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A Magical Foursome	By : Allyrion Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 125703 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter fandom nor do I intend to make any money on this story.

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Author's Note: I’ve very slightly re-edited the first two parts and added a decently sizable Part 3. Enjoy it, because this will probably be the last. Not really sure if I can make a story of this one like “Worthy” or “Just Let me Stay a Little While Longer”, nor is there much else to do smut-wise.
But I felt I at least owed my readers a Part 3 for two reasons: the last line of Part 2 was too much of a tease, and that this is one of my more popular stories.

Harry’s body was still soaring at Hermione's magical enchantment on him. He had already cum twice already; once into the hot, welcoming mouth of Ginny Weasley, the second time into the wondrous sheath that was the pussy of Luna Lovegood.
The evidence of his first orgasm was already gone, descending down the throats of both Ginny and Luna. The second was still before him, the creamy jism slowly leaking from Luna Lovegood’s cunt.
The blonde herself was still exhaling from recent events. Luna had never expected to ever experience such a thing, nor had Harry himself. They were probably the oddest couple out there in Hogwarts, and yet here they were. Her silvery-grey eyes looked at Harry as they lay next to each other on the bed, her breasts still heaving, even with the moments of rest that had succeeded her orgasm.
“You know, Harry,” she said in that dreamy tone of hers, but breathier in tiredness. “Poor Hermione hasn’t got much of you yet. And she looks so ready too…”
A soft, gentle smile graced the blonde’s face. “You should give her what she wants.”
Harry smiled at her nearby face, then up at Hermione, who alone stood over the bed. The brainy, brunette Gryffindor had just announced her plans to be the focal point of Harry’s attentions. Her eyes sparkled, her mouth twisting in a wry, sexy grin that drove Harry wild. How could he have ignored such obvious beauty for so long?
Hermione had not had the pleasure of Harry’s company quite yet, but there was evidence her night was not totally wasted. Some of Ginny’s cunt juices had dried around her mouth, the remnants still giving it a faint, fetching glow in the low lamp light. Her body was still flushed from the powerful orgasm that Luna had given her, giving her a more enticing flush along her body.
Of the three women, Hermione had the biggest breasts. Harry wouldn’t necessary have called them large, but they were certainly fetching. Alone of the three, she had dark areolas, centered by slightly lighter brown nipples hard with arousal. The wand remained in her hand, but it was her only accoutrement to clothing. In its way, it was almost more of a turn-on to see it there. Hermione Granger was probably the finest witch of her generation, the wand symbolic of all those significant, dormant powers.
The bushy brown hair framed her face in a lovely way, slightly askew from her recent efforts in licking Ginny’s pussy. Her brown eyes that were usually so soft were suddenly shining in mischief.
Hermione’s gorgeous flushed face looked down at Harry. She studied his hardening erection, courtesy of her own magical handiwork, with a curious look
“Why Harry, it seems you aren’t done yet,” she said coyly. “It doesn’t even seem as if you were properly cleaned off. Let me help you with that.”
Harry watched Hermione descend towards the bed. He knew what was coming but still nothing could prepare him for that impressive sight and sensation, even in the wake of recent events. That beautiful face descended onto his dick, which was still gleaming with residue of his powerful, magically enhanced orgasm…and probably no small measure of Luna’s own cunt juices.
Hermione gave the tip of the rapidly hardening erection a toying lick. Harry moaned, and the brunette smiled in response, before lowering her head even further down his penis. Her mouth was so pleasingly warm, Hermione’s tongue active all along the smooth skin of his phallus, which was as hard again as it had been at any point that night.
Unbound, Hermione’s hair fell around her face to tickle at Harry’s exposed skin, her brown eyes looking curiously upwards to meet Harry’s green ones. Her lips were lewdly parted by his phallus as more and more of it disappeared inside her. The suction was exquisite, as Hermione proved the truth of her words, cleaning him off with relish. The brainy Gryffindor descended all the way down his sizable length, and then smiled, giving him a fierce suck even as his pubic hairs tickled at her lips.
Then, slowly, torturously, she slid off his length. Harry watched incredulously as she did so, eyes unable to part from the sight of Hermione Granger on his dick in all of her cock-sucking glory. Finally, with a lewd pop as she passed the head of his deck, she slid off of him. Due to the power of her suction, a string of saliva connected the head of Harry’s penis to her lips, prompting Hermione only to smile wider.
“Well that’s better,” Hermione said, studying her handiwork. Harry’s cock was hard as iron now, of course, cleaned off of both his own and Luna’s essences. “I want you all to myself now, Harry.”
Ginny spoke up from beside them, lying beside the dazed Luna. “Doesn’t he taste good, Hermione?”
“No doubt.” Hermione smiled mysteriously. “I want his load somewhere else, though.”
The smallest hesitation broke into her demeanour as Hermione contemplated Harry’s erection. She spoke quietly, truthfully, her expression softening. “You know, I always wanted this in my own way too. Ron has a good heart, but you do too…always so brave, so noble. You carry the hopes of us all.”
Hermione Granger knew this was her golden opportunity. She had waited as both of her companions had their turn with Harry Potter. Now, Ginny Weasley still exhausted from the orgasm Hermione herself had given her, and Luna lay with a gleaming creampied pussy nearby and a contented smile. Neither would interfere now with Hermione; nor would she let them. Harry was hers now; nothing would come between them. They had waited too long to be patient any longer.
“I want you, all of you, Harry Potter,” Hermione said simply. “Right now. No excuses. Only results.”
She threw an almost jealous glance at Luna’s filled pussy. “Make me yours.”
Harry roared at that, and suddenly rose off of the bed to get at Hermione and her sexy body, to kiss that wicked smile off her face. Her blowjob had inflamed him, his desire magically enhanced. His thoughts were filled with the carnal nature buried in every man, hidden but never far from the surface.
Hermione’s wand pointed at him as he drove towards her and Harry suddenly found himself flying back onto the huge bed next to Luna.
“Nuh-uh, Harry,” Hermione said, mockingly cross. “You are not going to take me like you did Luna. I am not your toy.”
Her eyes smoldered as she studied his form on the bed. “On the contrary, you are mine.”
Strange black cords had bound Harry against the bed, materializing impossibly from the bed covers. They were not uncomfortable as far as bindings went, but they were unyielding as Harry strained against them. “Hermione-“
“Oh come now, Harry,” Hermione interrupted. “Some women might be a little more passive, but I know at least some men like a little bit more…play. What can I say? I’m feeling playful.”
Harry was trapped against the bed, his body laying docile on the surface, aside from his phallus standing vertically at attention above. He felt helpless but also a strange sense of joy, of carnal pleasure at this. Hermione was probably the only one of his generation who had this strength, this magical power to hold him back.
“You have no choice in the matter, my dear,” Hermione said in a toying, sultry tone. “The Boy Who Lived is going to cum deep inside my pussy, and there is nothing he can do to stop it.”
Harry let out another moan at those words and Hermione smiled teasingly. “It seems our interests are in line then. Perhaps an early little taste?”
Hermione took a few steps forward, closing the distance to the bedside. Her sleek female form descended to kiss Harry as he lay bound there. Harry’s eyes were drawn down the ample curves, breasts falling against the pull of gravity, even as Hermione’s face and lips met his own.
They kissed with an urgent power. There was something delightful in doing something buried for so long, forbidden by the friend they had in common, but all the more pleasurable for it. Their tongues dueled for a moment as their eyes closed, lost in the sensation of their first true kiss, if it could be believed.
Hermione brought her face away from Harry’s. Her face was flushed, eyes sparkling. “Well, it seems the Boy Who Lived is not a terrible kisser at any rate. But as I said, I want something a little more from him.”
She looked at Harry’s neighbor on the bed. “Dear Luna, scoot over a bit. I need space to work.”
Luna was still exhausted but her eyes were watching the scene beside her raptly. She nodded to Hermione and pushed herself to the side a little further away. Hermione threw her wand gently to the floor beside her, giving the blonde a grateful smile, one hand darting downwards again to Luna’s plundered sex. She gave Luna a little rewarding rub there, making the blonde moan before pulling her hand back again. “Thank you, my dear.”
Hermione drew her attention back to Harry. “Now where were we? Oh yes…” the brunette pushed herself upright, giving Harry another glorious view of her fine nude form. Her legs were splayed over his stomach, and Harry could feel the moisture developing between her thighs to rub against him.
It seemed Hermione was on turned on as Harry was. She was only proceeding slowly to make the experience all the better for the both of them. To make their first time something even more special. Beneath the lust, a bloom of affection emerged in the enraptured mind of Harry Potter.
Hermione looked down at herself perched on Harry’s belly. His erection was extended behind her, but Harry felt it against the wonderful heat of Hermione’s shapely ass. Hermione gave herself a little wiggle, not only mashing her own pussy on him but grinding her ass even harder against his cock.
“Does that feel good, Harry?” Hermione said with another sinuous twist of her hips. Harry moaned in reply. “I guess it does…but it is time for something better.”
Hermione lifted herself off, leaving a patch of moisture on Harry’s prostate form. Bearing her weight on her knees, she positioned herself backwards slightly, lining up carefully. Harry watched excitedly as Hermione Granger positioned herself above his cock, her naked body absolutely resplendent.
A wicked smile graced Hermione’s face as she looked down to prepare herself, but Harry had known her long enough to see a little past it, to see the traces of desire, lust, and the faintest trace of trepidation.
“To you and me, Harry,” Hermione said. “To both of us.”
And she drove her pussy down onto on his erection in one violent, shuddering movement.
They both cried out. One moment Harry had been waiting in torturous anticipation, his cock hard and cooling with the faint moisture of Hermione’s lingering saliva. Then suddenly it was completely buried in the hot, tight, absolutely sensational sheath that was Hermione Granger’s pussy.
Hermione had not planned on doing it like this. Harry was a sizable male, and Hermione had planned to take him in bit by bit, as most women did. Not only would it serve to set Harry up in anticipation, it would have given her own cunt more time to adapt to this new visitor. But as her last words tumbled out of her mouth, and she saw the affection growing in Harry’s eyes, she had changed her mind. She had needed Harry inside her as much as Harry wanted to be there.
Their bodies were finally joined now at long last. Hermione’s cry had broken off, her eyes looking dazedly into Harry’s face as her body reacted to the sensation of her violent, first penetration. Harry could have drawn out and thrusted, but some instinct of his made him hold back. Instead he reveled in the own experience of having himself fully inside her and all the sensations a man receives when he penetrates a beautiful woman.
It only took a few more seconds before Hermione’s expression returned to normal. “You feel amazing in there, Harry,” she said silkily. “I see why Luna had such a wonderful time.”
Hermione made herself rise off Harry, feeling a sense of emptiness as his cock slid out of her tight, accommodating pussy. Harry lay there, bound, watching Hermione rise off of him, until only the tip of his cock remained inside her.
Then she slid back down on him with a grunt. Hermione’s hair shook in the sudden drop, mouth opening in a silent “o” of pleasure as she felt him again penetrate deeply into her center.
Harry simply could not believe his luck. The night had gone past even his wildest fantasies. Now he was buried to the hilt in Hermione, friend, fellow Gryffindor, and hidden desire. If he was any judge, she wanted this as much as he did. Hermione had complete and utter control of the situation with him bound on the bed. With slowly increasing tempo, she continued thrusting herself downwards on him, her pussy so wet it accommodated even his sizable length fairly quickly.
They soon began a steady rhythm. The cowgirl position was not one Hermione had done often, but there was much to be said for it. She had a powerful, wonderful view of the bound Harry Potter, as she moved up and off him again and again.
Harry himself was enraptured by the sight. His senses were being overwhelmed. The most obvious was the feel of his length inside Hermione. To show his own enthusiasm, the bonds allowed some measure of thrusting as he drove himself upwards even as she did downwards, their bodies meeting with a lewd, wet sound that was oddly arousing to hear. In his position, Harry had a glorious view of Hermione’s erect female form bouncing on him, a delighted smile on her face. Even the other senses were strong in the act of their coupling; he could smell Hermione’s perfume, the scent of her clean body, her arousal, and above all the smell of sex.
With that heady collection of factors, it was a wonder that Harry held himself as long as he did with Hermione Granger rising and falling on him, sheathing her pussy on his dick again and again. There was no sense of time; there were only the feelings in each other’s bodies, the pleasure they were giving each other, and the knowledge that the best was still to come.
Eventually though, Harry felt the twinge in his body that he knew all too well, particularly tonight. For a single moment he contemplated the wicked thought of not telling Hermione, to simply shoot himself inside her with a surprising, hot jet of his seed. But no, Hermione deserved better. She had a right to choose.
“Hermione,” Harry said between gritted teeth, as the brunette continued to drive herself onto him. “I’m about to…”
“Cum?” Hermione was the very vision of female beauty. Her form was beautifully curved, her hair even more askew from her bouncing, her face twisted. Sweat dappled her form even more fiercely as she got quite a workout of her own on his prostate form. “Hmmm, whatever shall we do about it?”
Harry had no words as she grinded herself on him once again. Hermione gave him a moment to respond but he simply had other concerns on his mind. “Well then, if you have no suggestions…”
Hermione Granger looked into Harry Potter’s eyes and their connection was suddenly, irrevocably renewed. There were no shields between them, no more inhibitions, no more secrets. They had both wanted this for so long, and held off for their reasons; but here they were now. And nothing would come between them.
“Very well then, Harry Potter,” Hermione said as she held his green-eyed gaze with her soft brown eyes. “I want you to cum deeply inside me. I want to feel it all the way in my body, as far as you can shoot it. I want to feel and savour that sensation. And I want it now.”
Hermione suddenly increased her pace, her body and hair shaking even more violently. Harry strained, fighting for control, knowing the longer he held out, the better it would be.
There was no denying an exquisite woman when you were in Harry’s position though. Harry tried to close his eyes to restrain himself, denying the glorious sight of Hermione’s nude form, but unable to hold back, he opened them. His eyes were drawn where his length repeatedly disappeared inside her, the brown neatly trimmed hairs of her pubes nestled just slightly above. Above, her large breasts jiggled with every shuddering impact, her nipples so erect it almost hurt to look at.
But it was Hermione’s face that finally drove Harry over the edge. Her askew long brown hair was shaking, her eyes looking into his, her face pleading for his release.
“Uggggggggh,” Harry said as he looked again deeply into her brown eyes. “I’m…cumming…right…now…HERMIONE!”
Hermione’s expression changed into a radiant, beautiful smile, one of a person who had finally received what they truly wanted. “Cum inside me, Harry Potter,” she said, still dutifully bouncing down on him. “CUM INSIDE ME!”
There was no further room for thought for Harry. There was only his body’s natural reaction as his dick surged inside Hermione’s pussy as it was driven onto him. There was only the wonderful, lewd thought that he was going to ejaculate inside this gorgeous, brunette beauty, who wanted it more than everything.
And he’d be damned if he didn’t give her every bit of what she wanted.
Harry convulsed under Hermione as he finally felt himself in wonderful, unstoppable release. He watched, his expression hungry, at the point at which their two bodies were joined. Of course, he could not see it that well, beyond the base of his pulsating cock. But he could feel the most amazing sensations as his magically enhanced phallus began spewing stream after stream of jism into Hermione Granger’s molten, welcoming core.
Some women had a hard time feeling their men reach their peaks, but it was just the opposite for Hermione. As Harry was buried deeply inside her, she felt hot jets of his wonderful seed penetrating even further inside her, unrelenting spurt after spurt. It was exactly what she had wanted, an absolutely divine sensation that sent Hermione well over the edge, her body shaking in a powerful orgasm even as Harry continued to shoot himself inside her.
As Hermione shook in her own orgasm, still experiencing the potent force of Harry’s unrestrained ejaculation, Harry himself was on cloud nine. What man wouldn’t be in his place? His cock was buried so far inside her that neither could remember a time when it was otherwise, even as he felt himself still straining to expel his load.
From the side, Luna and Ginny watched both Harry and Hermione careen over the edge. Luna had a hand down to her own still oozing pussy, watching Hermione’s orgasm with rapt attention. Ginny herself had eyes for Harry, watching the emotions on his face as his body convulsed upwards in release, his breaths going ragged.
At long last, Harry felt himself slowing in his impregnation of Hermione Granger. The brunette Gryffindor was still above him, somehow holding herself up above him, absolutely boneless, exhausted. Following the flow of gravity, some small measure of Harry’s jism was leaking out of her filled pussy around the cock that had shot its load inside of her. Hermione looked down at the sight, her lips parted, exhausted face bearing a satisfied expression.
Harry and Hermione remained in silence a moment more, eyes on each other and their bodies. It was Luna who broke the silence. “Well, Hermione, I guess you got what you wanted,” the blonde commented softly. “Just like me.”
Hermione threw her a look of exhausted pride. “We both got cum inside by the famous Harry Potter. But even you didn’t get to be in quite this position, my dear…” Her creamy cunt gave Harry another squeeze, making him cry out in rapture as Hermione smiled wickedly.
“Thank you for your gift, Harry.” Hermione slowly rose. As she lifted off his dick, more and more of his fluid leaking out onto Harry’s pelvis, until he finally popped out. Her hand extended downwards to her pussy, feeling his load inside her. She made a hasty, wobbly-legged grab for her wand, freeing Harry at last from her Binding Spell before falling, exhausted, to lie prone on the bed next to Luna.
Ginny rose to take Hermione’s position above the bed, looking down at the three.
The site that greeted the youngest Weasley was quite something. Luna’s blonde form was returning from its flush to its normal pale colour, the last remaining evidence of her experience Harry’s seed still leaking from her pussy. A similar sight greeted her from Hermione, as the brunette lay back, breasts heaving with another similar load of Harry’s seed deep inside her, filling her insides to leak out slowly onto the red and gold bedcovers.
And there was Harry himself, lying with his dick rapidly deflating, his eyes closed, looking exhausted. A pool of his fluids still remained on his dick and on his pelvis, mostly his own but what had to be no small measure of Hermione’s. After all, the Gryffindor brunette had blatantly cum her own brains out as well.
Ginny considered the sight of Harry’s dick and remembered Hermione’s earlier cleanup job. “You’re all messy again, Harry. Let me clean it up this time for you.”
Harry was still slumped back in exhaustion as Ginny descended, her slim form sliding smoothly along his. The redhead licked carefully at the collected fluid, that which had escaped the grasping pussy of Hermione Granger. Then she licked at Harry Potter’s gleaming cock, before taking it fully into her mouth to suck any last fluids both off of and out of it.
Understandably, that reached overstimulation for Harry. He had just spent himself inside of Hermione, and now Ginny was blowing him. Exhausted, Harry made a feeble protest groan, moving a hand lightly to push her off. Ginny brushed the weak effort aside and sucked all the harder, making Harry’s nerve endings stood on end.
After a long period of dutiful efforts, Ginny slid off of him, standing, smacking her lips. “You aren’t the only one able to make him moan, Hermione,” the redhead said slyly. Below, Harry’s cock was still wilting, but absolutely bone dry. A diligent girl was Ginny Weasley.
Harry finally returned to thought, if not voice. It had been an absolutely sensational night for the young wizard. He had given each of these three women his seed how they had wanted it. His desires were totally fulfilled, his quest to the Room of Requirement a wonderful, debased success. He had only to look towards the creampied brunette and blonde next to him, or the redhead licking his seed from her lips, to know it to be true.
“Thanks, girls,” Harry said tiredly. Three orgasms worth of exhaustion swept over him as Hermione’s magic wore off once more.
As his eyes closed, he saw all three faces turned towards his, and fell into the darkness.
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