After all that excitement in Crackstone's Tomb, and solving the mystery behind the deaths happening around Nevermore, Harry had to admit… he felt like he was more than deserving of some R&R. Of course, even R&R was mostly just what he'd already been doing without all of the subterfuge and intrigue going on in the background.

  With Laurel Crackstone and her pet monster no longer making a mess of things, Nevermore and Jericho had mostly calmed down. Well, for a given definition of 'calmed down' anyways. The truth was, Harry had done his own fair share of messing around since arriving in the area, hadn't he? Even if Laurel was handled and Joseph Crackstone wasn't coming back, it wasn't as though everything could go back to the way things were before.

  A smirk spreads across his face at that thought, and he casually lifts the tome in his hands to look down at his crotch where Enid Sincir and Wednesday Addams are currently tag teaming his throbbing cock. Between the two of them, his Best Girl and her roommate have their mouths, tongues, and hands all over his massive bitch breaker of a member… and they're going to town on it to the best of their abilities.

  At the same time, Harry is finally making some progress on the reason he'd come to Nevermore in the first pce. No, contrary to what everyone else might have believed, he was NOT in fact here to take over, ruin the Headmistress' day repeatedly, and all around fuck every beautiful woman young and otherwise who crossed his path.

  Sure, all those things had happened, but they weren't the original goal. No, the original goal that had brought Harry here to America in the first pce was the Greengrass Blood Curse. And while he'd made some meager progress with that since his arrival, Harry couldn't deny that he'd allowed himself to get somewhat distracted along the way.

  No longer though. With everyone knowing their pce, he'd finally been able to settle into something of a daily routine. In the day, he would teach his students how to navigate both the magical and the mundane, and how to deal with not just muggles but also wizards and witches since most of Nevermore's popution were not in fact wizards and witches themselves.

  By night, Harry finally got some real research done… with the help of his naughtier students, of course. Indeed, even as Wednesday and Enid are both slobbering and slurping at his cock right now, Harry was also reading a very promising tome that had been pointed out to him by Goody Addams of all spirits.

  From what Harry was gleaning from this ancient text, the magic that Goody had used to bind Crackstone's soul to his grave was in fact Blood Magic… and derived from knowledge gained from a Witch Coven located in a town called Greendale. It was located in the state of New York, which put it southwest of where Harry was now, seeing as Nevermore Academy was in the state of Vermont.

  Curiosity properly piqued, Harry puts down the tome and calls upon his magic to pull some records from MACUSA. Technically it's not quite legal, but what they know won't hurt them… and frankly, if their wards aren't powerful enough to stop him, then what are they going to do about it if they find out anyways? Give him a sp on the wrist?

  Either way, looking into Greendale further while Wednesday and Enid are still gobbling on his knob down below, Harry finds out some interesting things from his research. First and foremost, MACUSA, aka the Magical Congress of the United States, liked to call themselves the governing body for the magical popution of the greater US of A. And yet… their own official documentation details a 'hands off' policy regarding Greendale that goes back decades.

  There were talk of 'incidents' in Greendale. Apparently, it was located close to an entrance to Hell and had, over the years, drawn all sorts of occult practitioners to the area. Rather than implode like they usually did however, something strange had happened… they'd all settled down and made it work, somehow. Witches consorting with demons usually only ever ended badly, but Greendale had been around for centuries, before the current United States was even a thing in fact.

  MACUSA had done their part, or at least that's what they cimed. They'd tried to bring Greendale and it's magical popution under their jurisdiction a handful of times over the years, doing their level best to put an end to Greendale's dark, bloody practices. But their every effort had ultimately been rebuffed, most of the time quite violently. Turns out demon-backed witches aren't that easy to handle… who knew?

  Of course, the other side of the thing was the sheer size difference between the United States and a pce like Britain. Magical Britain and Magical America were two very, very different things. The wizarding world over in the isles was small and insur to the extreme. While the magical communities over in the Americas were also pretty insur and isoted… they tended to be anything but small at times.

  MACUSA and their peers in Canada and Mexico had their work cut out for them just keeping the Statute of Secrecy enforced over such a massive ndmass. Harry did not envy them for their task… and he supposed he couldn't exactly begrudge them for ultimately deciding to let something slip through the cracks here and there.

  Greendale was one small town that mostly kept to itself. And so long as it continued to keep to itself and stays a small town, MACUSA had bigger fish to fry. So, from what Harry was seeing in the official documentation… Greendale had been left to their own devices for the st several decades after the st attempt by some ambitious bureaucrat had ended in tears.

  While Harry didn't bme them for just backing off, he did have to grumble a little bit at how much more difficult this made life for him. It seemed like his only option was to go in blind… because he certainly wasn't going to stay away. Based on what he was reading in the tome that Goody had shown him, Greendale was most definitely the next step in his lead here. Even if it was the proverbial bck sheep of America with its bloody practices and connection to Hell, Harry had to go there anyways.

  After all, the alternative was admitting he'd been beaten and giving up… and Harry Potter did not give up. Not now, not ever.

  Still, that also meant something else… his stay at Nevermore Academy was at long st coming to an end. While his time here had been less than fruitful in some ways and more fruitful than expected in others, he could at least take soce in having learned one thing about the Blood Curse that he didn't know before.

  Namely, he'd gained confirmation that even after being in pce for over a hundred years, a Blood Curse like the one ailing the Greengrass Family COULD still be broken. Admittedly, he'd gone into this endeavor with the assumption that that was the case, but there'd always been a chance he was wrong.

  Now he knew for certain that not only could he beyond a shadow of a doubt cure the Greengrass Blood Curse… he was also confident that he was on the right path to uncovering it.

  But first… well, Harry had to say goodbye, didn't he?

  -x-X-x-

  His 'goodbye' can only really take pce in one location, of course. The reimagined 'headquarters' of the Nightshade Society. The meeting pce has been 'tastefully' renovated of course. The once-secret entrance has been transformed into an elevator that takes one directly down to the clubhouse. And the clubhouse itself has been turned into a Gentleman's Club designed by Bianca with some help from her mother Gabrielle.

  Most of the women he's broken are working at the club now, with Gabrielle using her time as a Cult Leader to help really train them into perfect little whores for him.

  Harry himself arrives through a secondary, private entrance of course. The 'owner' is much to good for the front door, and with him having complete and total control over Nevermore at this point, putting a magical elevator in that moved through time and space from his bedroom to the Nightshade's clubhouse had been child's py.

  As he steps out into the Gentleman's Club, Bianca and Gabrielle are there waiting for him, dressed up like the whores they are, but also a bit more… in charge than the other women. This means that while they're both topless, they are still wearing pasties to cover their nipples, and they also have flowing skirts on, which is more in terms of clothing than most of the women down here can say.

  The two dark-skinned Sirens stand on either side of the special VIP entrance, having been alerted of his imminent arrival ahead of time. Neither pays much mind to his pets behind him. Behind and to his left and right, Wednesday and Enid are on their hands and knees on all fours, wearing colrs and leashes that are in turn wrapped around his wrists.

  Bianca and Gabrielle ignore them entirely though in favor of looking to him. Their faces light up at the sight of him, and they hurry to each loop an arm through one of his own, pressing their mostly naked bck breasts against his sides.

  "Master. We're so happy to have you show up for an inspection~"

  "That's right, Master. We're here to serve you in any way you envision. Please, would you care for a tour?"

  Chuckling, Harry slides his hands down Bianca and her mother's backs and grabs a handful of Siren ass apiece a moment ter. The two bck women moan in response, shuddering in delight as he gropes their buttocks right through their flowing skirts.

  "That's why I'm here. Show me around the pce, why don't you."

  As the three of them walk forward, Wednesday and Enid can do nothing but crawl behind them. Enid, of course, is happy in any role that Harry gives her. She is and will likely always be his Best Girl. Wednesday, meanwhile, has been somewhat broken by the experiences at her birthday party. That's not to say she's truly changed from her old personality, but… for him specifically, she's become a lot more submissive, willing to do whatever he desires of her.

  To everyone else, she's the same old Wednesday. But for Harry… she's his fuck doll, through and through.

  Regardless, the leashed dormmates are all but forgotten as Bianca and Gabrielle delight in showing him around the Nightshade Society's clubroom. It's much bigger than it was originally of course, all thanks to some size expansion charms from Harry. In fact, it's at least four or five times as big. This is good because there's a lot more people down here these days than there was under the old Nightshade Society.

  In fact, despite being so much rger of a space, its still pretty packed. The first table that Bianca and Gabrielle lead him to is positively surrounded by young men, both normies from Jericho and outcast students from Nevermore alike.

  "FUCK YEAH! PUMP HARDER BITCHES!"

  "GO! GO! GO!"

  "CUM FOR US YOU SLUTS!"

  With a slight application of his magic, Harry pushes the crowd of young men apart slightly. They're so engrossed in what they're witnessing that they don't even notice… but the two women on the table in the center of the crowd definitely do in spite of what they're currently doing. Almost as if they're drawn to him, two sets of eyes track over to where Harry is watching them, causing him to grin in amusement.

  Valerie Kinbott and Laurel Gates kneel there on their hands and knees on the table. Naked and absolutely drenched in sweat from head to toe, it's obvious that the two normie women have been going at this for quite some time, much to the vocal enjoyment of the men around them. Not just vocal either, but also financial. There's dolr bills all over the table surrounding the two women, and the all-male crowd has more crumpled money notes in their hands, tossing them around constantly as Kinbott and Gates 'earn it' by impressing them.

  Doctor Valerie Kinbott, once Jericho's town therapist. She'd been instructed to handle Wednesday Addams, but that hadn't gone well for her in the end. Mostly because of him. Now she was finding out just what so many of her former patients really thought of her. How they'd likely spent so many of their sessions imagining the blonde naked or in a compromising situation just like this.

  And then there's Laurel Gates, aka Marilyn Thornhill. Once the biggest outcast hater around, the kind of woman who was so angry and so monstrous that she tried to bring her bigoted ancestor back from the dead so he could institute a purge on all degeneracy and deviancy in the area. On top of that, she'd brought a young man suffering from a monstrous transformation under her control and had him killing people for her.

  Now though… she's a fuck toy for normies and outcasts alike just like Valerie. Both Valerie and Laurel are nothing like their former selves at this point. Case in point, when they notice him and turn to look at him, neither stops what they're doing. Nor do they even look like they want him to save them or let them go free or anything like that.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  "Harder!"

  "Fucking bitches!"

  "Shake those asses!"

  And shake them they do, because right now Kinbott and Gates are ass to ass with a pair of truly massive dildoes buried in their holes. The one down below is stuffed in both of their cunts, while the one up above is impaling their asses. As they sm their ass cheeks into one another with bruising force, they moan wantonly, their eyes lidded even as they stare at him.

  It's obvious from the look on their faces that they're not hoping to escape or be freed from their current situation… they're just hoping Harry might be interested in joining them and giving them what they truly long for… another taste of his big, fat cock.

  Tough luck for them though, heh. Harry is done with those two cunts. He's had his fun with Valerie Kinbott, ruining her and turning the blonde into what she was truly meant to be… a whore. And he's done the same thing with Laurel Gates as well. At this point… they just aren't worth his time.

  The st thing he sees before he withdraws his magic and lets the crowd of young men shuffle back in and block his view is someone shoving a dolr bill into Laurel Gates' mouth. She's right where she belongs now, truly. Both of them are.

  Looking to Bianca and Gabrielle, Harry lets out a dark ugh.

  "A delicious sight, dies. Show me more."

  "Of course, Master."

  "We're happy to see you so pleased, Master~"

  And indeed, the view of Valerie and Laurel being so… utterly abused, humiliated, and disgraced has definitely done things for Harry. Bianca has taken the initiative of reaching down and extracting his cock from its confines and is now stroking it readily, even as they continue walking along. Anyone who sees Harry's massive throbbing mast is struck with envy and jealousy if they're a man, and nothing but lust and arousal if they're a woman.

  The next 'show' they arrive before is… well, it's not exactly to Harry's tastes, he has to admit. But that's alright, because ultimately this isn't necessarily about catering to only his tastes… it's about making a Gentleman's Club that can cater to all sorts of men.

  "Oooh, that's a good boy. Keep it up. You're doing well."

  "You, on the other hand, are starting to slow down. Is that all you have? Keep going, little man."

  Alcina Dimitrescu and Larissa Weems. The former is a giantess of a vampire that Harry brought with him all the way from Europe where he'd taken her and made her his bitch. The tter is a giantess of a woman too, as well as the Headmistress of Nevermore Academy… who he'd also taken and made into his bitch.

  But where Harry had allowed no disrespect and ultimately fucked both extremely tall, extremely voluptuous women into submission… not all men were cut from the same cloth as him. He raises an eyebrow as he observes the scene in front of him. From what he heard, the kids these days were calling this 'big mommy fetish' or something.

  Both Alcina and Larissa are cooing down at the young men currently tched onto their massive tits and sucking away at them. At the same time, they're using their hands and feet to jerk off even more young men. As well, those who are lucky enough to be allowed to fuck their cunts and assholes are being lectured and critiqued on how they're doing and how they can improve.

  Both women are technically being gangbanged by every strict definition of the word. However, they're obviously in complete control, despite each dealing with about four to five cocks apiece. It's the kind of situation where Harry wishes his fellow men would rise up, push the giantesses down, and have their way with them on the spot.

  Sure, none of the guys they're currently handling are anywhere near his cock size. Sure, that means they have no real chance of truly making Alcina or Larissa feel pleasure in the same way he does. Still… he just can't help but shake his head at the sight of female domination on this level. It's simply not arousing to him. It's one thing to watch a woman dominate another woman, especially when they're both submissive to him. But this? This is just sad. He feels sorry for these young men who can get off to this kind of thing.

  Bianca, currently in charge of stroking Harry's cock and keeping him nice and hard so he's ready for what comes next, notices his fgging arousal, of course. Clearing her throat, she steers them away from Alcina and Larissa's antics.

  "Ahem. This way, Master. I think you'll enjoy this next show even more~"

  As it turns out, she's completely right. The next sight is immediately more arousing and not just because the two women it involves are locked into old fashioned stockades.

  … Okay so maybe it's at least partially that. Harry chuckles softly as he looks on at the sight before him, continually to casually grope and fondle both Bianca and Gabrielle's asses all the while.

  Its 'Mistress' Arlene from Pilgrim World and Yoko Tanako the Asian Vampire. The two women are wearing insanely slutty and completely scandalous versions of old fashioned pilgrim attire. Basically skirts so short they might as well be belts, and tight white tube tops instead of buttoned up blouses that barely contain their busts.

  Frankly, the only real 'pilgrim-y' part of their attire are the white pilgrim headcovers both are wearing. Otherwise, they would just look like another pair of whores. Though to be fair, the wooden stocks they're bent over and locked inside also add to the whole 'pilgrim' feel at least a little bit.

  Neither are in any position to do much more than stand there and take all comers. Their customers have formed neat, orderly lines behind each of them, while the women themselves have been positioned so that they're facing one another and can watch each other get fucked hard and fast.

  Harry watches in amusement as the two young men currently fucking Arlene and Yoko both finish at around the same time, groaning in exultation as they empty their balls into the female 'pilgrims' right there on the spot. Then, stepping away, they're just as quickly repced by two more guys… although these customers are a little more adventurous.

  S-SMACK!

  "A-Ah! Yes! Harder! Nnngh!"

  WHAP!

  "FUCK YES! Give it to me! Paddle my bottom red!"

  Only as Harry watches the two test johns using a cat o' nine tails and a spanking paddle on Yoko and Arelene respectively does he finally notice the massive table of bdsm toys set off to the side. Maybe half the line is currently holding their 'weapon' of choice as they wait their turn, their other hand usually on their cock, stroking it and getting it ready.

  The two guys currently fucking Arlene and Yoko are enthused by the reaction of the two pilgrim pain sluts. They plow them even harder, while also continuing to bring the bdsm tools down on their unprotected, helpless asses.

  Arlene and Yoko both squeal like the masochistic pigs they've become thanks to Harry's 'help'. He grins as he watches this, enjoying the sight very much. Though he does raise an eyebrow when one of the men in line suddenly steps out.

  "Fuck it! I ain't waiting that long, these bitches ain't worth it…"

  Instead of storming off in a huff however… the young man in question walks up to the front of his line and then past it, until he's standing between Arlene and Yoko's faces. Giving them both a wicked grin, he grabs them by their cloth-covered heads and forces them both to strain their necks as he pulls them forward until they're kissing and slobbering over either side of his cock. It's a little difficult for them to manage, but certainly not impossible Harry notices. Just… uncomfortable.

  Which is of course precisely how the two pain sluts like it. Moaning even harder than before, they slurp and p at the cock between them, even as they continue to get fucked from behind and paddled and whipped respectively.

  Going a step further, the impatient young man lifts one leg up and pnts a foot on Yoko's stockade in particur. Then, he shoves her face into his balls, while thrusting his cock right down Arlene's throat.

  "Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

  "Fuuuck yes… been wanting to plug that mouth of yours since the first time you got on me for 'littering' in Pilgrim World you stupid, stuck up bitch. You fucking red headed sow… suck my cock! Suck it! And you, you Asian cunt… fucking what kind of pilgrim was from Asia, huh? Go on! Gobble my balls!"

  … Honestly, while he didn't recognize the young man even remotely, he was still a man after Harry's own heart. As well, his actions are drawing interest. Soon enough, there's three lines instead of two. While there are still plenty of men who want to fuck Arlene and Yoko's ass or cunt while messing up their bodies with whips, chains, and paddles… there are just as many who realize they can get their rocks off using the stockaded women's mouths instead.

  Harry chuckles at the sight. He truly does love to see such enterprising young men exercising their problem solving muscles to the fullest extent. That said, he's had enough of the 'sights' at this point. While there are many, many more women down here in the expanded Nightshade Society than just the three pairs he's been shown so far, Harry is finished with his tour… now it's time for his own pleasure to be taken care of.

  "A lovely tour dies. But I'm done watching."

  Moaning as his fingers find their pussies under their hiked up skirts, Bianca and her mother lean into him all the more.

  "Mm, I bet you are Master… you're so fucking hard. Your fat cock is going to mess us up so badly~"

  "Right this way, Master… we have something special for you. Something for a… true VIP~"

  Harry grins, liking the sound of that. He allows the two dark-skinned Sirens to guide him away from the more crowded section of the Gentleman's Club and soon they're joined by Divina. Harry's intrigue only grows until he sees what they're bringing him to… an unoccupied, bubbling jacuzzi.

  Oh this? This was going to be fun…

  -x-X-x-

  There was something to be said about Sirens and their apparently amphibious nature. Sitting back on the bench in the bubbling jacuzzi, Harry has a wide grin on his face as he enjoys himself immensely. The reasons why he's enjoying this are manifold at this point. First and foremost, he's staring at a trio of shapely asses sticking up out of the water and moving back and forth quite… sensually and gracefully right before his eyes.

  Two of them are dark chocote in skin tone while the third is pale white. All three of them belong to his pet sirens who are currently almost fully immersed in the water save for their asses, and working together to tackle his immense cock. Gabrielle, Divina, and Bianca are all going to town on Harry's dick right now, and because they're sirens, none of them are having to come up for air at any point. They can focus solely on sucking and slurping and winding their tongues along his cock.

  Of course, the bubbling of the jacuzzi makes it hard to see their faces through the constantly churning water, but that just makes it all the more arousing when he looks down every once in a while and sees a glimpse of those siren eyes staring up at him unerringly and devotedly while they continue to express their adoration using their mouths and tongues. The whole experience is undeniably pleasurable, and Harry probably would have already picked one to start fucking by this point if it weren't for the OTHER two reasons he was enjoying himself so much right now.

  Sitting on his right and left sides are Enid Sincir and Wednesday Addams, his two pets no longer crawling behind him as he walks through the Nightshade Society's not-so-secret establishment, but now pressed into his body, rubbing their own naked bodies against him eagerly.

  Enid, of course, has the position of Best Girl as his right hand woman, the bubbly and slutty werewolf mewling and shivering in delight as one of Harry's arms wraps over her shoulders with his hand sliding down to grope at her right breast. Wednesday is left with the left, the gothic witch moaning and running a hand along his thigh under the water as he pys with her left breast.

  Both women would like nothing more than to be able to take over for the sirens currently blowing him under the bubbling, churning waves, but because none of the trio actually need to come up for air, neither Enid nor Wednesday is getting the chance. Which honestly, is just fine with Harry… because there's something he needs to talk to them both about.

  "Girls… you should know that I'll be leaving Nevermore sometime soon."

  Both Enid and Wednesday freeze up at that in unison. Enid's eyes widen in panic and shock while Wednesday's narrow as her brow furrows in consternation and confusion.

  "W-What?! Why, Master? Where are you going?"

  Harry smiles softly and leans over to give Enid a reassuring kiss on her brow. His Best Girl happily melts into the show of affection from her Master, shivering in delight in the process even as her worry doesn't fully abate. Not that he expected it to.

  "I originally came to Nevermore for a purpose and while I've certainly had my fun here with all of you… this was all just something I was doing on the side for entertainment. I've truly enjoyed myself though… you've proven that you're the best damn pet a wizard could ask for, my Best Girl."

  Enid perks up at that, even as she and Wednesday both hang off of his every word.

  "As… the reason I originally came here was to help a family of women very near to my heart back in my homend break a blood curse that has pgued them for centuries."

  That gets a gasp from Enid, followed by big puppy eyes that make it clear he's just scored more points with her for being a 'good' and 'chivalrous' master. Wednesday, meanwhile, is far more calcuting about things. Even though Harry has 'broken in' the Addams Witch at this point and fucked her into one of his pets, she's still Wednesday at heart… and Wednesday is nothing if not an inquisitive mind.

  "… You've exhausted every source of information here at Nevermore, haven't you? Hm, but did you find the answers you sought and are now returning home, or have you struck out and need to keep looking?"

  Harry grins at the young goth immediately starting to interrogate him. To remind Wednesday of her current position, he goes ahead and takes her left nipple between his fingers, giving it a harsh pinch and tug that causes her to gasp and flush a little bit as her thighs rub together under the jacuzzi water.

  "Neither, actually. I didn't find the answers I sought here… but Nevermore wasn't completely useless in the end. I found a lead and that's where I need to go next."

  Wednesday's eyes narrow again, even as her plump lips part slightly in a panting mewl from his continued pying with her nipple. Enid, meanwhile, can't contain herself on his right side.

  "W-Where? Where do you need to go next, Master?"

  Looking over at his Best Girl, Harry can already tell where this is going. For a second, he considers not telling either of them and leaving them both in the dark… since part of this conversation involves him confessing to them that he's leaving them behind here in Nevermore to continue their educations.

  … But no. Refusing to tell them would only make them more interested and while Enid would probably just submissively bow her head and dejectedly obey his instructions anyways, she deserved better than that. Wednesday, meanwhile, would almost certainly take it as a challenge to try and track him down if he didn't just tell them both where he was going.

  Chuckling, Harry looks into their expectant eyes before delivering his one word response.

  "Greendale."

  That gets confusion from Enid and wide-eyed recognition from Wednesday. Immediately, the Addams Witch is even more all over him than before, and much to his surprise, she steals the words Enid had been working herself up to saying right out of the bubbly werewolf's mouth.

  "Take me with you!"

  From his right side, Enid squawks at hearing this and is quick to grind her soft chest against his side all the harder as she clings to him with a whimper.

  "No! Take US with you, Master! S-Surely you can make use of us, right?"

  Harry narrows his eyes, half in suspicion and half in amusement. Down below, the three sirens continue their work without interruption or hesitation. He doesn't doubt that they can hear everything even with their heads under the water, but Bianca, Divina, and Gabrielle all know their pce is here, doing his bidding in Nevermore.

  Still…

  "I was expecting Enid to ask, but you Wednesday? You have an ulterior motive… spill."

  Wednesday huffs at being found out, before shrugging as she loosens her grip on him ever so slightly.

  "I've always wanted to visit Greendale, but my parents said I wasn't allowed. Apparently, the Addams Brand of Darkness doesn't mesh well with Hell or something. But I don't care! The stories I've heard about Greendale are fascinating! The murders too… so many murders! Please, you have to let me come. If you take me, my parents will have to say yes!"

  He highly doubted THAT was true. While Harry didn't necessarily fear Gomez and Morticia Addams, he certainly didn't think they feared him either. And from the sound of things, they had very good reasons for avoiding Greendale and not letting Wednesday visit the town. That was good, he could use that. Especially since…

  "I-I don't know anything about this Greendale pce, but it sounds like it's going to be dangerous Master! Please, you have to let me come along so I can protect you. I can be your g-guard dog! I promise I'll be good!"

  Sighing, Harry gives Enid another forehead kiss. And then because he doesn't want Wednesday feeling left out; he gives HER a forehead kiss too. She wrinkles her nose in response but doesn't offer up any form of compint. Deep down, he thinks she likes it.

  "Sorry dies… but I don't think I can bring either of you with me."

  Before they can both react with some sort of explosive outburst, Harry pinches their nipples and tugs them hard, cutting them off as they gasp and then moan from the treatment.

  "There are many reasons why. For one, I can't guarantee your safety like I can guarantee my own. For two, your parents would never agree, even coming from me. And for three… I want you both to stay here at Nevermore and finish your educations."

  Sliding his hands from their breasts up to their hair, Harry winds his fingers through their locks and scratches across their scalps with his digits until they're both leaning into his touch and panting from the sensation. He almost has their eyes rolling back in their heads from the scalp massage. There… might be a little bit of magic involved, heh.

  "You two are good girls… Enid will always be my Best Girl. But Nevermore still has things to teach you both. Until you've graduated, I can't in good conscience take either of you away from your education. Of course, once you HAVE graduated… then I certainly wouldn't be against having either of you return to my side wherever I am in some capacity."

  Dropping his hands from their heads back to their breasts, Harry raises an eyebrow as he gives them both a moment to recover from his touch and process his words. Finally, panting and flustered and flushed with arousal, Wednesday and Enid share a look between one another… before shaking their heads in unison.

  "That's not good enough for me."

  "I can't a-accept that Master! That's too long!"

  Harry raises an eyebrow at the two of them, his fingers resting on their nipples. He doesn't pinch and tug right off the bat, but he is reminding them of who's in charge here. Enid blushes and ducks her head apologetically for speaking out of turn, but Wednesday isn't so easily cowed.

  "You won't still be in Greendale by the time we graduate from Nevermore, not based on how long you stayed here. And while I'm sure I would enjoy pursuing an apprenticeship under you all the same, I don't want to miss out on getting to see Greendale at your side. Even if you can't protect me, I don't care…"

  Enid, her confidence bolstered by Wednesday's words, pipes up from the other side of him.

  "I-I also can't wait that long, Master! W-What sort of Best Girl would I be if I didn't make every effort to stay by your side? I don't care if you can't protect me… I want to protect YOU!"

  Harry sighs. Now he's starting to regret telling them where he was going. He wasn't expecting this much resistance, especially from two young women he's already broken upon his cock. But… admittedly, he'd put a lot more time and effort into these two then he had anyone else in a long while. And back home, everyone sort of knew they could get a piece of him whenever they wanted so it was never as much of an issue as this apparently was.

  Giving Enid a distinct 'look', Harry raises an eyebrow.

  "You would be the sort of Best Girl who obeys her Master's orders, for one."

  That causes Enid's eyes to drop and her entire body to droop in dejected depression. Which obviously isn't what Harry wants. This is supposed to be a celebration of everything they've all accomplished together. Finally, he caves… if only a little bit.

  "I'm not taking either of you with me to Greendale… at least not at first. I want to get the y of the nd first and make sure it's safe before I bring anyone else into a situation that could admittedly blow up in my face."

  Sure, he was fairly confident in his personal power and capabilities, but Greendale would be different from Nevermore and Harry was well aware of that fact. Nevermore might be home to a lot of non-humans and so-called 'freaks', but it was not a pce where wizards and witches regurly practiced magic. Hell, the most magic outside of Harry himself that this pce had seen in centuries had come from the 'normie' Laurel Gates when she'd tried to resurrect her bigoted ancestor.

  Greendale would be different, based on what Harry knew. Nevermore wasn't even on MACUSA's radar, but Greendale was basically on the 'do not disturb' list of pces too scary for the magical government here in the States to fuck with. The difference would likely be massive and Harry intended to be very careful to make sure he wasn't caught ft-footed.

  "… But perhaps, if everything is fine and I'm able to make it safe for a visit… I could talk Weems into arranging a field trip for some of her 'best' students."

  The emphasis is not lost on either Enid or Wednesday. His Best Girl perks up in excitement at that, looking happy as a cm. Wednesday on the other hand, scowls a little… and it's obvious the goth witch isn't happy with just this much. However, she's smart enough to realize that she's lost her tentative ally in all of this bullshit. Enid nuzzles into him, content and satisfied… and Wednesday is forced to concede, nodding slowly as she's forced to swallow down Harry's olive branch.

  "That will have to do, I suppose."

  Snorting derisively, Harry gives her nipple another pinch-tug to remind her whose in charge here. Wednesday gasps and presses herself against him some more before turning her ire in the direction of the three women under the water.

  "Tch. They still haven't made you cum after all this time? What a bunch of utter failures. If I were these three, I would be ashamed of myself."

  Harry grins, even as he feels Bianca, Gabrielle, and Divina all pick up the pace down below. That confirms that they could hear everything he and the other two were saying all of this time even under the water.

  "Don't be too hard on them, Wednesday. I needed to have this talk with you and Enid… so I just held off on cumming. But they've all been doing excellent work… and Bianca, for everything she's done, deserves my load the most."

  At hearing that, the dark-skinned Siren wastes absolutely no time in diving down his cock and deep throating his member. Harry cums a second ter, allowing for her to swallow his seed and gulp it down as he ejacutes for a good half a minute. How she manages to do so while underwater, Harry doesn't know… but it's impressive to say the least.

  Wednesday, meanwhile, just huffs some more as she watches this happen.

  "A real woman would have still managed to make you cum even when you didn't want to."

  Harry hums and gives Wednesday a distinct 'look'.

  "You know I realize what you're doing, right?"

  The Addams Witch stiffens up slightly before acting all nonchant and calm.

  "I'm sure I don't know what you mean. I'm just stating facts."

  Chuckling, Harry shakes his head.

  "No, what you're trying to do is provoke me into making you prove yourself. Except you don't really care if you make me cum or not. You're just hoping that I'll fuck you first so you can 'put your money where your mouth is'."

  Enid gasps from his other side, even as the three sirens all finally begin to surface from the depths, their beautiful derrieres disappearing under the water as their heads pop up one after the other. All three are gring daggers at Wednesday for not just her words about their skills, but also Harry exposing her little scheme.

  "Wednesday? Is that true?"

  Enid's pout and big puppy dog eyes don't break Wednesday though, even as she sits there completely at ease and scoffs.

  "Of course not. It's not like I'm as addicted to Lord Potter's cock as any of you sluts are. I can easily go without."

  Heh, tsundere to the end. Still…

  "Well now, I'm more than happy to let you prove THOSE words my dear. You can just sit back and watch alright? While I enjoy the others to my heart's content."

  Wednesday stiffens, realizing only too te the corner she's backed herself into. And yet… she remains closed lipped, unwilling to admit that she'd lied or that she really did want his big fat cock to ravage her holes again. Snorting in amusement at her obstinance, Harry nevertheless removes his arm and hand from her body, doing the same with Enid as well. Then, he steps down off of the bench and into the jacuzzi center, reaching for the first of the three sirens in front of him, who just so happens to be Divina.

  The jacuzzi is massive, easily able to fit more than even the six people they currently have in it. Divina moans as his hands close on her hips under the water, her own hands moving to stroke and jerk off his cock as she looks at him with expectant eagerness in her eyes. She might have lost out to Enid for the position of his Best Girl, but the siren has nevertheless proven herself to be one of his good girls. Even before Bianca broke, Divina was already on his side after all…

  She deserved everything he was about to give her, and more. Reaching up, Harry slides a hand through the back of Divina's hair and along the nape of her neck before pulling her up into a deep, tongue-filled kiss. The siren's eyes flutter shut as she moans against his lips, his tongue easily wrestling hers into submission while she continues to jack him off.

  His other hand moves from her hip up to her chest, fondling and caressing one of her breasts for a moment before slowly rolling her glistening wet nipple between his fingertips. Her moans only grow more wanton as Harry pys with her like this, until eventually he can hold back no longer. The gentle act is fun… but they both know what he really wants. Divina just so happens to want it too~

  Separating their lips, Harry roughly spins Divina around and bends her over right there in the center of the hot tub. Bianca and Gabrielle have both moved off to the sides at this point, while Wednesday and Enid have slid around out from behind him so that they can make sure they're in his periphery too.

  All four women are touching themselves as he positions Divina for what they all knew was coming. Hands on breasts, under the water between legs, lips parted in soft moans, and eyes fixated on him and the pale white siren.

  Divina, for her part, arches her back for Harry beautifully, moaning all the while as he runs a hand down between her shoulderbdes. Her tits are just touching the water, even as her ass lifts up out of it. Standing on her tip toes, she's positioned herself perfectly for Harry's massive bitch breaker of a cock to come up out of the water as well. Breaching the surface like a missile from a submarine, his cockhead pushes against Divina's slit for a moment, almost jolting her forward… but his free hand is there to curl around under her, gripping her waist and holding her in position as he thrusts into her from behind.

  "Oooh yes Master~ a-ah… please, your cock is so big… ruin me with it!"

  Chuckling at her begging, beseeching tone, Harry reaches forward and grabs Divina by her hair, roughly pulling her head back another couple of inches as he pounds even more of his throbbing mast inside of her.

  "Most would say I already have ruined you, Divina."

  Indeed, he'd taken the siren and broken her on his cock in a number of ways. He'd even convinced her to 'betray' her best friend for all that Bianca had wound up joining the 'winning' side in the end. Ultimately… Harry had ruined other men for Divina… even if he hadn't ruined her for other men.

  "Y-You have! You've ruined me, Master! I'll never be able to feel as good with any of our worthless customers as I feel with you! None of them will ever measure up to your BIG FAT COCK!"

  Damn straight. Harry grunts as he sms that big fat cock deep into the squealing, moaning, singing siren. Divina's cries are like a melody in the air, only serving to turn on the other four women in the jacuzzi even harder. Bianca, Gabrielle, Wednesday, Enid… it doesn't matter where Harry looks, all he sees is another bitch in heat biting their lower lip and wishing they were in Divina's pce.

  Even Wednesday, for all that she would normally try to stay stoic, is flustered right now, watching another woman get fucked in front of her. Even the gothic girl wishes she was in Divina's pce right now.

  She's not, though. This moment is all about Divina. This moment is all hers, from start to finish. As they spsh the water in the hot tub around with their rough fucking, Harry eventually slides his hands around Divina's body and grabs her by both tits, groping and squeezing her breasts and making her squeal and moan up a storm. At the same time, he picks up the pace and fucks her even harder from behind, pounding into her pussy with his full might as she clenches down around his cock and cums again and again for him.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH!

  He's striking into her backside with enough force that she's probably going to be red back there all the way into tomorrow. But Divina doesn't care. If anything, the siren loves it all the more. It's even better for her because she's in the water from what Harry can tell. The magical creature's natural environment makes her stronger and faster, allowing Divina to keep up with him for a lot longer than she would normally be able to do.

  With a grunt and a groan, Harry sms into Divina's spasming pussy one final time, making her shudder and gasp as he finally fills her with his seed. His cum pumps into her womb for what feels like a minute straight before his balls are finally fully emptied and he's done with her.

  And truly… that might be the st time they ever fuck. He'll be leaving soon and as lovely as Divina is, she's ultimately a minor character in the grand story that is Harry's life. He's not the type of man to say 'never'… but he does make a note to conjure up a perfect replica of his cock in the form of a magical dildo and leave it on the pillow in Divina's dorm room before he leaves.

  Hell, he'll do the same for all of them, really. A way to remember them by… and a way to satisfy themselves, since none of the boys or men they'll be selling their bodies to here in the Nightshade Society are ever going to be able to do it.

  For now though, Harry pulls out of Divina and slowly helps her sit down on the hot tub bench behind him. As the slightly tired siren sits down, panting and still catching her breath, Harry turns back to the other four women who have arrayed themselves before him, each all but offering themselves up to him.

  … But there's an order to these things and if Bianca, Enid, or Wednesday think they're next, they have another thing coming. Save the best for st, after all. And that meant…

  "Gabrielle."

  Bianca's mother jolts up from her seat, wide-eyed and surprised that she got picked. As she moves through the water towards him however, Harry stops her and points… down.

  "Assume the position so I can fuck you in the ass, bitch."

  The siren cult leader blushes in response before slowly nodding.

  "O-Of course, Master."

  Then, she dips beneath the surface of the hot tub once more. Harry watches through the jacuzzi bubbles as Gabrielle lowers herself to the floor of the hot tub and puts her face against it. Then, she raises her ass and hips high into the 'air'… or rather, higher up into the water. Face down, ass up, kneeling there beneath the waves… heh, she could probably hold that position for hours if Harry ordered her to.

  Part of him is tempted. It would certainly be funny to leave her like that, forgotten and ignored while he fucked the other girls. The younger, fitter, tighter models one might say.

  But… no. He's merciful, in the end. He said he was going to do something and Harry is no liar. Stepping forward, he crouches down as well until only his shoulders, neck, and head are above water. Beneath the bubbly surface, his hands reach out and grab Gabrielle by her hips and ass, squeezing the bck woman's thicc buttocks harshly before spreading them nice and wide for his massive cock.

  Then, finding purchase in her anus with his huge fat bitch breaker, Harry sms down, filling Bianca's mother with his dick, invading her bowels and stretching her asshole nice and wide with several inches of his massive shaft.

  There's muffled squeals from the underwater siren, even as Harry begins to fuck her fat ass for all it's worth. They're like music to his ears really… no, more than that. It actually sounds even more melodic than Divina did and Harry's curiosity is piqued. Casting a quick spell to let him breathe water and air interchangeably without issue, he finally dips his head beneath the surface of the hot tub.

  What he hears honestly takes his breath away. It reminds him of the golden egg back in his Fourth Year at Hogwarts in fact, where opening the damn thing outside of the water released the terrible screeching of the merpeople in the Bck Lake, but opening it in water released a haunting musical melody.

  Well, at least sirens don't sound like awful screeching whenever they talk in the air. But then that makes sense given their whole mythology and what not. Even still, Gabrielle's voice is truly gorgeous now that Harry has water in his ears instead of simple air and as he fucks her ass, she only gets more vocal and excited, squealing and crying out and shrieking at the top of her lungs in a way that the water makes sound unbelievably good.

  There's something to be said about fucking the beautiful bck siren's big broad ass underwater. It's a new experience, one that Harry doesn't think he would mind repeating one day. The usual sounds of flesh spping against flesh are nonexistent, and the water does provide some level of resistance that he's constantly fighting against. But at the same time, there's just something so unique about it. Harry can't get enough of it, and from her vocal enjoyment, neither can Gabrielle.

  He fucks Bianca's mother long and hard in the ass because the bitch deserves nothing less and nothing more. She's not going to get a pussy fucking like her daughter or Divina. She's not worth that much. But she seems to be enjoying herself all the same. Perhaps she finally recognizes her own value. She certainly knows her pce under her daughter at this point.

  Smirking, Harry delivers some harsh underwater smacks to Gabrielle's ass cheeks, hitting her buttocks hard even as the water absorbs much of the noise from the impacts. But of course, Gabrielle's melodic cries only grow louder and more beautiful. Harry has never fucked an opera singer in the ass before (put it on the bucket list) but he imagines if he did while also making them sing, this is what it might sound like.

  Finally, with a muffled groan beneath the water, Harry tips over the edge again and empties his balls once more… this time into Gabrielle's ass until the beautiful bck MILF of a siren is stuffed full of his cum just like Divina.

  Pulling his head up out of the water first, Harry slides out of Gabrielle's ass and rises back to his full height, grinning wickedly as he meets the eyes of each of the three women remaining. Gabrielle crawls away beneath the waves and pulls herself up onto a bench to the side of the jacuzzi, even as Bianca, Enid, and Wednesday all stare at him with lidded eyes and lustful gazes.

  But of course, if he started out saving the best for st, they can't possibly think he'll change course now. Pointing at Bianca, he smirks as the dark-skinned siren stiffens up in excitement. Then, he turns his finger back around and curls it in a 'come hither' motion.

  Bianca doesn't need to be told twice. She positively leaps up from her position along the side of the hot tub. And then she leaps into Harry's arms for good measure. Laughing, he catches her easily and even uses a burst of magic to make sure she nds right on his cock. His massive bitch breaker slides right up into the beautiful bald bck siren even as she clings to him with her arms and legs. Filling her from below, Harry gets to watch Bianca's eyes widen, her lips part, and a sonorous moan leave her mouth.

  Not quite as melodic as listening to her mother 'sing' underwater, but Harry still doesn't mind it. Not one bit, really. He grins as he all but scoops Bianca up, his hands groping harshly at her full bck ass. Beginning to bounce her up and down on his cock, he enjoys her wanton moans and mewling cries for a bit before speaking in a low tone.

  "You've impressed me Bianca. You started out so defiant and unruly, but you've well and truly learned your pce throughout my time as your Professor… and Master."

  Bianca's eyes flutter as she licks her lips.

  "A-Ah… only b-because… I had such… excellent tutege, Master."

  Harry hums at that, not about to deny his own part in her 'training'. Still, as her pussy clenches and squeezes around his cock, he can't help but marvel at how far she's come. Even as Bianca bounces on his dick, her ass is spping down into the water below, causing little spshes and quakes through the bubbling jacuzzi and clearly adding to the pleasure for her.

  "That you did. Still, a teacher is only as good as his student. You've proven yourself quite capable, even as I molded you. That's why I'm leaving you in charge of everything I've built here at Nevermore."

  Bianca shivers and licks her lips, slowly nodding. She'd already sort of known as much, he figured. Her mother was helping her out with the Nightshade Society, but it was Bianca who was truly running the show. Of course, that doesn't stop her from perhaps being just a little bit… insecure.

  "T-Thank you Master… I'm surprised you didn't, mm, give the responsibility to one of the others t-though. Like Enid… or Wednesday."

  The two young women still waiting for their turn on his cock don't hear Bianca mention his name, too busy masturbating as they are. Harry just chuckles, keeping his own voice low as well.

  "Enid will always be my Best Girl. And Wednesday is certainly a special conquest in her own way. But neither of them are Brothel Madame material, exactly. I doubt they'll be down here very often, if at all… so I'm leaving it in your capable hands because I know you can handle it."

  Bianca preens at his words, clenching down all the harder on his cock as she moans and cums along his length. Of course, everything he's said is true. Enid has imprinted way too hard on Harry to ever want to give herself to someone else at this point. She's Harry-sexual, basically. Meanwhile, Wednesday has way too many other pursuits to care much for spending her time down here in the Nightshade Society. Even if something like those catering to the clients with the dommy mommy fetish was maybe right up her alley, she'd rather be investigating further mysteries or writing her novels.

  In the end, Bianca was the best choice for this job. With her mother helping her out, she would be able to manage this pce long after Harry was gone. And best of all, she wasn't quite as dependent on him as the others. She could likely manage even without his big fat cock… though he'd be sure to leave her a magical replica to remember him by all the same.

  With these thoughts running through Harry's head, he sms Bianca down onto his cock one st time, causing her to orgasm explosively while also making a huge spsh in the water below. She gasps and moans, all while shuddering and clenching down along every inch of his bitch breaker. This tips him over the edge and he fills the bck siren with his seed one final time, unloading inside of her and coating every inch of her womb with white, hot semen.

  Finally finished up, Harry pulls Bianca off of his cock and drops her into the hot tub water below. To be fair, she's a siren so that doesn't really do much to her. In fact, she recovers faster in the water than she would have if he'd put her down on solid ground with jellified legs.

  Finally, that just leaves Enid and Wednesday. His two pets stare at him with hungry and narrowed eyes respectively, causing Harry to grin at them both. This in turn is taken as 'permission' and both Enid and Wednesday get up at the same time only to stop and look at one another. Then they look back at him, as if expecting him to choose between them.

  … What utterly ridiculous girls. Shaking his head, Harry wraps his magic around both of them instead and then snaps his fingers for show as he apparates all three of them out of the jacuzzi and out of the Nightshade Society. A moment ter, they appear in Wednesday and Enid's shared dorm room, which Harry has remodeled when neither girl was looking.

  Enid's excited gasp is met with Wednesday's noncommittal grunt as the two girls look at their 'new room'. The division they'd made before in the middle of the room has been turned on its head. Where there was once two small twin beds that couldn't have been further apart in style and appearance, now there's one rge canopy bed that dominates the center of the room… while being half Enid's colors and half Wednesday's. That means it's a spsh or rainbow on one side while being dark and gloomy on the other.

  "I know you'll both miss me when I'm gone, but I don't want either of you to forget about one another. You two will always have each other, alright? That's an order."

  Turning to look at him, Enid nods her head enthusiastically, Best Girl that she is. Wednesday scowls and crosses her arms over her chest at first but eventually just nods mutely as well, accepting his demands.

  Chuckling, Harry spreads his arms.

  "Good… now come give your Master a kiss."

  Both girls move quickly in their own ways, with Enid skipping and Wednesday hurrying not to be left behind. They move into his sides and pnt kisses on his cheeks, prompting Harry to ugh and card his fingers through their hair.

  "Lovely… but not what I meant."

  Firmly gripping them by their heads, he pushes both young women down to their knees before him. Their eyes go crossed trying to take in his throbbing, twitching cock in all of its majestic and meaty glory. Without having to be told again, the two dormmates lean forward and begin to kiss either side of his pulsing prick, causing Harry to groan as they throw their all into worshipping his massive member.

  "That's it girls, just like that…"

  His words of encouragement only spur them on harder, even as they both move up towards the bulbous tip of his dick with clear intentions. However, since they reach his cockhead at the same time, neither quite succeeds in managing to take him in their mouths first. Instead, they wind up in a three-way lip lock with one another and his dick, kissing and slurping and licking at the head of his shaft as they also sloppily makeout with one another at the same time.

  Harry supposed he could have forced one of them down to his balls while letting the other deep throat his cock. The obvious choice would have been Wednesday of course, since Enid was his Best Girl. But… he doesn't do that. He wants them to truly share everything with one another once he's gone. He wants them to carry this cooperation into the forward.

  That's why he leaves them to three-way makeout with his just his dick tip. And to their credit, once Enid and Wednesday both realize he's not going to step in, they bring their hands up and begin stroking his member as well. Even as they stare up at him from below, French kissing his cockhead and jerking him off, Harry can't help but grin.

  Finally though, they manage to tip him over the edge again. He doesn't bother warning them though, preferring it to be a surprise. They both are forced to rear back as he begins to cum, their eyes widening as his seed sptters across their faces. Enid recovers first and yanks Wednesday in close, hugging her dormmate and friend and pushing her cheek into Wednesday's cheek.

  The result is that his entire load nds on their faces and tits rather than anywhere else in the room, coating them from their foreheads to their nipples in white, hot spunk. Harry cums and cums, truly unleashing on the two girls, but they clearly don't mind. In fact, when he's finally done with this test release of his, Enid and Wednesday turn to one another in unison and begin to eat his cum right off of the other girl's face and breasts.

  He approves quite frankly. And in the spirit of keeping that sort of thing going, Harry uses his magic to lift them both up into the air. The higher they rise, the more their bodies interlock and intertwine with one another, until they're hugging each other quite tightly. Carrying them over to the bed, Harry ys them out on their sides so they can continue cleaning one another off and kissing each other.

  Moving into position between them, he takes the top legs of both girls and drapes them over his shoulders, before slowly sliding his cock up between their grinding slits as they moan into one another's mouths. The middle of their new bed also lines up perfectly with their bodies at the moment, completing the aesthetic of the moment and making for a truly spectacur… if sacious picture.

  Enid the preppy and colorful Werewolf was id out on the rainbow half of the canopy bed, while Wednesday the emo and monochrome Goth was id out on the bck and white half of the canopy bed. All the while, Harry's cock slides up between their bodies, bridging the gap so to speak.

  Finally, he pulls back from hot dogging their pussy lips and grinding against their soft abdomens and begins to tease their slits properly. Until at long st, Harry angles himself and sms into Enid's cunt first. But just because he enters her first doesn't mean he stays there. His cock pulls out and a moment ter he's inside of Wednesday too. Alternating back and forth between them at a rather rapid pace, it takes both Enid and Wednesday a little while to realize he's fucking them at the exact same time when they look into one another's eyes and moan out in the same fulfilled fashion.

  Harry chuckles as they pause briefly to look down between their bodies at where he's seamlessly plowing them both on their sides equally and deeply. They then look up at him, the sheer wonder in their eyes causing him to ugh even harder. Not that he ever stops fucking them. Finally, the two seem to just accept that it's happening and to enjoy the ride because they turn back to one another and return to heatedly making out even as his cock splits their pussies open one after another.

  They cum for him over and over again, even as their nubile bodies writhe and shudder on the shared bed before him. Harry, meanwhile, runs his hands along the legs he has draped over their shoulders, before eventually leaning forward to really give it to them both. Until finally, he can't hold back any longer and pulls out at the st second to slide his cock right back up between their bodies.

  Its there that he cums, spttering their fronts with his seed for the second time in just a short while. His cum winds up coming up from between their tits, spurting out of the valleys created by their shared cleavage and covering their faces again. They flinch in surprise for a moment before showing their insatiable, ravenous slutty sides all over again as they dive back in to once more slurp his seed off of each other.

  From there, Harry doesn't bother holding back anymore or trying to fuck them equally. He flips them over so that Wednesday is on the bottom and Enid is on the top and he fucks Enid doggystyle vigorously aggressively. Then, he fucks Wednesday with her legs up in the air and her toes curling in ecstasy as Enid recovers off to the side.

  Harry doesn't let up from there either. He spends the rest of the night fucking the two young women in a variety of different positions and in every hole they have. Mouth, cunt, ass… nothing is off-limits. Nothing is left untouched. He makes sure they both know that they belong to him in the end. Even if he'll be leaving them behind for a time, even if they won't see him for a while as he makes sure everything is secure over in Greendale, Harry won't let them ever forget who their Master is.

  By the time he's done with the two of them, the sun is starting to rise. They've been fucking for hours and hours and both Enid and Wednesday are absolutely spent even as they y with their sweaty limbs intertwined in the center of their new shared bed.

  Standing at the foot of the bed, still completely fine, Harry admires the view for a moment before conjuring up the first two magical dildos he'll be leaving behind to remember him by. Setting them on Enid and Wednesday's pillows right behind their heads for the sleeping girls to find when they wake up, he then moves through the rest of Nevermore, delivering simir 'gifts' to every woman who deserves one.

  Finally though, it's over. At long st, Harry is ready to depart. Nevermore has been fun and oh so productive, but his quest is far from over and the clues he's managed to uncover take him to Greendale next.

  Somehow, Harry doesn't think Greendale will be quite so… tame as Nevermore and Jericho turned out to be. Oh sure, there'd been monsters and murderers running around here when he'd shown up, and a grand conspiracy to resurrect some old racist bag of bones from the dead to boot. But all of that was… well, it hadn't been anything Harry couldn't handle.

  Greendale would have actual magic in spades through from what he understood. Hell magic at that. It should be more of a challenge, and Harry was already taking it more seriously in his head than he'd ever taken Nevermore.

  At the same time though, he can't help but grin at the thought of visiting a pce that the magical government of the states had deemed 'too dangerous' to police.

  This? This was going to be fun.

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