Island Vacation

As Harry looks out across the beautiful tropical island, sun beating overhead in a gorgeous, cloudless blue sky, he smiles. This had been an excellent idea. Not just buying the private island, but the whole vacation plan. It was… precisely what they all needed. Giving himself a mental pat on the back for coming up with it, Harry reflects on the events of the past few weeks and what exactly has led him to this point.

After the World Cup, the success of his inventions had been… beyond astounding. Several Quidditch Leagues around the world had picked up the idea of recording their matches and selling them to make extra profit. Needless to say, Harry, Gabrielle, and Romilda had been overworked for a time in negotiating contracts, given just how well the business was doing. Harry had become a victim of his own success.

Luckily, nobody reasonable was too angry over the fact that Harry currently held a monopoly on the magitech. If they wanted to break it, they would have to figure out how it worked. Given that Harry was effectively selling his inventions to everyone who wanted to buy, of course, he knew it was only a matter of time before some enterprising muggleborn wizard figured it out and made it work.

Muggleborn, because he knew for a fact that no wizard or witch who'd been born in the wizarding world would ever think that the joining of magic with technology as Harry had done could be possible. Regardless, it would happen one day, whether Harry wanted it to or not. But he also knew that he could stay ahead of the competition, when it finally cropped up. He already had plans for more advanced versions of his inventions, after all.

And even if someone else did surpass him, even if Harry found himself being shown up by some brilliant witch or wizard… that was okay too. Competition made the world go around, and more than that, innovation was never something to be stifled just in the pursuit of gold. Harry already had more coin to his name then he would ever know what to do with, and enough wealth to buy… well, to buy a private island a dozen times over. He felt like he'd shown adequate restraint in only buying one.

Either way, after his wives had banded together to beat him over the head for overworking both himself and his poor, diligent assistants, Harry had finally caved and decided that he needed to learn to delegate a little better. So, he'd gone ahead and hired some lawyers and then made himself a company. After an exhaustive and extensive search, he'd found several people to oversee the day to day operations, who weren't going to turn around and stab him in the back. Not only had a peek inside of their heads told him this, Harry had made sure they all signed ironclad contracts as well, so that even if things changed for them down the line, they still wouldn't be able to betray him.

After all was said and done, Harry was run ragged from his search and from all that contract negotiation. On top of that, Susan had finally become an official Auror, losing her probationary title. It'd been the perfect excuse, as far as Harry was concerned, so he'd gone right ahead and taken his entire family on a vacation, even pulling some strings to get Susan some time off.

Of course, a vacation for Lord Potter-Black and his MANY wives would be fraught with publicity and paparazzi, the worst that the wizarding world could offer. It didn't matter WHERE they went, magical magazines, newspapers, and tabloids would be all over them, hoping to get whatever they could. After eventually deciding that no where normal, magical or mundane, was private enough, Harry had bought this island.

It had taken a little bit, but luckily, magic made construction in the wizarding world take days, rather than months. Harry himself had played foreman on the job, and together with a few architect wizards, he'd created exactly what he wanted on the island, long before any of his wives even saw it. Then, he'd gone around burying ward stones seven feet under at equidistant points all over the island. From there, he'd been able to set up security, building several layers of wards upon wards upon wards.

It had to be as safe, if not safer than his actual residence, which Harry had put just as much time into the security of. In the end, he'd only been satisfied once the island was more impenetrable than Azkaban itself. Though, of course, the accommodations on HIS island were a hell of a lot nicer than the prison that his godfather had languished in for thirteen years.

As a final added touch, Harry had purchased some new house elves, and then tied them into the wards so that they could assist him in maintaining the island and said accommodations. Only then had he brought everyone along. And when he said everyone… he meant it. Even Lady Greengrass had decided to vacation with them, after making sure that certain measures were in place to make sure that her husband could not get into any trouble without her there to supervise.

All three of the Greengrass women were in the later stages of pregnancy at this point, and all three were rather eager to have their babies together, on the island, out of the public eye. Harry, having expected as much, had gone ahead and set up an entire hospital wing in the main residence, and given the house elves he'd purchased were both loyal and came with the skills he needed ingrained within them… well, he trusted them to help his next batch of children into this world even more than a medi-witch.

Unfortunately, Gabrielle and Romilda would have to take turns. One of his lovely assistants would have to stay behind at all times, just in case there was a true emergency that required their attention. The other had traveled to the island with him and would eventually switch midway through the week. Gabrielle had volunteered to take the first watch, bless her heart. While their vacation would not be as long as his, Harry was already thinking up ways to make it up to both of them, as soon as he could.

So far, he and his wives had spent this first morning on the island mostly touring his new land. As far as Harry was concerned, everything had been prepared adequately, but he also wasn't foolish enough to think that his wives would not have their own needs and desires. So, very quickly, a roll of parchment was produced, and a list of changes that they would like done was made up.

Hannah had wanted the kitchen expanded, of course. That had actually already been in the plans, as had been purchasing more house elves to permanently staff it. Harry would make sure to connect their loyalty to Hannah specifically when he did so, making it so that they followed her orders within the kitchen without question.

Next up on the list had been Lavender and Susan both wanting to make the pool larger, as well as beseeching him to add more comfortable places to lounge about and sunbathe. They'd taken up swimming as a hobby and had grown quite competitive in trying to take Harry's attention away from anyone else with skimpier and skimpier bikinis.

Astoria, meanwhile, wanted a larger dock so that they could have both a yacht and several smaller boats. This was something that Fleur agreed with, and it was clear that both women had grown up experiencing such things as simple due course… though obviously, from the avarice in their eyes, neither had ever had their own private island and dock for their yachts.

Harry had rolled his eyes at that one and told them he wasn't exactly looking to have his children turn out like Malfoy. Spoiled brats, who never wanted for anything in life… needless to say, Harry had no intention of letting any of his progeny suffer in their childhoods as he had. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to make sure they all grew up grateful for what they had and well-aware of the fact that most didn't get what they'd gotten.

Things had gotten a little heated after that, until Agatha, otherwise known as Lady Greengrass, had stepped in and spoken up, ever the voice of reason. Everything could be negotiated, she'd said. Everything could be handled, but for now… they WERE supposed to be on vacation. The group had bowed to the older witch's wisdom on that and headed into the main residence for lunch.

Now though, now Harry was waiting for a very specific young woman to arrive, even as he stood there out on the veranda, looking out across the island. It was time for something he was half-dreading, and half-looking forward to.

"My Lord?"

Harry turns at the sound of Romilda's voice, and takes in her appearance, eyeing her up and down in mild amusement as he lifts an eyebrow at her. In response, Romilda blushes beautifully and fidgets slightly under his gaze. In all fairness to her, he'd told her to dress light, given it was a nice sunny day. Harry himself was dressed in a simple t-shirt and some shorts that went down to his knee. The only reason he wasn't wearing flip flops was because they were going to be doing a lot of walking, and he knew better.

Romilda, meanwhile, had gone VERY light. Though, it was entirely possible this was just what she thought muggles dressed like. Regardless, she was wearing little more than tight shorts and a tube top, along with sandals. Much of her skin was bare as a result, and it was clear she was trying to entice him from the very beginning. To be fair, they WERE going on a date, so it wasn't such a horrible thing if she was. Still…

"Is this alright, my Lord?"

Harry cocks his head to the side, considering the question for a moment. In the end, he just lets out an amused chuckle and nods. They might attract some stares in the town that they were planning to visit on one of the neighboring islands, but that was alright. Given how they both looked, at least they would just be seen as a couple of foreign tourists. Nobody would possibly guess that he had bought one of the islands next to the town, or anything like that.

"It's fine. Are you ready to go?"

Holding out a hand as he asks the question, Harry watches as Romilda smiles and bobs her head up and down eagerly, practically prancing over as she lets him take her hand. Pulling her close, Harry embraces the younger witch for a brief moment, and then he spins on his heel and apparates them both from their island over to the next, appearing in a dim alley that he'd scouted out the day before.

For a moment, Romilda clings to him, even as he begins to pull away, and Harry half-expects the needy witch to beg him to fuck her right then and there in the back alley. He's not entirely sure he'll say no if she does. But in the end, she thinks better of it, obviously, and pulls away as well, biting her lower lip and sneaking glances at him, even as he continues to hold her hand, gently but firmly pulling her along, out of the alley and into the somewhat busy streets of the quaint, but bustling town.

This is the largest concentration of people in this particular island chain. One might even call the place a city, though it didn't hold a candle to say, London or Paris. It was probably a quarter of the size, but even still, it had a lively harbor with plenty of trade, and it was clear that the people of the town were thriving, and building. Give it another decade, and it very well might earn the title of city.

Even still, it was more than big enough for a couple of 'tourists' to go sightseeing, so that's exactly what Harry and Romilda do. They walk through the town's streets, taking in the sights. And they talk. They talk about Romilda's family, they talk about what they can expect of the new managers that Harry has just finished hiring. They commiserate with the absent Gabrielle, and both express how much they wish she could be there with them.

Eventually though, they come across a cozy bar, and Romilda tightens her grip on Harry's hand, for the first time trying to direct where they're walking, instead of following him around as she has been so far.

"Let's go in there. Let's get a drink, Harry."

He knows what she's aiming for, but he doesn't stop her from pulling him along, nor does he stop her from dragging him to a dark corner table, where instead of sitting across from him, she practically drops down into his lap. They order some drinks and food… or more accurately, Harry orders some drinks in food while his minx of a personal assistant spends the entire time groping him under the table.

Letting out an exasperated, but affectionate sigh, Harry just goes along with it, knowing where this was going. At the very least though, Romilda does have the courtesy to wait until their food has arrived and they've both eaten some of their meals before getting bolder still. Sitting in her lap, facing him, she wraps her arms around his neck and leans in for a kiss. Harry lets it happen, while at the same time quickly putting up a Notice-Me-Not Spell that will make sure no one else in the bar pays them any mind. Along with a silencing charm that will keep any… exclamations from leaving their table.

As Romilda kisses him heatedly, she also grinds her crotch into his, rubbing up against his bulge all while moaning into his mouth. Not one to be passive, Harry reaches around with one hand to grab a butt cheek and squeeze, while the other comes up to grope at her breasts, tugging her tube top down until her tits bounce free of their confines, free to be molested and kneaded by Harry's expert digits.

Things only escalate from there, of course. Romilda gets hot and heavy FAST, soon sliding up so that she can pull down her shorts and underwear, before eagerly moving to make Harry do the same, his cock coming out. He's already erect, of course, so Romilda simply reaches down eagerly and inserts him into herself, impaling her cunt on his cock and crying out lustfully as she begins to ride him, right then and there.

Leaning backwards, Romilda plants her hands on the edge of the table behind her and uses this to thrust down onto Harry's cock harder and harder, even as she flings her head back and cries out, orgasming swiftly again and again. Harry smiles, allowing her to be vocal, playing with her breasts the entire time. While not as large as some of his wives got in the chest department, she still had a pair of handfuls that Harry could enjoy very much.

They spend what feels like hours like that, but is probably only an hour at most, before Romilda finally manages to milk his seed from him after cumming more times than she can count. His cum fills her womb, and the brunette falls forward onto his chest, panting heavily, her forehead pressed against his. As they rest, Romilda lets out a soft laugh.

"You… y-you and your wives are a bad influence, Lord Potter-Black. I was a good girl, before I came to work for you. I wouldn't have ever had sex in public… but n-now, I do it at a second thought, if only to be with you."

Harry scoffs at that, rolling Romilda's nipples between his fingers as he shakes his head.

"You've always been rather slutty, my dear Romilda Vane. Let's not rewrite history now, alright?"

At that, Romilda flushes in shame and embarrassment, ducking her head and nodding. But then she follows up, licking her lips as she glances up at him.

"I only did the things I did to try and catch your attention, my Lord. If I'd known then what I knew now, I wouldn't have come across as so… desperate."

Harry chuckles darkly, and then admits something to her that he never thought he'd tell anyone.

"I actually thought you were rather cute, back at Hogwarts. But like you said, your desperation was palpable, even back then when I wasn't as worldly as I am now. Plus, I was having to deal with Voldemort, so I really didn't have it in my to deal with a stalker on top of all of that. I'm glad to see you've calmed down a fair bit, Romilda. Even if I do still have to punish you occasionally for your bouts of jealousy."

Blushing up a storm at his compliments and his recriminations, Romilda bites her lower lip and begins to grind her creampied cunt up against his hardening cock once more.

"Does my Lord think I deserve to be punished now, perhaps? After all, I didn't ask for permission before I fucked you in front of all… these… people…"

Well, when she's being seductive and sultry like that, how can Harry say no. With a growl, the wizard comes up out of his chair and takes Romilda with him. He slams her down onto the table on her back, though he's gentler about it than he looks, both moving the plates beneath her out of the way and cushioning the landing with his magic. The breath is still knocked out of Romilda's lungs though, and as she recovers, as Harry's cum leaks out and starts to form a puddle between her legs, he thrusts forward into her again, fucking her once more.

Once she's recovered a bit, Romilda lifts herself up on her elbows to try and see it, to try and watch as Harry fucks her. Reaching out, he grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her to him, resting his forehead against hers and staring into her eyes for a few moments as he pistons in and out of her drooling cunt. Then, he lets go, and Romilda falls back, unable to hold herself up any longer, the strength fleeing her body.

Harry, meanwhile, can tell that the strength is fleeing the table he's fucking her atop as well. It was already supporting her weight when she was riding his lap, but now it's supporting ALL of her weight, as well as having to withstand the force of Harry's powerful thrusts. Not exactly inclined to let the table break, Harry simply uses a bit of magic to reinforce it, and then he goes to town on Romilda Vane, pumping in and out of the younger witch with all of his considerable might.

As he has sex with the young woman, he also leans down and suckles at her tits, switching back and forth between them, one moment slurping at one nipple and squeezing the other breast, and the next lapping at the other nipple and squeezing the first breast. Romilda squeals and moans and screams in ecstasy, but nobody outside of Harry himself hears anything. Nobody knows what happens at the table, as Harry fucks his assistant into an outright stupor.

By the time he cums inside of her again, Romilda is completely out of it. Her eyes are rolled back in her head and her tongue is lolled out of her mouth as she lays there, sprawled out on the table, leaking his cum. Chuckling, Harry checks his watch and then sets about cleaning up their mess. He doesn't clean Romilda out though… no, instead he dresses her back up and lays her down on a seat, letting the cum still filling her cunt leak out into her panties and the crotch of her shorts.

Then, while Romilda is STILL completely out of it, Harry dispels the magic keeping them from being unnoticed and calls for their waitress from before to come and give them their bill. The moment that she lays eyes on Romilda, the pretty young muggle stops, blinking dumbly.

"U-Um… is she okay?"

Given that Romilda is smiling stupidly still, her eyes now drifted shut as she mumbles incomprehensible nothings under her breath, Harry has no problem with simply chuckling and nodding his head as he gives the waitress a roguish smile.

"She's more than okay, not to worry."

That puts a blush on the young woman's face, and she bites her lower lip, but doesn't say anything else. Harry isn't really surprised when she puts her phone number on his receipt, but he also has no intention of taking her up on her very blatant offer. Not when he has so many women already waiting for him at home. Once he's paid, he helps Romilda out of the bar and back to their alley, after which he apparates them home.

By the time they've returned to the island, Romilda has recovered somewhat, at least enough to stand on her own. But she's still visibly exhausted, even as she breaks off from him and smiles.

"I… I need a nap. If that's okay, my Lord."

Harry just smiles back and nods his head.

"Go on then."

As she departs, Harry hums to himself, glancing first up at the sun to see where it's at in the sky, and then down at his watch again. Seeing as it's only mid-afternoon, he clears his throat and calls out for one of the house elves.

"Tinky!"

The female house elf appears with a pop, and Harry smiles down at her.

"Tell me, what's everyone else on the island up to right now?"

Grabbing her big ears, the elf begins to tell him. His children were all asleep, after spending most of the morning playing on the beach and tiring themselves out. Meanwhile, Tracey was with the three Greengrass women, all of them having returned to the Beach after putting the children to bed. Finally, Susan was taking a nap with their son, while everyone else had gone over to the neighboring island as well.

That makes Harry raise his eyebrows a bit. Perhaps he'd been too hard on the town, if it was big enough that he and Romilda hadn't seen ANY of the others during their time there. Perhaps it was worthy of the title of city after all. Regardless, having heard from Tinky where everyone is, Harry decides to change into a pair of swim trunks and head down to the beach, where he'll join his first two wives and Daphne's sister and mother.

Of course, when he arrives, he's greeted by a pleasant, albeit slightly surprising sight. Chuckling to himself, Harry just shakes his head. It really shouldn't have been surprising. Of course, his wives would have taken the opportunity of putting the kids down for a nap in order to go nude at the beach. Both Daphne and Astoria's heavily pregnant bodies could be seen sunbathing as they rested back, their bodies on full display. Meanwhile, their pregnant mother was laying down in the sand, but she at least was wearing a bikini.

Tracey was the only one standing up, and thus she was the only one who noticed him at first. She too was of course entirely pregnant, and like the others, all nice and oiled up. As she moves to meet him, Harry moves to meet her as well, not missing the slight baby bump she had growing in her midsection. She was pregnant again as well, though not nearly as far along as the Greengrasses.

The moment she's in range, Tracey pulls her wand out of the tight-bun she has her hair in and vanishes his swim trunks away. Harry stops and lets out a laugh, pretending to protest, even as she grins wickedly and walks up to him with a saunter.

"Really, Tracey?"

"I'm just helping you blend in with the rest of us~"

Harry rolls his eyes and lets her drag him over to where the Greengrasses are all hanging out. Astoria uses a bit of magic to conjure a beach lounge chair, though the way she faces it towards the others rather than setting it up alongside hers and Daphne's just goes to show her intentions. Tracey, meanwhile, leads Harry over to it and stands him right in front of it, before going for the oil.

The moment Daphne and Astoria see what she's doing, they get up and begin to help, leaving Harry standing there slightly bemused and more than a little amused as well as he gets all oiled up by the three pregnant witches. Of course, when Astoria immediately starts in on his ass, rubbing the oil into his tight, masculine butt cheeks, Daphne is quick to admonish her.

"Astoria! What have I told you about rushing?! You have to build up to that!"

Astoria just scoffs though, the younger, more impetuous witch just smiling imperiously as she sticks her nose up in the air.

"You're just upset that I beat you to it."

Scowling, Daphne pushes her little sister, and Astoria pushes her right back. Neither is pushing all that hard, of course, more like playfighting than anything else. That doesn't stop Agatha Greengrass' motherly senses from tingling though, and the bikini-clad woman sits up as she scowls at her daughters.

"Girls! You should NOT be rough-housing when you're both ready to give birth at any moment! Even light playfighting is no good! Daphne, given that this is your second child, I would expect better from you in particular. If you continue, I'll apply the oil with a spell and be done with it. Either work together, or not at all!"

Tracey gives her best friend and her best friend's sister an annoyed frown at that, backing up Agatha's words. She did NOT want the Lady Greengrass to end her fun just because Daphne and Astoria couldn't stop fighting for a few moments. At the same time… it is the perfect distraction. As Daphne and Astoria reluctantly start to work together, they soon realize that in the midst of their distraction, Tracey has already finished Harry's front, and is now kneeling in the sand before him, giving him a blowjob as she fingers her cunt with one hand and kneads his ball sack with the other.

Astoria pouts petulantly and is about to protest, but Daphne stops her and shakes her head, gesturing to their mother, who is still watching them both. They can wait their turn, so long as it means they still GET a turn, rather than having the opportunity taken away from them. Astoria lets out a put-upon sigh, but she doesn't get the chance to be petulant for long, because Daphne pulls her sister close and begins to touch her, and Astoria starts to return the favor, the two of them playing with each other while watching Tracey blow Harry, right there on the beach.

Tracey is soon deep-throating Harry's cock, and without missing a beat at that. She swallows him to the base again and again, no more gagging, no more choking. Perhaps if he took control and forced her to go too fast, she would choke and gurgle and gag on his cock, but so long as Tracey is allowed to set the pace, she now knows how to swallow continuously and suppress her gag reflex at the same time.

After a few minutes of this continuous swallowing, her throat flexing and tightening wonderfully around Harry's member, Tracey manages to get her husband to cum. He groans and she takes that as a sign that he's about to blow, pulling back so that she has some room to work. He cums, and she swallows every last drop, drinking it all down. It still takes her a little while to recover afterwards… but luckily for her, Daphne and Astoria are too into each other by that point to notice, missing their chance to steal Harry away from Tracey.

Pulling him by his cock over to another lounge chair entirely, given that Astoria and Daphne now occupy the one meant for him, Tracey sits Harry down and prepares to impale herself on his member. Before she can, however, the only other woman on the beach clears her throat and speaks up.

"Ahem. Tracey dear… would you mind if I had a turn with him, by chance?"

Biting her lower lip as Agatha Greengrass politely asks to fuck her husband, Tracey considers for a moment… before nodding her assent. In the face of such politeness from the older witch, how can she say no, really? Standing up, the Greengrass Matriarch removes her bathing suit quite easily, and then climbs on board. Taking care of her belly, they have sex slowly, at first. Harry doesn't thrust up into her jarringly or anything like that, he simply settles his hands-on Agatha's hips and holds her as she rides him, gyrating her hips back and forth across his cock.

It's not long before Agatha cums around his length. It's also not long before Harry can tell the heavily pregnant witch is already getting tired. Deciding not to hold back, he soon squeezes her hips and tells her he's getting close. Faster than Harry would have thought, the pregnant witch gets off his cock and down on her knees.

"Please Harry… my face, if you would."

Of course, by this point Astoria and Daphne have realized that they missed their shot. They don't miss this one. Just as Harry is standing up and pointing his cock down at Agatha's face, her two daughters show up on either side of her, pushing their bodies together and sandwiching her face between theirs. All three Greengrass women take a nice, thick load of Harry's white, hot seed across their faces and their swollen tits, covering the trio in plenty of cum.

Which of course leaves them all holding onto each other and licking one another clean. As Harry watches this, Tracey clears her throat, guiding him to her, where she's bent herself over a lounge chair and presented her ass to him for anal. Never one to say no, he grabs some of the oil, uses it as lubricant, and then takes hold of Tracey's hips and thrusts into her ass from behind, fucking her back door with all his might.

Of course, Neither Daphne nor Astoria are at all happy about this. Being left out AGAIN leaves them both properly annoyed, and with their mother freshly fucked and no longer quite up to stopping them, the two sisters gang up on Tracey, spanking her, calling her an anal-slut, all sorts of things like that. She loves it all of course, and it's not long before Tracey's anal muscles are milking yet ANOTHER load out of Harry.

From there, Daphne tells Harry to have her little sister first. Astoria gets a bit suspicious, but not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, she jumps at the chance as they sit him on the beach chair and Astoria mimics her mother in fucking herself on him slowly. Then, Harry fucks her on her back, on her side, on all fours. They switch up several positions before eventually she gets tired just like Agatha did, albeit after a bit more effort in the matter.

Once Harry sees that Astoria is getting exhausted, he cums inside of her and leaves her to rest, moving onto Daphne, who of course has been masturbating the entire time. Laying out a towel on the sand, he lets Daphne get on top, and as with the others, he lets her control the pace. But unlike with the others, as Daphne bounces up and down on him, her tits jiggling and bouncing with her… she begins to lactate.

Unable to help himself, Harry leans up and grabs hold of Daphne's milk jugs, bringing them in close and suckling at one teat and then the other, finding her milk to be nice and sweet as he drinks deeply from her breasts.

Of course, Daphne gets tuckered out eventually as well, but not before the others recover. Needless to say, even heavily pregnant, they're all needy enough to go for several hours with Harry, satisfying both his needs and quenching their thirst for his cock and his cum and just sex with him in general. It's not until the sun has set and the moon is shining as stars fill the sky that anyone comes looking for them.

"Um… dinner is ready!"

And it's Hannah, of course. Harry chuckles at the blush on the blonde's face. Even after all this time, she still gets a little embarrassed by just how much sex he and his other wives engage in. Though, it probably doesn't help that Harry grabs her by her ass and gropes it all the way back to the main residence, trailing a bit behind Tracey and the Greengrass witches as they all make their way back inside.

This… was going to be quite the enjoyable vacation.

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