Harry Potter: Backstep

The dueling pit was cleared shortly as Edgar Bones led his sister Amelia through the exit towards the medical wing while the aurors escorted the Lestrange brothers out.

"Lord Peverell, Mr. Greengrass, you two are up next. Please make your way through."

Both competitors nodded toward the attendant who left and turned to each other.

"I hope you're not as volatile as Lestrange, Peverell," Greengrass remarked with a chuckle. Harry smiled.

"Volatile, not really. But you won't be getting past me. I'll promise you something though. I'll make it totally painless."

"We'll see."

Exchanging another smile, they left through their respective entrances as the wall turned transparent once again. The dimly lit dueling chamber that had been abuzz with whispers and talks in the aftermath of Lestrange's attack fell silent as they emerged, taking their places on the opposite ends, their wands at the ready. Both Harry and Gareth looked ready, their eyes burning with intense focus as they gazed at each other from across the dueling pit.

"I must warn you not to repeat what we saw in the previous duel," the referee boomed. "Ready?"

Both gave a curt nod, and the crowd leaned forward excitedly. Harry gazed at Gareth and there was only one thought prevailing in his mind.

'Time to make an impression.'

"BEGIN!"

Harry came out blazing, his wand tracing intricate patterns as a kaleidoscope of multicolored jinxes, hexes, and curses bombarded Gareth. Bolts of crimson energy, streaks of indigo light, and winding lashes of amethyst fire pounded at Gareth's hastily erected shield charms that shattered at every impact.

The crowd gasped and exclaimed at the fireworks on display.

Gareth backpedaled, struggling to maintain his defenses against the relentless onslaught. Sweat beaded on his brow as he deflected and blocked each new assault through sheer reflex, his teeth gritted all the while. Gasps went up as a stray bolt blackened the arena floor barely a foot away from him.

With a pivoting flick, Harry transfigured the very air around Gareth into a cyclone of razor-sharp crystalline shards. The crowd exclaimed as Gareth erected a dome of shimmering energy to deflect the whirling blades.

Harry struck again, conjuring a flock of silvery falcons that shrieked and clawed at the protective sphere to a smattering of applause from the crowd. They were getting a proper show this time.

Frustrated, Gareth attempted to go on the offensive, transforming the arena floor into a churning black tar pit that sought to ensnare Harry's feet. Harry easily levitated himself, raining down a torrent of scorching fiery lashes from above that a wide-eyed Gareth barely avoided, causing the audience to gasp.

Gareth quickly caught his bearings once again and rallied with blasts of concussive force that Harry batted away with conjured gusts of wind. However, with every exchange, Harry's assault intensified. He transformed glittering metals into battering projectiles that streaked towards Gareth who barely dodged them. Refusing to let up, he let out blasts of concentrated sound that distorted the air, making Gareth wince and stagger. Pressing his advantage, Harry summoned ghostly animated suits of armor to restrict Gareth's movements. The crowd roared its approval at each new display of magic, be it a charm or a transfiguration.

Meanwhile, behind the large screen, Flitwick and Cyrus stared at the spectacle in wide-eyed marvel, and so did Edgar and Amelia from the medical wing.

"Where did he even come from!?" Edgar whispered in shock as the healer worked on Amelia whose eyes were intently fixated on the suspended screen in wonder.

Finally, a desperate move by Gareth backfired and Harry anticipated it. He quickly pounced on the split-second vulnerability. With a final flourish of his wand, Harry unleashed a torrent of sapphire energy that encased Gareth in glowing bands of magical restraint, immobilizing him. His eyes widened as his wand clattered uselessly to the ground.

The referee nodded and bellowed, "Harry Peverell wins and advances to the final!"

The entire chamber erupted in thunderous cheers and applause as Harry smirked and canceled his spell. Drained and defeated, Gareth fell to the floor in wide-eyed shock.

Waving at the applauding crowd, Harry strode forward confidently and offered Gareth a hand up. Gareth could only nod in weary admiration as the crowd chanted Harry's name.

"We will be taking a lunch break now. The final between Auror Bones and Lord Peverell will take place at 4."

The crowd dispersed slowly as Cyrus Greengrass and Filius Flitwick arrived in the chamber.

"That was splendidly done, Harry."

Harry smiled at Flitwick before glancing over at Gareth who let out a chuckle.

"Merlin, Peverell. You totally wiped the floor with me. And I don't have a bloody scratch on my robes, let alone my body!"

"I did tell you I'll make it painless for you," Harry replied with a smirk. The other man merely shook his head as they began walking toward the dining area.

"Must say though, if things had been different, Lestrange would've been carted off to Azkaban long ago," Cyrus said darkly.

They all glanced over to the medical wing where Amelia Bones was being treated for any injuries she might have sustained in her duel with Lestrange. Harry did think she'd been lucky to have come off entirely unscathed. The worst she had sustained was probably an impact injury when she had collided with the magical barrier erected around the dueling pit which should be treated relatively easily and he theorized she must have been asked to take a rest for a bit by the resident healer.

Still, it was the intent that counted and Lestrange could have truly killed her. Harry did not know much about the political clout that House Bones wielded but he would lend them his aid should they ask for it. And if not, then Lestrange's fate was decided anyway.

They made their way just as Amelia and Edgar emerged from the medical wing, meeting them halfway. The man was still glaring daggers toward the exit where the Lestrange brothers had been evicted from.

Harry's eyes though were affixed on the rigid posture of Amelia Bones and he could see she was still feeling the lingering aftereffects of the impact from being blasted against the barrier.

Edgar spotted them first and nodded respectfully toward Flitwick before his eyes shifted to Harry.

"Really impressive bit of spellwork out there, Peverell," he said gruffly. "Haven't seen such a one-sided duel against someone like Gareth, no offense."

Gareth shook his hand dismissively, not refuting the truth.

"Your sister showed even more impressive defensive mastery," Harry replied, his gaze flickering to Amelia. Even battered and having been through a draining ordeal, she radiated a fierce, elegant power that drew his gaze like a moth to a flame.

Amelia was nursing her left arm which Harry spotted had healing salve applied over it. Her robes had also been singed slightly. It seemed she had been caught with at least a portion of Lestrange's curse before she could fully deflect it. The redhead noticed his stare and caught his eyes, her pained gaze hardening into molten pools of fierce confidence and determination.

"Well, if it isn't my final opponent," she said evenly, looking him up and down in clear appraisal. "Dumbledore's apprentice and Filius' champion. The favorite Harry Peverell himself."

"You flatter me, Miss Bones," Harry replied evenly with a slight bow of his head, although he felt his lips twitch upwards slightly at her tone. "Though I fear speculation would count for nothing in face of your own performance in these qualifiers so far."

One shapely eyebrow arched upwards on Amelia's face, but Harry did not miss the slight upturn at the corner of her lips.

"We'll see about that, won't we? Although I should tell you I haven't even begun depleting the galleons worth of tricks I have up my sleeve."

"Undoubtedly they'd all be perfectly legal, at minimum," Edgar interjected with a scathing glare towards the exit once again. "Unlike that inbred pillock."

"A base expectation that bastard couldn't be bothered with," Amelia agreed with a look of distaste. She winced slightly as her injury throbbed.

Without preamble, Harry stepped forward and offered his arm gallantly, a confident smile on his face. "May I escort you to the dining hall, Miss Bones? I'd hate for you to overtax yourself before our grand finale."

Harry was greeted with surprised looks from everyone but he had his eyes affixed on the redhead whose deep orbs glinted briefly with an emotion Harry couldn't quite identify. Her hand found the crook of his elbow and grasped it lightly. Even through the fabric of his robes, Harry felt goosebumps rise along his arm at her touch.

"Quite a gentleman you are, Lord Peverell," her tone was laced with amusement and something else Harry could not quite place his finger on. "And here I thought I'd have my work cut out facing someone who posed an actual threat."

Harry chuckled as they began walking, with him and Amelia trailing behind the other four wizards. The witch was sorely mistaken if she thought he had gotten smitten with her and she would have an easy way through him.

"Oh, I can assure you, there are plenty of threats afoot where I'm concerned," Harry replied, his voice an octave lower and dripping with insinuation as they walked together.

He stole a sidelong glance at her, taking in her proud profile with lush eyebrows and high cheekbones with a dimple on her cheek as she smiled, the strands of her crimson hair escaping her braided hair that framed her face, her slender neck that shone with a sheen of perspiration, and her tight robe that clung to her hourglass figure, teasing him with the vision of what lay underneath. She was a stunning witch, alright.

"Is that a promise, my Lord Peverell?" She asked suddenly, her head angling slightly as they walked so that their eyes met directly. Harry expertly ceased his nice ogling of this buxom redhead. Up close, her subtle vanilla scent felt utterly dizzying in a way that took Harry by surprise.

"I suppose you'll have to withstand me at the most opportune of times to find out," he replied, and with a roguish grin, he added, "Unless you'd like a sneak preview after our duel?"

Amelia's full, pink lips quirked upwards at the edges, her smirk fully pronounced as she gazed at him. The look he could spot in those eyes of hers would have made a lesser man turn into a puddle right then and there, but he succeeded in merely letting his thoughts turn scandalous.

"You're awfully sure of yourself, Lord Peverell," Amelia purred in a tone of mild reproach that contradicted the blazing look in her eyes.

"Harry, please," he replied. "Lord Peverell feels too formal."

"Oh? Jumping to informality so quickly?" Amelia quipped instantly, her smirk still prominent.

"I believe that ship sailed quite a while ago, Amelia," Harry replied, stepping forward boldly. The way her eyes lit up a tad clued him into the fact that she was in no way opposed to it. He leaned in just a fraction closer, just near enough for her feminine scent to waft over his senses faintly. "And when faced by someone of your caliber, can you truly blame me?"

Amelia let out a tinkling laugh, bright and crystalline that seemed to shimmer against the ministry walls. It was a truly disarming sound that he knew would remain with him for a long, long time.

"Well then," she said as her laughter subsided, her eyes dancing with amusement. "I can hardly wait to school you in humility, Harry."

They entered the bustling, lively dining hall, surrounded by the clinking of utensils and bustling chatter of the crowd who excitedly discussed the duels that had taken place and what the final had in store for them.

"Lord Peverell, Auror Bones, over here please."

Both Harry and Amelia glanced over and saw Richard Greengrass beckoning them over with a smile. Nodding, they walked over and the man led them over to a table for two.

"As per custom, the two finalists shall share their meal before the ultimate duel," the man smiled, and both nodded in understanding.

Ever the gentleman, Harry pulled out a chair for the redhead who accepted the gesture with a smile and allowed him to slide the chair in, aiding her. Once done, he walked over and assumed his seat, fully aware of the dozens of eyes on them. He refused to let it all bother him though, instead focusing on the beauty sitting in front of him. He had not missed how the witch had extracted her arm from his with clear reluctance. The spark was indeed there on both sides and all it needed was to be set to flame.

They glanced through the menu and ordered, their lunch appearing before them in an instant.

"Do eat nicely, Harry. I'll want you well-fed and rested for when I demolish you later this afternoon," Amelia intoned, fixing an intense stare upon Harry.

Harry bit back a grin at her boldness as he made himself comfortable in his chair right opposite her. Leaning back, he made a show of looking her over, his eyes lingering in a few spots, before he met her eyes again.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Amelia," he replied smoothly. "Though I do hope we'll have fun." He gave her a brazen wink. "It'll be our first time together, after all."

A small flush crept along Amelia's high cheekbones as she registered his brazen innuendo. Just for a beat, her bravado faltered and Harry caught a glimpse of the young woman beneath the supreme self-assurance, totally affected by his flirtatious daring.

Her eyes narrowed into smoldering slits and her full lips quirked upwards which sent his blood rushing south.

"Is that what you tell all the women, Harry?" She purred. "Or am I receiving your special treatment?"

Two could play at this game, Harry realized as a thrill went through him. Recovering quickly, he leaned forward and braced his elbows on the table, holding her smoldering gaze steadily.

"For you, Miss Bones?" he said, pitching his voice lower in a register he hoped was seductive. "I'll endeavor to bring everything I have. You deserve nothing less than my absolute... best."

Harry let the implication linger between them. Nothing blatant had been said yet, but he knew she must know what he was insinuating. She was proud and challenging, he couldn't deny, and it enticed him all the more. The atmosphere at their table was charged, and finally, Amelia broke the silence with a chuckle, shaking her head almost imperceptibly. Her eyes danced with rueful amusement as she gazed at him.

"You're a menace, Harry," she murmured, as if to herself. "A real menace, but a marvelous duelist too."

They started on their respective meals and throughout the lunch, Harry and Amelia stole glances at one another, exchanging looks laden with unspoken words that sparked the air every time with electric potential. Their banter was playfully combative, but both felt it was not only their upcoming duel that was being discussed here.

Both felt that their duel could be just the opening salvo in what was slowly shaping up to be a very enticing… encounter.

-Break-

As the lunch break started winding down, the lively buzz of the dining hall grew more pronounced. Ministry officials and spectators began migrating back towards the dueling chamber in anticipation of the final duel between Harry and Amelia.

Through the noise and movement, Harry was hyper-aware of Amelia still seated across from him. She seemed to take her time finishing her glass of Gillywater, regarding him over the rim with those mesmerizing brown eyes.

"You know, Harry," Amelia said, setting her glass down deliberately. "As entertaining as this little game of ours has been over lunch..." She paused, her tongue darting out to quickly wet her full lower lip. "I do hope you're quite prepared to back up all that bravado where it really counts."

Harry felt his lips quirk slightly at her heated look and the unmistakable challenge in her words. He forced himself to meet her smoldering gaze steadily and not let his eyes stray.

"I can assure you, Amelia," he replied, his voice dripping with innuendo he knew she was perfectly aware of. "I'm a firm believer in promising only what I can deliver."

A single eyebrow arched upwards on her face as she seemed to appraise the weight of his words.

"Is that so?" she murmured, leaning back in her chair in an overtly casual posture that managed to draw his eyes to the swell of her large breasts beneath the fine dueling robes. "Well then, I simply must insist you make good on that delicious arrogance of yours once we return to the arena."

Harry felt a full-blown smirk appear on his face at her silky tone and thinly veiled innuendo. He easily matched her casual demeanor, eyeing her up and down as he gazed at her with confidence.

"You wound me, Amelia. I assure you, arrogance has nothing to do with it." He let his eyes roam openly over her delicious figure in a way that conveyed his appreciation and just how appealing he found her. "It's simply excitement for the delectable challenge you pose. From what I've seen so far, I find myself most eager to tackle this… appealing endeavor and make sure I don't disappoint you."

The flush that tinged her cheeks could have been from his words or the warmth of the room, but the way her eyes flashed and her lips quirked told Harry all he needed to know. This was a woman of supreme confidence and conviction who wasn't used to being flustered. He intended to take full advantage of fanning those particular flames.

Amelia held his heated look for a beat longer before glancing away with a soft exhale. Rising abruptly from her seat, she smoothed her robes in a single fluid motion and shot him one last calculating look from under her lashes.

"We'll see about that excitement soon enough, Harry," she said evenly before turning on her heel and striding away.

Harry smiled to himself and followed suit, falling into stride as he followed behind her toward the exit where Edgar and Filius stood waiting for them. He allowed himself to appreciate the confident sway of Amelia's wide hips swaying tantalizingly beneath her tailored robes. She moved with a lithe grace that was all too apparent to see in her dueling.

As they reached the exit, Edgar Bones cleared his throat pointedly, apparently having noticed Harry's obvious admiration of his sister.

"If you're quite done eyeing up my sister for the moment, Peverell," the man said gruffly, holding out his arm for Amelia to escort her to the dueling chamber.

Rather than looking affronted, Amelia merely arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow as she linked her healed arm with her brother, her body straight and her chin raised proudly. Her brown orbs glittered in amusement when they met Harry's.

"Oh, my heroic brother," she drawled sarcastically at her brother before shifting her gaze back to Harry. "I hope your performance won't disappoint me, Harry."

Harry smiled to himself as they walked away and his smile widened when he noticed something. Amelia glanced over her shoulder at him and with a small smirk, she turned away.

"All right then," Harry said calmly as he followed behind at a sedate pace. "Time to put on another show."

Beside him, Flitwick shook his head in amusement.

-Break-

The dueling chamber was oppressively hushed as Harry and Amelia took their places, the crowd holding its collective breath in anticipation.

From across the dueling pit, Harry could see Amelia's chest rising and falling with deep, steadying breaths. Her lips were parted, an enticing flush already greeting her high cheekbones, and when her eyes met his, they glinted not just with competitive fire but a dangerously alluring edge born from their earlier flirtations.

Harry could see her arm was entirely healed now and he smiled to himself. He truly wanted her at her best. He was equally excited for this duel and he knew that no matter the result, his story with the beautiful redhead would be extending far beyond this dueling chamber.

Both the combatants raised their wands in textbook salute, each refusing to be the first to break the heated eye contact simmering between them. Harry had a greedy focus on the woman, and he took in every detail – from the defiant arc of one shapely brow to the subtle flare of her nostrils as she breathed and the tantalizing rise and fall of her breasts beneath her fine dueling robes.

Meanwhile, Amelia's fingers tightened imperceptibly on her wand as she noticed his gaze and she bit down on her full lower lip, feeling a thrill shoot through her when she saw Harry's transfixed gaze on the simple, albeit sensual action. She knew what was unfolding between them here and how it extended beyond this duel, and her eyes practically seared into him, as if she was promising that she would meet all the challenges he posed with relentless intensity.

"BEGIN!"

As if a switch was flipped on, all the sensual and competitive tension between Harry and Amelia detonated in an explosion of brilliant spellfire. Vivid jets of scarlet and turquoise energy fired across the stage towards Harry who met them with a powerful shimmering shield that fractured those streaks of light into prismatic shards. The crowd collectively gasped and cheered at the initial assault on the redhead's part.

Allowing his shield to flicker away, Harry flicked his wand in a spiraling, horizontal arc, conjuring a dozen winged raptors formed of crackling emerald energy. He gave a sharp thrust and the flock scattered, streaking through the air with shrieks towards Amelia in a deadly arcing formation.

With an excited grin, Amelia whirled in a circle, her wand trailed by billowing clouds of shimmering purple particles that bent and undulated around her like a cyclone shield. As the emerald raptors struck the swirling maelstrom, the clashing of energy caused violent purple shockwaves to pulse outwards, rattling against the powerful barriers that surrounded the dueling pit.

As Amelia pivoted out of her whirling defense, she lashed her wand upwards causing a torrent of purple energy to surge forward in a raging tide towards Harry. The force transfigured the very air into clusters of razor-sharp crystalline lances entangling and spiraling together into a deadly funnel.

Harry's lips quirked and he stabbed his wand sharply downward, conjuring an electrified whip of golden filaments from its tip. With a brutal upward lash, the glowing energy whip tore a circular shockwave along the ground that erupted forth in an expanding sapphire disc of raw magical force. The ring tore apart a path straight through Amelia's crystalline windstorm, disrupting the deadly momentum of shards and sparking an explosion of sapphire, golden, and purple energy that pulsed upwards into the rafters.

The stunned crowd broke into feverish cheers and Harry stole a glance at Amelia. He grinned fiercely at the sheer intensity blazing in her expression. Her chest heaved and her hair had come half undone, yet she had never looked more gloriously alive to Harry's eyes.

Their gazes locked and held as they reeled in the aftermath – a silent conversation passing between them hotter than any of the magical firestorms unleashed thus far. A heated promise of what was still to come.

Harry whipped his wand in a brutal series of upward slashes. Instantly, a behemoth of conjured stone tore itself free from the earthen arena floor in a shower of debris and rubble. With another flourish, the construct rapidly morphed into a towering, vaguely chimeric entity – a great winged lion of solid rock.

As the crowd roared its approval, Harry directed his animated colossus into a ground-shaking charge toward Amelia, the drumming of its massive paws setting up a thunderous tempo.

Amelia grinned fiercely, her face flushed and drunk with exhilaration. With masterful precision and control, she began tracing intricate, looping patterns with her wand, guiding the movements fluidly like an artist using a brush. Strands of glittering blue energy followed the path of her wand, rapidly entwining and coalescing into something massive taking shape before her.

The tidal blast of sapphire fury slammed squarely into the massive beast like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. A humongous eruption of blinding energy pulsed outwards, unleashing visible shockwaves that battered the arena's very foundations while bathing the chamber in an otherworldly cerulean glow.

As the destructive force slowly subsided, Amelia cast one last searing look across the arena at Harry.

Even from their distance apart, Harry could see the unadulterated hunger and rush in that look – a thrilling combination of excitement, feminine allure, and raw desire.

He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that their current contest would soon reach its climax, but it was only a prologue for what was yet to come. He could feel the raw desire wafting off her, the same desire that he could feel simmering beneath the surface within him.

She had surprised him massively with this performance. He had not expected her to use magic at such a high level in this duel and it gave him a newfound respect and admiration for the woman while also fueling the desire he had for her. He could see the same emotions being reflected deep within those warm brown orbs that pulsed with energy and desire.

Harry prepared himself for another round when it happened. Amelia's searing look vanished in an instant as her eyes rolled over in their sockets and she fell over in a heap, unconscious.

"Amelia Bones cannot continue, which means Harry Peverell is the winner and the representative of Wizarding Britain!"

Harry paid no attention to the announcement as he rushed across the dueling pit and kneeled beside an unconscious Amelia, gently cradling her head in his lap, his face set into one of concern. He waved his wand over her form, casting a basic diagnostic spell, and sighed.

He was quickly joined by the healer as well as Edgar and Flitwick and he allowed the former to take the woman with her.

"Magical exhaustion," Harry told Edgar whose lips pursed.

"I got no fucking clue why she was casting those spells! That's family magic, and taxing spells at that! We've been told to use them only when we believe we're ready."

"Maybe she thought she was ready," Harry intoned politely.

"Clearly not!" Edgar hissed, frowning shortly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's just… it's been a long day."

Harry nodded and waved the apology away. "I can understand. Your sister is truly a remarkable witch, Edgar. I didn't expect my spells to be countered like that."

"She is," Edgar sighed. "But she's also reckless sometimes. She shouldn't have used those spells. Anyways, congratulations on the win, Peverell. You truly deserve it. All the best on the circuit."

Harry smiled and shook the man's hand firmly who took his leave shortly.

"That was a brilliant show out there, Harry."

Harry smiled at Flitwick and as he turned around, he saw Richard Greengrass making his way over. The man shook his hand as he congratulated him on the victory, earning a polite smile from him.

"If you'd follow me please. There are several matters we should discuss now that you are officially the representative of Britain on the circuit."

"And this is where I should be taking my leave," Flitwick remarked. At Harry's inquisitive look, he chuckled. "I've heard it all numerous times already. I've no interest in listening to the rulebook and other technical jargon again."

Both Harry and Richard chuckled and watched Flitwick take his leave before making their way out of the chamber themselves.

-Break-

It was over two hours later when Harry walked out of the office of Richard Greengrass. The meeting had indeed been filled with technical jargon but he had to endure it all the same.

By the time their discussion regarding the circuit ended, both he and Richard were in no mood to continue the earlier meeting proposal the man had put forth. As a result, he now found himself being invited to Greengrass Manor at his convenience for a meeting.

Truth be told, Harry had no reservations about the family. He had not known much about them in his previous timeline apart from the fact that there was a girl from that family in his year at Hogwarts who he had never interacted with, and the three members he had met so far had been alright in his opinion.

He might take them up on their offer. He didn't think there was any harm in meeting them, even though he knew they might be trying to ally themselves with the newly minted Lord of House Peverell. It was standard practice, after all.

He had gone to see how Amelia was doing, only to leave in disappointment when he found out they had already left. The woman was doing okay but was still unconscious, and her brother had taken her home. It was understandable, but still disappointing that he couldn't see her before leaving. He resolved to send her a letter though. Hopefully, she would have recovered completely by then.

His business in the Ministry having concluded, Harry left the place shortly. He emerged out of the floo at The Three Broomsticks and was immediately assaulted by the lovely smell of freshly baked bread.

"Merlin, you've no idea how good that feels!" He breathed as he walked over behind the bar counter, and the woman's eyes immediately lit up.

"Harry!"

He chuckled and caught Liz in his arms, meeting her halfway. Their lips moved together sensually as they kissed in the empty bar and Rosie grinned as she arrived with her mittens in one hand and her wand in the other.

"If it isn't the resident Casanova," she teased mirthfully as she sauntered over and Harry easily wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him as he kissed her. Rosie was, as always, the more aggressive of the two and it was evident in the way her hand immediately dipped to the front of his trousers, cupping his manhood over the fabric.

"We've heard it already," Liz whispered as she nibbled on his ear, moaning as he pushed his hand through her jeans and cupped her bare arse. "Congratulations."

With a gasp, Rosie pulled away from the kiss and immediately went down on her knees, making quick work of his trousers. Grinning up at him, she fished his cock out and started stroking eagerly.

"A simple congratulations ain't enough, Lizzie. This calls for a proper celebration."

Without preamble, the busty blonde barmaid leaned forward and wrapped her plump lips around his cock, plunging her mouth downward and taking him inside her mouth.

"Fuck!" Harry groaned at the feeling of Rosie's hot wetness around his member as he absently caressed her soft hair. Turning towards Liz, he met her lips once again, pushing his fingers through her wet knickers and parting her folds. The brunette moaned into the kiss when he found her damp slit and plunged two of his fingers inside her needy quim.

Their moans and heavy breaths filled the closed bar as Rosie eagerly throated him, her hands playing with both his length and his balls, stroking and fondling. Meanwhile, Harry was continuously thrusting his fingers in and out of Liz who stood fully clothed, pressed up against him.

"Get over here," Harry growled as he pulled away from the kiss briefly and lifted Liz who let out a sexy, breathless laugh as she was lifted and easily deposited on top of the bar counter. Harry turned around, forcing Rosie to follow, and quickly pulled Liz's jeans and knickers down her knees. The brunette shook her legs, getting them off, and Harry parted her legs wide, baring her inflamed, wet pussy to his hungry gaze.

Without wasting a breath, Harry leaned down and planted his lips on her damp folds, earning a sigh from her. Her back arched and a delicious moan of pleasure forced its way out of her lips as she reached out, pressing his face firmly against her gushing quim.

On the floor, Rosie sat on her knees, bobbing her head eagerly as she sucked Harry off, stroking him furiously. Her eyes were trained upwards as she avidly watched Harry eating the other woman out and her lust intensified further.

Harry's hands reached upward and he grabbed Liz's tight red top. He had noticed how she had started dressing more sexily and it enticed him very much. The top came to just above her midriff and Harry easily bunched it up, pulling the fabric over her bra-clad tits. The brunette helped him take it off, reaching behind to unclasp her bra as well. With the final barrier out of the way, Harry helped himself to the feast that was a pair of delicious tits, groping and fondling away. He pinched and pulled her hard nipples as he ate her out, making her gasp and moan incoherently as she kept her eyes firmly shut, overwhelmed with the stimulation.

"Who's first then?" Harry asked after a few minutes as he pulled off her pussy and Liz immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. He chuckled, helping Rosie out from under the bar counter, and gazed at the flushed and naked form of Liz lying on top of the bar counter with her pussy inflamed, wet, and ripe to be taken. "Eager today, aren't we?"

"For your cock? Always," she replied boldly, tugging him closer once again. Harry chuckled.

"Allow me," Rosie smirked as she grasped his manhood and aligned him against her entrance, her other arm wrapped around his waist as she pressed herself against him. She was already naked and wasted no time in divesting him of his remaining clothes.

Liz let out a small gasp as she felt him breach past her entrance. Her heels dug into his skin as she tugged him towards her and with one firm push, Harry slammed firmly inside her, groaning as he filled her tight depths.

"Merlin, you're fully soaked," Harry whispered, making the brunette smile widely. Reaching out, he grabbed both her tits and began squeezing them as he started to properly fuck her. He pulled his hips back and slammed into her furiously, making her writhe and moan under him as she gazed deep into his eyes with wild lust. This woman would have been Katie's mother in another timeline, but he had no clue what her future had in store for her.

"I don't like how you're ignoring me, stud," Rosie whispered in his ear from behind as she pressed her buxom figure against his back. Harry pulled his hand off Liz's left breast and grabbed Rosie by the hair, roughly pulling her over to the front where he held her firmly to himself with her back against him. The blonde let out a squeal as she was manhandled but her breathless smile left no doubt in his mind as to how much she loved it.

"I better get you ready as well, hmm?" Harry nibbled on her ear as his hand drifted down, pushing past her vaginal lips as he sank two of his fingers deep inside her core, making her arch her back in pleasure.

His hips kept slamming roughly into Liz who watched with wanton lust as his fingers plunged in and out of Rosie's pussy. She could feel her orgasm approaching at a rapid pace and the sight of them was finally enough to send her careening over the edge.

With a loud wail of pleasure, Liz creamed around his cock and Harry grunted as he was enveloped by her incredible tightness. Her legs kept firmly wrapped around his waist as she tried to take as much of him inside her as she could, her breathing erratic and her body shivering as she lay prone on top of the bar counter, watching them making out furiously as he fingered her.

Harry kept slamming deep inside Liz's snatch, fucking her through her orgasm, and it was only when he felt her tightness recede somewhat that he pulled away from Rosie's rough kiss, turning around to gaze at the spent brunette.

"Wow, you fucked her real hard," Rosie remarked in a whisper filled with wonder, only to yelp when she was manhandled once again. Her eyes lit up in delight when he slid the bottles of drinks away with a mere wave of his hand, making room for her on the bar counter. Breathless, she gazed at him over her shoulder as he lifted her right leg and hooked his arm under her thigh, holding her firmly in place.

"She congratulated me real nicely, and now it's your turn," Harry grunted as he rubbed his cock, slick with Liz's orgasmic juices, against Rosie's wet opening, and with a furious thrust, he slammed through her hot, damp walls and buried himself to the hilt inside her.

TBC.

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