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Baker Does Them
By : gee25
Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes
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The days after Lilitha’s first visit were a blur of flour, sugar, and frustrated energy. Harry tried to fall back into his old routine, but the memory of her—the taste of her, the feel of her climax tightening around him—made every mundane task feel like a punishment. The scones sat on a silver platter under a glass dome, a beautiful, dangerous secret he hadn’t yet dared to share. He was afraid. And he was wildly, unbearably aroused by that fear.
He was wiping down a perfectly clean counter for the third time when the air behind him grew heavy and warm. The scent of ozone and exotic spice bloomed, making the hairs on his arms stand up.
“Bored already, my little baker?”
He turned. Lilitha leaned against the doorframe, a vision of effortless seduction. She wore a different ensemble of living shadow, this one a harness of dark tendrils that accentuated rather than concealed her magnificent curves. Her smoldering eyes scanned the spotless kitchen, then landed on the untouched scones. A knowing smirk played on her full lips.
“Hesitation does not become a wizard of your… appetites,” she purred, gliding toward him. Her finger traced a line through a dusting of flour on the counter. “The first taste is always the most potent. For you, and for them.”
“I’m not hesitating,” Harry lied, his voice tighter than he intended. “I’m… considering my options.”
Her laugh was a low, thrilling sound. “You are bored. And you are lonely. You crave the connection, the power, I offered you. Let me offer you a more direct solution.” She snapped her fingers, and the ancient cookbook flew from a shelf, pages rustling before settling open on the counter. “A recipe for two. A private indulgence. ‘The Devil’s Food Cupcakes of Shared Ecstasy’. It requires no thrall… only a willing partner.”
He looked at the page. The ingredients were even more bizarre than the last: crushed passion fruit seeds, a tear of joy, a whisper of a forbidden name. “A tear of joy? How am I supposed to—”
“I will provide the more esoteric ingredients,” she interrupted, her voice dropping to a intimate murmur. “You provide the skill, the magic… and the willingness to lose yourself completely. This recipe… it creates a bridge between us. A circuit of pure sensation. My pleasure becomes yours. Your ecstasy becomes mine. There will be no separation.”
The danger of it was absolute. The temptation, even more so. To not just watch her feed, but to feel it from the inside? To be the source and the receiver simultaneously? His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of consent.
“Yes,” he breathed, the word leaving him in a rush.
Her smile was brilliant. “Then we begin.”
The baking was a sensual ritual. Lilitha moved around him, her body brushing against his as she poured a shimmering, iridescent liquid—her “tear of joy”—into the bowl. She leaned over his shoulder, her breath hot on his neck as she whispered the “forbidden name” into the batter, the words causing the mixture to glow a soft, pulsating red. Harry stirred, his every movement infused with a building, magical tension. The air grew thick and sweet, humming with a promise that made his skin feel too tight.
They didn’t even wait for the cupcakes to cool. The moment they were out of the oven, Lilitha snatched one from the tray, the dark chocolate frosting still molten. She broke it in half, the rich, scarlet sponge inside steaming.
“Open,” she commanded, her eyes locked on his.
He obeyed. She placed her half on his tongue. She ate the other half herself.
The effect was instantaneous and cataclysmic.
It was not like eating. It was like swallowing a star. A supernova of pleasure detonated in Harry’s core, radiating out to his fingertips, his toes, the roots of his hair. He gasped, and the sound was echoed perfectly by Lilitha. He could feel the echo resonate in his own chest. He could feel the heat of the cupcake in his stomach, and simultaneously, he could feel the heat of it in hers.
The connection slammed into place. A feedback loop of pure sensation.
“Do you feel it?” Her voice was in his mind, a silken caress. “I can feel your heart beating. It’s pounding… just for me.”
He could feel her, too. The low, throbbing ache between her legs was a mirror to his own desperate erection. The anticipation thrumming through her veins was his own.
With a shared, desperate gasp, they crashed together. There was no finesse, no slow exploration. Their kiss was a battle for more, for deeper connection. He could taste the chocolate on her tongue, and the flavor was directly linked to the pleasure centers in his brain, each swipe of her tongue sending another jolt through them both.
He tore at the shadowy harness, and it dissolved willingly. He lifted her onto the flour-dusted counter, sending mixing bowls clattering to the floor. He buried his face between her breasts, licking and sucking, and a dual moan filled the room—hers from her lips, his from the shared sensation of his mouth on her skin.
He thrust two fingers into her, and her back arched violently. The sensation wasn't unilateral. He felt the slick, tight heat of her around his fingers, but he also, impossibly, felt the pressure of his own fingers from her perspective. It was a dizzying, overwhelming double helix of pleasure.
“More,” she begged, her thoughts tangling with his. “I need to feel you. All of you.”
He fumbled with his trousers, freeing his aching length. He positioned himself at her entrance, and the mere pressure was agony and ecstasy. He looked into her eyes, those burning coals, and saw his own wild desire reflected back at him.
He pushed inside.
The cry was torn from both their throats. The feeling was beyond anything. He was buried in her incredible heat, and simultaneously, he was being filled by his own overwhelming presence. Every nerve ending was on fire, screaming with input from two bodies. He began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that made the room spin.
“You feel… incredible… inside me…” her thought came, fractured with pleasure.
“You’re so tight… gripping me…” he thought back, the mental intimacy as potent as the physical.
He pistoned into her, each thrust a seismic event that reverberated through their shared consciousness. He could feel her climax building, a tremulous, tightening coil deep within her—a coil that was also within him. He gripped her hips, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh, and the pressure was a sweet pain they both shared.
The loop intensified. His thrusts grew faster, more frantic, driven by her rising pleasure, which fed his own, which fed hers again. He was no longer sure where he ended and she began. Their sweat-slicked bodies moved as one organism, chasing a singular, shared peak.
Lilitha’s eyes rolled back, a choked scream building in her throat—a sensation Harry felt as a constriction in his own. The coil snapped.
Her orgasm hit like a tsunami. It wasn’t just her body clenching around him; it was a universe of blinding, white-hot pleasure exploding through their connection. He felt every pulsating wave of her release as if it were his own, and it triggered his own.
His release was endless, a torrent of ecstasy that seemed to pull his very soul from his body. He poured into her, and he felt himself being filled. The magical circuit between them flared, a visible aura of crimson light engulfing them, siphoning the immense energy of their shared climax.
They collapsed forward into each other, a tangled, shuddering heap on the counter, breathing in ragged unison. The feedback loop slowly, gently faded, leaving behind a profound, bone-deep satiation and the eerie, intimate silence of two minds that had been, for a moment, completely one.
Harry’s face was buried in the crook of her neck. He could feel her heart gradually slowing, a rhythm that was comforting and familiar. After a long moment, Lilitha stirred, her voice a husky, amazed whisper in the quiet kitchen.
Lilitha’s voice trembled, a rare vulnerability breaking through her usual sultry confidence. “No mere mortal has ever… we have never…” She paused, her breath hitching as she struggled to find the words. Her fingers traced idle patterns on his sweat-dampened chest, as if grounding herself in the reality of what had just transpired.
Harry lifted his head slightly, meeting her gaze. Her eyes, usually so full of fiery malice, now held a softness that was almost disarming. “Never what?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper, still thick with the lingering euphoria of their shared climax.
She hesitated, her lips parting as if to speak, then closing again before she finally found her voice. “Never… connected like this,” she admitted, her tone tinged with awe. “Not with a mortal. Not with anyone. It’s always been about taking, about feeding. But this… this was something else entirely.” Her hand moved to his cheek, her touch featherlight, almost reverent. “You didn’t just give me pleasure. You gave me you. And in return, I gave you me. Fully. Completely. Without reservation.”
Harry’s mind reeled at her words. He could still feel the echo of their connection, the ghostly tether that had bound them so tightly just moments ago. “I felt it,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “It wasn’t just your body I was inside of. It was… everything. Your thoughts. Your desires. Your fear. And I think… I think you felt mine too.”
She nodded slowly, her expression uncharacteristically solemn. “I did,” she confessed. “And it terrified me. No one has ever come that close. No one has ever seen me like that. Not even my kind.” Her voice cracked slightly, and she looked away, as if embarrassed by the admission.
“Then why did you trust me with it?” he asked, his fingers gently tilting her chin back toward him.
Her smoldering eyes locked onto his, and for the first time, he saw something in them that wasn’t hunger or mischief. It was something raw, something real. “Because,” she whispered, her voice trembling with an emotion she couldn’t quite name, “you’re not like any mortal I’ve ever met. You’re not afraid of me. Not truly. And that… that makes you more dangerous than any demon I’ve ever known.”
The weight of her words hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken implications. Harry felt a shiver run down his spine, not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of what they’d just shared—and what it might mean for them both.
Lilitha’s lips curved into a small, almost shy smile, a stark contrast to her usual predatory grin. “But for once,” she added softly, “I think danger is exactly where I want to be.”
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Baker Does Them	By : gee25 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 545 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This is AI Generated.

Baker Does Them