Chapter 2 - Chapter 2

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Two pairs of blue eyes, different but equally captivating, ogled him as he walked confidently up to the couch on which the women were so tantalizingly displayed. One of Anya’s elegant feet rose and ran along his length as he neared, drawing him toward her core. She wanted him desperately. He could feel it pulsing within her allure, but he wasn’t quite ready to give it to her yet. He wasn’t going to just be some toy in this encounter. Besides, it’s only fair if I return the favor. 

Teasing her with the tip of his cock, he smacked it down against her pussy. Her wetness kissed the skin of his purple cockhead and left a strand of her juices as he pulled it away. A pained, delirious whimper left her as he denied her what she wanted though. Instead, he kneeled between her thighs, the sweet pungency of her arousal assaulted his senses. She looked delicious, and he had every intention of taking his fill.

He brushed his cheek against her thigh, smoother than silk, as he moved in on his target. He kissed at her navel, sweet and light and started going lower. Each kiss drew a haggard breath from the beautiful creature in front of him. It was as he kissed at her puffy mound that she finally spoke, breathy and needy, “Please… Please!”

Always ready to help someone in need, Harry finally moved to her puffy pink lips. He kissed her there and a hand threaded through his dark hair to hold him in place. Now that he’d finally reached the place she wanted, she had no intention of letting him go. He chuckled lightly at her action, before he took one languid lick up the length of her slit. Liquid gold, nectar of the gods, he could imagine people would fight for the privilege of having this taste on their lips. 

A thirst overcame him then, like none he could remember. There were no more slow licks of the perfect womanhood at his mercy. No, he was devouring her and what he lacked in experience he was making up for in pure enthusiasm. Her soft breaths were quickly replaced by loud moans. Her fingers tightened in his hair though not enough to hurt. His own hand wasn’t idle either, coming up to stroke at her sensitive folds just below where his tongue was hard at work. His tongue swiped at something hard and rough at the top of her slit, and it drew an instant response. 

“Fuck!” Her back arched involuntarily, and he looked up from between her legs to see that she was tweaking her own nipple. Her wetness leaked from her swollen, needy pussy down to the soft satin couch beneath her. Pride blossomed in his chest at having made the gorgeous creature in front of him cum. It only made him want to do it again. 

He didn’t give her any time to recover either. His tongue focused in and flicked against her clit. He pushed his fingers in deeper scraping them against the sensitive flesh. He was trying to map her body, and pleasure. When a particular spot drew a greater response from her, he made sure that he hit it again and again. 

Keeping her on the edge of another orgasm, a thought occurred to him. It’s something he’d considered in the past, but it was the first time he would ever be able to put it into practice. Envisioning a snake in his mind, he started speaking the tongue of the snakes… right against Anya’s clit. The vibration and speed elicited an immediate reaction. 

Thighs squeezed on either side of his head, drowning out a raw scream of release. He moved his hands to her waist and held them in a bruising grip to keep her in place as she spasmed. He could feel the muscles of her lower abdomen contracting underneath his fingers. Her pussy creamed and leaked, a noticeable wet spot beneath her now. He didn’t care that he got her off though, he just kept trying to drive her higher. He wanted to drive her mad with the pleasure of it. Her mouth was agape in a silent scream, as her back arched off the couch. Then, like a doll with its strings cut, she fell limp. 

Leaning back, he marveled as she came down from her high. Anya was going through full body post-orgasmic shocks. The flesh of her thighs and ass quivered uncontrollably. A light sheen of sweat glistened on her flawless skin.  Her left hand was being held supportively by Orina. Her eyes fluttered closed and for just a moment, he wondered if that’d been enough to burn out the Lust Potion. His rigid, pulsing prick would be devastated if that were the case. 

But he didn’t need to worry, because as he made to stand one of her legs wrapped around his body and pulled him toward her core. 

“That’s enough foreplay. I need you inside of me, now!”  The desperation in her voice couldn’t have been more arousing. 
The engorged tip of his cock slid into the entrance of her tunnel drawing a gasp from them both. Harry leaned down and kissed her deeply. She returned it gladly, pulling back after a moment, “I taste good on you.” He growled and leaned in for another kiss as she began rotating her hips impatiently, urging him to push forward. 

Inch by glorious inch, he sunk the length of his cock into her cock-hungry little hole. He thought the embrace of her mouth and throat had been amazing, but it was nothing compared to the warm welcoming heat he felt as he traveled ever deeper into her body. Tight, so impossibly tight. But I’m still sliding in as though she was made for me. 

Harry expected to meet resistance at some point, Orina implied this was Anya’s first time as well, but he found none. But she isn’t human. And I know next to nothing about Veela. 

His heavy balls came to rest against her bum causing a breath to catch in her throat. She pushed at his chest to break the kiss and they both looked down to where their bodies were joined. 

“So big…” she whispered huskily, “So deep.” 

Orina reached a hand over and ran it down her friend’s chest to just underneath her navel where there was a slight distention. “That is him. He must be touching your womb.” The feel of her fingers through Anya’s skin made him shudder. 

“He is.” Anya pulled her hips back and forth, making the little bump move. 

That action broke him out his fascination. With a moist, wonderful squelch he started pulling his cock from her tunnel. The perfect, gripping embrace didn’t seem to want to let him go, making his retreat even more exquisite than his entrance. When just his tip remained inside her, he slammed his hips forward pulling a delighted squeal from her. And then again, and again. 

“Yes! Fuck me vith that fat fucking cock!” Anya’s mouth hung agape, and her eyes were staring up at him in wide-eyed adoration. 

Slap. Slap. Slap. He wasn’t the sort of young man to deny a beautiful woman. His balls swung between his legs, thudding against her beautiful bum which each snap of his hips. Her abundant pussy juice, wet and sticky, creamed on his cock. His fingers indented into the flesh of her hips, and only grew deeper as his movements grew in ferocity. But she seemingly enjoyed it as she reached one hand down to cover his. 

“Perfect little pussy…” he whispered, awestruck. 

She smiled up at him, eyes rolling back into her head for just a moment, “That little pussy wants your fucking cum.” He throbbed at that declaration, and she just continued, “I vant every last drop from your balls. I vant to be leaking your seed for days, aching and sore from your beautiful cock.” 

Harry reached one hand up and tweaked her nipple, “Then that’s exactly what I’m going to give you. Even if it takes all night.” She moaned and pulled him down into a kiss. 

And it just kept going, though Harry tried not to just hammer away at her like an animal possessed. He wanted to last and make this as enjoyable as he could for them both. So, he varied his speed, and drove down with his hips in a way that stimulated her clit. And all the while, Orina continued to prod at the spot where he bottomed out in Anya each time. 

He didn’t know how long he lasted. He didn’t much care so long as she reached her peak first, and that’s exactly what he managed. When her climax came, she gave a breathy moan, low and sinful. In that same instance, her gripping tunnel became impossibly tighter, yet still not enough to hurt. It was divine as her inner muscles pulsed and undulated, trying to coax out his load. Fucking hell! She wasn’t lying when she said she wanted my fucking cum. Every muscle in his body felt taut with the effort, but he managed to hold off his own release. 

As she came down from her peak, he continued to give short thrusts into her clutching depths.  When she finally spoke it was with disbelief, “You didn’t cum?” Her blue eyes were wide in adoration. He just shook his head, and she responded with something in Bulgarian. 

Orina laughed, and he turned a questioning look in her direction, “She said you’re going to ruin her… among other things.” Anya reached over and slapped at her friend’s shoulder. 

Amused by their interaction, he didn’t expect what happened next. Wrapping both of her legs around him, Anya twisted them with surprising strength so that he was laying down beside Orina while she sat atop him. 
She looked determined, and leaned down close to him, “You’ve been perfect lover. But I’m still Veela and have my pride. I vill have your cum.” Turning with his cock still in her pussy, she put her impeccably sculpted back and bubble butt on display. With effortless grace, she started lifting her hips and bouncing. His shaft glistened as it glided in out of her incredible tightness again. 

It was an entirely different feast for his eyes.  From the front, he’d had her captivating eyes and pert tits to focus on. Now, it was the smooth contours of her back that led down to her dimples of Venus.  Below that was her fit, beautiful bum clapping forcefully down into his own pelvis. Finally there were the tight, engorged lips of her impossibly pink pussy as it hugged his cock. Her movements were almost hypnotic.  He couldn’t help himself. 

Thwack. Her pale skin was already red from cumming but, the imprint of his hand formed on her soft skin. 
“Fuck yes!” She shot a depraved, needy look over her shoulder that almost had him coming on the spot. And then her bouncing only sped up. 

He closed his eyes and gripped one of her delicate feet in his hand, trying to stave off his climax. She dug her nails into his thigh, just painful enough that it caused him to open his eyes. She was glaring at him. 

“You vatch that big, beautiful cock fill me up. Every fucking stroke of it.” She raised her knees up then, so that she was squatting over his hips and driving down with all the strength her legs could manage. We’ll be lucky if either of us can walk right in the morning. Though given the sight in front of him, he had another thought. Fucking worth it. 

Soft lips kissed as his shoulder. He looked over to find Orina watching where he and her friend were joined as she played with her own needy pussy. It was the first time in the entire night that she’d touched him, and she didn’t stop there. Reaching a soft hand down, it ghosted across his skin as it traveled and wrapped around the very base of his shaft.  When her friend’s perfect pussy came back down, she flattened her hand against his pelvis and then followed her pussy up on her ascent. 

It was absolutely exquisite. The perfect heat and tightness of Anya’s grasping little hole, and the soft squeezing of Orina’s hand left him feeling light-headed. Magic, Merlin, and whatever gods exist, thank you!
The heat in his groin that he’d kept at bay for their entire coupling built with every stroke that the pair worked him in tandem. It took just thirteen strokes together before his hands shot to Anya’s hips and pulled her down flush against groin. 

“Fucking hell… yes! Take my fucking cum!” His balls tightened as he bucked up into her, the first shot of cum exploded out of his cock. 

She squealed sharply, as her pussy started spasming around his cock in her own climax.  She happily wiggled her bum atop him, “Hmmm, so varm. Right up against my fucking womb.” His second orgasm of the night lasted even longer than the first. His burning hot cum erupted out of his cock, painting the insides of her cum-hungry little hole white.  Time seemed entirely inconsequential as he pumped through his orgasm. The vision at the edge of his eyes started to go dark from the sheer pleasure of it. 

When it was finally over, Anya pushed herself up on shaky legs and thick, white cum leaked from her abused hole, dripping down on to his cock… and Orina’s hand which still rested down at the base of his shaft. She stroked her hand up his still-hard cock as Anya dropped down between his thighs. Gathering his cum and Anya’s juices as she went. Seemingly spellbound, she didn’t pay him any mind as she brought her fingers to her lips and sucked up everything on them greedily. 

Noticing his attention on her, she blushed, “Sorry...” 

“Don’t be sorry, it’s bloody brilliant.” He reached over and pushed some of her hair from her face, “I just watched a beautiful woman happily swallowing my cum like it’s the sweetest treat in the world.” 

She smiled seductively, “I’d take your cum every day. You tase delicious.” That certainly wasn’t something he would complain about. The thought sent a twitch right down to his shaft. 

It bobbed right in Anya’s face as she was getting ready to descend on it again. Her lips engulfed the head. Still sensitive from his orgasm, his leg twitched as she squeezed the last drops of his seed from his cock. Pulling off with a pop, she looked incredibly pleased with herself, “She’s right. You taste divine. Even better vith my juices covering you.” To prove her point, she sucked at the side of his cock, cleaning up even more of the mess they made together. “It makes for quite the treat.” 

She dutifully cleaned his manhood, with the occasional help from Orina. By the time she was done with the task, she was just placing featherlight little kisses against the side of his manhood, almost worshipping it. His muscles were sore from use, his brow was sweat soaked, and between everything that’d taken place that night, he felt bone tired. But in that moment, he felt more energized than he imagined possible.  It was more than enough to continue for another round, or two… or more.

In the end, it took three more to finally burn out the last of the Lust Potion. He finished once more inside her as he pounded her against their lockers, her fingers raking down his back. Next, he painted his seed across her back and bum as he bent her over a bench. And finally, he covered her face and tits as she stared up with those beautiful sapphire eyes from her knees. All the while Orina watched them, sometimes touching them, stroking them, caressing them, or helping them as she had after his second climax. But she never stripped or asked that her own desires be met, always more concerned with her friend’s needs.

Harry didn’t know where he found the stamina for it all but, his erection never flagged and his loads were all massive in volume, even by his standard. I’ve always had big releases and never had a reason to wank myself empty before. I suppose it was the work of their allure but could just been me as well.  He knew he’d find the answers out eventually. 

He had no idea how long they were caught up in their carnal lust. He just knew that when he fell asleep it was with Anya laying against his chest, ear pressed to his heart and a finger tracing the jagged scar on his arm from the encounter with the Basilisk.  Meanwhile, Orina rested her head against his thigh, tantalizingly close to his soft cock. 

He knew there were people very worried about him, but he would settle that in the morning. He just needed to sleep after what’d been the best night of his life. Within minutes, he fell into a deep, restful sleep as good or better than any he experienced in his life… at least at first. 

It started with a dull throbbing in his head, just near his scar. While not constant in his life, it did happen often enough that he’d grown accustomed to it over the years. It only became easier when Dumbledore told Harry his suspicions about the reasons behind it.  So, at first it didn’t even wake him. Unfortunately, that didn’t last. 

Eventually, that dull throb grew into a piercing pain. Feels like the fucking Basilisk fang all over again.  He awoke with a hiss, hand immediately going to his forehead, but he found Anya’s already there. She was running her thumb lightly over the lightning bolt shaped scar. 

Softly, she soothed him, “Shh… relax. It vill be fine, just let it happen.” 

“What is going on?” he felt slightly panicked and very confused. His gaze shifted from her to Orina. The latter looked just as concerned as he felt.

“I… am yours now.” Anya told him, a light smile on her lips, “A bit of my magic is intertwining with yours. But there is something inside of you, something dark and foreign. It is like parasite.” 

Ignoring the first bit of shocking information, he focused on the matter at hand, “It’s a small piece of Tom Riddle’s soul. You might know him as Lord Voldemort. He left it behind almost seventeen years ago when he killed my parents.” 

That caught her off-guard. But she shook it off quickly, leaning in to kiss his cheek as a show of support, “Such foul magic. Souls shouldn’t be played with in such vays.” Spasming in pain, every muscle in his neck tightened painfully. It felt like there was liquid seeping from his famous scar. “We Veela are creatures of light, fire, love, lust, and passion. It’s ingrained in our magic and souls. My magic is burning away his foul little fragment.” 

Clearly, there was a great deal about what was happening that he didn’t fully understand, but that knowledge alone should have been music to his ears. After all, he’d had numerous conversations with Dumbledore in the last year trying to find a solution for his problem. But the excruciating, blinding pain made it a bit difficult to be grateful.  

Touching his forehead, the last thing he remembered before he finally succumbed to the pain was black ichor staining his fingers.

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