Magical Matrimony (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

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Themes: Threesome, Breeding, Marriage

Summary: Harry and Ginny are about to say their vows when someone they wouldn’t expect objects to their wedding. Apparently Ginny had been giving love potions to Harry during their years at Hogwarts. Unfortunately for Harry, he learns of a rather obscure wizarding law. It states that any heir to an Ancient and Noble House must be married once a wedding ceremony is commenced. Harry now has to sit back and watch as strangers and friends alike duel each other in order to get to marry him. And he'll need two wives. One for House Potter, one for House Black. 

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Sitting on the edge of the honeymoon suite’s heart-shaped bed with his tie loose around his neck and his tuxedo rather ruffled and disheveled, Harry Potter’s shoulders slump. He isn’t quite sure how he got here. No, rather, he knows how he got here… he’s just still struggling to come to terms with the events of the day.

Finding out that your fiancé was dosing you with illegal love potions for years on end to make you more and more infatuated with her would do that to you. Finding that out from someone like Rita Skeeter was even worse. When Rita had first barged into the wedding to make her objection, Harry hadn’t wanted to believe it at first.

But while the sensationalist journalist was clearly just there for the scoop of the century, she wasn’t lying or embellishing for once. No, she had proof and when they tested him for it, the results spoke for themselves. Ginny had literally dosed him with a new love potion THAT morning when she’d slipped into his dressing room in defiance of the age-old tradition that a Groom and Bride weren’t supposed to see one another before the wedding.

It was all… it was all so obvious now. So many instances over the years that seemed tame and innocuous were suddenly so much more sinister, so much darker.

Worst of all, when Rita’s proof had become too much and Ginny had been forced to admit the truth, the red haired witch had had the gall to go on to say it didn’t matter. She’d stood there smugly and in front of the entire audience, explained that Harry and her HAD to get married, because of some obscure wizarding law that stated the heir to an Ancient and Noble House HAD to be married once the wedding ceremony was commenced and underway.

Judging by the shocked look on even Rita’s face, she hadn’t done it on purpose, but by coming forward when she did, she’d been a scant few minutes too late to allow Harry the dignity of being able to call the whole thing off.

Luckily, Ginny’s smugness had evaporated when Shacklebolt had stood up and explained that the law she was referencing did NOT protect HER from the consequences of her crimes. Watching the Aurors arrest his would-be wife, the criminal witch who had held him under her thrall for half a decade, had been one of the few highlights of an otherwise god awful day.

Meanwhile, while it was true that Harry had to get married, he didn’t have to get married to the now incarcerated Ginny Weasley. But he still had to get married, and because things couldn’t already be complicated enough, he had to get married twice over, one for each Ancient and Noble House that he was heir to.

Sitting back and watching strangers and friends alike duel each other for the privilege of marrying him during what should have been his wedding reception hadn’t been Harry’s idea of a good time exactly. But it was over with now, as was the ceremony. He was now joined in Magical Matrimony to two admittedly gorgeous witches, one that he knew fairly well and another that he barely recognized the name of.

And it seemed his moment of introspection was coming to an end, because they were finally coming out of the restroom, having finished freshening up. Harry can’t help but blush at the sight of the two of them. Fleur Delacour and Penelope Clearwater. Both gorgeous women to begin with, what with Fleur’s silver-blonde hair and veela heritage making her supernaturally beautiful, and Penelope’s long blonde curls and pixie-like face making her equally desirable.

But it would seem in their time in the bathroom, they’ve both set out to… make this a night to remember. Each woman is wearing a sexy, sluttified mockery of a wedding ‘dress’. Namely, they have the veils and they’re both clad in white, but the ‘dress’ part is practically missing. In its place, they’ve got white corsets, white panties, white garter belts, and white stockings. They look almost like a pair of sexy angels come down from on high to grace Harry with their presence.

Part of him feels like he’s really not worthy… but as he’s constantly having to remind himself, the two ladies quite literally fought for him. Neither was forced into this like he was. Both of them volunteered and then outdueled every single other female challenger until they were the two left standing. Lady Fleur Potter and Lady Penelope Black, as they were now named and titled.

“… Ladies…”

Offering up sympathetic looks, Fleur and Penelope both walk forward. There’s a bit of a saunter in Fleur’s step that almost seems subconscious, while Penelope is a bit more nervous, but no less sexy for it. Sitting down on the bed on either side of him, they exchange a glance before Fleur speaks first.

“I know zis was not what you ‘ad in mind for your wedding night, ‘Arry… but I zink I speak for both of us when I say we would not wish to be anywhere else.”

Bobbing her head in agreement, Penelope hesitantly slips one of her hands into one of his, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“Maybe it’s silly of me… but I know what you’re going through, Harry. I… Percy was dosing me with love potions when we were together too. I broke up with him as soon as I found out, but his position in the Ministry and his Pureblood status meant all evidence of his actions were swept under the rug and disappeared, never to see the light of day again. I was fired soon after, all because I was a muggleborn and he was of purer blood.”

Harry’s eyes are wide at hearing that, even as Fleur takes his other hand in her own, not to be outdone.

“I will admit, I ‘ave longed to be your woman ever since you saved me and my sister from the ‘arrowing dangers of ze lake back during ze Triwizard Tournament. My little sister will be disappointed that she did not get to you first, in fact.”

“You saved me too, Harry, in a roundabout way. Back in your second year, when that Basilisk was going around petrifying people. It was only thanks to your friend, Ms. Granger, that I knew to use a hand mirror and we were both petrified instead of killed outright by the Basilisk’s gaze. On top of that, you went on to avenge us all by killing that monstrous snake once and for all…”

That… well, he supposed that explained why these two witches in particular were so eager to win and end up as his brides. And even though his trust had been irreparably broken earlier that day… he wanted to believe them both. They each seemed more than earnest, after all. In the end, Harry speaks from the heart, words coming from his lips based in deep insecurities.

“Ladies… I’m just worried I won’t be enough for you two…”

“You could never not be, ‘Arry.”

“She’s right… you’ve never let us down before. You’ve never let anyone down. If anyone isn’t going to be enough, it’ll be us.”

“It iz time for us to show you what we truly zink of you, ‘Arry Potter.”

And with that, Fleur and Penelope slip off of the bed and onto their knees before him. Before Harry can even say another word, they’ve taken out his cock and are holding it in their hands, working together to get him rock hard. To be fair, he was already at half chub before they even extracted his length from its confines. Just the sight of the two gorgeous otherworldly blondes in their sexy wedding night themed lingerie had been enough for him to develop a bit of an erection.

As they work him over, utilizing their tongues to great effect along his length, Harry groans and tilts his head back, thoroughly enjoying their work.

“F-Fuck… Fleur… Penelope…”

Pulling back, Penelope’s eyes twinkle as she gives him a lusty grin.

“Please Harry, call me Penny. And if you really thought you wouldn’t be enough for the two of us…”

She trails off, causing him to give her an uncomprehending look that prompts a roll of her eyes.

“You’re huge, Harry. Hung like a fucking horse.”

Harry blushes at that… and then groans as Fleur uses her sister-wife’s distracted state to take the lead, namely wrapping her soft, wet, velvety lips around his cock and descending his length right then and there. As she sees this, Penelope giggles and rolls her eyes good naturedly, before leaning down and moving her mouth to his balls. Both of them stare up at him as they suck fervently at his genitals, their eyes filled with lust, adoration, and devotion.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with any of it. His hands end up in their hair after a bit, but mostly just stroking and petting at their heads. He really has no clue what to do here, but if his big fat cock makes him qualified to handle two absolutely gorgeous witches, then he’s not going to argue it, right?

Still, it isn’t long before he’s getting close… and without hesitation, Fleur pops off and stops, holding his cock by the base as she looks up at him, licking her lips suggestively.

“You should cum inside over cumming anywhere else, ‘Arry. By magical law, for you to ever be truly rid of us, we must each give you a child to be ‘eir to the Ancient and Noble Houses that you will soon gain Lordship of. Only zhen can we be properly divorced in ze eyes of magic and the law.”

She sounds so regretful about it, but Harry appreciates her shooting straight with him.

“And if I don’t want to divorce you? Either of you?”

As Fleur’s eyes light up and her face brightens considerably, Penelope pulls back as well and smirks.

“Then we still want you to cum inside of us, silly. Both of us want to have big families with lots of little ones running around. You’re the only father of my children I could imagine, Harry.”

Fleur nods her head vigorously in agreement and Harry chuckles, even as he feels something warm blossoming in his chest. Perhaps THIS is real love? Not the weird monster that had taken up residence ever since Ginny started dosing him with love potions. This strange suffusion of happiness coming through him… is he finally in a healthy, safe relationship?

As the two of them stand up, Harry does the same, stripping the rest of the way out of his clothes as he watches them get into their preferred position for… insemination. With Penelope on bottom and Fleur on top, the two gorgeous blondes form an absolutely beautiful, incredibly sexy witch sandwich, even as they vanish their panties and expose their sopping wet slits to him.

Grinding themselves against one another, they moan as they look back at him. Both of them have such wanton desire in their eyes that Harry knows neither is lying about how badly they want to bear his children. Its… unbelievably sexy, and so he steps forward to the end of the bed where their twitching pussy lips await him and thrusts forward.

His first thrust slides in between their slits and causes them to moan wantonly in unison, their entire bodies shaking and quivering. His second thrust angles up into Fleur a bit more, making the part veela squeal in happiness. After that, Harry finds himself alternating between the two beautiful blondes, plunging into one pussy one moment and the other the next.

It’s practically impossible for him to fuck the same witch for longer than a few thrusts with how tightly they’re pressing their cunts together. Admittedly, most of the time he’s between their bodies instead, his cock sliding up their mounds and abdomens into the tight tunnel they’re creating with their lover’s embrace.

Still, knowing their desires and remembering their words, Harry makes sure that as his release rises within him again, he aims for one of their actual cunts. It’s completely random as it happens, but in the end it’s Penny he slams home into, his cock filling the curly-blonde’s insides and causing her to squeal in orgasmic ecstasy as he paints her inner walls white, creampieing her on the spot.

He’s expecting to need a moment to recover, but even as he pulls his messy, slickened member out of Penny… he’s still rock hard and ready for more. Not just ready, but jonesing for more. As Fleur looks half ready to get up and suck him back to full mast, Harry stops her, his hands gripping her hips tightly before she can turn around and his massive fucking cock plunging into her depths from behind, surprising her as she shrieks in pleasure.

Pounding into Fleur as she clings to a satiated and recovering Penny for dear life, Harry grunts and groans, his balls churning and his cock throbbing. Fleur’s part veela pussy is just too fucking good, so fucking tight, and her entire body is so imminently fuckable. He’s pretty sure he’s going to enjoy being married to both of these witches, at the end of the day. Maybe it wasn’t what he expected, maybe it wasn’t where he saw his life going… but then to be fair, he’d just found out that the last five or, so years had been guided by the ‘assistance’ of love potions.

Everything he’d ever wanted from life was now suspect, now tinged with Ginny’s betrayal. What was truly him and what was what she wanted for him? What had she influenced him into doing and what had been his own choices? Harry would undoubtedly be going over every decision he’d made and every action he’d taken for quite some time, but at least in this moment he knew one thing for absolute certain.

His horrific bitch of an ex-fiancé who had dosed him with potions for half a decade would have been mortified to see him fucking Fleur and Penelope. She would have been horrified to hear that he was impregnating the two gorgeous blonde witches. She would never have condoned any of this… which was all Harry needed to be incredibly happy with it.

And so, he plunges his cock into Fleur one last time and tips over the edge, pumping a hot thick load right into the silver-blonde French Witch’s womb. He groans as he does it, while she moans into Penny’s mouth, the two witches having started kissing at some point during his introspection. As he finishes creampieing the second of his two new wives, Harry pulls out with a contented sigh and a satisfied smile on his face.

The night was still young… and he was just getting started living the life that had been kept from him all this time.