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Harry and Harley - Smut Excerpts	By : Rihaan Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 42517 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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As Harry penetrated Harley for the very first time, her body unfroze at the almost visible wave of arousal that permeated from the two. Her body still weak, she carefully slid backwards and rested her back against the corner of the wall, out of their view before Harry turned Harley around and backed her into the sink.
Her breathing was heavy, and she found her hand wandering to her heaving chest. Her fingers pinched at her aching nipples under the thick dress shirt, and she let out a silent groan.
The leaves around her waist wilted away, leaving her bottomless, and her fingers slid downward into the moist heat.
The moans were now background noise – a mere buzzing as she was completely focused on the smell. She stoked the fires of her flaming cunt, her two longest fingers unrelenting as she squelched in and out of her tight passage.
Her mouth opened in a soundless scream as she climaxed – she was never really vocal, except for the occasional moan or gasp, and Harley usually did enough talking for the both of them in bed.
“Fu-u-uck, Me-e,” she heard in the far distance, and she breathed through her nose to avoid panting. A part of her was aware that she had to be silent the entire time. Never mind the fact that she was too weak to do or say anything if she was caught, but she didn’t want to be caught nude by the stranger who was apparently named ‘Harry.’
Unfortunately, she was just coming down from her high when she smelled in the pungent, dominant scent again. And, before her fingers could escape her darker green velvet vice, she whimpered as her knuckles scraped along her inner walls once again.
“Harley,” the boy muttered, and instead of rage at the picture she envisioned, she raised her hips to meet her fingers and tore at her dress shirt, the buttons popping easily with her strength.
Harry, the lean, toned, incredibly fit boy she had just met, but not really, pounding into her girlfriend from behind, his cock stretching deep in to her body with a force, thickness and speed that only her vines could go, if she ever learned the self-control to use them while at a sexual high. Harleen, her dear, beautiful Harley, lolling her tongue out the side of her mouth, panting uncontrollably as her body was used as a simple cocksleeve, her small, pink tongue doing nothing to ruin the large smile on her face. She licked at her shiny black lips as she stared at her girlfriend, her eyes unflinching even as her face shined with perspiration. Her breasts were currently being mauled by the boy behind her, squeezing and fondling her favorite toys.
And her, crawling, on her hands and knees, completely nude, sliding towards them sultrily, her eyes smoldering. Her hair covered half of her face, and yet she still got a full view of her slutty girlfriend being fucked royally by the devilish rogue, his stupid grin suddenly less stupid to her, his hard body now ogled by her.
When she was close enough, Harleen reached up, and pulled her face closer for a kiss. The girls moaned as Harry’s cock twitched deep within her womb, and as Harley tongue-fucked her throat, Ivy came again in real life.
This continued twice more, and as her brain was beginning to shut down of exhaustion and damn near dehydration, she looked up to the ceiling of the small hallway that led into the large kitchen. Her bright green eyes sparked in recognition.
The pink mist, indiscernible to the human eye, was one of the many quirks to her powers. She had never really questioned what this particular power was – she just thought it was a quirk that told her who would respond to her feminine wiles more quickly, the larger the aura the target carried. She had never before correlated that aura to those who didn’t have an aura around her, who were either married, in a committed relationship, or gay. Most single, straight men had a large aura around when they laid eyes on her, but she never bothered to ask them about their relationship status.
It didn’t even appear to her as she stared at the misty cloud that had completely filled the top half of an invisible dome in the kitchen. As she idly frigged herself to a fifth orgasm, she didn’t think about it as she glanced around the corner to see the young couple laying together on the mattress. She didn’t even question the mattress’s presence. Instead, she crawled over to the couple.
Her face hovered over Harley. So peaceful. So beautiful. She never really considered letting her hair down during sex, and when they did, Harley was blonde at the time.
It was intoxicating, seeing her like this, with no makeup, even.
Ivy couldn’t bring herself to be mad. Not at Harley.
She glanced into the face of what she now knew to be Harry James Potter. She blinked in confusion. She wasn’t as angry as she wanted to be. She was upset. Disappointed. Mildly irritated.
Not angry. She stumbled to her feet. She needed to get away. Anywhere but there. Anywhere –
She fell, and caught herself. Another wave of pleasure hit her, and she gasped.
Harley twitched in her sleep. Ivy smiled. And, before she could stop herself, she leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips.
And she did it again.
And she did it a third time, a little lower. She kissed her soft jaw, before kissing her neck, taking a small lick as she traveled down her lover’s body, unintentionally tasting the point where Harry’s tongue had been. She kissed the top of the girl’s cleavage, then her right breast, directly on her peach-colored nipple. Her tongue danced on Harley’s toned stomach, tickling her in her sleep, before giving a small smooch to her belly button.
Her nose was attacked again with the smell – this was much more manageable, though. Still, for a second, she was dazed as she finally set her eyes upon her lover’s bald lips, between her slightly parted legs.
Her lips shook with hunger. Her eyes shined with desire. Her fingers tapped against the mattress with wanting.
And as her red lips kissed and tongued her lover’s pink petals, not a single part of her gave a tingle of regret.
And, minutes later, as she gave a small, tentative lick to the head of Harry’s penis, she felt weak. Horny. Unattached. Horny. Resigned…
A little sated.
She took a longer lick. Her sex, still burning, cooled down a little. She grinned at the tip of his cock; she had found her cure.
Her tongue rolled around the head of his penis, holding his semi-hard dick in her hand with dainty fingers. She was careful not to smear the sticky copulation juices off of his hardening cock, making small cooing noises as her body began to feel less flustered. She bathed his heavy balls with her tongue, the scent of his groin slow disappearing.
When she sat back, she sighed wonderfully to herself with a clear mind. She was cured.
The monstrous erection stood proudly in front of her.
Her sex didn’t tingle. Not even a little. And she was thankful. Even if she was attracted, she had already gotten off about six times, at her last count. The cloud of pink mist above them no longer affected her. Even the aura that permeated from the two teens didn’t draw her to them.
She sat on her haunches for a moment, watching the two laid out in front of her, wondering what to do next.
Her lips quirked. She had just gone down on a complete stranger, a boy no less, who had just fucked her girlfriend.
If she were to kill him, she didn’t think he would even argue.
Harley moaned a little. Then, ever-so-slowly, she rolled over and rested her head on his shoulder. She bent her legs up and wrapped her thighs around his arm, cuddling up to him in the cutest, most perverted way Ivy had ever seen.
Though, she had to admit, it turned back to cute when she pressed her lips to his shoulder for a small second, and rested her head back on that spot.
Ivy felt a coldness clutch at her heart. The familiarity of which she had done that… having never seen or felt Harley do that to her, and she was a light sleeper.
Harley’s aura was unaffected. She wasn’t subconsciously aroused – well, any more so than the orgasm she gave her minutes ago. And she cuddled closer to Harry out of instinct. Out of affection.
Out of love.
She glanced at the boy who was blissfully unaware of his insanely good luck. His large member and sex drive aside; there was nothing really spectacular about him. He looked fit – very fit – but he wasn’t muscular or anything. In fact, he looked a bit on the scrawny side. She liked to think that his green eyes reminded Harley of someone else she loved, but that was a bit too farfetched. The minor scars across his body made him look like a man who had fought battles, but his clean-shaven face made him look like a child trapped in a warrior’s body. He had no hair on his chest, and she was pretty sure Harley didn’t like that anyway, but it did nothing to improve his looks in her eyes.
No. Harry Potter, she surmised, was quite an unremarkable child.
Was this a fad? Was this simply Harleen going through a rebellious phase or something? She was a bit of a mother-figure, but Harley knew how to act like an adult most times. She was wise beyond her years, and it was one of the many things Pamela had fallen in love with.
So why was he so important to her?
What made him so special in her eyes? His charming, disarming smile? The rugged, tangled hair that Harley obviously wanted to run her fingers through? His strong angular jawline, that she would just love to hold between her fingers as they kissed passionately. His lean, powerful physique that was just born for domination?
Possibly. She wouldn’t know. She wasn’t attracted to him.
But she could still appreciate the human body, and while the female form was enhanced perfection, his body produced no immediate flaws that she could see.
Pamela sighed. If she could choose a man… she wouldn’t.
But, if Harley could choose a man for her…
Her eyes lowered to his still stiff cock, the few veins poking angrily at her.
Her hands, with a small amount of trepidation, reached out to touch his pulsing member, and she could feel the heat pulsing against her fingers. It was hot to the touch. Searing.
She licked her lips and lowered her head once more…
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