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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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Ivy leaned forward and locked her lips with his, which he immediately reciprocated. He lifted his hand to cup her cheek, and wrap his arm firmly around her back.
She quickly found herself backed into the wall, lost in the embrace with the young wizard. She moaned as their tongues danced together, and for the first time, she found herself losing in a battle for dominance.
As his hands slipped under her black tank-top, his thumb circling around her right pointed nipple that had been aching for the past twenty minutes, she didn’t particularly care about dominance.
Her hands wandered, and her fingers slid along the hidden muscles under his shirt. To be against such a hard body was a completely different feeling, and her hands trembled nervously.
Harry pinched her nipple, and she let out an unladylike grunt, drowned out by Harry’s lips, and she was quite sure he felt a slight hint of a smirk.
As she tasted Harry’s mouth for the second time, she could faintly see why Harleen, and so many other girls, fell victim to his talents.
But not her.
At least, not this quickly.
Well, not within the first 24 hours of meeting the kid.
She let out a soft, breathy moan as Harry’s fingers slipped into the waistband of her black lace panties, and brushed against her bare slit. She squeezed harder against his waist, and found that his form didn’t budge a bit.
Her clit throbbed angrily when his rough fingers – rougher than she was used to – wiggled teasingly against her hood.
She was feeling an entirely new plethora of emotions, and as she approached her first orgasm, she made a mental note to thank her Harleen after she spanked her dear ass red for getting her into this.

Pamela gasped as her fingers scraped at the wall behind her, her breathing ragged. Sweat nipped at her pale green skin, her shimmery red hair plastering to said skin, her eyes shut tight. She heaved a breath.
Fuck, he was good.
She let loose another moan as his upper lip swiped along her peeking bump, and her breasts shook at the impact as her entire body shook for a moment with pleasure.
Harry, having none of it, grabbed his new lover by the waist and held on tightly. His tongue explored the depths that no man had explored before, and it began slithering as he reached a place that that no man could ever reach. She thrashed and wiggled in his grasp, but he had a firm grip, tonguing at her moist cavern.
She clenched her teeth when Harry reached her g-spot, a spot that was only reached with Harley’s long, slim fingers, now being continuously assaulted by his slick, rugged tongue, scraping back and forth across her most sensitive spot.
Her neck pulsed as she forced herself not to cry out loud, her teeth gritting as only a long, slow moan escaped her lips.
Harry’s index finger prodded against her back hole, and she opened her eyes.
As soon as she could gasp out a protest, it died as Harley’s lips suddenly pressed against her own. She kept her eyes wide in shock as her girlfriend took advantage of her open mouth and tongued her oral cavity, and she wildly began to paw at her breasts.
There was a tell when Harley was particularly horny, and Ivy knew it. The blonde half-envied her D-Cup tits, and while she never particularly wanted them, because they would limit the mobility she had, she could appreciate them. A lot. Which was why whenever she couldn’t take it anymore, her sensitive nipples were Harleen’s Number 1 and 2 targets. There were a few times when before Harley’s fingers could dip any lower than her navel, her legs already had rivulets of her feminine fluids streaming down her long legs.
Harley knew her bountiful tits like the back of her hand, and she proved that by rolling her nipples betwixt her fingers ever-so-slightly, knowing just the right amount for -
She gasped in surprise as Harry’s tongue slid outside of her womanhood and attached his lips to her clitoris. He sucked and frenched at her hood with a fierceness that had her thrashing.
She made shuddering gasps, and Harley responded in kind, her hands roaming the top half of her lover’s green body, her hands grazing against her sweat-slicked skin, her pale bare breasts pressing against her own.
She didn’t even know Harley had taken off her shirt. She hoped she hadn’t been watching the entire time, witnessing her fall to Harry’s sexual prowess.
She gasped into Harley’s mouth as Harry blew into her pussy, and her hands wrapped around her blond lover, her fingers grazing Harley’s subtle muscles and quickly developing curves.
Harley finally broke her kiss against Ivy and smiled a goofy grin. And Ivy gave back her own contented smile.
She leaned down to kiss her dark green areola, and Ivy moaned at the contact, arching her back beautifully, leaning her head back to the ceiling, seeing spots.
When Harley switched to her other breast, Harry slid two fingers easily inside her tunnel, piercing into her for the second time with his digits.
Pamela screamed passionately to the ceiling as she shook in orgasm, her voice echoing through the hallway and the rest of the greenhouse. Harley lightly bit her nipple and pinched the other one, while Harry quickly increased the speed of his pumping digits, his tongue still swirling around her pulsing clit. Her juices quickly covered his hand, and the extra lubrication was almost needed to keep up with his furious pace. When she couldn’t scream anymore, she moaned breathily, her legs quaking with the strength of her cumming uncontrollably.
Ivy hissed at the sudden absence of Harry’s fingers, before moaning at the cooling sensation of the air that hit between her legs. Her knees trembled again, but her girlfriend quickly caught her with an arm around her waist. “You okay, Red? Did we break you?”
Ivy rolled her head to her shoulder and kissed her neck, making her giggle. She lifted her head up and mumbled something unintelligible.
“I don’t know what you said, Red,” Harley soothed her as Harry slid out from under the two. “But I’m guessing that the massage went well?”
“I knew that’s why you had the vial and not Harley,” Harry smirked, and Ivy gave them both a half-glare. She relented, and finally settled for smiling at the two.
“You’re both going to be the death of me, you know that?”
Harley quickly lifted her suspiciously light girlfriend and carried her in her arms bridal style. “Hell of a way to go, if you ask me.”
“No one asked you,” she muttered, and wrapped her hands around the young blonde’s neck. “Though I think I’ll keep that in mind.”
She placed a chaste kiss on Pamela’s rosy lips. “Thanks, Pammy,” she whispered against her nose, lightly tickling her. She giggled cutely, a sound she had never really heard before from the smoky, sensual voice of Poison Ivy.
“The things I do for you, Harley,” she whispered. She glanced back at Harry, who was watching the couple interact with interest. “That may have been the most fun.”
Harry raised his hand, and pointedly looked at Ivy as his tongue swiped across his index finger. She shivered when she saw his tongue strike out and swirl around the tip, before retreating back into his mouth. “The pleasure was mine.”
Harley slowly began setting Ivy’s feet to the floor. “Can you stand?”
She rolled her eyes. “You make it sound like I fainted. I can stand, dear.”
“Good.” She leaned Ivy against the wall and let her go. “Because I want you to watch this the right way.”
Ivy watched as her girlfriend strut over to Harry and lifted his hand again. She allowed Ivy to get a good glimpse of his glistening fingers before her small tongue peeked out and drug against his calloused fingers.
“Mmmm... watermelon,” Harley giggled, before she wrapped her lips around Harry’s digits.
Harry and Ivy watched in stunned fascination as the blue-eyed girl sucked noisily at his fingers, wetting his digits with her saliva before licking it off.
Her tongue reached the sensitive spot where his fingers met his palm when Harry withdrew his hand from the hot confines of her mouth. He sneakily slid his hand behind her head and smashed his lips to hers, and she happily reciprocated with a moan and wrapped her arms around his neck.
A pair of heavy breasts pressed against her naked back, and Harleen squeaked in surprise as her jeans were shoved down. “No panties,” Ivy muttered against her ear, her lips nipping against her lobe. Her fingers slid against her soft pink folds, and Harley broke her kiss to moan. “You really are a little slut, baby...” she murmured, bringing her hands up to her breasts to cup them. She glanced down at Harry, who was bent at his knees, staring straight at Harley’s hairless cunny. “Our slut.”
The green-eyed wizard smiled at the redhead, who grinned back. Harleen’s eyes were fluttered closed, oblivious to the exchange. “Our slut,” he whispered, before kissing the apex of her thighs.
Harley whimpered.
Maybe these two were going to be the death of her?
She shuddered as Ivy nipped at her ear once more, then slid her hand down to strum at her clit as Harry’s tongue slithered deep inside of her.
She let out a contented sigh. Hell of a way to go.
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Harry and Harley - Smut Excerpts