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Harry Potter and the Sluts of Future Past (Ch.6)
🕑 Added 2024-03-16 21:24:06 +0000 UTCTwo heads, one deep red the other brunette, were bobbing up and down between Harry’s legs. He leaned back with a contented groan as he received a very enthusiastic double blowjob. It was good to be him.
Lily had her face pressed into his ballsack, nuzzling it with delight, no doubt eager to see the hot cum leave his balls and spill all over her. Bellatrix, meanwhile, was facefucking herself, impaling her own throat with wild abandon with drool dripping down her chin. Her lips made for a vacuum seal as she sucked on his erect phallus and was no less determined than Lily to bring him to completion.
There wasn’t much in terms of teamwork here, but the two passionate young women weren’t fighting each other and that already was more than Harry had been expecting. Certainly not without a repeat lesson and certainly not now when he was about to announce the victor of the first round.
There had been some jostling as the two girls sought to take the best spot, but that didn’t last long. It seemed they were content to do their parts without interfering with one another.
Now that might have been all well and good, but Harry wasn’t about to pass up on some entertainment.
He gathered his will and infused it with magic, casually reaching the levels of wandless casting that would have made Voldemort green with envy. Harry reached out and grabbed Bella and Lily by their necks, giving them a light squeeze. Nothing major – just something to momentarily spice up the moment.
“Gnngh.” “Glurgh”
Both young women groaned and gurgled and pressed their thighs together as fresh waves of arousal hit them. For all their differences the two young women were more alike than either would ever be willing to admit.
Harry tugged on their necks, pulling the pair away from his cock and balls.
The two let out identical moans of frustrated pleasure at having been denied. Bella and Lily glanced at each other, disgusted at the idea of having acted like the other and looked away and up at Harry.
The same question burned in their gazes.
“I guess now it’s time to announce the victor.” Harry said as his cock throbbed in the cool air of the classroom.
The girls’ gazes intensified even further if that was even possible.
“Now now.” Harry raised a hand. “This was just round 1. So the victor should not rest on her laurels and the loser has nothing to despair over.”
“I know that already.” Bellatrix said impatiently. “Now tell that bitch how she lost.”
Harry levelled a stern look at the Black slut and gave her neck a warning squeeze.
“Glurgkh.”
Bellatrix choked on her own spit, and reluctantly looked down.
Harry briefly contemplated changing his decision, but in the end decided against it. If her ego got any bigger, Harry would deal with her appropriately, until then he would not deny her her rightful victory.
“And the victor of round 1 is….” Harry took what he hoped was dramatic enough pause. “...Bellatrix.”
Lily’s face fell while Bella’s lost any semblance of remorse and became even more arrogant. The Black Witch grinned victoriously as she looked down at the muggleborn witch.
“See! Master recognizes the superior stock.” She boasted.” You might as well give up now, save some dignity. It’s not like you have any chance of victory, you mudb-”
And that’s as far as Harry let it go. With a flex of his will, he forced Bella’s mouth and throat back onto his cock, impaling them until Bella’s lips were wrapped around the base of his phallus and the muscles of her throat spasmed most pleasurably around his shaft. It was nice to see Bella’s neck bulge trying to contain the immense girth of his member.
With Bellatrix effectively silenced, Harry turned to his other pet. Lily was sitting on her haunches, frustration plain on her face. She was pouting, for Merlin’s sake! Harry almost laughed at the expression. Still, it wouldn’t do for her to give up now, not when the competition was bringing Harry so much fun!
“Lily,” Harry said, his voice gentle. Lily shuddered, but looked up and held his gaze admirably. “The fact that Bella was so insistent you give up now, should tell you all you need to know about how confident she feels about her ability to maintain her lead and win the ultimate prize.”
Lily appeared thoughtful as she mulled over his words. Harry watched fascinated as despair slowly melted away, replaced by steely determination.
It was another reminder that this cute redhead was the alternate version of the same woman who almost brought Voldemort to oblivion. The fact that this Lily was about to put her considerable talents to further debauchery was just the thing to spice up the sloppy blowjob Bella was giving him.
Lily nodded.
“Thank you, sir. I won’t let you down.”
Harry had no doubts that she wouldn’t.
XxXxX
Lily stalked through the corridors of Hogwarts, her eyes burning, tears of frustration threatening to spill at any provocation.
She lost. She! Lost!
That Black skank had won!
That was the worst part. Lily might not have been so upset to lose, were the victor anybody else but that bitch. She would have been disappointed, sure, but a loss in a preliminary round would not have gotten her so worked up if it were not for that smug Black bitch.
She must have looked as mad as she felt, because some first years almost slammed into a wall in a hurry to get out of her way.
Good. Lily was in no mood to deal with anyone, much less Bellatrix’ housemates.
Bella’s conceited expression flashed before Lily’s mind’s eye. No doubt the bitch was currently enjoying their master’s attention.
Lily’s core tingled as she imagined all the things Master would do to Bella...and how much better it would have been if Lily were there instead, with Bella forced to skulk away.
“Enjoy your lead, sweet Bella.” Lily thought. “It won’t last long.”
Determination was all well and good, but what exactly could Lily do to reverse her fortunes?
Professor enjoyed them bringing him fresh women to debauch, but, well, it didn’t get much dirtier than incest between sisters and Lily’s own sister was a muggle and Petunia to boot!
If Lily tried to bring Tunia to Professor, she was sure he would give the point on the spot to Bellatrix and Lily would not fault him for it.
Lily loved her sister, but Petunia was shrill and ugly and unpleasant to be around for any length of time longer than however long it took for the elder Evans sister to realise whether or not someone was a witch or wizard.
Bella definitely had the advantage when it came to sisters.
Where Petunia could, by someone very charitable, be described as plain and homely, Narcissa was a stunning beauty, with a sort of haughty aristocratic air around her. Doubtlessly Professor had a lot of fun bringing that junior bitch low, until she was begging for her bloodline to be “sullied” by the half-blood professor.
Then there was-
Lily stopped, frozen in her tracks by the realisation that just hit her. It...it could work. The likelihood was small, and the young woman in question would probably just laugh at her suggestion, but even a Gryffindor like Lily had heard about the disagreement between that one and Bellatrix. But would simple spite and desire to see Bellatrix humbled be enough for a doubtlessly proud woman to join in the debauchery?
Lily licked her suddenly dry lips.
She wouldn’t know unless she tried. All of her persuasion abilities would be needed, but Lily was tired of losing and if Andromeda Black was a key to turning tables on Bellatrix, than there was little Lily wouldn’t do.
Her mind made up, Lily turned around and headed in the direction of the entrance to the dungeons. She had a snake to hunt down.
XxXxX
This…was proving to be more difficult than Lily had thought. She didn’t know how long she had been wandering in the dungeons, looking for the entrance to the Slytherin common room, but it felt like hours.
Many, many hours of damp and dark and suspicious angry looks of the slytherins.
Lily glared back at some students in green and silver who had been muttering and looking at her with hostility. If it were not for the wand she was displaying for all to see and an occasional shower and red orange sparks, Lily was sure she would have had to dodge and duck to evade the curses.
Where was that damn common room? Lily cursed and stomped her foot on the ever so slightly damp floor.
At first Lily tried to ask local students for directions, but after the fifth time she had been directed to a trick door, Lily decided against it. Then, in hopes that a lesser request would be more likely to be satisfied, Lily started asking about Andromeda Black.
That did not seem to work either. Slytherins in the years below hers would simply shake their head and walk away, only burst into laughter when they thought they were safe. Her peers, however, were much more overtly hostile.
Thankfully, before Lily could seriously commit herself to giving up for now and trying again during the dinner time, her quarry found her.
“What do you want, Evans.” A cool voice sounded right next to her, making Lily jump and whirl around, her wand clutched desperately in a shaking hand.
Her heart hammering away in her chest, Lily lit the tip of her wand. Bright clean light dispelled the gloom of the dungeon, revealing just who had crept up to Lily without coming to her wary attention.
For a frightful instant, Lily thought Bellatrix herself had come again to gloat, or worse that her rival had discerned Lily’s intentions and decided to deal with her while Lily was foolishly exposed on Bellatrix’ home-ground.
A spell was right on the tip of Lily’s tongue when she noticed something about the person eyeing her suspiciously. Relief flooded the young redhead.
Andromeda Black was standing right in front of her.
“No wonder I confused her for her sister.” Lily thought. “They really are twins!”
There were indeed great many similarities between the two Black sisters, who looked so alike in contrast to Narcissa. Both were tall and statuesque, with severe aristocratic features and haughty resting bitch faces that immediately made Lily bristle in dislike.
But there differences too, if subtle. Bellatrix and Andromeda were not identical twins and it showed. Andromeda’s hair was a lighter, softer shade of brown which was gathered into a neat bun unlike her sister’s wild mane.
Andromeda was shorter, too, if only slightly.
There was also something subtly different about the expression on the young slytherin witch’s face. The arrogance Lily had come to expect of the Black witches was still there, but there was something, if not kinder, then perhaps less hostile. If Andromeda believed herself to be better than Lily, then she did not hold it against the redhead. It was a more contained, self-assured sort of pride that did not offend Lily quite as much.
And so Lily took a moment to take a deep breath and settle her nerves. It would not do to offend someone she wished to ally with.
Lily launched into explanation. Her words were awkward at first, her tongue stumbling over itself, her plan suddenly so foolish and unnatural.
Andromeda’s initial reaction did not reassure her.
“So let me get this straight.” Andromeda said slowly. “You and my sister are having a tryst with our Defense professor and you want me to join you and your beau in order to...what humiliate Bella?”
The tips of Lily’s ears reddened. She chose to omit the competition from her tale, but it was still embarrassing to have it out like that.
“I know you are sisters and all….” Lily started, but Andromeda’s smile gave her a pause.
That smile of hers was dangerous. Sharp and bright and with a sort of predatory edge to it that Lily used to associate only with her Professor.
Lily gulped, the stale air of the dungeons suddenly feeling hot on her skin.
“You don’t need to worry about me being interested in getting one over my twin. You got that right.” Andromeda purred and slowly advanced on Lily, who could do nothing but back away, slowly but surely being backed into a corner. “Still, it’s...fascinating to hear about a prim and proper Lily Evans, darling of Gryffindor House, engaged in such...debauchery.”
Lily’s back hit the dungeon’s wall. Morgana! She had nowhere to retreat now!
With an expression of a satisfied cat, Andromeda raised her hand and traced the line of Lily’s jaw, before her pale fingers went lower. Even with the clothes in the way, Lily was acutely aware of the older witch’s touch. Her body could not help but respond.
Heat blossomed in her core. Sweet, sweet heat that pooled between her thighs, that made shivers run up and down her spine and her her nipples stiffen.
Lily opened her mouth to...what? To protest? To ask for more? To beg for mercy?
She did not know. Only one thing was certain. Lily might have bitten off more than she could chew.
“I could have almost imagined it to be some sort of trick, perhaps a prank cousin Sirius trying to play on me.” Lily tried to speak up, but Andromeda pressed a finger to her lips and shut her up. “But your body is honest, even if you are not. At least not entirely.” Andromeda hummed, her blue gray eyes staring intently into Lily’s own emerald ones.
Tension mounted.
Finally Lily had enough.
She pushed forward, surprising Andromeda with a quick peck on her lips. Too quick for a proper kiss. Too brief to even really taste the other woman’s lips. But it did its job in snapping Andromeda out of whatever deep thought possessed her and in putting the older student on the back foot.
If only momentarily.
Andromeda recovered quickly. Her hand snaked around Lily’s hip.
“Eeep!” Lily squeaked when she felt Andromeda give her butt-cheek a squeeze.
The two women were now pressed closely to each other, their breasts pressed together and their lips so close Lily could feel the Black witch’s hot breath. Her eyes were drawn to Andromeda’s lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss the other witch properly.
“Alright, consider me convinced.” Andromeda murmured. “Let’s see if that Professor of yours is as good as you said.” She grinned. “Even if he isn’t...well I know where I’ll get my entertainment.”
Lily’s heart was racing. From lust, embarrassment or triumph...in that moment not even she knew.
