Zatanna & Raven Pt. 2

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For a long moment, he just watches Raven hungrily suckling and slobbering at Zatanna's breasts. If the half-Lethifold is hoping for lactation, she doesn't get it… but then again, maybe that's not what she's aiming for at all, because she doesn't seem all that put out by it. As Zatanna's protests die down, Raven keeps slurping away, while the American witch who calls her sister just stares at Harry, helpless and mortified.

Eventually, he rises from his seat. Zatanna's eyes follow him, as he carefully makes his way across the room, moving parallel to the pair of them, rather than closer or further away. Conscious of the half-feral Raven at all times, Harry crouches down and picks up the no-doubt priceless tome she'd been reading. Its contents aren't important right now, they clearly didn't have the answers that Raven was hoping for, given her… vitriolic reaction.

Closing the tome carefully so that it experiences no more damage, Harry sets it down on a nearby shelf… and then walks right back over to the chair he initially vacated, sitting back down in it. Zatanna's shoulders slump as she continues to gaze at him. There's a certain resignation in her eyes… but Harry detects relief there as well. On some level, at least, she's grateful that Harry didn't abandon her to deal with her adoptive sister alone.

Slowly, one of Zatanna's hands comes up to rest upon the back of Raven's hair, sliding through the grey-skinned young woman's hair and pressing her a little further into one of Zatanna's naked, creamy, smooth breasts. Certainly, the Arithmancy Professor has quite the pair of knockers. Her tits are some of the best Harry has ever seen, so he can't exactly begrudge Raven for being so fascinated with them.

Letting out a shuddering breath, Zatanna begins to speak.

"U-Unfortunately… Raven's childhood was not easy, for reasons you already know. But… puberty was even harder."

She gasps, and looks down to see Raven gnawing at one of her tits. Harry leans forward in his chair, brow furrowing, but Zatanna holds up a hand and shakes her head at him.

"D-Don't worry… she doesn't draw blood. She's only… she's only half-Lethifold. While the hunger does present itself in her, her human half also has a say in things. As such, the normal Lethifold taste for human flesh is… twisted into something more… m-manageable."

Raven's hands suddenly come up again, quick flashes of dark magic tearing away more of Zatanna's costume. The American Witch yelps and whimpers, but doesn't fight it, not even when Raven places her hands directly on her adoptive sister's flesh and begins to molest and knead other parts of Zatanna's body, all while keeping her mouth latched onto one of the woman's tits the entire while.

"You don't have to fret. She won't hurt me. She just… needs this, sometimes. To calm down, o-of course. Once she's had a taste of me, she'll be alright. She'll be fine, she just-!"

Quick as a flash, before Zatanna can finish that sentence, Raven suddenly tears her head away from the American Witch's breast, though thankfully her teeth aren't sharp enough to tear anything else away when she does. Her eyes, which have become pitch black, are suddenly focused on Harry, unerringly focused… on his crotch.

"W-Wait! Raven, y-you can't!"

Raven doesn't listen, of course. Instead, she slowly gets up off of Zatanna… and begins to prowl across the floor towards him. When Zatanna pulls her wand, looking stricken but determined, Harry raises a hand.

"Hold… I'm pretty sure it's my fault. I'm willing to give her a chance. If what you say is true and she has no actual desire to sup on human flesh…"

"She's not cannibalistic I swear! She hasn't ever… oh Raven…"

Prowling closer, the feral witch leans in close, sniffing at Harry even as he remains seated, perfectly still. Her hands run down his chest, all the way to his crotch… where admittedly, there's a noticeable bulge waiting for her attentions. It really is his own fault. He was the one who chose to stick around, and watching Zatanna and Raven go at it was just too damn sexy for him to be able to ignore. He'd gotten a raging boner, and his erection had clearly acted as something of a clarion call to this sex-focused half-Lethifold.

Slowly sliding down to her knees, Raven's pitch black eyes remain on his crotch as Harry tenses himself, preparing for what he expects to happen next. Even knowing it was coming, he still flinches at least a little when she uses her shadowy magical powers to rip the crotch of his pants to shreds, leaving him in just the lower pant legs and exposing his cock to open air without actually harming it.

His throbbing member swings up from its nonexistent confines, and nearly hits Raven right in the face, causing the curious half-Lethifold to jerk back in surprise and hiss. It's honestly a bit adorable, even knowing that she could pose a threat to his health. Still, she recovers quickly enough, and continues to present with that adorable curiosity, leaning forward and sniffing at his cock as her hands dig into his thighs a bit too harshly for his liking.

"She's never… never been with a man before…"

Glancing over at Zatanna, Harry raises an eyebrow at the disheveled, flustered American Witch. No longer pinned to her chair, she's sitting up now, leaning forward. Her tits, glistening with Raven's spit and spotted with teeth marks, are no less delectable now, with how she's crossing her arms under them and leaning her elbows on her knees.

"Oh? Not even your father?"

The look of disgust on Zatanna's face makes the answer clear. No, not even her father.

"I-It wasn't like that. He would NEVER abuse the trust placed in him by Raven's mother in that way. He was… he was a good man. A great man. I… s-someone had to help Raven when she got this way. Someone had to be there for her. I was the obvious choice… not that I was given much of one to begin with…"

That last bit, about Zatanna not having a choice… Harry was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to hear that. She'd muttered it under her breath, but he'd heard it as clear as day all the same. Maybe it had something to do with them being in the Potter Library and him being Lord Potter? He didn't know. Either way, he doesn't get a chance to ask for clarification, before Raven demands his attention… by sticking out her tongue and taking a long lick of his cock.

Harry groans as he tilts his head back, her tongue feeling QUITE good against his dick. And she doesn't stop with one lick either, she begins lapping at his dick the moment she decides she appreciates the taste. Zatanna groans too, though it's not a groan of pleasure, and her voice is exasperated as she buries her face in her hands.

"F-Fuck, Raven…"

He can sort of see what she's thinking, can imagine that she thinks Raven is ruining their hopes of finding a cure by sexually assaulting him or something. But Harry… well, Harry is a guy. And it's not that he thinks guys can't be the victims of sexual assault or anything… more that he himself is very much enjoying this at the moment, and it would be a lie to say otherwise.

"Zatanna… it's alright. Honestly, if anything, I feel like I'm the one taking advantage of Raven here."

Looking up at him, the American Witch flushes and shakes her head.

"N-No! No, Raven won't think that, I promise… she'll be horrified, once she comes back to her senses. She'll-!"

Zatanna is cut off, by Raven escalating once again, this time taking Harry's entire cock into her mouth in one go. Not just the tip, not just a test, but literally spreading her lips over his dick and just… going right to the base then and there, much to both Harry and Zatanna's wide-eyed amazement.

"H-Holy shit…"

The half-Lethifold's pitch black eyes are fixated on Harry's face as she bobs up and down his cock, which makes him wonder just how feral she really is. If all she wanted was his dick, she would be staring at his dick. The way she's focusing on his face while taking his entire member down her throat without a single bit of gagging or choking makes him suspect otherwise.

Swirling her tongue along his dick, Raven… Raven begins to moan. And in response, Harry groans. The reverberations caused by her moans traveling up his length, the constant flexing as she continuously swallows his cock without issue down the back of her throat, letting his member travel through her esophagus and into her gullet… it feels absolutely spectacular.

"Merlin… I'm not sure how much longer I can last here…"

Zatanna blushes an even brighter red at that, sort of peeking through her fingers as she watches the entire exchange, her tits hanging out, her pussy exposed, and half of her clothing shredded besides. Biting her lower lip, she just stares for a moment… before coming to her senses, shaking her head to clear it.

"I-It's fine… o-or at least, it should be. She always… she always licks up every last d-drop of fluid I… I ejaculate…"

That would explain why Zatanna was so embarrassed. Harry can't help but chuckle, looking down into Raven's eyes.

"Well, alright then. Hope she enjoys my cream as much as yours then…"

A moment later, he's cumming. Harry doesn't miss how Zatanna continues watching the entire time. Nor does he miss how Raven increases the speed of her swallowing, easily handling his thick, creamy load like it's nothing. She drinks and drinks his seed down until his balls are empty and his dick is spent, before slowly pulling back off of his cock with a pop.

For a moment, they just stare at each other, the slightest trickle of cum leaking out the side of Raven's mouth as she kneels there between his legs, her hands still gripping tightly at his thighs, and his cock softening before her. Then, like a light switch being flicked, Raven's pitch black eyes transition back into violet irises and white sclera a moment later.

Her grip on his thighs tightens even worse than before for half a second as she realizes what she's done… and then she's pushing away from him with a cry, fleeing the library a moment later with all the speed that she possesses. Harry stays where he is, blinking at the abrupt departure. Though… he probably should have seen it coming?

For a long moment, it's just him and Zatanna, sitting there a few yards apart in their respective chairs, with their respective bodies mostly on display thanks to Raven's feral antics and the shredding of half their clothes. The moment they make eye contact again however, Zatanna jolts and flushes bright red once more, before hurriedly getting to her feet and doing her absolute best to cover herself up.

"I-I should g-go after her. I'm so sorry about this, I really a-am…"

And then she's gone too, before Harry can once again assure her that it's quite alright. Alright, so maybe it wasn't entirely okay… but he really didn't mind as much as they seemed to think he would. Maybe it was because he was a pervert? If he was being honest… the entire situation had been incredibly arousing, from start to finish.

… Yeah, he was a pervert. Well, at the very least it shouldn't hurt their chances of continuing this arrangement, right? Certainly, he wasn't going to throw them to the curb, no matter what they might have thought…

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"We… we wished to apologize for our earlier behavior. It was unbecoming of us, as guests in your home. Please… may we come in and show you how… sorry we are in person?"

Standing in the doorway to the Master Bedroom, staring blankly at his nominal allies, Harry has to admit, he should have seen this coming. Regardless, there's nothing to be done about it now but handle the situation that's cropped up. Zatanna and Raven had missed dinner, so he'd had his House Elves deliver the food directly to their rooms, and confirmed after the fact that they DID eat.

Hours later however, as the evening was drawing to a close, he'd heard a knock at his bedroom door… and opened it to find Zatanna and Raven, the two of them dressed in negligee and lingerie. Their sheer, see-through nighties do nothing to cover up their lacy, accentuating bras and panties, which show off their curves and their beautiful bodies like no other.

It's a gorgeous display… the only problem is, it feels like an expectation. Like they think this is what they HAVE to do to stay in his good graces. Lips thinning out, Harry shakes his head.

"Neither of you have anything to worry about. I'm not going to throw you to the curb, and I am still going to help you cure Raven's affliction. This… this is unnecessary."

Not unwanted though, and Harry was a little upset, if only because now he was going to have to masturbate once he got done sending these two beauties away. Still, with his piece said, he goes to close the door, only for Zatanna to stop him.

"W-Wait! Wait… we, um… you truly don't want us?"

Glancing between the two of them, Harry lets out a incredulous scoff.

"Of course I want you both. You're gorgeous girls, the two of you. But not under these circumstances. Not because you feel forced to give yourselves to me. We're supposed to be allies. You aren't my servants, you aren't my slaves."

"W-What if we want to give ourselves to you, freely?"

This time, it's not Zatanna who speaks, but Raven, her voice quite quiet as she keeps her head down, looking at Harry through her fringe. He stops for a moment, blinking at her, only to look at Zatanna and see her not contradicting the other witch. In the silence that follows, Raven speaks up again.

"When I get like that… I latched onto Zatanna years ago because I was already close to her. I love her, and my other side acts upon that love, or so we always postulated. I don't hurt her… and I didn't hurt you either. B-Because… because you've been kind to me, to us… and I l-like you, as well."

As Harry is trying to process those words, Zatanna jumps in again.

"You're not what I expected, Harry. There were… rumors about you, about how you were treating your Professorship. But you've been nothing but kind to Raven and I. You could have made demands on us, on our bodies, multiple times by now…"

Harry frowns and shakes his head, finally having something to say.

"Me not demanding to be allowed to slake my lusts upon your figures is not a good reason for offering yourselves up to me on a silver platter, ladies."

Raven jumps in, licking her lips.

"What about sitting back and letting me have my way with you while I was in such a dangerous, feral state? Is that a good enough reason? You've earned our trust, Harry. You've earned… us."

The longer he let this conversation continue, the harder it was for him to justify saying no. Fuck, they were both so fucking beautiful. Did he turn them away, or let them in for what would undeniably be a night of passion? Had he done his due diligence? Was it fine to let this happen? Or would it damage their alliance in the long run?

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