Pussy

Harry shoved his cock in deep with a wet slap, making Fleur cry out. Her back arched against Luna's thighs, pressing Luna higher against Hermione's weight. The veela's moans vibrated through the stacked girls, a chain reaction of trembling flesh.

Luna giggled softly above her, fingers tracing Fleur's spine. "You feel like purring," Luna murmured dreamily, her own hips shifting restlessly against Fleur's shoulders.

Fleur only gasped, nails digging into the dirt as Harry hammered into her, each thrust lifting Luna and Hermione slightly off the ground.

Hermione clung tighter to Luna's shoulders, feeling the vibrations travel upward. Her cheeks burned hotter than ever—not just from embarrassment, but from the slick heat pooling between her own thighs. She watched Harry's muscles flex with each powerful drive, his gaze locked on Fleur's shuddering form.

Then Harry began licking Hermiones pussy while shoving a finger into Lunas pussy and continuing to fuck Fleur. Hermione gasped as Harry's tongue slid through her folds—hot, insistent, and maddeningly precise. Luna's breath hitched above her, a soft whimper escaping as Harry's finger curled inside her. Fleur's choked moans punctuated each thrust beneath them, the stacked bodies swaying like a lewd human tower.

Hermione gripped Luna's shoulders tighter, knuckles white. "H-Harry—" she stammered, hips bucking against his mouth. Her thoughts scattered—logic drowned by the wet drag of his tongue circling her clit. Luna's thighs trembled against Fleur's back, her voice airy and unfocused. "The nargles... they're dancing... oh, *yes*..."

Beneath them, Fleur sobbed into the rug, her spine arching violently with every deep thrust. Harry's cock pistoned into her, the slap of skin echoing off the stone walls. Fleur's moans rose to a fever pitch, her Veela magic flaring hot—a shimmering heat haze that made the air taste like honeyed ash.

Harry’s tongue flicked faster against Hermione’s clit, relentless. She cried out, back bowing, fingers tangled in Luna’s silver-blonde hair. Below, Fleur’s choked gasps grew ragged, her hips jerking against Harry’s thrusts. Luna whimpered, her thighs clamping around Fleur’s waist as Harry’s finger crooked deeper inside her. "Feels... like tiny stars," Luna breathed, her voice dreamy and strained. The tower of bodies trembled—Hermione’s sweat dripping onto Luna’s shoulders, Fleur’s moans vibrating through them all as he came inside her, hot and thick. Fleur shuddered, collapsing forward with a gasp.

Harry pulled back admiring his stack. The three gorgeous women at his use. He conjured a step and got behind Luna. He'd work his way up the stack.

His hands slid up Fleur's sides, fingers tracing the sweat-slicked curve of her waist before gripping Luna's hips. The blonde gasped as Harry positioned himself—his cockhead nudging her entrance, still wet from Fleur's release.

A) Pussy

B) Ass

C) Unexpected visitor(s)