I snarled and yanked her hair back, forcing her head up. Her mouth fell open in a scream as I jackhammered her pussy, every stroke deep and punishing. Her tits bounced beneath her maid uniform, nipples stiff and poking through the thin fabric.
The room filled with their cries-two sisters moaning in perfect chorus, one with my cock stuffed in her cunt, the other with her ass stretched by my fingers. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed, mixed with the wet squelch of Lyra's pussy swallowing me whole.
Lyra and Lyna turned their heads toward each other, their flushed cheeks brushing together. I kept hammering into Lyra's pussy from behind, my cock sliding in and out of her dripping hole with loud, wet smacks. Their lips met in a sloppy kiss, tongues immediately tangling as they moaned into each other's mouths. The sound of their muffled cries only made my cock throb harder, the vibration of Lyra's tight cunt gripping me like a vice.
I pulled my fingers out of Lyna's ass with a wet pop and slid my hand down between her thighs. Her skin was slick with sweat, the inside of her thighs trembling. I pressed two fingers against her swollen clit and began rubbing furiously, circling and flicking in rapid strokes. Her reaction was immediate-she broke the kiss with a high-pitched squeal, her whole body convulsing under my touch.
"Y-young master! Oh fuck-don't stop, don't stop!" she begged, her voice almost cracking as she buried her face against her sister's shoulder. Her hips jerked helplessly against my hand, grinding down on my fingers as I rubbed her clit.
Lyra's pussy clamped down even tighter around me as she listened to her twin's shameless moans. "She's dripping everywhere," I growled into her ear, yanking her hair back so she couldn't hide her face. "Just like you, whore."
Her reply was a ragged cry, her cunt spasming around my cock like it was trying to milk me dry. I felt her whole body seize as she came hard, juices spilling down my shaft, coating my balls in hot slickness. Her scream tore through the air, and then she slumped forward, face buried in the sheets, her body trembling with the aftershocks. Her ass still twitched as I pulled free of her, her pussy still gushing even in the aftermath.
"Such a good slut," I muttered, giving her ass one final smack before letting her collapse. Her body went limp, her maid skirt bunched up around her waist, her thighs glistening with her own release.
Lyna turned her head toward me then, her flushed face streaked with sweat, her lips parted in a desperate pout. Her eyes burned with hunger, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. "Please, young master," she whimpered. "I haven't cum yet. Fill me up again."
I didn't make her wait. With a snarl, I shoved her down flat onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. My cock, still soaked with her sister's cum, slammed into her pussy in one brutal thrust. The heat of her cunt swallowed me whole, tighter and wetter than I remembered. Lyna let out a choked scream, her nails clawing at the sheets as her back arched high.
"Fuck, yes! Finally!" she cried, her pussy squeezing me so hard it nearly stole my breath. "Use me, young master! Pound me until I break!"
I gripped her hips with both hands, pulling her back onto my cock as I thrust forward again and again, my balls slapping against her ass. Each stroke drove her higher, her screams growing louder until she was practically wailing for me. Her tits bounced beneath her uniform with every impact, the thin fabric soaked with sweat clinging to her body, her nipples stabbing through the maid blouse.
I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back as I fucked her into the mattress. Her pussy gripped me greedily, sucking me in deeper with every stroke, her wetness spilling down my thighs. The heat in my groin built fast, too fast, my balls drawing tight as the urge to cum surged dangerously close.
I bit down on her shoulder, growling into her ear, trying to hold it back. "You're so fucking tight, Lyna... If you keep milking me like this, I won't last."
She turned her head, her flushed face twisted in pure desperation. "Don't hold back," she begged breathlessly. "Cum inside me-fill me, young master! I need it!"
She cried out, head snapping back, her nails clawing furiously at the sheets. Her cunt gripped me instantly, so hot, so tight, her walls clutching at me as if trying to pull me deeper with every stroke.
Beside us, Lyra stirred, still dazed from her orgasm, but she turned her face toward her sister. Their eyes met, and then they leaned into each other a second time, lips locking in another sloppy, desperate kiss.
The sight made my cock throb inside Lyna. Two identical beauties-sisters, lovers, my sluts-kissing messily while I fucked one of them into the mattress. Their tongues tangled, saliva dripping down their chins, their muffled cries blending together.
I shifted my hand from Lyna's hip, sliding it down between her thighs. Her clit was swollen, slick, practically throbbing under my touch. I rubbed it mercilessly, circling and flicking while I rammed my cock in and out of her cunt.
Her kiss with Lyra broke instantly. Lyna threw her head back with a piercing scream, her whole body convulsing violently. "Yes-yes, oh fuck! I can't take it! I'm cumming!"
Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, squeezing and milking me with wild spasms. The sensation tore through me, breaking my control. My cock throbbed violently, my balls tightening painfully. Lyna's pussy was still spasming around me, pulling me deeper with every frantic clench.
"I... I can't hold it," I growled, slamming into her as hard as I could. "You're gonna take it, slut-you're gonna take all of it."
"Yes! Fill me! Fill my pussy, young master!" she wailed, her voice raw with need.
With one final brutal thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, my hips grinding against her ass. The pressure exploded inside me, a white-hot wave of release tearing through my body. I roared as I pumped thick, hot streams deep into her womb, spurting again and again until I felt her shudder from the heat flooding her.
Lyna screamed with me, her back arching high. Her pussy clenched even tighter, milking every drop from me as she came around my cock, her juices spraying down her thighs.
When it finally ended, she collapsed forward, face buried in the sheets, her body trembling uncontrollably. My cock slid halfway out, cum already leaking from her twitching hole. Lyra leaned in, kissing her sister's cheek softly, their hands intertwining weakly as they both panted for breath, ruined and satisfied.
I stayed kneeling between them, chest heaving, sweat dripping down my spine. My cock twitched inside Lyna, still buried in her sloppy, cum-filled cunt, and I smirked down at the pair of them.
The door to my room opened just as I slowly withdrew my cock from Lyna's thoroughly-used pussy. A thick stream of my hot cum immediately began to ooze from her swollen folds, dripping down onto her inner thighs and the sheets below. She moaned softly, barely aware, utterly spent after I'd fucked her to exhaustion.
I turned and found Hermione standing at the threshold. Her cheeks were tinged pink, her brown eyes wide with a faint blush-but there was concern in them, too. She stepped inside quietly, shutting the door behind her and coming nearer to the bed, her gaze flicking between my two utterly fucked-out maids and my still-erect cock, glistening and slick with cum and their juices.
She stopped at the edge of the bed, folding her arms across her chest with a soft sigh. "Harry, are you alright?" she asked gently. Her eyes softened as she reached out to brush a damp strand of hair from my forehead. "You're not just taking out your stress on them after everything that happened yesterday, are you?"
Before I could reply, Lyra lifted her head weakly from the sheets, her hair tangled, lips parted. Her eyes were hazy and half-lidded, clearly still drunk on pleasure. "It's okay, young master," she purred breathlessly, her voice thick and satisfied. "We love it when you use us like this."
Next to her, Lyna made a tiny, approving noise, too exhausted and blissfully sore to say much more.
Hermione's eyes crinkled in gentle amusement, a quiet laugh escaping her lips. "Well, I suppose that's my answer." She shook her head softly and reached out, taking my hand in hers. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
She led me gently but firmly away from the bed, toward the adjoining bathroom. My cock twitched again in anticipation as I watched Hermione begin to strip from her robes, letting the fabric fall softly from her shoulders to pool around her feet. I admired her naked body openly-her beautifully rounded breasts, the smooth, inviting curve of her hips, the creamy, unblemished skin that glowed faintly in the soft lamplight.
My gaze traveled downward, and I noticed immediately that her inner thighs were glistening slightly. Clearly, she had been watching and getting turned on by the sight of me roughly dominating my two maids. When she noticed the hungry way I looked at her, Hermione smirked softly, her eyes sparkling with knowing desire.
"Come on, then," she said softly, pulling me by the hand toward the steaming shower. "I think it's my turn to distract you properly."
(R-18 End)
...Hermione and I got out of the shower after spending quite a bit of time in there, going multiple rounds as she did her best to calm me down-and it really helped. We took our time drying off, standing close together in the warm, humid bathroom, stealing gentle touches and soft kisses as we slowly ran the soft towels across each other's naked bodies.
Hermione smiled at me tenderly as she gently brushed damp hair out of my face, her brown eyes warm and satisfied.
Feeling more relaxed than I had in days, I stepped back into my bedroom with Hermione by my side, both of us freshly dressed. Lyra and Lyna were waiting there patiently, both standing gracefully in their maid uniforms. They'd obviously used magic to tidy themselves up after our earlier session-their outfits were pristine again, their pale cheeks still flushed with warmth and their matching pink eyes carrying the lingering haze of pleasure. They both had soft, satisfied smiles on their faces, and as Hermione and I approached, the two sisters shared an excited glance between themselves.
"Young Master," Lyra began cheerfully, stepping forward with her eyes sparkling. She seemed immensely pleased about something. "WE HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR YOU!"
"Yes," Lyna chimed in, stepping closer to her twin sister, nodding eagerly as her dark hair bounced lightly around her shoulders. "We were going to tell you last night, but then you didn't get back til 4 in the morning after resurrecting Miss Nymphadora as your new pawn."
I asked the two of them what had them so excited.
Lyra and Lyna shared a look, then said together, "We searched every single room in Gryffindor last night after we heard about the snake attack."
I blinked. Hermione groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "I'm sure the students weren't thrilled about that," she muttered. "Especially since no one else even knows about that attack. And were lucky about that otherwise they might have closed down Hogwarts if a 50 ft long Basilisk was found in the middle of the school. Especially with all the foreign students around as well."
Yeah, it was frankly a miracle we avoided a massive international incident there. Yes, a bunch of students from Hogwarts and foreign schools had been petrified, but whenever they all eventually get cured, I doubt any of them will remember the cause of the attack.
"Meh, they'll get over it," Lyra said with a shrug, before her lips curved into a grin. She turned, pointing toward the far corner of the room. "But look what we found!"
I followed her finger. Something I hadn't noticed before sat half-hidden in the shadows-a box draped clumsily with a few sheets over it?
Hermione walked over briskly, suspicion in every step. She yanked the sheets away, and what she uncovered wasn't a box at all. It was a cage.
Inside the cage was a fat, filthy rat. Its patchy fur bristled, its beady eyes bulging with panic as it pressed into the bars. The thing let out a shrill squeak, claws scratching uselessly against the bottom of the cage.
My eyebrows shot up. "Is that... Ron Weasley's rat?"
The twins' matching pink eyes lit up with pride. Both of them nodded eagerly, smiling like cats that had cornered their prey. "Uh-huh! And he's the bastard that tried to kill you, Young Master!" they said in unison.
I frowned, confused, my mind turning over their words.
But Hermione caught on instantly. She gasped, her voice sharp and incredulous. "Wait. Ron's rat... is an Animagus!?" Her outrage echoed off the walls. "And he's been in our common room for years now!?" she sounded even more pissed off at that part.
The rat squeaked louder, thrashing against the cage as though it understood. Lyra and Lyna only nodded firmly, their expressions dead serious now.
I remembered vaguely from Hermione's lessons a few weeks back: an Animagus was a witch or wizard who could transform into an animal at will. A legal, but incredibly rare, magical skill.
My eyes narrowed. "How did you know to look for him?" I asked.
The twins exchanged another quick glance, then Lyra spoke up. "Because of the dog."
"The Animagus dog," Lyna clarified. "We saw him a few days ago. When we put it together, we thought-maybe the bastard sneaking around trying to hurt our Young Master was hiding the same way. So we searched."
Hermione and I both froze. Her lips parted, and she whispered the question that had already formed in my head.
"What other Animagus!?" we demanded at the same time.
...
A bit later...
I was walking down the stone corridors of Hogwarts. Next to me, Tonks-my newly resurrected pawn-moved along quietly, her normally vibrant hair hanging limply around her pale face. Her steps lacked their usual bounce, eyes still glazed with confusion and exhaustion.
I glanced sideways at her. I understood why she seemed so overwhelmed.
Hell, waking up from death as a reincarnated devil would leave anyone reeling. I'd wanted to stay with her last night, to gently guide her through everything she'd need to know-her new nature, her role as a servant in the Sitri clan, all the intricate details of devil society that she'd suddenly become a part of.
But Narcissa had promptly ushered me out of her quarters, firmly but politely insisting she'd handle explaining everything to her niece herself. She seemed determined to support Tonks through this transition alone, probably wanting to strengthen the newly reconnected bond between them.
