The overwhelming pleasure pushed me rapidly toward my own climax. My cock pulsed powerfully inside Lyra's tight, squeezing cunt as her orgasm triggered mine.
"Fuck-Lyra!" I shouted helplessly against Lyna's pussy, erupting deep inside Lyra's spasming cunt once again. Thick jets of hot cum pumped into her eagerly accepting pussy, filling her completely. She cried out in delight, rocking herself gently as I finished emptying every drop deep inside her!
At the same time, Lyna's body shuddered powerfully above me. Her pussy clenched firmly around my tongue as she came, hard and violently, soaking my face and tongue with even more of her sweet, sinful juices.
"Oh Maou yes, Master! I'm cumming all over your face!" Lyna moaned loudly, her hips jerking wildly against my mouth, trembling thighs pressed tightly around my head.
...We lay there tangled together, panting and sweaty, their beautiful bodies pressed comfortably against mine. I could feel my cum dripping slowly out of Lyra's satisfied pussy, running down my cock onto my thighs.
"Mmm..." Lyra whispered softly, cuddling closer into my side. "Master Harry, you're even better than we dreamed you'd be."
Lyna giggled softly, kissing my chest affectionately. "We can rest for a moment, but after that it's my turn to ride your cock!"
(R-18 end)
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The next morning, I sat comfortably at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, enjoying a relaxing breakfast. Sunlight filtered gently through the tall enchanted windows, casting a warm glow over the busy tables and sleepy-eyed students around me.
Across from me, Fred and George grinned mischievously with obvious curiosity. Sitting cozily between them was Angelina, their shared girlfriend. She nibbled casually on a piece of toast, occasionally shaking her head fondly at their antics.
Fred leaned forward. "Oi, Harry! Mind telling us exactly where you've been hiding yourself this entire weekend?"
George nodded eagerly, matching his twin's smirk. "Nobody's seen you, your lovely girlfriend Hermione, or your two sexy maids around Hogwarts all weekend."
Angelina playfully rolled her eyes, smacking both twins lightly on the arms. "Seriously, you two? 'Sexy maids'? Behave yourselves."
Fred laughed lightly, pretending to rub his arm. "What? Just stating the obvious."
George grinned innocently, winking at Angelina. "Yeah, Angie, it's a perfectly valid question."
I chuckled softly, calmly taking a sip of orange juice. Making sure to avoid the disgusting pumpkin juice. "Well," I began casually, setting the goblet back down, "let's just say certain circumstances meant I had to spend the weekend back home. And yes, I definitely had a very nice time."
Fred and George exchanged knowing looks, both snickering loudly at my admission. Angelina rolled her eyes again but smiled anyway.
"Oh, trust us, mate," Fred said knowingly, wagging his eyebrows, "we can definitely tell."
George laughed brightly, leaning in closer to whisper loudly, "You've got the look of a man who got very lucky last night."
Angelina sighed in exasperation, lightly smacking George's chest once more. "You're both shameless."
"I won't deny that," I laughed easily, grinning back at the twins. "But more importantly, did I miss anything dramatic happening here over the weekend?"
Fred shook his head lazily, reaching for a pastry. "Not too much-just the fact that the whole school now officially knows Draco Malfoy's a eunuch."
I choked slightly on my juice, coughing briefly before looking up in surprise. Ehhh!?
"Fuck yeah, he is!" Lavender Brown suddenly laughed loudly from further down the table. She gave me a sultry wink, not even bothering to hide the fact she was eavesdropping along with Parvati and Jasmine beside her.
"He's been hiding out in the hospital wing. Refuses to show his face."
"Couldn't have happened to a more deserving bloke."
The twins both said.
Fred leaned forward again. "Oh, and Dumbledore made an announcement last night at dinner while you were still off having fun," he said.
I perked up. "What kind of announcement?" I asked.
George shrugged lightly. "Apparently there's another stage of the tournament scheduled for this Friday. The old man wouldn't give us any hints though. He just said it was another 'surprise challenge'."
I sighed softly, rolling my eyes at Dumbledore's crypticness. He definitely gets off on being a trolling old man. "Of course it is."
Fred chuckled while nodding. "Oh, and one more thing, the school's apparently getting even more new students arriving soon."
That caught my interest immediately. "New students?"
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Chapter 20 (~11k words):
Chapter 20 (~11k words):
— Harry —
I was still sitting at the Gryffindor breakfast table, wrapping up my conversation with Fred and George, when Professor McGonagall suddenly approached. She stopped next to me, adjusting her glasses as she gave me a slightly stern but kind look.
"Mr. Sitri," she said calmly, "Professor Dumbledore would like a word with you before your classes start today." She paused briefly, then softened her expression a bit. "You have Transfiguration with me first, so I'll excuse your tardiness if the meeting runs long."
"Thanks, Professor," I replied with a grateful smile.
She nodded crisply, turned on her heel, and quickly walked away to resume supervising the Great Hall. I stood up from the table, glancing back at Fred and George.
"Wonder what the old man wants now," Fred commented with a casual grin.
George chuckled, giving me a mock-serious salute. "Best of luck, Harry."
"Thanks," I said, rolling my eyes at their theatrics. "See you two later."
Hermione was seated nearby, deep in conversation with Ginny. As I prepared to leave, I leaned towards Hermione, giving her a gentle smile. "I've got to go meet Dumbledore," I said softly, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. Hermione's cheeks turned faintly pink as she smiled back warmly.
Ginny watched the exchange with a playful pout, eyes narrowing slightly. Chuckling softly at her expression, I hesitated briefly before leaning towards her as well. "I wouldn't forget about you," I teased, giving her a quick peck on the cheek too. Her face lit up in delight at being included.
Fred and George immediately erupted in exaggerated indignation. "Oi! Potter, that's our sister!" Fred exclaimed dramatically.
"Have you no shame?" George chimed in as they both feigned outrage.
I laughed, holding up my hands in surrender. "My deepest apologies, gentlemen," I said, unable to suppress a grin.
The twins mock-scowled, but their eyes twinkled with humor, clearly amused rather than truly offended. I stood up from the table, still smiling as I left the Great Hall.
I left the noisy hall behind, making my way through the familiar corridors of the castle toward Dumbledore's office. I moved quickly up the marble staircase, eventually reaching the stone gargoyle standing guard in front of the spiral staircase.
"Take 5," I said clearly, speaking the password Dumbledore had recently set. The gargoyle nodded stiffly and rotated aside, revealing the hidden stairway. I stepped forward and walked up the twisting staircase.
When I reached the top, the heavy wooden door was already slightly open. I pushed it inward and stepped into the Headmaster's comfortable, cluttered office. Immediately, a joyful trill echoed through the room as Fawkes, Dumbledore's magnificent phoenix, took flight from his perch and landed gracefully on my shoulder. His feathers felt pleasantly warm, and he let out another affectionate chirp as I reached up and scratched gently beneath his chin.
"Good morning, Fawkes," I said warmly, smiling as the phoenix leaned happily into my touch. "It's always good to see you, too."
"Fawkes does seem to have taken quite the liking to you, Harry," Dumbledore remarked cheerfully from behind his ornate desk. His bright blue eyes twinkled with gentle amusement. He was wearing his usual vibrant robes, today colored deep purple with glittering silver stars.
Standing nearby, close to the Headmaster's desk, was a stern-faced woman I didn't recognize. She was tall, with vibrant red hair neatly tied back, and wore the official robes of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Her sharp gaze studied me carefully, assessing me from head to toe. Underneath her official robes, it was impossible to ignore the massive curves of her chest. Probably the biggest breasts I'd seen on a human woman who wasn't a devil or Veela.
Definitely impressive.
My eyes lingered just a bit too long on her abundant assets, and she noticed instantly. The woman made a soft, disapproving 'tut' sound and crossed her arms over her generous chest, giving me a mildly irritated glare.
Quickly realizing my mistake, I cleared my throat awkwardly, fighting the heat rising in my cheeks. "Sorry about that," I mumbled softly.
"Harry Sitri, I presume," she said firmly. Her voice was strong and confident, carrying natural authority. "I'm Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Pleasure to meet you."
My eyes widened slightly in surprise. Amelia Bones herself was here-the top witch in charge of Britain's magical police force. This must be important indeed if someone of her rank had personally come all the way to Hogwarts.
"Wow," I said honestly, regaining my composure and offering her a polite smile. "It's very nice to meet you, Madam Bones."
She nodded curtly, her gaze still serious but noticeably less cold. Up close, I could see the resemblance-she definitely looked related to Susan Bones, a Hufflepuff student around my age. In fact, Susan herself was quite famously curvy among the student population. Clearly, the Bones family genetics had been incredibly generous in certain areas.
Dumbledore smiled indulgently at our exchange, gently clearing his throat to regain my attention.
"Apologies for pulling you away from breakfast and classes, Harry," he said kindly, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "But Madam Bones here has come personally to discuss an urgent matter, and unfortunately it couldn't wait until later in the day."
"Indeed," Amelia agreed briskly, fixing me with her steady gaze again. "I appreciate your time, Mr. Sitri, and I'll try not to keep you too long."
I glanced back to Dumbledore curiously. "Of course," I agreed easily, my interest piqued. "I'm happy to help however I can. What's this about?"
Amelia took a step forward, uncrossing her arms and standing tall as she prepared to speak. "Mr. Sitri," she began calmly, "I'm here because recent events surrounding this tournament have escalated rapidly, and we have reasons to believe there may be threats against you personally. I'd like to ask you a few questions to help keep both you and the other participants safe."
"Of course, Madam Bones. Ask away."
Madam Bones took a slow breath, straightening her back before beginning her explanation. "Mr. Sitri, the situation we find ourselves in is deeply troubling," she started, her voice controlled but tense. "We are currently just entering the third week of this school year, and there have already been two confirmed assassination attempts directly targeting you."
Honestly, it was actually three attempts if we counted the recent Lupin incident in the woods. But I quickly decided not to bring that one up.
It wouldn't help to drag Professor Lupin or my mother Serafall into an official Ministry investigation. So I kept quiet about that particular night.
Instead, I gave a slow nod, showing that I took her concerns seriously. "Yeah, I have to admit it's pretty crazy," I said truthfully. "But, isn't this kind of how magical school usually goes? I mean, the TV shows always make the magic world look exciting and dangerous..."
"Haha," Dumbledore chuckled gently from behind his desk, clearly amused by my comment.
Madam Bones, however, was less amused. She let out an irritated sigh, crossing her arms beneath that massive chest of hers, unintentionally emphasizing it even more beneath the thick fabric of her robes. "Those ridiculous TV shows drive me crazy," she muttered with obvious annoyance. "My niece Susan is completely obsessed with them as well," she grumbled.
Dumbledore laughed again, his eyes twinkling mischievously behind his half-moon spectacles. "I must admit, I tend to prefer books myself," he said cheerfully. He leaned forward slightly, a sly smile forming beneath his beard. "In fact, lately I've been reading a rather steamy tale about-"
"Headmaster!" Madam Bones sharply interrupted, her cheeks turning slightly red as she quickly raised her hand, clearly uncomfortable with wherever Dumbledore was taking that conversation. "Can we please return to the actual issue at hand?"
Dumbledore chuckled warmly, sitting back in his chair, completely unfazed by her reaction. "Of course, Amelia. Continue."
She cleared her throat pointedly, quickly regaining her composure and looking directly at me once more. "Right," Madam Bones began again, speaking clearly and seriously. "First was the poisoning incident involving Ronald Weasley, who nearly died because he unknowingly ingested poison intended for you, Mr. Sitri."
I winced at that memory. Yeah that was fucked up. And I definitely was not going to be pointing out anytime soon that Lyra and Lyna had actually poisoned Ron. After he had tried to poison me first.
"And then Viktor Krum-an internationally famous star, no less-was victim of an Imperius Curse and forced to attack you publicly in the first task. Even though it's considered the least dangerous of the Unforgivable Curses, the backlash has not been good." She shook her head sharply, irritation flashing clearly in her eyes. "The media, especially the international newspapers, have been eating Magical Britain alive over this," she said, frustration thick in her tone. "The Bulgarian Ministry has lodged multiple complaints. Public perception of our country is rapidly deteriorating. The whole world is demanding answers about what happened, and rightfully so." Madam Bones stared directly into my eyes, her expression grim and serious. "Your safety is my personal priority, Mr. Sitri. So you understand why I'm taking this matter very seriously."
"Of course, Madam, I'll help however I can," I told her.
She straightened slightly, adjusting her stance and looking down at me with those sharp, attentive eyes of hers.
"Tell me honestly, Mr. Sitri," she asked calmly, "have you noticed anything unusual around Hogwarts recently? Specifically over the weekend. Have you been keeping up with what's been reported in the newspapers at all?"
Before I could respond, Dumbledore cleared his throat gently, giving Madam Bones a friendly smile. "I'm afraid Harry couldn't have kept up with anything here this weekend, Amelia," he explained pleasantly. "He wasn't at Hogwarts at all. Neither was Miss Hermione Granger-Harry's closest confidant-nor was his aunt, Miss Sona Sitri, or her friend Miss Tsubaki Shinra, for that matter."
