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Harry's Winter Wonderland (Ch. 4 - Glorious Competition II)
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Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final, eight year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+.
"Her pussy is super-sensitive," Tracey murmured, her fingers rubbing slow circles around Daphne's clit. "It's the perfect place for you to bury your manhood in, Harry. Three strokes of your cock, and she'll be squealing her way to the most intense orgasm of her life!"
Daphne let out a soft whimper, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Tracey's fingers continued to tease her. Harry could see the effect it was having on the blonde, her cheeks flushed pink with arousal, her eyes glazed over with lust.
"She might seem a little cold on the outside, but you'll have her begging for your cock in no time."
By this point, Daphne was practically panting, her eyes fluttering closed as Tracey's fingers brought her closer and closer to the edge. Harry could only watch in awe as the beautiful Slytherin lost herself in the sensation, her moans growing louder and more urgent with each passing second.
Ginny, meanwhile, had begun to stroke Harry's cock in time with Tracey's ministrations, her hand moving up and down his shaft in a slow, torturous rhythm that was driving him wild. He could feel his orgasm building once again, the sensation of Ginny's hand on his cock and the sight of Daphne's writhing form combining to send waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
But before he could reach the point of no return, Ginny's hand once again tightened around his cock, holding him back from the brink.
"Not yet, Harry," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. "We've still got a few more nominations to go through."
Harry could only nod, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he watched in agony as Daphne's orgasm washed over her. She screamed out her pleasure, her body writhing in Tracey's embrace, her legs shaking as the waves of pleasure overtook her.
"Hermione, you're up," Ginny announced, once Daphne had finally stilled, her body sated and spent.
The bushy-haired witch blushed furiously at being called to the stage, but she stood up nonetheless, her eyes locked on Harry's.
"I nominate Romilda," she declared, her voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in her stomach.
Romilda grinned, clearly pleased to have been nominated. She had been watching the competition unfold with a growing sense of excitement, her body aching with the need to be touched, to be fucked. And now, it seemed, her chance had finally arrived.
"Romilda is a devoted little slut," Hermione explained, her voice gaining confidence as she spoke. She reached out and grabbed the hem of Romilda's loose crop-top, tugging it up and over her head to reveal the younger witch's modest, yet perky breasts. Harry couldn't help but feel his cock twitch at the sight, his eyes locked on the smooth, olive skin of her chest.
"She's obsessed with Harry, and she'll do anything to make him happy. If you want her to suck your cock, she'll drop to her knees in a heartbeat. If you need a tight, wet pussy to pound into, she'll spread her legs and beg for you to take her."
Romilda moaned softly at Hermione's words, her body aching with need. She could feel the heat growing between her legs, her pussy already slick and wet with anticipation.
Hermione, meanwhile, had reached out and grabbed the waistband of Romilda's micro-skirt, tugging it down her legs and revealing the tiny g-string that seemed to disappear into the crevice of her pussy lips. Harry gasped at the sight, his eyes widening as he took in the glistening pink flesh of Romilda's pussy, the folds swollen with need.
"She's always ready for a good fuck," Hermione continued. "And she's not afraid to show it." With that, she reached out and swiped her fingers over Romilda's pussy, showing off her dripping fingers to the room. Romilda moaned softly, her hips bucking involuntarily at the touch.
Hermione, clearly pleased with the effect she was having on the younger woman, brought her fingers to Romilda's lips, allowing her to suckle on them, tasting her own arousal. Romilda moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the sensation, her body writhing in Hermione's embrace.
"See?" Hermione said, turning to face Harry. "She's practically begging for it. All you have to do is reach out and take it, Harry."
Harry could only nod, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he watched Romilda's performance unfold. He had to admit, he was thoroughly impressed. Romilda was certainly a worthy contender for the night's grand prize.
But he knew that the competition was far from over. And as he looked around the room, he could see that there were still a few more witches eager to throw their hats in the ring.
"Romilda, you're up," Ginny announced, turning to the brunette.
Romilda, who had been lost in the sensation of Hermione's touch, took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking.
"I nominate Hermione," she declared, her voice steady despite the lust that coursed through her body.
Hermione blushed furiously, her eyes widening in surprise. "Me? But I'm not...I'm not like that!" she protested, her hands fluttering nervously at her sides.
"Oh, but you are," Romilda countered, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her lips as she turned towards Harry again. "Hermione might seem like a bit of a prude," Romilda explained. "But don't let that fool you. She's got a wild side that's just dying to come out. She's got tits that are practically made for playing with, and an ass that's perfect for spanking. And once you get her going, she'll do anything to please you. She'll suck your cock, she'll ride your face, she'll let you bend her over and fuck her from behind—she'll do it all, just to make you happy."
Hermione gasped, her cheeks flushing even deeper at Romilda's words. She had never been spoken about in such a manner before, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through her body as her deepest, darkest desires were laid bare before the room.
Romilda, meanwhile, had reached out and grabbed the waistband of Hermione's trousers, tugging them down her legs to reveal her bare pussy, the soft, pink flesh glistening with arousal. Harry gasped at the sight, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of Hermione's bare cunt.
"She's not wearing any panties, the naughty little witch," Romilda giggled. "It's almost like she was planning on getting fucked tonight!"
"That's—That's not true!" Hermione protested, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. She had worn the trousers on a whim, not expecting to be put on display like this. But now that she was, she couldn't deny the thrill at the thought of Harry's eyes on her exposed flesh.
Romilda, however, didn't seem to care much for Hermione's protests. She had other plans for her friend.
"Turn around, Hermione," she commanded, her voice firm. "Let Harry see that gorgeous ass of yours."
Hermione, clearly torn between embarrassment and excitement, did as she was told, turning away from Harry. She bent over slightly, giving him a perfect view of her round, plump ass, the soft, pale flesh practically glowing in the low light. Harry could hardly believe his eyes. He had always had a thing for Hermione's round, firm ass, and had spent many a night dreaming of what she would look like with her trousers around her ankles, her cheeks spread apart as he sank his cock deep into her pussy.
"She's just dying for a good fuck," Romilda declared, turning to face Harry. "And you're just the man to give it to her, aren't you?"
Harry could only nod, his eyes locked on the sight before him. He couldn't deny the pull that he felt towards Hermione, the desire that had been building inside of him since the day they'd first met. And now, as he looked at her perfect, round ass and the glistening pussy lips peeking out between her thighs, that desire only grew stronger.
But before he could get too lost in the sight of Hermione's ass, Ginny spoke up again. "Lily, you're up next," she announced, turning to the dark-haired Ravenclaw.
Lily stood up from her seat, a confident smile on her face as she turned to face Harry. "I nominate Luna," she declared.
Luna smiled dreamily, her silvery eyes glazed over with lust. "Thank you, Lily," she murmured, stepping up next to Lily.
"Luna is a freak in the best possible way," Lily explained. "If there's ever a witch who loves big cocks, it's her. She's got a filthy little mind that's always thinking of the dirtiest, nastiest things. She loves to get choked by a man's thick cock, to have her throat fucked so hard she can't breathe and her eyes roll back in her head. And if you ever want to give her a real treat, you can rail her into the mattress from behind, making her scream out her orgasm as she claws at the sheets."
Lily paused, letting Harry take in the image she had just painted before she continued. "And if you really want to push her over the edge, there's nothing she loves more than anal. It's a tight fit, with her lithe frame, but there's nothing she'd love more than to feel a man's thick cock sliding deep into her ass, filling her up with the most forbidden pleasure."
Luna moaned at Lily's words, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the images danced in her mind. Harry could see the lust burning in her eyes, the desperate need to be filled up, to be fucked in every hole she had.
"But the best part about Luna," Lily went on, "is that she's always ready for a good fuck. Whenever, wherever, however you want it, she's ready to give you her body, to let you use her however you see fit. She loves the attention, loves to be treated like a filthy slut, to be bent over and used like a toy, a plaything for your pleasure."
With that, Lily reached out and grabbed the hem of Luna's skirt, tugging it up to reveal the dreamy witch's bare pussy, the soft pink flesh glistening with wetness.
"Holy shit, she's leaking all over!" Ginny exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise.
"That's right," Lily confirmed. "Ease of access is the number one priority for Luna when she decides on what she's going to wear for the day. She knows that sooner or later, she'll be bent over and spread apart, her holes stuffed to the brim with a man's thick cock!"
Luna moaned at Lily's words, her body writhing needily as she watched Harry's throbbing cock.
"And to make our final nomination for tonight," Ginny announced. "Luna, you're up!"
"I want to nominate Lily," Luna declared, her voice somehow still dreamy, not a hint of the arousal that coursed through her body. She could have been dripping down her legs every time he had ever talked to her, Harry realised, and he wouldn't have had the slightest clue. To her, arousal seemed to be a permanent state of being, as natural as breathing or blinking.
"Lily is a natural submissive," Luna explained. "She loves to be treated like a little slut, to be tossed around and fucked like a rag doll."
Lily blushed at Luna's words, her eyes fluttering closed as she imagined Harry's cock sliding deep into her pussy.
"And she's got the perfect body for it, too," she continued, before reaching out and grabbing Lily's shirt, tugging it up and over her head to reveal the brunette's bare tits. Harry gasped at the sight, his eyes locked on the soft, pale flesh, the stiff pink nipples that begged to be played with.
"She's got big, juicy tits—the perfect handfuls," Luna went on, her hands coming up to squeeze the soft flesh, making Lily moan softly. "And a perfect, round ass, just made for bouncing on a thick cock."
With that, Luna reached down and tugged Lily's trousers down her legs, leaving her completely naked before the room.
"Lily loves the attention," she continued, her hands coming up to cup Lily's bare ass, squeezing the soft flesh as Lily moaned, her hips bucking in anticipation. "She loves it when everyone's eyes are on her, when all she can think about is the thick, throbbing cock that's going to fill her up, stretch her open and make her scream out her orgasm."
Luna's hands roamed over Lily's curves, her fingers tracing patterns over her body, making her moan softly as Harry watched, his cock aching with the need to be inside her.
"So, Harry," Luna said, turning to face him once more. "What do you think? Are you ready to give Lily what she wants? Are you ready to bend her over and fuck her until she can't walk straight?"
Harry could only nod, his eyes locked on the sight before him. He could feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing with the need to cum, to fill up Lily's pussy with his hot, sticky load.
"Then come and get her, Harry," Luna urged.
With that, she pushed Lily forward, sending her stumbling towards Harry. He caught her in his arms, his hands instinctively going to her waist, steadying her as she fell into his lap.
Lily gasped as she felt the hard length of Harry's cock pressing up against her pussy, the heat of his arousal radiating through her body. She could feel her pussy growing slick with need, the wetness seeping out to coat the throbbing shaft of his cock.
Harry, meanwhile, could feel his orgasm building, the sensation of Lily's pussy rubbing up against his cock sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
"Oh, Harry," Lily moaned, her hips moving of their own accord, grinding herself up against him. "That feels so good."
Harry could only groan in response, his hands moving to her ass, his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh as he held her steady, grinding her up against his cock.
Harry barely sensed the surrounding commotion; the urgent need of the other witches to make sure he didn't cum before the results of the competition were announced. In that moment, there was only Lily, and the way her slick, wet pussy felt as it rubbed up against his cock.
"I'm going to cum!" Lily suddenly gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as her orgasm approached. She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she held on for dear life. And before Harry knew it, he had a face full of Lily's tits, the soft flesh pressed up against his face as she ground herself against his cock, her hips bucking wildly as she screamed out her pleasure.
"Oh, Harry! Oh, Harry, I'm cumming!"
Harry, caught up in the moment, couldn't resist any longer. He felt his orgasm building, the sensation of Lily's pussy rubbing up against him, her wetness coating his cock, pushing him over the edge.
With a roar of pleasure, Harry let go, his cock twitching as he sprayed his load all over Lily's stomach, the thick, white cum coating her skin in a sticky, wet mess.
Lily moaned as she felt the hot jets of cum splash against her skin, her hips still bucking, still grinding herself against his cock as she rode out her orgasm.
The room erupted in groans of frustration as the other witches watched Harry and Lily in the throes of their passionate embrace, their bodies writhing together as they climaxed in unison.
"Well, I guess that settles that," Ginny declared happily.
Harry, still panting, slowly came back to his senses, his eyes fluttering open as he looked around the room. The other witches, their faces a mixture of frustration and desire, looked on.
"I think it's safe to say that the competition was a success," Ginny said. "Congratulations, Lily. You've earned yourself a night with Harry!"
Harry, his cock still aching with the need for another round, couldn't help but agree.
Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final, eight year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+.
