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The wide-eyed stare from Tracey Davis after she pulled his underwear off and saw his cock for the first time made Harry grin. He was getting used to that look by now, what with Tracey being the third virgin pureblood witch who had seen his dick since Tonks gave him his assignment.
“I told you,” Daphne Potter née Greengrass said, laughing while she watched her best friend gawk at her husband’s dick. “Did you doubt me when I described how gifted my husband is?”
“No, no,” Tracey said absently, shaking her head. Though she was responding to Daphne, she didn’t turn her head toward the bed where her best friend was relaxing. Her eyes were fixed on Harry’s cock, and he doubted that anything short of mortal danger could have changed that just then. “I believed you. You’ve never been one to lie to me, and you wouldn’t settle for anything less than the very best.”
“Nothing less than I deserve,” Daphne said smugly before laughing again. “Still, I suppose I can understand your staring. Words can’t really do something like that justice, can they?”
“No,” Tracey agreed. “No, they can’t.” She reached her hand out toward his cock, but froze just before touching him and looked into his eyes as if asking permission. Now it was Harry who laughed. It was silly that she would think she needed to ask. This had been in the work for several months, even before Harry and Daphne formalized their relationship with a wedding ceremony. The wedding had come quickly; Daphne wanted it done while she could still fit into her dream wedding dress without needing to magically alter it to fit her body as her pregnancy advanced.
Daphne was starting to show by this point, but it was only now that she’d finally accomplished her goal of bringing her best friend into their bedroom so Harry could deflower Tracey and leave her ineligible for the traditional marriages desired by the members of the Sacred Twenty-Eight who bought into all that rubbish. Tracey really hadn’t needed all that much convincing; the wait was mostly because Daphne wanted some time with him all to herself. Now, though, Daphne relaxed on the bed and watched Harry nod at Tracey, giving her permission to touch his cock. She touched it with a fingertip at first before reaching to grab the shaft.
“Merlin, it’s so thick!” Tracey exclaimed. “This really feels good? Even the first time?”
“It feels wonderful every time,” Daphne said. “Yes, even the first time. With another wizard, a lesser wizard, perhaps it wouldn’t have. But I would never have settled for a lesser wizard, and now you won’t have to, either. One of the perks of being my best friend.”
“Speaking of, let’s get started on that perk,” Harry said. Tracey squeezing his dick wasn’t bad, but there was loads more that they could be doing now that she was in his bedroom at last. Daphne had withheld sex for five days leading up to this, denying both his needs and her own just so he would be even hornier than usual when he took her best friend's virginity. Harry had never gone more than a couple of days without sex since he first shagged Daphne, and after getting accustomed to that, he ached to bury his dick inside of her beautiful brunette friend.
He couldn’t jump straight to fucking her, as much as he might have wanted to. Daphne would be furious with him if he gave Tracey anything less than the best first time he possibly could, and honestly, he’d be just as upset with himself. Shoving her down and rutting her on the carpet straightaway might have satisfied his immediate need, but he was playing the long game here. Daphne had all but come right out and said that she was planning on trying to talk Tracey into moving into one of their many guest rooms and living with them as a full-blown mistress. Harry could make that a much easier sell by blowing Tracey’s mind when he took her virginity.
He started by pulling Tracey into his arms and kissing her, which she instantly reciprocated. While her hands stroked his chest, Harry slid down and grabbed hold of her arse. Tracey was more petite than Daphne, so her arse wasn’t as round or thick as her best friend’s, but Harry delighted in copping a feel of her cute little bum all the same. Tracey must have enjoyed the touch, since she moaned into his mouth and moved her right hand down his chest to play with his dick again.
Harry moved his hands around to her front while slipping his tongue into Tracey's mouth. He fondled her perky tits and ran two fingers in circles around her stiff nipples, and Tracey groaned and squeezed his dick harder as she tried stroking up and down. Her touch was as stiff as her nipples. It was the touch of a woman who had never held a dick in her hand before. There would be time to teach her how to handle it, how to stroke him and suck him. In time, he was sure she could build up her skill until it was at least close to the levels Daphne had reached in the months of near-nightly sex since her first time with him. For now, though, Harry took her hand off his dick, picked her up, and carried her bridal-style into his bed. His actual bride watched avidly from the very same bed, licking her lips and idly touching herself while watching him sit up against the headboard beside her, pulling Tracey with him so she sat with her legs spread and her back against his chest.
“No fair,” Tracey groaned as Harry squeezed her breast with his left hand and stroked his way down her body with his right. “I can’t touch you like this!”
“Don’t worry about touching me,” Harry said. He kissed the side of her neck, and his fingers stroked across her belly, making her gasp and whine. “You can touch me another time. Tonight, all you’ve got to do is sit back and enjoy your first time.”
Tracey gasped again as Harry kissed his way behind her ear and ran his hand down her leg, stroking her thigh and tracing a deliberate path toward her sex. He could feel her arousal already, but he didn’t start touching her pussy straight away. Instead, he rubbed along and around it, teasing her and making her desire his touch even more than she already did. Her body was delightfully easy to manipulate according to his whims. In very little time at all, she was whimpering and squeezing her thighs together, desperate to be touched for real.
“Merlin, what a lovely sound,” Daphne muttered from beside him. “I understand why you enjoy taking a witch for the first time so much.”
If Daphne enjoyed the sounds her best friend made as he started touching her pussy half as much as he enjoyed them, he was glad to be able to put on such a show for her. For his part, Tracey’s moans as he stroked her labia with his index and middle fingers were music to his ears. Her squirming in his lap and humping against his fingers guided the way and let Harry know how she felt about being rubbed, and the way she stiffened and whimpered when he tested rubbing near her clit suggested that he should avoid touching her directly there for now.
It wasn’t as if he needed any extra help that clitoral stimulation could provide, because simply touching her pussy was working quite well already. Tracey humped and squirmed in his lap, whining like she had been waiting for this with even greater anticipation than he had. Though close to a week of not having sex with his wife had Harry hornier than he had been in a very long time, it was probably true that Tracey had been anticipating this night even more than he had. He’d been waiting almost a week. She’d been waiting her entire post-pubescent life, and she’d chosen to end that wait with him.
“Oh, Merlin!” Tracey cried. He’d had her on the cusp of release as it was, but when he chanced teasing her with shallow penetration from a single finger, in addition to breathing directly into her ear, he pushed her straight to her climax. Tracey moaned loudly and shook in his arms as she came on his fingers. As she squirted, the tangible evidence of her pleasure wound up not just on his fingers, but on the bed between their legs as well.
“Someone enjoyed that,” Daphne commented from beside them. “And your enjoyment’s only just beginning, Tracey. That was just the warm-up; a mere sample of how my husband is going to make you feel.”
Daphne was right, and Harry also happened to be harder than steel, worked up immensely after days without sex, and now the excitement of making Tracey cum in his lap. But he wasn’t going to rush to stick his dick inside her and satisfy his need. He’d already brought her what was obviously a great deal of pleasure, but it was what came next that was most important of all, and he wasn't going to rush it. He waited for Tracey to calm down a bit and sucked his fingers clean while he waited. Eventually, her breathing leveled out, and she stopped squirming, making Harry confident that she wouldn't be too sensitive to continue. All he needed to do was make sure that she was properly aroused and prepared for what was to come.
That didn't take long. He played with her breast and caressed her thigh, and soon enough, Tracey spread her legs apart again and seemingly leaned into his touch.
“Ready?” he asked her. His question didn’t need to be any more elaborate than that. They all knew what she was here for.
“Ready," Tracey breathed, seeming just as eager as Daphne had been before he shagged her for the first time. Harry repositioned them so they were both on their side, Tracey's back still against his chest as he put an arm around her and elevated her leg. Daphne smiled and turned slightly to get a better view as they spooned in her direction. Harry waited, both for Tracey to relax and prepare herself and for Daphne to make herself comfortable. This was a big moment for all three of them, and it couldn't be rushed.
Harry eased the tip of his cock inside Tracey, making her gasp. He was careful as he inched forward and waited for her to breathe in and out before pushing through and piercing her virginity. Harry waited there for several moments, ignoring his own desire to bury his cock inside her tight sex and giving her precious time to adjust to having lost her virginity.
“Yes," Tracey whispered after a bit. Harry needed to hear no more. He pulled his hips back and eased back in, beginning to shag her properly. She was wet enough to ease his passage, but Harry still moved slowly, giving the no-longer-virgin witch plenty of time to adjust to having a cock inside her for the first time. Her gasps and sighs spoke to her warming up, getting comfortable, and enjoying her first time, rather than it being something she merely endured.
Harry put both arms around her, reaching across her breasts with his right arm to hold her wrist, and placing his left arm around her shoulder to grab onto a tit. Tracey seemed to like having him hold her even tighter, and she liked it even more when he started to pick up speed with his thrusts. She was starting to gasp and sigh like she had while he was rubbing her pussy earlier, and those noises only grew as Harry’s thrusts became more insistent. He wasn’t really fucking her hard. Daphne could attest to that; after months of regular shagging, she knew what hard, rough sex looked like and felt like. But it was enough to make Tracey moan, reach around to grab and squeeze his bicep, and bounce the foot of her top leg against his thigh as they both became comfortable with his rhythm,
“Merlin,” Daphne breathed. Since Tracey wasn’t doing any talking, her best friend took it upon herself to comment on what she was watching. “This is even more fascinating to watch than I’d hoped it would be.”
Harry was glad that she felt that way, because he experienced something similar as he settled in and fucked her best friend. It had been a number of months since he'd taken a woman's virginity; not since he'd taken Daphne home from the gala with him, claimed her virginity, and gotten her pregnant. The task he'd been given by Tonks had gone ignored ever since, what with him and Daphne getting married and all. But even after marrying her, he was still back here, reminding himself what it felt like to take a sexy witch's virginity and introduce her to a world of pleasure.
He’d gotten so used to sex with Daphne that it felt almost strange to adjust to someone else’s body, but it was a feeling he welcomed. Tracey wasn’t loud about expressing her pleasure like Daphne was. She didn’t shout or squeal; she didn’t demand that he fuck her faster, or tell him how this was what she’d been waiting for. But Tracey’s little moans were more than enough for him to know how well each thrust was working for her. She was getting close now, and all of his focus was on getting her the rest of the way there. Even Daphne seemed to be focused on it, because she stopped commenting and simply watched intently as her husband deflowered her best friend and fucked her to what would be the first of many orgasms his dick brought her, if they got what they wanted.
Tracey’s hand moved from his bicep down to his elbow, and her fingernails pressed against his skin as she came. She still didn’t scream or shout, but her moan as her orgasm hit her was not a sound that Harry would soon forget.
That sound served as his rallying cry. He’d held back up to this point, prioritizing Tracey’s pleasure, but he took what he needed now, thrusting quickly and chasing the release he’d craved for close to a week. In very little time, he got there. He squeezed Tracey’s breast and groaned against the back of her neck as he erupted inside the lithe brunette, filling her with his seed.
Tracey had taken her potion, so she wouldn’t be joining Daphne as the second witch to carry his child after this. At least, she wouldn’t join her tonight. Maybe Tracey would want to have a child with him in the future, or maybe she wouldn’t. But as Harry made eye contact with Daphne over Tracey’s shoulder, and saw the fascination on his wife’s face while she watched her husband and best friend cumming together, he had no doubt that Daphne would be even more determined to convince Tracey to move in and become his mistress.
Harry had a feeling that Tracey, who instinctively tightened her grip on his elbow and tried ineffectually to put her leg around him and hold him in place when he went to pull his cock out of her, wouldn’t need any more convincing to become his mistress than she had to give him her virginity.
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“Malfoy is never going to live this down,” Tracey said, giggling.
“No, he’s not,” Astoria’s sister Daphne said smugly. “He failed to woo either Greengrass sister, and instead will have to watch as the wizard he loathes most claims both of us.”
Her sister and her sister's friend could discuss whatever they liked, but Draco Malfoy was the last thing on Astoria's mind right now. Astoria had been shocked when her sister showed up to that function on Harry Potter's arm, and then she'd been jealous when Daphne eventually visited the family home and ruthlessly silenced their father's rant by informing him that she was to become Harry's wife and was already carrying his child. Their father always went on about doing one's duty to their family, but Daphne had cut through all of that rubbish, taken control of her own life, and left him powerless to change it.
Astoria had been jealous. Then, when Daphne casually mentioned one day that her best friend Tracey had moved into one of the guest rooms in the home she shared with Harry, Astoria had been angry. Her sister had snagged the single most appealing marriage prospect of their generation, and she’d shared him not with her, but with Tracey?! It had been enough to make Astoria’s blood boil. It enraged her enough that she stopped biting her tongue and finally spoke up for herself, demanding that Daphne share the treasure she’d been fortunate enough to get her hands on.
Little did Astoria know that Daphne had been waiting for her to do that very thing, and had even deliberately been goading her with all her little remarks over a period of nearly half a year. For months, Astoria had to listen to her sister go on and on about what a perfect wizard Harry Potter was. Once she finally had enough and found the courage to prioritize her desires over family duty, Daphne turned out to be quite generous with her treasure.
Astoria's father was still trying to salvage negotiations with the Malfoys, ignorant of the fact that at that very moment, while her heavily pregnant sister and her sister's best friend/Harry's mistress watched, she had her legs spread wide, laying herself bare to Harry in the middle of his and Daphne's bed. Harry clearly liked the sight of her very much, considering how intently he stared at her before lowering his head and getting to work.
One of Astoria's biggest points of jealousy toward her sister was the vivid descriptions of how talented Harry was with his mouth, and how he was not only good at it, but enjoyed doing it for her. Now, Astoria felt for herself that Daphne had not been making empty boasts. Harry kissed and nibbled along her inner thighs for long enough to make her arousal turn from a drip to a gush, and then he truly began to use his mouth on her. All of Daphne's stories, supplemented by Tracey's own perspective on Harry as a lover, had given Astoria plenty to look forward to. But the stories were already coming up short in comparison to the reality of what it felt like to have Harry's tongue licking her pussy while his fingers caressed her inner thighs. It only took a few minutes of that for Astoria to groan, grab the top of his head with both hands, and rock her hips mindlessly. She might have felt embarrassed about how easily he could control her body and her pleasure if it wasn’t exactly as Daphne and Tracey described it in their stories. They’d both been through this same sensation, bowing to Harry’s will and surrendering themselves to that magic tongue, and now it was Astoria’s turn. Losing control like this wasn’t something to be embarrassed about. It was something to be proud of.
Astoria didn’t have the sense left in her head to feel embarrassment, pride, or any emotion other than pleasure in its purest and most primal form once Harry’s mouth found its way to her clit. He seemed to go through a few different techniques at first, perhaps trying out what worked best for Daphne and Tracey. All of it felt great, but once he began to lick across her clit in a sort of side-to-side pattern, they both found the pleasure that was uniquely hers. Astoria could only pull on his hair, squeeze her legs around his head, and scream as she experienced a greater rush of euphoria than she’d even known was possible.
For the next couple of minutes, she wasn't aware of much beyond the pleasure and the aftershocks that it left in its wake, which had her continuing to shiver even after she'd let go of his head, which retreated from between her thighs. It took her older sister's laughter to finally cut through the post-orgasmic fog and reach her ears.
“Done already, Stori?” Daphne’s voice teased. “It’ll take me a minute or two to waddle over to the bed, but I can happily get in there and take your place if Harry’s too much for you.”
“Me, too!” Tracey was quick to offer. “And I don’t have any little Potters growing inside me to slow me down, so I’d make it there in no time at all. Just give the word, Astoria, and I’ll handle that big, beautiful wand for you so you can get your beauty sleep.”
The teasing from her older sister and her best friend got Astoria to open her eyes at last. She knew they were teasing, but she also knew that one or both of them legitimately would come over to satisfy Harry if she didn’t get moving soon.
“Not a chance,” Astoria said, forcing herself to sit up. She locked eyes with Harry, who was sitting back on his knees and watching her, grinning. “Tonight, that dick is mine.” Daphne snorted, and Astoria could hear Tracey giggle as well, but she was looking only at Harry.
“Then I guess I’d better hurry up and give it to you,” he said. If he’d left enough of a delay, Astoria would have agreed. Before she had time to do much more than blink, though, he pounced, putting her on her back again. This time, he didn’t settle in and put his head between her thighs. Instead, he got in position on his knees, lifted her left leg over his shoulder, and aimed his cock at her entrance. Their eyes met when the tip brushed against her, and Astoria nodded quickly, letting him know how ready she was for this. Harry nodded back, and one quick push later, a cock was entering her for the first time.
It wasn’t just any cock, though. It was his cock. Daphne frequently irritated Astoria to no end, but she was right about her husband being the best of the best. He was an exceptional wizard, far better than Malfoy or any other man her father might have tried to convince her to marry for the good of the family. Astoria deserved the best, and now that she'd finally found her voice and spoken up for what she wanted, she was getting the best. There could be no better man and no better cock to claim her virginity.
“Well?" Daphne prompted after Harry had been inside her for a few moments, going slowly and giving her a chance to get comfortable. "How do you feel, Stori?"
“Perfect,” Astoria said, not breaking eye contact with Harry even as she answered her sister’s question.
“Just wait,” Tracey said. “It’s about to get even more perfect.”
As Astoria was soon to discover, truer words had rarely been spoken. Now that he was confident that she was ready for it, Harry began to slide his cock back and forth inside her, keeping his knees planted while he worked. She didn’t need to pay any attention to Daphne and Tracey’s running commentary to know that he was capable of going so much harder than this. Astoria could feel his restraint and his patience as he deliberately set a pace that her body would respond to during her first time. He had her where he wanted, and he could have used her however he wished. She knew that any of the arseholes her father was so set on her marrying would have pounded away without hesitation, concerned only with getting off and planting their seed inside her as quickly as they could. Harry wasn’t like any of them. Daphne and Tracey had told her all about how Harry would make sure that her first time was amazing, and it took him no time at all to live up to those expectations. Really, he’d already done that with his mouth. This was just him following up on that ecstasy and reinforcing the truth that she’d already known. No one but him was deserving of the honor of taking her virginity.
Harry remained upright on his knees, so Astoria couldn’t kiss him, touch him, or pull him down on top of her. With one leg over his shoulder, and his hand moving to grab her other ankle, wrapping her legs around him was out of the question as well. She could have tried letting him know how good this felt by saying it out loud, but any time she opened her mouth, all she could muster were little gasps and moans. Speech was beyond her right now, because the pleasure she felt with every steady thrust was too immense for a virgin like her to know how to deal with it. It was everything that Daphne and Tracey had promised it would be, but it was also so much more.
“I remember when I was like that,” she heard Tracey say. “My first time with Harry, I could barely even believe how good it felt!”
“Nor could I,” Daphne said. “Though I was able to tell Harry how enjoyable it was, at least, which puts me ahead of either of you.”
“The way Harry tells that story, you were singing his praises and demanding that he cum inside you,” Tracey said.
Astoria ignored what they were saying, closed her eyes, and focused on the growing excitement in her belly. She'd spent so many nights thinking about what this might feel like, and her fantasies had gotten more detailed and explicit once Daphne made her offer, and this date was added to her calendar. None of it, not the fantasies or all the things Daphne and Tracey said, could have helped her feel any more prepared for this.
Sex was something that had to be experienced firsthand to be fully understood. Maybe that was only true with Harry, and it wouldn’t have lived up to her expectations if it had been anyone else. Luckily for her, that didn’t matter, because it was Harry thrusting back and forth from his knees. How was it that he’d managed to effortlessly find the perfect angle right away, the one that allowed him to hit her sweet spot without fail on every push and pull? Was it second nature for him? Could he just read her somehow, and know how to angle his hips and what speed she desired with nothing but a look? It couldn’t just be luck. This overwhelming sensation that built with every thrust wasn’t an accident. It was all him, blowing her mind and making sure that she never wanted to be in any bed but his or be fucked by any man but him.
He'd more than succeeded already. No Sacred Twenty-Eight marriages were in her future after losing her virginity, but even if one of those arrogant wizards had been willing to break from tradition after this, it wouldn't have mattered. There was no going back for Astoria after this. She would never settle for less than she deserved ever again, and she knew, on a fundamental level, that she could never have found another man who could make her feel this way.
Astoria wished that she could tell him. She wished that she could make her voice work so she could tell him how incredible his cock felt inside her. She wanted to thank him for accepting her and beg him never to stop fucking her. Unfortunately, she couldn’t manage to do any of that. Harry’s steady thrusts felt so damn good that she could only gasp and moan as her need built beyond anything that her mind could keep up with.
He took his eyes off her bouncing breasts and smiled at her, though, and that smile made her feel like he could see straight through her and understand what she wanted to say, even though she was unable to utter a syllable. She didn’t feel the pull of Legilimency, but why should she? He had no need for magic for this. He could read her on a deeper, more fundamental level.
“I can tell you’re about to cum, Astoria,” Harry stated. He was right, and she tried to tell him so, but a groan was all that came out of her mouth. “I’m going to be right behind you.” That made her eyes widen in surprise. This really felt so good for him that he was on the verge of cumming, too? Her own pleasure was all that her consciousness could keep up with, and just barely, at that. But hearing that he was close as well made Astoria’s heart beat faster. If this felt that good for him, she should have an easier time arguing her case for why she deserved to be a permanent fixture in his bed, just like Daphne and Tracey were.
“Where do you want me to cum?" he asked her. She opened her mouth to try to tell him to cum inside her, but speech still failed her. She whined, frustrated at her own inability to talk. She heard distant laughter, and Harry's smile was mixed with a chuckle. "Inside? Do you want it inside?"
Astoria couldn’t speak right now, but she could move her head, and she nodded firmly several times to answer his question. He nodded at her, and then he began to move his hips with more strength than before. Astoria’s breath left her in a rush as she felt his wonderful cock hitting her just right, only faster than before. She didn’t know what to do with herself as the pleasure and tension overtook her body. Her only action was bunching the sheet between her fingers and letting her mouth hang open in a quiet squeal as she came so hard that her lower back and arse rose from the bed. Her eyes threatened to close, but she forced them to stay open. If Harry was telling the truth about being right behind her, she wanted to watch him cum.
He had indeed been telling the truth. Her release had only just begun to wash over Astoria when Harry’s fingers squeezed her ankle as he groaned and began to cum. As she’d confirmed she wanted through her urgent nods, Harry came inside her. Her eyes kept flicking back and forth, wanting to see both his face and their union as he filled her.
Astoria was protected, so she wouldn’t get pregnant with his child tonight. One day, she wouldn’t mind changing that. Maybe she would suggest that any children she bore him could carry the Greengrass name, and leave her father torn between relief at the continuation of the family lineage and frustration that both his daughters chose a half-blood wizard. For now, though, she enjoyed the first of what she was determined would be many loads of Harry’s cum inside her without needing to think about the consequences. Tonight had been consequential enough. First, Harry had deflowered her and spoiled any chance for a Sacred Twenty-Eight marriage she’d never wanted anyway. Then, he’d done as Daphne and Tracey told her he would, and made her first time so special that she would never look at any wizard but him. Whatever he was willing to give her, whatever Daphne would share with her, she was going to take it.
“It looks like we’ll need to get another room ready,” she heard Daphne say.
“More like you’ll have another wedding to plan!” Tracey laughed. “You Greengrass girls accept nothing but the best for yourselves, after all.”