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Harry's Winter Wonderland (Ch. 2 - The Perfect Gift)
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Deciding it was time to take this indoors, Harry waved his wand, and the trunks that had been piled haphazardly outside began to float in the air, following them into the warm embrace of the cabin.
It was a large log cabin, with a wide entrance hall, a large open plan kitchen and living room, and several bedrooms on the upper floor. The wooden beams and high ceilings gave the place a warm, cosy feeling, and the large fireplace in the living room added to the welcoming atmosphere. Harry had gone to great lengths to ensure the cabin was kitted out with every comfort imaginable, and he was pleased to see that his efforts had paid off.
"Wow, this place is amazing!" Hermione exclaimed as she walked through the entrance hall.
"It really is," Romilda agreed, her dark eyes wide with wonder, clearly new to the world of wealth and luxury.
Harry followed them into the living room, where the high ceiling and wooden beams were matched with large windows that looked out onto the snowy landscape. The fireplace was lit, casting a warm, cosy glow around the room.
"Make yourselves at home, everyone," Harry said, gesturing to the plush couches and chairs that had been arranged around the fireplace. "There's plenty of food and drink in the kitchen, and I'll be happy to cook anything you want."
The witches began to settle in, and Harry took a moment to look around the room. He was pleased to see that they seemed to be getting along well, and that the tension he would expect from a group of witches like this with seemingly only one thing on their minds, was nowhere to be found.
As Harry scanned the room, his eyes fell on Lily, who was standing near the window, looking out at the snow-capped mountains. It didn't take long before his eyes travelled down to her ass, taking in the big, wet patch that had formed on her trousers after her fall on the snow.
Lily must have felt his gaze, and she turned to face him, oblivious to the way the damp patch clung to her ass.
Harry cleared his throat, trying to act casual. "Uh, Lily, your trousers are wet. Do you want me to dry them for you?"
Lily looked down at her trousers, and then palmed her ass, checking for herself. "Oh, no! I'm soaked through! I thought you were just checking out my ass, Harry," she said with a laugh, her cheeks flushed. "But no, it's fine. I have a spare in my bag. I'll just go change."
Her definition of 'just go change', however, turned out to be quite different from Harry's. Because, instead of going to the bathroom and changing in private, Lily began to strip right there in the living room, in front of everyone. She unbuttoned her trousers and slid them down her legs, revealing a pair of tiny pink panties that clung to her round ass like a second skin. She palmed her ass again, making sure she was dry, before bending over to pick up her bag.
Harry's mouth watered as he watched Lily's ass sway gently in front of him, and he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to grip those firm, plump cheeks in his hands, to spread them open and slide his cock deep inside her tight, hot pussy.
"Don't stare too much, Potter. You'll make her blush," a voice whispered softly in his ear.
Harry turned to see Daphne standing next to him, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. She was dressed in a tight jumper and a short skirt, the jumper reaching up to her neck, but with a large, heart-shaped window designed specifically to reveal her impressive cleavage. Harry didn't know where to look, and he could feel his cheeks reddening.
Daphne smiled, a predatory glint in her eye. "I thought you were a gentleman, Harry," she continued, teasing him. "You shouldn't stare at a lady's ass like that."
Harry's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly looked away, his eyes instead drawn to Daphne's lips, the plump, pink flesh curling into a soft smile as she spoke. He imagined those lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue licking and sucking him, her soft, gentle moans as he thrust deep into her mouth.
Daphne watched him like a hawk, enjoying the way his mind seemed to be stuck in a loop, his thoughts a tangle of red-hot lust and embarrassment. It was clear that he was struggling, and she couldn't help but laugh at the sight, a soft, musical sound that sent shivers down Harry's spine. "Don't worry, Potter. I won't tell anyone," she said, winking.
Not that she needed to. Harry was sure that the rest of the witches had noticed, and were now watching them with interest. It had only been a couple of minutes since his guests arrived, and he was already on thin ice if he didn't want to ruin his chances with Ginny.
But that didn't stop him from sneaking another quick peek at Lily as she jumped up and down, trying to squeeze her round ass into a tight pair of jeans. He had always wondered how Ginny got into those skintight jeans of hers, and now, he was getting a first-hand view of just how it was done.
She twisted and turned, her hips wriggling left and right, her ass rippling with every movement, before she finally managed to slide the jeans up. She let out a sigh of relief, and Harry couldn't help but feel the same way, even though he had only been watching.
"There we go, all dry now," Lily said with a smile, before turning to face the rest of the group. "Shall we start exploring the place?"
Harry nodded, glad to have an excuse to take his eyes off her ass. "Sure, follow me," he said, leading them through the cabin.
The cabin was large, with several bedrooms on the upper floor, and a large open plan kitchen and living room on the ground floor. Harry had gone to great lengths to ensure that the place was as comfortable and luxurious as possible, and he was pleased to see that his guests seemed to appreciate it.
There was just one small problem, however: there were only five beds in the cabin.
Harry had assumed that Ginny would just be inviting a couple of his closest friends, not the nine women who were now eyeing him up like he was a piece of prime meat. As such, he had thought that five beds would do. If that was not enough, he had just considered it an excuse to sharing a bed with Ginny, or conjure up a couple more.
The witches who were now standing before him, however, hadn't gotten the memo, and the moment he mentioned the possibility of just magicing in a few more beds, he got more pushback than he had anticipated.
"Why would we need to do that, Harry? I'm sure we can figure something out," Ginny said, her dark eyes sparkling in a way that made his heart beat like crazy.
Was she thinking what he was thinking? Did she want to share a bed with him?
Harry's mind raced, and he felt a bead of sweat form on his forehead.
"We can just share beds," Romilda said with a coy smile. "I'd be happy to share a bed with you, Harry."
The words hung in the air like a heavy fog, and Harry's mind went into overdrive as he tried to figure out how to get out of this situation.
"I don't mind sharing with Harry either," Tracey said, her cute freckles and innocent face an interesting contrast to the words that left her lips.
Daphne looked around the room, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation. "This is unproductive," she said with a huff. "Let's flip the question around. Is there anyone here who doesn't want to share a bed with Harry?"
The room fell silent, and Harry looked around, waiting for someone to raise their hand. But nobody did. Hermione was blushing, not meeting his eye, and the rest of the witches were looking at him with a hunger that made his stomach turn.
Harry hesitated, not knowing what to say. He had never been in a situation like this before, and he wasn't sure how to navigate it. He had always been a one-woman man, and he had never imagined himself staring down a room full of horny witches like this.
The room fell silent once more as the witches looked around at each other, waiting for someone to speak up.
Finally, Hermione cleared her throat and said, "Um, wouldn't the most fair option be if we took turns? Like, one day each, or something like that?"
Harry looked at Hermione, horrified. His relationship with Ginny was as good as done if he ever let himself agree to that. There was no way he would ever be able to keep his cock in his pyjamas if he was sleeping in the same bed as one of these witches, let alone all of them, one by one.
"Do I not get a say in this?" Harry asked, trying to keep his voice light despite his panic.
Romilda chuckled. "Sure. Is there anyone here you don't want to share a bed with, then?"
Harry hesitated. Technically speaking, he wasn't dating Ginny yet, so calling her out as a reason for not wanting to share a bed with the others would be a bit presumptuous of him. What if Ginny didn't feel the same way as he did? What if she had only invited all these witches to test his loyalty, to see whether he would be able to resist their charms before committing?
The silence stretched on, and Harry could feel the tension in the room rising. He knew he had to say something, but he wasn't sure what.
Before he could come to a decision, however, Ginny spoke up. "That's a great idea, Hermione! I think Harry will agree, too. It's only fair, after all."
She winked at Harry, and he couldn't help but feel a sinking sensation in his stomach. She obviously didn't know how little self-control he had when it came to the charms of a beautiful woman, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was playing at. Knowing himself, he would be balls deep in whoever shared his bed before the night was over, and that would be the end of his and Ginny's relationship.
Romilda stepped forward, a confident smile on her face. "Great! Then it's settled! We'll figure out the exact schedule of when everyone's sleeping with Harry after dinner."
Harry felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead as the witches dispersed, leaving him alone with his thoughts. His mind was in overdrive, imagining all sorts of things his cock could get up to with the sexy witches. Lily's round ass; the way it had swayed gently in front of him, the way it had rippled with every movement, the way it had looked so fucking good in those skintight jeans. Or the way Daphne had looked at him; those soft, plump lips practically made to suckle on his cock. Or the way that Romilda had sized him up, with a hunger in her eyes that could only mean one thing.
And, like an unwanted house-elf that had just been summoned, his cock began to twitch in his trousers, a painful reminder of the predicament he found himself in.
Harry needed a cold shower, and he needed one fast.
He excused himself, saying that he hadn't had the time to take a shower before they arrived, and that he needed to wash off the sweat and dirt from shovelling all that snow.
It wasn't a total lie, but it wasn't the full truth either. He had taken a shower earlier, but that was before he had shovelled snow for an hour, and before he had imagined bending Lily over and fucking her tight, round ass.
Harry slipped away from the group, leaving them to settle in, and made his way to the men's shower room. He quickly divested himself of his clothes and stepped into the shower. He let the cold water wash over him, soothing the ache in his muscles, but not the ache in his cock.
He could always rub one out, but if he imagined himself plunging into any of these witches' tight, hot pussies, he knew he would never be able to keep his mind in check; never be able to see things through with Ginny.
It was then that he heard the door to the shower room opening, and he turned to see Ginny stepping inside. She was naked, her curves a work of art that he had never been able to resist. She didn't have the largest tits, but they were a perfect handful, her nipples always hard and sensitive. She had a small waist, wide hips, and a plump, juicy ass that he had spent countless hours buggering.
Harry's cock twitched as he looked at her, and he knew he was in trouble.
Ginny, however, seemed to like what she saw. Her eyes went straight to his fat cock, and her lips curled into a soft, coy smile. "Want some help with that?"
Harry hesitated, unsure of what to say.
Ginny must have sensed his conflicting thoughts, and realised what was going on. "Is this Lily's doing?" she teased, her hand reaching out to stroke his cock gently.
Harry tried to keep his composure, but his cock was hardening even more under her touch. "I, uh, I didn't mean to-"
Ginny cut him off with a laugh. "Relax, Harry. I saw how you stared at her ass. And I'm not mad. In fact, I'm glad you noticed her. She's a total babe."
Harry's eyes widened in surprise. Was Ginny really okay with this? He had imagined all sorts of scenarios, but this one had never crossed his mind.
Ginny moved closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want you to fuck her, Harry. I want you to stick that thick, fat cock of yours deep inside her tight, wet pussy. And on the day that the two of you share a bed, I will be fingering myself in my room as I listen to her whorish moans echoing through the cabin as you pound her into the mattress."
Harry's cock throbbed aggressively at the thought, and he couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to be inside her, to feel her tight pussy wrap around his cock like a vice as he plunged in and out.
Ginny's hand continued to stroke him, and he couldn't help his hips from rocking forward, desperately trying to fuck her hand. "But first, I want to taste that load you've been building up inside those perfect balls of yours. I want to swallow every last drop as I choke myself on your cock!"
Fuck, Harry thought. Ginny always had a way with words.
Her lips curled into a coy smile as she sank to her knees, her mouth closing over the tip of his cock with a soft moan. Harry let out a groan as she began to suck him, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she took him deeper into her mouth. Her lips were so soft, so wet, and he felt like he was drowning in her as she began to suck him in earnest.
Harry couldn't hold back the moan that escaped his lips as she took him deeper, swallowing him down to the base. Her nose was tickling his skin, and he could feel her throat squeezing around him as she swallowed him down.
He was in heaven, and he knew there was no going back.
He grabbed her hair, his fingers tangling in her red locks as he began to fuck her mouth. She moaned around his cock, her eyes fluttering closed as she took him deeper, her throat opening up as he thrust into her.
Harry felt his balls tighten, and he knew he was close. He tried to hold back, but Ginny was having none of it. She took him even deeper, her nose pressing against his pubic bone as she swallowed him down.
Harry let out a loud groan as he came, his cock pulsing as he shot his load deep into her throat. Ginny swallowed every last drop, her eyes locked on his as she drank him down.
When he was finally spent, Ginny pulled back, a satisfied smile on her face. "You taste amazing, Harry. I can't wait to see how you taste after you've fucked all of your sexy friends!"
All of them!? Harry felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at her, wondering if he had misunderstood.
Ginny seemed to sense his thoughts, because she laughed. "After all the trouble I went to in gathering all of these sexy witches, I would be offended if you didn't at least try to fuck one or two of them!"
Harry's mind was blown. Is this really happening?
And as if to seal the deal, Ginny leaned forwards and planted a wet kiss on his ball sack, a soft, gentle kiss that made his balls tingle.
"You better be taking good care of these, Harry," she whispered, her breath tickling his skin. "They'll be working overtime these holidays!"
He had never been happier for Ginny's mischievous side before, and he knew that this holiday was going to be one to remember.
Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+.
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