Mating Press.

Without a word, Hermione rolled over onto her back, her legs spreading eagerly as Harry's cock, still glistening from their shared release, hovered above her. He took a moment to appreciate the view, the way her pussy glistened in the moonlight, begging for his attention. Then, with a wink at Fleur, he lowered himself onto her, his cock sliding into Hermione's welcoming warmth with ease.

Her gasp was music to his ears, and he began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that had her eyes rolling back into her head. Fleur, not one to be left out, positioned herself beside them, her hand sliding over Harry's chiseled abs to tease Hermione's nipples. The redhead moaned, arching her back, as the blonde's touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

The room was alive with the sounds of passion, the scent of arousal thick in the air. Harry's eyes never left Hermione's as he pushed into her, feeling her tightness envelop him, her walls contract around his length. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. He complied, his thrusts growing more urgent as her nails dug into his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Fleur watched them with a hungry gaze, her hand moving from Harry's abs to her own pussy, her fingers toying with her clit as she watched the two of them move together. The sight of Harry's cock disappearing into Hermione's depths, only to emerge slick and glistening before plunging back in, was intoxicating. She couldn't help but rub her clit in time with Harry's strokes, her own body eager to rejoin the fray.

Hermione's eyes fluttered closed as Harry picked up the pace, his cock pistoning in and out of her with a ferocity that she hadn't felt from him before. It was as if he was claiming her in front of the world, marking her as his own, and she reveled in the feeling of being possessed by him. She could feel her orgasm building again, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to have no end.

Fleur watched them, her own desire mounting. She reached out and took Harry's hand, guiding it to her own wetness. He groaned as he felt how slick she was, and without missing a beat, he began to rub her clit in the same rhythm he was fucking Hermione. The brunettes eyes flew open, meeting Harry's in the mirror, and she watched as his hand worked its magic on the blonde beside them.

Her own body was a maelstrom of sensation, the feeling of Harry's cock inside her, the sight of their joined reflection, and the added pleasure of Fleur's skilled touch. The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter until she couldn't hold back anymore. With a cry, Hermione's orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed through her.

Fleur watched in rapt attention, her own hand moving faster as Harry's thumb circled her clit in perfect harmony with his thrusts. The sight of Hermione's face contorted in ecstasy pushed her over the edge, and she came, her body shuddering as she cried out, her hand tightening around Harry's.

The two witches lay panting, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. Harry, still inside Hermione, felt his cock swell once more, the sensation of her tight pussy milking him driving him to the brink of his own release. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fiery kiss, their tongues dancing together as he drove into her with renewed vigor.

Hermione's eyes flew open, meeting Harry's in the mirror, and she could see the hunger in his gaze. He was insatiable, and she loved it. She wrapped her legs around him even tighter, urging him deeper, her heels digging into his back. The feel of him inside her was exquisite, filling her up in a way she never knew she needed.

Fleur's hand fell away from Harry's cock as she watched them, her own climax still pulsing through her body. Instead, she leaned in and captured one of Hermione's nipples in her mouth, sucking hard as Harry continued to fuck her. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through her body and making her whimper.

Hermione's eyes went wide, the sudden addition of Fleur's mouth on her breast pushing her closer to the edge. Harry's strokes grew more demanding, his teeth grazing her neck as he kissed and bit his way down to her chest. He took the other nipple between his teeth, tugging gently as he felt her pussy tighten around him.

The sensations were overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that threatened to drown her. She could feel her orgasm building again, the pressure rising like a tidal wave about to crash. Harry's hand found its way back to her clit, his thumb pressing down firmly as he picked up the pace, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.

Fleur's eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched the two of them, her own hand now resting on Harry's ass, her nails digging in as she urged him to go harder. He complied, his hips smacking against hers with a **** that made the headboard hit the wall. The sound was a steady beat, a rhythm that echoed through the room, a testament to their passion.

Hermione's moans grew louder, her voice a sweet symphony of pleasure that only seemed to spur Harry on. He could feel her pussy clench around him, her body begging for release, and he knew he was close too. He reached down, his hand tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back, exposing her neck to his teeth. He bit down gently, eliciting a gasp that was part pain, part pleasure, and all Hermione.

Her body arched off the bed, her back bowing as the intensity grew. Harry could feel his balls tightening, the warmth building in his belly as he approached his peak. He increased his pace, his strokes becoming shorter, more frantic as he chased his climax. Fleur's mouth moved from Hermione's nipple to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and nips as she whispered sweet nothings in her ear, her breath hot against her skin.

Hermione's nails dug into Harry's back, leaving red marks as she held on for dear life. The dual sensation of Harry's cock and Fleur's mouth on her was too much, and she screamed out her release, her pussy spasming around him as the orgasm claimed her. Harry couldn't hold back any longer; with a roar, he emptied himself into her, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he rode out his own climax.

The three of them lay there, panting and spent, their bodies sticky with sweat and come. Harry pulled out, his cock still half-hard and glistening in the moonlight. He collapsed beside Hermione, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her close. Fleur rolled over, her eyes glazed over with pleasure, and curled up on Harry's other side, her hand resting on his chest.

A) Explore the castle

B) Get Room service

C) Harry calls for potions. (What kind?)

D) Add.