Three Times Three
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Chap. 9: Three Times Three
"That was entirely unfair, Lilith," Harry chuckled as he led the way for Fleur into his bedroom, holding the door like a gentleman for her. "You know we can't App- ah... huh. Unexpected... not unwelcome."
"What do you- merci," Fleur followed up a moment later. He was honestly surprised he'd noticed the Succubus' position first, since the gorgeous witch had been the first into the bedroom, but since Fleur had been giving him bedroom eyes as she stepped through the door, it wasn't hard to imagine why.
What had her so flabbergasted was rather obvious, once one looked. The pair of them had taken a quick stop on the second floor to use the facilities and say good night to Pansy and Hermione, who was currently sharing a room with Romilda mostly to have some company while her parents enjoyed the relatively palatial experience of residence at Harry's house by shagging each other silly. That, in turn, had given Lilith about ten minutes to arrange herself in what would be considered by most a risky, if exciting, position.
Spread eagle on Harry's bed, the Succubus was stretched out with her arms and wrists tied to the four tall posts. Unlike the beds at Hogwarts, Harry's bed at home was only posts, with no canopy, though it had a low foot board and a headboard that stored, or had space to store, perhaps fifty books. But Lilith was not herself, her usual petite form, her true Succubus form, or even Ron's.
She was Lilian Vergot, the same form she'd worn most of the day, and one that Harry suddenly found himself having missed seeing this way: Stark naked, and clearly ready for sex.
Well, mostly naked, he amended. Once again, she wore a collar: this time her black one, and a set of black and pink cat ears that were no mere head ornament, but grown from her head, while a similar tail, sleek and about two fingers thick, stretched out between her legs as well, twitching occasionally on the bedspread. "Master," Lilian purred, shifting occasionally on the bed, "I've been waiting for almost two minutes... please, come shag me!"
"Mm... no, I don't think I will just yet," Harry chuckled as she shut the door, this time locking it. Hermione would be able to open it as he'd simply used the key, but he doubted Mr. or Mrs. Granger, or Romilda, or even Pansy, were as talented with unlocking charms as his first real love. When Lilian whimpered, squirming on the bed again as he turned, he put his hands on Fleur's shoulders from behind.
For the first time, he truly noticed: he was taller than her, now. Not by much, a quarter inch or so, but it was something. "I think I'm going to enjoy this blonde beauty's company first, while you watch, helpless. Doesn't that sound fun, Fleur?"
"Oi," she giggled, "Zhat sounds spectacular, 'Arry. Let the 'arlot squirm a leetle longai- longer. I could use a good pounding."
"Then give us a show," Harry urged, stepping around the tall witch, trailing a hand along her rear, her waist, and then up between her firm, almost supernaturally perky breasts, her slender neck, and then to Fleur's lips, where he pushed one knuckle of his pointer finger inside.
Fleur suckled eagerly, her eyes drifting closed for a moment, "Mm... 'Arry," she moaned around his digit, "I would wish it were your cockerel," as he withdrew it, moist, and grinned. This time she didn't bother correcting her English, since Harry chuckled, remembering the last time she'd called it that. "Perhaps later," he told her. "For now... I'm going to sit on the bed with Lilian, and you're going to dance for us while you remove those clothes of yours. Dance beautifully."
"Yes, 'Arry," she whispered, cheeks pinking unusually. "I am not used to dancing for people in... in zhe way you mean, but I can, at least, dance."
Harry removed his clothing quickly with a Switching spell, then Banished them to the perpetually-emptied hamper (after only a few days in the manor, he assumed either Winky or Dobby took care of them, because it seemed the moment the hamper closed, the clothes within vanished), then sat on the bed, put his hand on one of Lilian's bountiful tits, and turned his eyes toward Fleur.
Fleur, stunning, gorgeous, graceful Fleur, a voluptuous yet slender blonde who spoke eloquently in both English and French (for he knew her accent, at this point, was mostly for his benefit), who was already swaying her hips to some melody only she could hear. Only, as her long, slender wand was withdrawn from its place at her hip, he began to hear it, too. She waved as if she were a conductor, but with each flourish, every few measures, another instrument joined the unseen musicians until it seemed an entire orchestra was playing softly in his bedroom.
"Lovely," Harry murmured, giving Lilian's tit a squeeze as Fleur's holster and wand were set carefully on his night-stand, on his own side next to his. Then she returned to the open space at the center of the room, closed her eyes for a moment as her head began to bob with the music. Finally, Fleur began to dance.
Sensually, her fingers and hands seemed to move of their own like butterflies, working this way and that almost at random while her arms wove serpentine patterns through the air, this way and that, up, down, around her head as she twirled slowly. With every fifth or sixth movement, one snap or ribbon or buckle came undone, and slowly, her day wear robes became more loose, falling from one shoulder and revealing a deep amount of cleavage that made both Harry and Lilith drool for a moment.
After several minutes, Fleur stepped up her game and the slow, almost waltz-like tempo of the music changed to something Harry could only describe as audible snogging. Not the sounds of it, nothing so crude, but as if someone had distilled the emotion of kissing, or even making love, down into a liquid form and then converted that into sound waves.
"Tango, I'm impressed," Lilian murmured, almost moaned, as she continued to writhe sensually on the bed. Her movements were somewhat following the music as well, but Harry had to give the win for grace to Fleur herself. The strip-tease was a bit slow for his liking, but he still watched, entranced, his hand barely moving on Lilian's body as he watched Fleur move.
Her hips never stopped, swaying left and right, forward and back as if she were riding him, or in ovals and circles of perfect symmetry. Her eyes only left his when she twirled or spun, or occasionally bent forward, letting her breasts sway within the cloth, or leaned back, arching herself like a bow. All the while, her feet, bare now in a moment he had not noticed, slithered across the plush carpet of his bedroom.
Then the top fell, first the left and then right, from her shoulders. Her robes caught on her elbows, but only for a few moments, displaying just her left breast in all its perfection for mere seconds before the other fell too, and they hung around her waist.
Fleur turned once more, this time leaning forward slightly to push her gorgeous, tight rear towards the two watching from the bed, and as her hands were turned, the belt came undone. Another turn, and the robes fell to the floor, revealing only periwinkle blue lace in a tiny triangle that did not even cover the witch's slit fully, but seemed to bunch and gather around the hood of her clitoris, which was distended.
As Harry tore his eyes away from Fleur's incomparable figure after several long minutes, he found her blue eyes smoky with lust. "'Arry... I have danced for you. I have taken off my clothes like ze stripper for you, zho I 'ope more beautifully. May we please shag now? I need a cock so badly in me... I am hungry for it, hungry for you."
Harry grinned, but looked down at Lilian, then pinched her nipple, which made her jump as he had barely done more than cup her before. "What do you think, dearest? Should I give her my dick...? Or should we tease her a bit more?"
"Hm... I don't know," Lilian purred, lifting her head to look down her body at the other woman more closely, "She has done as you asked... but teasing her is always so fun! She gets so desperate for you, Master, almost like me if I haven't fed in several days. Both have their up and down sides... But I think she can take a bit more teasing."
Fleur whined, childlike, but Harry grinned as he looked back up at her. "My Pet makes a good point. You're hungry, though, no doubt about that... I can see the dew running down from between your legs, dear one. Hm... a compromise, then. You can have a cock... but not mine. Lilian? Grow one for me, won't you? Let's say... like mine, but not quite mine."
"Oh, gladly, Master," the buxom blonde replied, and both he and Fleur watched in fascination as, from just above her slit, an eleven-inch rod grew, swelling, turgid, purple, throbbing. "Hmmm... it's already so hard, Master... I must be really turned on. Fleur's awfully pretty though, so it makes sense."
"Indeed," Harry agreed, looking away from the Succubus to grin up at Fleur once more, who was practically salivating herself at one of her fetishes offered freely yet again.
"You are too kind," she whispered, "I do not feel as if I deserve you, 'Arry, but... I will not refuse zhis gift."
"Please don't," he chuckled, "I want to watch you suck her dry, Fleur... then you can ride her. Remember the kitchen a couple days ago? I think this time we'll double-team you again. But first, your mouth. On her, then both of us."
"Gladly, 'Arry," she whispered, and stepped forward to climb on her knees between Lilian's curvy legs. She did not hesitate a moment at what was, mostly, a woman's form. Instead, Fleur placed her hands on the inside of Lilian's thighs and leaned down, brushing her tits against the bedspread, and started placing a few dozen feather-light kisses up each side of her thighs. Left, right, inexorably inward, until her cheeks were brushing Lilian's labia with the final pair... but she didn't move in.
Rather, the taller, more slender woman (though curvy in her own right, for sure) exhaled a long, moist breath against Lilian's shaved, dusky brown pussy, then looked up past the shaft staring her in the face, "I can tease too, you know." Then she stood up tall, and wrapped her long fingers around Lilian's futa cock instead.
The Succubus moaned, "Fleur... Master, she's so good even just with her hands, just starting!"
"I can tell," he replied softly, "My dick's just aching to have her hands on it, too. I'm a bit jealous, Pet... she gives a damned good handjob."
"Zhank you," Fleur smiled down at them both, her hands twisting and pumping with alternating strokes, fast on top or slow on bottom, switching every time the slower one passed three or four. She continued like that for several minutes, until even Lilith's control was frayed and falling apart.
"Soon," the Succubus whimpered, "I'm go- gonna cum soon for you, Fleur."
"Non, not yet, my petite cherie," Fleur teased her, "I will taste you before that." Then, almost as if just to be cruel, she let go of the dick completely. Still turgid, more than ever, visibly bouncing with every beat of Lilian's heart, it stood almost straight to the ceiling, angled back just slightly toward the woman's head.
Free of their stroking, Fleur put her hands to other use. One reached down and spread Lilian's dusky petals, while the other wasted no time in flipping palm-up, and pushing the largest central fingers inside.
Lilian gasped and moaned, which was interrupted by Harry leaning down and kissing her from the side, while his hand on her nipple gave it another squeeze and twist, then switched sides. "You like that, don't you? She works a pussy pretty good, too."
"Morrigan, yes," Lilian moaned, "it's amazing! Your touch drives me wild, Fleur... please, let me cum! No more teasing!"
Fleur only grinned, stroked twice more, then removed her hands as Lilian trembled uncontrollably. One finger, she licked clean, then the other was offered to Harry as she leaned over Fleur, pressing her futa dick between the half-Veela's chest, "I think not, Lilian... I think I will enjoy teasing you just a bit more. 'Arry enjoys a paizuri... will you?"
Lilian's eyes flashed violet for a moment, as the Succubus' control over her own form slipped just a little in excited surprised, "Y- You know I will! Do it, then! Get me off with those lovely boobs, Fleur. I'll take that any day!"
"Zhen I suppose today is your... lucky one," Fleur crooned softly, then lowered herself further. Harry watched in intense arousal as the massive dick was half-swallowed by the part-Veela's prodigious chest. She wasted no time in lifting or lowering her body along the length of it, either, but kept her gaze locked on Harry, rather than Lilian's, as she pleasure the Succubus. Her hands pressed her chest tighter together after a few strokes, so just a few inches of the futanari version of his dick was visible, prodding at the woman's chin as she hit the bottom of her stroke.
"That's sexy as fuck," Harry exhaled, then stood up on his knees. "But I want some now, too. Suck it, Fleur."
"Zhank you," she purred, then opened her mouth, allowing him entrance.
Harry groaned in relief. In reality, it had been just a few minutes since their current tryst had started, perhaps ten at most. But he hadn't orgasmed since breakfast, and it felt like an eternity. He wasn't going to explode any time soon, but holding himself back suddenly felt like a mistake. Just being engulfed by the warm wetness of Fleur's mouth brought a level of relief he had not expected, and Harry threw back his head in pleasure as he started blowing him.
"That takes talent," Lilian sighed, looking up at both of them while Fleur stroked her with her chest, "doing a blowjob and a titjob at the same time, in the same motion, and good for both? Damn, Fleur... I'll admit, even I might have a hard time doing that. Fuck... and it feels so good."
She let Harry go for only a moment to look down at Lilian, "Zhen release yourself. Cum all over me... cum on my teets, my face, my chin, in my hair... and then lick it up, you leetle 'arlot. I know you cannot consume your own vitae like zhat, but you can still lick it up like a good girl..."
"Oh, Morrigan," Lilian repeated, and started convulsing as an orgasm hit her, apparently unexpectedly. The pleasure and relief that washed across their bond spurred Harry's on, but he didn't climax whenever Lilith did, even still. Lilian's pussy squirted a tiny bit of juice that Harry heard rather than saw as it splattered against Fleur's abdomen and the bedspread, though it was mostly untouched. Her cock, however, jettisoned thick, white semen with enough force that the first blast knocked Fleur's head back a few degrees as it hit her chin.
Through the entire orgasm, while Lilian groaned with ecstasy, Fleur laughed and laughed, and kept humping her body up and down while doing her best to throat Harry's dick, too.
Finally, he let go just as Lilian was winding down, spurring a second, much weaker but no less intense, orgasm that drenched both women, mixing with the first. Fleur took as much as she could, swallowing gamely, but a tiny bit leaked out to dribble down her chin.
Awash with passion, Harry didn't hesitate, once his first climax had passed, Harry slipped his still-hard cock from Fleur's too-hungry mouth, then turned part way and used a hand to scoop up a palm-full of Lilith's semen to let the voracious woman drink. Despite her own words, Fleur drank eagerly as he tipped the viscous fluid into her mouth. That, she drank eagerly too, before throwing herself down atop Lilith and kissing her fervently.
Harry watched them with his right hand on Fleur's back, stroking up and down the toned, flawless skin there, occasionally scooping down to cup her rump. His other stayed between the two women, gathering as much semen as he could and feeding it to Lilian, who gobbled it down as eagerly in this form as she did in any other, but slurping noisily, greedily, unable to simply siphon it up with magic. Briefly, he contemplated how it was strange that, mixed with his own, she could, but not by itself or even mixed with others'. Was it a property of their Contract, or the Bond itself, that allowed it?
Harry didn't really know, and wasn't all that invested in the moment in figuring it out. Far more interesting were the beauties snogging on his bed. The touch of that much cum was still just a little disconcerting, even with all he'd done in the last year and nearly a half, but his earlier rational that this was Lilith's semen, her bodily fluids, took away much of the disgust he might have felt if it was, say, Ron's, or even someone he was less close to.
He let the women kiss, their bodies writhing together, sticky with sweat but mostly cum, for several minutes while he reveled in the strange, almost dichotomic feeling of being both sexually sated and frustrated at the same time. Eventually, though, he wanted more, and threw a leg over the two women's to settle himself between them. Then he focused his attention, swelling his lung capacity, his heart, and very importantly, his dick.
Within a few minutes, he was truly gigantic, more than a foot and a half long, six inches thick, and, he hoped, more than enough to even make Lilith scream in the best of ways.
To tease her, he reached down to slide the fist-sized head of his dick up and down Fleur's sodden, dripping lips, then angled lower. He didn't need to see to aim there, his monstrous cock sought out its home with unerring precision. Harry sheathed his newly-enlarged member half-way inside Lilian in an instant, and as he had hoped, she lurched, suddenly caught in ridiculous levels of pleasure and pain combined as her unprepared body accepted him anyway.
"Fuck, that's tight," Harry groaned, leaning down over Fleur to kiss the back of her shoulder, then her neck, and even her golden-tressed head while he allowed the Succubus to adjust, and tried to hold back from a too-quick climax of his own. "Too much, my love?"
"Never," Lilian whimpered, "Gods below, Master, it's so big! I love it! I love you! Hurt me, punish me with that monster cock!"
"Gladly," he whispered, then reached around to grab one of Fleur's tits and squeeze it tightly as he started to rut. Madly, furiously, he drove an entire foot of his arm-sized dick into the Succubus' eager, MILF-like body. Beneath Fleur, she bounced and rolled, their breasts rubbing and slapping together with the force his movements imparted to her, simple physics at work in the best of ways.
"Mon Dieu!" Fleur cried, again and again, as Harry's hips slapped against her arse, her pussy, but did not penetrate them. He groped her ferociously too, reaching all the way around for a while, then switched hands to the other side. He filled up Lilian's vaginal channel not once, but twice like that, in an unbroken chain of lust and pleasure that lasted a mere ten minutes, but seemed like hours.
He was... roughly half sated, he estimated, when he slipped out of the Succubus, and resumed something like his normal size, before sheathing himself in Fleur without moving. "How's that for a feeding, Lils?"
Beneath Fleur, the Succubus laughed almost hysterically, giddy with excitement and repeated orgasms of her own, more than double what Harry had already gone through since she still did when he climaxed. The half-Veela squealed, but did not quite scream as his only thirteen-inch, two-thick dick slid into her instead, still coated with his own cum and quite a lot of Lilian's, too. "You like that, don't you," he chuckled, and started moving in her without a break.
More leisurely, carefully, Harry was intent more on making love to Fleur than simply getting his (and her) rocks off, for while she was almost as much a creature of sex as Lilith herself, she was also part human, and he knew full well how much she craved being treated like one. So with Fleur, while he was not slow, Harry moved with less force, less speed, something more like a normal man might do... though his cock would definitely qualify him to act in whatever porno he... wanted...
Harry blinked.
Then he leaned over the women and said, "We're bringing porn- like muggle-style- to the wizarding world. Fuck... it's going to be brilliant. And I'm not materialistic, but we're going to be fucking rich. Now cum for me, Fleur... show me what it looks like when you cum in front of thousands of people."
It wasn't quite instantaneous, but he'd already been fucking her directly for a few minutes at that point, and she had been riding the razor's edge from his pounding of both women before that. Fleur climaxed less than ten seconds after he'd told her to, her body tight and then instantly tighter as her wrinkled vaginal walls tried to coax him deeper with ever more pleasure, until he unloaded within her again.
But she wasn't done, and neither was he.
He rolled off the two women, then pointed at himself, "Ride me, Fleur. Your pussy gets two shots of cum tonight, just like Lilian. And, well... you have always wanted to try her cock in your delectable little arse, haven't you? Up for another double-penetration?"
"For you two, always," Fleur gasped, and wasted no time in climbing over him.
Once she was sheathed, Lilian actually shifted back to her usual form for him, small, petite, barely that of a woman at all, rose-haired, and with the tiny wings, horns, and tail she had appeared with when he had first summoned her. Only then, standing tall and proud at just three and a half feet all on the bed, her cock grew and grew until it was like Harry's again, seeming even more Brobdingnagian than his previous one had been on her slight, waifish frame. "Alright, dears," she giggled, "You might want to lube me up with your mouth, Fleur..."
She didn't wait for the Succubus to object or agree before grabbing hold of her head, and using strength that seemed truly ridiculous on her small frame, held her in place while she shoved eight inches of the fifteen or so down Fleur's throat.
She only stroked a few times at least, for even the half-Veela's eyes were suddenly watering at the treatment, before she withdrew, gave a wave of delight to Harry, and stepped around Fleur's body. For a moment, she disappeared from view as he raised up to kiss Fleur, "Get ready, love... she's going to enjoy this, too."
"I cannot wait," Fleur sighed against his mouth, ignoring the tears in favor of the pleasure he was already bringing her, "Zho I did not need zhe lube... she would- Mein Gott!"
He chuckled as Fleur's body was suddenly wracked by another orgasm that had her eyes rolling back in her head. "German? Really?"
"Merci, je n'y peux ren! I cannot 'elp it, 'Arry! Fuck! Fuck me with your two huge cocks! I am a whore for you both! Use my slutty 'arlot 'oles! Fuck! Fuuuuck!"
They were gentle... at first. It was always fun double-teaming a woman, and Fleur was a more eager lover than most, happy to explore nearly any kink or fetish he wanted to try. But there was always something special about the other one being Lilith's, in whatever form she chose, and Harry reveled in the sensation of his sexpot maid-slash-girlfriend's pussy clenching, writhing, twisting and moving around both his own shaft and Lilith's in her rectum as both fucked her in alternating styles, slowly increasing their speed without even needing a mental word to plan it. They simply knew each other that well.
Over the course of an hour or more, this time, Fleur's body was shoved back and forth between them, and she was rocked with one orgasm after another, but both he and Lilith held back. They could have filled her to the brim and beyond, making her belly swell with their combined fluids, but this time it seemed unnecessary. Both were enjoying the simple in and out well enough, and Fleur was in heaven, being used by both Harry and a futa, as she had so often fantasized.
Finally, it was over, and both he and his Succubus lost control of themselves at the same moment, their pleasure multiplying and combining into one of the most powerful orgasms Harry had ever felt as he finally spilled his second load into Fleur, and the three of them collapsed into a sweaty, breathless heap.
It took less than five minutes for each of them, even Lilith, to fall asleep without bothering to cover themselves.
It took less than ten for Harry to begin dreaming of the future once more.