Hannah said with wide eyes.
"Really," Harry confirmed. "And it's so difficult, because the other boys have magazines or something from their brothers, or their uncles, and I don't have any family, or anyone to talk to." He laid it on thick.
"Aww," The two girls let out. Hannah stroked his bicep, pushing her big tits into his side. Susan had her hand on top of his, on her hip, tracing circles into it. Both stared up at him - he had memories of terrible things, of murder and death, of dominance. But those two girls staring up at him made him feel truly powerful. Women were his vice, Harry decided. And he was going to indulge.
Hannah coughed. "Sooo…" She let the syllable elongate. Her eyes were a little wild, her wet hair sticking to her face as she looked up at him, and Harry thought she'd never looked sexier. The two girls hadn't accounted for the water's effect on their underwear, their bra's completely transparent, hard nipples sticking out. The water's heat was sweltering, the heavy steam clouding the room, enveloping it, turning a big room into a small one, an open space into a cosy one, such that Harry almost felt like was locked in a Hogwarts maintenance closet with the two girls.
Hannah leaned forward so he had to lean towards her to hear her whisper. "Do you have to, you know, touch yourself a lot?"
"Hannah!" Susan snapped suddenly, breaking the moment.
"What?" Hannah reared back, like she'd forgotten they weren't alone.
"He is a noble and head of the most Ancient House of Potter. You need to have some decorum." She scowled. "Stop acting like a slut!"
Hannah gasped, eyes tearing up a little as she stared at her feet.
"Girls, please." Harry stepped in, sensing trouble. "Susan, it's okay, really. Hannah, it's okay to ask questions like that with me only, because sometimes, we don't have anyone else to ask them of, right? And Susan, you're not wrong, but Hannah isn't a Knockturn Alley slut. We're all friends here, aren't we?" He brought them together by squeezing their hips, forcing them to look at each other.
Susan bent her head. "Sorry, Han. You know I love you."
Hannah gave her a tremulous smile. "It's okay. I love you too."
Oh, the possibilities, Harry thought, stifling his smirk. "It's embarrassing to talk about, but yeah, I jerk off a lot." He admitted. "Sometimes up to six times a day."
"Six!" Susan squealed, covering her hand with her mouth a little too late.
Hannah made an O with her mouth, though he doubted she knew how much six times was in reality.
"I have to," He shrugged his shoulders, looking up at their ceiling as if he was embarrassed and not simply the sex-starved scheming bastard that he was. "Or I start going crazy. My magic will overpower me and, well - I don't have to tell you how dangerous that is. A simple spell could really hurt someone, or I might start losing my mind."
"Really?" Susan said, astonished. "I knew that getting, um, backed up can cause problems, but I didn't realize it was so serious."
"It isn't, for most wizards." Harry made it up as he went along. "But when I was in my second year, Dumbledore had to arrange a talk with me, because I almost blinded someone with just a Lumos. I," He hesitated. "I don't want to sound like I'm bragging." He didn't want to sound like he was lying, he meant. "But when you're as powerful as I am, I'm more of a dangerous weapon and I have to take care of myself as much as possible…"
Harry had to use Occlumency to stop himself from laughing at the shit he was shovelling.
"I have special dispensation to leave classes at any time. That's why you'll often see me in the Hospital Wing or out of class."
"That's why Madam Pomfrey said she might have to make you your own Wing, just for you!" Hannah exclaimed.
"Yes." Harry said solemnly, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself giggling. He was laying it on thick, maybe too thick, but the girls and his painfully throbbing cock was getting to him. He'd told some half-truths - powerful wizards really need to get release often, but the rest of it was bullshit. Still, the two girls were clearly awed, pressing themselves into him, staring into the foamy waters as if they'd catch a glimpse of his cock, swaying from side to side, like a shark. Except instead of blood, his cock hunted pussy.
"I never knew." Hannah murmured to herself. "Susan, did you know?!" She said accusingly, like she'd been told that Susan held the cure to cancer and never revealed it.
"No." Susan admitted. "I knew that wizards need release, but the rest...I wish, I really wish someone was there to help you, Harry. It makes me so mad to think that you don't have anyone to rely on." She stomped her leg, or tried to, forgetting she was in deep water, and gripped his hand. "I'm going to make sure Auntie and the Ministry treats you well, Harry. You really deserve someone to take care of you when you're saving the school, or saving the world, to make sure you sleep, and to make sure you eat, and to make sure you-" She cut off suddenly, blushing red.
She gulped suddenly, her tongue running out to dart her dry lips, pausing for several moments to gather courage. "When you, when you, oh...never mind." Susan cut off.
Harry knew what she was going to ask.
Hannah asked it for her. "When you - take yourself in hand - do you ever think about us?"
"All the time." He looked at them both in turn. "I think about both of you, together. I - I don't want to say any more, out of respect to you both. I-fuck."
"You can say." Susan said instantly.
"Yeah, you can tell us." Hannah squirmed, squeezing her legs together. "We won't be offended. We're not like that."
"I can't, girls," He said, faking anger, wrenching himself out of their hold. "Do you know how hard it is? I need to get out of here. I shouldn't have come here!" He shook himself wildly, trying to escape a lusty haze he was actually beginning to feel. "It's even worse when I've been fighting, the adrenaline and the power flowing through me. Girls, please, help me out of the bath. I can't take it anymore. You're too sexy, your tits and your bodies and the way you smell." He squeezed them hard, flexed his magic aura and after some thought, let it reign entirely, the water bubbling ferociously in response. "I need to cum!"
They vibrated, shocked, and he thought Hannah may have even had a little orgasm when she felt his magic envelop hers, so tiny in comparison.
They breathed hard and heavy, and there was a moment of silence. Then, their eyes met each other. A single nod, echoed. The Hufflepuff nod, the famous Hufflepuff nod, that thing that members of their houses did, when they agreed with one another, when they came together to say 'this is not right and we're going to do something about it'. We're going to stay late to help the Professor help wrangle her mandrakes. We're going to stop that Ravenclaw second year from being bullied. We're going to organize a whip-around collection tin to help Madam Hooch recover from her broken hip.
Or...We're going to make Harry cum his brains out.
One dainty hand, gripped around his cock, not even managing to encircle it entirely. Another, a different hand, higher up. Harry held back his smirk of triumph.
"Girls." He warned.
"Ssh, Harry." Hannah said dazedly.
"But-"
"Shut up, Harry." Susan took charge. "We're going to relieve you. But we want something in return."
"What?" He said cautiously.
"We want to see it." Hannah slipped out of the jet, and he caught a brief glimpse of her glorious, absurdly large fat titties and her hard nipples through her soaked bra before she was behind him, out of the tub. With Susan's help, she gently pulled him out of the bath, lying him down on a big fluffy pink towel.
He blinked, and they were kneeling next his legs, eyes laser-focused on his member.
Their hands encircled him again, his cock growing impossibly bigger was big, red and angry in their hands.
"Fuck, its so big." Susan muttered. "It's like a basilisk."
"I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't know." Hannah murmured to herself, like she was having an epiphany about life itself.
"Trust me, it's nothing as big as a basilisk." Harry laughed. "At least, not as big as the one I killed."
Their two heads jerked up at him, and he had to stop the twitch of his smile. This was almost too easy.
"One day, you're going to tell me all of the stories. I feel like we're living at two different Hogwarts." Hannah demanded.
"Okay, if you're good." He gave her a smirk.
Hannah took a big, juddering breath, and he examined them both for the first time, their big tits pouring out of their struggling bras. The bathroom floor too hard on their knees, they quickly lay down on their sides, showing their sweet asses for the first time. Both girls had thick peachy bottoms, covered only by wet, immaterial thong-style panties that didn't even attempt to cover up their bubble butts. He ached to squeeze their soft, supple ass-flesh, but contented himself with running his hands through their hair as they began their inspection of his cock.
They jerked a little, acquainting themselves, the one they'd be serving for the rest of their lives, though they didn't know it yet. They cooed and aahed over every ridge and vein, giggling as they manhandled his big swollen balls.
"It's like I can feel the stuff in them." Hannah swore.
"The cum, Han. Or ejaculate." Susan corrected. And then blushed heavily and shot a glance at him, like she was worried he'd realized she wasn't a complete prude.
"Are all boys things like this?"
Susan giggled. "Han!"
"It's not like you've seen one before, either!" Hannah shot back, flaming red.
"Ah, no, I'm probably like two or three times bigger than the other boys, at least from what I've seen in the shower room. And a lot thicker."
Susan was still laughing. "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 wrapped both hands around it and swayed back and forth. He felt a boost to his ego, both at how inflated Hannah's opinion of him was, and at her dreamy expression.
"It is...something. Ok, Potter." Susan cleared her throat. "Harry," She corrected. "Sorry." She looked crestfallen, for a moment.
"Are you okay?" He 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." He leaned forward, caressing 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." She bounced to her feet and was straight back with a squeezing bottle of bath oils, which she poured all over his cock until it was shiny and Hannah's soft hands were jerking gently up and down with lewd, wet squelches. Hannah shivered.
"Good job, Susan." Harry said, raising his head to get a better view.
"Now lie down, Mister." She said 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 for the rest of my life."
Susan blushed. "Such a silver-tongue." She slapped at my chest playfully, but still conjured up pillows behind my head. "Can you see us now?"
"So gorgeous."
"Just hands, Hannah." Susan ordered, seeing Hannah dangerously close to my cock's head, dripping with precum and oil. Hannah reacted like she'd been snapped out of hypnosis, but she nodded. Susan shot him 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 and started jacking slowly, giving him 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 jiggling as they both stroked up and down, synchronised.
"Thank you girls." He let out a sigh of 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 snapped hers straight off, revealing her giant tits for the first time. Her plump melons defied not just gravity, but reason itself, mountains of creamy white flesh, her hard pink nipples at the mountain's peak. They jiggled and wobbled as Hannah jerked him, bouncing deliciously with her every movement, and Hannah giggled as she jacked faster, more furiously, framing her elbows under her tits to better present them to his gaze.
Susan raised an eyebrow but followed suit with an amused sigh, knowing her that own tits wouldn't amaze him quite so 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 schlock-schlock up and down handjob.
She had a figure, and a face, that would inspire paintings and statues, move artists to create their masterworks. She was Botticelli's Venus, fullbodied, long red hair curling down to her hips, glinting in the light, dark in the shadows, pink pale lips and those gleaming hazel eyes. But Venus covered her breasts, whereas Susan lifted hers for his viewing pleasure, not with pride, or arrogance, but nervous. He gave her a reassuring smile, enjoying their giggling, competitive spirit as their hands met each other on their shaft.
They playfully swiped each other away from his cock, laughing as they stroked, and Harry was reminded, suddenly, absurdly, of a school trip they'd had 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 winked at him.
Harry 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.
Hannah was 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, nervously and then with growing confidence, until she was using both hands to knead his nutsack, her soft cool touch doing 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.
Susan had picked up the pace, enjoying having his cock all to herself. She was experimenting, twisting her hands at the head, loving his groans. She, Susan Bones, was pleasuring Lord Potter himself - the Boy-Who-Lived was groaning at her hands. She tugged furiously, as if tugging quicker would help her quench her own searing horniness, the shlick-shlick of her hands from the base to the head engraving itself in her own.
She swore never to forget this moment, no matter what happened from here. She had to protect her virginity, she may never get his favor again, she may be married off tomorrow, but she knew she'd always remember this. The scent of a man, mixing with the bath oil and the steam to create a room filled with sex. Harry's sex. Harry's everything. The sound of their tugging, as Hannah joined back in, their hands working in perfect unison, like Hufflepuffs always did. The sound of Harry's moans, his murmurs of their names a genuine thrill. And the sight and feel, of him arching his hips up, his incredible cock, its ridges and veins, its pulsating, its endless stream of pre-cum, like a normal man's cumshot, such that their hands were covered in oils and sweat and cum and...oooh.
Susan whimpered. Hannah moaned. They edged closer, until they were practically straddling his thighs as they joined together at his crotch, side to side, prostrating themselves to his manhood.
"Harry, please." Susan begged.
Harry arched his hips into their touch and released, pulled apart like a bowstring and then he was undone. He came, again and again and again, his cock throbbing, the girls hands still jerking even as they were drenched, hosed down as his cum just kept spurting. Ropes and ropes of thick, hot loads spewed forth, onto their collarbones, their tits, pouring down like a waterfall down their navels, onto their panties and their thighs.
And then he was done, and Harry collapsed.
"Fuck." He said, simply. He gazed down at the shell-shocked girls, glazed in white. He'd never seen anything hotter. It was right. His seed, coating them, anointing them.
"What the fuck?" Susan muttered. Though his cock had been pointing well below their faces, some had spattered up onto their chins. Hannah darted her tongue out, licking some of it away.
"It tastes good." Hannah said, shocked. Her hands were still on his cock, gently caressing it. "I-I...this was…" She seemed enthralled, but not all there, like she'd changed forever. Then she swore, suddenly, abruptly. "Fuck." She squirmed her legs together, grinding her thighs, panic in her eyes. "Susie, help! Susie, I'm going to go crazy."
Harry raised his eyebrows, stunned. She'd been taken over by lust, dilated eyes, panting, sweating. Was this what Morgana tried to protect witches from?
"Go to my bed." Susan ordered. "I'll be there soon. Use your fingers."
Hannah leapt to her feet, her hands cradling her cum-covered tits, rubbing in into herself, but she seemed set-back, shell-shocked, like she was covered in blood and not cum. She whimpered, eyes becoming teary, as she ran out of the bathroom.
"Is she okay?" Harry wondered genuinely.
"Fuck." Susan just swore, staring down at her own cum-covered body. "Look, Harry, your magic is...it's like offering water to a man lost in the desert." She didn't smile even as Harry's lips twitched. "It's not funny, really. It's...you don't know how intense it is. It's amazing." She took a deep breath. "But a witches' virginity is a powerful thing, and we can't control ourselves…"
"Susan, it's okay." Harry sat up. "I don't want to cause trouble. I'll go."
She helped him up. "You're not trouble, far from it. You're," She took a deep breath and ran a hand across his cock, almost absently, staring up at him. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to Hannah. She comes out of her shell when you're near. You inspire her." She looked down at the ground. "And, well, you inspire me too." She was bouncing her foot, seemingly impatient. "We'll be in touch, okay?"
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 trembled in his gasp, her legs listless as he held her up. He offered her Lady Potter, the most prestigious title in all of Wizarding Society. "Oh, Harry," She sniffed. When he released her, she let out a wordless cry and ran from his grasp, out of the room.
Whoops, he thought. Perhaps he'd overplayed his hand. He wasn't particularly interested in her as his wife - marriage as a whole seemed a trite conquest when dominion over the country was possible, but the position of Lady Potter was an enticing one for girls, one which many girls had dreamed of since they'd heard the Boy Who Lived fairytales. He'd not made enough of his fame, in the past, too shy or embarrassed. That would have to change.
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.