Chapter 33

Big Tits Central (Susan Bones and Lavender Brown)

The second Harry stepped into the Den, the charm did its thing—robes gone in a blink, shirt tugged away, trousers with it. Left him bare like everyone else in here. Not that he minded. He built the spell himself. The place didn’t allow clothes, or shame, or silence.

And speaking of silence—today was oddly full of it.

He glanced around. No one on the lounges, no one giggling over a bottle or sprawled out on a beanbag with legs open and eyes half-lidded. It felt... lazy. Afternoon haze kind of lazy. Which usually meant someone was up to something.

And then he heard it.

The kind of wet, rhythmic sound that didn’t belong anywhere near textbooks.

He smirked before he even turned his head.

Far corner, one of the beds. No hangings, because of course not, and no privacy charms either—not that they’d work in the Den anyway. The magic here stripped more than clothes. Secrets didn’t last long, either.

Harry padded over, casual like he had nowhere better to be, and stopped a few feet from the bed.

And yeah—there they were.

Susan Bones on her back, legs spread wide and not even pretending to be shy about it. Lavender Brown kneeling between them, completely naked, arse in the air and hair falling in messy waves across Susan’s thigh. Both of them glistening in different ways. The tits on display were absolutely enormous.

They saw him. Didn’t stop. Just... looked.

Lavender met his eyes first. “Took your time,” she said, voice low but not breathless. Like she’d been waiting for him.

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t realise there was a schedule.”

Susan made a soft noise—kind of a moan, kind of a laugh. “You’re always on the schedule, Potter.”

He stepped closer. “Didn’t think I’d walk in and find you two putting on a bloody show.”

Lavender rolled her hips a bit, dragging her tongue slowly up Susan’s thigh. “Not a show. Just... keeping ourselves entertained.”

Harry looked them both over—Susan flushed and glowing, Lav with that cocky glint in her eye like she was daring him to try and take control from her. He loved that shit.

“And what, neither of you thought to invite me?”

Lavender shrugged, didn’t stop what she was doing. “Figured you’d find us eventually. You always do.”

Susan arched her back a little, breath catching. Her tits were full and ridiculous, nipples hard, one hand lazily cupping the underside like she didn’t even know she was doing it.

Harry’s cock twitched. He didn’t bother hiding it. “Fucking hell,” he muttered. “You two together’s just—Christ.”

Lav looked up again. “You joining or just gonna stand there with your dick out and stare?”

“Bit rude if I didn’t, yeah?”

Susan looked at him then—really looked, eyes dragging down, lips parted. “You can do more than just join,” she said. “You can take charge.”

Harry’s smirk turned into something sharper.

“Good,” he said, stepping right up to the bed. “That’s the only way I do things.”

Harry didn’t rush.

He never rushed in here. The Den had its own rhythm—lazy, hungry, addictive—and right now, it was dripping all over Lavender’s thighs.

He climbed onto the bed like he belonged there—because he did—settling beside Susan, whose breath hitched the second his hand slid across her stomach. Soft skin. Warmer than it should be. He traced up slowly, fingers brushing over one of her tits. Heavy. Gorgeous. Practically spilling into his palm.

“Merlin,” he muttered, squeezing gently. “How do you even walk around with these?”

Susan laughed, breathless. “With difficulty.”

Lavender snorted from between her legs. “Speak for yourself.”

Harry reached with his other hand, grabbing a fistful of her arse. “Oh, I wasn’t gonna forget you,” he said, giving it a firm slap that made her squeak. “Yours might not be as ridiculous, but it’s still stupid in all the right ways.”

Lavender looked over her shoulder, grinning. “Glad you approve, Commander Potter.”

Harry grinned back, but his voice dropped as he leaned in, fingers tugging lightly on Susan’s nipple. “Now shut up and let me enjoy my bloody afternoon.”

Lav obeyed—mostly—dipping back down, mouth wet and eager again. Susan whimpered, arching under both of them now, caught between pleasure and too much pleasure and whatever came next.

Harry didn’t move for a bit. Just watched. One hand palming Susan’s tits, the other still resting on Lav’s arse. Letting it build. Letting them squirm.

Then he leaned in and kissed Susan, and fuck, she tasted like need. Hot, desperate, her mouth opening for him right away. He swallowed her moan, deepened it, tugged her closer until her chest was pressed up against his and her hips started moving with every little roll of Lavender’s tongue.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he said against her lips. “All worked up. Moaning for me.”

“Always do,” she breathed. “Even when you’re not here.”

Lavender looked up, face flushed, lips shiny. “She literally came yesterday just from thinking about you spanking her.”

Susan groaned, hiding her face in Harry’s neck. “Don’t tell him that.”

Harry just chuckled, hand sliding down her body, right between her thighs.

“Well now I’ve got expectations to live up to.”

He didn’t tease. He wasn’t in the mood to. His fingers found her soaked and ready—fucking dripping—and he groaned, actually groaned, pressing two inside her without warning.

Susan howled. Like actually made a noise so loud the bed creaked and Lavender laughed into her thigh.

“You’re disgusting,” Lav said, breathless, not even hiding the grin. “Look at you. Fucking soaking.”

Harry kissed the corner of Susan’s jaw, moving his fingers just right, curling. “That for me or her?”

“Both,” Susan gasped, hips twitching. “Fucking both.”

Lavender sat up a little more, crawling up next to them, tits swinging lightly, flushed and wild-eyed. She ran her fingers through Harry’s hair before pulling him into a kiss that tasted like Susan.

“Your turn,” she murmured. “I want to watch you fuck her first.”

Harry pulled back just enough to look her in the eye. “You want to watch?”

Lav nodded, biting her lip.

He shifted, tugging Susan’s legs wider, guiding his cock to her entrance. She was panting, hand tangled in the sheets, other one clinging to his arm like she’d fall apart without him.

He leaned down, lips brushing hers.

“Eyes on me,” he whispered. “Don’t blink.”

He pushed in slow.

Not teasing, not playing games—just deep, thick, steady pressure until Susan’s back arched off the bed and her mouth dropped open in a silent fuck. Her legs twitched. Her fingers dug into his arms. Her tits bounced once, twice, like her body couldn’t decide whether to melt or break.

Harry groaned low in his throat. “Shit, you’re tight.”

Susan whimpered, still clutching him. “Y-you’re just big.”

Lavender leaned in, dragging her teeth across Harry’s shoulder. “She’s been soaking for twenty minutes. Don’t let her act innocent now.”

“I’m not,” Susan gasped. “I’m fucking begging.”

Harry didn’t need another word.

He pulled back and pushed in again, harder this time, and the sound that came out of her throat was somewhere between a moan and a sob. Lav bit her lip, eyes locked on where they were joined. Her hand drifted down between her own legs, slow and lazy, but her fingers were shaking.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” she muttered. “You going to ruin her already?”

Harry turned his head just enough to kiss her—sloppy, deep, needy. Then he grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand away from herself.

“Not yet,” he said. “You wait your turn.”

Lav groaned, half pissed off, half turned on beyond reason. She crawled back a bit, sitting on her heels, breasts flushed and perfect and bouncing with every shift.

“Bossy today.”

Harry looked down at Susan. Her eyes were glassy. Her legs had wrapped around his waist without her noticing.

“I said,” he growled, thrusting again, “eyes on me.”

Susan’s head lolled, but she obeyed. “Yes—yes, Harry, fuck—fuck—”

He fucked her deep, steady, hips snapping against her in slow, punishing strokes. One hand on her hip, the other moving up to squeeze one of her tits, thumb brushing her nipple until she cried out.

“Godric’s balls,” Lavender said, staring. “You’re actually gonna make her come just from this, aren’t you?”

“She’s close,” Harry said, voice tight. “You feel it, Bones? That heat building? That stretch? That need to fucking break?”

Susan just nodded, mouth open, panting like she'd run miles. Her moans were loud now, raw, almost ugly—but real. She wasn’t faking a single sound.

“Don’t come yet,” Harry said, pulling out suddenly, making her scream.

She writhed. Actually writhed. Her hands flew to her own pussy like she was about to finish herself off anyway.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Harry snapped.

Her fingers froze.

Lavender let out a broken laugh. “You’re evil.”

Harry didn’t answer. He just grabbed Lavender by the waist and dragged her up the bed. She gasped, but didn’t resist, straddling Susan’s chest as her own soaked thighs spread wide over her friend’s stomach.

Harry looked at them both—wrecked, dripping, his—and felt that familiar, heady throb behind his eyes.

He stroked his cock once, still wet with Susan, then lined himself up again.

“Now,” he said, eyes on Lav, “you sit there and don’t touch yourself until she’s screaming again.”

Lavender whimpered.

Harry drove back into Susan without warning.

Susan cried out as he pounded her. Her pussy clenched around him like a vice.

She wasn’t even trying to hold it together anymore—writhing under them, moaning without rhythm, hands clawing at the sheets like they could anchor her to the bed. Harry was deep inside her again, and every thrust landed like a statement—hard, hot, no mercy.

“Fuck—Harry—Harry—!”

He didn’t slow.

“You're so fucking tight,” he said, panting, hand tight on her hip.

Lavender whimpered from above, sitting astride Susan’s chest, her whole body twitching every time Harry slammed into her friend beneath. She was a wreck too—watching had clearly gotten to her. Her thighs were shaking. Her breath was stuttering. Her fingers were white-knuckled where they dug into Susan’s shoulders.

Harry looked up at her. “You touching yourself?”

“No—fuck—I haven’t—” She was shaking her head before he even finished. “I swear, I didn’t—”

He reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, dragging her forward until her mouth crashed against his. It was rough. Desperate. Open and wet and filthy.

“Good girl,” he growled into her lips. “You get your reward after Susan breaks.”

And Susan? Oh, she was right there. Close. Her voice had gone wrecked and wet, like her throat couldn’t keep up with the sounds spilling out. Her tits bounced with every thrust, nipples still flushed, skin gleaming with sweat. Her legs had locked around Harry’s waist without her even realising, trying to keep him in every time he tried to pull out.

“I—fuck—I’m gonna—please—”

He growled, low and dark. “Then come. Fucking come for me.”

She screamed.

Loud. Raw. Back arched, thighs trembling, body seizing like he’d hit some magic nerve that made everything fire at once. Her nails dragged red lines down his back. Her cunt clenched around him, tight enough to make him bite back a groan.

Lavender moaned at the sight—just straight-up moaned, hand twitching like it wanted to break the rule.

Harry pulled out suddenly, his cock slick, dripping, twitching from the pressure he’d been holding back. He grabbed Lavender by the jaw, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“You want it now?”

She nodded. Too fast. Eyes glassy, breath catching.

“You sure?”

“Please,” she whispered, voice cracking.

He grinned.

“Then on your back. Legs wide. And if you come before I say, I’ll pull out and make you wait another hour.”

Lavender scrambled. No dignity left, not a shred. Just hunger and obedience and her own desperate heat.

Harry looked down at Susan, still panting, twitching, completely used.

He kissed her forehead. “You did perfect.”

Then he turned to Lavender—already spread, already soaked—and lined himself up again.

“Your fucking turn.”

Lavender hit the mattress like she’d fall apart if she didn’t lie down right now. Her chest was rising fast. Her legs were already open, too open, like she wanted Harry inside before he could even think about teasing.

Harry didn’t move for a second. Just stared.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered. “You look like a meal.”

Lav didn’t smile. Didn’t joke. Just nodded. “Then eat.”

He grabbed her thighs and yanked her closer, hard enough that her breath caught, and then lined himself up again, his cock still slick from Susan, thick and hot and twitching with restraint.

Lav’s eyes rolled back the moment the head touched her—just that. Just a press.

“You that sensitive?” Harry asked, teasing now, rubbing slow circles against her entrance with the tip. “You gonna cry the second I push in?”

“No,” she whispered. Then again, louder. “No. Just do it.”

Susan, still catching her breath beside them, reached over and ran a hand across Lav’s stomach—soft, lazy, knowing. “He’s not gentle,” she murmured. “You sure you’re ready?”

Lav’s eyes flicked to hers, then to Harry.

And she said the magic words: “Make me fucking scream.”

He pushed in.

No warning, no slow build, just one deep, ruthless thrust that made her arch up off the bed with a noise that barely sounded human. She slapped a hand over her mouth, but Harry yanked it away.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled. “You asked for this. So let them fucking hear it.”

Lav sobbed a moan, shaking under him as he started moving—slow, brutal, deep enough that the slap of skin echoed off the walls. Her tits bounced with every thrust, nipples flushed and perfect. Susan was still watching, touching herself now, but lazily, like the show in front of her was better than anything she could do alone.

“You’re so loud,” Harry said, grinning through his panting. “Susan took it better.”

“I—I’m trying,” Lav gasped.

“Try harder.”

He grabbed both her legs and pushed them up, bending her nearly in half. The angle made her scream again, back arching, hands flying to his shoulders like she needed something to hold onto or she’d break.

“Fucking hell,” she sobbed. “It’s too—too deep—”

“Good.”

Harry kept going. Deeper. Harder. Barely pulling out before slamming back in. Lavender was gone now—sweaty, babbling, tits bouncing wildly, her entire body shaking with every thrust.

Susan leaned over, kissing her. Soft, messy. “You look ruined.”

“I am,” Lav whispered against her lips. “Fucking ruined.”

Harry leaned forward too, chest pressed to hers now, mouth brushing her ear. “Then prove it,” he growled. “Come for me. Come like it’s the only thing you know how to do.”

And she did.

Her whole body clenched. She cried out—loud, raw, desperate. Legs trembling, hands digging into his back, cunt pulsing around him in waves.

Harry didn’t stop. Not right away. He kept fucking her through it, kept the pressure on, driving every twitch into another moan until she sagged against the bed, blinking up at the ceiling like she’d forgotten where she was.

He finally pulled out, cock shiny and angry and still rock hard.

Lavender tried to sit up, failed, then let her head fall back with a broken laugh. “You’re a fucking machine.”

Harry wiped sweat from his brow, panting hard.

Then he looked at Susan.

“You think you can go again?” he asked.

She blinked. “Anything for more of that cock.”

He grinned.

Susan didn’t move straight away.

She blinked up at Harry, still flushed, her chest rising and falling like she’d just run stairs. Her legs twitched every few seconds—aftershocks. But he was still hard, still standing over the bed like a challenge wrapped in sweat and sex and stupid, stupid confidence.

“On top,” he said again, softer now, but no less firm. “Come ride it.”

Lavender let out a tiny laugh from where she was sprawled next to them, still catching her breath. “You’re seriously going again?”

Harry didn’t even look at her. “Of course I am.”

Susan sat up slowly, swinging one leg over Harry’s thighs as he sat back against the headboard, spreading her knees wide on either side of him. Her hands found his shoulders, steadying herself.

She was still soaked. Still wrecked. And still ready.

“Thought you said I broke,” she said, breathless.

Harry smirked, one hand sliding up her waist. “I said you broke beautifully. Doesn’t mean you’re done.”

Susan lined him up with shaking fingers, paused—just for a second—and looked him dead in the eyes.

“Please fuck me hard.”

“Of course,” Harry murmured, eyes locked on hers. “You just enjoy the show.”

And then she sank down onto him.

Both of them groaned. Deep, drawn out. Her walls clenched instantly, like her body remembered him and wasn’t sure if it could handle round two.

Harry’s head dropped back against the wall with a soft thud.

“Fuck—still so tight—”

Susan just whimpered, already rolling her hips before she’d even bottomed out.

She moved slowly at first, letting herself adjust, using his chest for balance. Her tits bounced lightly with each motion, her lips parted, eyes fluttering. Her rhythm was messy, desperate, more need than control.

“Look at you,” Harry whispered, hands settling on her hips. “So eager to put yourself back together just so I can break you again.”

Susan gasped, head dropping forward. “You’re such a prick.”

“Yeah,” he said, thrusting up once, hard, making her cry out. “But I’m your prick.”

Lavender, still lying beside them, dragged her nails lazily down Susan’s back. “You’re bouncing like a bloody porn star.”

“Don’t care,” Susan moaned. “Feels too good—”

Harry grabbed her tits, rough but careful, thumbs grazing her nipples just enough to make her jolt.

“Take what you want,” he said, voice lower now, tender through the heat. “I’ll hold you up.”

Susan’s rhythm stuttered. She sped up. Faster now, messier, hands slipping on his shoulders. Her moans were sharp again, chest rising and falling, thighs twitching every time he thrust up to meet her.

“I’m gonna—gonna—”

“Do it,” Harry said, arms wrapping around her now, holding her to him. “You earned it. Come on me. Come for me.”

She shattered.

Right there in his arms, back arched, mouth open, body pulsing around his cock until she was shaking against him, moaning nonsense into his shoulder. Harry kissed her jaw, her neck, held her as she came down.

He didn’t come yet. Still hard. Still patient.

But when Susan finally lifted her head, sweaty and dazed and smiling like a girl who’d just died and come back to life, he kissed her full on the mouth.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

Lavender didn’t wait this time.

The second she saw Susan melt into Harry’s arms again, twitching and boneless with that blissed-out look on her face, she pounced. Crawled up the bed like she was starving, climbed right into Harry’s lap before he’d even caught his breath. Her fingers wrapped around his cock like she was claiming it.

“You said,” she growled, eyes wild, “you’d fuck me again.”

Harry smirked, one arm still around Susan. “I did. And you’re already dripping for it.”

Lav wasn’t playing now. She lined him up, not even giving herself a second to think, and slammed herself down in one go.

They both moaned—his sharp and low, hers loud and desperate. She dropped her head back and rocked, tits bouncing, thighs already trembling.

“Fuck—fuck, yes—fuck yes—”

Harry grabbed her hips, guiding her, letting her set the pace for a few seconds before taking it back.

“No more teasing,” she gasped. “No more orders—just fuck me—I want you to come in me—”

“Oh, you’ll get it,” he muttered. “You’ll feel it.”

He planted his feet flat on the mattress, gripped her tight, and started thrusting up into her like she was built for it. Full-body, brutal, skin slapping loud and hot and raw. Lavender screamed—actually screamed—and didn’t care who heard.

Susan stirred beside them, blinking hazily, one hand drifting down between her legs again as she watched.

Lavender was losing it. Sweat down her chest, hair stuck to her face, body bouncing like he’d turned her into a fucking toy. Every thrust made her jolt, her eyes rolling back, mouth open in a soundless moan that only broke when he hit a spot that made her sob.

He fucked her hard. Very fucking hard. She loved every single second of it, craving more and more. Begging for him to go harder.

"FUCK ME HARRY, FUCK-"

He sped up again, sweat dripping down his forehead now.

“I can’t—I can’t—I’m coming—”

“Fucking take it,” Harry snapped, cock twitching deep inside her. “Come on my cock. Drench it.”

She howled.

Her whole body seized up, legs locking around him, nails dragging down his chest as she came harder than before—louder, messier, more.

Harry groaned, pulled her close—and then it hit him.

He buried himself deep, grabbed her by the hair and kissed her hard, grunting as he finally let go. Hot, thick pulses spilling inside her, hips jerking, whole body tensing as pleasure slammed through him like a curse.

They stayed like that for a long moment.

Just breathing.

Lav slumped against his chest, twitching, panting. Susan pressed in from the side, still stroking herself lazily, kissing Harry’s shoulder like it was the only thing grounding her.

The Den was silent.

Finally, Lavender laughed. Just a soft, wrecked sound.

“Fuck me,” she mumbled, face buried in Harry’s neck. “I don’t think I can walk.”

Harry grinned, still catching his breath.

“Good,” he said, wrapping an arm around each of them. “Means I did it right.”

Susan blinked, dazed. “You definitely did it right.”

They collapsed together in a tangle of skin and sweat and ruined smugness. The kind of silence that only followed really, really good decisions.

Harry let out a slow sigh. “You know what we need?”

Lav lifted her head, barely.

“What?”

“Water. And toast. And maybe a medal.”

Susan laughed. “We should have a wall for this. Like trophies.”

Lav nodded. “Shag of the Week.”

Harry groaned. “Okay, we’re doing that.”