16 Celebrating an Achievement

It's a truly beautiful ceremony. Almost mundane in its simplicity though. Harry can't help but wonder what ceremonies like this looked like in times past, before the modern day had come upon them. They were probably a lot more ritualistic, and a lot more private. Or maybe they didn't happen at all. It was the advent of society and civilization itself that brought about events like this.

Of course, the powerful young wizard doesn't actually SAY any of that, as he sits with his wives and their children, watching as Tracey is officially recognized as a Potions Mistress by the Ministry of Magic. The Lady Potter is the center of attention by far, even when she's not up on stage, and Harry can tell from where he's seated that it's making her immensely uncomfortable, having so many eyes on her for so long.

Of course, the lion's share of most of the room's focus is actually on him, at least for some of the time. Harry is quite happy to be able to take some of the weight off of Tracey's shoulders, especially on a big day like this. Watching her receive her accreditation from the Ministry while the Potions Mistress who taught her watched on from the side was quite the entertaining event.

As soon as the graduation ceremony itself is over however, Harry takes his and Tracey's son from Daphne and makes his way through the crowd to the new Potions Mistress, even as his wives trail after him, sometimes in groups, sometimes alone. Gabrielle and Romilda take up the very back of course, making sure nothing happens and no one tries anything like the good little assistants that they are.

"Lady Potter."

His amused tone comes with a smile, as Tracey turns about to face him, a smile of her own on her face.

"Lord Potter-Black."

Harry chuckles, and Tracey giggles. Then, the Potions Mistress turns to their child in his arms, leaning in to make baby face and play with the young one's small hands, letting him grasp at her fingers. He would be Lord Potter one day, just as his half-brother, Daphne's son, would be Lord Black. They would grow up together as friends and comrades, closer than close… Harry would make sure of it.

"Tracey, seriously. Congratulations. All of your hard work has paid off in spades, and you've achieved your dream. I'm really proud of you."

Of course, by that point, the rest of the family has caught up, and is happy to throw out congratulations of their own. Tracey acknowledges a few, specifically Daphne's, but her eyes are only for Harry as she takes her son from his arms and smiles happily, tears watering up, but very clearly tears of joy.

"I… I couldn't have done it without all of your help. Thank you for sticking with me. Thank you for believing in me."

Then, she grabs Harry by the front of his jacket and pulls him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Their son watches with those wide innocent eyes, cooing and giggling at being sandwiched all cozy and warm between Mommy and Daddy. Meanwhile, there are a few catcalls and 'awws' from the peanut gallery, but Tracey doesn't much mind that. When she pulls back, she looks at Harry and Daphne besides him and smiles a little wider.

"Thank you, both of you, for being there for me. You… you've been my family when I've never really had one."

Harry's face turns a little solemn, and he nods in understanding. Tracey wasn't technically an orphan, but as a half-blood, she'd never known her muggle mother. Thus, there were rumors that her wizard father had raped a woman and then stolen her away, even if that wasn't necessarily true. Harry honestly didn't know what WAS true there, but ultimately, the rumors had destroyed any chance of Tracey having a happy relationship with her father, because he inevitably blamed her for 'ruining his life'.

Daphne had undoubtedly been a lifeline when she was just a young girl starting at Hogwarts, and without the Greengrass Heiress, Harry didn't know where Tracey would be today. He couldn't help but be grateful to Daphne for that as well, because he'd long since fallen in love with the first among his wives, even if they were Slytherins, hell, regardless of what House they came from. Such things seemed so trivial and pointless, the further removed from Hogwarts time became.

Reaching out, Harry takes Tracey by the free hand and gives it a squeeze, one that she returns with another happy smile. Then, together, they begin making their way around the room. While it would certainly be nice to be able to get away early, they did have appearances to maintain, as unfortunate as that was. The next hour is spent talking with the few others being recognized for their achievements in things like Potions, Transfiguration, and Charms. They also stopped to talk to the Potions Mistress that Tracey had apprenticed under in the first place.

Eventually though, they were able to slip away, begging off because of the children more than anything else. With the young ones starting to fall asleep, they had the perfect excuse to make their way home. Of course, Harry would probably have preferred that they just go home and spend some time celebrating Tracey's accomplishment amongst themselves. But his wives had other plans, and by the time they were leaving, all of the honorees and their families were coming with them.

After getting back home and putting the children to sleep, the adults left over got into the swing of things, and a sizable party broke out all across the manor. Hannah took charge of the kitchen and began to cook a big, celebratory dinner for everyone with the help of the House Elves, while everyone else entertained themselves with talk of the ever-changing world and the events in their lives.

When Tracey grabbed him by the hand and drew him away from one such conversation, Harry was more than happy to go with her of course. More than happy.

-x-X-x-

"Hey, have you seen Tracey or Harry anywhere around here?"

Daphne blinks at the question, before looking about for a moment with a frown. Eventually, she has to shake her head as she looks back to Susan.

"No, they're not here, as far as I can tell."

Susan frowns, and Daphne can tell that the red head is ready to go looking for them. But now that she knows they're missing, Daphne has a pretty good idea of why they're missing and where they might be. Before Susan can decide anything, the Lady Black reaches out and places a hand on the other witch's arm, smiling slightly.

"I'll go find them, alright? Let the others know, and you all can entertain our guests until Hannah's done cooking, or we get back. Whichever comes first."

Nodding along, Susan moves off and Daphne heads in the other direction, away from the moderately large party. She hums quietly as she begins to search through all the normal places. She and Tracey have been with Harry the longest, as it were… so really, it was only a matter of time before she located them. After searching through a few rooms, Daphne finally finds the pair in a hallway of all places, one that's out of the way and not likely to have any foot traffic, but still very public.

That said, she's not at all surprised to find Tracey on her knees, giving Harry a blowjob as the powerful wizard laces his fingers through her hair. Smirking lightly, Daphne walks up to the two of them, and while Harry notices her, Tracey doesn't, at least not until she speaks up from right behind the kneeling witch.

"If I had a galleon for every time, I've walked in on a scene just like this one, I'd be even richer than I already am."

Harry chuckles, while Tracey continues to bob up and down on his cock, one hand stroking the base of his prodigious member and the other cupping the balls. She does move the hand on his cock away to flip Daphne off for a moment though, but it's a good-natured middle finger, and they all know it. Daphne giggles, and doesn't let up, smirking easily, even as she teases her best friend.

"Honestly Tracey, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were addicted to our beloved Lord Husband's seed at this point. Oh wait, I don't know better, because you are!"

That doesn't stop Tracey at all, if anything she grows even more enthusiastic in sucking Harry's dick. Harry, meanwhile, has something to say about Daphne's teasing, reminding her that he's there and that his wit has always been sharp enough to have put him in Slytherin.

"You probably shouldn't talk, Daph. Is there really that much of a difference between being addicted to swallowing and being addicted to facials? And if there is… isn't a cum-drinking fetish a little less humiliating then a facial fetish?"

Daphne scoffs at that, but inwardly she has to admit that Harry had scored a point there. She has no real comeback. Amusingly enough, it's Tracey who ends up playing 'mediator', or at least the well-reasoned one, because she finally pulls off of Harry's cock at the wizard's words, looking back at Daphne with a bit of a messy smile.

"I can't help it, Daph. He tastes so good… and I can't stop drinking it down, any more than you can stop begging him to cum all over your pretty face."

Jeez, it feels a little like they're ganging up on her now. She can't deny it though. As Tracey goes back to blowing Harry with gusto, she IS reminded of why she was sent to find them in the first place though.

"Well… we do have guests you two, and some of them are waiting to talk to you. So…"

At Daphne's unfinished statement, Tracey responds by speeding up. It's not long before the Lady Potter is thoroughly deep-throating Harry's member, and it's a testament to just how good she is at sucking dick that she bobs up and down without a single hint of gagging or choking, swallowing his member again and again all the way down her esophagus without fail.

Seeing that Tracey has gotten the message and is trying to speed things along, Daphne decides to stay and watch, enjoying the show a bit more than she'd ever admit. Not that she'd touch herself or anything to the sight… well, maybe if they were in a private bedroom and not hosting guests, but now wasn't the time for such things. Biting her lower lip, Daphne tries to find something to talk about so she can take some of her focus off the sight in front of her. Oh! There is one thing!

"By the way, Tracey. The others and I were talking about it just the other day, and we've decided to back off and give you Harry for the next two days. Just you and him, no one else. You know, as a reward for all your hard work."

Harry chuckles good-naturedly at that.

"What am I? A toy to be passed around and- oh fuck, yessss~"

In that moment, Harry groans and begins to cum down Tracey's throat as the newly-minted Potions Mistress swallows every last drop, completely taking him down her gullet and drinking his seed. She also shakes and spasms and Daphne, who's known Tracey for a long time now, can tell that the other witch is orgasming as she drinks the delicious spunk that she's oh-so-addicted to.

Giggling at the two of them, Daphne gives Harry a smirk and a wink.

"Somehow, I don't think you're going to mind having a smoking hot witch and the mother of one of your children attached to your cock for the next two days, Harry."

Letting out a faux put-upon sigh as Tracey begins to clean him up for a moment, Harry rolls his eyes but smiles all the same.

"I suppose I likely won't."

And that's the end of that, for the time being. As Tracey pulls away with a small amount of cum dripping down her cheek from the corner of her mouth, Daphne just smiles and shakes her head while her best friend shakily stands up and moans throatily.

"Merlin, it was as good as ever."

Unable to help herself, and perhaps as payback for Tracey and Harry teaming up on her verbally just a bit ago, the Slytherin witch saunters right up to her friend and before Tracey can react, uses her thumb to swipe the come from the side of her mouth and swallows it down herself, sucking at her digit quite lewdly as Tracey gasps in slight outrage. Before she can say anything though, Daphne nods to both of them.

"Make yourselves presentable. If I don't see you back at the party in the next five minutes, I won't be as nice when I have to come find you again!~"

And then she whirls about and leaves, while the wizard and witch begin to do exactly that. They do indeed make it back to the party within the five minutes, Daphne makes sure of that. Hannah's feast of a dinner turns out to be a veritable explosion of flavors though, and Daphne finds herself getting distracted soon after. As the party continues on, Tracey and Harry disappear two more times throughout the night.

Daphne has done her duty, and other wives end up having to go and find them, which always results in them stumbling across Tracey indulging by giving Harry a blowjob. Eventually, the pair are corralled back to the actual party itself time and time again, and as far as they can tell, no one who is not part of the family knows exactly why Tracey and Harry keep disappearing.

That said, in the end its Harry who has to promise Tracey that he'll spend the next day doing whatever she wants, just to get the over-eager witch to actually say goodbye to their guests, rather than dragging him off again for yet another quick blowjob. Tracey immediately agrees of course, and even spends the rest of the party being an oh-so-gracious hostess with all the guests they have, until finally they leave.

The activities of the night after that are to be expected, and as Harry falls asleep with Tracey curled into his side, he can't help but smile. No matter what tomorrow brings… he's sure it'll be good fun, all around.

-x-X-x-

He's not at all disappointed either. The very next morning, Harry wakes up to a very familiar set of lips around the base of his cock as a tongue writhes along the underside of his pulsating member and a swallowing throat rhythmically massages his cockhead. Groaning, the wizard opens his eyes to see a noticeable lump underneath the covers as Tracey, because who else could it be, bobs up and down his shaft energetically.

He reaches out and places a hand atop her hidden head as he groans, but that seems to be exactly what she was waiting for, because the next thing Harry knows, the covers and the sheets have been thrown back and Tracey is coming off of his cock with a pop and a smile on her face.

"Good morning, handsome."

As she moves up his body to climb aboard his saliva-covered member and mount him, Harry chuckles and reaches out to grab hold of Tracey's hips, helping her slot herself in place and watching her face contort in pleasure as her moans fill the air from the pleasure of impaling herself on his member.

"Hello to you too, gorgeous."

Tracey's eyes are smoldering as she bounces up and down on his cock, riding him for all she's worth and making no secret of how much she's enjoying his cock. Moaning loudly, crying out joyfully… it's no wonder that there's soon a groan from their side as the bed's other occupant from the night before begins to wake up, and a French-accented voice floats up from beneath a pillow.

"MUST you be so loud?!"

Fleur Delacour pops her head up from under the pillow after a moment, and even with bed hair and absolutely no makeup, no nothing… she looks absolutely gorgeous. The joys of being a veela, Harry supposed. He chuckles at her frustrated, irritated, and altogether sleepy look, while Tracey just sticks her tongue out at the other woman, amusingly enough.

That gets Fleur's attention, and when she grabs the Potions Mistress by her hair and begins to drag her down, Harry has to move with them to keep himself properly lodged in Tracey's cunt, even as the witch in question yelps and squeals a little at the sudden shift in positions. Tracey ends up on her back, and Harry between her legs, still fucking her, even as Fleur crawls aboard and plants her own pussy lips right atop Tracey's face.

"If you've got the time to wake me up with that catcalling of yours, you have the time to put that tongue to better use~"

It seems that Tracey agrees with her, because it's not long before Fleur is moaning and undulating and gyrating across the other witch's face as Harry continues to fuck Tracey for all she's worth. The veela thoroughly enjoys the tonguing out she gets, and after Harry cums the first time and switches over to Fleur, she's happy to return the favor on her hands and knees between Tracey's legs this time, slurping his cum out of the witch's cunt as he fucks her from behind.

The rest of the morning continues in the same vein as the three of them fuck in every manner of combination, and in every hole. Tracey gets at least one load deposited down her throat, and then when the threesome eventually moves to the large master bath for a shower, she sneaks another one while they're all getting cleaned up and Fleur is washing Harry's back with her gorgeous tits.

After that of course is breakfast time… and that proves to be a new sort of fun all on its own.

-x-X-x-

As Harry sits down at the head of the massive dining table for breakfast with the rest of his wives, the family truly large by this point, Tracey's place is, as always, set right at his side. The food is even already on their plates, likely kept warm by heating charms given they're a little late to the meal thanks to Fleur's shenanigans.

Regardless, Tracey takes one look at her normal seat and her plate of food and then glances at the rest of the table… and smiles. She pulls her chair out from the table, but rather than sitting in it, she keeps pulling it. Then, she looks around at the rest of the room, all of whom are now staring at her with expressions ranging from slight confusion to knowing expectation.

Her nose up and her head held high, Tracey just grins.

"All of my meals for today… will come directly from my beloved husband."

And with that, she drops down to her knees and crawls under the massive oak table via the space she's made by pulling her chair out so far. Kneeling in front of the man in question, Tracey is pleased to find Harry's legs already spread apart. She licks her lips as she nestles up between them and leans forward to nuzzle at his crotch. At the same time, she unbuttons the blouse she just got done putting on, taking her top off but leaving her short skirt on.

Once that's done, her beautiful breasts bouncing freely in seclusion beneath the table, Tracey reaches out and quickly undoes Harry's pants, pulling his cock free of both them and his boxers in no time at all. Her mouth descends on his growing member, and the eager witch begins to give him the most enthusiastic, loudest, and sloppiest blowjob she possibly can.

It's a thing of glory, as is the satisfaction she's getting because of the secondary degradation fetish she has. She can hear them all above her, continuing to eat and talk about their day. They're not talking about her, not even Harry is. It's like… it's like she doesn't exist right now, so long as she's under the table anyways. The only real acknowledgement she gets is whenever she manages to get a groan or grunt from Harry by doing something particularly tasty to his cock.

So of course, Tracey ratchets those right up, working hard to provoke reactions from Harry while trying desperately to suck him dry. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Tracey, Harry was holding back his release, and having to constantly up his control to do so again and again while the other wives continued their breakfast conversations as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. The only one paying Tracey any outward mind beyond Harry was one Romilda Vane, who as an assistant, was not sitting at the table. Instead, she was standing off to the side, ready to assist if need be… in an exact position that gave her a view of Tracey from under the part of the table where she'd pulled her chair out.

The expression on Romilda's face could only be called jealousy, and Harry did make a note of it, knowing he might have to smack the girl down and remind her of her place if she got too out of control. But Tracey didn't know any of those, all she knew was that she wanted Harry to cum, and he just wasn't fucking cumming!

Eventually, she pulls back, popping off his cock and rubbing her face on his shaft instead. She leans in and begins to lick at his balls, feeling them pulsating with heat as she takes them into her mouth and sucks on them. Then, she returns to sucking his cock, beginning a process that goes around and around like a merry-go-round.

After a full half-hour of this, the entirety of breakfast, Harry can't hold back anymore. He warns Tracey by reaching out and gripping her hair tightly, squeezing to let her know he's close. In response, Tracey takes every last inch of him down her throat as Harry begins to cum, and she starts swallowing, drinking down every last drop of his seed.

She swallows most of it but pulls back to make sure she gets a mouthful with the last shot of his spunk. Only then does the beautiful topless witch crawl out from under the table and pull her chair back to the table, sitting down in it and crossing her legs while placing her hands primly in her lap as she waits, uncaring of the fact that her face and chest are covered in sweat and precum.

The breakfast ends with Tracey still swishing about her mouthful of cum, and as the other wives stop by to give Harry quick kisses, saying their goodbyes for the day, she remains where she is. Gabrielle pulls Romilda away as well, and the two assistants make their way to Harry's study to begin handling the paperwork that Harry will eventually have to look over.

Only once everyone is gone and it's just Tracey and Harry left in the dining room does the topless witch stand up, open her mouth, and show Harry the last sizable shot of his load. She makes a show of letting it roll around on her tongue for a moment, coating it in his taste… and then she swallows it in an exaggerated fashion before showing him her tongue and open mouth again, now clean. Licking her lips expressively, the horny witch bats her eyelashes at her husband.

"Thank you for the meal, Lord Husband. I look forward to the many more you'll be giving me today."

Harry chuckles, before lifting an eyebrow inquisitively.

"So? The day is yours, Tracey. What shall we do now?"

For a moment, the beautiful young witch ponders this question. Then, she has an idea. Still topless and messy, Tracey takes Harry's hand and pulls him up out of his chair. Then, with him willingly following along, she guides him to the new greenhouses that had been built for her. Harry had shown them to her the previous day, and Tracey had been beside herself with emotion at the time. Which was really just the nice way of saying she'd cried buckets at the thoughtful gift.

Harry had told her that they were all hers, to be used for any ingredients she wanted to keep close at hand for her potions. Now, with the whole day free for the two of them, Tracey has Harry show her around the two empty greenhouses. He does so happily, seeming genuinely pleased that he's able to do her for this, that he's able to help her follow her dreams in this way.

"We're starting up with some basic plants of course, but some of the more exotic ones will likely take a little longer. Anything you want, you feel free to order, alright? There's no limit on price for this kind of thing."

Tracey just smiles and pulls Harry around to look him in the eye and hold his hands in her own.

"Thank you, Harry. Thank you for everything you're doing for me, everything you've already done for me. Thank you."

Harry just shrugs his shoulders, smiling right back.

"You're my wife, Tracey. I'd do anything for you."

There's not much else a man could say to a woman to really get her engine revving, though Tracey isn't sure Harry even realizes that. Either way, she can tell he meant what he said, that it came from the heart… and that made it all the more arousing. Looking around at the empty greenhouse for a moment, Tracey eventually settles for drawing her wand and conjuring up a chair. Then, she walks over to it and uses the back of the chair to hold herself as she bends over right before Harry's eyes, flipping up her short skirt to reveal that besides it and her sandals, there's absolutely nothing else covering up a single inch of her body.

Harry stares at her lack of underwear and Tracey feels herself getting slicker and slicker under his gaze, even as she plays with her clit a little bit. Licking her lips, the naughty half-naked witch looks back over her shoulder at Harry, her own gaze undoubtedly smoky as she stares him dead in the eye.

"We'll need to break in the greenhouse of course, Harry. And what better seed to plant first, than my beloved Lord Husband's?"

Harry just chuckles and shakes his head, smiling rather fondly as he walks over to her, his cock still out from the morning enjoyment, and now growing thick and hard by the moment at the sight of Tracey presenting herself to him. He places his tip against her entrance, and grabs hold of Tracey's hips as she clings to the back of the conjured chair in anticipation.

Then, he's inside of her. Filling her cunt with his cockmeat, plunging his massive length deep inside of the quim that he's fucked so many times before, the pussy that's already birthed him one child. Tracey almost immediately cums from that first thrust, and she DOES cum on the second. Squealing, her legs trembling and shaking, the witch moans out her orgasm, even as Harry doesn't even slow down, beginning to pick up the pace just like that.

Unlike Harry, Tracey can't hold back the pleasure nearly as well as her Lord Husband. In the half the time that it took her to get him to cum at breakfast, a measly fifteen minutes, Harry draws at least ten orgasms from Tracey, possibly more. She can barely stand by the last one and realizing that he's basically the only thing besides the chair holding her up still, Harry pulls Tracey away from the chair, and walks her around it. He continues to fuck her as he does of course, each step a nice, deep thrust right into her womb that has the Potions Mistress moaning loudly and lewdly all over again.

Eventually though, they get around to the other side of the chair. Harry sits down in the conjured piece of furniture, and takes Tracey with him as he does so, leaving her half-sitting, half-standing as she grabs hold of the chair's arms for support, continuing to bounce herself up and down on his length, moaning and mewling pitifully all the while.

It's another fifteen or twenty minutes of mind-blowing orgasms on Tracey's part before Harry finally gives up another load. With his cock buried nice and deep in her womb, pushing past her cervix with every thrust, he fills Tracey directly, and they both know she just might get pregnant again from it, as his seed spills forth into her womb, his balls draining and his cum painting her insides white.

They stay like that for a time afterwards, with Harry sitting in the chair and Tracey sitting on him. She lays back against his chest, wiggling a bit atop his cock to get comfortable, before letting out a low sigh and just relaxing into him. Harry nuzzles her neck, basking in her presence and relaxing as well for the time being.

Eventually though, Tracey recovers enough that she can stand up and walk again. However, upon climbing off his cock, before he can stand up as well, Tracey is back on her knees in front of him and taking his half-hard length back into her mouth as she proceeds to give him head once more, bobbing up and down with a gusto that only the dedicated cock-sucker could possibly manage.

She continued this for several minutes, and this time, rather than hold back and really make her work for it, Harry lets his next release go without much fuss, ultimately filling her mouth with seed as she moans happily, her cheeks puffing outwards like that of a chipmunk in order to handle his load. Swallowing as much as she can, some still manages to escape Tracey's mouth and smears across her breasts. Not that the beautiful witch cares, standing up and looking down at him with a wide smile across her messy face.

The rest of her isn't much better at this point, jizz leaking down the inside of her inner thighs, and cum and precum across her breasts and now dripping onto her tummy. Grabbing Harry by the hand, the witch leads him out of the greenhouse and into the gardens, where they spend the next few hours having quite a lot of fun with one another.

In between Tracey stopping him time and time again to get another snack from his cock and bending over every piece of decoration that they find so he can fuck her silly and cum in her again, they spend quite a lot of time in the garden, well past midday, but not past sunset quite yet. As the sun is beginning its descent, that's when they finally make their way to the mansion, Tracey continuing to lead Harry along, the powerful young wizard somewhat amused by her insatiable appetite, his cock well and truly hard by this point, ready to fuck and be sucked at any given time.

They end up at the pool together, and Tracey finally takes off her cum-soaked skirt, throwing it to the side as she moves to lay down on one of the lounge chairs. Harry, having lost his pants somewhere out in the garden, joins her. Once he's comfortable, he calls for a House Elf to bring him food and drink, given its well past lunchtime by this point, and when Tracey perks up, he makes the silly mistake of asking her if she wants anything as well.

But no, it turns out that his reminder of 'lunch' has just made the girl think about swallowing his seed again, the addicted little witch. Letting out a huff, Tracey rolls her eyes at Harry and then positions herself so that she's laid out between his legs. As she licks his cock up and down and Harry watches with a raised brow, she looks up at him solemnly.

"I was serious Harry. You're providing ALL of my sustenance for the day."

It's Harry's turn to roll his eyes at his wife, but he's also smiling, even as she goes back to blowing him. The food and drink he requested arrive a few moments later, and Harry begins to eat even as Tracey works for her own meal, bobbing her head up and down his cock, stroking and playing with his balls. He holds back again this time, but only long enough to finish his meal, knowing that once she had another of his delicious loads in her gullet, she'd want to monopolize his time again in other ways.

He turns out to be right too. Once he's finished eating, Harry cums down Tracey's throat once more and she immediately pulls back after drinking his seed to look at him with ravenous lust in her eyes.

"Pin me down and TAKE me, Harry. Fuck me like a bitch."

Her words, accompanied by her husky tone, are all Harry needs to get up and do what he's told. Flipping Tracey over, he takes her prone, pinning her to the lounge chair and pounding her from above as she cranes her neck back and moans expressively and wantonly. Fucking her through orgasm after orgasm as he'd done before soon sends Tracey into a state of utter orgasmic bliss, and her eyes flutter back in her head as she nearly passes out for a time.

The difference in their stamina finally comes into play. Harry seems to have an unlimited energy, while Tracey… well, like all normal wizards and witches, Tracey has her limits. She manages to last long enough for Harry to cum inside of her another couple times, which is of course interspersed with dozens of orgasms from her in between each load, but at the end of the day, Harry stops when she's clearly getting too tired, and then he pulls her up for some cuddling as they take an impromptu nap by the poolside.

Tracey doesn't have to even say anything. He just seems to instinctively understand her needs, even if perhaps they're at odds with her desires. Still, just a quick nap, and then she'll get some more loving before the end of the day from her husband. Just a bit of rest…

-x-X-x-

By the time Tracey wakes up, the sun is just beginning to set over the horizon. Harry is lounging lazily and gives her a smile and a nod as she looks at him. Smiling back, Tracey pulls away, going for a swim in the pool, both to refresh and fully wake herself up, as well as finally clean herself of all the sweat and dried cum clinging to her person. She does a few laps, feeling almost reinvigorated by the water… though really, there's no 'almost' about it.

The pool is enchanted of course, and the reinvigoration is quite real. By the time Tracey notices that it's finally getting dark because all of the pool side lightning comes on to light up the rapidly dimming area, she's feeling positively energized. Pulling herself out of the pool, Tracey lays out across the width of the lounge chair next to Harry's, and dangles her head over the side, looking at him upside down as she opens her mouth wide.

"Time for dinner, Harry~"

Chuckling, Harry gets up off the chair and positions himself over her, sliding his cock right past her open lips and down her throat. Tracey takes it with ease for a few moments, and Harry groans, throwing his head back as he enjoys sliding in and out of her perfectly parallel mouth-hole. But then she pushes against him, and he pops out of her mouth with a confused look on his face, even as Tracey looks up at him and licks her lips.

"Harder Harry. Give it to me harder… don't make me ask again. I want you to RUIN me."

Well, it wasn't his initial instinct, but he also wasn't going to say no, now was he? Tracey was in charge for the day, that was what they'd decided. Positioning his cockhead back at Tracey's lips, he looks to the side so he can make eye contact with the witch and gives her a nod. Tracey returns the nod minutely, and then Harry is gripping her hair with one hand and one of her breasts with his other as he pushes in even further, and a whole lot faster.

Tracey deep-throating his cock was one thing. Skull-fucking the over-eager fellatio fetishist was whole 'nother. She could suppress her gag reflex under most normal circumstances quite easily, but when Harry was going out of his way to rail her throat like this, well, that was something else entirely.

"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"

He completely inserts himself in her gullet with every thrust, his sweaty, saliva-coated balls smacking into her nose and her face again and again. Every once in a while, Harry does pull back all the way to give her some air, but Tracey is always quick to pull him back in again. At some point, her arms come up and her hands grip at his ass as she does her best to keep him in her throat past all reasonable estimates, but Harry always makes sure she has enough time to at least BREATHE, even as he makes a ruin of her face and her esophagus, fucking away at her mouth hole with a wild abandon, exactly what she wants from him.

In the end, it's not long before Harry starts to cum one last final time. Gripping harder at his ass than ever before, Tracey holds her husband deep inside of her throat, while at the same time orgasming explosively as she drinks down his seed. She swallows and swallows some more, and all Harry can do is watch, until finally her grip loosens enough that he can pull back again, giving her some room to gasp and rasp and hack as her glazed-over eyes focus up at him.

"A-Again… do it again…"

She's slurring as she speaks, but he can see how bad she wants it. Harry settles in to give his beloved exactly what she desires, and what follows are several rough throat-fuckings that leave Tracey before conscious after several different loads of cum fill her belly to the brim. It's only then that Harry sees how late it's gotten and carries her back into the mansion, putting her to bed.

Tracey has a soft smile on her face as she snuggles up close to him, and stroking his hand through her hair, Harry can't help but smile as well, even as he holds her close and slowly falls asleep alongside her. It'd been a good day all around, there was no doubt about that.

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