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Harry's eyes widened, a slow smirk spreading across his face, as he was pushed further up the bed. The audacity of these women! He loved it. He leaned back against the plush headboard, his hands splayed on either side as he took in the view before him. Amelia, with her fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders, and Narcissa, the cool blonde vixen, kneeling in perfect symmetry in front of him in nothing but their sheer lingerie. They were a vision of sin, a temptation he was more than ready to succumb to.

"Ten minutes, huh?" Harry purred, his voice low and husky. "Seems almost unfair to you two." He deliberately let his eyes linger on them, taking in their breathtaking curves barely hidden beneath thin layers. He watched as Amelia's eyes flashed with a challenge, and Narcissa's lips curled into a seductive smile.

He could feel the heat rising within him, and he knew that this was going to be anything but manageable, not for anyone. Still, a challenge was a challenge, and it was on.

Amelia was the first to move. She traced a fingertip up his thigh, her hands gliding up in no time. Each touch sent a jolt of heat through his body. Her fingers teased the edge of his trousers, tracing the outline of his arousal that was already straining against the fabric. She looked up at him, her alluring eyes sparkling with mischief. "You'd be wise not to underestimate us, Harry," she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation.

She took hold of his t-shirt, slowly pulling it up, her gaze never leaving his. Each little motion revealed more of his body, from his toned abdomen to his chest, showing the slight dusting of hair and the definition of his muscles.

Narcissa, not to be outdone, took a more daring approach. She ran her hands along the inside of his legs, her nails barely grazing his skin, and with a slow, deliberate motion, began to massage his thighs. Her gaze also never left his face, her eyes filled with an undeniable hunger.

Soon, she mirrored Amelia's actions but her hands were faster, her fingers deftly unfastening the knot of his trousers. With a smooth motion, she undid the string, and in one smooth motion, she pulled his trousers down. Harry aided her, allowing her to slide them down his hips.

Amelia looked down and gasped, her eyes darkening with hunger as she took off his t-shirt and looked him in the eyes.

"I'd say, you're very ready, Harry," she said, her voice a silken caress.

Harry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, his fingers clenching around the soft fabric of the bedsheets. They were good. Very good. But he believed it was more about how he felt about them than what they'd done to him so far. Shaking his head, he pushed the analysis out of his mind and decided to simply enjoy the show.

The two women continued their assault, their movements becoming more intense. Amelia's fingers now danced along his stomach, occasionally dipping lower but never quite touching him. He knew she was doing everything to test his resolve and he refused to let her have the satisfaction.

Narcissa, meanwhile, began to intensely massage him, her hands slipping a little higher each time. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin.

"Tell us if it gets too much," she said in a soft purr, deliberately taunting him with her words.

Harry eyed her, his eyes inflamed with lust that made her grin, and said tightly, "As if."

He decided to go on the offensive. He reached out with his right hand, and ran his fingers along the side of Amelia's neck, tracing the line down her shoulder, and then to the start of her breasts. He felt her up, teasing her, and with his other hand, he mirrored the action with Narcissa, relishing the gasps that escaped both their lips. He could feel the subtle tremble that ran through both women when he gently slid his fingers beneath the cups of their lace bras as they briefly paused their assault.

He looked into their eyes and saw a mixture of surprise and renewed determination. "Don't think this is a one-way street," he said smirking, his voice low and gruff.

The women grinned, further emboldened by his challenge. Smirking, Amelia exchanged a look with the other woman and leaned forward, her tongue darting out to trace a line up his chest. His breath hitched, and he could feel the wet warmth of her mouth sliding up his sternum as she began to kiss her way up, tasting him. The sensation was sending shivers down his spine that had nothing to do with the cool air of the room.

Narcissa mirrored her action on his other side, her lips hot against his neck, and her teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin. Both their hands were caressing his chest with featherlight touches, lingering on his most sensitive spots as they kept roaming about, teasing his nipples and flicking them. Harry found himself torn between the two of them, the intensity of their combined assault almost too much to bear.

He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, and the heat that was pooling in his lower abdomen. They were relentless, their movements somehow perfectly coordinated.

Amelia reached the base of his throat, her lips lingering there before moving towards his earlobe. Her teeth gently nipped at the soft flesh as she whispered, "We're going to make you beg, Harry."

All Harry could do was keep up.

Smirking, she exchanged a nod with Narcissa who lowered her head, her lips soon meeting his erection through his briefs. She pressed a kiss on his bulge through the thin fabric, the heat of her mouth sending a wave of desire crashing through him. She pulled back, her eyes glittering with a predatory light. "Ready to play, Harry?" she breathed.

Harry watched them, a grin stretching across his face. He wasn't going to give in so easily. "Play? You think this is a game?"

Instead of replying, both Amelia and Narcissa grabbed the waistband of his boxers and with one deft pull, they dragged it down his legs and threw it away. Amelia's eyes widened as she laid eyes on his massive manhood before a hungry expression emerged on her face.

Narcissa gave the redhead a smirk. "What? Too big for you, Bones?"

Amelia turned to her with the same hungry look and grinned. Her hand found his manhood, her fingers closing around him, and Harry breathed sharply. The touch was electric, a spark that ignited a fire deep within him. Smirking, Narcissa followed suit, her hands joining Amelia's, and together, the two women began to move. Both their hands were wrapped around him and yet they could not cover the entirety of his length, and neither could their thumbs touch their fingers as they grasped him.

Amelia's grasp on his manhood tightened, making him grunt. The two women stroked him hard, jerking him off in their hands as they tried to drive him closer to his orgasm. They worked in unison, their movements synchronized, and the hungry look on their faces did not help matters in any way. Their focus was solely on making him cum.

Harry was never going to let it be a smoothly sailing ship for them. He reached out and grabbed them by the back of their necks, pulling both the women forward.

"You want to play? Then let's play!" He growled and slammed his mouth against Narcissa, his tongue instantly claiming hers, tasting the sweet, spicy flavor that was so uniquely hers. The blonde let out a deep moan into the kiss, returning it eagerly as she kept stroking him.

Before she'd had enough of him, he released her and turned to Amelia who gave him an excited grin and smashed his lips against hers in a heated kiss. Amelia was ravenous for their first kiss and she returned it with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. Her free hand reached up to stroke his chest, her tongue tussling with his inside her mouth as he claimed her.

At the same time, Narcissa brought her face to his neck and clamped her lips against his skin, her teeth and tongue exploring the area. She sucked harshly enough to leave a mark but she did not care. Her hand was moving back and forth alongside Amelia's, both women working relentlessly to make him cum, their bodies pressing against him from all sides.

He let out a groan as Amelia pulled back from their heated kiss, her eyes full of challenge.

"You better be as aggressive when you fuck me," she growled, making him grin. She ran a hand down his abs, her fingernails tracing patterns on his skin, before she parted her folds and shoved her fingers inside her pussy, a soft moan escaping her. As she stroked him, she moved her fingers to his lips, and with a seductive smile, she fed him her sticky wet juices. Harry's eyes glinted as he took her fingers in, sucking on the wet warmth while she watched him with eyes full of lust.

"How do I taste?" She asked. Harry responded by slamming his lips back against hers, pulling her firmly against himself. Her large tits, hidden beneath her lace bra, smashed up against his chest and Harry grabbed her breast over the bra, squeezing firmly. Amelia let out a lewd moan of pleasure, kissing him back.

Narcissa grinned at the sight and moved lower, her hot breath fanning over his thighs. She began gliding her fingers over his skin, pausing only briefly to let him relish the sensation before she lowered her mouth.

Harry gasped into the kiss when he felt her soft lips and warm mouth envelop his hard-on, slowly descending on his cock as she began to devour him. Her lips were wrapped around his cock, her tongue joining the fray as she began to move her head back and forth, sucking and licking with her damn talented mouth and sending shockwaves of pleasure through him.

Harry's back arched when Amelia's mouth left his lips and descended, clamping down on his neck. She sucked hard, kissing and nibbling on his skin as she lowered herself further. She moved to his chest, using her tongue to tease his nipples while she watched his face through her eyelashes. His eyes were closed in pleasure, and with a smirk, she took a nipple in her mouth and sucked hard.

He reached out and grabbed Amelia by the hair, pulling her head towards him. "You think you can break me?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. Her eyes blazed with lust as he pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her hard, and she kissed him back heatedly.

Narcissa took advantage of his distraction to move even lower and she buried her mouth even deeper onto his cock, lodging him deep within her throat. She barely gagged as she began to blow him, her tight throat stimulating him with even more fervor.

Harry threw his head back and groaned. He tried to keep his focus as Amelia began kissing and sucking all over his neck, her hands roaming all over his body. He was doing his best, but they were making it so damn difficult.

As Amelia devoured his entire body with her hot kisses and caresses, Harry moved his hand to Narcissa's head and encouraged her to continue as his other hand squeezed Amelia's breasts one after the other.

"You're good," Harry grunted, "Both of you are so good."

The next few minutes were a blur of sensation. Lips, teeth, and tongues worked on every inch of his body, each touch sending him closer to the edge. He could feel the pressure building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within him as Narcissa kept up her ministrations, furiously deepthroating him. She even brought her hands into play, caressing his body with one while the other fondled his balls.

Grunting, he pushed his fingers into Amelia's hair and pulled her up. She grinned and kissed him again, her body fully pressed against his. He felt her large tits squashed up against his chest and he reached around her, grabbing both her ass cheeks and squeezing them firmly. She gasped into the kiss when his hand descended and probed her wet entrance, finding how slick and ready for him she was, before he parted her folds and ran a finger up her slit.

He was determined to last, to win the challenge they had so playfully laid out. He knew he was close, but that was his strength now. He kept running his finger up and down Amelia's slit, kissing her firmly as he mauled her ass. Did he say he could most definitely bounce a galleon off that ass?

They might have pushed him to the brink, but he would not fall. He would not yield.

The ten minutes came, the last few seconds a blur of Narcissa's deepthroating skills and Amelia's desperate attempts to stimulate his entire body. Harry was sure that they had divided their tasks to suit each other's strengths, but even then, they had failed.

He pushed back from the edge of his orgasm, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He broke the kiss with Amelia, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. With a triumphant look on his face, he stared down at the two women, their faces flushed and their breathing labored. Narcissa was especially spent after deepthroating him for minutes. He saw the mixture of frustration and grudging admiration in their eyes.

"Well?" he asked with a smirk, his voice still a little rough around the edges.

Amelia was the first to speak, a small sigh escaping her lips. "Damn you, Harry," she said, joining Narcissa in front of his cock that was glistening with a mixture of his precum and Narcissa's thick saliva. Her admiring gaze lingered on his manhood.

Narcissa simply nodded, her eyes still smoldering as she gave Amelia a small smirk.

Harry suddenly pushed both women away, causing them to fall back on their knees. He grabbed each of their hands and pulled them towards him. He had one of each hand in each of his, and he pulled them up so they were standing on either side of him. He watched their faces turn from surprise to amusement, clearly excited to see what he was going to do.

Quickly, he turned them around so they both were facing the opposite direction.

He reached out and ran a finger down their naked spines, watching them shiver under his touch, and smirking, he pushed them into a kneeling position again, but this time, both were facing away from him with their bodies pressed against the bed. He cupped their perky rears, squeezing and caressing their unblemished curves before he spread their legs, watching how soaked both their knickers were. He smiled down at them, his eyes full of fire and arousal.

"Now, it's my turn," he whispered, his voice rough with lust. He leaned over and lowered his head to Amelia's neck, his teeth and tongue finding the sensitive skin along the side. The redhead arched her back, feeling his erection press into the crack of her ass, and she rubbed it against him, feeling him respond. Harry ran a hand down her body, cupping her tits as he pulled her closer. Amelia thrust her tits against his hand, quickly taking whatever clothes she had left on her person, and Harry pulled her soaked knickers down her legs.

"Now that's some nice scent," he praised, taking a long whiff. He threw it over to Narcissa who took in her scent as well, giving him a wicked grin. Chuckling, he spanked his blonde lover on her curvy ass, watching it jiggle enticingly. The sight never got old.

Amelia kept rubbing herself on his manhood and Harry allowed her to derive as much pleasure from him as she could in the position she currently was. He had every intent to prolong it as much as he wanted. While one of his hands played with her tits, his other hand slowly descended, caressing her flat belly on its way to her mound. He relished the gasp that left her utterly kissable lips when he finally made contact, touching her intimately, before he began to rub her folds in slow, gentle strokes.

Amelia let out a loud moan of pleasure as Harry teased her pussy, his fingers stroking her up and down, gently pressing on her taut lips. Her toes had curled, her eyes closed, as she drowned herself in the sensation of him manipulating her body according to his whims and desires. She had never known pleasure like this could even exist, and they had only started! She had no idea how much it would escalate when it finally claimed her as his.

If Narcissa thought she had gotten away with it, she was sorely mistaken. She was watching them while still on her arms and knees when she felt Harry's hand on her arse, stroking lightly. His touch sent shivers all across her skin and her eyes widened when he quickly worked on her lingerie, taking them off with ease. She shivered as the cold air blew on her naked skin, especially when she felt it against her slick womanhood, but it did not compare to the shudder that coursed through her at his touch.

Harry repeated it with Narcissa, his fingers finding her lower lips and gently teasing her. He elicited a moan of pleasure from the blonde whose back arched as his fingers stroked her slick lips.

After Harry deemed that he had teased them enough, he ventured further, his fingers dipping in their slick heat. Both the blonde and the redhead moaned out loud, their eyes trained on each other's faces contorted in pleasure, and as one, they grinned. Smirking, Harry parted their folds even further, sinking another finger inside them, and gently tugged.

His fingers knew exactly how to bring them to the edge. They were panting, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. He was winning. He could feel it. They had thought they could get him to come undone in ten minutes. Well, he'd show them. He'll get them to come undone within five.

He leaned over and began to pepper their necks with kisses and licks, nibbling gently enough to leave a small mark but no injury. He did not want to hurt them, even though he had a feeling both women liked it a bit rough. He gave both the women equal attention, kissing them hard enough to leave bruise marks on their skin. He knew they would love those hickeys.

Once he'd had his fill, he moved from licking and biting their necks to giving each of them the attention they deserved between their legs. The moans they released when his tongue and lips joined his fingers in pleasuring them were one to relish, and he began to alternately eat them out from behind while he fingered them. Their little pussies had swollen, glowing a glaring red and gushing with their release, and his tongue and fingers kept up the offensive, creating chaos of arousal and heat.

They had been playing with him, but he was going to break them.

He could feel it from the way their muscles were tensing, the way their breathing was accelerating, and the sounds they were making that this was beyond anything they had been prepared for, especially Amelia. Narcissa was more or less used to it, even though that did not make it any less pleasurable, but Amelia was another matter. The redhead had lost most, if not all her bravado, reduced to a moaning, shivering mess that kept her thick ass hiked high in the air and presented her bald pussy to her new (and only) lover without any inhibitions. He would make sure she would be so addicted to him after this night that he would be the only one accompanying any thought of sex she ever had.

Both Amelia and Narcissa groaned in protest once again when he brought them to the edge, pulling back before they were able to find release. He watched them as they tried to regain control, their bodies slick and trembling with desire.

He felt hands on himself and as he looked down, he saw both had grabbed onto his aching erection, giving him a few strokes and making the tension so high that he knew he was close to the edge again. Their earlier ministrations had brought him close, just as he had brought them.

He returned his focus to both women, his mind solely on their pleasure and not his own. He needed to make sure they were finished before he allowed himself to go over the edge. He dove in once again, pushing his fingers deep inside them, and began to move them in and out furiously. Their moans and gasps were music to his ears, the way they shivered under his ministrations while stroking his cock making his pleasure all the more intense. He kept moving his fingers in a rhythm that drove them mad. He felt their bodies shudder, their moans and cries echoing in the room. He continued until the last tremor had passed and then he stopped once again, pulling out.

As they both mewled in protest, Harry grinned and fell back. He pulled both women on top of him, his arms wrapped tightly around their waists as he held them by their tits. He watched their faces as they looked up over their shoulders at him, their eyes glazed with pleasure, their lips swollen and red.

"So… Was it fun?" he taunted them, his voice still thick with lust.

Amelia glared at him hungrily, "Bastard."

Harry let out a chuckle as Narcissa giggled. "You lasted again," she said, her voice full of awe as she stroked his manhood.

Harry smirked. "Damn right I did."

He pulled them both closer, his lips finding theirs one after the other in a kiss that was full of passion and victory. He had won their game a long time ago, but he knew this was far from over.

Kissing Narcissa firmly, Harry pulled away, his eyes dark with desire as they fixed on the two women.

"Now," he growled. "It's time to finish this."

Wordlessly, Narcissa slipped off him with a grin and pulled Amelia toward her so that his cock was lodged between the redhead's firm buttocks.

"Go on, take her," she urged, and Amelia turned to look at him, her eyes full of lust and desire.

"You ready?" Harry asked as he got up with Amelia, bending her over in front of him. The redhead fell on her hands and knees, her crimson locks spread all over her sweaty naked back, and with the same lustful eyes, she looked back at him.

"Fuck me then," she urged, and that was all Harry needed.

He properly took his place behind her, his throbbing manhood in his hand, and his eyes focused on those swollen and glistening pink lips. He knelt behind her and pressed the plump head of his cock between those soft slick folds before briefly rubbing it up and down, teasing her even more.

Amelia let out a groan of protest, and Narcissa chuckled. Harry glanced over at her and grinned as he met her eyes. She was enjoying this a lot.

Slowly, he pushed ahead, breaching past her slit. The head popped inside her with a wet sound, and Harry kept at it, gently burying more than half of his length inside her.

"Relax yourself, Bones," Narcissa said. "You'll soon get used to him."

The redhead raised her head to glance over at the blonde who gave her a supportive nod before she closed her eyes, a low guttural groan rising deep within her throat as her mouth opened in a silent 'O'.

Harry let out a groan at the feeling of this incredible tightness that had enveloped his member. His cock throbbed eagerly as it slowly slid inside Amelia's velvet pussy and as he buried more and more of his length inside her, he reached up to gently stroke her naked back, pushing her lustrous crimson hair out of the way.

Amelia fell over, pressing her face into the pillow that Narcissa threw at her, and her back arched on its own to offer more of herself to her lover.

"Morgana… so big…" She whispered in a muffled sort of tone, her eyes barely open. She had never taken a real cock inside her before, having pleasured herself with her conjurations until now, and nothing had felt like this. She didn't truly know if she could take all of him inside her, but her desire had won out. She wanted this. She wanted him.

Harry stopped once he was almost entirely inside her to let her get used to being so stretched out. He leaned over and began to pepper her shoulder and neck with soft kisses, his hand reaching out to gently fondle her breast. He rolled and pinched her nipple between his fingers, his lips sucking on her skin softly as Amelia's breathing slowly became normal once again.

"Wow!" She whispered once Harry pulled back and straightened behind her. "I had no idea it'd feel so good! You can move now, Harry. I want moooorrreeee!"

She let out a squeal when Harry grinned and thrust the rest of his cock inside her in one firm push. Amelia's eyes widened before she moaned hotly when she felt him start to pull back, and she was about to protest when he slammed back into her with a harsh thrust once again.

"Oh Harry!" She cried out as Harry began to move back and forth, slamming his cock deep into her with long, firm strokes. Her fists clenched on the sheets, her head thrown back as Harry gripped her buttocks, his fingers sinking into her pillowy flesh for leverage as he kept ramming into her hard and fast.

"Fuck!" Amelia cried out. "Fuck me! Yesss! Oh Harry! Mmm… I'd no idea I could feel so full! So fucked! Oh Morgana Yesss!"

"Oh wow, she's a vocal one," Narcissa said in wonder, grinning, as she watched Harry thrust furiously into Amelia from behind. She had initially feared that he might break her in half, but after seeing how enthusiastic the redhead was, both in her words as she kept moaning out loud and in her actions as she thrust her hips back against his thrusts with urgency, she believed the woman belonged right where she was. Her eyes alight, she gazed at Harry who, feeling her eyes on him, glanced over. "Fuck her, Harry! Ruin her for anyone else!"

"I'm already ruined!" Amelia cried out. "Fuck! There's no other cock for me! Morgana, fuck! Keep fucking me, you bastard!"

Harry grinned ferally once he heard her cries and he felt a powerful surge of pleasure go through him. He began to slam even harder inside her, grinning as she kept moaning and crying, her sounds mixing with the loud smacks of his hips slapping against her ass cheeks echoing in the room. He was sure they could easily be heard downstairs where their hostess and several other servants must be working on dinner, and the thought of that sexy veela who he already had his eyes on hearing Amelia being passionately fucked by him made him even more primal.

Amelia did not know what had come over her or what was happening. One moment, she was feeling the biggest thing ever pass through her pussy walls, and the next, she had lost all control over herself. She could hardly believe she was the one uttering those obscenities, having never thought that she had it in her, but she had never expected that she would ever be so powerfully fucked either. Now she understood the truth of Narcissa's words and the warning the woman had given her before they had arrived in this room.

Harry was indeed an incredible lover, but he was also capable of rutting animalistically. She didn't know she would like it that rough, but now that she had tasted it, she found she didn't want to stay away.

Narcissa had been near the edge already and the sight in front of her did not help her in any way. Her eyes fell on Amelia's large tits—easily bigger than hers—and with a grin, she reached out and cupped them, pulling on her hard, pebbled nipples. Her eyes fell on Amelia's face and she smirked. The woman looked like she had gone to heaven. Taking the opportunity, she scooted over and pushed the pillow to the side, taking her place right in front of Amelia and pulling her face to her pussy.

Amelia had lost her senses, and when she felt something hot and wet against her lips, she glanced over and immediately went to work. The intoxicating aroma she could feel wafting off Narcissa's pussy enhanced the sensation of behind pounded so powerfully by Harry even further.

Meanwhile, Narcissa groaned in approval when the redhead began eating her out, and she resumed fondling her tits, pinching and pulling at her nipples. She was surprised when Amelia kicked things up a notch, her fingers joining in to stimulate her clit, and a loud cry escaped her.

"Oh, you dirty bitch," Narcissa moaned, making Amelia grin against her pussy as she ate her out. She had wanted to last a bit longer but with this frenzied assault on her clit, she could feel herself getting driven closer to the edge. It did not take long for her to realize Amelia's endgame. The redhead was close, and so was she.

It happened in an instant. Harry felt a familiar tightness envelop him, which was surprising considering Amelia had already been gripping him with impossible tightness. He grunted, his eyes widening, when both Amelia and Narcissa released loud wails, and without any conscious effort on his part, he let go.

Just as he felt the redhead's orgasmic juices flood all around his cock, he felt the head of his cock expand as he exploded deep inside her. Right at the same time, Amelia's mouth was flooded with Narcissa's release as the blonde orgasmed as well, the stimulation of her slit in tandem with the redhead eating her out being too much for her in that situation.

Panting, Amelia fell over on the bed, her face firmly pressed against Narcissa's pussy. The blonde was no better. She was on her back, gazing up at the ceiling as she breathed heavily. All the while, Harry lay on top of Amelia, holding himself up slightly over her on his arms, with his cock still lodged deep inside the woman's pussy, pulsing.

Right outside the door, a massive flare of veela allure enveloped the entire corridor as a striking blonde woman dressed in immaculate robes fixed them up nicely, and with her legs shaking slightly and her breaths coming out in small gasps, she walked away.