Taste test

Hermoine laughed as the french woman babbled in the midst of sexual delirium.

"Whats so funny?" Harry asked. "What did she say?"

"Not funny per se but..." Hermoine took a seat and brought out the Rulebook and a pencil, setting it in her lap. She waved a hand at the other Veela then to Ronnie, "we've heard it all before. Althought there is a marked difference in diction and vocabulary."

"Ah." Harry merely closed his eyes and listened, "Dont understand a word she's saying but it all sounds lovely to my ear."

"Yes. At the moment, cleaning up her language, shes wishing for the chance to imbibe your essence." Hermoine looked at Tonk still kneeling before Harry. "Tonks, darling, are you still savoring?"

The pink haired metamorph nodded her head.

Snapping her fingers Hermoine pointed to the nearly naked Veela, "Allow Fleur a taste, Tonks."

With a pout on her face the metamorph got to her feet and approached Fleur. Hermoine opened the Rulebook and added a line.

OLD RULE: Harry Potters sperm quantity is five times that of a normal man. His sperm is magically potent and can be considered an aphrodisiac. Harry's sperm both smells and tastes like Harry's Partner's favorite things.

"Open wide, Fleur, our **** will allow you to sample the majestic sperm Harry produces." Hermoine commanded.

Fleur let her mouth hang open as Tonks leaned over her. Faces inches apart, Tonks opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, shaped like a funnel, allowing for the sperm in her mouth to flow into Fleurs.

"Just a taste, Tonks darling." Hermoine warned. "You earned that mouthful afterall. You should get most of it."

Hermoine smiled as Tonks almost immediately moved away from Fleur and made a show out of swallowing the rest if Harry's cum. Both looked back at the Veela and saw Fleur's eyes had widened, rolled back into her head and she began trembling. Low moans left her throat as the hand in her crotch pulled back, allowing her three fingers to exit her cunt, only to then make a fist and thrust that into her pussy. What followed was ten seconds of squealing, thrashing about, and squirting fem cum like a firehose. After that Fleur collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut and collapsed into a heap on the sofa taking labored panting breaths of air.

"Goodness gracious." Hermoine muttered. "Not much in the way of staying power."

"Women always have a problem with the 1st time, Hermoine, luv. You know that. " Harry chided, eyes still closed, still basking in the pleasure Tonks had given him.

"I didnt."

Harry opened his eyes and looked at her lovingly, "You are special, luv. Always have been, always will be. No on compares to you."

Harry shifted his eyes and looked over at Fleur. "Fisting... dont see that everyday, do you?"

Hermoine met his eyes and had to agree. "Well, not as such. True. We metamorphs however..."

"Yes. Yes. Adaptable biology offers greater freedom in the bedroom." Harry gave the still standing Tonks a look and offered a saucy look, "Would you care for a good fisting, Tonks?"

Tonks looked from Harry to Hermoine, turned sround, bent over and spread her legs wide, her pussy lips and anus both hyper inflated and started twitching with need. "Have I been good enough to earn a double fisting? Sir? Madam?"

Everyone ignored Ronnies whining and the way she turned around to present her own ass.

"I would think so but then I have not been home. It is up to Harry if he wants to fist your snatch and arse." Hermoine picked up the rulebook and tried to decide on what new rule she should create.

"You just want to focus on your journal, Luv." Harry shot her a grin.

Hermoine had a small smile on her face, "perhaps."

"Cataloging your conquests." Harry guessed as he raised a hand and with an extended forefinger delicately traced the hyper inflated pussy lips Tonks had created. Feather light touches teasing the pink haired woman.

"Brainstorming ideas for Hogwarts. So many things need fixing and I have no real concrete plans. Not even the bare bones of an idea for some."

"Let me know when you get to Snape, I have several ideas." Harry lifted his finger to the hyper inflated anus Tonks had made and delicately traced the twitching ring of muscle.

"As do I." Hermione grumbled. "That man...." she gritted her teeth.

"If you can even call him a man." Harry shook his head.

"Not a man? Hmm. Now that is an idea... isnt it?" Hermoine whispered to herself.