"What's the matter?" Astoria teased, giving Harry a look after he stretched and groaned. "Are you finally worn out? Or bored of fucking us silly, maybe?"
"Not quite," Harry said. "But a few muscles have been worked more than the others. I don't think I've done anything except fuck all day."
"Are you saying you feel like we're treating you as nothing more than an object, rather than a wizard with his own hopes, dreams and interests?" Astoria asked, getting even more into the teasing. "Just an amazing sex toy with a massive cock and nimble tongue, and lots of talent with both of them? Would you like to go for a romantic walk on the beach so we can talk about it? I'm sure you'd prefer not to be dragged off for shopping, but if not, we could do that too." Harry snorted at that idea.
"I'm not even going to bother responding to any of that," he said. "But I will say that we're going to go have some fun. Some non-sexual fun, that is." She opened her mouth to respond, but then just smiled.
"So that means shopping, right?" he said. He groaned in a lighthearted fashion.
"No need to add any more of that to the schedule." he said. "I'm sure you've all planned out plenty more trips as it is. There are better options than that, even for all of you spoiled brats." She looked at him curiously. "I've always wanted to try some of the muggle water vehicles. The others can put on their tops and join us if they want, unless they just want to spend the whole day lounging around half-naked."
"Don't be so sure that some of them don't want to do exactly that," Astoria said with a giggle. "If they want to come, finding their bikini tops might be an issue for some of them, but I'm sure we can wrangle a few tops together." He chuckled and watched her grab the slightly more modest bikini she'd brought with her. It was still quite risqué, but it was at least something she could reasonably wear in a more public beach setting, and she also had a cover-up for it. After putting both the bikini and the cover up on, she looked at him expectantly. "You said it was non-sexual fun, but you are going to fuck me out on the water, right?"
"As if you'd even give me the option not to," he said, laughing. "But I think we'll have to get far enough away from the masses first before that's an option, so that'll probably mean letting a few people tire out. So, do try to have some patience, for once in your life."
"I can be patient," she said, taking his hand. "This sounds like fun. But I think you and Gabi might find hanging around with the rest of us kind of boring. All the rest of us don't fly around on broomsticks like reckless idiots on a daily basis, so something like this will be exciting for us. For you two, though, I'm afraid it might feel tame."
"Maybe," Harry said, chuckling. "But we don't exactly stop to take in the sights below us when we're flying around like that, so this will be a nice change of pace. Now let's hurry up. I really do want to do this, but I also absolutely intend to fuck all of you several more times today, too."
--
The wind blew Daphne's hair backwards, making her laugh with delight.
"I'm dating a child in a grown man's body," she said, though Harry was too busy laughing to respond to her. He'd just cut through the water on his jet ski and sprayed Narcissa and Gabi with water. He was clearly enjoying playing around a great deal. Daphne was having fun, but watching him being so carefree and almost childlike in his enthusiasm that was at least as fun as the actual playing around was for her. First, she'd watched him from a distance when sharing with Lavender, and now from up close after Astoria decided she wanted to get some groping of Lavender in. Even now, her horny little sister didn't stop.
Though he was certainly living his dreams in his daily life, and the dreams of most men actually, he didn't really get to just relax like this very often. Sex was one aspect of his life where he did get to, that was different. It was lovely to see him having such a good time outside of the bedroom, so to speak.
Narcissa tried to catch up to him to get him back, but there was no chance of that happening. They might not be on brooms, but there was more than enough general similarity for Harry and Gabi to easily be better than everyone else. The other two wizards were the next closest, and everyone else in the group all lagged behind to various degrees.
Knowing that she didn't have the speed to get him back, Narcissa put her trust in her partner. She visibly swapped places with Gabi, taking the backseat again and pointing at Harry. Daphne giggled as she watched. Out of all of them, Narcissa was definitely going to be the one to give up on actually driving to have a chance at payback. Gabi was the only one who actually might be able to keep up with him, so Narcissa had the right partner if payback was on her mind. Gabi was strong for her size. Daphne could admit that the little veela was in better shape than her, and it gave her fresh inspiration to keep using the gym that had been built at the manor.
Brooms had charms on them, and they weighed next to nothing. But this muggle vehicle was free of charms and also heavy, which meant it was both harder to steer than a broom and required more strength when making sharp turns at great speed. Gabi also had such little weight to use to assist her in that, unlike Harry's much larger and more muscular frame that could more easily lean and drag the jet ski into and out of turns.
Harry laughed as Gabi sprayed air, and the adorable veela's face tightened and her eyes narrowed in determination as her competitive nature that served her so well in broomstick racing took over in full. Before long, Daphne was getting sprayed head to toe by the salt water, with Harry laughing and Narcissa letting out a triumphant cry as if she'd contributed something to her getting sprayed beyond merely existing on the vehicle with Gabi while the young veela did all the work.
"Ready to tip over?" Daphne asked Harry when they swapped places.
"You can't even figure out how to go fast enough for that to be a possibility," he said, laughing. She laughed back and sped off, thinking to herself how much fun she was having. It was similar and yet different to riding a broom. It wasn't as fast as a broom, and this was more her speed. The water was also refreshing even when it was spraying like this. Speaking of refreshing, Harry pressed up flush against her and holding her was always nice. He did that on their rare trips up on a broom as well, but that took nothing away from her enjoyment of him holding her on the jet ski right now.
He laughed and leaned to make up for her poorly timed turn, bouncing them through a decently large wave that might very well have tipped them over if not for his help. Daphne joined him in laughing, not bothered by her poor performance. It was just what she had expected.
"Told you," she said.
"No, I told you," he said back. "We didn't tip over, did we?" She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling from ear to ear all the same. She might be shite at controlling this thing, especially compared to him, but she was having a blast. She rolled her eyes when she noticed that Fleur already had her top off. Of course she hadn't wasted any time before doing that. As soon as she thought she could get away with it, her top was off and her tits were out. Luckily for Sebastian, they were moving too quickly for him to get a revealing view that he dd not want. She would probably have her top back on before they slowed down again.
Then again, she might just forget to put it back on. That wasn't Daphne's problem though, and really, anyone who knew her would expect it by this point. She threw herself at Daphne's father regularly, and being topless was mild compared to some of the things she did or said around him, even if Sebastian only saw or heard that while she was fully clothed. And Sebastian wouldn't have much room to complain anyway without looking like a hypocrite. He was partnering with Apolline, who was also topless and had just pulled her husband's hands onto her breasts while she drove their jet ski. Apolline would have her fun in doing so, and at the same time she'd done it strategically to give him something that would distract him from noticing Fleur's own topless status.
They'd needed today. This was reminding Daphne that as much as Harry loved shagging the many witches they were involved with as often as he could, it couldn't be the only form of enjoyment or relaxation in his life They needed to remember that when trying to make him as happy as he made them. Specifically, she needed to remind herself of it, since she was the one who most often was active in bringing others in on their fun. Maybe she'd gotten a bit too caught up in trying to do that by bringing other witches into their bed. She certainly didn't expect him to ever complain about that, but she just needed to add a bit of variety into how she helped him relax.
He had much more free time these days, even if he and her father were still waiting for a chance to confront Malfoy once the mind healers had him mentally alert enough for it, which was probably about three weeks away. Oddly, neither of them seemed overly concerned about that. They'd just shrugged when they heard it was estimated that it would take about that long for Draco to be in a mental state where truth serums would even work on him. It would be a short window of time before his mind reverted back into the mess he'd reduced it to.
No one else had brought it up. She knew her mother had tried to tentatively, but he just hadn't engaged with any interest, and she'd thought it had just been general disinterest rather than him actively trying to avoid the topic. Daphne certainly wasn't going to bring it up. Stori and Cissa were genuinely past it, and that was all she cared about at this stage. Their old issues with Draco had little to do with what he had now become. Astoria had done some dropping off and purchasing of things back when she'd been married to him, which of course was how her life-changing involvement with Harry had started way back when. But she'd had no clue just what it was that her then-husband had been involved with. All she really cared about was who Draco had been back when she'd been married to him and how it related to her. Much the same could be said about Narcissa, who did not see any of her son in the monster that Draco had become. It had been painful for them both, but they'd moved beyond it and were happy to let it rest in the past. They knew that vengeance was inevitable, and they didn't seem to care about being the ones responsible for dealing it out.
Daphne wasn't even sure what would happen when her father and Harry questioned Draco themselves, or how they would manage to do it since it wasn't actually legal for them to do so. The latter question was more curiosity than doubt. Legal or not, she knew they would do it. The only question was how. Draco would go back to the madness that now passed for his standard mental state quickly enough, and that would take care of any possibility of them getting caught, so that likely ruled out any interesting bit of espionage.
Her father was definitely going to have choice words for the man he'd had the displeasure of calling his son-in-law previously, but Harry seemed more interested in what this was all about from the perspective of an auror. It seemed that whatever Draco ended up trying to do didn't match up with what his original plans were, and what the IWC was going to charge the wizards and witches they caught with. But Harry seemed to think that what they were going to be charged with wasn't the end of the story. She reasoned that perhaps the brains of the operation had slipped away once they realized Draco had been too far gone mentally for them to be able to depend on him.
Those weren't questions that were important for Daphne to consider though, and definitely not worth dwelling on while on vacation. All that mattered was all the free time Harry had, and figuring out how best to help him enjoy it alongside them. Their enjoyment was always key in getting him to enjoy himself most, of course, which could make her heart flutter even now.
Now there was no reason she couldn't arrange for other forms of enjoyment for him while also getting him to fuck gorgeous witches as often as he and they would like him to. Combining that to get the best of both worlds was very much possible, and now they had the time to make it happen.
--
Daphne was not surprised that Stori came up to her in private and asked if they hadn't been doing the right things to make Harry happy. This was exactly how her little sister was and always had been, and this side of her was even more prominent these days, though it was given far fewer chances to make itself known. She had only just begun to reassure her sister that they were doing a fine job when Harry surprised them both by smacking them on their bare arses at the same time.
"Yes, you're right, Astoria," he said. "I am the single most unhappy wizard in the country—no, in the world." It didn't appease Astoria, and Daphne could tell that he hadn't expected it to. He followed his joke up by grabbing their bums, jiggling them playfully and then wrapping his arms around their waists.
"Seriously, though, I know it was obvious you were going to rush out here to have this talk, but I'm not going to let any of you get the wrong idea," he said. "I am the luckiest man in the world, and whoever's in second place isn't even close. What we do is the definition of incredible, even by the silly standards of those smutty harem stories you don't even bother reading anymore. I guess you've got no reason to read them anymore, because they pale in comparison to our reality." Daphne grinned, and Astoria finally laughed. It was an understatement, but it was also the main reason they no longer read those kinds of stories.
"Really, it's just a fact that that we can't fuck all the time when we have actual free time like this," he said, shrugging. "But I'm not saying I didn't prefer doing it as much as possible those first few days. Hermione, Pansy, Lavender and Apolline can barely walk." He gave Astoria's waist a squeeze.
And as insatiable as you are, you little slut, we both know you'll reach that point soon."
"Impossible," Astoria said with a smile. Daphne snorted at that blatant lie. Her sister was already walking around gingerly as it was. "Fine. I'm a bit sore, yes. And your reasoning makes me feel better, so thank you."
"Even you might get tired, you know," Daphne teased Harry. "Impossible as that might seem."
"Possible, yes," Harry said. "And now that we've gotten this silly conversation out of the way, I came to say that I intend to find out just how much it takes for me to reach that seemingly impossible state. We're going to get started on figuring that out right now." Both Greengrass sisters squeaked in unison as he hauled them both over his shoulders and casually carried them off as if they were light objects rather than fully grown witches.
"Now, if you slutty sisters are going to keep worrying about that, I'm more than happy to put that denial charm on and fuck you both until you're drooling messes," he said. "Then I'll fuck any coherent thought you've got right out of your heads just to show how happy I am to spend as much time as I physically can inside of you. I'll fuck you for so long that you won't be able to think at all, let alone waste any time considering something as idiotic as whether or not we have too much sex."
"Not worried at all, sir!" Astoria said quickly.
"Neither am I," Daphne said, though she was more amused by the situation and not worried about the possibility of being denied an orgasm like her sister was.
"It's almost a shame that I believe you both," Harry said, shaking his head. "But you know what? I'm in the mood to fuck you both at least that long without the charm involved, so you'll just have to figure out how to hold on for that long without the aid of that extra level of arousal bottled up to motivate you. I'm going to bring you back every time your exhaustion gets the best of you and you pass out."
Daphne panted at the picture his words painted, and Astoria shuddered over his other shoulder. He casually dumped them both on the bed and crossed his arms.
"The first one to bind herself up safely gets fucked first when I come back," he said. "The other only gets to watch and be teased." He looked directly at Daphne. "And don't try to boss your little sister around and make her submit to letting you go first, dear. If you do that, you'll be the one who gets treated to the very same punishment you have so enjoyed threatening Lavender with." She whined. He knew her too well. Leaning into her dominance and Astoria's submissiveness had been her plan. It would have worked, too, because Stori would have submitted to her with little effort. She was really horny, and she thought she'd been on her way to getting what she needed.
But she was in deep trouble now. With her easiest path to victory being denied, she had to beat Astoria straight up. And Stori already was binding herself up with magic. The little slut was going to win! Daphne was so aroused and so distracted that she'd forgotten that time was of the essence, and thanks to that, she was going to have to wait for ages for what she needed.
She giggled and casually began to tie herself up. She'd already lost, so there was no need for her to rush at this point. Astoria had already won. It hadn't even taken long enough for Harry to make it fully out the door. Daphne would have to wait her turn. At least the long wait would be entertaining though.
--
"Are you here to watch?" Harry asked, looking up at Lavender. "Or is there something else you needed from me?"
Lavender had to marvel at how casually he could speak with her while he was in the middle of fucking Hermione with such ferocity. That he could fuck her that hard to begin with was plenty impressive on its own, but she'd seen that often enough in the last few days for it to become part of her new normal. But the way he could usually carry on a conversation without even slowing down was something she still wasn't used to.
Hermione sure as fuck wasn't going to be speaking to anyone about anything. She was clutching the bedding beneath her so tightly that it almost looked like she had talons for hands, and she was biting down on it as well. But even with her teeth biting into the bedding, she was still screaming her lungs out. The screaming cooled off some after a moment, and Hermione's body stopped shaking so violently.
"Manners, Miss Granger," Harry said. He yanked the brunette's head up by her hair. "Greet your guest."
"Hi, Hermione." Lavender giggled and waved at her former Gryffindor roommate, happy to join in the fun. Hermione's face reddened and she opened her mouth to try and get out some sort of greeting, but she also seemed to be trying to thank him for her orgasm and catch her breath all at the same time, and it came out in a jumbled mess that accomplished none of the above. Harry spanked her arse mercilessly until she managed to work through the tangles.
"Hello, Lavender," she said. Her voice was shaky and exhausted, but at least the words were clear and audible. Lavender giggled, and watched Harry deliver a few more hard spanks before Hermione got through the second half of her assignment. "Thank you for the orgasm, sir."
"That's better," Harry said, rubbing Hermione's arse. It had taken long enough for her to get her thoughts together that her buttcheeks were noticeably red from all the spanks, but she'd gotten there in the end. Pansy groaned and stirred beside them on the bed, and Harry smiled at her. "Welcome back, Miss Parkinson. You're just in time for your girlfriend to put on a show for Miss Brown's viewing enjoyment."
Hermione squealed as Harry moved, tugging her into a full nelson without a care in the world about her babbling about not being able to walk during dinner an hour from now. He roughly slammed his best friend down onto his cock as he thrust his hips upwards. Lavender stared, enraptured by the way Hermione's screams went silent. Any of Hermione's limbs that she had the power to move even slightly flailed around as Harry pounded her.
"Look at you," Harry said, taunting Hermione. "You're so excited about being on display like this in front of your old roommate. What a shameless slut you've become, Miss Granger!" He fucked the life out of Hermione and taunted her about it at the same time, and Lavender had no doubt that Hermione loved every second of it from both the physical and mental side of what Harry was giving her. It was a monumental difference from the studious, serious girl Lavender used to share a dorm room with. While she and Parvati giggled, gossiped about boys and discussed their mutual passion for fashion, Hermione's curtains would draw around her bed so she could do some late night studying, assuming it wasn't one of those nights where she was out of bed after curfew and getting up to some sort of mischief with Harry. Come to think of it, a great deal of Hermione's adventurous side seemed to be brought out by Harry, whether getting into trouble back at school or getting her brains fucked out alongside her girlfriend.
After Hermione shook and squealed her way through another orgasm, Harry pulled her body up so his cock exited her pussy. He didn't let go of her though; she remained held up in his arms as he looked towards Pansy.
"Come do some work and make yourself useful, Miss Parkinson," he barked. Lavender had no clue what he was talking about, but Pansy seemed to, because she moved around quickly, reaching under the bedding for something. Lavender's eyes went wide as she watched Harry's cock slide into Hermione's arse unceremoniously. She was pretty sure she saw a lubricant charm glow just before the anal penetration took place, which would likely explain what Pansy had been up to while Lavender's eyes were understandably focused on the brunette witch and the cock that was once again filling her.
Any lubrication that had been applied still couldn't take away from the fact that a massive cock had just shoved its way into Hermione's arse. Her bright brown eyes bulged as that huge dick pushed into her arse, and Lavender couldn't blame her for that. What could lubrication really do in a situation like this? No witch in the world could take a dick this huge up their bum without a little bit of bulging eyes and shortened breath.
"Your girlfriend loves being buggered, doesn't she, Miss Parkinson?" Harry said. "It's such a shame that we can't make this a daily thing. But while I don't care if every single person in this resort knows she had every last breath fucked out of her, we can't have that most days. She wouldn't be able to take it. So, we'll just have the make the most of it right now."
Hermione let a howl when Pansy started licking at her clit to go along with the buggering she was receiving, but this only kept up for a brief moment in time. Once Harry sped up the pace of the anal fuck Hermione was receiving, they were moving too fast for Pansy to be able to keep up her work. Lavender watched it all, and once she got over the initial amazement of it all, she enjoyed the show Harry was putting on a great deal. She watched with interest as Hermione was fucked to another orgasm, which clearly took even more out of the already drained witch.
"Her tongue is sticking out of her mouth," Lavender pointed out, giggling. Harry pinched the aforementioned tongue between his pointer and middle fingers, and Lavender felt her own body growing hot from the excitement and humiliation of it all. Her reaction was nothing compared to that of Hermione though. It was her tongue being pinched, and naturally, she felt the humiliation of that far more keenly than Lavender did. The look on her face made it seem as if she was willing the ground to open up and swallow her whole. But at the same time, the shame contributed so heavily to her excitement that she looked to be trembling from it.
Harry yanked his cock out when she was done, but he was by no means done with her yet. He gave Hermione no time to rest before he was right back inside of her, fucking her like a savage until she was cumming yet again. It looked to Lavender like he was trying to physically break Hermione before finally howling as he filled her up with cum. Pansy got into position on all fours and frantically tried to clean up the cum that gushed out of her girlfriend, but she had no chance of accomplishing that with how much of it there was.
His job with Hermione done at last, Harry put her down on the bed and directed his attention to Pansy. He instantly snatched a handful of the Slytherin's black hair and forced her to look at her girlfriend spread out on the bed in front of her.
"Well?" he said. "Is that your girlfriend thoroughly fucked, just like you asked for, Miss Parkinson?"
Lavender looked away from Harry and Pansy to focus on Hermione. She wanted to commit this moment to memory. This was the first time she'd watched Hermione get fucked, so she'd always wanted to remember it. But after what she'd just seen, there was no doubt it was going to stick with her. She couldn't have forgotten a show like that if she tried, and the image she got to take in now was so far at odds with the Hermione she'd known and shared a room with back in their Hogwarts days that someone probably could have convinced her that it was a different witch entirely.
She was on her back with a mess of cum between her legs, which were up in the air as if she'd been fucked so hard while they were bent even further back that this was the position they'd become physically stuck in. Her hands were up above her head like she'd been cornered by aurors who'd told her to hold her hands up high so they could be sure she didn't have her wand or any other weapons in her possession.
None of that was the most arousing part of this though, or the thing that would stick with Lavender most of all about what she was seeing. Without a doubt, it was going to be Hermione's face that she remembered most. Saying that it showed she had been thoroughly fucked wasn't even adequate to describe what Lavender was looking at. Her mouth was hanging open, and her tongue was sticking out of it like she was a panting dog. Then there were her eyes were drooped almost to the point of being shut. Yes, she most certainly showed all the signs that she had just been thoroughly fucked by her talented, dominant best friend, but it was so much more than that. She looked like she wasn't able to do anything more complex than breathing and making the occasional shudder of pleasured aftershocks, and that would probably remain the case for some time. Merlin, Lavender wished she had a camera so she could take a picture of Hermione's face like this and show it to Parvati!
"Yes, sir!" Pansy said, nodding firmly. "Thank you so much, sir! It's just what I wanted!" Harry laughed and used his hand in her hair to guide her down towards her girlfriend.
"You know what she expects," he said. "But why don't you tell our guest what's coming next before you do your duty?" Pansy's head turned to look at Lavender, and her cheeks looked even hotter than Hermione's had while her tongue was getting pinched between Harry's fingers.
"I, err, I clean up whatever is left after any of my girlfriend's lovers finish fucking her," she mumbled. "That's the only way I'm allowed to get fucked or cum myself afterwards. Unless Harry overrules her. His decisions trump hers."
"You did say she was in charge, but I didn't expect it to run quite that deep," Lavender said, giggling. "Seems like you rather enjoy that role though. Why, I bet you're even the one who pushed to get it, aren't you?" Pansy, still blushing, confirmed Lavender's suspicions by nodding. Then Harry tapped her on the shoulder and gave her a look, and she eagerly got to work between Hermione's legs the moment that Harry let go of her hair. Feeling her girlfriend's mouth at work on her pussy seemed to revitalize Hermione, who moaned loudly and yanked on her hair as if she wanted to pull her even closer.
"Well, we have 45 minutes left to us, Miss Brown," Harry said, turning his attention back to her as Pansy licked her lover clean. "You have yet to last longer than thirty minutes, at least not while remaining capable of getting up and making it down to dinner. I have no plans between now and dinner, so my schedule is open to you if you're interested in coming to me. Shall we?"
"Oh, Merlin, please, sir," Lavender said, blushing. She felt like she was panting almost as badly as Hermione had been when he was finished with her, but she couldn't help it. She needed this, she needed him and his cock, too badly to let a little thing like shame get in the way.
"Great," he said. "Hurry that lovely arse over to the other bedroom, then. In fact, get the shower started. That way no one can complain that we aren't going to be ready."
She hurried out of the bedroom to go and get the shower started. Everything about this was crazy in the best sort of way. And they were all right, too. There was no chance she was ever going to be able to live without this in her life. There was no going back, because Harry and his girls had ruined her for anything else. She felt incredibly lucky for it.
Lavender had just gotten the shower water at a pleasant temperature and let it wash down over her for a few seconds before she heard Harry's footsteps as he walked into the bathroom. She grinned and ran her wet hands through her hair, making a point of keeping her back to him and not acknowledging that he'd come in. Part of it was her being playful, but it was really more about her knowing how obsessed Harry was with her arse. This way, he'd be able to stare straight at it as soon as he approached. When she heard him stepping closer, she even gave her hair a more rigorous scrubbing, which just so happened to make her body shake and her butt jiggle a little bit.
"I'd better hurry up and get in here," he said as he stepped into the shower behind her. "I could easily lose track of time staring at this thing." His hands cupped her arse, and Lavender giggled.
"I wouldn't mind," she said lightly. "I can skip a meal if you'd rather spend the rest of the night playing with my bum."
"I'm sure you could," he said, chuckling. He gave her arse a playful slap. "But the others would have something to say about that, and I'm not about to earn Daphne's ire. So, just like I said while I was fucking Hermione, we'll just have to make the most of the time we have."
Harry's idea of making the most of the little under half an hour they had apparently consisted of him sticking his dick inside of her without delay. His left hand left her arse and pushed down on the middle of her back instead. Understanding what he wanted, she bent over at the waist and stuck her arse out towards him. She grabbed onto the edge of the shower door with her right hand, and held onto the rail inside the shower with her other. If her previous sexual experience with Harry was anything to go by, she was going to need to grab onto whatever she could reach to endure what he was about to do to her body. She couldn't wait.
Lavender held her breath as she felt the tip of Harry's cock against her pussy, prepared to enter her. He didn't waste any time teasing her; he knew that he only had so much time with which to fuck her before they had to get going, and he wasn't going to waste any of it. He knew she was ready for him, and he took her. Lavender took damn near half of his cock inside of her pussy on the first thrust, and it was already enough to make her gasp out loud and cause her eyes to bulge not unlike she'd seen Hermione's do earlier.
"Hold on tight, Miss Brown," Harry said from behind her. His left hand rubbed the wet skin of her back, and his right remained on her arse and gave it a possessive squeeze. She was used to guys grabbing her butt. Even though she hadn't had much of a sex life to speak of recently before she got dragged into everything with Harry, Daphne and the rest, every lover she'd ever had seemed to love squeezing or slapping her arse every chance they had. It had always been a source of amusement for her, but Harry squeezing her thick butt gave her a very different feeling. He was grabbing her arse like it belonged to him now. And why shouldn't it feel that way? Lavender might be the newest addition to this group, but she'd already fallen under his spell as surely as the other girls had. Once she felt for herself what sex with Harry Potter felt like, she'd been ruined for all other men. Nothing and no one else could ever compare, so why even bother trying to pretend that any other wizard could fuck her and control her like he could?
Harry let go of her arse and put his hand on her hip instead as he pulled his hips back and gave her another thrust, with this one pushing his cock even deeper inside of her cunt. Lavender groaned and held on tighter to the shower door and rail, already feeling like she needed more support on this second thrust. Harry quickly put her grip to the test, because the thrusts only increased in both force and frequency from there. He shagged her mercilessly, giving her no chance to catch her breath or collect herself. She was utterly at Harry's mercy, and the sole option for her was to hold on and enjoy the brain-breaking pleasure that only he had ever or would ever be able to give her.
She could hear Harry grunting as he fucked her, along with the sound of his hips slapping against her arse each time that he shoved his cock back deep inside of her. Listening to that sound made her wonder if Harry was looking straight down to watch her fat cheeks jiggling around wildly while he shagged her. She could sure as fuck feel all the jiggling happening, so there would be plenty for him to watch if that was what he wanted to do.
Lavender didn't have much time to wonder about what Harry was focused on or how he was feeling though, because those dominant thrusts were rapidly fucking away her capacity to think about anything else. From the outside looking in, the fuck-drunk, senseless states that Harry so often left his girls in when he was done with them looked comical. But any woman who had ever been in this position would be able to understand it, even if they still laughed at observing that look on someone else. Lavender laughed at Hermione, but she was squealing, shaking and just barely hanging on within just a few minutes of Harry penetrating her in the shower. Her tits bounced around as he bent her over and fucked her roughly from behind, and her legs trembled as well. Her entire body was probably going to be trembling by the time he was through, but even if she'd been able to make her mouth do more than squeal and moan, she wouldn't have ever asked him to stop.
Her squeals, moans and whimpers got louder as he fucked her to an orgasm that blew away anything she'd ever felt before her first time with him. But this was just business as usual for Harry, who didn't even hesitate when Lavender started cumming on his cock. He just kept slamming that dick deep inside of her cunt, packing every bit of pleasure he could into their allotted time in the shower. He fucked her straight through to another climax, and Lavender's cries had her voice growing weak by the time it was over.
If it wasn't for the rail and the shower door she continued to clutch desperately, her legs might have given out on her and sent her falling to her knees in the shower. They weren't even close to using up their time yet. If Lavender had to guess, he'd probably been inside of her for barely over five minutes, and yet she'd already cum twice. She could already feel her body starting to slump in response to Harry's fucking. If she was meant to walk and move around at a pace even close to normal for dinner, there was no chance she could take a pounding like this for much longer. She wasn't Astoria, or Daphne, Narcissa or Gabrielle. Even the girls who were guests in his bed, as opposed to his lovers, could take more than this. This was all still so new to Lavender, and her body was still adjusting to the enormous shift in her sex life. She loved it, but she was still learning how to live with it.
Harry seemed to understand that she was struggling already, because his arms wrapped around her waist and he carried her with him as he moved down into the seat built into the shower. He brought Lavender's big arse down to sit in his lap, and his left arm wrapped around her waist and held her belly. He held his right hand out, and the soap simply rose up out of its container and shot into his hand without him needing to mutter any sort of incantation.
"Clearly, you'd be limping out of here if I kept fucking you like that for another twenty minutes," he said. He began to soap up her shoulders, throat, and then down to her breasts. "We also need to shower for real, so we can just sit here like this for a bit."
"Sounds good to me," Lavender mumbled. She closed her eyes and sighed, enjoying the feeling of sitting in Harry's lap and having his dick buried inside of her while he soaped up her tits.
"I'm going to cum before we get out, though," he continued. "I just haven't decided whether I'll do it in your cunt, down your throat or on your face." He hummed while his hand moved the soap down towards her belly. "Then again, maybe I'll shoot it all over your bum instead. We can just wash it off wherever I shoot it, so I've got plenty of options."
"That all sounds good to me, too," Lavender said, giggling. If her body was Harry's now, it stood to reason that he could use her however he wanted and cum wherever he wanted, too. It seemed like he was going to take it at least slightly easier on her than usual so she could make it down to the dinner table without limping along. But if he changed his mind and fucked her so hard that he had to carry her to the table with her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue sticking out of her mouth, she wouldn't mind that either. She was his, after all.