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SD: CH108 - The World Cup Pt. 2
🕑 Added 2024-04-12 17:23:09 +0000 UTCAlone in the Bones tent, I sat on the bed. Susan Bones stood in front of me, naked as the day she was born, her red hair tied back in a long ponytail, and her eyes looking at me in appreciation and excitement.
“Do as I have taught you.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, and turned around and folded, resting on her knees, her hands stretched forward and balancing her weight against her palms. Her giant melons hung freely, and her tantalisingly wet pussy invited me as she raised her majestic arse up for the taking.
“Please bestow your big and hard cock upon my pussy, sir.”
I smirked. It looked like Susan had taken well to my training. Knowing Amelia, she might have thrown some lessons in as well.
“Spread your pussy.”
“B — but it's embarrassing.”
I stood up, and pushed my ankle against her arsecheeks, pressing her even further down. I poked her anal opening with my toe, and she shivered.
“Really, Susan? Are you going against my command?”
“N— no—”
“Maybe I should call your aunt. Clearly she has been amiss in her training over the week.”
“I — I’ll spread my pussy,” Susan wept, and rested herself against her large breasts. Her hands, now free, pulled both arsecheeks wider, letting me a better, clearer view of her moist pussy lips.
“What? You’re already drenched down there?”
I had yet to touch her there, and she was already oozing out juices like a broken faucet. Clearly someone was a little too excited for this meeting.
“I — I’ll do everything you ask me, sir,” Susan begged. “I’ve been waiting for this ever since you left, Harry. So please…”
“You want me to put it in?” I asked, and grabbed her arse-cheeks with my right hand, mauling them tight. “How dare you rush me?”
Susan let out a whimper.
“Get up! Go to the bed, and bend over,” I said, smacking her arse. Susan groaned, rubbing her arse as she fell upon the bed, resting her face between her hands, her body bent over and arse raised upwards for me to play with. I grabbed her by the hip, and without any preamble, shoved my dick into her arse. I barely made any headway before Susan grabbed the bedsheet tightly and whimpered.
“I’m going all the way in,” I said firmly. “So you better get used to it, and get used to it fast. Every last inch of this cock is going all the way up inside that sweet arse of yours. We can either do it the easy way, or the hard way. It’s really up to you,” I paused as Susan turned back and looked me in the eye, and then she gave me a slow nod. “Good. The next time I push, just concentrate on relaxing that hole. I guarantee you;’re gonna love the feel of this big cock way up in your guts. Just like last time.”
I set my foot and flexed again, pressing against her puckered flesh. Susan let out a long, slow, agonised breath as her hole relaxed, and I pressed forward, my cockhead stretching her tight ring almost to the tearing point. Her little pucker opened up like it was a mouth waiting for a kiss, the pink ring following the contours of the enormous glans of my surging cock.
“Oh! Fuck! Oh fuck!” She moaned, as my cock made its way into her. She blew out another long, slow breath and pushed down, relaxing her sphincter as much as she could. I smiled at her relaxing, her arse snugly embracing my cock completely.
“You’ve got the thickest part in you. The rest should be easy.”
I set my feet firmly in position and rolled my hips slightly, making her anal lips pucker as I lined my cock up the way I wanted. “I’m going to push it all in one long slow stroke, so try and relax if you want to enjoy the ride.”
Susan bit her bottom lip nervously and nodded.
“Good,” I told her, holding her arse spread open. “Here we go.”
I flexed forward, and an inch of my cock slid into her, and then another.
“Oh! Merlin! Harry, fuck! You’re so fucking biggg!” She groaned.
Her thighs trembled, and her body gyrated as she twisted back and forth. I held her tight, and went deeper. Slowly, mercilessly, deeper. The last time we fucked, it was to break her, and tame her feral, independent spirit and turn her into my cocksleeve. The last time, she had fought me on every level, and even when she was screaming in pain and pleasure, she was doing her best not to bend before my dominance. This time, she was raising her hips up, just to ensure I thrust deep inside her.
She was looking like she wouldn’t be able to live a day without my dick from now on.
“I’m cummming!” She whimpered. “My pussy…. Is cummmmming!”
“Hah!” I laughed, slapping her arse cheek. “You’re cumming already? That lame pussy of yours is cumming from my fucking your arse?”
“I’m sorry!” She cried. “I’m sorry for having a lame pussy.” She lifted her head back and yelled out a scream, as her pussy sprayed out juices like a leaking faucet, as her chute muscles spasmed at the unexpected intrusion of my cock deeper inside her backside.
“I feel… full!” She gasped out, her chest heaving as she finally got accustomed to that guest at her backdoor.
“You’re gonna feel even fuller after this. There’s going to be enough cum leaking out of your arse for a full meal.”
I pulled my cock out, the stretched lips of her bum puckering outwards, lowering the retreating shaft as if they didn’t want to let it go. She gasped, her mouth open and her tits heaving as she pushed herself up slightly, shivering at the feeling of being emptied. I kept retreating, until I felt the delicious resistance as my cockhead bumped up against her constrictive ring.
“And here we go in.”
“OH HARRY! It feels so big!” yelled Susan as I drove it all in a single, merciless stroke. I quickly withdrew and then fucked way up into her guts with the next stroke, my body slamming up her bum with an noisy, wet slap.
“Good,” I told her. “You better be, for this is all you’ll be getting all the way till lunch.”
“Lun— Lunch?” she gasped. “But — Auntie —”
“Are you defying my dick?”
I squeezed her tits tighter, and pulled her upward even more. Susan squealed and tightened around my cock even more. Grabbing her tits tightly, I began thrusting even faster.
“Oh fucking fuck! ” She moaned, as her head flipped from side to side, the new sensation overwhelming her. “No— Ugh! No! I — Thank you for fucking me! Hnng! Thank you so much!”
Her body was thrashing about like a wild thing as I held her tightly. I kept pounding my dick into her hungry arse, and she twitched and convulsed as the powerful tremors of a second orgasm coursed through her. And through the entire time, I kept thrusting vigorously back and forth, pounding her into the bed.
“I knew you’d be impatient and start without me,” said Amelia from the doorway,
“Blame Susan,” I said, slapping her arse cheek with my left hand, before pushing both hands underneath her fallen form to grab her breasts. I squeezed them and pulled her back up on her knees, which only made her constrict tighter. Susan squealed and shrieked as my thrusts redefined the interiors of her arse. “She got in ready to serve me. Just like a lady should. You should really get some pointers from her, Amelia.”
“Pfft!” Amelia sneered. “Whores are always willing to bend down at the drop of a hat. Real ladies have men waiting to get the pleasure they cannot get from ordinary whores.”
“Yes,” groaned Susan. “Only until the lady realises she’s been thrown out and the whore’s taken her place.”
I rolled my eyes. It looked like the private feud between her and her niece wasn’t completely over yet.
“She has a point, Amelia,” I said, a sly grin on my features. “One would think that your work is more important than getting fucked.”
Amelia’s response to that was to snap her fingers, as her robes fell off, revealing her naked flesh.
“Now get your sexy arse over here.”
Amelia pouted the entire way across the bedroom until she was standing next to me. She quickly dropped her act and hoisted herself onto her toes, and kissed me on the lips.
‘Oh! Fuck me!” mewled Susan. “Fuck me, Harry!”
I pulled my cock out of Susan’s arse, grabbing Amelia’s tits as she hungrily attacked my lips, her hands already reaching down to my cock. Susan took the moment to turn around, my exertion with her arse making her groan at the slightest moment. She met my eyes, and I gestured her to push further up on the bed. I pulled back from Amelia, spun her around, and pushed her down against the bed, falling into a doggy position with ease.
And lying in front of her face, naked and wet, with her legs parted, was Susan.
With a firm hold, I gripped her by her hair and pushed her towards Susan’s completely shaven pussy. Amelia fought to keep her lips closed, not wanting to lick her niece’s pussy, but I pushed my cock right into her arse. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened in a nice big ‘O’ and I pushed it into Susan’s flawless pussy.
“Lick her,” I commanded. “Make her cum while I fuck you.”
Following my command like the bitch she was, Amelia instantly began to lick her niece’s folds, with Susan groaning and grabbing her aunt’s head and pulling her deeper. With every thrust I made into Amelia’s arse, it pushed her tongue deeper, and her face kept hitting against Susan’s nethers.
Susan was off in a world of pleasure, the back of her head against the mattress, her closed eyes pointed skyward, writhing in ecstasy with her hands gripping her aunt’s head as the DMLE Head licked her pussy, while I fucked her aunt’s shapely behind. From the look on her face, Amelia’s tongue was hitting all the right spots and after everything the woman had done to her during his stay at the Bones mansion, this was a very satisfying payoff.
“Don’t!” She hissed, as her aunt pulled back to take a breath. “Don’t stop! Keep going! Keep licking my pussy, Auntie! Just a little more! Just a — UGH!”
Meanwhile —
“Oh! Oh! Ummmmmph!”
I was pummeling Amelia now and her cries were all too familiar. Just like her niece, she was about to erupt.
And then I got my wish. Susan gripped Amelia’s hair by handfuls as she wailed out in orgasmic euphoria. The way she wiggled and writhed while losing her mind drove me crazy. Susan was smart, savvy, quick with that innocent princess attitude when she wasn’t bossing people around. Seeing her turn into this blubbery mess when she came was just that much enticing.
Especially when her aunt, the DMLE Head herself, erupted at the same time thanks to my cock drilling into her arse.
Loud panting and moaning created a symphony of post-orgasmic elation as aunt and niece both attempted to catch their breath. Susan looked a little flustered from cumming from her aunt’s tongue, while Amelia was trying to breathe from the ferocious and sudden pummeling her arse had gotten after a week of sexual abstinence. To my knowledge, there was only one time when she had gotten anal sex and that had been during our little bet, post which I had to leave Bones Mansion to attend the most significant events at Greengrass manor.
Neither girl said anything, but they were both on the same page, they were up for doing anything I wanted.
I slid out of the warm, wet, tight paradise that was Amelia’s arse, and gave her a firm smack on her arse cheeks for good measure. Her yelp was a reminder of who owned her holes.
“Get up on the bed.”
Amelia didn’t even need any further clarification. Ever since my victory, she had submitted to me completely on all matters sexual. My dominance even extended to the little power plays on the political level, in which she would treat me as her partner and equal rather than be the DMLE Head looking down on a teenager with too much political power and too little experience. I was still on the fence about sharing my ‘time-travel’ story with Amelia just to get things moving faster, and by the looks of things, I needed to come to a decision soonish.
Especially if the Quidditch World Cup ended the way I thought it would.
But that was for later. For now, I grabbed Susan’s petite shin and pulled her over to me, so her legs were now dangling off the bed.
“Sit on her face.”
No hesitation, no asking questions, and no resistance. That was my movie and I was the director. Amelia swiftly moved over to her niece and sat on her face, her knees resting on the comfy mattress, facing me, as complete joy washed over her. After being subjected to licking her niece, the DMLE Head was probably thinking of this as her chance to feel vindicated.
As for Susan, she didn’t even need instruction. I had broken her before, and unlike Amelia, she was ready to please me in whatever way I asked her to. And eating her aunt out was in no way off-limits to the petite busty redhead.
I grinned. I didn’t know how the arses of a forty-something woman and her young niece feel just the same. Tight and warm and absolutely snug. I had two perfect bodies at my disposal, and I wasn’t about to let either of them go to waste.
Pushing my cock into Susan’s wet pussy, I reached out and grabbed Amelia by her neck and pulled her back, kissing her in the lips. My tongue deep inside her mouth, my cock stretching Susan, and Amelia’s pussy being dutifully attended by Susan’s diligent tongue — things just couldn’t get better from this.
Or could they?
I pulled back and clamped around Amelia’s left nipple, and began mauling her breasts. She moaned loudly, perfectly in tune with Susan’s groans and gasps as my raging prick thrusted in and out of her. Her mouth hung open, a look of pure rapture on her face, her eyes hooded with lust, a fine sheen of perspiration making it look like she was glowing with sexual bliss. Meanwhile, her knees dug deeper into the mattress, pushing her pussy folds deeper into Susan’s face.
I grinned, and much to Amelia’s surprise, lifted her wandlessly into the air, before gently resting her on top of Susan. Both girls were on their backs, but Amelia was resting along Susan’s. Peering down at the two sparkling pussies desperate for my attention, with Amelia’s on top, and Susan’s just inches below, I pushed my throbbing cock into Amelia, thrusting as deep as I could. Amelia’s eyes widened like saucers and she let out a loud moan, only for me to pull out and journey deep inside her niece. And then it back to her, and then I pushed into Susan’s love hole again.
“This is so hot!” Susan commented.
I agreed. Seeing these two deliciously writhing redheads reconfirmed exactly how much I had moved up this world ever since finding myself here. The DMLE Head was vying for Lady Potter, and for all I cared, she could be one. Susan would be the Lady Bones, and grant me the Lordship of her clan. I was already playing the Greengrasses, and if things were right, both Houses Greengrass and Selwyn would fall under my thumb. All that was remaining was to take care of the House Black issue, something that this World Cup would do for me.
“Ugh! Faster!” Amelia moaned.
With a grin, I fulfilled her request, giving her an extra push at double the speed, before pulling out and drilling into Susan. As similar as they felt, both of my girlfriends had differences. Unique bumps and ridges gripped my manhood as I explored them one after the other. Amelia was unbelievably wet, while Susan had the slight edge in tightness, but they both gripped me like warm hugs. They both possessed the same feeling of passion. I wanted to soak in Amelia’s devotion, but Susan’s yearning desperation also demanded appreciation. Neither girl was going to even dream about any other man.
They had me now.
“Kiss,” I told them.
Amelia tilted her head to the side, and found Susan eagerly waiting for her. I didn’t know if Susan had ever kissed another girl or not, but this was definitely the first time she was kissing her aunt on the lips. The kiss turned into a passionate snog, and while neither were bisexual, they were going to kiss if I told them to kiss.
They were my personal sluts. They would wear any outfit I wanted, play out any fetish I requested, and do any little thing my heart desired. My deviant mind had a never-ending list of perverted tasks for them to take part in.
Too bad this was neither time nor place for that sort of thing.
“Oh! That was hot!” Susan whispered, and kissed her aunt again.
Before Amelia could even respond, my strong thrusts turned to ferocious slams, engaging in a silent and unannounced battle against her. Susan was more into making out with her aunt than I had expected, and I was constantly drilling into Amelia’s pussy, keeping her from even thinking about anything other than the constant pleasure the two of us were feeding into her system.
“OH FUCK! I’M GON — NA! CUM! AGAIN!” Amelia gasped, thanks to the pounding she was getting. “Don’t! Stop! Dont! Stop!”
“Oh believe me,” I said, doubling my pounding. “I have absolutely no desire to stop anytime soon.”
The real games were going to begin right when the finals would begin, and until then, I had a few hours to spare. These two girls wanted me to leave everything and stay with them. They really needed to learn why one must be careful what one wished for.
I’d spend the next several hours correcting their ignorance.
By the time we were done, it was already past lunch time. Amelia had summoned lunches to the tent for the three of us. Hermione and the rest knew that I wouldn’t be joining them any time soon, so instead I had sent a patronus to Arthur Weasley, letting him know that I’d be directly joining them during the finals match. Susan was absolutely knackered from the entire episode and was taking a nap, while Amelia and I had dressed up, ready to leave and play our respective parts.
“The blueprint of the seating arrangement,” said Amelia, opening a massive piece of parchment on the table. Much like the Marauder’s map, it was enchanted and displayed the location of every single seat inside the stadium, the identities the seats were registered under, as well as who was currently sitting there.
“I’m still wondering about those weird demands you asked for earlier,” she said. “I already altered the Auror patrol positions based on the information you gave me, but this is —”
“Are you doubting me, Amelia?”
“I’m…. not,” said the DMLE Head with a slight hesitation. “You are unnaturally capable, Harry, and only a fool would doubt that. But this is international politics we are dealing with. If things go south, Britain would be tangled in an international PR nightmare. Between that and the — the —”
“The Triwizard tournament,” I offered, much to her surprise. “The one that has been restarted, with Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang participating in it this upcoming term.”
“I would ask you how you know about this Ministry secret, but I feel like it would be a waste of time,” Amelia replied, miffed about the clear leaks in her administration’s security.
“Not your fault, Amelia,” I said with a laugh. “You weren’t the one that hired Ludo Bagman and charged him with coordinating this entire nonsense.”
“It’s not nonsense,” Amelia snapped. “It is the outcome of two years of constant effort by seven departments of the Ministry of Magic. Our current foreign policy needs this tournament, Harry. This Quidditch World Cup, a lot is resting on this. If we have a fiasco, it is going to send a major backlash to our Ministry.” She gripped his arm tightly. “So I’m telling you this one final time, if you have concrete information about something that’s about to happen, just tell me and I’ll have my forces take care of it. Even better, I’ll take care of it myself.”
I took that as an invitation to probe things further. “I can tell you one thing for certain. There is definitely going to be a fiasco. And it’s going to end up with severe collateral damage.”
“Then Harry—”
I held up a hand. “I’m not questioning your incompetence, Amelia, nor am I doubting your forces. But trust me when I tell you, you have two options. The first, is that I tell you everything — all the information I have. You and your forces act at the right time, and perhaps even take out the insurgent elements at the right moment with minimum collateral damage. But it will still end up causing a giant fiasco that will end up making the British Ministry look terrible in front of the ICW.”
Amelia’s grip tightened. “And the other?”
“I give you selective information. You act upon it, take out the insurgents at the right moment with minimum collateral damage. You agree with my demands I asked earlier, and I enact my plans. That way, the Ministry doesn’t look like a giant piece of hippogriff shit and the Tournament happens without any issues. And who knows, maybe we all end up gaining something from this fiasco.”
Amelia’s expression momentarily flashed to one of indignation before settling down again. “You are lucky I have a weak spot for you, Harry Potter. I would have cursed you six ways to Sunday for far, far less.”
“I’ve been told that I have sheer, dumb luck on my side,” I quipped. “Now, do you have the other thing I asked of you?”
“Yes,” said Amelia tersely, and undid the pendant she was wearing. Tapping it with her wand, she expanded the jewellery to five times its size, before it opened with an audible click. I watched as she pulled out something that looked like a galleon, only it was far thicker and engraved all over in ways I had never seen before.
And it was crimson. Bright crimson. The colour of blood.
“Is this it?” I asked, sceptically, my suspicions vanishing the instant I took it from her. Just touching it and feeling it draw upon my magic made it clear what the substance was. Not gold or silver, or any mundane metal, but mithril — pure, potent mithril, a superconductor for raw, magical energy. It was as big as the palm of my hand and on one side was an intricate web of symbols that resembled Aztec hieroglyphics.
“It’s called the Serratura,” said Amelia, eying the object with distaste. “The name’s Italian origin, meaning ‘lock’. It has the power to trap one or more people when they are in the same place. The spell to activate it must be performed by a Bones witch. I’ve already done that, so all you need to do is place it on the ground at the location where you want the barrier to envelope. Mind you, the barrier will be created with the serratura on its periphery, and if anyone lifts it up, the barrier will disperse instantly.”
I frowned. “And what prevents someone from, oh I don’t know, blasting it off and dispersing the barrier?”
“You can’t,” said Amelia. “The Serratura’s mysteries are based on the foundation of honour-duels in the olden days. The moment you’re trapped inside the Serratura’s warded field, it imposes a magical agreement on all parties to fight to the death, and the sacrifice is offered to an ancient Canaanite god Moloch, and in turn, Moloch is said to bless the victor for providing quality entertainment. So long as there is more than one person inside, the duel isn’t over, and the Serratura’s barrier is highly resistant to any and all forms of known magic.”
I looked at her in distaste. This wasn’t the first time I had heard of religious connotations amongst witches and wizards. Walburga’s wraith had claimed that the Blacks were the children of the yenaldooshi, native american sorcerers that practised extremely dark magic. An art she had been instructing me bit by bit during the summer, especially after I had prepared enough for my final offering, or as Walburga put it, my blood-Ascension to the mantle of the Black Lord.
But hearing about such artefacts from Amelia, I couldn’t help but question just how intertwined muggle religious mythology and wizardry were in this world.
“Whatever you’re up to, Harry Potter, make sure you’re not caught with this,” warned Amelia. “The Serratura has been in my family for generations and its valuation is in the tens of thousands of galleons, and most importantly, it can be traced back to me.”
I handed the coin back to Amelia, who put it safely inside her pendant, and handed it over to me.
“I’m taking a big risk, Harry,” she said, meeting my eyes. “Please, do not misplace my trust.”
I held the pendant in my palm. The pieces were finally falling in place. The event was there, the opportunity and the resources were finally in the palm of my hand. All I needed was to confirm a few things, wait for the right opportunity, and all I was scheming for would be mine before the night was over.
“Trust me,” I said, pocketing the blueprint as I put on my robe. “I won’t.”
Comments
NightFury
Thank you for the chapter! I wonder if things will go as Harry expects.
Robert
Happy to see another update! Great chapter. Looking forward to how the rest of the World Cup will unfold! Cheers!
