A Wild Yule Ball Pt. 2 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

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Themes: Moresome, Oral Sex, Big Dick

Summary: Part 2 of A Wild Yule Ball. The next morning Harry is awakened by a blowjob from the twins and Cho and Hermione serving him breakfast in bed. Apparently, at some point in the early morning hours, the ladies had got to talking. The girls make their intentions clear that they want to be his whether he wants to marry them or keep them as broodmares. 

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He’s not quite sure how he expects to wake up. The night before feels like an exceptionally good dream. Surely it hadn’t actually happened though, right? Surely he hadn’t gone and had a fivesome with his date, his date’s sister, Cho Chang, and his best friend Hermione… right?

Except, as he slowly wakes up to the feel of gentle, loving lips and enthusiastic, eager tongues running up and down either side of his throbbing shaft, Harry has to acknowledge that the events of the previous night DID in fact happen. Either that, or he was still dreaming.

Shifting ever so slightly as his eyes begin to creak open, Harry pinches himself in the side ruthlessly. His sharp intake of breath at the pain that causes lets him know that no, he was not dreaming. This was reality. He was awake. And two very beautiful, identical Indian witches were currently kneeling on either side of him, their gorgeous mocha-skinned bodies on full display as they lick and lap and kiss at either side of his massive member.

Parvati and Padma Patil, Hogwarts’ Resident Twin Witches. They’re identically beautiful, for all that Parvati is the Gryffindor and Padma is the Ravenclaw. And for all that Parvati is the more outgoing of the two and Padma is the bookworm, Harry can’t tell them apart right now. They both look just as eager as the other, and completely bereft of clothing as well as with their hair down, he can’t find a single identifying mark on either of them.

Until, that is, he reaches out with his magic. His incredibly dense magical core, immense in power, answers his call with ease as it always does now that he’s healthier and no longer half-starved and stunted in growth. In an instant, Harry knows that Parvati Patil is the one on the right, and Padma Patil is the one on the left.

As they feel his magic wash over him, their eyes both dart to him at the same time and Harry gives them each a smile and a nod.

“Parvati. Padma.”

Their blushes at him correctly identifying the two of them are well worth the magic he used to figure out who they were. They give him matching smiles back, before returning to servicing his morning wood in lieu of actually saying anything. Harry is just about to speak up again, when Cho and Hermione arrive. Technically, they’d always been there, still in the Room of Requirement with him and the twins, but Harry had been so focused on what was happening on the bed that he hadn’t noticed them, on the other side of the room.

Hermione and Cho arrive with matching silver trays meant to be set up on a bed, each of them piled high with all sorts of breakfast foods, including many of Harry’s favorites, like an entire platter of treacle tarts. The two girls, just as naked as Parvati and Padma, climb up onto the heart-shaped bed and set their platters down on either side of him.

“Good morning, Harry. I hope you’re excited for breakfast in bed~”

“There’s something we need to talk to you about… but first, food.”

Harry opens his mouth to reply, only for his stomach to do the talking for him. The loud growl that emits from his rumbling belly makes the handsome, powerful young wizard blush, even as it draws the wide eyes of all four of the naked witches surrounding him. After a moment though, the Patil twins return to servicing him with their mouths, and Hermione and Cho both lean in, over their silver trays, their breasts hanging tantalizingly and invitingly within reach as they begin to feed him by hand.

Thoroughly embarrassed, Harry lets them do so all the same. Never in a million years did he think he would find himself in a situation like this. Last night was one thing… he’d felt so terrible about how his fellow wizards had treated their dates. And when Parvati had offered to share him, well… he’d gone along with it.

But now? Now this was feeling like it was going well beyond his expectations of one night of carefree fun. It wasn’t that he DISLIKED this or anything like that, but at the same time… it was all a bit much, wasn’t it? Just for him?

As he eats what Hermione and Cho offer him, finding it all to be quite delicious and filling, rejuvenating him and helping him rebuild his stockpile of energy and magic that had been spent the night before, down below Parvati and Padma are getting more and more enthusiastic. Until eventually, Parvati just takes the lead and swallows his cockhead whole.

As she bobs up and down his shaft, Padma navigates down to his balls instead, the gorgeous Ravenclaw Witch swirling her tongue around his nuts and this way and that as she plays with his churning gonads. Having one Patil Twin slurping at his balls and the other slurping at his bell end… Harry can’t last much longer, and he groans around a mouthful of food, trying to warn them but failing to do so before exploding all over their faces and chests.

Not that Padma or Parvati seem to mind all that much. In fact, the way they moan and rub his cum into their dark-skinned tits while licking their lips makes it seem like they enjoy getting covered in his seed very much. Harry blinks at this, before realizing… his cum is suffused with his magic. Fuck, no wonder they like it… he’s literally giving them a magic infusion!

Flushing hotly, Harry nevertheless watches silently as they lean forward and ultimately start making out with each other, their kissing a poor pretense to lick more of his seed from one another’s faces. Watching the pair of hot and ready to trot twins making out like that… it gets him rock hard again in no time.

But he’s not entirely sure he should be starting anything at this point. So, he doesn’t… he doesn’t reach for any of them just yet. After all, Cho had mentioned that they had something they wanted to talk to him about.

Breakfast ends, and soon after Harry finds himself sitting on the end of the heart-shaped bed, straddling the slightly pointy curve at the bottom with his legs, his rock hard cock pointing unerringly in the direction of the four witches he bedded the night before. Meanwhile, Hermione, Cho, and the Patil Twins have, for some reason, decided to kneel down in a row in front of him, their hands in their laps and their chests on display as they look at him with an equal, powerful longing in all of their eyes. Even his best friend is staring at him with that aroused, lustful look…

“So… uh, what exactly did you want to talk about?”

The four of them all exchange quick glances, before Hermione speaks up for the lot of them.

“We want… to make this a permanent thing, Harry.”

She blushes at that, all of them do. They’re looking at him like… like they’re lovestruck. Blinking owlishly, Harry realizes they ARE lovestruck. He’s completely captured their hearts after but a single night. And the way she said that… they want to share him long term?! Really?!

Cho is quick to jump in, in the ensuing silence.

“We do not all have to be your wives. I for one would not mind being a mistress or consort.”

Parvati and Padma bob their heads up and down.

“If not to you, we would probably end up as the concubines of some rich wizard back in India anyways. Being your concubines would be much more preferable.”

Hermione, meanwhile, fidgets for a moment before biting her lower lip and speaking up again.

“I would… p-prefer to be your wife, Harry. But I know you had some b-bad experiences, over the summer.”

That was… true. Harry winces, just thinking about it. Not all of the revelations over the summer had been good. Some had been quite taxing, in fact. The discovery that he’d had half a dozen marriage contracts to a number of Pureblood Heiresses, and was expected to fulfill ALL of them? It’d been a little crazy. He didn’t even know girls like Daphne Greengrass or Susan Bones, and he was just expected to marry them because of some contracts? Without any say in the matter? Fuck that!

Luckily for Harry’s sanity, he’d been able to lawyer up. Sirius had known a very good lawyer indeed, a woman named Andromeda Tonks, and within a month of the marriage contracts all coming to light, they’d all been dissolved. To be fair, most of the Pureblood witches who he’d been supposed to marry weren’t anymore interested in being tied down by a contract either.

Oh sure, some of them were a bit more interested in him and his money, but the marriage contracts had NOT been in their favor in that way. In fact, they’d all been quite draconian, which was why Harry wasn’t completely floored by Cho’s offer to be his Mistress, or the Patil Twins wanting to be his concubines. It wasn’t as uncommon in the wizarding world as one might think, as he’d learned over the summer.

Nor was Harry surprised that Hermione might actually want to be his lawfully wedded wife. The muggleborn witch was used to marriage as a concept after all, having grown up in Muggle Britain. And yet… she didn’t sound like she was upset by the idea of sharing him with the others, not one bit. Still, Harry felt like he had to make sure.

“You all… wouldn’t mind sharing me? You wouldn’t mind ALL being my women? You’re not asking me to choose between you?”

The foursome all exchange a fresh round of glances, before shaking their head in unison as they look back to him. Once again, Hermione speaks for them all.

“You’re too much man for any one of us to handle. A-And besides… we discovered our l-love for you together. It… it only makes sense to share.”

Harry’s cock twitches, and he swallows past the lump in his throat as he stares at the four kneeling, naked beauties in silence for a long moment. This was actually happening. This was really, truly happening.

“… Alright. Um, I don’t know for sure where our… relationship will take us, or what each of your individual titles will end up being… but I’d be happy to have you all in my life, going forward.”

Harry can’t help but smile, as all four of their faces light up in excitement and joy. It helps that none of them had a prior marriage contract with him. Frankly, having marriage contracts with half of the girls in his year had been… rough on Harry. But these witches, three foreign and one muggleborn, weren’t caught up in that mess whatsoever. And… he liked all of them. He liked them a lot.

An awkward moment passes, before Cho scoffs and abruptly stands up.

“Hmph, if you three won’t make the first move, then I suppose I will.”

And with that, the slightly older witch walks over and promptly climbs into Harry’s lap, impaling herself upon his cock. Hermione and the Patil Twins all flush, even as Harry groans, his hands going straight to Cho’s ass and his mouth going to her breasts, once she leans forward and pushes them into his face.

Just like that, the two of them are fucking. Harry can’t help his enthusiasm, Cho’s body is to die for, and his cock is throbbing, even with the wake up blowjob. Growling into her breasts, he quickly bounces her up and down on his dick. What starts out as wanton moans soon turns into cries of ecstasy, with the Asian witch throwing her head back and shuddering in orgasmic delight as he fucks her to kingdom cum.

Hermione and the Patil Twins are not idle in the meantime either, and by the time he cums inside of Cho, they’re all ready for him, in their own way. Hermione is on her back, helplessly masturbating while presenting with her legs spread. Parvati is bent over a nearby set of drawers, doing the same but showing off from behind with her own legs spread wide as she stands there in offering. And finally, Padma is on her hands and knees, shoving a whole FIST up into her cunt in anticipation of his arrival.

… He starts with Padma, but it’s not like it’s a competition with real winners or losers, or anything like that. Yes, he fucks Padma next… but Parvati and Hermione aren’t far behind. All four women are his now. They’re his… girlfriends? Harry doesn’t entirely know what they are. Cho wanted to be his mistress, the Patil Twins wanted to be his concubines, and Hermione wanted to be his wife.

One thing was for absolute certain, they were all his lovers. Harry would protect them with all his heart, would defend them from all sources of heartache and evil. He would keep them close and refused to let anything happen to them. He knew he had his enemies out there… and suspected he would be making some more enemies close to home by taking these four ladies as his women.

But Harry didn’t care. Not anymore. All he cared about was the happiness of his lovers, and his own. All he cared about was their safety, their protection.

As he fucks each of them, Harry feels his magic welling up within him alongside these feelings of protection, of a desire to keep them safe. Each time he… discharges inside of a lover, he feels his magic let out a discharge as well. Golden runes of mysterious origin flare across their naked bodies each time. For a moment, they seem like they’re tattooed from head to toe.

Then the runes fade from view… but Harry can tell they’re still there. He can’t quite explain it. He has no idea exactly what he’s doing. But at the same time, he has implicit understanding of what’s been done. Protection, plain and simple. He might not fully understand the specifics, and he’s confident that once she’s not fucked out of her mind with pleasure, Hermione will be very interested in trying to decipher the runes. Padma and Cho as well. Heck, maybe even Parvati, he shouldn’t assume.

For now, though, Harry is confident of one thing. His love for these four ladies has manifested itself through his magic and will protect them from all harm for as long as his love remains strong. He’s taken them under his wing, taken them under the aegis of his shield… and Harry has no intention of letting ANYTHING happen to them, for as long as they are his.

As the morning comes to a close and Harry finishes bestowing both his seed and his protection to the last of his four lovers, he finds himself more certain than ever that no matter what the future holds, he’ll face it with these lovely witches at his side.