Interviewing for an Assistant Pt. 2

After putting Romilda and Gabrielle to bed in the middle of his office and drafting up the magical contract that he intends to use to keep Romilda in line, Harry begins going over other paperwork, pouring over documents and the like, consuming information and signing off on this and that as is necessary. He manages to get through a rather large stack and is feeling pretty good about the state of his desk when Lavender walks into his office.

The blonde media mogul of a witch is currently dressed in a short pencil skirt in a blouse with the top two buttons undone. Seeing her, Harry snorts in amusement and flicks his fingers in the direction of the conjured bed that Romilda and Gabrielle both occupy. Silence falls over his two assistants, a localized bit of magic that doesn't fill the room, only the space that the bed occupies.

Lavender smirks slightly at seeing this, but it doesn't stop her trajectory as she easily circles around the bed and makes her way over to him where he's sat behind his desk. Leaning down gives him an excellent view of her tits thanks to just how much cleavage she's already showing, but Harry only gets a second to look before Lavender's face is occupying his attention, her cherry-red lips pressing against his in a kiss.

After a moment of making out and Harry's hands creeping up towards her body, Lavender pulls back and smirks knowingly, pushing his chair back a bit and moving him away from her just enough so that she can sit on the desk in front of him. And when she sits, she ACTUALLY sits. Her legs spread, and this casually hikes up her skirt a bit, showing off the fact that she's not wearing any underwear.

Harry's eyes drift down to that gorgeous sight of her glistening wet pussy, even as Lavender herself raises an index finger to her lips, sucking on it seductively for a moment before placing both of her hands behind herself. Leaning back on them for support, she finally speaks, grinning wickedly.

"So then, Harry… how did the interviews go, hm?"

Grunting at that, the young, powerful wizard lifts a hand to the bridge of his nose, rubbing it for a moment.

"Awful. Just… aside from Romilda, none are to even be considered for a second interview. And yes, I know the irony of that statement. It's not something I thought I'd ever be saying either."

Lavender, unlike Gabrielle, knows all about Romilda Vane and her obsession with Harry. She laughs in the face of his resigned expression, looking back over her shoulder for a moment and twisting her body in just the most delightful way as she gazes over at the bed where a naked Romilda is curled into an equally naked Gabrielle.

"It would seem that in the end, the dear girl finally got her way. For shame, Harry. You only make matters worse when you give stalkers what they want."

Despite the admonishment, Lavender's tone is teasing, as is her smirk when she looks back to him a moment later. Harry just chuckles, not trying to deny the fact that he had indeed fucked Romilda. Instead, he shrugs his shoulders and reaches out to tap the last piece of parchment on his desk… the contract he'd written up for dear Ms. Vane. Lavender's eyes slide over to it and begin to read even as Harry speaks.

"Having sex with the girl one time does not mean anything else will happen. I only went along with it because Gabrielle was enjoying dominating the witch. If Romilda wants it to continue, she'll sign this… and then I'll have her right where I want her."

Lavender finishes reading the contract over, or at least the important parts. She lets out a slight laugh and gives Harry a wicked sort of grin.

"You're as clever as ever, Lord Potter-Black. Mm, and I'm sure dear Romilda will indeed sign this contract… perhaps even without reading it, to her detriment. Though, she won't much care about the restrictions. No, I can see it now… with both of those girls working together, it looks likely that you'll be… going along with it more often than not."

Harry cocks his head to the side as if both considering and acknowledging Lavender's point. In the end, he doesn't say anything, just letting out a sigh as he leans forward and grabs the blonde witch by her pale inner thighs, spreading her legs apart just a tad more and slipping his tongue from between his lips to begin the process of eating her out.

Lavender gasps, even as she smiles at her win. Her hands curl into his untamable black, messy mop of hair and she moans lewdly as Harry's tongue flicks this way and that just inside of her cunt, before slowly but surely growing longer and longer. Almost too slow to be noticed though, at barely a fifth of an inch every half a minute.

"Mm, as s-skilled as ever, H-Harry… I'm s-sure you'll, ooh, be happy to know that… that Witch Weekly is doing w-well of late. In, ah, spite of the a-attacks on my company, w-we've never been bettERRRR!!!"

Lavender squeals as she orgasms for the first time across Harry's still-elongating tongue. For a moment, she's left panting, then she continues on. It's obviously very difficult for her to talk about this. Not because of the topic, but because Harry never stops growing his tongue inside of her, not until he hits the entrance of her womb and can lash the tip of his elongated mouth muscle back and forth across it.

Still, the blonde does her best, telling him all about how her burgeoning media empire has only grown thanks to what's been happening recently. The scandal was one thing, but the attack… well, if it had succeeded, perhaps things would be different, but because the attack had failed, and been fully and completely thwarted by Harry James Potter no less, Lavender's entire business had an air of legitimacy and truth to it that it hadn't had before.

The Man-Who-Won had personally come to the defense of the Witch Weekly magazine. That obviously meant it was more than just another magazine, right? Sales were through the roof, or so Lavender managed to get out right before Harry's tongue sent her through another explosive orgasm, this one too much for the blonde witch. Falling back across Harry's large desk, Lavender's hands leave his hair as she moans, spasming and shaking her way through the last bits of pleasure.

Harry rises from his seated position, but his tongue still remains inside of Lavender for a moment, showing just how long it had gotten as it finally slips free of her pussy lips and slides back up into Harry's mouth, which turns into a nice, wicked grin.

"Delicious as ever, my dear…"

The 's' on delicious was probably a bit longer than it needed to be, but then, Harry WAS a parseltongue. Regardless, as Lavender pants heavily, her chest heaving beneath her blouse, Harry leans back down and begins to clean her up with his normal sized tongue, lapping at her pussy juices bit by bit. After a few minutes of this, he can tell that Lavender is getting worked up again… but before they can escalate things, she stops him.

"W-Wait… before we continue…"

Harry lifts a single brow at that and straightens up once more, looking down at Lavender as she forces herself back up into a sitting position. Reaching out, she grabs him by his shirt, which he'd barely even bothered to put back on after fucking Romilda and Gabrielle. He certainly wasn't wearing pants, though his boxers kept his ass from ruining the seat of his chair, while also doing a poor job of hiding his current erection.

"I have news about the rebel groups you financed."

Suddenly, Harry is a lot more interested. While Lavender wasn't necessarily the go-between for him and the groups he was secretly funding, she was a reporter, the head of an entire damn media company. It made sense that she would have her sources, and as his wife, her sources were his sources. That was just how it was.

"Yes?"

Lavender licks her lips and then grins slightly.

"Well, there's the good news and the bad news. The good news, which no one else knows quite yet, is that the rebels succeeded. After several attacks, after exposing the corruption inherent within their government, after getting the public on their side… they've actually done it. They've overthrown their Ministry of Magic."

Both of Harry's eyebrows are raised now. He's thrilled, don't get him wrong, but Lavender had said there was bad news. Letting out a sigh at seeing the look on his face, the blonde shakes her head.

"Unfortunately, the Minister managed to escape and is now on the run. Still! As far as I can tell, no one has managed to make any connections between the rebels and you. Even the agents you hired to help them out are completely in the dark. They're also currently hunting for the Minister, and based on their past successes, I fully believe they'll catch him soon! So, you know… it's really not that bad! Everything is going according to plan."

That last line is said far more seductively than the rest, as Lavender hops off of the desk and begins to unbutton her blouse one button at a time, revealing more and more of her delicious flesh. Harry chuckles and does the same with his shirt, tossing it aside as the blonde witch strips naked before him. His boxers come off too, and it's not long before they're BOTH naked. Whether it's an attempt to distract him or not, Harry doesn't mind allowing it to work.

While the failure to capture the Minister is unsettling, the fact that they've removed him from power is NEARLY good enough for Harry. It WOULD be good enough if the idiot hadn't come for Lavender and Parvati through that hit squad, but now… well, now Harry would settle for nothing less than the bastard's head on a pike. Well, maybe he'd settle for locking the wizard in the deepest darkest corner of Azkaban. The Dementors feared Harry now after all, he could probably get away with it.

Regardless, Lavender has pulled a bottle of lotion from his desk and is now spreading it across her breasts, giving him a seductive, needy look the entire while. Once she's done, she spins them both around and has him lean on the desk as she kneels in front of him, her breasts coming up to crotch level and wrapping around his erection. Harry groans at the sensation as his blonde beauty of a wife begins to give him a titfuck right then and there in his study.

Lavender just smirks, and redoubles her efforts, licking her lips as his cock slides in and out of her lotioned tits faster and faster.

"I do so love watching your face while I do things like this. Your reactions are just… perfect."

Harry has a limit though on teasing, and Lavender has just about reached hers. Reaching down, the wizard takes over tit-holding duty from the witch, grabbing and squeezing Lavender's breasts as he begins to control the boob job, fucking up into her breasts while teasing and pulling at the nipples. The blonde moans and at the same time tilts her head down, causing the rapidly thrusting head of Harry's cock to push up into her mouth, where her tongue eagerly and willingly swirls over his glans.

The lotion allows him to move quite quickly by eliminating the friction and leaving only the softness of Lavender's breasts and cleavage. After a few minutes of this, Harry is getting close already. Sensing this, Lavender reaches out and takes hold of his cock, drawing it from her tits and then giving him an enthusiastic handjob, her palms just as coated in the lotion as her boobs were. Pointing his cockhead at her breasts, the blonde witch moans as Harry finally erupts with a grunt all over her chest, directing his length so that he absolutely covers her big, fat titties in his white-hot spunk.

Once he's finished cumming, Lavender lets go of his cock and stands up, eagerly spreading his cum across her tits even more, rubbing it into her skin like some sort of moisturizer, just as she'd done with the lotion. Harry watches this, and his dick never gets a chance to grow soft, because the sight of his beautiful buxom blonde witch of a wife playing with herself in such a way keeps him oh so hard.

As Lavender finishes enjoying the bit of a cum bath, he's just given her, her hands come off of HER chest and instead push at his. Harry finds himself falling back into his chair, and a moment later Lavender is in his lap and fitting the tip of his cockhead against her gushing wet pussy lips. Foreplay is over it seems, because the next thing either of them knows, she's impaled herself on top of him and Harry is holding her by the hips as he thrusts up into her from below.

Lavender cums immediately, her orgasm explosive and sending her head back as her eyes roll for a moment. Then, she hugs herself against Harry's chest hard, and the two of them make out heatedly as Lavender slowly grinds against him, undulating and gyrating her hips back and forth across his member, which is still thrusting up into her from below. Every once in a while, she twitches and squeals into his lips as she experiences a mini-orgasm on his cock.

Eventually though, Lavender clearly wants more, and the female media mogul abruptly switches from slow and sensual to fast and hard as she pulls back, her tits bouncing before Harry's eyes and the rest of her body jiggles and shaking with every thrust, every ride.

"Ooh, b-by the way, Harry… mm, we've been invited to the Quidditch W-World Cup in, ah, Italy this year. Separately, a-as it turned out."

Harry smirks and begins to play with her breasts again, groping and squeezing her lubed-up titties as he watches her face contort with pleasure, enjoying HER reactions now, even as she does her best to continue the conversation through moans.

"O-Obviously I'll be going as the owner of Magical Britain's m-most successful, mm, magazine! And you… well, y-you're the, ooh, owner of this year's Championship T-Teeeeeam!!!"

Harry snorts as Lavender climaxes hard again at the end of that, even as he pulls away from her breasts and reaches around to instead grab her fat ass. Then, he begins fucking the blonde witch all the harder, watching as she loses all semblance of self-control, her tongue wagging out of her mouth in mere moments. Still, he knows that she's still conscious and listening, so he responds to her, even as her screams of pleasure fill the room.

"Yes. I'll be going, of course. Several of my players will be playing, after all. Heh, and I imagine you won't miss it for the world, yes?"

"N-Not on your li-EEEEEE!!!"

Lavender cums again as Harry thrusts particularly deep inside of her, and this time not only does the explosive orgasm cut her off entirely, it milks Harry's next load from him, causing him to spill his seed deep in Lavender's womb. With a grunt, the strong young man stands up and walks Lavender over to a couch over to the side of the study, where he lays her down.

Of course, just because she's half-insensate doesn't mean the blonde witch is done with him by far. Her limbs cling to him, and Harry continues to fuck her nice and hard as she encourages him to do so with her moaning, her cries of pleasure, her begging for his cock. She knows what she wants, and Harry does to… so he gives it to her, again and again and again.

So, focused on that, it actually takes Harry a little while to realize something. It's not until he sees excessive movement out of the corner of his eye that Harry looks over and finally notices that Gabrielle and Romilda have both waken up. They're touching each other of course, and from the looks of things, moaning quite wantonly as they watch Harry fuck Lavender nice and hard. But thanks to the silencing spell he put on the conjured bed, their moans go unheard, as does the sound of their fingers sliding in and out of their messy cunts.

Bringing a finger to his lips, Harry tells them to remain quiet. Then, he curls that same finger back, clearly beckoning them over. It takes the two young ladies a moment to untangle from one another, but eventually they manage it. Of course, the moment that they're both off the bed, Gabrielle, a wicked smile on her face, grabs Romilda by the hair and forces her to her knees.

Now that they're out of the silence effect, a slight grunt escapes Romilda's lips, but otherwise she remains silent and obedient as she crawls across the floor at Gabrielle's direction, circling the couch. Harry has Lavender quite distracted though, and the blonde witch gives no indication that she knows the other two women in the room are now conscious. With her eyes rolled back in her skull for the moment, she is very, VERY focused on Harry's cock slamming up against her cervix, and his hands groping her imminently squeezable breasts.

As quietly as she can, Gabrielle positions Romilda behind Harry and forces the other witch to suck on Harry's balls. Of course, her demand that Romilda keep his balls in her mouth or face punishment is probably a little much, but the witch does her best all the same, even as Harry fucks Lavender just as hard as before, giving her no kind of advantage on this almost impossible task she's been given.

Still, to Harry's surprise, Romilda manages to impress him. After a few moments of getting used to Harry's fast-paced movements, she manages to do what Gabrielle asks of her and more than that, she manages to do it quite expertly, sucking and slurping at his swinging ball sack all while he fucks Lavender into sweet oblivion.

Gabrielle, satisfied that Romilda is now doing her job, straightens up and kisses Harry. Then, she keeps kissing Harry, even as she climbs up onto the couch, never once letting her lips leave his as she sits herself down right on top of Lavender's face. That's how Lavender finally notices its not just her and Harry anymore, with a glistening wet veela pussy inches from her mouth.

Still, the blonde witch is cumming too frequently and too explosively to care much at this point. Reaching up, Lavender roughly grabs Gabrielle by her pale, easily-marked inner thighs and drags her down, causing a yelp to escape the beautiful young veela's lips as the older witch's tongue begins to go to work on her cunt. Gabrielle can barely keep her lips on Harry's, but with THEIR tongues intertwined, she's able to maintain the kiss, and their makeout session continues, even as Lavender's next orgasm draws another release from the powerful young wizard.

Needless to say, Romilda's face ends up drenched in both Lavender's pussy juices and Harry's sticky white cum as it explodes out from around his thick cock and coats her face, but she continues to suckle and slurp at Harry's balls without missing a beat, switching between them to give each of his nuts the attention it deserves with her mouth and tongue.

For a brief time, the study is filled with the sounds of pure and utter debauchery as the three girls reverse gangbang Harry. Not that any part of this is outside of his control. Gabrielle rides Lavender's face and moans constantly into his mouth as Harry's hands move from the blonde witch's tits to Gabrielle's breasts, teasing and tugging at the poor veela's nipples.

Meanwhile, Lavender doesn't miss the hands on her tits, she's got plenty of sensations rocking her body from every other direction as it is. With a sloppy, wet cunt to eat sitting on her face and a big, fat cock barreling in and out of her already-creampied cunt, the blonde witch is quite happy where she is, eager to draw more reactions out of Gabrielle while getting properly plowed by her beloved husband.

Finally, Romilda is simply enthusiastic and aiming to impress. And impress she has so far, Harry won't deny that. She's still working on his balls, still doing her best to try and prove that she belongs in his household, that she can follow instructions and obey his orders (and the orders of his wives) to the letter. That doesn't mean Harry isn't still going to make her sign the contract, but he's definitely leaning towards keeping her around on a permanent, long-term basis by this point, that's for sure.

The debauchery continues until finally, Harry cums again. This is the third load he's filled Lavender's womb with, and the sheer sensation of once again having her insides, sloshing by this point, painted white with Harry's cum is more than enough to send her through another explosive orgasm. Lavender's eyes roll back in her head, and if Gabrielle's sudden squealing is anything to go off of, her tongue has gone absolutely wild. The part veela pulls back from Harry's lips finally, her own head tossed backwards as she orgasms one last time all over Lavender's face.

As soon as Harry pulls out however, Gabrielle is bending over, pushing him back a foot and beginning to blow him while crouching atop Lavender's body, sucking him into her mouth and taking him down her throat without a second thought as she does her absolute best to bury her face in his crotch as quickly as she can. Her nostrils flare before hitting the base of his cock and her chin knocks against a familiar set of lips as Romilda continues to suckle at Harry's balls.

The two witches who will, from now on, be his assistants eagerly work together to orally satisfy Harry… and with them working in tandem, there's no denying that it feels absolutely-fucking-spectacular. Harry's hands find themselves in Gabrielle and Romilda's hair and he grips tightly as he groans all the louder. Eventually, he cums again, his balls churning as he fills Gabrielle's throat with his seed.

The reason for this sudden release is all Gabrielle… and at least partially Lavender as well. The blonde hasn't stopped eating out the part veela, after all, and Gabrielle's abrupt orgasm sends reverberations up Harry's length as she lets out a muffled scream of ecstasy, which promptly turns into a gurgled, gagging mess as Harry plasters her gullet with cum.

Pulling out yet again, this time from Gabrielle's mouth, Harry chuckles as the veela collapses atop Lavender entirely, both beauties just squirming for a moment as he steps off the couch finally. Though, to his amazement, Romilda follows him, staying attached to his balls all the while, still playing with them and suckling them like the good little assistant she's trying to be.

Finally pulling her off, Harry helps the witch to her feet, even as he eyes her blushing form up and down.

"You've impressed me, Ms. Vane. Won't deny that… mm, perhaps you've earned a reward for a job well done."

Romilda's eyes brighten at that, and then they go a little wide as she yelps from Harry abruptly grabbing her and moving her about, bending her over the arm of the couch at the end where Lavender's feet almost dangle off. Of course, just as he's teasing her gushing wet drooling quim with his cockhead, Gabrielle and Lavender both speak up.

"Wait!"

"Ah, Harry…"

The two clamor off the couch and give each other a look. Whatever it is they see in the other's eyes, they like it, because both grin as they turn to Harry, who at this point is just watching them both with a raised brow. Sauntering over, Lavender grabs Romilda's ass cheeks and spreads them apart, while Gabrielle grabs hold of Harry's dick and places it up against the witch's tight, unused sphincter.

Romilda immediately stiffens and looks back, trapped and unable to move away but also clearly a lot more trepidatious than she was a moment ago.

"W-Wait, that's the wrong hole!"

Harry can see where Lavender and Gabrielle are going with this now, but he says nothing, leaving the explanation in their capable hands. Gabrielle smiles sweetly at her new co-assistant and gives Romilda's ass cheeks a nice, firm squeeze.

"You haven't signed a contract yet, Ms. Vane… so we're still doing the interview. Consider this a test of your commitment. But… if you can't handle it, then that's okay. No one's keeping you here. You can leave at any time."

Lavender hops in as well, a wicked grin on her face, hiding none of her feelings towards the Gryffindor stalker. She doesn't come out and say it, but Harry can guess how Lavender feels about Romilda. The latter witch gave all witches a bad name through her time at Hogwarts, and even if she'd grown out of it now, that didn't mean Lavender didn't want some revenge.

"We've all done it, my dear. It's not nearly as bad as you think it is… mm, but it will hurt at first. You'll have to get used to it… if, that is, you want to stay."

Romilda bites her lower lip and looks to Harry, but she finds no assistance from him. His face is expressionless and blank as he stares down at her, waiting for her answer. It's clear that he's backing up his two lovely wives, going along with what they're saying. In a moment, her reward has become another test… and if she wants to stick around, Romilda has no choice but to pass it.

Realizing and accepting this, the witch turns away again and clutches at the couch cushion before her.

"O-Okay… go ahead…"

Gabrielle wastes no time in feeding Harry's cock into Romilda's ass. Luckily for the Gryffindor witch's sake, his length is VERY messy by this point, and though Gabrielle had cleaned off plenty of juices, she'd also coated it in even more saliva. So, while Romilda is tense and her virgin asshole is not ready for this, Harry's cock disappears up inside of her inch by inch nonetheless, while her magical heritage keeps her from tearing like a normal muggle woman might without further preparations.

That doesn't mean it feels GOOD right off the bat by any stretch of the imagination though. There's lots of whimpering, lots of whining, lots of discomforted moaning as Romilda claws at the couch cushion, her body trembling and her anal passage clenching and squeezing HARD around Harry's cock, clearly trying to push him out of her, but utterly failing as he just continues to burrow deeper and deeper.

"Ooh! Oh, oh, oh!"

Romilda is left panting, moaning… but Gabrielle and Lavender aren't the type to stand idle for long. Once they're sure that Harry is nice and deep inside of Romilda's ass, they let go of her butt cheeks and his cock respectively, falling to their knees on either side of the pair. Taking turns, Lavender and Gabrielle work over Romilda's pussy and Harry's balls as Harry himself takes hold of the younger witch's hips and begins to thrust in and out of her, pounding away with his thick, hefty cock.

Eventually, Harry switches up positions, deciding he's stood enough for the day. Sitting down on the couch where he'd had Lavender laid out but minutes before, he keeps Romilda facing away from him with her ass still impaled on his cock. He continues to bounce her up and down on his member, while Gabrielle and Lavender are regulated to between their legs, working side by side now to continue the act of sucking Harry's balls and eating out Romilda's cunt.

Watching this seems to amaze Romilda, her eyes fixated on the sight of two beautiful, powerful women degrading themselves in such a way for her pleasure, even if only partially. It's not long before the discomfort of her first anal experience leaves her. Harry can feel it, can practically track how it happens. Romilda goes from in pain, to feeling strange, to feeling pleasure. And as she crosses over into that side of things, her whimpers become mewls, her moans of discomfort become moans of ecstasy. Her head tilts back and rests on his shoulder as she cums again and again from his plundering of her anus. Her pussy juices coat Gabrielle and Lavender and her anal muscles clench and squeeze all the harder, rhythmically massaging Harry's cock as she pants heavily in between moans and squeals and shrieks of pleasure.

With a grunt and a growl, Harry cums again, the pressure in Romilda's asshole getting insane and managing to milk him of his load. He fills her bowels with his cum, a process that causes the young witch to shake and spasm across his shaft, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Once he's done, Harry pulls Romilda off of his cock and she stumbles forward off the couch, before slumping forward and falling to her face.

With her face down and her ass up in the air, the oozing cum coming out of her back door entices both Gabrielle and Lavender, who turn to watch as Romilda slumps forward. There's a beat… and then the two witches move almost in unison to try and claim the right to clean her out with their tongue. In the end though, Lavender is just a bit faster, and she's the one who ends up eating out Romilda's ass, while Gabrielle is left to pout at the side, crouching her arms under her substantial chest and harrumphing loudly.

Not for long though, as a chuckling Harry gets back up and grabs Gabrielle. He lifts her into the air quite easily, and pulls her legs back with his arms, putting her in a full nelson as he drops the part veela down on his cock, right then and there. Gabrielle squeals as she's filled with man meat, and her eyes roll around in her head, even as Romilda moans from her position on the floor, and Lavender keeps slurping.

Eventually, the poor Gryffindor stalker just can't handle it anymore. It's all too much for her, and in the end her next orgasm causes her to scream in a very final way, before ultimately passing out right on the floor of Harry's study. Lavender doesn't stop of course, not until she's completely done. Once she's finished eating the cum from Romilda's freshly fucked ass though, the blonde witch does finally straighten up and look to Harry with a grin, even as she takes note of Gabrielle's fucked silly expression.

"She definitely needs some training… but we've got time to whip her up to our standards, don't we Harry? For now… I'd say she's good enough."

Harry nods in acknowledgement of Lavender's endorsement, which truly is no small matter. Romilda's hiring might have been his decision and his alone at the end of the day, but of course he would take into account his wives' feelings on the matter as well. With two backing her, Ms. Vane's chances were looking better by the moment.

A grunt is the only warning Gabrielle gets before Harry tightens the full nelson he has her in and begins to fuck the folded-up part veela even harder, jackhammering into her from below until she's practically frothing at the mouth. She's soon unconscious as well, passed out on his cock as he pumps her full of one last load of his seed and then drops her down to lay out next to Romilda.

With that done, Lavender smirks up at him from her position on her knees. Then, she turns about and wiggles her ass at him.

"I expect you to do the same for me, Lord Potter-Black~"

Well, he's got no problem with that, now does he? Harry chuckles and kneels behind the waiting blonde witch, sinking his thick, meaty cock into her depths nice and slow, but without hesitation. Then, he begins to fuck her, and he doesn't stop until she's just as insensate and out of it as the other two. To Lavender's credit, she certainly lasts longer then both of them. Several more rounds in fact, during which neither Romilda or Gabrielle wake up again.

By the time Lavender passes out alongside the other two witches, its become apparent to Harry that they're all done for the day. And to be fair, it's no longer exactly 'day', not with the sun having long since set. He's ready for bed as well, but he's not going to sleep on a conjured bed that will disappear the moment he's no longer conscious.

So, with a flick of his magic, Harry floats the three lovely witches he's fucked into oblivion into the air. Then, he dispels the bed and cleans up the room, his fingers flicking this way and that as he does so, until finally he feels good about taking Lavender, Gabrielle, and Romilda to bed, the actual bed this time, all the way in the Master Bedroom.

As Harry lays down and levitates the three witches onto the large bed with him, all three instinctively curl closer to him, eager to be near his magic, like it's a source of body heat. Lavender ends up on his chest, while Romilda and Gabrielle each take a side. Surrounded by soft beautiful women and gorgeous breasts with fine asses and gushing cunts, Harry simply smiles and lets himself drift off to sleep.

Today might not have been as productive as he hoped, with the vast majority of the candidates turning out to be the duds he was afraid of… but in the end, it had resulted in a satisfying conclusion all the same.

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