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Memoirs of Fate	By : TragicBackstory Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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We landed with an ‘oopmf’ and I was immediately pulled into a far more intimate kiss. I say more intimate because he was gentle, slow, methodical, and this time he made noise. I’d never thought of a man’s groan as sexy before. It was so distracting I didn’t pay attention to the way he was hiking my dress up to the small of my back.

“OH!” I tore my lips off his, going up on my toes and clenching my ass cheeks around a very thick finger caressing circles around my now very sensitive asshole. “Wrong hole!” My eyelids and my bottom lip grew heavy, and I could barely keep either up as he trailed kisses across my face and down my neck.

“You like it.” His chuckled response made me mad until he removed his finger and pulled me up by my ass cheek. I cursed my panic reaction of wrapping my legs around him, because that buried his face in my chest and gave him very goosebumps asscheeks to hang onto as he started walking. “Bedroom?” He said it again, this time squeezing my butt to get my brain to engage.

“Straight back.” I gasped as he latched onto my nipple again, and when he used the tips of his fingers to spread me open I nearly screamed in surprise. Having someone stir your naked spread pussy lips while being helplessly carried across a room will do things to you. Good things. Before I knew it I’d landed ass first on the edge of my bed. I tried to put my feet down but Nev had other plans. “H-hey--” I cried out as I tumbled backward, he’d scooped the outside of my knees and I watched my still shod feet rest their ankles on his collar bones.

“You’re wet enough.”

That statement was the last thing I heard before my world fucking exploded, other than my inner monologue. As something very warm and big pushed against the lower half of my pussy lips the only thing I thought was….oh shit.

Neville Longbottom is a sweet boy, and he became a caring man. The one before my eyes was too shy to barely even ask a girl out. Except for the eyes, those ares were from a man who had years of experience; experience absolutely fucking the guts out of professional prostitutes that is. I came on his fifth stroke, but I didn’t start screaming and begging till almost a full 2 minutes in.

"Nev, Nev-Nev-Nev-Nev-wait-shit-fffffuck!" I don't know which set of my lips were clenched tighter as I watched my shoes fly off in the rough sway of my legs on his shoulders. All I got from him were urgent grunts and appreciative groans every time my pussy did something on its own in self defense that he particularly liked. I wished he hadn't played with my ass, because I was now very very aware of it. His nuts, smooth and warm and fucking dense smacking into it was a constant reminder of how deep he was digging me out. The way he kept ahold of my cheeks made it worse, spread wide, those fucking balls were practically spanking me right on the pucker.

I lost track of time, and orgasms, as I eventually just laid there and took it. I had no idea what I was doing with a boy, but he sure as fuck knew his way around a pussy. I no longer felt the tickle of need in my stomach. I was burning raw and full. I felt like a fireplace from the tits down.

"Here it---Nnng-yyyyyyeah….."

I got the barest of warnings before being folded in half. My ankles in my ears, I couldnt breath as time slowed and I watched the muscles in his chest flex and shiver an inch from my face. I felt it, that fractional change in girth, and I closed my eyes as the mass of change rolled up his fat cock in a wave of bliss.

Hot wax, the only thing I can compare it to. That sting and burn, then that uncomfortable warmth that sticks to you and builds slowly before trailing off. Every pulse was like a shot glass of hot wax being tossed carelessly inside me. To him it was apparently the most relaxing orgasm ever. Personally it was like someone had pushed my cervix into an uncomfortably warm bath.

I felt my left eye twitch from the sensation as he rolled off me, the loud slurp telling us both the obvious.The real shock was when I felt something I didn’t think was possible inside me. Cold air...I was OPEN.

"Please…" he was panting as he slid further up the bed, " tell me you enjoyed that." I closed my legs slowly, breathing in and out as I took stock of my ravaged body.

“I can’t feel my toes.” I smiled, closing my eyes and letting my arms fall above my head draping lazily as he played with my hair. The afterglow lasted about 20 seconds before I got the urge to cough, then immediately doubled over rolling into the stomach next to my face. “Uuuh!”

“Are you okay? Jamie what--”

“You broke my fucking pussy!” I felt like I was going to cry laughing, “that’s what's wrong...Merlin’s dick beard.” That got a laugh out of him and I opened my eyes to look up and scolded him only to freeze at the thing nearly stabbing me in the throat. “What is….how did that even fit?”

“I’m just happy it did.” Neville sighed, still playing with my hair as he grabbed the base of his fucking meat slab. I’ll give you the quick run down. Bigger than Harry, smaller than Ron. He wasn’t the ‘put it in your chest’ long like Ron had, but between the girth too big to wear my watch and the balls that belonged on a thestral… my pussy burned just looking at what it had endured. “Do you mind….?”

I looked up at him and then back down at the dick he was pointing towards my lips. Then my brain clicked.

“Are you still hard?!” I scoffed then shivered as he plopped it across my bust a few times, splattering what was no doubt 60% ME all over my own tits. I was so stunned by the concept that I didn’t even have time to flinch before the head of the dick that had been somewhere deep in my sanity started pressing past my lips to make the trip all over again. I didn’t mind the taste, I’d eaten pussy...not my OWN of course but why be hung up on that. The cum wasn’t what I was expecting. Neville wasn’t...bad? Salty, musky and sour but not overpowering. The fact that there was so fucking MUCH of it was a bit of an issue. I don’t know how long we just laid there on our sides. It didn’t even seem to be about the sex anymore, and I found I actually enjoyed the noises he made as I explored the crown with my tongue.

“Bloody hell….” I felt his fingers grow tighter in my hair, and I realized I was going down a very dangerous, soggy road. “This--what are you doing?”

I pulled away from him, crawling back down towards the foot of the bed and propping myself up. Knees and elbows, I didn’t have to wiggle my butt long before I felt the bed start to shift.

“Be gentle…” I sighed then whimpered as I felt his hands on my ass and the sudden girth going back home with way too much ease.

“I’m not going to last.” I heard the tension in his voice and I smiled laying my face on the bed.

“Thank merlin.” I groaned as our bodies started to sway again. The feeling was so much more intense even though it was more intimate, rolling slow motions. I was practically gasping for air trying not to squeal as he began to pick up speed. “Neville...I can’t--”

“AAH!”

I thanked my lucky stars as I felt his fingers dig into my hips and the throbbing mass as he gave me a second helping. This time thankfully he was spent, and I gurgled my complaint as he pulled me up the bed and forced me under the covers with him. I’d never slept in the same bed with anyone other than Ginny. Being the little spoon was nice, and once I got him to stop trying to play with my fucking nipples we settled in for a nice long nap.

An hour and a half before dinner on a friday.

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The next morning was amazing. I’d never slept so dead in my life, and waking up with a big warm arm under my ear made me remember last night. I rolled over and watched his sleeping face for probably 10 minutes before I finally woke him. It was a gentle kiss, and I kept it up until I felt him beginning to kiss back. When his hands went to my boobs I pulled away and rolled out of bed.

The damage wasn’t permanent, but it fucking hurt to walk. I grabbed one of his shoes and chucked it at him as I made for the shower. I was joined shortly after by a young man who looked like he was the luckiest bloke alive by the bloody grin on his face.

“I still can’t believe we’re doing this.” He chuckled as he began applying a bar of soap to his shoulder right next to me, scooting over as I put my hair under the showerhead. “That we’re here like this.”

“Well if you need proof I still have the bruises.” I leaned up, and didn’t even hesitate to kiss him back as he cupped my face.

“So what now?” he turned, and I was startled when he handed me the bar of soap. “What is the plan? I know you’ve got one...I want in it.”

“Oh you are definitely deep in it.” I chuckled again then sobered as he looked over his shoulder sternly. I started soaping his back and tried to gather my thoughts. “First I need to finish the tournament...be rid of Riddle.” I refused to call him by his nickname, “and save as many people as I can in the most amazing way possible.” He turned to face me and I flipped him the bar of soap.

“You really think it's going to be that easy?”

“After what I did last night,” I bent my head backwards, this time asking for a kiss that I got in spades, “anything is possible. Today I’m going to see about finishing up some ground work I laid a bit ago and maybe set my puppy up with a playdate.”

“Your what?”

I turned to face him, deadpanned for as long as I could while patting him on the head.

“Who’s a good boy?”

“The fuck you on about Jamie?” He swatted my hand away good-naturedly.

“I love the way you say my name.” I stepped out of the shower once we were clean and toweled myself off taking care to not scrub my broken bits. “I’m so sad that I need to get Harry to leave this morning.”

“Why?” He touched my shoulder, and I put my hand on top of his reflexively, “why not just...be Jamie.”

“One, cause I’m not JUST Jamie. Two...because it wouldn’t be fair to the girls.” I cocked my head, “three because my plan won’t work until I’ve got the world to accept ALL of me.”

“That’s...fair.” He sighed, then leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. “Come back to me soon, okay?”

“Not too soon, I need to heal.” I laughed and nuzzled the hand he put on my face, “seriously though...this was really nice, Nev.”

I waited, nothing but my robe, as Nev got his things and Minzy popped him back to his room. The change back hurt, not going to lie, in more ways than one. I took the clothes Dobby offered half heartedly and got dressed in time for breakfast.

Anyone who saw Harry Potter that morning saw a depressed young man, not even in the mood to put up with the Headmaster’s shit as he was berated for his change in status. I knew Dumbledore was going to be a sore ass about losing control over my life, and I had no interest in parleying. Eventually I got up and walked away to the collective astonishment of three schools.

Once I’d made it through the weekend I decided I’d need to get my head back in the “Harry” game. So first thing Monday morning I went down from my bed, the shitty tower one, into the common room in search of my two best friends.

“Hey Ron,” I tried to sound chipper, “hey Hermione…” I watched the two of them glance at each other nervously before I sat on the couch. “We need to talk if you have a minute.”
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