HP (Harry Potter) Requests

The morning dew glistened on the petals of the roses in the backyard, as if they were painted by an invisible artist with a brush dipped in liquid silver. The garden was quiet, save for the distant sound of a magpie's call, echoing through the misty air. The cobblestone path that led to the back door of the house looked as if it had been untouched since the dawn of time, the moss growing over the cracks whispering secrets that only the ancient stones could understand.

In the cozy kitchen, a woman with fiery red hair was busy preparing breakfast. She was humming an old tune, one that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the house. Her eyes, a piercing shade of green, flicked towards the calendar that hung crookedly on the wall. It was the day Harry would be leaving for Hogwarts, and she felt a mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling within her. This was a day she had been planning for, a day she had been waiting for, and yet she couldn't shake the feeling that she had forgotten something crucial.

"Lily, you're up early," a gruff voice called from the hallway, interrupting her thoughts. Lily turned to see Sirius, her partner, stumble into the room. His unruly black hair was a stark contrast to her own, and his eyes, though tired, held a mischievous twinkle. He had always been the one to lighten the mood, even during the darkest of times.

"Can't believe it's time for him to go," Lily said, her voice carrying a hint of sadness. She placed a plate of toast and eggs in front of him. "We need to make sure he's ready."

Sirius took a bite of his breakfast, his thoughts momentarily distracted by the delicious flavor. He swallowed and nodded in agreement. "Ready for what?"

Lily leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "For the truth about our world, the one they don't tell you in children's books. For the things that he'll face at Hogwarts."

Her words hung in the air, the silence between them filled with a tension that was palpable. The clinking of their forks against the plates was the only sound in the room, each bite they took a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of the task ahead.

"We'll tell him everything," Sirius said firmly, his voice a low rumble that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. "He needs to know what he's getting into."

Lily nodded, her eyes steely with determination. "But not everything," she corrected. "Some things are better learned... through experience."

The day passed by in a blur of last-minute preparations. They took Harry to Diagon Alley to get his school supplies, the bustling streets a cacophony of strange sounds and smells that assaulted his young senses. He was wide-eyed and curious, his small hand tightly gripping Lily's as they navigated the crowded alleys. Sirius trailed behind them, his eyes scanning the crowd with a protective gaze that was more than just a precaution.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the cobblestones, they returned home. Lily sent Harry upstairs to get ready for bed early, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. When he was out of earshot, she turned to Sirius, her expression serious. "It's time," she said.

Sirius nodded, his features hardening into a mask of resolve. They had discussed this before, the need to prepare Harry for the realities of the world they lived in. A world where the line between good and evil was often blurred, and where power could be wielded in the most intimate of ways.

They waited until they heard Harry's soft snores drifting from his room before they began. Lily's heart was racing as she conjured a set of silk ropes, each one as soft as a whispered promise. She knew what she was about to do was necessary, but it didn't make it any easier. She climbed the stairs, the ropes trailing behind her like the tail of a dark comet.

Entering Harry's room, she found him curled up under the covers, his face a picture of innocence. With a gentle touch, she laid the ropes over his body, binding his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. His eyes fluttered open, confusion and fear dancing in their emerald depths.

"Mum?" he whimpered.

Lily leaned in, her voice soft but firm. "This is for your own good," she murmured, her hand caressing his cheek. "You need to understand."

With a flick of her wand, she transformed the ropes into steel, the cold, unyielding grip of reality sinking into Harry's flesh. He struggled against them, his cries muffled by the pillow she had placed over his mouth.

Sirius, now in his animal form, padded into the room. His fur was a deep, inky black, and his eyes glowed with an otherworldly light. He approached the bed, his massive form casting a shadow over the trembling boy. Lily watched as he shifted, his body contorting and changing until he stood upright, his cock thick and erect.

Without a word, she climbed onto the bed, straddling Harry's face. Her cock, thick and hard, was mere inches from his mouth. "Open," she whispered, her voice a seductive command. Harry's eyes widened in terror as he felt the warmth of her length pressing against his lips.

Sirius took his place at the foot of the bed, his own cock poised at Harry's virgin hole. He looked to Lily for the signal, his gaze full of love and trust.

And with a deep breath, they began.

Lily's cock pushed into Harry's mouth, the sensation overwhelming and foreign to the young boy. He tried to scream, to fight back, but the pillow smothered his voice. His eyes watered as he felt her thick member fill his throat, her grip on his hair tightening. She began to move, setting a rough rhythm that made his eyes bulge and his breath hitch.

At the same time, Sirius, in his dog form, positioned himself behind Harry. His own cock, equally thick and demanding, nudged at the boy's entrance. Harry's body tensed, his mind racing with fear and confusion. But Lily's gentle stroking of his cheek and the soothing whispers of reassurance calmed him, if only a little.

Sirius pushed in, the tip of his cock breaching Harry's tight barrier. Harry's eyes widened in pain, his mouth stretched around Lily's shaft. Lily paused, giving Harry a moment to adjust, her eyes never leaving his. She saw the terror in them, but she also saw something else—a flicker of curiosity, of something primal and unspoken.

They moved in unison, Lily's strokes into Harry's mouth matching Sirius's thrusts into his body. Harry's cries were muffled, but Lily could feel the vibrations of his sobs in her cock. She knew it was cruel, but she also knew it was necessary. He had to learn the power dynamics of their world, the way things really were.

The pain grew, a searing fire in Harry's ass, but so did the strange sensation of fullness, of being claimed by two beings he had always trusted implicitly. His body began to respond, his cock growing hard despite his fear.

Lily felt a warm wetness spread around Sirius's cock, a sign that Harry's body was accepting him. She leaned down, her breath hot against Harry's ear. "Relax, Harry," she murmured. "Let us show you the power we hold."

As they continued, Harry's struggles grew weaker, his body giving in to the relentless invasion. His cries turned to whimpers, his eyes glazed over with a mix of pain and something... else. Something that neither of them could quite put a name to.

Sirius's hips slapped against Harry's thighs, the sound echoing through the quiet room. Lily's movements grew more erratic as she neared her climax, her own moans mingling with Harry's muffled noises.

And then, it was over. Harry lay there, his body trembling, his eyes wide with shock. Lily and Sirius pulled away, their own breaths ragged and their bodies glistening with sweat. They looked down at the boy, his face flushed and his body marked by their passion.

They had claimed him, in every way possible. It was the first lesson in a series of many that would shape Harry into the wizard he was destined to become. A wizard who would navigate the treacherous waters of the magical world, who would know the true taste of power and desire.

As they untied Harry, they exchanged a look, a silent promise to always be there for him, to guide him through the darkness that lay ahead. They knew that this was only the beginning of his journey, but they were determined to prepare him for what was to come.

And in that moment, as the ropes fell away, Harry realized that he wasn't just the Boy Who Lived. He was theirs, in every sense of the word. Their pupil, their protege, their lover. The three of them, bound by a love that was as fierce as it was unorthodox, ready to conquer Hogwarts and the world beyond its walls.