Harry sighed and lifted his hips as Tracey's soft, plump lips tightened around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling over the bulbous crown like a popsicle. He gently stroked her hair, loving how silky soft it felt as he pushed it out of her eyes. Tracey was staring at him adoringly through her long eyelashes and he grinned.
She was new to this but she was an elite in both technique and enthusiasm. In every department imaginable when it came to sex, it seemed all the women he had been with so far were gifted by a certain entity herself.
"Not me~"
Harry smiled mirthfully as Maria's voice sang in his mind.
It was a leisurely Monday morning and he did not know what to say about the weekend they had spent. Two days filled with nothing but sex and lechery. Nothing had been left unexplored. All four of his lovely girls had laid themselves bare to him and each other and utter bedlam ensued. A silly contest that was nothing more than a pretext for the most mind-blowing orgy ever seen, and he had been at the center of it all. Had he been a normal man, he would have been severely deprived of all his testosterone but having a wonderful goddess like Maria as his patron came with untold benefits.
"And don't you dare forget it!"
"I wouldn't dare."
Harry reclined comfortably on the bed in the master bedroom of Greengrass Manor which had somehow become his room now. Expanded to encompass everyone, he was left to marvel at the sheer flexibility magic offered. The bed was massive, easily big enough for all five of them to fit in, and they had utilized it to its fullest during the past forty-eight hours or so.
Mother and daughters, who also happened to be his lovely betrothed and mistresses slept soundly, arms wrapped around one another as their dear adopted sister/daughter and another of his mistress worshipped his cock.
Evelyn had been the epitome of a pureblood wife since they had signed the contract as well, and Harry was all too happy to let her play that role. He could see how much she craved it and the happiness it brought her whenever he had taken her in the past few hours.
However, right now, propped up against the mountain of pillows and cushions that had been arranged for him in a manner that he could have the perfect view of her ministrations, Harry lecherously stared at Tracey as she stimulated his cock, sliding her tongue up and down his length. Her lustrous brown hair glowed in the sunlight that streamed in through those large windows that gave them the view of the entire estate and Harry caressed her once again, smiling when she preened.
For two days, they had shagged each other, but it seemed she was still eager for more. She pressed a featherlight kiss on the tip of his cock before she made an elaborate show of swirling her tongue around the crown, smirking at him all the while.
"In a mood this morning, are we?" He smirked and immediately grabbed her soft hair in a fist, pulling her forward and forcing his cock into her mouth.
Tracey coughed at the sudden rough treatment, a thick strand of saliva dripping down his shaft as she caught herself. She let out a lewd moan around his length as she slurped, slamming forward and taking his entire length inside her throat.
"Ah fuck… Suck that cock… ugh… just like that," he grunted, feeding his cock deep into her gullet. Tracey gagged and choked on his length but did not relent. The lewd sound of her gagging filled the room but she kept stroking him furiously, taking him deep into her throat with every forward slam of her mouth.
He reached over and grabbed one of her dangling juicy melons, squeezing and tweaking her nipples as he felt himself approaching climax.
"Fuck, Trace… I'm close," he grunted. "Stimulate my balls, will you? Oh yes, that's my girl."
Tracey preened at the praise and Harry chuckled. He always loved to see that sight on her – how much a little word of compliment meant to her. Her face pushed even more forward, forcing his cock deeper into her throat as she pulled her hand down and began fondling his balls with both. He could feel himself hitting the back of her throat but so accustomed to the feeling already, she stifled her reflexes and took him in with perfect ease. Enveloped by her tight warmth with her hands squeezing and fondling his balls, he was sent over the edge for who knew how many times it was now in the past two days.
He grunted, his hips shooting up, one hand fondling her large globe of flesh while the other in a fist, pulling her hair, as he came. Again and again, his thick cum shot out relentlessly, flooding her mouth. Tracey swallowed every bit of his hot seed, her eyes wide in wonder as he showed no sign of stopping.
"Relish it, Trace," he instructed and Tracey eagerly joined in by stroking him furiously, milking as much of him as she could as she swallowed. She could feel his cum sliding down her throat and into her belly, making her bloat slightly. She exercised caution to not let even a single drop escape her mouth, not wanting to waste even a bit of it.
However, she needed to breathe as well, and finally, Harry released his grip on her hair, letting her pull back. As she let out a large gasp, she was struck with a thick rope of his seed right in the middle of her face. Still jerking him off furiously, she let him paint her face in white.
Breathing heavily, Harry stared at the lewd sight that she was and chuckled at the awed look on her face.
"How come you still had all of that left!?" She asked in disbelief.
Harry merely lifted her and turned her around so that he was spooning her from behind. His softening cock pressed against her perky rear, he grabbed her tits and nuzzled the side of her neck.
"Come on, Trace. You should know by now I'm no normal wizard."
Tracey moaned as he started to play with her nipples and she let him, nodding in agreement.
"That you aren't," she replied as she caressed her stomach. "I feel so full."
"I'm sure you can get a few more gulps down," he replied. "Your face needs a bit of cleaning."
Chuckling, Tracey scooped his cum off her face and helped herself to it. Her face was clean in no time and she smiled when he pressed his face in her hair, breathing contentedly.
"Now that was a wonderful way to wake up," he muttered, coaxing a giggle out of her.
"I'm sure it'd become the new normal now," she replied, grinning.
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Roughly an hour later, he walked down with all four of his girls for breakfast. He made to sit down when he was suddenly stopped by Evelyn who took his hand and squeezed gently.
"Hmm?"
"Your seat is here from now on," she said softly and Harry's eyes widened slightly. Looking around, he saw Daphne, Astoria, and Tracey nodding as if it were expected, and he turned back to Evelyn.
"You're my lord, even though you've asked me to call you by your name," she smiled. "It is only right that you sit where your true place is. The head of the table."
Chuckling, Harry shook his head and squeezed her hand softly.
"All right," he nodded and sat down, not missing how they sat after him. He chalked it off to the quirk of purebloods, allowing them to serve him the breakfast. It was a small gesture but he believed it meant a lot to them, and he did not think it would be right to deprive them of it.
"I'm planning to introduce Nym to you all," Harry started after a few minutes as they ate. "Eve here has already met her. I think you should get to know each other, especially you, Daph."
"Wife 1 and Wife 2, eh?" She said teasingly, earning a chuckle.
"Exactly. And I'm sure you two could learn a lot from each other. You could do with some of her skills and she could do with a bit of… refinement, shall we say."
"She's a metamorph, right?" Evelyn asked. At his nod, she smirked, "Then I guess we all could learn something from her."
"I'll leave all of that to you women," Harry laughed, gently caressing her toes that rested against his inner thigh. "You lot can decide what you want to do. I've got full trust in you."
"Aw, you hear that? Someone's being a bit too sappy in the morning. Got a nice treat early on and became all emotional, baby?" Astoria teased. Harry flicked his hand toward her and her eyes widened.
"Oh Morgana!" She groaned aloud, clenching her toes as she gripped the table hard.
"That should take care of your smartass mouth for a few moments," Harry commented nonchalantly as the others grinned at the youngest of the lot who frankly deserved it.
"You utter…" Astoria groaned as Harry let up slightly so that she could at least eat properly.
"Hmm? Mind your tongue, Tori. Don't want me to kick it up again, do we?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow. The girl mumbled something under her breath as she ate quietly. Harry grinned smugly and resumed eating.
"Harry," Daphne garnered his attention once again. "You go and do whatever you're planning today. I'll send her a letter for her to come over. Direct contact would be better, am I right?"
Harry hid his smile and nodded. He knew Daphne was ingenious when it came to propriety and how things were supposed to work, and he was truly delighted to hear this idea from her.
"Sure, Daph."
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Half an hour later, Harry emerged out of the floo of #12 Grimmauld Place, and his eyes immediately fell on the vision that Nym was.
Clad in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and her crimson hair wrapped up in a bun, she sat at the table, eating. The moment he appeared, a massive grin overtook her features.
Harry caught her in stride, meeting her eager kiss halfway as she wrapped her legs around him in elation. Their lips smacked eagerly, tongues joining the interplay within seconds as they furiously snogged right in the middle of the room.
Nym moaned into the kiss as she felt him kneading her bulbous arse and she started grinding herself hard against him.
"Looks like someone's happy to see me," he teased as he pulled back and carried her over to the table, planting her rear atop it. "And what is this?"
He picked up the sheet of parchment with a familiar handwriting inscribed on it and hid a grin. Daphne was as meticulous and prompt as always.
"Making new friends now as well. Nice, nice."
"Sounds too prim and proper to me," Nym remarked, taking the parchment back and placing it on the table. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her firmly against her. "And it's been too long, hotshot. You shouldn't be slacking in your duties. I might be getting the second place but I ain't no afterthought."
"I wouldn't ever dare to think like that," he promised, caressing her cheek lovingly. "Not about you, not about anyone else. You all mean too much to me."
"Then don't stay away for so long from now on," she pouted, and Harry almost chuckled. She looked way too cute for someone who had more than half a decade on him.
"All right," he smiled, asking with a gesture toward the sheet of parchment once again, "So? What're you gonna do about that?"
"It'd be rude to not accept the hand she's offering, right?" She smiled. Her innocent little smile quickly transformed into a wicked grin as she continued, "I might also give the princess a lesson in unprimness as well."
"Pretty sure that ain't a real word," Harry snorted, prompting her to flick his earlobe. "Ow!"
"It is if I said it," she said with mock haughtiness.
"You know what?" Harry grinned. "I think you'd love them. And they'll love you back."
"Well, can't say there's any doubt about the second one, but the first one… I'll see."
"Nah, I'm confident," he smirked. "You'd fit right in with Tori and maybe Trace as well… as for Daph… well, I think she'll surprise you the most."
"Is that so?" Nym asked with a raised eyebrow. "I guess I'll see that one as well."
"I guess you will," he replied, amused.
She reached out and picked up the final slice of bacon left on the plate, munching on it eagerly. Once she was done, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself firmly against him.
"So tell me everything you've been up to over the weekend."
"What tells you I've been up to something?" He asked with a small laugh.
"You're awfully chipper for someone who hasn't," she replied promptly. "I know it must've involved a lot of shagging, lecherous pervert that you are. What else?"
Chuckling, Harry lifted her and carried them over to the chair at the end of the table, taking a seat with her on his lap, legs still wrapped tightly around him. Nym wasted no moment in starting to stimulate both their sexes.
Harry began to explain everything that had happened since his visit to Greengrass Manor and the more he told her, the more aroused she grew. Their clothes did not take long to vanish as Harry only had to pull his t-shirt off her frame, leaving her clad in nothing but her skimpy wet panties.
"Tell me more," she moaned loudly as Harry gave another powerful thrust inside her. He chuckled and told her every little detail from his visit, taking care not to omit anything. She loved hearing about it, and he loved how she reacted when he told her all about it. Sex and pleasure were always welcome, and when they came with women such as those he had in his life, he had no right to be anything but happy.
They reached their mutual climaxes in no time and Harry grunted as he told her about Tracey's brilliant performance this morning while he shot his load deep inside her quivering wet pussy. Nym shuddered atop him, clutching onto him hard as she rode out her violent orgasm, shivering.
"Morgana's fucking tits…" she breathed heavily as he held her. "She was not wrong. You must have some sort of divine blessing to make you so capable… You never run out of fuel, eh?"
"Didn't you hear what they call me now?" He asked, smirking as he saw her eyes widen. "I am the Chosen One."
Nym cried out as he hardened inside her once again and gave a powerful thrust, pulling her down in tandem and burying himself to the hilt inside her once again.
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"I guess I'll see you there," Nym said, grinning. They kissed passionately for a few seconds before they parted and Harry watched as she stepped inside the fireplace before she was swallowed by emerald flames.
Left alone in the Black townhouse, Harry looked around. The house was all well and good but it was dreary and too dark for anyone's tastes apart from those dark fucks who reveled in it. However, he was in no mood to waste any time, effort, or money to fix something he had little to no interest in.
Alas, the fact remained that he needed a place of his own – one that was befitting of his station and would satisfy him, and he knew it wouldn't come cheap. Money was something he wanted to have in abundance, and he knew there was one way to get it done in a short time. It was time to use his future knowledge, or rather, abuse it.
If the Malfoys could do it with such skillful expertise over the decades, he could as well. He only hoped that the muggle counterparts here were the same as they were in his previous world.
Mere minutes later, he emerged out of the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron and did not miss how subdued the atmosphere was. The news of Voldemort's existence had cast a shadow of terror over the Wizarding World already and its signs were to be seen everywhere.
Tom the innkeeper was nowhere to be seen. Instead, some other lad occupied the till. Nodding at the young man, a disguised Harry made his way out of the muggle exit.
His task was not difficult. All he needed was a newspaper and he had all the information he needed. The year was 1996 and he had all the knowledge of the events that had happened in the muggle stock market during those years. A bit of smooth-talking followed and he had a portfolio set up with one of the leading investment firms. It helped that Gringotts provided a facility to set up a muggle bank account and although he felt he should have taken care of it earlier, he could get it done anytime.
His stock selection had been done even before he arrived here and all he needed was to confirm it. To his elation, he found no differences in the corporates of the two worlds and everything he read about them pointed to the same. He grinned to himself at the realization that he had the perfect path to being a multibillionaire within a few years.
His task at Gringotts took a little over an hour and by the time he stood on the staircase outside the massive marble structure, he had set up a muggle bank account, a constant fund conversion and transfer mechanism from the Potter vault, contracted an accountant to manage his taxes on the muggle side, and much more.
He could've easily gotten around to arranging some nice fortune for himself but he wanted to avoid risk as much as he could. Embezzling funds or abusing magic by manipulating the muggles would unfortunately attract unnecessary attention of the wrong kind and as much as he knew he was capable of dealing with it all, he'd rather avoid it. His method was easy, and guaranteed, and did not need anything else from him. A few hours of work and he was now set to amass a massive fortune.
Harry smiled as he surveyed Diagon Alley from his vantage point. It was sunny today and despite the dismal atmosphere permeating his surroundings, he could not find it within himself to be anything but jolly.
His plans were coming along nicely. He had arranged a fortune for himself already. The next step was power and lots of it. Fortunately, he had figured out a way to garner as much power as he wanted, and it came with untold amounts of pleasure for both him and those who were involved. What remained was to amass an army of women who'd do his bidding.
He had already seen how happy those who were involved with him were. He did not know what magic was at play there, and nor did he care. If it brought him closer to his goal then who was he to object when they derived as much pleasure from him in return? It was only fair.
He thought about the Greengrass women including Tracey, and Nym. They were the perfect examples of women who had found untold amounts of happiness after being with him, just as he had.
His mind was filled with the thoughts of women and he paused as he spotted a certain someone making her way down the alley. There were not many people, and yet the crowd she had with her made more than half of everyone present.
It was none other than Susan Bones, clad in a conservating witches' robe emblazoned with a golden trim at the center. Those robes looked a bit tighter around her busty frame, straining to contain her more-than-sizeable breasts.
Contrary to the redhead, her companion had gone with a more modern outfit. Her blue sundress was held up by thin straps over her shoulders, showcasing a tantalizing display of her wondrous cleavage. It came down to just above her knees, flouncing as she walked, displaying her creamy thighs while threatening to show even more. Harry was surprised to observe that the Abbott heiress was now rivaling her best friend when it came to assets but the development was in no way unwelcome.
The two girls had a reputation. They had been friends since before they had come to Hogwarts and had remained close even thereafter. There were no names attached to them, ever. They had skipped the Yule Ball, even though Susan was the niece of the Director of the DMLE, and even though they were considered among the sexiest and bustiest beauties to reside inside Hogwarts' walls, they had never been seen on the arm of anyone of the opposite sex.
There had been rumors of their sexual preferences – rumors that had not been helped at all by their reticence to dating or their mutual closeness, but Harry knew better. One look at them and one could tell they were nothing more than the closest of friends and even if there was a spark of attraction between the two, it had not been acted upon.
He was not surprised to see a contingent of aurors surrounding the two girls as they walked. Amelia Bones was the interim minister, with many touting for her to assume the permanent position once the votes were cast. It was surprising in itself for the Bones heiress to show herself in public considering the climate their nation was in, but it made sense for her and her companion to be escorted by professionals.
He recalled his memories of the two girls and the interactions they'd had over the years. Susan had always been more reserved of the two but both the girls had been nothing but courteous to him whenever they had talked. Even during the Chamber of Secrets fiasco, they had argued against their housemates that he'd not been trying to attack Finch-Fletchley with the snake Malfoy had conjured. He also remembered how they had refused to wear those pathetic badges in their fourth year even when the entire Hufflepuff house had a crusade against him. The two girls were the only 'Puffs in the beginning to join the DA and he knew their work ethic would have made even Helga proud.
Peer pressure was not something they gave in, choosing to stay true to their beliefs and making their own decisions instead, and it was one of the traits he admired beyond all superficial beauty and sexual appeal women possessed. It was what had attracted him to most of the women he found himself involved with now, although it was perhaps his fortune that they were utterly sexy as well.
He did not miss how the aurors spotted him from paces away and how their stances firmed at his approach. He also did not miss the widening of their eyes as they recognized him, relaxing a bit as they did, and he gave a thin smile to the two girls who were the last to spot him.
"Harry?" Susan asked in surprise and Harry hid a smirk as both the girls gave him a once-over. He had indeed changed a lot since they'd last seen each other.
"Susan, Hannah," he greeted politely, not missing how one of the aurors started whispering into something he was carrying. "Quite an entourage you've got escorting you."
"Auntie's orders," the redhead replied. "Necessary as well, considering… well, you'll know better than anyone else…"
Harry sighed, nodding.
"I most definitely do," he replied. "I'm surprised to see you out here though. But then, it must get stuffy inside the house for days on end."
"That's what I thought as well," Hannah smiled. "It took quite a lot of effort for her aunt to allow us to get our shopping done today. She had already gotten most of the things pre-ordered for both of us."
"So you came over to have a bit of time outside and take care of what's left," Harry nodded.
"What're you doing here?" She asked as they resumed walking and Harry saw them leading the way to Twilfitt.
"Had some business at Gringotts. Nothing much," he shrugged.
They entered the shop and Harry watched them move over to the counter where the attendant handed a few packages over. One of the aurors shrunk and put them away. The girls joined him in no time.
"All we needed to do was pick it up. Auntie's an overkill sometimes," Susan muttered.
"Just doing her best with you, I'm sure," Harry replied, not forgetting to add a hint of wistfulness to his tone. The girls did not miss it either and he hid a smirk when he saw their eyes widen slightly. As one their hands came to squeeze both his shoulders supportively.
Harry nodded in understanding, turning his face to the side to hide a chuckle that he knew would've come out if he continued watching their faces at the moment. However, it had the added advantage of making them think that he was hiding his sorrow and Harry was surprised when they took a hand each and led him out of the store.
"Come. Let's grab some ice cream from Mr. Fortesque," Hannah said brightly, trying to lift the mood. Harry gave her a small smile and allowed them to lead the way again, mentally patting himself on the back for a job well done.
They were good and compassionate girls. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on the perspective, he knew that.
As they got their orders and took their seats at one of the many empty tables, their talks did not take long to swerve to less-than-pleasant topics.
"We knew you didn't do it," Susan said passionately. "We tried to tell everyone as well, but barely anyone believed."
"At least in the beginning," Hannah added. "Remember what Smith said, Sue? After he said he'd like to join the DA too?"
Susan shook her head disappointedly.
"If only they all tried to use their heads for once instead of believing in whatever bullshit Fudge and his toady were trying to print in the Prophet," she muttered.
"They're called sheep for a reason, Sue," Hannah replied scornfully. "It's always been like that."
Harry merely watched them in amusement – something they did not miss for long. Furious blushes rose to their cheeks as they averted their eyes, pointedly eating their respective ice-creams.
"Thank you for your support over the years. It really means more than I can admit," he said sincerely. Their eyes softened and they nodded.
"We only did what was right, Harry. You never deserved any of that."
Hannah nodded in agreement.
"I really hope they'll open their eyes now and see the truth for once," she smiled. "But even if they don't, know that you have two allies in Hufflepuff who know you're in the right."
Harry smiled, touched.
"Thank you."
As they finished, Harry spotted the auror from before listening intently to the same object from before, nodding at times, and he mentally prepared himself for whatever might be coming. He continued to eye him up as he came closer, breaching past the perimeter the aurors had established around them.
"Yes, Auror?" Susan asked curiously when the auror came to a stop in front of the table. Harry cocked an eyebrow when he turned to him.
"Mr. Potter, I have a message from Madam Bones," he said, and Harry relaxed slightly, although he was no less alert.
"A message for me?"
"She has requested your presence in Bones Manor at your convenience, although she has also requested you to come back with Miss Bones and Miss Abbott today if possible," the auror informed.
"Is there any particular reason?" He asked, not minding the invitation in any manner. However, appearances had to be kept up.
"Not that I've been informed," the auror replied. "She said she wishes to discuss a few matters of importance with you. That is all."
"Maybe it's about what happened in the ministry when those Death Eaters attacked," Susan whispered close to him.
Harry glanced at her and nodded.
Turning back to the auror, he smiled. "I've got no problem with a meeting today. I'll join you guys. I hope you won't mind?"
Susan and Hannah exchanged an amused look before they shook their heads as one. Harry grinned and turned back to the auror once again.
"All right then."
The auror nodded, turned around, and walked out of the perimeter, whispering into the object as he did.
"Looks like I'll be keeping you two beauties company for a little longer," he said teasingly as he stood up, helping them to their feet together.
They giggled and as one, took his hands again. With two busty bombshells on either side, Harry let them lead him around as they went about finishing their business in Diagon Alley while he enjoyed their lovely company and prepared for the meeting with the interim minister who could well become permanent within a few weeks.
He had been planning to send a letter, asking for a meeting with the woman but it seemed she had decided to help him out. He was in no way complaining. He had his plans made up and his sights set on his targets, and one of them had opened the doors to her abode herself.
All that remained was to establish himself as an ally, and the rest would soon follow.
As he enjoyed the feeling of their curves pressing against his sides with every step, he smiled. He could hardly wait to take this even further.
To be continued…
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