Upon entering Grimmauld Place the morning that the students went home, Harry knew he and the girls were in a for a monsoon of questions he was going to have to answer and face the jubilation of Sirius. He knew that by now, the entire country will have read the article and while he feels like a great weight has been lifted off his shoulders, he knew his goals would only get harder from here. For now, though, he would spend the next week with his friends and family before the Wizengamot vote at the Ministry to get Fudge out. He popped into the living room with Dobby and was greeted to the sight of his wives who had gone before him, a nervous Lupin and Hermione, a confused and anxious family of Weasley's, two sets of angry parents whom he assumed were the Tonks' and Bell's, and a grinning Sirius.
He gave an awkward wave and his best smile, "Hello, everyone. I'm sure you all have questions?"
Sirius raised his hand, "Yeah, I have one. Where did you get the magic spell to engorge your bullocks to land twelve birds like these?"
Lupin smacked his head at everyone else's scandalized looks, "SIRIUS!"
Sirius laughed it off, "Oh come on, Moony, I've waited a whole day for this. Let me have my fun."
Before Harry could interject, Mr. Bell walked up to him, "Alright, boy, what did you do to my daughter?"
"Dad!", Katie shouted.
Andromeda Tonks nodded, "Yes, while I'll admit you're a much better choice for Nymphadora than any of those other delinquents she's brought home before, it's completely improper for you two to marry without approval."
Tonks snorted, "Feeling the love here, mum. Also, isn't that that the pot calling the kettle black?"
Harry sighed, "I can guess what you think I did or did not do to your daughters, but I assure you, I did not force them into anything. I love them all, I know you don't believe that, but when you spend your whole life without love, it's elementary to recognize when it finally appears."
His wives smiled as everyone else gaped at him, but he pressed on, "Mr. Bell, me and your daughter would like to speak with you and your wife privately about everything. Mrs. Tonks, Nym and I will do the same with you and your husband, I promise."
The two other spouses pulled their angry counterparts back and the group dispersed as Molly walked up to him, "Harry, may we speak for a moment?"
Harry was thinking about refusing, but he remembered that Dumbledore had said that she was not directly involved with his manipulations, only a pawn, so he nodded. She took him into the kitchens away from everyone and began.
"Harry, I know you feel like this is true love, but Ginny…", she stopped at Harry's raised hand.
"Mrs. Weasley, I know about the marriage contract you made with Dumbledore all those years ago, thinking it's what my parents wanted.", he said.
Molly looked shocked, "Y-You know about that…then why?"
Harry sighed tiredly, "Mrs. Weasley, I know you have always seen me as a son, and you wanted to make that official by me marrying Ginny, but that's not going to happen. I'm in love with those girls and nothing and no one will change that, and I will do absolutely anything to protect them, even things that make it hard to sleep at night. If you can't accept that…then there is nothing further to discuss. Thank you, for everything."
Before she could respond, the two heard sniffling behind them and they turned to see Ginny who was crying over what she just heard, and before they could reach her, she bolted. Molly just gave him a blank look and, with her head held high, went after her daughter. Harry sighed to himself knowing that his relationship with the Weasley family will likely reach a permanent end soon once Voldemort was dead. Before he could leave himself, he stifled a groan as Ron and Hermione entered to block his path.
"What do you two want?", he asked cooly.
Hermione flinched, "Harry, we…we're sorry. I know what we did was wrong, we left you alone when you needed us most, and we thought that with you acting secretively, you put your name in that cup."
Ron looked uncomfortable, "I haven't been a good friend to you Harry, ever really when you needed me most. I was jealous of you, having money, fame, skill, and the attention of the girl I…it doesn't matter now. I know you can't forgive me, but I wanted to say I'm sorry."
Harry just looked at the two cooly for a minute then he just shrugged, "You know, I honestly can't be bothered to care anymore to hate the two of you. You left me and I moved on, I actually think it might have been for the best, because I might never have met them and that is worth any price."
Hermione looked ready to cry, "You really love them?"
Harry nodded with a small smile, "Yes, they took a broken and lonely boy with no friends or family and made me the man I am today. I don't think we can ever get back to what we were, but I need you both and it's time to let go."
Hermione wept silently and nodded before hugging him tightly into one of her famous hugs of pain, which he slowly returned until she let go and left the kitchen. He turned to Ron who looked like he wanted to something else, but Harry beat him to it.
"You should tell her how you feel, Ron. She's too smart and beautiful not to be noticed by other men.", he said.
Ron looked surprised, "Didn't think you cared so much?"
Harry spared him a glance, "In times like these, Ron, we all deserve what little happiness life sees fit to afford us."
Not even waiting for a response from the redhead, Harry turned on his heels and left the kitchens and walked towards the Black family rooms on the third floor where he could be in peace. He opened the door to his room to find Tracey laying on his bed for him.
He closed the door and asked, "Dare I ask what you need from me, love?"
She gave him a lustful look and said, "What I've wanted for a year, and now that we are married, I expect you to fulfill your husbandly duties. If my Lord can keep up, that is."
He waved his wand to produce a silencing charm and looked down at her like a predator, "As my lady commands."
Lemon
The two took off their clothes in a mad rush and her big brown eyes widened as the thick, eight incher hung between his legs before slowly stretching upwards towards her. "Holy shit."
His hand gripped the massive meat and gave it a firm stroke. Tracey gulped nervously. "So, this is the dick that conquered a Veela enough to have sister wives? Not bad."
"And the rest of you soon enough.", Harry said before reaching out to grab her ass and pull her toward him, his thick cock rubbing against her body as he grinned. "Now come over here…"
His firm fingers sunk into her soft ass, squeezing and groping as he practically carried her to the bed. He sat down before her and spread his legs wide as she stared at his hard-on. He gave her an expectant look and she dropped to her knees, gazing at the thick rod as he let it wag patiently for her.
"It's too big.", she whimpered, only serving to harden him more. "I can't fit this all in my mouth." She flinched as he lightly smacked it on her face.
"I'm not expecting you to get it all in on the first night.", Harry said playfully. "You're my lady, but I hope then that my lady won't tease me so. Don't worry, it gets easier with each attempt. Just ask Tonks."
Tracey decided to ask later and opened her mouth. Her face twitched slightly as she stretched her mouth open as wide as it could go without dislocating her jaw, and then managed to inhale his cockhead. Harry sighed blissfully as her lips stretched to capacity around it, gently suckling around him as her hands wrapped around his shaft.
She moaned around his cock, lips stretching and eyes wide as her hands stroked his massive meat. She couldn't any further down his cockhead, so she vigorously stroked him, bobbing and sucking as he lied flat on the bed. His hand rested in her brown hair, pulling her gently down against her wishes. One of her hands began to slide up his cock, she kissed her fist before releasing his cock and pulling the other one up. Harry grunted blissfully as her lips stretched to capacity around his shaft, gently suckling around him as her hands wrapped around his cock.
Harry pulled her lips away and slide her tongue up one side of his shaft, then the other, before engulfing his cock once more and sucking hard on his head. Harry groaned as her hand jerked what she couldn't fit into her mouth as she slurped loudly.
Harry grunted before wrapping his fingers through her hair and shoving her head down his cock until his head was pressed against the back of her throat. Tracey coughed and sputtered, eyes widening as she felt his cock throb in her mouth before exploding with a burst of creamy cum into her mouth. The thick spray of salty seed washed over her tongue before going down her throat, followed by another thick glob, and then another. Tracey was forced to swallow it all down rapidly, working her throat as hard as she could, unable to do much else with Harry holding her in place.
She moaned as his cock pumped the last few shots of cum down her throat. Tracey swallowed it all down obediently and when he pulled his cock from her mouth, she grinned up at him and opened wide to show that she took it all down.
"That's my girl, always rising to the challenge.", Harry grinned as she slowly crawled onto the bed, only for his powerful arms to grab her and pull her onto his body.
"Oh!" She laughed, a little nervous yet excited as he buried his face between her large breasts, hands groping her soft ass as he toyed with her. "Mmm…like how I feel?"
"I do." He growled back, squeezing her ass cheeks firmly for emphasis. Then she felt his thick member slap between her legs, tapping against her asscheeks as if asking permission to enter. "My wives are amazing at sex, so I wonder how tight you will be once I get inside."
Tracey squeaked when Harry reached up and tore apart her corset, letting her tits bounce free. She grinned and cupped her breasts herself before she slid off him to leave the bed. Tracey was about to roll down her stockings, but Harry brought her back onto his body and shoved his face into her tits, inhaling her right nipple, flicking and licking it with his tongue as he suckled on it. Her pussy drooled over his legs as his hands firmly groped at her lower body, slapping her firm cheeks with loud claps that sounded deafening in the confines of his room.
Tracey was already relishing the way he practically feasted on her tits when Harry decided to switch it up and threw her down onto the mattress, getting onto his knees between her legs. It had been a while since he did this, but it was always fun to switch it up every once in a while.
"This looks tasty.", he growled before shoving his face into her groin and shoving his thick, powerful tongue into her folds, easily keeping her legs up with a well-placed forearm as he fingered her with the other hand.
"AHH, FUCK!", Tracey screamed and shuddered, her firm thighs shaking on his shoulders as he ate her out like a black hole.
Harry moaned, his Parselmouth voice making her lower body trembled as his tongue danced inside her, making her toes curl and her fingers clutch wildly at the sheets, screaming her orgasm. Lucky she didn't scream that loudly or the bloody window would've shattered.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" She squealed as her rubbed his face in her crotch, continuing to tongue and finer her even as her whole body trembled in pleasure, every part of her shaking erotically as her tongue lolled and she gasped desperately for breath as the orgasm receded only to rise quickly back up again as he toyed with her. Her head banged on the headboard as he laughed, pulling his tongue away with a flick and grinning at her with that pearly white smile that made her heart flutter.
"As I thought, the badass women taste the sweetest.", Harry grinned.
"Dick…", Tracey growled breathlessly, eyes rolling as her lips twitched in a half smile.
Harry gave a deep laugh. "If you insist!"
"Wha-AAAA!!!", Tracey screamed as he put his huge weight on her, her toes curling and legs stretching as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her hips up to meet his penetrating thrusts. His cock rammed deep, filling and scrapping her walls as her eyes widened, screaming her orgasms over and over as he ground his hips against her.
Harry grunted in her ear as he kept his cock buried inside of her, watching her joyous expressions as he began pounding into her. Her mouth fell open, gasping and squeaking incoherently as he grunted harder and harder, his cock stretching her out fully as his bed shook in time with his thrusts. His large body plowed her smaller form into the bed, his cock sinking entirely into her with each hard thrust forward. Her breasts were squished against his hard chest and took the brunt of his deep, throaty growls that Tracey had never heard before.
"Here it comes!", he declared.
One, two, three and…one last bone shaking thrust before the floodgates opened. Her body shook wildly as his deep, penetrating bursts sent rippling waves of pleasure through her until he finally stopped. With a mighty roar, his cock released a torrent of seed into her. Tracey gasped; eyes wide as she stared at the ceiling as he thoroughly drained his cock into her.
"Oh yeah, that's the stuff.", he sighed, wiggling his hips and pulled out before slamming back in. Semen spilled from their connection as she trembled around him, his hands squeezing her ass firmly as she shook beneath him.
"Oh my fucking god, Harry.", she breathed.
"There's no need to use such language, young lady.", Harry smirked and slammed his cock into her cum-stuffed depths once again, making her gasp. "Though I'm sure you'll be saying that a lot to me before all this is finished."
Tracey looked up at him in shock. "Huh?"
"I put Fleur, Tonks, and Penny through their paces, and you're going to get yours tonight.", Harry said and flashed to his feet, Tracey's body still in his arms. "So, let's get started, shall we?"
Anything Tracey had to say was turned into a loud moan as Harry started bouncing her on his cock again while still standing. She was going to learn the hard way that Harry liked to ruin his women for any other man.
Lemon End
Five hours later, at dinner time, Harry ate like a king as his other wives sent a jealous glare towards a glowing and smirking Tracey.
A week later, Christmas had come and gone, and a new year was ushered in and with it, the first Wizengamot session was upon all the Lords and Ladies of Wizarding Britain, who have gathered to discuss affairs of state. This session has shaped up to be one of the most memorable in history as the vote of no confidence against Minister Fudge and the long-overdue overhaul of the Ministry itself. Harry, as one can imagine, would rather face another battle than spend his day in that chamber, but his goal of defeating Voldemort and freeing the country rested on his shoulders.
It had been quite the week for Harry and his new family, explaining their situation and unique relationship to the girl's families was a lively affair. The Bell's were still apprehensive, and the Tonks' weren't happy with the multiple bride's thing, but they approved of him, especially Andromeda who was ecstatic to be back in the Black family and her daughter was the lady of said house. He and Pansy met with Lord Parkinson, her grandfather, for about an hour and the old man was much more receptive to him than he thought would happen, likely due to his old friendship with his own grandfather Charles Potter. John Abbott, Hannah's father, was both thankful and worried that his daughter didn't have to marry MacMillan, so he was one of the more open ones. The Greengrass's and Davis's on the other hand, were lot more resistant, or rather the fathers were, the mothers were a little more accepting after speaking with their daughters; Tracey's dad even tried to tackle him for stealing his little girl, but everyone calmed down and they reluctantly accepted reality after the explanations were done. The other families were out of the country, and he hadn't seen Amelia Bones yet, but he would today and a lot more if everything went right today.
Harry walked up to the Potter family seat that had been unoccupied for nearly two decades and felt weirdly whole to finally embrace his heritage rather than hide it. After he sat down, he scanned the overly crowded chamber room that now housed every member of the Wizengamot, with the exception of a few of the Dark families like Malfoy, who was confirmed dead a few days back, the gallery which held reporters and few other citizens of note, including many of his new family. Tonks, much to her eternal chagrin, sat in the Black family seat acting as proxy, as did Penny in the Ravenclaw seat, Angelina in the Gryffindor seat, Pansy in the Slytherin seat, and Susan in the Hufflepuff seat. Fleur and Su were foreigners so, married or not, couldn't sit and Alicia, Katie, Hannah, Daphne, and Tracey did not want to sit up there, lord knows Tracey in particular would fly off the handle, bad enough Tonks was there.
Finally, Fudge walked in with a defeated slouch and called the meeting to order, "Order, Order! I, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, hereby call this year's first Wizengamot session to commence. Is there any who would begin with affairs of state?"
Harry smiled, "Yes, I would like to begin. I, Lord Harry James Potter, officially call for a vote of No Confidence against the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge."
No one seemed surprised but Fudge still looked aghast and asked, "On what grounds do you bring this forward?"
"The grounds of political corruption, bribery, and negligence of duty.", he replied easily.
Fudge slammed his fists down on the desk, "LIES! You have no proof!"
Harry smiled wickedly, "On the contrary, Minister, I do. My lady wife, Pansy Slytherin will present it now."
Pansy nodded and stood, "The first piece of evidence I would like to present, my lords and ladies, comes from within my own household. My late father's documents contain confirmed transactions of sums that prove Minister Fudge took bribe money to turn a blind eye to my father's crimes and those of his allies."
Pansy waved her wand and summoned copies of said ledgers to every lord in the chamber and needless to say, many were either fuming at such a cover up or were scared shitless since some of their names were mentioned. Fudge himself looked ready to shit his pants in fear, but he eventually composed himself.
"How do we know that all of these are not merely forgeries?", asked a nervous Fudge.
Pansy raised a delicate eyebrow, "Besides the fact that Gringotts can corroborate all of this by looking into your vault and banking transactions, which I also happily included here with the approval of Director Bones with a warrant, I swear on my magic that everything I have stated is real."
A light from Pansy's wand flashed and murmurings broke out amongst the hall, the ones that knew they were fucked remained silent. His beautiful snake smiled in a way that made Harry shudder before continuing.
"Moving on, during this term at Hogwarts, Undersecretary Delores Umbridge abused her position as professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, including using unethical disciplinary practices, legal or not, without prior consent from this council and illegal use of Veritaserum on students against their will. I observed all of this during my time undercover in her Inquisitorial Squad and she claimed to be acting under Minister Fudge's orders.", she said.
Fudge exploded, "That is enough! I will not listen to such blatant slander of my most trusted official, bless her soul. What supposed evidence do you have this time?"
Pansy happily pulled out several vials, "These contain memories, from both myself and much of the student body, who were involved in her interrogation sessions. If it will please the assembly, I would like to use the viewing mirror to show them."
The assembly agreed and the reflection mirror, used to show memories to a larger audience than a Pensive, came alive as Pansy showed multiple instances of Umbridge both physically torturing students and quite literally shoving Veritaserum down their throats. The best part was that she incriminated Fudge in the whole affair, whether he actually knew it or not, by stating she was acting under his orders. After the screen finally stopped, the peanut gallery that was full of angry citizens who had kids at Hogwarts and nosy reporters exploded, demanding justice and Fudge's removal.
Pansy tilted her head with an innocent smile, "All of the students seen in the video are here today and ready to testify under oath and risk their magic, including myself of course. Would you like meet and cross-examine them?"
Fudge just slumped over defeated, "No, that will be all."
Harry smirked and stood, "There you have it my lords and ladies, the Minister has committed numerous crimes and has abused his position to better himself and friends instead of bettering the country; therefore, I officially declare my vote of No Confidence. What say you?"
Although not unanimous, almost every member of the Wizengamot gave a resounding, "Aye!"
Harry nodded triumphantly, "Well then, since we are in need of an interim Minister until the election next September, I hereby nominate Lady Amelia Bones, Director of the DMLE."
Many of the lords and ladies murmured amongst themselves before Tonks, acting as Lady Black, grinned like a madwoman and addressed the hall, "Listen up pansies, for too long the Ministry has been run by incompetent and corrupt men like him or puppets for Dark Wizards like Voldemort and Grindelwald. Amelia Bones, on the other hand, has stood as the model for justice and the law for almost two decades and is someone who can get us through the hard times. The Black family vote is hers. What say you bunch of wankers!?"
Even though many were confused by Tonks' strange way of talking, causing Penny to slap her forehead in exasperation, the council deliberated for a few minutes amongst each other until one by one, lord after lord cast their vote in Amelia's favor due to respected pedigree and track record. Eventually, the majority had voted in her favor and Amelia had officially voted in as Interim Minister of Magic, much to the cheers of the Wizengamot and the civilian crowd, none more so than her niece Susan.
Amelia stood up afterwards and addressed the room, "Citizens of Magical Britain, for too long has our country been run by people who sought to push forward a dark agenda, backed by madmen like Voldemort out of fear and violence. Well, I say, No More! With the recent disappearances and murders across the country, I will officially be approving new raids on suspected Death Eater estates, thanks to evidence by Lord Potter and several other credible sources to discover the truth behind the supposed return of the Dark Lord. I promise, whether I stay as Minister for longer than a year or not, to serve to the best of my ability true and just!"
The atrium exploded in cheers and questions for the new Minister and Harry just watched from the back with a smile on his face, content with the knowledge that the country was finally heading in the right direction as his family's future was looking more secure.
Harry and the others returned back to the Black Townhouse with large smiles on their faces as everyone in the house, despite their differences and affiliations, came together to celebrate their momentous victory. Harry watched the scene with some amusement as he saw his wives interact with different members of the Order, particularly watching the drinking contest between Tracey and Mad-Eye. He noticed Sirius slink off into a side room and decided to follow him. Upon entering, he saw what looked like the Black Family Tree, or list of mental patients based on some of these names and who you ask.
"What are you doing in here?", Harry asked his Godfather.
Sirius smiled sadly, "Just reminiscing, both the good and the bad. This room has often been a constant reminder of my accursed lineage and how I was always doomed to similar fates as them. Today, however, I've never felt freer from it, thanks to you."
Harry raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
Sirius smiled and handed Harry a letter, "I got an Owl today, from Amelia, informing me that I am to be granted a fair and honest trial in a few weeks. With my permission to use Veritaserum and my memories, I should be cleared of all charges."
Harry beamed and hugged Sirius tightly, "That's great! You'll finally be free!"
Sirus nodded, "Thanks to you, pup. Your parents would be very proud of you today."
Harry gave a sad smile as someone cleared their throats behind them. He turned to see Pansy and Daphne smiling at them.
"Hello, Sirius. We were hoping to borrow Harry for a little while, if that's ok?", asked Daphne.
Sirius grinned like a cat, "Of course, ladies, just try not break him."
The old dog cackled as he left the room and Harry turned to them, "What's up?"
The girls grinned as Daphne spoke, "You know, Trace has been bragging non-stop about you fucking her and making the rest of us feel jealous, especially as Fleur, Penny, and Tonks agreed with how much of a stud you are."
"Oh really, and what are you two going to do about that?", he asked teasingly.
Pansy whispered seductively in his ear, "I did a lot of work for you recently and your sexy little snake wants a reward. Think you can handle that, Lord Husband?"
Harry grinned and took the girls by the hand and went upstairs, "Well, I hate to disappoint."
Lemon
Harry was very thankful for his private room on the third floor with all the privacy he needs for his girls, since even the quiet ones were wildcats in bed, making Harry think he has a type. Right now, Harry had Daphne sitting in his lap, his large dick pressed between them, her arms wrapped around his head as his face was pressed into her large bust. His lips were wrapped around her left nipple while his other hand played with its twin, shifting between soft rubbings and hard twists and tugs. Daphne's pale face was red and her eyes clenched tight, her pink lips parted in soft, sultry moans.
With a loud pop Harry released her tit from his oral abuse before quickly moving onto the other one, repeating the same process. He continued to move between her breasts until both her nipples were hard, swollen and covered in suckle marks. Daphne moaned loudly above him as she grinded her pelvis against his cock, which was already leaking precum.
As he continued to feast on her tits, Harry's hands explored her body, groping and massaging any skin he could get his hands on, when he suddenly heard her scream as a wet spot appeared on his abdomen. She shivered against him and her voice became choked as she let her climax wash over her. Her thighs were coated in her clear juices, make her skin glisten. Harry grinned against her tits and pulled his head back with a satisfied smirk.
"I wasn't expecting you to cum so early. We haven't even gotten to the good part yet.", he said.
"S-Sorry. It just felt so good.", Daphne panted.
"No worries. We're nowhere close to being done right now. This just means you'll last longer when I fuck you.", he teased.
Then in a literal flash, Harry had Daphne on her hands and knees on the bed before him, with him standing behind her, his cock in hand. She barely had any time to prepare herself before she felt the sensation of his engorged cockhead jamming against her lower lips. Her face flushed and her lips parted to let out a soft moan as her husband's glans pressed into her cunt.
Harry was painfully slow with his insertion. Daphne felt every inch of his cock as it sank into her folds, her wet walls accepting every inch of his thick cock gratefully and without any problems. When the full length of her pussy walls was parted from one another and the drooling head of Harry's cock was pressed up against the face of her cervix, Daphne was already well on her way to another orgasm.
Behind her, Harry grinned at her awestruck reaction and glanced over at Pansy, who was sitting on her knees on the soft carpet of his room and watching the two go at it. She had the bottom of her skirt pulled aside and was fingering herself relentlessly, her fingers wet with her juices though she didn't care one bit. All the sexy brunette cared about was watching her friend get fucked by their shared man.
Getting back to the task at hand, Harry wrenched his cock backwards to drag several inches of his shaft back through Daphne's cunt. Dogged by a vigorous spluttering of feminine lubrication for every inch of his retreat, Harry only stopped when a fourth of his endowment was freed from the grasping embrace of her juicy cunt. Then, as if numb to the pleasure plastered to his cock, he skewered himself back through her folds until his crotch compressed against her ass.
He began thrusting, reeling his hips outwards, he took to the delivery of one gutting blow with his dick after another to provide the aching meat of his shaft with consistent stimulation. Thick, meaty slaps were caused by the impact of his pelvis slamming against her ass as he maintained the standards of speed and aggression, he set for himself. He got into a steady rhythm of thrusting his member in and out of the sputtering sleeves of throbbing, cock-starved cunt that hungrily took his cock in after it left her stretched depths for less than a second.
After an unknown amount of time, during which Daphne came two and a half times (the third time was cut short by a mini orgasm that nearly knocked her out) Harry modified his thrusting pattern. After a particularly deep plunge of his erection into Daphne's squirting folds, the quarter-length back and forth pumping he had committed to became a vicious chain of short, considerably harder stabs meant to put pressure on her cervix. As a result, the depths of Daphne's cunt were forced to "contain" the meat of his shaft far more consistently whilst the face of her cervix was subjected to a tireless, flesh-swelling pummel by his glans.
Injections and retractions executed with hardly a second between one another, the rhythmic plap that had sounded out from Daphne's rear became a disorganized rapid squelching of her inner walls and the compression of her asscheeks soon afterwards.
The difference between the stimulation offered by these thrusts and those that he had produced prior was apparent to Harry immediately. Enduring the seamless spreading of Daphne's inner walls and their skin-tight adherence to the surface of his cock in spite of its girth was no small task to begin with; subjecting himself to these things whilst also bludgeoning his cockhead against the entrance to her womb would've caused a lesser man to cum within seconds. But Harry was no lesser man. However, the suction provided by Daphne's innards and the orgasmic squirting of her folds made him feel as though both his cock and the semen stored in his balls were moments away from exploding.
Following a handful of heavy, haphazard thrusts, a well-placed hilting of his cock resulting in a bloated threat of cum slithering its way through to eruption from the head of his cock. Released against, then through the newly formed opening formed at the center of Daphne's cervix, the virile glob of semen splattering against the walls of her womb.
Harry had been saving up since his last coupling with Tracey. He hadn't even had a blowjob since then, and he let his semen build up in his balls over the past few days for just such an occasion. His cum was thicker than normal, pure white with a consistency similar to a mixture of syrup and melted cheese. Thick and virile, his pent up cum was little more than pure white goo at this point, and the feeling of it filling up her insides sent Daphne spiraling into another orgasm.
One after another, globs of his thick semen was funneled through his length into Daphne's womb. Daphne felt every pulsation of his cock as it pumped huge clumps of his thick seed into her, and she felt her pussy walls clenched instinctively in response. Too tired to scream at this point, she could only gasp and moan as her innards drunk up her new husband's seed.
Harry pumped more than enough seed into her to fill her pussy to overflowing. Once he felt cum rush back out of her stretched cunt to spill all over his silk sheets and stain her pale thighs, Harry dragged his hips backwards once his final drop of seed was added to the thick clumping of cum in her womb and allowed her to flop face first onto the bed.
Giving a sigh of satisfaction, Harry turned to face Pansy, who was staring at his cock hungrily, licking her green painted lips as she eyed the cum dripping from his stained cock.
"Looks like she'd rather go for a taste first before taking my cock into her.", Harry thought with a grin. Standing up to walk over to the sexy snake, deciding to warm up this time first.
With this, all of his attention fell to Pansy. Without warning, he grabbed her shoulders and drove her frame down onto her back against the soft carpet. He ran his hands down her slender frame until both arrived into contact with the squishy exterior of her hips.
After raising Pansy's hips upwards high enough to leave only her upper back and shoulders in contact with the floor, he positioned his large body between her legs and pointed his cum lathered cockhead against her pussy lips. With a single thrust of his hips and a depression of his hands into her soft, milky thighs, the first few inches of his cock were once again sinking into this prime cunt.
Indifferent to the selfish manhandling of her body, Pansy did her utmost to facilitate Harry's motions right up until the nose of his member pierced her lower lips. She spread his thighs at his silent command and lifted her body so that he could grip her thighs with ease. Her thoughts were scrambled by the insertion of his cock into her sopping wet pussy, her abdominal muscles tensing from the stretching of her cunt by his huge rod.
Harry was quick to shape his thrusts into as aggressive and invasive pattern as possible. He paid no heed to her sexy screams and shrieks' whilst plunging his cock inside her to its hilt, his mind was focused on the sensation of another cock sleeve enveloping his shaft.
Feeding his cock through Pansy's inner walls from his current position forced his shaft straight through her wet canal, using gravity to increase the power of his thrusts. With each insertion, he relied upon the full force of his lower muscles, delivering powerful gravity-packed punches of his length down against her cervix. Every time this occurred, the buffering provided by the soft flesh of her folds became slightly less effective. No matter what, the meat of his member was squarely smothered against her cervix with such force that he could feel the throbbing of her inner muscles.
Subjecting his cock to such tribulation minutes after emptying a creamy payload inside Daphne ensured that a ludicrous amount of stimulation was pressed up along his length for each stab that he completed. Taxed by a familiar, cock-milking suction each time he attempted to wrench a fraction of himself backwards and begin the process anew, he gave himself no respite. He intended to seed his wife as thoroughly as he had her friend, and by God, he was going to do just that.
Fortunately (or unfortunately depending on the viewpoint) Pansy's innards would not have to wait long to receive what they desired. After fucking Daphne in such an in-depth manner, Harry's cock's tolerance for the quivering and sucking output of Pansy's innards was noticeably weaker than what had been the case with Daphne. Furthermore, he could no longer pace himself. He was at the endgame and all he wanted to do now was bust a nut by any means possible.
"Here it comes, my love. I'm not expecting any less of you than I am of Daph and Trace!" He grunted, words blending with the vibrant clopping of his crotch against hers. "Take my seed and officially take your place as my wife!"
Pansy was barely coherent mentally to register his words. Her body was practically out of her control at this point. In the seconds prior to the intensification of his thrusts, the sexy Slytherin had been consumed by an orgasm large enough to send several heavy expulsions of pussy juice against the face of Harry's cock. Her eyes crossed and her senses went into overload from the sheer bliss she felt just from hearing him treat her so vulgarly.
By the time she righted herself, it was too late. Not long after regaining her sanity, Harry shoved is fat cock deep into her cunt, punching through her cervix so that the tip of his cock was pressed directly into her womb. Pansy squealed, shouting and screaming profanities unbecoming of a Pureblood wife as the repeated surges of the same thick cum that had engorged her sister-wife's uterus were pumped into her own. Despite having cum into another woman just seconds before, the intensity of Harry's orgasm and discharge was no less powerful. If one could listen closely, you'd hear the faint gulping noises rumbling from the brunettes' toned midsection that followed a thick helping of seed that layered her womb completely.
Over time, the heavy pumping of cum into Pansy's pussy consumed her womb with semen. The excess of course was pushed out through her packed cervix and coated the walls of her convulsing pussy, which still hugged Harry's dick as it pulsated against her walls. Eventually Pansy went limp and simply accepted the furious seeding of her lovely body, which Harry continued to do with gusto.
And as he filled his newest wife with cum, Harry lifted his head and roared as he came for the last time. He panted heavily as he sighed happily knowing his two wives were satisfied with the unconscious smiles they had. Kissing their cheeks, he put Daphne on his left and Pansy on his right as he laid down on his bed and tucked them in and drifted off into a pleasantly tired sleep.
Lemon End
The next morning as Harry and the girls limped down for breakfast, much to Tonks' and Tracey's amusement, Fleur told him something important that got his attention.
"Harry, remember what you told me about looking into that tip Dumbledore gave you about the Gaunt Shack?", she asked.
Harry remembered he has asked Tonks and her to look into finding the Gaunt Shack and see if there was indeed a Horcrux there, "I do. Did you find it?"
She nodded with a smile, "It took all week, but we found it. We can't say for certain if there's a Horcrux there, but there is powerful dark magic emanating from inside the walls, and it's heavily protected by traps."
Harry nodded, "Very well, the three of us shall go and search the estate when no one is around."
Tracey pointed an accusing finger at him, "Oh no, don't think for a second that only the three of you are going. We're a family now, so all of us are going with you to search."
Before he could protest, Daphne said, "She's right, Harry. Wherever you go, we go and besides, this is what you've been training us for."
Harry was silent as he glanced around the table as each of his wives gave him an affirmative nod, even the usually timid Su and reluctant Hannah. He smiled, "Well, it seems we're going on a family road trip."
For fourteen years, Azkaban Prison has been home to Voldemort's most notorious Death Eater followers, the ones that could not weasel their way out of prison with money or their family name. Alone and locked in chains, deep within the maximum-security wing of the infamous prison, sat the Dark Lord's most loyal and deadly acolyte, Bellatrix Lestrange, whose crimes are as numerous as they are horrid. Bellatrix would be the first to tell you she gladly committed those crimes for the sake of her master, whom she loved with all her heart; certainly, more than her husband and his brother whose mental torture in Azkaban was the only thing keeping her going all these years. However, she had a feeling in her gut that things were about to change and there was a familiar sense of death in the air surrounding the prison.
Bellatrix was jerked out of her thoughts by a loud explosion that shook the prison's foundations as the Dark Mark on her arm started reacting, and Bella just grinned maliciously as she knew exactly what was happening. Her master had come for her. The Dementors were surprisingly uncaring that a mass prison break was happening, but she chalked it up to her master's dark and awesome power. She cackled madly as she saw two flying bloodied guards past her cell as they screamed in terror until he finally arrived before her in his glory; although she noticed that, despite his powerful aura, he looked more snake like and sicker.
He looked down at her with a smile, "Bellatrix, my it's been a long time, hasn't it?"
She laughed, "Yes, Master. I am ready to serve you and strike your enemies down."
He laughed, "Ah, Bellatrix I knew I could count on you, unlike all these other useless fools who have decided to betray us. Fortunately, their throats were slit before they could talk by me."
Bella furrowed her brows, "Betrayed, my lord?"
He waved her off, "It does not matter. You and our friends here will be my main forces until our recruitment efforts get better. We'll start by freeing your husband."
She flinched slightly, "My lord, my husband is loyal, but worthless. There is no need to bring him."
He glared down at her slightly, "Bella, you're still not angry with Rodolphus, are you? You must learn to let that go. We need him and I expect you to follow orders like an obedient Pureblood woman, understood?"
She nodded tightly and he continued, "Good, now recent events have left feeling rather stressed and agitated lately, so when we return to Malfoy Manor, we will be resuming out old dalliances."
She of course accepted that as her cell door was busted open and they left to free the others, though the prospect didn't excite her as much as before. It would seem she really has lost her mind after all.