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Harry Potter and the Sluts of Future Past (Ch.3)
🕑 Added 2023-10-02 19:24:02 +0000 UTCHarry stalked furiously into his office, a pair of reluctant students following behind him. Once he was sure there was no one around to overhear or interrupt what was about to happen, Harry locked the door and glared at Bellatrix Black and Lily Evans.
The two of them would not meet his gaze, but seemed just fine glaring in turn at each other. Harry had an idea of what was the cause of their unexpected feud. One was a pureblood seventh year, whose social circle consisted of either other pureblood bigots. The other was a muggleborn sixth year. The closest thing to a mutual acquaintance they had was Sirius Black, who was Bella’s cousin and a fellow Gryffindor in Lily’s year.
The fact that Sirius hated his family and was, himself, disliked by Lily, was besides the point.
“Well?” Harry asked, his arms crossed. “Don’t keep me waiting. I may not have been your…teacher for long, but I know that such flagrant rule breaking is out of character for both of you.”
Harry stumbled on them in the middle of a duel. Well, calling it a duel was far too generous to Lily. From what Harry had glimpsed before putting an end to their spat, Bella had the redhead on the ropes, toying with her.
For a masochist, Bellatrix had a sadistic streak a mile wide for those she considered her lesser.
“I wanted to put the little mudblood in her place.” Bella said, still looking anywhere but at Harry.
Lily whirled, her face ablaze with anger, but before she could try something unwise, Harry stopped with a gesture. He flicked his wand and Bellatrix found herself gagged and made to kneel in the most uncomfortable position Harry could think of.
“Ms. Evans. If you could explain to me what led to the altercation.” Harry said.
Lily chewed her lower lip for a moment before answering.
“She knows, Professor. About what we did…together, I mean.” She said, rosey blush dusting her cheeks.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
“And you decided to get into a fight with an older, more experienced witch because….?” Harry trailed off expectantly.
“She called me names. Said I wasn’t good enough. That I should stay away. From you that is.” Lily frowned. “I am paraphrasing. The words she used were a lot less polite and a lot more vulgar.”
Lily Evans looked hesitant for a moment.
“Did you…did you sleep with her?” She jabbed her finger in Bella’s direction, who was squirming and moaning futilely in her bonds.
“I didn’t.” Harry said, making Bellatrix try and fail to protest. “I fucked her like the little masochistic whore she is, but I assure. There was no sleep involved.”
Lily blushed from such a frank statement, while Bellatrix moaned, glad to be verbally denigrated by her master.
“But why would you waste your time with a bigot like her?” Lily asked, indignant and a touch desperate. “What can she do that I can’t?”
It struck Harry just how young this version of Lily Evans was. She was nineteen years old - a grown woman, but vestiges of girlhood insecurities still clung to her. She looked at Bellatrix Black and saw a rival, when she should have seen a friend and an ally in fulfilling Harry’s plans.
Then again, Bella’s ‘charming’ demeanour likely didn’t help matters.
Harry really should have had a serious conversation with Lily instead of simply sending her back to her dorm with his cum dripping down from her ravaged asshole.
Time for some honesty then.
“Spy on some of the Slytherin students.” Harry said matter of factly. “And that aside, there are many things I probably could do to and with you, but they wouldn’t be as enjoyable when done with a sweet young lady like you.”
“Wait, what?” Lily asked, shocked.
“It’s a very sensitive subject so you best keep it to yourself.” Harry told Lily sternly. “But there is a Dark Lady on the rise, Lady Voldemort. She is a blood supremacist and a dark witch of the worst sort. Recently she has been actively recruiting. Particularly from among Hogwarts students.”
“And most people who would agree with her ideals are in Slytherin.” Lily said, then frowned. “But what about Dumbledore? Shouldn’t he be notified?”
Harry shook his head.
“He knows about Voldemort. Likely far more than I do.” He said. “But he is, above everything, a teacher. Hogwarts students are a blindspot of his. Though I won’t be surprised if he has Heads of the Houses keeping an eye out for anything suspicious.”
“Then why use Black here?” Lily asked hotly, pointing at Bellatrix. “I may be a muggleborn, but even I know that Blacks are all untrustworthy snakes.”
Harry raised an eyebrow.
“Even Sirius?”
“Well, he is an exception that proves the rule.” Lily said. “And even he is a prat.”
Harry shook his head.
“Can’t argue with you there.” He said. “In any case, Bellatrix is not so bad.” Harry patted Bella’s head like she was a dog. “She just needs a firm hand to keep her on the right path.”
Lily still didn’t look convinced, looking jealous at the attention Bellatrix was getting.
Harry paused and thought for a moment.
“If it’s any consolation, I have never kissed Bella.”
Hah! You heard that, bitch? Professor likes me better than you!” Lily smiled triumphantly at Bella, who could only glare at her redhead rival.
Harry gave Lily’s fine rump a warning pinch. Did she really have to rub it in Bella’s face?
“Weep!” Lily let out a squeal.
“Lily.” Harry said sternly. “If you wish to continue our…dalliances you need to be aware that I will continue to fuck Bella, and likely other women too. If that’s something you are fine with, stay. If not, then I am not holding you here.”
Lily was stuck in hell of indecision.
She liked Professor White, well, Harry. He had a presence to him, a powerful aura that drew her like candlelight did moth. But Lily was also self-aware enough to know that her feelings were those of lust rather than anything more substantial. Having sex with the older man was fun, but did she want to get entangled in what promised to be a rather dangerous situation?
Of course she was. She was, afterall, a Gryffindor!
Lily’s sultry grin was all the answer Harry needed.
With a wave of his hand, Harry lifted Bellatrix up and released her from the bondage. THe pureblood witch, though still put off by Lily’s presence, looked eager for the fresh debauchery Harry was about to subject her to.
“Bend over.” Harry commanded, infusing his voice with his will.
The pair of young sluts shuddered, their nipples stiffening, their tight young cunts getting wet just from the sound of his domineering voice. They obeyed without question and a heartbeat later Harry was staring at a pair of shapely young asses.
Lily appeared slightly apprehensive, but Bella had no such issues. She wiggled her pert behind, shaking it up and down, hoping to entice her master to strike at her freely offered ass. The masochistic slut was begging for a spanking.
Harry was only too happy to oblige.
Quicksilver quick, he struck Bella’s ass. Once. Twice. Thrice he struck, his palm leaving vivid red marks on the pureblood’s pale flesh. Normally this would have made Bellatrix shudder in masochistic pleasure but this time something peculiar happened.
Bella felt nothing. Instead it was the redhead muggleborn standing bent over next to her who writhed with an unfamiliar sensation of pleasure born from pain.
Harry grinned as he watched Lily soak her panties, ruining them.
“As you might have noticed I placed a little spell over the two of you which redirects the sensations.” Harry started explaining as he pinched and twisted the soft flesh of Lily’s plump ass, which made Bella whimper from non-erotic pain. “Lily here is a good girl who doesn’t enjoy pain, which means when I hurt her, the spells transfer the displeasure she would have felt to Bella.” Harry grinned savagely.
The spell neatly bypassed the issue of how to punish someone who enjoyed the usual measures. Of course denial was always an option, but Harry preferred to keep that one as Plan B. He was a healthy red blooded male in his prime - he was far too horny for denial play.
Bellatrix was a masochistic slut. Lily was not. Lily would have to grapple with shame and embarrassment of feeling pleasure from such ‘dirty’ acts, while Bella would have to deal with good ole pain.
Again and again Harry tormented the two witches, making the two writhe and whimper. Soon, their school clothes were soaking wet from their sweat. Bella’s ass had been dark red by the time Harry felt satisfied, though unlike the other times Harry had her in such a position, Bellatrix did not enjoy herself.
By the end of it, Bellatrix was barely standing, shuddering and shivering from the chill caress of castle air.
Lily meanwhile had the opposite problem. Her liquid arousal dripped down her thighs and onto the floor where a small puddle had formed. The redhead witch was moaning and whimpering, her senses and relatively innocent mind were assaulted by the kind of pleasure usually reserved for bad girls like Bella.
Good girls like Lily were meant to be fucked gently and lovingly and usually Harry had no problems with treating this version of Lily Evans with at least some regard. This time, however, it was best to put the two of them through the paces.
Hopefully by the end of it, the two would understand each other at the very least. Harry didn’t need them to be friends, but he didn’t want this petty feud to jeopardise Harry’s plan.
Satisfied with this part of today’s play, Harry commanded:
“Kneel.”
The two all but collapsed on the cold floor of the classroom, breathing heavy, exhausted, but thankful for reprieve.
Harry whipped out his cock which immediately drew the eyes of the two witches. Without so much as waiting for his command, the two lunged forth only to get in each other's way.
“You need to work together if you want to get your treat.” Harry said as he cockslapped first Bella then Lily.
The two looked each other in the eye, grudgingly accepting the necessity of cooperation.
“You deepthroat him, I’ll handle the balls.” Bella suggested, wanting to experience the pleasure of choking on a pillar of man meat at least second hand.
Lily regarded her ‘ally’ with suspicion.
“What would I get out of this?” She asked with a frown. “It’s not like licking balls is particularly enjoyable.” She thought for a moment before glancing up at Harry. “Sorry.”
Harry waved off her apology with a smile. He wasn’t talking, merely standing before his two sluts with his cock erect, enjoying the sight of their teamwork being born.
Bellatrix gritted her teeth, loath to have to negotiate with a ‘mudblood’.
“I will finger myself, that should please you well enough.” She offered.
Lily regarded the pureblood witch with suspicion, but, fearing taking too long would anger the Professor, relented.
“Glurgkh, glurgh, glurgkh.” Lily impaled her throat on Harry’s cock and immediately choked on it.
The spit dripped down onto the floor as Lily forced more and more of Harry’s throbbing shaft down her throat. Her muscles twitched and constricted around the hot iron hard flesh, pleasuring the man as well as the woman connected to Lily by the spell.
Bella felt every twitch and every throb of Harry’s cock, the pleasure of the oral abuse permeating through her body. It wasn’t quite as good as if she were the one pleasuring her master, but it was better than the alternative.
And, Bellatrix had to admit, if only in the privacy of her mind, she didn’t mind fingering the muggleborn witch quite as much as she had thought. It did nothing for her, of course, but there was a certain thrill of playing with another woman’s cunt.
The two women kneeled before Harry, their heads buried into his lap. Bellatrix was most enthusiastic in lavishing his balls, full of potent seed, with her attention. She lapped at the musky skin, nuzzled her nose into the ballsack and all in all acted more and more like an animal than a witch from a proud pureblood house.
The two women felt Harry stroking their long luscious hair. Harry ran his fingers through it, patted their heads as if they were dogs and guided their lusty mouths over his dick.
Lily’s face was as red as her hair as she throatfucked herself, each time taking in more and more of Harry’s cock. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes from the exertion, but Lily persevered. She forced herself, continuously swallowing Harry’s length until at last her lips were kissing the base of Harry’s cock.
“Gnggkh.” She let out a muffled moan, sending pleasant vibrations through Harry’s cock.
Lily’s own orgasm was rapidly approaching. Bella pistoned fingers in and out of her cunt, fucking herself and, by transfer, Lily. Bella could not see Lily’s reactions, but she knew how to play with her own pussy.
Finally the moment came. Harry’s cock twitched and throbbed, getting even wider as cum rushed out. Quickly, Harry forced the redheaded minx off his cock. Now towering above the two young nubile witches, Harry was akin to a pagan fertility god.
And like any good god he brought blessings upon his followers.
He shot ropes of cum at the two women writhing in front of him. The two, for once, acted in perfect unity. Lily and Bella pressed their bodies together, squeezing their breasts and fishhooking their mouths, eager to catch as much of their master's semen as they could.
Once the torrent of cum tapered off, the two didn't hesitate before leaping into each others' arms. The two young sluts snogged each other, sharing their spoils. The bodies rubbed one against the other, their hands eagerly exploring, pinching, mauling and caressing.
How could Harry not get hard watching a show like this?
The erect state of his cock quickly attracted Bella and Lily's attention. The two little sex pets immediately positioned themselves into a stack, their dripping pussies pressed together.
In unison, the two moaned out:
"Professor!" "Master!"
It was incredibly tempting to simply sink his cock into their waiting, eager pussies, but Harry held himself back. He had a better idea.
"Now girls, you made me incredibly proud, as both your teacher and your master. I didn't expect you two to embrace the spirit of cooperation quite so readily." Harry grinned as he swatted their asses. "So I feel confident proposing you two a little contest."
"What are we competing for?" Lily asked.
"The victory might as well be mine!" Bellatrix boasted.
"I will fuck whoever wins in the pussy." Harry said. "To make things more interesting, let's say the looser has to clean the cunt of the winner."
That did it. Could see the competitive spirit blazing, sparks flying where the gazes of these two strong witches met.
"What's the game?" Lily asked, her face set in a determined expression.
Harry patted her ass comfortingly.
"Don't worry it's a simple one." Harry lied. "Both of you will bring 3 women to me. Over the course of three rounds, I will compare them. The one with the betternprey gets a point. By the end of three rounds, whoever has the most points wins."
Harry chuckled as he watched the two witches exchange glances. One - confident in her advantage, the other worried to be left in the dust.
This…was promising to be a fun little contest.
Comments
Justinian
Yes. 1-2 chapters should be ready by Saturday.
Frenzy
Will there be further chapters?
