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The Real Wizarding World Chapter Twenty-Eight

Harry, Hermione, and Emma sat around the dining table, having just finished their breakfast, and talking about what happened last night.

“It was just such a shock,” Hermione said. “I knew Neville had Lestrange kidnapped, but I never expected that.”

“I can’t really blame him,” Harry said. “…After everything she did to his parents.”

“He’s just so different from the boy I remember from Hogwarts,” Hermione continued. “They all are,” she said, thinking about what Ron, the twins, and even what Malfoy had done.

“I think we need to accept that things aren’t black and white anymore,” Harry said. “Maybe they never were.”

Hermione nodded reluctantly. ‘There’s no point in dwelling on it,’ she thought. ‘At least this way, Lestrange can’t escape, and hurt someone else.’

“What I don’t understand is why Percy did all this,” Emma said. “Going after Lestrange was a lot more trouble that it was worth, and then going through all the extra work to create the fake letter. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“It could have been for revenge,” Harry said, revealing his own motivations. “I mean, there’s no shortage of people she killed or tortured.”

“That’s true,” Hermione agreed. “She’s tried to kill all of us at one point or another, and that’s not even counting the people she killed in the last war.”

“Percy also knew about Neville’s obsession with finding her, and how much money he already spent searching for her. He probably saw it as a big pay day on top of everything else,” Harry said, adding on to Hermione’s point.

An owl flew through the open window, with a letter tied to its legs, cutting their conversation short. It settled on the table and cocked out its leg to Harry.

Harry untied the letter and watched the owl fly off.

“How was the owl able to find us?” Emma asked curiously.

“The wards are undetectable to wizards and witches, but owls are allowed entry. Provided they’re not carrying anything dangerous.” Harry explained as he unfurled the letter.

He smiled as he read it. It was from the covens, a formal invitation. Neville had come through for him.

“What is it?” Hermione asked.

“It’s from the covens,” Harry replied, handing her the letter. “There’s going to be a meeting in a month’s time.”

“You have the option of forming your own coven, or joining an existing one,” Hermione added after scanning through the letter.

“Despite everything we found out about them, I think we can trust Ron, the twins, and Neville,” Harry said.

“Yes,” Emma agreed. “It doesn’t seem like they had anything to do with us getting captured.”

“Ok, so that’s the minimum four members,” Hermione said as she read through the rest of the letter, “and you can have up to seven.”

“Hmm,” Harry said, scratching his head. “Is there anyone else we haven’t thought of to contact?”

“No, not that I can think of,” Hermione said shaking her head.

“Alright,” Harry said moving on. “The others are going to want to… celebrate,” Harry said delicately. “And unlike the other times we spoke to them, we can’t leave. Are you going to be ready for that?”

Hermione and Emma looked at each other and nodded, both of them coming to the same conclusion. The things they did with the other girls was a small price to pay to find out the truth, and to find the person who ordered their kidnapping, and sent them down this path.

“Alright, then we just have to send out the invitations,” Harry said.

“I can take care of that, Master,” Emma replied.

“Ok,” Harry agreed. “While you’re doing that, I think it’s about time I returned this money to my vault,” he said, gesturing to the numerous chests sitting in the living room.

“Good idea Master,” Hermione agreed. “The living room is basically unusable like this.”

“What about you, Hermione?” Harry asked. “Do you want to stay here, or would you like to take a trip to Gringott’s?”

Hermione bit her lip, thinking about it. They had spent the last few days on the island, and as much as she loved it here, she wanted a change of scenery, at least for a few hours.

“I’ll come along too,” Hermione agreed.

“Have fun, you too,” Emma said as she went off in search of a quill and parchment.

Hermione threw a cloak over her swimsuit and buttoned it closed. “Bye Emma,” she said, kissing Emma before joining Harry at the fireplace.

“Gringott’s bank,” Harry said, throwing a pinch of floo powder into the fireplace, disappearing with Hermione in a swirl of green light.

Hermione stepped out of the large Gringott’s fireplace. The scent of musty parchment, along with the distant sound of scratching quills, greeted her.

Gringott’s hadn’t changed at all since the war. The lines were still just as long, and the goblins were as rude as they had always been.

Coming here always reminded her of the first time she set foot in the Wizarding world. A soon to be first year that had no idea of what she was getting herself into.

She followed behind Harry, joining one of the lines. As she looked around, she couldn’t help but notice things she had missed before about the witches and wizards waiting in line.

There were more than a few witches dressed like her, wearing knee length robes and standing just behind the wizards they were here with. She even recognized a few of them from her days at Hogwarts.

Two lines over, she spotted Daphne Greengrass. Her aristocratic features and blond hair making her easily stand out amongst the crowd.

Hermione looked behind her, noticing a shapely brunette following closely behind her with her head bowed. Her eyes widened as she made the connection. It wasn’t only wizards that had slaves, but witches as well.

Harry followed Hermione’s gaze to Daphne, remembering how good the blond was for his former business. Once she established her finishing school, the demand for his services had nearly tripled.

He would have to find an excuse to enroll Hermione and Emma with her to finish their training soon.

Harry spotted quite a few of his previous clients as they reached the head of the line.

“Name,” the goblin asked in a bored tone.

“Harry Potter, here to make a deposit,” Harry replied.


“I have it here,” Harry said, holding up his key.

“Proceed to the cart,” the goblin said, pointing a bony finger to the right.

Just as they sat down in the cart, the goblin sitting inside pulled a lever. They jolted forward, descending into the network of tunnels that crisscrossed the lower levels of the bank.

Hermione gripped the armrest tightly. This was her least favorite part of Gringott’s. She much preferred to deal with the goblins at the counter rather than take the rickety cart that shared far too many similarities with a roller coaster for her liking.

The heavy door closed behind them as the left the lobby, enveloping them in darkness. The single flickering lantern hanging from the side of the cart only barely illuminated the tracks in front of them as they quickly picked up speed.

Harry looked at Hermione, then at the white knuckle grip she had on her armrest. A sly grin formed on his face as he got an idea.

He reached into the folds of Hermione’s robes, dipping his fingers into her bikini bottoms, and slid two fingers into her cunt. At the same time, he activated Hermione’s plug, setting it to a low vibration.

Hermione’s eyes shot open as she clamped her legs together and looked at Harry, gasping in surprise.

Harry smiled at her, holding his finger to his lips before pointing at the back of the goblin’s head.

Hermione vehemently shook her head. She had no intention of doing THAT here. She desperately wanted to pull his hand away, but that would also mean letting go of her arm rest.

She looked at Harry pleadingly, but he just continued to grin slyly at her, pumping his fingers inside her. Hermione bit her bottom lip, fighting to keep from moaning out loud as her body tensed with pleasure.

As the cart continued to rattle down the tracks, Harry slid his hand inside Hermione’s cloak. He could feel the warmth of her skin as he cupped her breast, pinching her nipple, eliciting a soft moan from his slave.

Hermione hoped desperately that the goblin hadn’t overheard her as Harry continued to tease her. Without realizing it, she arched her back, pushing her chest forward, the sensation almost overwhelming her senses.

Harry pressed his thumb against Hermione’s clit, feeling the slick wetness between her thighs. He could tell she was close now, just on the edge.

Hermione just barely caught herself before she moaned the second time. Why was Harry doing this to her? It was one thing when they were on the island, or convincing the others to join their side, but she certainly didn’t want to cum here. If the goblin saw her she would be mortified. She could never show her face at the bank again.

Her body, unfortunately for her, had other ideas. She could feel her wetness dripping down her legs as she got more and more aroused. The thought of the goblin turning his head and seeing her like this only adding to the thrill.

If he saw her, there would be no denials or lies that would convince him otherwise. Every time he looked at her, he would see a slut.

Hermione’s eyes darkened with desire as Harry worked a third finger inside of her. She released the vice-like grip her thighs held on his wrist as the sensations coursing through her body intensified.

She was so consumed by desire that she didn’t even realize the moment she released the death grip she had on her armrests as she caressed her heaving breasts.

Harry quickly clamped his hand over Hermione’s lips before she could let out another moan as he took in the state he had put his slave in. He loved seeing her this way. When she abandoned her inhibitions and succumbed to her base desires.

Hermione twisted her head from side to side as Harry’s skilled fingers worked her to her climax, trembling with pleasure as she approached the brink.

Then it all suddenly stopped. Harry had pulled his hand away. She felt a mix of surprise and frustration as she wondered why. Then she felt it. The cart was slowing down.

A moment later, the goblin stepped out of the cart and took the lantern in his hand. “This way,” he said, leading them the short distance to Harry’s vault.

Hermione looked down at her cloak to make sure it was still closed tight before she stepped out of the cart, joining Harry in front of the vault door.

“Key,” the goblin said, holding out his hand expectantly.

Harry fished the key out of his pocket, handing it to the goblin.

“The vault door will close behind you after you step inside,” the goblin said. “I’ll be waiting outside until you’re ready to leave.”

Hermione was ready to lay into Harry the moment the heavy vault door closed shut behind them. ‘How could he try to embarrass her like that?’ she thought. ‘The goblin could have turned around and caught them at any moment.’

Harry had other ideas as he crushed his lips to Hermione’s in a searing kiss as he pushed her up against the wall, pressing his body tightly against hers.

Hermione’s heart skipped a beat as Harry’s lips met hers, sending shivers of desire down her spine. The softness of his lips, the taste of him on her tongue, and the heat of his body against hers had her melting into his arms.

She felt the rustle of fabric as Harry unclasped her cloak. It slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

She let out a soft moan as Harry explored her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her breasts before pulling and tugging at the fabric of her bikini top. His skilled hands quickly found the clasp and unhooked it. A moment later she felt the cool air on her bare skin as he deftly threw her top aside.

Her bikini bottoms were the next to go as he tore them from her hips, ripping apart the delicate fabric and, leaving her fully exposed to Harry’s lustful gaze. Her heart raced with anticipation as she prepared herself for what Harry would do next.

Without breaking the kiss, Harry unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard shaft. He didn’t have time for teasing or foreplay. The way Hermione had reacted to his touch left him throbbing with desire.

Hermione coiled her legs tightly around Harry’s waist as she leaned against the rough stone of the vault, digging her fingers into his shoulders for support.

“GAWD,” Hermione groaned, shuddering with desire as Harry sheathed his throbbing cock inside her with a single thrust.

Harry thrust inside her with long, powerful strokes. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed through the vault as she moaned in delight. It was raw, intense, and overwhelming. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her in the most delicious ways.

“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted with each powerful thrust, her body glistening with sweat.

The pace Harry set was unrelenting. She knew there would be no stopping her orgasm this time. She locked her ankles around her master’s waist, pulling him deeper into her as he continued to fuck her. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge with each thrust.

A moment later, she let out a scream as her body convulsed in ecstasy. “Oh GOD! Master! UGH! UGH! UGH! I’m CUMMMMING!” She cried out, her juices flowing onto Harry’s cock as he continued to move inside her.

Harry was far from done as he pulled away from the wall, taking Hermione with him as he lay her down on a pile of galleons and continued his relentless pace. Each thrust accompanied by a soft moan from Hermione’s lips.

Hermione’s chest heaved as she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as Harry’s thrusts became more and more intense. His cock filled her completely, hitting just the right spot with each thrust.

“UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted as Harry quickly brought her to the edge of another orgasm. “OH GOD!!!” Her moans grew louder and more urgent as Harry held her on the edge, refusing to let her cum, letting the pleasure build until she thought she would explode.

“PLEASE!! UGH! UGH! MASTER OH GOD!!!” Hermione grunted, writhing underneath him, unable to contain herself. “I need to CUM!!” she begged, her voice desperate with need. “I NEED-” only to be cut off as Harry crushed his lips to hers with a fierce intensity that left her breathless.

Hermione’s body burned with arousal, desperate for release. She bucked her hips, trying desperately for the orgasm her master denied her, but he ignored her pleas, keeping her just on the edge.

She didn’t even have time to react when Harry withdrew his cock, and flipped her on her stomach, before plunged back insider her.

“UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted as the new angle added to the intensity, allowing Harry to penetrate even deeper insider her.

She pressed her cheek against the pile of galleons on the floor as Harry gripped her hips, continuing to fuck her towards a mind blowing orgasm.

Hermione moaned and gasped for breath. She felt the sweat on her forehead and the heat emanating from Harry’s body.

She had never fucked him on her own before, and the thought of having all his attention sent shivers of desire down her spine. It was both exhilarating and humbling to be the sole focus of his attentions.

She let out another keen of pleasure as her Master continued to fuck her, realizing now that she wasn’t enough to satisfy him on her own. She needed Emma by her side to share him with.

Harry reached down and twisted Hermione’s plug, bringing the vibration to its highest setting. He could feel the vibrations of Hermione’s plug buzzing away in her ass, adding another level of pleasure to what he was already experiencing.

“OH GAWD! UGH! OH GAWD! OH GAWD! UGH! PLEASE MASTER!!!” Hermione begged, her voice echoing off the stone walls of the vault as Harry fucked her.

The part of her mind that could still think rationally wondered how Harry could keep up a pace like this. Every nerve in her body was alive with sensation, making it impossible to focus on anything else but the pleasure coursing through her, and her need for release.

“AAAHHH!!” Hermione let out a piercing cry. It was like a bomb went off when Harry finally let her cum. Her body convulsing with pleasure, heightened even more by the sensation of Harry’s release a moment later. It was a moment of pure bliss that left her both spent and satisfied.

Hermione collapsed to the ground, her skin damp with a thin sheen of sweat. She breathed hard, trying to recover. Harry had been like a wild animal, fucking her relentlessly. She wasn’t even sure she could walk straight, but she couldn’t help the thrill she felt over what they had just done.

Harry zipped himself up, admiring the captivating sight of Hermione’s thoroughly recently ravished body, sprawled upon a pile of gold coins. Their combined juices leaked out of her pussy and dripping down her supple thighs. Her hair tangled, and chest heaving, she had never looked more beautiful to him.

The sight was enough to get him hard again, but he pushed down his desires. As much as he had enjoyed fucking Hermione, he knew he couldn’t spend all day in here with her, not with a goblin waiting for them outside.

He idly wondered if the goblin had heard them in the cart, or from outside the vault. Someone had mentioned to him the goblins had excellent hearing.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the shrunken trunks, remembering the reason he had wanted to come here in the first place.

As Hermione continued to recover, he unpacked the trunks and returned their contents to his vault. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over him, knowing that his plan had gone off without a hitch.

He picked up the remains of Hermione’s bikini, examining the torn fabric. He had been even less careful than he thought when he tore them from Hermione’s hips. They were a lost cause. He had ripped the strings clean off in his rush to remove them.

He couldn’t even use his wand to repair them, not unless he wanted to set off the new security measures the goblins had implemented after they broke into Bellatrix’s vault during the horcrux hunt.

Hermione sat up, looking around for her bikini bottoms. When her eyes settled on the scraps of torn fabric in Harry’s hands, she put two and two together, wondering what she was supposed to do now.

“Sorry Hermione,” Harry said apologetically as he put the remains of her bikini in his pocket. “But it looks like your top survived,” he said, handing it to her.

Hermione sighed as she put the top in the pocket of her cloak and buttoned it closed, not seeing much point in putting it on without the bottoms.

“Thanks Harry,” Hermione said dryly. “Can you tell I’m naked under this?” she asked.

“No,” Harry lied, avoiding any mention of the faint outline of her nipples poking through her cloak.

The ride back to the lobby was far more subdued than the ride down to the vault, which Hermione was immensely grateful for. She had been so lucky that the goblin hadn’t caught them.

Just as they were leaving, the goblin caught Harry’s eye before winking at him. Harry hid his smile before Hermione noticed and they walked out of the bank.

Emma looked up from her seat on the couch when the fireplace flared to life, depositing Hermione and Harry back on the island.

She took in Hermione’s disheveled appearance and smiled knowingly. “It looks like you got up to a little more than making a bank deposit.”

Hermione flushed as she took in her appearance in the living room mirror. “Oh god,” she moaned. “The whole of Gringott’s probably knows what we did.”

Emma’s smile grew at the embarrassed look on Hermione’s face, and the satisfied look on Harry’s. “I’m sorry I missed it.”

Hermione shed her cloak with a huff as she sat down on the couch.

“What happened to your bikini, Hermione?” Emma teased. “You were wearing it when you left, right?”

“Ask Master,” Hermione replied petulantly.

Harry placed the tattered remains of Hermione’s bikini on the coffee table. “We got a little carried away,” he said, not even bothering to hide his mischievous grin.

“Now I’m really sorry I missed it,” Emma smiled.

“What are you wearing?” Hermione asked, as she took in Emma’s appearance for the first time.

“You like?” Emma asked, doing a spin.

Emma wore a version of the Hogwarts school uniform that would have certainly turned a lot of heads if she ever wore it in public.

She wore a black pleated skirt that went halfway down her thighs, sheer black stockings with a matching garter belt, and a pair of sling-back stiletto heels.

Her white silk blouse had the first four buttons undone, making it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. She finished the look with a tie in the classic Gryffindor, red and gold.

“I certainly do,” Harry agreed as he drank in the sight of in front of him.

“Yes, but why are you wearing it?” Hermione asked curiously.

“I had a thought,” Emma said, posing seductively. “Your friends seemed a little reluctant to join us. It was only after they loosened up a little that they agreed. What if they have second thoughts? They might need a little more… motivation.”

“I’ll admit, that thought hadn’t occurred to me,” Harry agreed. “It’s a good point.”

“Exactly,” Emma smiled. “That’s why I sent the invitations out like it was a party, with a Hogwarts theme.”

Harry smiled, immediately liking Emma’s idea. Fred and George hadn’t been especially enthusiastic about joining him, and this could be just what he needed to keep them on board.

It was a subtle detail, something he would have missed if not for Emma, further reinforcing his belief that Hermione and Emma were vital to his future plans.

Hermione nodded along, following Emma’s logic. It would derail their plans completely if any of the others backed out now.

“I think this calls for a celebration,” Harry said. “Let’s go to the basement. There’s something down there I’d like to show you.”

Hermione and Emma shared a look, already having a good idea how their master wanted to spend the evening.

They eagerly followed him down the stairs to the basement, excited for what Harry had planned for them.

“Over here, Hermione,” Harry said as he led her to the center of the room, and pulled down a set of manacles, and attached them to her wrists. A moment later, the chains retracted, pulling Hermione up to the tips of her toes.

Hermione struggled to balance on her toes, trying to avoid the manacles taking her full weight.

“Put this on Emma,” Harry ordered, handing Emma a six-inch purple strap-on.

Emma smiled as she buckled it around her waist. She hadn’t used one of these since Arcanum caught them. She ran her hand up and down the shaft of the dildo, still amazed at how it connected so seamlessly to her nervous system. It felt as if it was an actual part of her body.

Harry leaned against the wall, letting Emma start first.

Emma moved in front of the Hermione, feeling a jolt of pleasure with each stroke of the smooth hard shaft between her legs.

Hermione’s eyes fixated on the dildo between Emma’s legs as she licked her lips in anticipation. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the wetness dripping down her thighs at the sound of Emma’s soft moans.

As Emma stepped forward, Hermione wrapped her legs around Emma’s waist, locking her ankles together behind her waist.

Emma reached down, positioning the dildo against Hermione’s slick folds. She parted them gently, enjoying the tightness of Hermione’s cunt clutching at her dildo as she slid deeper and deeper inside.

Hermione let out a moan of pleasure as Emma filled her. The dildo felt like an exact replica of Harry’s cock moving inside her.

She lifted her hips up, then brought them down, impaling herself on the dildo as she set a steady pace, loving how well it filled her.

Emma was quick to fall into rhythm with Hermione as she thrust her hips up to meet her.

“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” Hermione gasped as she rode Emma’s dildo. The feeling of the smooth dildo sliding in and out of her needy cunt was pure bliss.

Harry watched from the side, enjoying every second of the erotic display they were putting on for him. He could feel his erection pressed tightly against the waistband of his pants as he watched them writhing in pleasure.

‘I’ve waited long enough,’ Harry thought as he pulled down his zipper, and freed his cock. He moved in behind Hermione, getting a wink from Emma as she realized what he was about to do.

He reached down, pulling out the metal plug nestled between Hermione’s cheeks. Then let it drop to the floor as he pushed his throbbing member against her rosebud, teasing her rear entrance.

Hermione had been so focused on riding Emma’s dildo that she hadn’t even realized when Harry moved behind her. Her breath hitched at the sensation of his cock grinding against the rim of her ass.

Harry gripped Hermione’s hips, pulling her back onto him as he thrust forward, pushing the head of his cock into her tight ass.

Hermione let out a sharp cry, reveling in the mixture of pain and pleasure. The feel of his cock stretching her back entrance, driving her wild with desire.

Harry pulled the head of his cock from Hermione’s ass. Retrieving a bottle of oil, he applied it to Hermione’s delicate rosebud, using his fingers to massage it in, as he prepared her ass for his cock.

“OH GOD! That feels so good!!” Hermione said, letting out a groan of pleasure as Harry’s fingers probed her back door while Emma plundered her pussy.

Harry poured some of the oil on his throbbing cock before he pressed it against Hermione’s puckered asshole again. He pushed gently, earning a moan from Hermione as he slowly penetrated her ass.

“UUUUGGGGHHHHH!” Hermione groaned as Harry buried himself in her ass, marveling at how good it felt to have his full length inside her.

Harry pulled his cock from Hermione’s tight, velvety ass, savoring the feel of her muscles clenching around his cock until just his tip was left inside her. He then pushed his way back in, letting out a groan as she welcomed his cock back into her ass.

“OH GOD oh god!” Hermione moaned at the dual pleasure of Harry’s slow and deliberate pace, compared to the faster, relentless pace Emma set. It was intoxicating, making her feel almost light-headed as her two lovers rode her.

Harry could feel Hermione’s ass stretch around his cock, allowing him to pick up the pace to match Emma. When Emma pulled back, he pushed forward as they fucked her together in a steady rhythm.

“UGH! UGH UGH! UGH! UGH!” Hermione grunted as beads of sweat formed on her body. ‘God, I’m so close,’ she thought. ‘Just a little more.’

“Cum for me, Hermione,” Harry whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her neck, sending her over the edge. “Oh, Gawd!” she screamed, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm as she drenched Emma’s dildo with her juices.

Emma and Harry shared a knowing glance before they picked up the pace, pistoning in out of Hermione’s pussy and ass as they continued to ride her. “EEEEEEEK,” Hermione let out a high-pitched squeal, unable to contain her ecstasy. She was on the brink of another orgasm, her body quivering with anticipation.

Hermione’s body was slick with sweat now, glistening in the dim light as Harry and Emma fucked her. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!”

Emma buried her dildo in Hermione’s well fucked pussy at the same time as Harry plunged his cock into her tight ass, both of them erupting inside her at the same moment.

Hermione’s eyes widened in ecstasy as she felt their cum spray inside her, setting her off again. “GAWAD!” She screamed out a heart beat later, sharing in their mutual orgasm.

Harry and Emma pulled out, watching as their cum pooled out of Hermione’s cunt and asshole. They could see the flush on her skin and the tremble in her limbs, evidence of the intense pleasure they had just given her.

Harry unlocked Hermione’s wrists and helped her to the ground as Emma pushed the strap-on down her hips and knelt in front of Harry. She leaned forward, licking the cum off his shaft, and took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, sucking on it until she felt him get hard again.

Hermione lay on the ground, cum still leaking from her pussy and ass. Her breath coming in short gasps as she watched her lovers.

Harry ran his fingers through Emma’s hair as she sucked him. He could feel the warmth of her breath, and the wetness of her tongue on his shaft. He loved how she always made eye contact with him, stared up at him submissively as she knelt on the floor with his cock buried in her throat.

Emma pulled her lips off Harry’s cock with a soft pop and pushed him into the chair. crawled onto his lap, straddling him as she mounted his cock. She slid down, taking his hard cock all the way into her pussy as a moan escaped her lips.

She bounced up and down on his cock, riding him hard and fast. She could feel the slickness between her thighs, the wetness of her desire as she impaled herself on her master’s engorged cock.

Harry groaned in pleasure as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of Emma’s ass, kneading her cheeks as she rode him.

He reached down and pulled out Emma’s plug, letting it clatter to the floor. Then ran his fingers over her pussy lips, lubricating them with her cum before he pressed his slick fingers against her puckered hole, pressing them inside.

Emma moaned softly as she rode him, her hips grinding against his as she squeezed his fingers with her ass.

Hermione looked up as Emma rode Harry, then down at the strap-on laying at her feet before getting a wicked idea. She pulled it on, careful not to draw Emma’s attention as she crept in behind her.

Harry nodded to Hermione before he grabbed Emma’s ass cheeks, easing them apart. Emma’s ass felt smooth and warm in his hands as he held them firmly, exposing her most intimate area to Hermione’s hungry gaze.

Hermione looked down at the dildo between her hips, still glistening with her and Emma’s combined juices for a moment, then stepped in behind Emma.

Emma didn’t have time to react before she felt the head of a dildo pressing insistently against her asshole. A shiver of excitement tingled down her spine as she realized what Hermione was about to do.

She pressed her lips tightly against Harry’s as Hermione pierced her ass, burying the dildo deep inside her with a single thrust. She gasped around Harry’s lips, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain as her body adjusted to the intruder.

Emma let out a low grunt as Hermione grabbed her hips and slid in and out of her back entrance. The sound of their moans filled the air, mixing with the wet sounds of Harry thrusting into her slick pussy.

“Ohhhhhh, God! YES!! That feels so good!” Emma moaned as the dual pleasure rippled through her body. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted with each of their thrusts.

Harry and Hermione moved in sync, thrusting into her at the same time. She could feel every inch of them inside her, pushing her to her limits. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, not like this.

Hermione moved her hands up, grabbing Emma’s tits. She squeezed them firmly, rolling her fingers over her nipples as she continued to push into her from behind.

“GAWAD!!!!!!” Emma tilted her head back as she screamed out of her orgasm. It set off a chain reaction as Hermione came next. “UUUGGGGH!” filling her ass with cum, and finally Harry who emptied his load into her pussy with a grunt.

Emma slumped forward, resting her head on Harry’s shoulder, as Hermione leaned into her back. She was literally fucked into exhaustion by her two lovers.

Thanks for reading and supporting me. I hope you enjoyed the latest part.

I tried something a little different with the writing style for this chapter, adding more description to the scenes. Do you prefer it this way or the normal way I write the scenes?

I also thought my initial plan for the chapter didn’t have very much happening in it so I added the part about Hermione and Harry going to Gringotts to push the story forward a little more.

Thanks for reading,


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