On the morning of the second day of the conclave Harry sat with Hermione and Emma eating breakfast, watching as the rest of his coven mingled, discreetly looking for whatever information they could find out about Krum and his coven.
He looked across the room at Krum, angrily chopping at his food, clearly still infuriated that his show of force had fizzled out, then at his slave sitting beside him. A smirk worked its way onto his face as he noticed the changes in her appearance, making her look a little more like Hermione and Emma than before, but still not quite right. Everyone could see that she was nothing more than a pale imitation of his slaves.
Viktor stared down at his eggs, seething. He still didn’t understand how the plan had gone so wrong. He saw Potter drink the potion with his own eyes, but somehow it didn’t affect him the way it should have, ruining his plans to leave with Hermione and Emma that very night.
He spoke with Alexei long into the night, deciding the best course of action. Potter had made him look weak in front of the other covens. It wasn’t something he could let stand. That was when Alexei hit on the idea to kill two birds with one stone.
He would challenge Potter to a duel. Magus or not, he was at his weakest, both financially and politically. The rumor was he grossly overpaid for his slaves, wiping out much of his family fortune, and with a distinct lack of allies, it was a vulnerability he could exploit, all while furthering his long-term plans.
Viktor stood up with Alexei in tow, making his way to Potter’s section of the hall, ready to put him in his place. “We have a problem, Potter,” he said, no longer seeing the need to pretend they were friends.
“Oh?” Harry said, raising an eyebrow. “What problem would that be?” He asked, interested to see what he and Levski had spent the night concocting.
Hermione averted her eyes from Krum, following the training Daphne had put her through. After the way Krum behaved the previous night, she knew there was nothing left of the boy she met at Hogwarts. She didn’t want him to see the anger in her eyes over what he planned to do to her and her mother, not until the right moment.
“There is a piece of territory the triumvirate awarded your coven. It has traditionally been under my jurisdiction, and I want it back,” Viktor demanded.
“This is the territory we speak of,” Alexei said, placing a map on the table as he tapped on an insignificant speck of land.
Harry stared at the map, trying to understand Krum’s play. The magical population living there was small, almost insignificant. There was nothing of interest for miles in any direction, making him wondering what Viktor’s game was.
Luna sat down beside Harry, leaning over as she whispered into his ear. “You can’t let him have it,” she said urgently. “I’ll explain soon, trust me.”
Harry nodded, having no intention of giving Krum anything. “I’m sorry, Viktor, but that’s not possible. The triumvirate saw fit to give me that territory. Who am I to go against their wishes?”
Viktor’s eyes narrowed, realizing that Potter was trying to back out. “Do not worry about the triumvirate, worry about me,” he warned, staring down at Potter imperiously.
Alexei’s eyes widened at Viktor’s declaration. He looked around, noting that Viktor was loud enough for the other covens to overhear, and quickly went into damage control, knowing that threats, even verbal ones, were forbidden during the conclave, and could only be sanctioned by the triumvirate. “What Viktor is trying to say is that there is a way to handle situations like this. A duel, authorized by the triumvirate.”
“I’ll admit,” Harry started. “I’m not as well versed as you on the rules of the conclave, but in duels aren’t both sides supposed to wager something of equal value? What’s in it for me to even accept this duel?”
Neville quickly returned to the table, cutting his conversation short with the coven member he was speaking to as he saw an opportunity to undermine Vasiliev. “Harry,” he said, getting his friend’s attention as he tapped the map.
Harry smiled, seeing where Neville had pointed. “That’s perfect Neville, thank you.”
“You can’t be serious,” Alexei said in disbelief. “These territories aren’t even comparable. It’s worth ten times as much as the territory we want.”
“Well, that’s the only one I’m interested in,” Harry said, feigning boredom. “You could always back down,” he challenged, making sure his voice carried around the room. “If you don’t think you can win.”
“Alright Potter, you have a deal,” Viktor said with a vicious grin, eager to put Potter in his place. After all the training and rituals he’d undergone, the fight was already a foregone conclusion, anyway.
“That land has some of the Vasiliev family’s most profitable businesses,” Alexei hissed to Viktor, reminding his friend of what they might lose.
“Fine,” Viktor said, seeing his friends point. “Choose another territory Potter,” he ordered. “I grow tired of these games of yours.”
“That’s the only territory I’m interested in,” Harry denied. “You want to duel me? That’s what it’s going to take. Either accept it, or go back to your table with your tail between your legs,” he challenged, knowing that it would push Viktor’s buttons.
Viktor flared his nostrils, tapping down his anger at Potter’s dismissal, but the next thing he said had him fuming.
“Don’t tell me you’re backing down?” Harry asked, egging him on. “Or do you only fight duels when you have nothing to lose?”
Emma watched as Harry wound up Viktor, already knowing he had succeeded. Her master’s casual and uninterested demeanor infuriating Krum even more as he challenged his abilities. She could tell Viktor was dangerous, but he didn’t hold a candle to her master in terms of strength or skill.
“You’re on Potter,” Viktor growled, his eyes narrowed in anger as he stared Harry down.
Emma hid her smirk, knowing that nothing Levski said would make a difference now. Krum’s pride and ego were bruised, and he had no other way to save face.
“Viktor,” Alexei warned. “There are other ways we can handle this,” he said, hinting at how they normally dealt covens that stepped out of line.
“You worry too much, Alexei,” Viktor said, dismissing his friend’s concerns. “The wager does not matter. The outcome will be the same, regardless,” he added confidently.
Harry kept his face impassive as he watched Krum and Levski return to their table, but knew immediately that Levski was going to be a problem. He had too much of a calming influence on Krum, making his plans for dealing with him much more difficult. He shared a nod with Hermione and Emma who had come to the same conclusion.
A few hours later Harry stood across from the Viktor in the dueling chamber. He looked across the room at Krum, noting the smug look on his face. He was over confident, believing he had an easy victory in the bag. ‘I’m going to have to make this decisive,’ he thought, knowing that Krum was unlikely to challenge him openly again after today. He would need to make a statement.
One of the triumvirate members stood in the middle of the room, addressing both the duelers, and the crowd watching from the sidelines. “This duel will not be a duel to the death,” he stressed. “You will only battle until one of you is incapacitated or surrenders. No permanent damage,” he warned, stepping out of the dueling ring. “Begin!”
Harry watched Krum carefully, not wanting to underestimate him. He could hear the whispers of the crowd, some taking bets, others talking about Krum’s multiple victories, and savage dueling style, all of them seeing this duel as a forgone conclusion. He smirked, knowing they were in for a show.
He and Viktor slowly circled each other, analyzing each other’s movements, looking for any weakness or hesitation the other could exploit.
Viktor was the first to act, raising his wand, intent on a quick victory. “Crucio!” He shouted, believing the use of the unforgivable right out of the gate would throw Potter off his game, and keep him off balance, even if the spell didn’t connect.
Hermione couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her lips at Krum’s casual use of an unforgivable. She looked around the room, noting the other covens weren’t even phased by it. She bit her lip, worried for her master for the first time. It wasn’t always the strongest fighter that won, but the most vicious.
Without raising his wand, Harry side stepped the curse, using as little movement as possible, preferring to conserve his energy for the later stages of the duel as Krum wasted his magic. After what Luna told him about Krum, his choice of spells didn’t surprise him, but he chose not to respond in kind.
He needed to draw this out, expose Krum’s instability, and tarnish the image his coven painstakingly crafted for him as a skilled dueler and tactician, weakening his influence.
Snapping his arm up, he sent off a quick stupefy, gauging Krum’s reflexes as he got a feel for him.
Emma watched from her place in the crowd, confident in her masters’s abilities. The aftermath of their escape and the defeat of Arcanum’s thugs still fresh in her mind. Harry had easily defeated all of them, and she knew this would be no different.
Viktor’s eyes widened in surprise as the jet of red light flew towards him, raising a shield just before the spell impacted, sobering him considerably. ‘He’s fast,’ he thought, watching Potter wearily. ‘Maybe even as fast as me.’
Harry hid his smirk at Krum’s reaction. ‘He should have dodged,’ he thought, noting his amateurish strategy. Using a shield too early only wasted more of his magic.
Viktor quickly realized that drawing out this duel would be a mistake, only adding to Potter’s growing reputation. He would need to put him down hard and fast, erasing any growing doubts the covens had about his abilities. “Confringo! Confringo! Confringo!” He shouted, sending off a trio of blasting curses, two aimed at Potter’s shoulders, and one at his head. ‘You won’t dodge this one Potter,’ he thought confidently.
Hermione watched, still worried for her master. She hated to admit it, but Krum was far better than the Death Eaters they faced during the war. He was strong magically and didn’t have the same fatal flaw as the Death Eaters, believing the purity of his blood would ensure his victory.
Harry sensed the power behind Krum’s spells, knowing he couldn’t dodge all of them. It would also take more than a standard shield spell to block. “Protego Totalum!” he said, ducking his head and dodging to the right, catching one of Krum’s spells on his shield as the other two sailed past him.
Viktor felt a cold sweat on his brow at how easily Potter dealt with his attack. ‘His footwork is flawless, he thought, feeling a tinge of fear before he ruthlessly tapped it down. ‘He’s good, but I can beat him,’ he thought to himself. ‘I just need to step it up a bit more.’ “Bombarda Maxima!” He shouted, aiming the blasting curse at the ground, rather than at Potter directly, making it more difficult for him to dodge or shield against.
‘Not bad,’ Harry thought, using another shield to protect himself from the debris, ‘but not good enough.’ “Reparo,” Harry said casually, casting an overpowered repairing charm to fix the damaged floor afterwards.
Despite how well Harry handled himself throughout the duel, Hermione was still worried, remembering their time on the run from Voldemort. Harry was better, but it would only take one lucky spell from Viktor to turn the tides. She could only hope her master ended the duel quickly, instead of letting it drag on like this.
Viktor felt desperate. He hadn’t been in a position like this since the tri-wizard tournament. ‘Potter’s playing with me,’ he realized after the casual display of power with his overpowered Reparo. ‘He hasn’t even gone on the offensive yet.’ “Impedimenta! Impedimenta! Impedimenta! Impedimenta!” He shouted, hoping one of the fast moving spells would slip past Potter’s defenses and slow him down, giving him a chance to turn the duel around.
Harry snapped up his wand, using it to bat each of Krum’s spells away from him, redirecting them harmlessly to the floor and ceiling. He could tell by the chatter from the spectators his performance had the desired effect, showing off his skills, and also diminishing Krum’s reputation.
Emma couldn’t hold back her smirk this time as Harry took full control of the duel. Viktor was on the attack, but it was only because her master allowed it. He could flip the switch any time he desired and take Viktor down in seconds, but he wanted to draw it out and make Viktor look like a rank amateur.
“Glacius! Glacius! Glacius!” Viktor shouted, shooting off spikes of ice aimed at Potter’s head, adding some extra power behind his spells for good measure. He could feel the beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, and knew he couldn’t allow this to go on for much longer.
Harry dodged and weaved around the spells, conserving his magic. ‘Just a little longer,’ he thought, knowing Krum couldn’t keep up this pace forever. He could see from the corner of his eye that he had the full attention of the covens now, and the more magic Viktor spent, the weaker he would look at the conclusion of the duel.
Ron looked around the room, noting the slack jawed faces of the covens, proud of his friend. He had just made Krum look like an amateur as it became clear just how one sided the fight really was. He could see the sweat pouring down Krum’s face as he tried to catch his breath. ‘It’s over,’ he thought confidently, knowing that Krum was done.
Viktor raised his wand to cast another spell, but struggled to think of what to cast. His spells were limited because of the triumvirate’s rules, and Potter had easily countered all his spells thus far. He hated the smug look on Potter’s face, not a hair out of place. ‘He doesn’t even look out of breath,’ he thought enviously.
Harry looked at Krum, tempted to kill him outright, despite Luna’s warnings. ‘It would be so easy,’ he thought. ‘One overpowered Bombarda is all it would take.’ But it would draw more attention from the triumvirate than he needed. He raised his wand, settling for just humiliating Krum, knowing that the loss would gnaw at him. ‘With any luck, it’ll push him into making another mistake,’ he thought. ‘One that his coven can’t sweep under the rug.’
‘Stop playing with him, master,’ Hermione mentally urged, seeing how tenuous Krum’s grip on his sanity really was, and how unpredictable that made him.
Harry raised his wand. “Petrificus Totalus,” he said, freezing Krum in place and bringing an end to the duel with a first year spell to add to his humiliation.
“The duel is over, Harry Potter is the winner,” the triumvirate member declared to the shocked applause of the watching audience.
Krum’s eyes darted around the room, a murderous look in his eyes, as he seething over being taken down by a simple school yard spell. Challenging Potter openly wasn’t a mistake he was going to make again, not with his choice of spells so limited. ‘Soon Potter,’ he promised himself. ‘I will take everything from you!’ he thought, promising himself he would repay this humiliation ten fold.
“Episkey,” Harry said, canceling the body bind spell he placed on Krum as he took the opportunity to make one more dig at him. “Good match,” he said, holding his hand out for Krum to shake, knowing the eyes of the triumvirate along with the covens were on both of them.
Viktor glared at Potter, shoving his hand away as he pushed past him and out of the dueling chamber without a backwards glance, not bothering to even wait for the rest of his coven.
Hermione breathed a visible sigh of relief as Viktor left the dueling chamber, glad that it was over with. She had never known how hard it was to simply watch from the sidelines as the man she loved dueled someone as dangerous and unhinged as Krum until this moment.
Dimitri watched Viktor leave, a look of consternation on his face, not sure who he should be more angry with. Potter for playing them, or Viktor for losing the duel, and putting a chunk of his family’s bushiness under Potter’s territory.
Alexei, standing beside him, winced, knowing there would be a lot of damage control on his part to maintain their standing after this. ‘Potter is dangerous,’ he thought. ‘He held back during the duel and still easily beat Viktor. I couldn’t even gage his true strength,’ he thought, watching as Potter spoke with the other covens, accepting their congratulations, knowing that he was going to be trouble for them.
Harry sat down on the sofa, a content smile on his face, glad to be back on his island home. Talking to the other coven members had been exhausting, most of them not even worth his time. They all said the right words, but he knew when it came down to it, he couldn’t trust a single one of them, their political acumen even putting Fudge to shame.
Hermione looked at her master, a smoldering look in her eyes as he sat on the sofa, his legs splayed as he looked at the sunset. Sometimes she forgot how powerful he was. He rarely ever showed his full strength, but when he did, it was difficult to ignore.
It had been some time since she saw him in his element. The heat of battle, a wand in his hand as he decimated the competition.
He had improved so much since defeating Voldemort in their school days, and she couldn’t help the physical reaction he brought out in her. One glance at Emma was all it took for her to know she felt the same way. Her earlier worries for his safety greatly diminished after the conclusion of the duel.
They silently slipped out of their clothes, padding out to the sofa, kneeling down at Harry’s feet, each placing a hand on his thigh as they looked up at him, lust and desire filling their eyes.
Harry looked down with a bemused smile at his girls, already knowing what was going through their minds, and how insatiable they were. He gave them a nod, continuing to look at the sunset.
Hermione was the first to act, picking up on Harry’s silent challenge. She unzipped his pants, freeing his engorged cock, licking her lips with anticipation. Bending down, she bathed his cock with her tongue, preparing to take her master’s manhood in her mouth.
Emma leaned down as well, not wanting to be left out. She licked the underside of Harry’s balls at the same time, eager to have him inside her again.
Harry did his best to not show any outward reactions to his girl’s ministrations, but they weren’t making it easy for him, using all their newly acquired skills to gain his attention. He could feel their tongues delicately tracing along his shaft and balls, and bit back a groan of pleasure.
Emma smiled, catching Harry’s slip as she took his balls into her mouth, gently sucking and flicking on them with her tongue. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the aftereffect of watching her master duel, and so easily put Krum in his place. She rubbed her thighs together, remembering how powerful he was in that moment, and how she ached to have him inside her.
Hermione took the tip of Harry’s cock in her mouth, swirling the tip of her tongue on the head of his cock, then bobbed her head up and down, determined to get a reaction out of him.
Harry clenched his jaw, trying to contain himself, but knew it was a losing battle. His girls knew him far too well, and what he enjoyed. He ran his fingers through Hermione’s hair, gripping it tightly as Hermione took him in her throat as he let out a groan of pleasure.
Hermione smirked around Harry’s cock, knowing that she and Emma had won their game as she squeezed her throat around her master’s cock, adding to his pleasure. ‘It feels right,’ Hermione thought to herself. She had fought her urges for so long, but when she finally accepted them, it had been like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders she never knew she carried.
Harry loved her and Emma, cared for them both more deeply than she had ever felt in any of her previous relationships. She understood now that Harry didn’t make the decisions for her or control her life. He made the decisions she didn’t want to make, and her life was infinity better because of that.
Hermione leaned back, giving Emma a turn, now understanding what she had been trying to tell her from the beginning. The happiness she felt now would have never been in a normal relationship, and it was only Harry and Emma that could give her what she needed.
Emma took her place between Harry’s legs, happy that Hermione had finally got over her hangups. She wrapped her lips around Harry’s cock, swirling her tongue along the underside of his shaft as she sucked him, looking up into his eyes. She moaned around his engorged shaft, the smoldering look in her master’s eyes promising what was to come.
Harry leaned his head back, running his fingers through Emma’s hair as she bobbed her head, and Hermione lapped at his balls, adding to the pleasure coursing through his body. At times like this, he forgot about all his future plans, and could just enjoy the company of his girls.
He was just holding himself back now, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer against their talented tongues. Grabbing Emma’s hair, he held her in place as he came into her mouth with a loud grunt.
Emma tightened her lips around Harry’s cock, making sure to not let a single drop of his seed escape her lips as she pulled her lips from his cock.
“Share with Hermione, Emma,” Harry ordered, loving the sight of them sharing his essence between them.
Emma didn’t disappoint as she turned her head, pressing her lips against Hermione’s in a searing kiss, enjoying the salty-sweet taste of his seed.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” Harry declared, nowhere near ready to call it a night.
“Give us some time to get ready for you master,” Hermione asked, eager to try out one of the new outfits she found.
“Alright, you have an hour,” Harry replied, eager to see what Hermione had planned. He watched as his girls rose to their feet, padding to the bedroom before he stood up, pouring himself a glass of fire whiskey, then returned to watch the last rays of the sunset.
His thoughts drifted to the conclave, and the trouble Viktor would cause if left unchecked. He was even more unstable than Luna described. Aside from the triumvirate who were more than content with sitting back and letting Krum do as he pleased, there was no one else strong enough to stop him.
They were soft. Politicians at heart. They had the magic, but not the skill to win and fight wars, just squabble and make back room deals amongst themselves, ignoring the real threats at their door.
He could understand how Viktor had run roughshod over them, taking and doing what he wanted. ‘They have no idea how to deal with someone like him,’ he thought, draining the last of his whiskey.
His thoughts turned more carnal as he checked his watch, noting that the hour was nearly up. He got up, making his way to the bedroom. Thoughts of Krum and the triumvirate left behind as he joined his girls in the bedroom.
Hermione and Emma were waiting for him, wearing a matching set of black leather corsets that left their breasts exposed, along with leather stockings that reached their mid thighs. Their arms were bound behind their backs with leather straps at their forearms and their wrists as they stood at attention, waiting for him.
Harry walked around his girls slowly, letting out a low whistle as he took in their appearance appreciatively. “This was certainly worth the wait,” he complimented, resting his palms on the base of their plugs, and activating them to a low rumble. “On the bed,” he ordered, slapping their asses lightly.
Hermione and Emma let out yelps of surprise, looking over their shoulders with sultry looks as they made their way to the bed.
Emma lay down on her back, and Hermione crawled on top of her, grinding her pussy against Emma’s as they waited for Harry to join them.
Harry smiled at the sight, and went to the nightstand, pulling out the ring the twins gave him. He put it on, standing behind them as he lined up his cocks with Hermione and Emma’s dripping pussies. He teased their slick entrances for a moment before sliding inside, loving the velvety tightness of of their cunts.
Starting at a slow pace, he rocked his hips forward, pumping his cocks into his girl’s slick pussies as they moaned wantonly underneath him. He loved taking them this way. The dual pleasure of taking both their cunts at the same time was indescribable.
Hermione pressed her lips against Emma’s in a searing kiss, as she pushed her hips back to meet Harry’s thrusts, loving the way his cock stretched her pussy.
Harry continued to thrust into his girls, slowly picking up the pace. He reached out, gripping the base of Hermione’s plug, and activating it to its maximum setting.
Hermione tore her lips from Emma’s, arching her back as she let out a keening moan as her plug went to work, enhancing her pleasure even further. She felt Harry’s fingertips digging into her hips as he pumped his cock inside her with hard, powerful strokes. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted in ecstasy.
Emma looked up at Hermione as Harry’s cock pumped into her overheated pussy, amazed at how good it felt when Harry was inside both of them, screwing her eyes shut as he hit just the right spot, loving how in tune Harry was with their bodies.
Harry grunted as he pulled back, getting an idea. He pulled Hermione off the bed, bending her over at the waist, and pulled the plug from her ass, lining up his cocks with her ass and dripping pussy.
Hermione’s eyes widened as she realized what Harry planned to do, before grinning and preparing herself.
Harry held onto Hermione’s hips as he pushed forward, impaling her ass and pussy at the same time. He let out a groan of pleasure as he bottomed out inside her, paused for a moment to enjoy the feeling. The heat of her pussy and asshole wrapped around his cocks felt incredible, especially when she squeezed his cock with her ass.
Emma, seeing what Harry had done, wiggled down the bed until her pussy was just beneath Hermione’s lips. Using her flexibility to her advantage, she lifted her legs up, then brought her ankles down beside her ears, letting out a moan as she felt Hermione’s lips on her pussy.
Hermione moaned into Emma’s slick folds as she felt Harry move inside her, slowly at first, but quickly picking up the pace, plundered both her holes, and doubling her pleasure.
Harry reached for the straps on Hermione’s arms and shoulders, removing them as he continued to pound into her from behind, enjoying the tightness of Hermione’s pussy and ass as he took her.
Hermione reached down, using one hand to twist and turn Emma’s plug while she used the other to pump her fingers into her slick folds, keeping pace with Harry’s thrusts.
Emma rolled her head from side to side as she moaned in pleasure, loving how well Hermione knew her body. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” She moaned as Hermione picked up the pace, pumping her plug in and out of her ass.
Hermione screwed her eyes tight as she felt her orgasm approaching. She felt Harry’s fingers running up and down her back as he kept up his relentless pace, driving her closer and closer to the edge. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted, struggling to contain the pleasure coursing through her body, but she could only hold out for so long. “AWGAWD!!!” she screamed out as she came hard, slumping on the bed beside Emma as she gasped for breath.
Harry took a moment to enjoy the erotic sight of Hermione draped across the bed, her cum leaking from her pussy and dripping down her legs before he turned his attention to Emma, both her ass and pussy already lined up and ready for him.
He crawled up onto the bed, pulling Emma’s plug from her ass, and let it drop to the floor with a dull thud. He pushed himself inside Emma’s pussy and ass, enjoying the velvety tightness that wrapped around his manhood as he claimed her.
Emma let out a shallow gasp as Harry took both her holes, loving the dull ache in her ass as it stretched to fit around Harry’s engorged cock.
Harry looked down, locking eyes with Emma before he grabbed hold of her delicate ankles, using them for leverage as he set a steady pace, pumping his cock into Emma’s slick folds and velvety tight ass.
Emma squeezed her ass around Harry’s cock, letting out a soft moan at the sensations coursing through her body, her toes curling as she reveled in the moment, staring up into her master’s piercing green eyes lovingly.
Harry let out a grunt as he picked up the pace, feeling his own orgasm fast approaching. The dual pleasure he felt when he used the ring making it much more difficult to hold back his release.
“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! GOD, Master, that feels incredible,” Emma moaned as Harry took her. The steady clap of his thighs against her ass, and the smoldering look in his eyes, driving her wild.
Harry smiled, pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss, leaving Emma breathless as he picked up the pace, pistoning his cocks out of her pussy and ass.
“UGH! UGH! UGH! So close,” Emma moaned in delight as she rode the edge of her orgasm. ‘Just a little more,’ she thought before her eyes widened. “MAASSTEEER!!!!” she screamed out in ecstasy as she came hard, riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Harry was not far behind, and after a few more strokes, buried himself inside Emma’s pussy and ass as he erupted inside her with a grunt of pleasure.
Taking a few deep breaths, he sat on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard as he looked at his slaves, still recovering from their orgasms.
After a long moment, Hermione looked up at Harry and the still recovering form of Emma before unlatching the straps on Emma’s shoulders and wrists, a hungry look in her eyes as she stared at Harry’s cock, still slick with her’s and Emma’s juices.
Emma slowly pushed herself to her hands and knees before nodding to Hermione as they crawled forward.
Harry looked down, a knowing smile on his face as each of his girls wrapped their lips around one of his cocks, feeling himself grow to full mast in short order under their ministrations, all but promising they wouldn’t get any quality sleep tonight, a sacrifice he was more than willing to make.
He loved how eager Hermione and Emma were, how adventurous they were. At times, he felt bad about manipulating them the way he did, but if he could go back in time, he wouldn’t change a thing. All three of their lives were infinitely better than they were before. Together they completed each other in a way he had never thought possible.
Hi! What did you think of the new chapter? Any thoughts on why Viktor was so interested in the territory under Harry’s control? How do you feel about the duel?
thanks for reading and supporting me,
Jumpin
Wow, the development of the backstory was fantastic. The duel and land issue leaves one in suspense. Can’t wait to see where this leads. Still missing the intimacy between the main characters. Terrific use of self-thoughts to move the story forward, but again no direct dialog with emotions expressed between them. The only interaction between them is sex. The intimacy is lacking and makes it hard to buy into “they complete one another.” Maybe all that is needed is a Hermione HUG!
thanks you. the emotional interactions between Hermione, Emma, and Harry are a bit of a challenge to work in considering all the additional characters I’ve added as the story expanded. I’m hoping to bring some of that back over the next few chapters.