Harry Potter: Backstep

Harry got the first clue that something was wrong when his wand suddenly stopped working.

He had lost his trusted Holly and Phoenix feather wand during the war and Ollivander had graciously crafted him a new one after the threat of Voldemort had subsided. It was also one of the last wands the aged wandmaker had crafted – Ash, with unicorn hair as its core.

Harry recalled what Ollivander had told him about his new wand.

"Ash – one of the most loyal there is. Wands made from this wood tend to stay loyal to their owner, and would rather die out than serve another. Whenever a wizard takes possession of another wand, an Ash wand finds it… disheartening," Ollivander intoned softly, his eyes affixed on something far away.

The old wandmaker was one of the very few who knew Harry had the allegiance of the Elder Wand that was still in the possession of Voldemort, and the little tidbit about his new wand irked him.

"Garrick," he began, addressing the wandmaker by his first name as he had been asked to do. "Will my hold over the Elder Wand affect my bond with this one?"

Ollivander looked at him searchingly for a long moment before he answered, "Not imminently, no," he shook his head. "However, should you come into possession of your true wand, it is very much expected for this wand to either lose its power or outright stop working. A rather sorrowful demise, you can say. Akin to betrayal."

Harry frowned as he stared at his new wand. The dark brown piece of wood glinted in the light.

"The Elder Wand is a fickle, yet powerful artifact, Harry. It does not like to share, even though it does not show the same loyalty it craves. Should you ever claim the Elder Wand as your own, keep this little information in mind."

Harry did not want to believe it, but somehow, his wand had stopped working. He had no recollection of claiming the Elder Wand from Dumbledore, so he was slightly confused as to why this had happened.

He tried to cast a Lumos with his Ash wand, sighing when nothing happened.

"I bet I can cast any spell wandlessly with better results than this one," he muttered to himself, holding his palm up and willing himself to cast Lumos.

He suddenly winced and closed his eyes as a massive ball of white light emanated from his palm, and his room lit up.

"Fucking hell!" He muttered, willing the light to go out. "How's it so bright? It's never been like this even when I was using a wand."

Blinking the spots away from his eyes, Harry sighed and rested his forehead on his palm. His fingers massaged his temple as he stared at the wand that was for all intents and purposes dead now.

The moment he opened his eyes, however, his eyes fell on the tattoo on the inside of his wrist and he frowned. He'd never gotten a tattoo before.

Harry straightened up and stared at the tattoo, and his eyes bugged out.

The symbol of the Deathly Hallows was carved on his pale skin.

He recalled the events of the evening prior and he almost gasped.

"Could it be…" he whispered and immediately asked the room to conjure a large mirror for him. The room obliged and Harry stared at his reflection for a few seconds. Tentatively, he willed himself to turn invisible.

His eyes widened when his reflection vanished. Shakingly, he willed himself to become visible again.

"Did the Hallows somehow combine with me when I touched that stone?" He whispered. "I do know that I combined the Hallows when I touched the stone… but… how did this happen?"

Harry was conflicted. On one hand, if the Hallows did truly combine with him, that meant he had a powerful weapon at his disposal. He could feel it within him – his magic felt more potent, more profound. He had not internalized it before this moment, but now that he took the time to properly feel it, he could sense the power coursing through his veins.

'Is this how you felt when you won the Elder Wand, Dumbledore?'

However, although he felt so much power at his disposal, there was this slight dilemma in his mind that told him no one should possess such power. He had been fine with the destruction of the Hallows, as that was what he had thought had happened in the chamber the previous night. However, the truth seemed to be something different altogether. They had combined with him and his magic instead, and seeing how he could see no wand, stone, or cloak lying around with him, he could guess that they were no longer the physical manifestations of their powers. Instead, they remained spiritually connected to him, for the lack of a better term.

He knew this power was nothing but a boon and he would be using it to get rid of anything that came in his way, but there were too many unknowns at play here.

What would happen if he was hit by a Disarming charm? Will the Elder Wand manifest itself once again and switch its allegiance? Or had it transcended the physical realm and would remain with him forever? Will the Hallows exist after he dies, or will they vanish with him? However, that thought gave way to an even bigger question he had.

Will he die now, or will the Hallows keep him alive? He could not imagine them just dying out like that if they were now connected to him and his magic, and it was entirely plausible that they would ensure he never died. He had no idea what the truth was, however, he was certain of one thing. He was in no rush to venture on any foolish endeavor to find out.

Harry shook his head vehemently and clenched his fists. As far as he was aware, this was uncharted territory. To his knowledge, no one had ever combined the Hallows, so there was nothing for him to go on with.

He had no idea how he could get more knowledge about the Hallows. It wasn't as if they were the subject of any serious interest to the wizarding populace at large. There were only a handful of people who probably even believed they existed, since most only considered them artifacts from a children's tale.

Dumbledore was probably the only wizard with any significant knowledge of the Hallows. Even Voldemort, for all his brilliance, had come to believe in their existence much later.

'Perhaps the Hogwarts library has some information?' he thought to himself. He willed the room to procure all the books that contained any information about the Hallows, frowning when only one book popped up in front of him.

Harry held the copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard and leafed through it with a sigh. He had read all the stories therein dozens of times over the years now, and there was nothing in there that could help him out.

He realized, much to his chagrin, that not only was he going to go in blind from now on, but that he was yet again someone who had gone through a magical phenomenon that had probably never happened before.

'What's this with me and the abnormal? This time travel was not enough that now I have to live with this bloody uncertainty?'

Harry sighed and returned the book to where it came from.

-Break-

Harry's mind was still in slight turmoil when he went out of the castle that day. Narcissa was occupied with her accelerated healer training under Madam Pomfrey, which left him with little to do throughout the day. He thought about joining in once again for a little bit but decided against it.

He had not encountered Dumbledore yet, and the old wizard had been missing from both breakfast and lunch. It was evening and still, there had been no sign of him all day long. Harry had wondered for a moment if he should visit the old man before he decided against it. As far as Dumbledore knew, he had nothing to do with the Hallows and he would prefer to keep it that way. It was a boon that the memories he had shared with Dumbledore never contained anything about the three artifacts.

Having nothing else to do, Harry walked through the village of Hogsmeade. The sun was setting, and he looked up at the orange sky in the distance. He gave his wand a quick flick and saw it was already six in the evening.

Initially, he had thought about using wandless magic, but he knew it would come with unwanted attention and scrutiny which he could very much do without. Using his now unresponsive wand just for the show while he channeled his magic through the manifestation of the Elder Wand inside him was the way to go.

'If only this little tattoo didn't glow like that every time I used magic,' he thought.

He believed there was another benefit to using his Ash wand for show. It was a little theory he had thought up while on his walk. It was possible that if he was using the Ash wand in a duel or a fight and was somehow disarmed, only the Ash wand would be affected since anyone who used the Disarming charm targeted the wand their opponent was using. It would be a nice misdirection, and even if he was disarmed, it wouldn't be a loss.

Portraying the façade of a normal wizard was the obvious thing, and that meant using his Ash wand in public.

The lamps from The Three Broomsticks were glowing brightly as he neared, and Harry pushed the thoughts of Hallows and misdirection out of his mind. It had been a few days since he had seen Rose and he found himself craving the feel of her luscious and voluptuous figure.

He gave the blonde a wink when he entered the pub. The busty barmaid was busy at the counter, dealing with several patrons who were not so discreetly checking out her exposed cleavage or her bouncing breasts whenever she moved around. She was a teasing minx, he was sure about that.

Rosemerta looked over at her lover and gave him a sexy smirk, knowing how much the blokes liked it. The pub was sparsely full, but since she was working by herself, it required her constant attention. As much as she wanted to, she could not just go over and give all her attention to the one who deserved it out of all the men present in the pub.

Harry walked over and perched himself on a barstool, patiently waiting for the blonde to be done with the other patrons.

"Couldn't make it then, hmm?" She asked once she came over. "A shame, really. I was very much looking forward to your company these past nights."

Harry gave her an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, something came up," he replied. The woman waved her hand dismissively.

"No worries, sugar. You're not my husband or anything. You don't need to explain. Scratching this little itch we've got is fun enough," she said with a grin. Harry smirked.

"What can I get you then?" She asked, flicking her wand and levitating a tray of drinks over to a table where a few old wizards were talking quietly.

"I won't say no to another Rosie special, if you catch my drift," Harry replied with a meaningful look. Rosemerta looked at him and smirked as she walked away, putting an extra sway to her ass as she did so. Harry did not miss the nasty looks from his fellow patrons and all he did was give them a raised eyebrow. A few muttered words and they turned away, chattering amongst themselves while not so subtly checking the woman out.

Harry scoffed and started drumming his nails on the counter, his mind yet again filled with the topic of the Hallows. He did not want to think about them, and yet, the memory of the cloak vanishing after the stone came to his mind unbidden. It did not help that he had that blasted tattoo right where he could see it whenever he moved his right arm.

"If only you were someplace else, like my chest or wherever," he muttered, staring at the tattoo. To his astonishment, the tattoo vanished and Harry felt a tingling feeling on his chest, right over his heart. His eyes widened as he stared at the unblemished skin of his inner wrist.

'Is it seriously there now?' he wondered, caressing his chest over his clothes.

He willed the tattoo to appear on his palm now and saw the symbol of the Hallows etched over his right palm.

'That's convenient,' he thought, willing the tattoo to take up its residence on his chest. It could remain there.

"I thought I recognized you," a deep voice muttered from behind him and Harry looked over. He frowned at the old man standing there wearing garish brown robes and a hat. He looked old, although not as old as Dumbledore did. From the lack of hair above his ears, Harry deduced the man must be bald.

"You are Albus' new apprentice. Harry Potter. Aren't you?" The man asked curiously. Harry nodded.

"I didn't expect to be recognized so easily, to be honest," Harry frowned.

The man chuckled and took his seat on the barstool beside him.

"There is little about Albus that escapes the notice of the press, Mr. Potter," the man replied. "And even less escapes the old crowd when someone unknown suddenly comes who carries the name of a family that has the blood of the Peverells coursing through their veins."

Harry's eyes widened slightly at the mention of the Peverells and he looked at the man cautiously.

"Based on that reaction, I would assume you have at least an idea what I am talking about," the man chuckled.

"I don't think we've met before, sir."

"Oh? How rude of me. I am Benjy Fenwick. Fought in the Great War back in the day. Got nothing much to do now, besides bothering young'uns like you," the man chortled.

Harry's eyes widened a bit in remembrance. Fenwick was one of the wizards who had fought in the war against Voldemort, and now Harry realized why he could not recognize the man. He had seen him in the Order photograph, and the man had been disfigured beyond recognition in the war. Even Moody could not hold a cake to this man. Yet, he had survived, albeit not for long. The man eventually succumbed to his injuries and died sometime in the early eighties.

"I didn't think many people knew about the connection between the Potters and the Peverells," Harry remarked.

"And you are right about that," Fenwick nodded. "But the old crowd does know, or at least some of us do."

"I see," Harry nodded. "And by the old crowd, you mean those who fought against Grindelwald, I presume?"

"Right you are," Fenwick nodded as Rosemerta came over with his drink. She looked curiously at him sitting with the old man. Harry merely shrugged.

"My usual, dear," Fenwick said to the woman, who nodded and walked away.

"Now, I'm sure you must be wondering why I approached you," Fenwick continued. Harry had to admit that he was slightly curious. He had a feeling that it was not simply because the man knew he was Dumbledore's apprentice.

"The thought did cross my mind, yes," Harry replied, taking a sip of his drink.

Fenwick looked imploringly at him before he leaned closer and whispered, "I visited Albus up in the castle today, and he told me about what's coming and who you truly are. Time travel so far into the past? You must admit it was quite unbelievable a tale, but you can't fake memories and still have them look so true."

Harry frowned at that. While he had no issues with Dumbledore telling those he trusted about the upcoming threat, the fact that he had revealed he was a time traveler without even consulting with him did disturb him, more than he cared to admit. The old man had even shown this man his memories – something else that did not sit right with him. It was not his secret to share.

"Now, I want you to know I was pretty cross with him when he revealed your true origins so carelessly," Fenwick continued, presumably guessing his train of thought. "I chided him adequately, and he should be apologizing to you when you get back to the castle. However, that is not the reason why I wanted to talk to you."

Rosemerta arrived with Fenwick's drink – a large glass of brown liquid that bubbled every few seconds, popping with a faint sound. Harry's eyes widened a bit when the man grabbed the glass and chugged it down as if it were nothing.

Fenwick sighed in satisfaction as he slammed the glass on the counter. The woman rolled her eyes and flicked her wand to vanish the glass. The old man waved for her to go away, and she pursed her lips. With a parting look, she walked away.

"I might look old but I do love my liquor, lad," Fenwick chuckled after seeing the look on his face. "Now, as to why I wanted to talk to you… I want you to know that you can come to me should you need anything in this upcoming conflict. I live in Diagon, you know the robe shop that Malkin runs? Yeah, right above it. Pay me a visit. I might not be as good as ol' Dumbledore but I believe I can help you out with a thing or two – things I'm sure Albus won't be too happy about."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, both skeptical and intrigued about this strange encounter.

Fenwick sighed, "I know what kind of man Albus is, lad. He likes to always be in control. Did the same in the war against Grindelwald. Poor Scamander almost lost his life a few times because of that," the man muttered. "I might respect the man but I don't always agree with him. It was a bit foolish of you to just disclose as much as you did to him."

"He showed it all to you?" Harry asked, frowning. Fenwick chuckled.

"Albus never gives out all the information, lad," he replied. "The fact that he showed me that much is enough for me to know just how much you must've shared with him. The whole of it must be a bit too much for me as well."

'Well, he's not wrong about that, but it's not like I had much of a choice,' Harry thought, grimacing slightly. However, it wasn't as if he had told Dumbledore everything. He had revealed only as much as was necessary and no more. After all, Dumbledore had no idea about the prophecy or his knowledge of the Hallows. He also didn't know everything about the Horcruxes, and he had no intention of blindly trusting the man either.

"What are you saying exactly, Mr. Fenwick?" Harry asked with a measured tone, taking a sip of his drink every few seconds.

"I'm telling you, lad," the old man replied seriously, "that Dumbledore has taken you under his wings. That is all well and good. But don't let yourself become his blind sycophant like many others have over the years. Look no further than his previous apprentice. McGonagall might act like the tough Scotswoman but you'll never see her going against the old chap's wishes, even when she has her doubts. That's just what Albus does. He somehow warps your mind in such a way that you don't find it comfortable to defy him."

That one hit a bit too close to home for Harry. He had indeed been like that once.

"Why are you telling me all this?"

Fenwick stared at Harry contemplatively for a few moments.

"I am Albus' ally and his friend, Potter. But I am not his blind follower. I have the guts to speak out my mind, and I don't care who it might be. Considering who you are and what might happen in the future, I believe you ought to know what you are getting into. Albus is without a doubt a good man who has the people's best interests at heart, but he is by no means without his flaws. Just keep it in mind when you are dealing with him. Learn from him, and listen to his words, but when it is time to make a decision, do it with your brain."

Harry nodded. He could see the wisdom in that.

"Good," Fenwick said, stepping off the barstool and clapping his shoulder. "I could see in those memories that you were close to Albus. Don't let those emotions dictate your actions. And remember. Diagon, above the robe shop. Come over for a talk or whatever. Door's open."

With a parting nod, Fenwick left as quickly as he had arrived, and Harry stared at the spot where he had just been for a few seconds. Turning around, he busied himself with his drink, occasionally rolling the glass around and taking a sip.

The talk was illuminating, and it had given him a little more insight. If Fenwick was to be believed, the people who had fought against Grindelwald had some interest in the Peverells, perhaps because they had discovered Dumbledore and Grindelwald's pursuit of the Hallows? He did not know for sure.

They also knew about the Potters' connection to the family, consequently making them interested in the Potters as well. That made him wonder whether they knew about the cloak that the Potters used to have in their possession until a few days ago. Hopefully not.

It also made him reevaluate his previous belief of Dumbledore being ignorant of his father's cloak until he had been entrusted with it. If what he had inferred from his chat with Fenwick was accurate, the old wizard could have very well been aware of its true origins all the while.

Furthermore, it allowed him to look for information he did not think he would be getting from anywhere else. There was a possibility that he could learn more about the Hallows. He had little to no idea who all could be a part of this 'old crowd' that Fenwick had talked about, which meant he needed to know about them.

Fenwick would be a good start for that. He might just take the man up on his little offer.

He would need to be cautious when interacting with anyone though. As of now, no one, even Dumbledore, had any idea about his connection to the Hallows, and he would prefer to keep it that way. There was no need to make the old wizard more curious of him than he already must be.

Harry was not so arrogant as to believe he had entirely outsmarted Albus Dumbledore. He had deduced quite early on that the only reason the old man had decided to make him an apprentice was to keep him close. He was an anomaly – an unknown factor in all the game that was about to start, and the best move for the old wizard was to keep him close.

He must have inferred from the memories that they shared a close bond, and he had not wasted a moment in pouncing upon it. After all, the old man must have believed that he would be ecstatic at being offered the honor of being the apprentice of someone he revered so much.

And he did revere the old wizard. The memories did not lie. But the memories did not tell the entire truth either. For example, they did not convey his true feelings – feelings that had evolved as a result of the passage of time and the maturity that he had developed after he got to know everything from Snape's memories and the aftermath of the war.

Harry used to revere Dumbledore and believed he was the greatest wizard in the world. But he had not believed in it since the war. Things had changed. Dumbledore did not know it, but they had. Harry was happy to let Dumbledore operate under the misconception that he put all his faith in the old wizard. The truth could not be any more different.

"Knut for your thoughts?" An amused female voice brought him out of his stupor and Harry looked over. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the familiar visage of his first lover in this timeline smirking at him.

Gwenog sauntered over to him and climbed on the barstool Fenwick had vacated mere moments ago. She looked over at the pretty barmaid who came over quickly, her eyes glinting mischievously.

"Well, if it isn't the newest chaser for the Harpies," Rose grinned as she reached them.

"How do you know that already?" Gwenog asked, a bit surprised.

"Gossip runs wild, Jones. Got a few customers from the club who were talking about the new recruit. Must say, they were mighty impressed with you."

Gwenog nodded and looked over to Harry who smiled at her.

"Congrats. Didn't I tell you?"

"You certainly did," she grinned before she leaned forward and whispered, "and I recall there was a bet at play too. You sir, I believe, are due for a reward."

"Really?" He drawled with a chuckle. "Didn't a certain someone say what's the need for a bet when you've got me all willing here? I surely recall that."

"Doesn't mean the bet's off," she countered, smirking.

"Hey, you won't find me complaining," he smirked in return.

Rosemerta watched their interaction with a smirk of her own as she placed a glass of martini on the counter.

"On the house," she said when Gwenog looked over. The blonde grinned and picked her glass up.

"Nothing tastes better than a free drink," she said and took a generous sip, sighing in pleasure as the alcohol slid down her throat.

"Oh really?" Rosemerta drawled, making the pair look at her. She looked at the other blonde with a meaningful gaze and motioned toward Harry. "You sure nothing tastes better?"

Gwenog looked at Harry and giggled.

"Alright, I'll give you that."

"Could you two not talk about me as if I were a piece of meat?" Harry deadpanned.

"A very delicious piece of meat at that," Rosemerta supplied with a smirk. Gwenog looked at the woman who winked.

"Oh wow," she said, looking at Harry. "Look at you, Casanova. You sure work fast, don't you?"

"This bastard here doesn't even have to try," the busty barmaid said conspiratorially. "I was ready to take him to my bed the first night he showed up here, but you swooped in out of nowhere. No matter though, the next night was mine."

"Good for you," Gwenog replied with a chuckle. "So, how was it?"

Harry rolled his eyes as he saw Rose sigh dramatically, a lovestruck expression on her face.

"Merlin, you have no idea," she replied.

"Actually I do," Gwenog quipped. That prompted the two women to stare at each other before they dissolved into peals of laughter.

"I recalled I had to do something," Harry deadpanned. "So I'll bounce now. I'll see you then."

Harry stepped off the barstool and placed a couple of galleons on the counter. However, before he could go, he felt a hand on his wrist. Looking over, he saw Gwen glancing at him with an intense stare.

"My flat, in an hour," she said sultrily and Harry leaned back, looking at her with an amused stare.

"Surprise me," he said, smirking. Gwenog winked as Harry turned away, and the two blondes watched him walking out of the pub.

"Oh I fully intend to," she whispered as she slowly sipped her martini, looking at the lovely barmaid who winked.

-Break-

Harry was indeed surprised when he apparated right into Gwen's bedroom.

Rose sauntered up to him, without a stitch of clothing on her delectable frame, and without any prompting on the part of anyone, she dropped to her knees and started working on his belt. Harry looked over at the other blonde who smirked as she sashayed seductively toward him, her slightly athletic and toned build a perfect contrast to Rose's curvy and soft figure.

"Well, when I asked you to surprise me, this was something I seriously didn't imagine," he chuckled as he wrapped an arm around Gwen's waist, pulling her close.

"Two's always better than one," Gwen replied with a smirk as she leaned up, puckering her lips.

"That's something I can agree with," Harry grinned and pressed his lips against hers. Gwen moaned into his mouth as he kissed her hard, and Harry reached up to fondle one of her breasts. He squeezed her supple flesh with one hand while the other cupped her round rear and caressed it.

Meanwhile, Rose took his hardened member in her mouth and began bobbing her head back and forth. She sucked him hard, letting out the lewd sound of her spit flying around as his prick slammed inside her mouth. Harry had to marvel at her cocksucking skills. He knew he was larger than average, and whenever Rose sucked him, she made sure to take him deep inside her throat. Yet, she barely gagged.

He hissed at the tight feeling of her throat around his length when Gwen took the hand that was fondling her ass and guided his fingers inside her quim.

"Get me ready, lover," she whispered against his lips and turned around in his embrace, pressing her back against his front. Harry got the perfect angle to stimulate her, and Gwen threw her head back in pleasure as he roughly pawed at her tits while simultaneously thrusting two fingers inside her sodden depths.

"Fuck," she gasped as his thumb came into play, flicking the hood over her pussy and pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Meanwhile, Rose watched them with hooded eyes, her plump lips wrapped around his cock as she plunged her mouth deeper and deeper into it.

"Go ahead and get yourself ready for me, Rose. I'll be with you in a moment," Harry instructed, and much to her disappointment, he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

Gwen had barely a second to brace herself as Harry lifted her in his arms and roughly threw her on the bed. She bounced on the mattress, breathing heavily as she gave him a nasty grin. Harry smirked and roughly grabbed her, turning her over and putting a pillow under her belly, hiking her plump rear and angling her pussy.

"Come over and watch, Rose," Harry instructed and guided his raging hard-on toward Gwen's gushing pussy. He could see her wetness surrounding her pussy which quickly clung to the head of his cock as he made contact.

Rose quickly rushed over and planted herself on the bed, spreading her legs wide apart and showing her inflamed pussy to him.

"You're been playing with yourself all this while, huh, my dear Rose?" Harry asked with a chuckle as he slowly slid inside Gwen, who buried her face in the mattress to muffle her moans and cries.

"Oh fuck yes," Rose moaned. Harry smirked and started to furiously slam inside Gwen who clutched the bedsheet tightly. His fingers sank into her jiggling butt-flesh as he kept thrusting inside her, keeping her pressed firmly against the bed as he did so.

Meanwhile, Rose watched the debauchery taking place in front of her. She had had her fair share of naughty escapades but none compared to the intensity that being with Harry brought her. Even when she was watching him fuck another woman, she could not help but be enraptured by the sight. She looked over at watched Jones biting the mattress as Harry continued to mercilessly pound her from behind, and her fingers worked her up intensely. The other blonde was close to her release, and she wanted to be close as well. There was no way Harry was going to cum before both she and Jones had had their orgasms.

Harry watched Gwen's puckered hole crinkling with his thrusts and he probed it with his thumb. Suddenly, the blonde's head arched up as she gasped in pleasure.

"Ah fuck yes! Oh fuck my ass too, Harry! Oh I'm so close!"

Harry chuckled as he slammed away inside her, feeling her inner muscles tightening around his length.

"Soon enough, love," he teased, wandlessly cleaning her rear entrance before he pushed his thumb inside. "For now, this is the best you're going to get. Be patient."

Gwen howled as her walls tightened, an explosion rocking her body as one of the most intense orgasms of her life crashed through her in waves upon waves of raging inferno. Her face planted roughly on the bed, and she breathed heavily as Harry slowly extracted himself from her thoroughly abused quim. She felt her vaginal juices pool out of her pussy and onto the bed as Harry gave her ass a firm slap, making the cheeks jiggle enticingly.

Her mind was a hot mess, as it always was whenever Harry fucked her, and as she turned her head to the side, she saw, Harry push Rosemerta on her back and spread her legs wide apart.

She watched on as he lined himself up against her entrance and pushed, burying his entire massive length inside the woman's gushing pussy in one thrust. She chuckled hoarsely when Rosemerta cried out in pleasure, her pulsing red quim widening to accommodate his girth. Hearing her, the woman turned around and they were close enough to touch each other.

Gwen had no idea what came over her, but she scooted closer and furiously kissed her.

Harry grinned at the erotic sight of two bombshells making out heatedly, groping each other while he fucked one of them after having fucked the other. He kept Rose's legs spread wide apart and slammed repeatedly inside her. One of her hands was furiously rubbing her clit while the other was fondling Gwen's delectable rear. Meanwhile, Gwen had her hands full of Rose's massive jugs, squeezing them while pinching and tweaking her hard nipples, driving the busty woman closer and closer to her orgasm.

"Fuck I'm cumming!" Rose cried out suddenly, and Harry was treated to the feeling of an achingly tight pussy gripping his pulsating cock in a vice. He grunted as the woman clenched around him and he forced himself to move, fucking her through her orgasm.

Finally, he pulled out of her, watching how Rose's orgasmic juices had mixed with Gwen's over his cock and were flowing out of her pussy, very much like how Gwen's juices had seeped out of her cunt mere minutes ago.

Rose panted harshly on her back, her eyes unseeing for a while as Gwen caressed her swollen clit that was slowly receding.

"Merlin, you're the best shags I've ever had," she whispered after a few moments. Gwen chuckled in agreement.

Harry smirked when he noticed their eyes fall on his hard prick, and as if jolted, both women sat upright on the bed. They gravitated toward his cock like women possessed and each grabbed hold of the shaft, pumping in tandem.

"How selfish of us to leave you be," Gwen said with a seductive smirk.

"Very selfish," Rose nodded with one of her own.

Harry groaned as they intensified their thrusts, jacking him off. He had already been close, and it did not take him much time to erupt all over them. The first shot landed right on Gwen's face and the women quickly adjusted the angles so that he could shoot his load all over them equally. Harry was left breathing heavily by the time he was done, and he was treated to the alluring sight of two blonde beauties with cum covering their faces and chests.

"Looks like I made quite a mess on you two," Harry smirked.

Gwen and Rose looked at each other before they smirked in return. Right in front of his eyes, they leaned over and started eating his cum off each other. They started at each other's faces, licking the sticky white cum off before they feasted on each other's chests, taking the nipples in their mouth and sucking eagerly. It was without a doubt the most erotic sight Harry had ever laid eyes on, and he knew it would take quite something to top it.

"Well, that's one way to clean the mess," he chuckled and joined them in the bed. The blondes draped themselves on either side of him as Harry wrapped his arms around them, pulling them flush against him by their asses.

"Looks like losing the bet was worth it," Harry teased. Gwen looked up and smirked.

"What bet?" She asked coyly, leaning up to kiss him. "Didn't I say you've got me all willing?"

Rose laughed as she kissed Gwen again.

"She got you there."

Harry could only shake his head in amusement as he leaned back in satisfaction.

TBC.

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