Hogsmeade Inn ch.5

Harry wakes up the next morning with his excitement perfectly nestled between the curves of Bellatrix's ample buttocks.

He reaches to squeeze her ample breasts, and Bellatrix moans.

"Good morning," she moans sleepily.

You could say that. Waking up with such a beautiful woman in bed is the best morning imaginable.

Harry takes his time, letting his wandering hands explore her soft skin. When they reach between her legs, Bellatrix willingly spreads them. Her desire is evident.

She moans, burying her face in the pillow as Harry teases her. "We need to be quiet," she says. "Daphne is home."

He presses his rigid body against Bellatrix's back, and he hears her sharp intake of breath.

"So what?" Harry asks, resting his head at her entrance. "Don't you want her to hear how much you crave my touch?"
Bellatrix shakes her head. "Daphne likes you," Bellatrix says. "I don't want her to be jealous."

"You both will learn to share me," Harry assures her as his excitement slowly enters Bellatrix. Her warm embrace greets him, and she buries her face in the pillow, muffling her moans as he takes her. Bellatrix moves her entire backside, pushing back, hungry for more. He firmly grips her wide hips, taking her passionately. He doesn't stop until Bellatrix quivers and bites the pillow, her climax engulfing him.

He releases his load deep within her, filling her to the brim.

Leaving the breathless Bellatrix behind, he gets up to take a shower. As he turns on the hot water, the bathroom door opens.

To his surprise, Daphne walks in, dressed only in panties and a thin shirt that barely covers her hips. She closes the door behind her and locks it.

"Good morning," she says.

"Good morning," Harry says, standing in front of her, naked, taken aback by this unexpected turn of events. His excitement is still halfway there, but the longer he looks at Daphne's body, the more it intensifies.

"I didn't think you had it in you, stud," Daphne says, looking into his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"And what do you think? I saw which bedroom you came out of." She reaches out to grab his excitement. Her nimble hands grip the base. "Bellatrix has been craving a passionate encounter for some time. I'm glad it was you."

He's shocked and freezes in place as Daphne strokes him to full hardness. His excitement still gleams with Bellatrix's passion.

"Did you satisfy her?" Harry bites his lower lip. "Yes."

Daphne smiles. "Good."

Daphne kneels in front of him and licks her lips. Oh, damn.

"Tell me what you did," Daphne says, as Harry feels her warm breath on his excitement.

"I satisfied her in the kitchen last night," he says. "I fucked her mouth and made her beg for my cock, and then I fucked her big ass in front of the window while our dinner was burning."

Daphne moans as she cuddles up to his member. "And I just took her this morning," Harry says, reaching down to run his fingers through Daphne's hair. "I just woke up, rolled her over, and slipped into her wet body from behind."

Daphne looks at him with a wild, eager look.

"You want to taste Bellatrix's essence on me, don't you?"

Daphne swallows hard. The situation has turned, and now Harry is in control, not being seduced.

Daphne slowly nods her head.

"Say it."

"I... want to taste Bellatrix on your cock, Harry."

"Good girl. Open up."

Daphne spreads her lips, and Harry presses her head against his throbbing member.

Daphne moans as soon as his tip touches the back of her throat. Her big brown eyes look at him with submission as her tongue swirls around the head.

"Take it deep," he commands.

Daphne chokes and struggles, but her hands remain still. She lets him hold her head, and he presses her lips against his thick member.

"How does Bellatrix's essence taste?"

Daphne makes an incomprehensible sound, saliva dribbling down at the sight of him.

"It tastes incredible, doesn't it?" He nods.

Harry pulls her head back. Her cheeks are flushed, and tears stream down her face - she's a mess.

He's known her for less than two days, and Daphne is already kneeling before him, collecting her boss's juices from his member.

Daphne licks her lips. "I want all of your release, Harry. Give it to me."

"Beg for it."

"Please, Harry. Make me your little dirty lover. Fill my mouth with your release."

How can a guy resist such a sweet, submissive lover?

He pushes Daphne's head down until her cute nose presses against the base of his member.

"Now I'll release it into your throat... but next time, you'll have to fetch it from Bellatrix's intimate areas."

Daphne moans. The thought drives her wild. Her hands slip into her panties, and just the gentlest touch is enough for her to climax with his member in her throat.

The sight of her submission drives him crazy. Daphne moans as he shoots load after load of hot, sticky release directly down her throat. She works overtime, swallowing as much as she can while the rest drips down her chin.

Daphne tilts her head back, greedily gasping for air, strings of semen connecting her lips to the tip of his pulsating member.

The Englishwoman looks at him. "Thank you, Harry," she says softly.

"You're welcome. Now clean my cock."

Daphne obediently licks off the remnants of the load from the head of his member. Her tongue works quickly until she swallows every drop of his seed.

"Good girl," he praises her.

Daphne smiles, gets up, and reaches down to grip his semi-erect member.

"Anytime, Harry."

The Englishwoman winks and leaves the bathroom, swaying her hips.

Damn, these two Englishwoman beauties will be his downfall.

Harry wants to start fixing up the place, but Bellatrix won't let him until Hermione deems him fit for duty. So Harry returns to the good healer's office. Bellatrix waits in the waiting room while the stunningly attractive Hermione examines him.

"How are you feeling today, Harry?"

"Great."

She places a cool hand on his forehead and checks his pulse.

"Your temperature has returned to normal. That's good. How's your sleep?"

"Like a baby."

"Good to hear. Are you still experiencing dizziness or disorientation? Any balance issues?"

"No, Healer."

"Excellent. It looks like the heat stroke has subsided. It's quite common among tourists. You need to be more careful in the future."

"Yes, healer."

"Have you been drinking plenty of water? Are you getting enough protein and rest?"

"Yes, healer."

She nods and makes a few notes.

"And how's your sexual activity?" Harry's cheeks turn red.

"Good."

"Are you active enough? A man your age should have regular releases, as we discussed."

"Yes."

She leans in closer. Her delicate perfume fills his nostrils. "Who's been helping you?"

"Bellatrix," he admits. "And Daphne."

A small smile plays on her lips. "Both? You're quite the impressive young man, Harry. However, before I deem you fit for duty, you'll have to demonstrate your technique to me."

"What?"

Hermione gives Harry a serious look. She's not joking. "Don't be shy. Come here, Harry."

The hottest healer on the planet wants to witness Harry pleasuring himself. So be it.

She instructs him to lie down on the examination table, and he complies, slowly unfastening his belt. As she watches, he takes out his semi-erect member, which quickly becomes thicker and longer under her watchful gaze.

"Impressive," she purrs, leaning in closer. "Continue."

He strokes his member, feeling her warm breath on his sensitive skin, and it doesn't take long for it to become rock-hard.

"Very impressive indeed. Do you masturbate regularly, Harry?"

"Yes."

"Good. It's very healthy."

His hand moves faster and faster, barely inches from Hermione's face.

"Tell me about your sexual activities. In detail, please."

"I had sex with Bellatrix," Harry blurts out. "In the kitchen. I took her while our dinner was burning. And again this morning."

Hermione raises an eyebrow. "Alright. She needs relief. And Daphne too?"

"Daphne pleases me," he moans. "Every morning before she goes to work."

Hermione nods. "Impressive. Your stamina is top-notch. So, if I understand correctly, Daphne pleases you after you've been with Bellatrix?"

"Yes, corre-uh, yes."

"Sly," Hermione whispers.

His hand is a blur, and he's on the edge. "Are you close?" he asks. "Yes," he moans.

"Hold on, young man."

Hermione stands up and in an instant, she sheds her white coat, revealing herself completely naked. The stunning Australian healer stands before him, completely bare, in her own office.

Her breasts are perfect: ample and round with large, erect nipples.

"Would you like to be inside me, Harry?"

"Yes."

Hermione lays him on the small examination table, which creaks but manages to hold. Harry feels the warmth emanating from her intimacy.

"Show me how you pleasure Bellatrix every morning," she commands.

That's something he can do. He grabs Hermione's sensual hips with both hands and lowers her tight intimacy onto his throbbing member.
"Oh," Hermione gasps. "Right there, boy." Her intimacy is incredibly tight.

"Damn," he moans. Her warmth is amazing.

With a deep groan, he thrusts upward, burying himself deep within the Australian goddess, his hands gripping her firm buttocks.

The blonde sways her hips, sensually grinding against his pelvis.

"Now, pretend you're pleasing Daphne's lips," the healer demands.

"Alright," he breathes.

He intensely savors the healer's tight intimacy. The gorgeous, mature Australian is snugly wrapped around him, her ample breasts bouncing beautifully with each thrust. It's heavenly.

"Harder," Hermione commands. "Use me as a vessel for your release, Harry."

"Yes, Healer!"

His hands roughly fondle her breasts, squeezing them. Hermione gasps as her nipples harden under his touch. Her intimacy clenches around him, and her eyes fog over. "Oh, yes, Harry," she moans. Her hips move, and her fingers dig into his arms. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Hermione trembles as a powerful climax washes over her. Her intimacy milks him, demanding every drop of his release.

"Damn!"

He releases deeply inside her, his thick streams of warmth filling the wonderful healer. Hermione shudders as waves of pleasure engulf her.

When she catches her breath, she leans in to kiss him.

"Great job, young man," she purrs. "You're completely healed."

"Thanks," he chuckles.

Hermione stands up, her intimacy dripping with his release. To his surprise, she cleans him up with her mouth, sucking him clean before attending to them both. She puts back on her white coat while he pulls up his pants.

Once they're both ready, she calls Bellatrix into the room.

"And?" Bellatrix asks. "How is he feeling?"

"In perfect health," Hermione says, addressing Bellatrix professionally, while completely exposed under her white coat, her swollen intimacy still dripping with his release.

Harry Potter couldn't believe how professionally she spoke to Bellatrix while being completely naked under her white coat, her swollen intimate parts still dripping with his semen.

"The healthiest man in all of Hogsmeade, I reckon. Maybe he can start work right away," Bellatrix exclaims, squeezing Harry's hands with joy.

As they make their way to the exit, Hermione places her hand on Harry's shoulder. "Don't hesitate to drop by, soldier, the moment you feel even the slightest tremor. You know where to find me."

Harry swallowed hard. "Yes, Healer."

Over the next few weeks, the inn was meticulously restored to its former glory, although it was but a shadow of its former self. The roof was repaired, the garden tamed, the floor replaced, and the walls freshly painted. Harry worked tirelessly, finding a sense of purpose he hadn't felt since his school days.