The dark, murky depths of the Black Lake kept growing ominous around them as Harry and Fleur remained locked in a passionate embrace, their bodies joined in the most intimate of ways. The pleasant tingle that kept shooting through Fleur's core made her shiver even though the lozenge was hard at work, dispelling any hint of cold from her body. However, that was where it reached its limit, for there was nothing that could subdue the rivulets of pleasure coursing through her as she felt her lover's manhood throb deep within her.
They breathed heavily, resting their foreheads against each other as they came down from their orgasmic high.
"We should be getting back to the task," Harry muttered, feeling her nod against him.
"Yeah," Fleur breathed. They pulled back and regarded each other for a brief moment before matching grins erupted on their faces.
"We've got to do this again!"
"We're doing this again!"
They paused, staring at each other, before they both erupted into peals of laughter. Giggling, Fleur pulled away from him, gingerly fixing her swimsuit as Harry did the same, eyeing her with a hunger that made her pussy tingle once again.
"Down, greedy idiot," she chided lovingly. "We've got a task to complete."
Chuckling, Harry nodded. However, his smile vanished when he glanced down.
"When did this happen!?" He asked suddenly, placing his hand on Fleur's side where her swimsuit had been torn open, and as Fleur followed his line of sight, her eyes widened.
There was a long gash by her side, and blood was oozing out of the wound.
"Fucking hell, Fleur!" Harry exclaimed, quickly casting healing spells on her. The wound closed, but the skin around it had turned purple. "Don't tell me you got poisoned!"
"I don't feel like I am though," Fleur muttered. "I don't even feel any pain."
"That doesn't look good though!" Harry fretted. The wound might have healed completely, with not even a scar visible on her skin, but there were purple veins all around the area, and it did not fill Harry with any reassurance. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Suddenly, Fleur stumbled, and Harry quickly reached out, taking her in his arms.
"Merde, it feels weird now," she slurred.
"Fleur!" Harry exclaimed as he saw her eyes start to close. He shook her, even gently slapping her cheek to rouse her, to no avail. She had gone unconscious. "Fucking hell, what the hell is this poison!?"
He could not take her with him. She needed immediate medical attention. His face set, Harry began to swim back upward.
He mentally chided himself for succumbing to his lust like that, instead of checking on her to make sure she was alright. However, another voice arose in his mind, reminding him that even she didn't feel anything.
Harry shook his head. It was not the time to argue with himself. Fleur needed immediate medical attention.
His heart heavy, Harry kept swimming up toward the surface with Fleur in his arms, his face set into one of determination.
However, a frown quickly grew on his face when he neared the surface and saw it.
A massive swarm of familiar creatures obstructed his path.
The errant Grindylows had come to join the fray.
-Break-
The murky waters of the Black Lake swirled ominously as Harry tightened his grip on Fleur's unconscious form. His wand held steady in his free hand, he scanned the horde of Grindylows blocking his path to the surface. Their bulbous, pale green eyes glinted menacingly in the faint light filtering down from above. Their sharp, clawed fingers twitched with eagerness, and their elongated teeth gleamed as they bared them in a collective snarl.
This wasn't normal behavior. Harry had been watching these creatures for weeks in preparation for the Second Task. Normally, Grindylows were skittish scavengers, prone to defending their territory but quick to flee when met with resistance. But now, something was different. They had become unnaturally bold, even reckless. He had seen them attacking fish and even other Grindylows in frenzied violence, and now they were turning their aggression on him.
Harry's mind worked furiously as he floated in place, his wand pointed forward. He didn't have time to think about why they were acting this way. Fleur's life hung in the balance, and he couldn't afford to hesitate.
The swarm surged toward him, a chaotic, writhing mass of claws, teeth, and sinewy limbs. Harry reacted instantly.
The red beam of his Stunning Spell streaked through the water, colliding with the foremost Grindylow. The creature froze mid-lunge, its limbs locking up as it drifted downward. Another followed immediately, but Harry was already moving, weaving through the water with Fleur clutched tightly against his chest.
A pulse of force burst outward from his wand, sending several Grindylows hurtling away from him. Yet more took their place, their numbers seemingly endless. They circled him like predators, their movements unnervingly coordinated.
Harry growled under his breath. "Alright, you asked for it."
He flicked his wand in a sharp, intricate pattern.
The gouging spell tore through the water like an invisible blade, cutting a swath through the advancing swarm. Grindylows screeched in pain and scattered, but the reprieve was short-lived. The swarm regrouped with unsettling speed, and Harry felt the pressure of their presence closing in again.
One of them darted forward, claws outstretched. Harry thrust his wand in its direction and snarled, "Glacius!"
The Grindylow froze solid, a jagged block of ice encasing its body. Harry didn't stop to admire his work. He kicked his legs, propelling himself upward. Another Grindylow lunged for Fleur, and Harry swiped his wand horizontally.
A sharp jet of magic slashed across the creature's arm, severing it cleanly. It howled and recoiled, thrashing in pain as dark green ichor clouded the water. Harry's jaw clenched. He didn't like hurting creatures unnecessarily, but he wasn't about to let them stop him from saving Fleur.
More Grindylows swarmed him, their claws raking at his legs and arms. His shield charm flared to life in a shimmering golden bubble, deflecting their attacks, but the strain of holding it while swimming and fighting was immense.
"Protego Maxima!" Harry cast, reinforcing the barrier. The Grindylows hissed and battered against the shield, their claws sparking against the magical surface.
Harry gritted his teeth as one particularly large Grindylow attempted to wrap its gangly arms around his barrier. It squeezed with unnatural strength, causing cracks to spiderweb across the surface of the shield. Harry jabbed his wand forward.
The spell detonated against the creature's chest, sending it flying backward in a burst of greenish mist. The swarm hesitated for a moment, as though shocked by the display of power, and Harry seized the opportunity.
He shifted Fleur's weight in his arms, ensuring her head was secure against his chest, and aimed his wand upward.
"Ascendio!"
The propulsion spell launched him upward like a bullet, breaking through the mass of Grindylows above. The water rushed past him in a torrent, and the surface drew closer with every heartbeat.
But the Grindylows weren't giving up. They pursued him relentlessly, their clawed hands reaching for his legs and feet. Harry pointed his wand downward.
The blasting curse erupted below him, a fiery explosion that sent a shockwave rippling through the water. The Grindylows were thrown back en masse, their shrieks muffled by the water as the detonation tore through their ranks.
For a brief moment, there was silence. Harry's lungs burned as he strained to swim upward, the weight of Fleur and the exertion of the battle taking its toll. But finally, the surface broke above him, and he quickly thought Aero for air, the cool breeze filling his chest.
He didn't stop. The Grindylows wouldn't stay stunned for long, and he needed to get Fleur to safety. Harry swam with every ounce of strength he had left, his legs kicking furiously as he propelled them toward the platform where the healers were waiting.
Behind him, the water churned and bubbled as the Grindylows began to stir once more. Harry didn't look back. His focus was solely on the woman in his arms, and the faint, uneven rise and fall of her chest that told him she was still alive.
As he neared the edge of the platform, the frantic figures of Madam Pomfrey and several other healers came into view. They were stationed near a small medical tent that had been set up for the task, their faces contorted with alarm as they spotted him.
"Madam Pomfrey!" Harry shouted, his voice hoarse but commanding. "She's hurt! Poisoned, I think!"
The healers rushed forward, their wands out, and they levitated Fleur onto the platform. Harry carefully passed Fleur into Madam Pomfrey's capable hands, his heart heavy as he watched her limp form leave his grasp.
"What happened?" Madam Pomfrey demanded, her wand already out and casting diagnostic spells over Fleur's body.
"She was attacked underwater," Harry explained calmly, his concerned eyes following the matron's wand movements. "There was a gash on her side, and I healed it, but—"
"Purple veins?" Pomfrey interrupted sharply, her expression grim. "Nothing down there should cause this."
"We encountered a sea serpent and a crab-like creature," Harry explained, and immediately, the healer's eyes widened.
"What are those creatures doing in the Black Lake!?" She asked, aghast.
"My guess would be the organizers trying to make it more challenging for us," Harry replied.
"Barbaric idiots," Pomfrey muttered under her breath. "A Toxikarkinos' pincers are highly poisonous. And the victim doesn't even feel the sting as the area is numbed completely. A very sneaky creature, that one."
Harry nodded. "I managed to heal the wound. She passed out almost immediately afterward."
"Bring her into the tent!" Pomfrey barked at her assistants. They moved quickly, carrying Fleur onto a stretcher and hurrying her into the enclosure.
Madam Pomfrey turned to Harry briefly, her eyes softening for just a moment. "You did well bringing her back so quickly, Potter. But I need to focus on saving her now. Go finish your task."
Harry hesitated for a fraction of a second, torn between his concern for Fleur and his duty to complete the task. But Pomfrey's firm tone left no room for argument. With a deep breath, he nodded, turned, and dove back into the Black Lake.
The cold water embraced him for just a moment before the enchantments kicked in. He descended fast, tearing through the water as he swam through the dim, murky depths of the Black Lake. The Grindylows were nowhere to be seen, and although a part of him was slightly relieved that he would not need to bother with those creatures again, he had a feeling that they had found a different prey already.
Harry pushed forward, his wand held in front of him, and finally, he could make out the faint signs of what he believed looked like the village of the merpeople.
It was a sprawling network of stone and coral, dimly illuminated by bioluminescent plants. At the center, a large stone altar rose, bound with thick ropes of seaweed. Three figures were tied to it, floating limply in the water: Katie, his hostage; Gabrielle, Fleur's younger sister; and Krum's hostage, the beautiful young woman Harry recognized as his girlfriend Natalia.
Harry's lips pursed at the sight of them. He swam closer, his wand at the ready, scanning the area for any threats. The merpeople were gathered around, their long, fishlike tails flicking lazily as they watched him approach with cold, calculating eyes.
He swam closer to the hostages and hovered near the altar, regarding the creatures with a calm, collected gaze.
Minutes passed, and Harry waited, his eyes flicking between the hostages and the murky waters around him. There was no sign of Krum. Anxiety began to build in his chest as the seconds ticked by. Surely, Krum should have arrived by now.
He eyed Katie and Gabrielle. He had already resolved to take them both with him, and he had only been waiting for Krum to arrive so that he was sure nothing would happen to his hostage. However, there were no signs of his arrival. Whether he had been attacked by the Grindylows or some other creatures, Harry did not know, but it seemed more and more certain that Krum wasn't coming.
His eyes fell on Natalia. The woman was beautiful, an exotic beauty who had captivated him at first sight. He would've most definitely tried his luck if she had been single. Yet, she had been teasing and suggestive toward him which kept him hooked, and he would be lying if he said he was not interested.
In any case, the thought of leaving her behind did not sit right with him.
Resolved, Harry swam to the altar and began freeing the hostages. He started with Katie, carefully cutting the seaweed bindings with a Severing Charm. Then, he moved to Gabrielle and finally Natalia. As he worked, the merpeople began to gather, their numbers swelling. They watched him intently, their expressions growing more hostile.
When Harry reached for Natalia, a group of merpeople swam forward, their tridents raised threateningly. One of them, clearly a leader, a tall and fearsome figure adorned with intricate shell jewelry, gestured sharply and spoke in their guttural language. The meaning was clear: he was only allowed to take his own hostage. The others would have to remain.
Harry shook his head, his wand at the ready. "That's not going to happen. I'm not leaving them here."
The leader's eyes narrowed dangerously. She raised her trident, and the other merpeople followed suit, forming a semicircle around Harry. Their intentions were unmistakable.
"You defy our laws," the leader intoned. "Leave now with your chosen hostage, or face the consequences."
Harry didn't flinch. "If your laws mean abandoning innocent people to danger, then your laws are wrong." He shifted his grip on Katie, holding her securely with one arm as he pointed his wand at the leader. "I'm taking them. All of them."
He did not think that they would truly be in mortal danger if he left them here, but after seeing everything in the lake over the past hour or so, he was not in an amicable mood. He could not take the risk of something unforeseen happening after he left.
The tension in the water was palpable. The merpeople exchanged glances, their tridents gleaming ominously in the dim light. Then, with a guttural cry, the leader lunged forward.
Harry reacted instantly. He cast Protego Maxima once again, and a shimmering barrier sprung to life around him and the hostages. The first wave of attacks clashed against the shield, sending ripples of magic through the water.
Harry countered with a banisher, the force of his spell pushing several merpeople back. He followed up with a stunner, the red bolt colliding with two more who had attempted to flank him.
The leader snarled, darting around the shield with uncanny speed. Harry pivoted, casting the freezing charm to freeze her path. She snarled in frustration as icy tendrils spread across her trident, forcing her to pull back.
Despite his skill and determination, Harry knew he was outnumbered. The merpeople's coordinated attacks were relentless, and maintaining the shield while defending the hostages was draining his energy quickly. But he refused to give up.
"Hang on," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to the unconscious girls. "I'm getting you all out of here."
With a burst of magic, he sent a powerful "Confringo!" toward the leader, creating a shockwave that disrupted the merpeople's formation. Seizing the moment, Harry grabbed Gabrielle and Natalia, holding all three hostages close as he propelled himself upward with "Ascendio!"
The water churned violently as the merpeople gave chase, their furious cries echoing around him. Harry gritted his teeth, pushing himself to the limit. The surface was tantalizingly close, but the merpeople were closing in fast.
"Come on," he urged himself, his muscles burning with effort. "Just a little more…"
Finally, with one last surge of strength, Harry broke through the surface, thinking Aero and feeling the cold air filling his lungs as he gasped for breath. The moment the girls emerged from the surface, their enchantments fell apart and they gasped, breathing huge lungfuls of air as they clung to him.
Harry tightened his hold on them as he swam furiously toward the platform, the weight of the three hostages threatening to drag him down. However, he refused to let go, the lozenge helping him remain afloat as he swam forward.
On the platform, the judges and spectators erupted into chaos as they saw him emerging from the water with not one, but three hostages in tow.
Harry dragged himself and the hostages onto the platform, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. Gabrielle, Katie, and Natalia were quickly scooped up by the waiting healers, their pale faces regaining color as they were enveloped in layers of warm blankets and magical diagnostic spells.
Madam Pomfrey hurried over to Harry, her sharp eyes scanning him for injuries. "Mr. Potter, you're in a dreadful state! Sit down this instant, and let me—"
"No," Harry interrupted, shaking his head firmly. "I'm fine. See to them, Madam Pomfrey. They need checking more than I do."
The mediwitch huffed, clearly displeased, but she turned her attention to the shivering girls being tended to nearby. Harry swiped a hand across his forehead, smearing water and grime, before looking around urgently.
"Fleur," he said, his voice hoarse. "Where is Fleur? Is she okay?"
Before Madam Pomfrey could respond, Harry's question was answered in the most unexpected way possible. A blur of blonde hair and fluffy bath fabric collided with him, nearly knocking him off his feet. Fleur threw her arms around his neck, her voice trembling as she sobbed his name.
"'Arry! Mon Dieu, 'Arry! Merci! Merci! You saved Gabrielle! You saved 'er! You saved me!"
Fleur's lips found his in a fervent, desperate kiss, pouring all her gratitude and relief into the connection. Harry froze for a moment, caught off guard by the intensity, but quickly responded with equal passion. His arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her closer as the world seemed to fade away. The cold air, the wet clothes clinging to his body, the distant murmurs of the crowd—all of it melted into irrelevance.
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the gathered spectators as they stared at the pair kissing heatedly at the edge of the wooden platform, uncaring of where they were or who was watching. Shock was the prominent emotion prevalent in the crowd, but there were individuals who stared at them with varying degrees of amusement, surprise, or arousal.
Daphne and Tracey stood together, and although their eyebrows had shot upward in synchronized surprise, there was no mistaking the matching grins on their faces.
"Well, that's one way to celebrate, I guess," Tracey remarked loudly enough so that only Daphne could hear. A sly grin tugged at her lips as she gazed at her lover snogging one of the hottest women around in full view of the entirety of Hogwarts and beyond.
Daphne chuckled softly, leaning in to whisper, "Leave it to Harry to turn a rescue mission into a spectacle. Don't think I can blame Delacour either."
"You think something's going on between them?"
"Think?" Daphne smirked. "Look at them go, Trace. If I had to guess, they've been fucking for weeks now."
A short distance away, a certain redhead's face burned crimson just like her hair as she stared, wide-eyed. Her hands were clasped tightly together, and her lips parted in a mixture of shock, fascination, and… something deeper that made her heart race. Her mind reeled, and she could not refrain from imagining herself in the beautiful veela's place for the briefest, most forbidden moment. She quickly banished the thought, glancing around nervously to ensure no one noticed her reaction. She had no need to be worried though, for her reaction was of no interest to anyone in the face of what was going on down there.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was likely only a few seconds shy of a minute, Harry and Fleur broke apart, their foreheads resting against each other. Fleur's hands cupped his face as she peppered him with quick, frantic kisses on his cheeks, his nose, and his forehead, her words tumbling out in rapid-fire French and English.
"You are incroyable, 'Arry! You saved Gabrielle, and you saved me! Je ne sais pas comment… I cannot ever repay you! Merci, merci, merci!"
"Fleur," Harry said softly, trying to stop her frantic tirade, but she showed no sign of stopping. Slowly, a smile formed on his face as he caught her hands to still her frantic motions. Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her again, this time slower, more deliberate, effectively silencing her outpouring of gratitude. Fleur melted into him, her fingers tangling in his damp hair as she returned the kiss.
Harry's hands had already grabbed her sides and he had begun to unconsciously caress the spot where she had been poisoned. There was nothing on her skin—nothing that would indicate she had sustained a wound. Fleur shivered under his touch as she pressed herself flush against him, and it took all her effort to keep her allure under control. Both knew they were putting quite a spectacle in front of the crowd, but they could not bring themselves to care.
In the stands, Daphne and Tracey watched on in amusement and no small amount of arousal, their hands clasped and their fingers laced together as they leaned against each other, both feeling a tingling sensation between their legs, and as they exchanged a glance, both knew what the other wanted.
Susan's gaze lingered on Harry for a long moment before she turned away, her thoughts swirling. Fleur's parents stood by Madame Maxime who all watched on with mixed feelings, although the calculating look in Apolline Delacour's eyes was impossible to miss for anyone who happened to look at her.
Meanwhile, the crowd erupted in cheers, applause, and more than a few wolf whistles, but Harry and Fleur paid them no mind as they continued to make out heatedly, caressing each other as they remained locked in a passionate embrace.
-Break-
A few hours had passed since the task had ended, and to say that the castle was still buzzing would be an understatement. However, it was not the task itself that had the student body in a mood. Rather, it was what had unfolded on the platform in its aftermath.
Fleur Delacour and Harry Potter—two champions, who should be rivals—had put on a ravenous display in front of all as they snogged without a care in the world. That was the only topic of discussion, and opinions were divided. There was only a small part of the populace who saw reason, for the others were busy bashing the two champions for one reason or another.
"Those losers are jealous," Daphne whispered under her breath, standing behind Harry as she scrubbed his back with a soapy washcloth. "It's a relief you don't stink of fish."
"Why? I seem to recall you love fish," Tracey quipped from her spot in front of Harry where she squatted on her knees, taking delicate care to clean his groin. Her eyes dropped to his manhood that lurched under her touch and she let out a giggle. "Aw, the fish knows we're talking about it."
"Your jokes are silly as always," Daphne replied haughtily, pushing the thin robe off her shoulders and stepping naked under the running shower, letting the washcloth drop on the floor as she pressed up against her lover from behind. "So," she began softly, her warm breath against his ear sending a shiver through him.
"So what?" He asked, his hand absently pushing through Tracey's lustrous brown hair. The brunette moaned in encouragement as he began to caress her wet scalp and she wrapped her hand around his manhood, slowly pumping him to hardness.
"You need it spelled out for you, Harry?" Daphne asked, caressing his chest. Her fingers gently tweaked his nipples as she nibbled on his earlobe. "How long until you bring that hot piece of arse to us? Gatekeeping such a treat is bad manners, you know?"
Harry let out a chuckle as he leaned back against Daphne who pressed her large tits against his back, wrapping her arms tighter around him.
"Got tired of Trace already, Daph?" He asked jokingly.
"More like craving a taste of an exotic dish," the blonde replied throatily. "And after seeing what it looks like, I'd love a taste as soon as possible."
Chuckling, Harry gazed down at Tracey who leaned forward and ran her wet tongue along his length, dropping soft kisses all over his prick. Feeling his eyes on her, she looked up and grinned.
"So you want a taste too, huh?"
"Well, I won't say no to it," she quipped. "But let's not talk about that right now, okay? I'd much rather enjoy this treat right here."
Without any further ado, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his prick, slowly sliding him deeper inside her mouth until she had taken his entire length in.
"Makes sense," Daphne whispered, gazing down at her best friend devouring their lover. "But still… Oh! I have an idea. Let's play a game."
"What game?" Harry grunted just as Tracey paused, slowly taking him out of her mouth and gazing up.
Smirking, Daphne continued, "If we get you to cum in less than five minutes, you bring her to us. Deal?"
"And what if you can't?" Harry challenged, smirking.
"Then you get us to do whatever you want," she replied.
"Well then, I guess we have a deal," Harry replied, and barely a second later, Tracey plunged her entire mouth onto his prick, taking him deep inside her throat.
Her eyes watered as she took Harry deep, her nose pressing against his groin. She held him there for a moment before pulling back, gasping for air. She quickly plunged her mouth back though and began bobbing her head back and forth, her tongue swirling around his sensitive flesh.
Harry let out a groan of pleasure and felt Daphne's hands roaming over his chest and abs, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. She pinched his nipples lightly, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his groin, making him throb in Tracey's mouth.
"Fuck, Trace," Harry hissed, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her movements. Tracey hummed in response, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him. Daphne's hands continued their exploration, one sliding down his stomach, her fingers brushing against the base of his cock, where it disappeared into Tracey's mouth.
Her other hand snaked down to cup his balls, gently rolling them in her palm. Harry's hips bucked forward, pushing his cock deeper into Tracey's throat. The brunette took it in stride, her hands gripping his thighs for support as she continued to suck him off.
Daphne's voice was a low purr in his ear. "You like that, don't you, Harry? You like having both of us pleasure you like this. Now imagine Delacour joining us here. The three of us, at your mercy, to do with as you wish. I bet you'll love it."
Harry could only grunt in response, his focus solely on the pleasure coursing through him. Tracey's mouth felt incredible, the wet heat and the suction sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. Daphne's hands were no less distracting, her fingers tracing the sensitive skin behind his balls, making him shiver.
Tracey pulled back, her lips popping off his cock with a wet sound. She grinned up at him, her chin glistening with saliva and precum. "I want to taste you, Harry," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I want to taste you coming in my mouth."
Daphne, not wanting to waste any time, stepped around Harry and knelt in front of him, her large breasts pressing against his thighs.
"Let's see how long you last now, baby," she purred, her hand wrapping around the base of Harry's cock, right where it disappeared into Tracey's mouth. She began to stroke him in time with Tracey's movements, her thumb brushing against the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock.
Tracey, understanding the game, began to bob her head faster, her hand joining Daphne's at the base of Harry's cock. She could feel his thickness pulsing in her hand, his precum leaking out, making her grip slick. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations making Harry's hips buck forward.
Daphne leaned in, her tongue joining Tracey's, licking and sucking at the base of Harry's cock. The dual sensation was almost too much for Harry to bear. He groaned, his hands tangling in both of their hair, guiding their movements.
"Fuck, that feels amazing," Harry grunted, his eyes locked onto the sight of the two women pleasuring him. "You two are going to make me cum way too fast."
Daphne looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's the point, love. We want you to cum, and we want you to bring that delicious piece of arse to us."
Tracey hummed in agreement, her tongue flicking against the sensitive spot just beneath the head of Harry's cock. He groaned again, his grip on their hair tightening. He could feel his orgasm approaching, the pleasure building in his groin.
Daphne's hand left his cock, moving down to cup his balls. She gently rolled them in her palm, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin behind them. The added stimulation was enough to push Harry over the edge.
With a low growl, he came, his cock pulsing in Tracey's mouth as he filled her with his release. Tracey swallowed every drop, her eyes locked onto Harry's as she continued to suck him gently, drawing out his orgasm.
Daphne leaned back, a satisfied smile on her face. "Looks like we won, Harry. You owe us."
Harry chuckled, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. "I do indeed. But I have a feeling I'm not the only one who's going to enjoy this."
Tracey released him with a soft pop, licking her lips. "Delicious," she said, a satisfied smile on her face.
Daphne got to her feet and pressed herself against Harry, kissing him softly, her hand stroking his chest. "See, Harry? We can be quite persuasive when we want to be."
Harry chuckled, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. "I have no doubt about that, Daph. No doubt at all."
Grinning, she asked, "So when are you going to bring her to us? I can't tell you how much I want to taste her."
Harry chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he wrapped his arm around her, caressing her plump rear. "Soon. Very soon."