Wanda moved through the silent cottage with delicate steps. Something inside of her told her not to make too much noise; perhaps it was experience from working with SHIELD. Although it was rare to see her given such a task, she'd been on an espionage mission or two in her time. This time, the reward waiting at the end was a prize unlike anything she chased before.
She found the master bedroom easily, her feet not having forgotten the path. She remembered Fleur's screams that lured her before. Now, everything was silent. Wanda pushed the door open, creating only the softest of creaks.
Harry was asleep in the bed on his back wearing nothing but his boxers. The sheets were rumpled and mixed up around him, doing nothing to cover his body as he snored. Hermione worked him hard over the course of the day before she headed home. Now, it was Wanda's turn.
She slipped up to the bed, climbing over the footboard. Wanda crawled forward on all fours. Her transparent dress clung to her body and curves. She straddled Harry's legs, her fingers reaching down to tug on his underwear. It slid down smoothly, almost gliding across his broad manly thighs. Wanda could smell his musk. It was a manly scent, still bearing hints of Hermione's mild perfume.
His dick bobbed out.
It was already hard, as if it knew she was coming. Wanda leaned forward in a trance. She left Harry's underwear around his knees, pressing her face to his dick. She felt its warmth against her cheek, rubbing her face along it desperately. So big… Throbbing… She needed to have it.
Wanda opened her mouth as wide as it would go, stretching till her jaw ached. Even after doing all of that, she barely got her lips open enough to fit Harry's meat inside of them. It strained her mouth in ways she'd never felt. Wanda kept the tip in her mouth, running her tongue over it and shivering at the taste. She pushed her lips lower, desperate to kiss his body beneath the base. Although it was uncomfortable, she didn't hesitate or stall. She'd gone through things that would drive an average civilian insane. A little bit of discomfort from a straining throat was nothing to her. Wanda pushed her head down so far that her hips and ass were visible over her back.
Finally, Wanda made it to her goal. She pressed her lips into Harry's body, feeling the scratchiness of hairs against her face. It felt like Mjolnir's entire handle was sticking down her throat. Wanda shivered from the warmth, feeling her saliva moisten his shaft. She moved her head to his tip, then sank it back down three more times. When she deepthroated him, she stuck out her tongue each time, running it over his balls. Every time she did this, she discovered them tighter than the last time.
Wanda was content to milk Harry's dick while he slept. It was obvious that he needed it, with how hard his dick was when she arrived. Fucking Hermione for a whole day hadn't been enough to properly tire out his stamina. Wanda would gladly swallow his cum for him, over and over if she had to, if that was what it took to let him sleep peacefully. She had no plans to wake him up on purpose, so it was a surprise when a hand stroked her forehead, brushing her hair out of the way.
Wanda looked up, her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk with half of Harry's dick in her mouth. Harry was staring at her, his chin pressed to his chest as he tilted his head up. His green eyes observed Wanda as he fingers continued to stroke her. Their mere touch sent tingling sensations through her body. She wasn't sure that was because of anything in particular that Harry was doing, though. That could have just been how starved for personal affection she was.
Harry took in her appearance. He saw the way she was dressed, with lingerie visible beneath her nightdress. More importantly, he saw the way those clothes had been ruffled and the bite on the side of Wanda's neck. He didn't bother asking silly questions, because he knew: his wife was offering a gift for him.
The hand on Wanda's forehead slowly slid around to the back of her scalp. Harry tilted his head, asking a silent question. She nodded as much as she could. With a soft smile, Harry pushed her down.
"Glak! Glak! Glak!"
Wanda felt almost detached as she listened to herself gag. It was like it was coming from someone else entirely. Yet she could feel her throat stinging, her eyes beginning to water. More importantly, she could feel Harry's strong grip on her. Somehow, just the feeling of his flexing fingers was making her pussy moisten against its thong.
Harry's hips started to move. When he pushed Wanda's head down, his crotch would grind up into the motion, forcing his tip centimeters further down her throat. A small difference felt big in the midst of something like this. Already, Wanda couldn't shake the feeling that if he went any further, his dick would be down in her chest!
She had to plant both her hands on either side of his hips just to stay stable. But she didn't complain. Her throat was here for him. That was what she had decided, right? And there was a thrill knowing that he was awake now. He could see what she was doing for him. He might even praise her!
It was strange that praise from a man she knew less than a week could have this effect on her, but that was just how Harry was. Being around him drew you toward him. It wasn't just Fleur's machinations that made women hurl themselves into his arms. Some kind of primal feeling urged Wanda to give into him, to let herself be his, because nothing would make her happier. As someone who could control the minds of others, she didn't think this was any kind of conscious power on Harry's part; it was just a passive trait he exuded.
As Harry pushed her down again, Wanda's tongue moved over his balls the way it had before. She found them tighter than before, giving her a slight warning of what was about to happen. This time, Harry didn't let her up.
He held her head down against him, keeping her flow of air cut off. Because he was so big, she could feel it. Something was moving up through his dick. Wanda shut her eyes in anticipation.
Harry's load spilled into her throat, released so deep that only a few drops ended up in Wanda's mouth to taste. She made the most of those, collecting them with her tongue as soon as Harry allowed her head up. It was bitter, yet sweet, and as addictive as any drug.
"I didn't allow you to stay hoping for this," Harry said. His voice was still a touch husky from sleep, leaving him sounding extra masculine. "You don't have to pay me back, if that's why you're doing this."
"It's not," Wanda said. "I want— NEED you."
Harry accepted this with the ease of a man used to hearing such things. He pushed himself up, placing his back against the wall behind him. Despite having flooded Wanda's throat with semen, Harry's dick was still perfectly hard. Wanda could see not just her spit on it, but her lipstick as well. Tangible signs of where she had been.
"Come," Harry said.
With her decision made, he was not going to hesitate. He moved his legs, getting his boxers down off his knees and kicking them aside. Wanda straddled him, placing herself within the range of his grip. His hands grabbed her hips, squeezing them with noticeable power.
Wanda slid her hips back and forth along his dick. The thin layer of clothing over her pussy had been saturated long ago with arousal. She rubbed herself on him, feeling the pressure against her second pair of lips.
As she grinded, Harry's hands moved over her body. They possessed a deftness now that had been lacking when he forced Wanda's head down. They were delicate as they removed the straps of her nightdress from over her shoulders. Harry grabbed it, tugging it off over Wanda's head, revealing her half unstrapped lingerie.
Wanda hissed and gasped. She could feel her body reacting, and even without any penetration she was sure she could cum if she kept this up. Harry tugged on her lacy underwear. His fingers unclasped straps one by one. He did all the work, while Wanda focused only on her sliding hips. Her bra came loose, hanging over her breasts, then was pulled off and tossed away. Each was big enough to fill a hand, with nipples that pointed slightly upward. Harry scraped his thumb over each sharp pink tip, earning gasps from Wanda every time. He pinched one between two fingers, pulling before letting go. Her natural breast bounced and jiggled in place, earning a smile from Harry and a moan from Wanda herself.
He'd already ridden her thighs of all their extra straps. The only thing Wanda wore was her panties, and these Harry didn't remove. He reached down and pushed them to the side, out of the way of Wanda's pussy. It was chilly having it exposed, even in the relative warmth of the cottage, because the air stimulated Wanda's sopping lips.
She knew what it was time for now. She moved her hips forward, all the way to the tip of Harry's huge dick. She dug her hips down, allowing her lips to engulf his tip. Then, she lifted her hips back up, moving his dick with them, and dropped her weight down.
"Ooooooohhhhhh!" Wanda moaned, her mouth making an "O" shape. Her back naturally arched forward, her hands groping Harry's muscular chest as she sought stability. He felt even bigger inside her pussy than he had in her throat. If Wanda shut her eyes, she easily could've imagined that he was reaching her stomach.
She was in too much of a daze to move her hips. Luckily, Harry was on hand to help her out. He grabbed her waist and lifted her whole body, moving her down again, pushing his dick through her.
"Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" Wanda moaned. If her expression had been photographed now, it would have been the end of her hero career. No villain would've been able to take her seriously after seeing it.
She was gradually getting used to this, though. She remembered what she came here for, and her initial resolve. She wanted to serve Harry. She wanted to pleasure him. So what was she doing, sitting here making him do all of the work? Wanda's body started to move as she braced her knees, rolling her hips without any help. Harry smirked, sliding his grip up to her back.
As Wanda rode him he pulled her chest to him. Her palms hit the wall above his head, Harry ducking down and biting her breasts. Wanda had met women bigger than her in that regard—the astrophysicist who helped solve the Westview crisis came to mind—but hers still offered plenty to suck on. Harry stretched his lips wide, biting down and tugging on her nipples. Like husband like wife: both he and Fleur seemed to love marking her with their teeth.
Wanda loved it too. She had the strange sensation she was being passed between these two almost superhumanly attractive specimens, each of them using her as they liked.
Her folds tightened around Harry's dick as she came for the first time. She'd orgasmed time and again over the last few days, but it was different when it was with a man. Even as she came she could feel Harry's dick continuing to move inside of her, heedless of her reaction. It nearly made her cum twice in a row.
One of Harry's hands moved down her back, groping her ass while she rode him. He bit her nipple again, running his tongue over her skin while it was in his mouth. Wanda screamed so loud she could be heard across the whole house.
She wondered what Fleur was doing. Was Harry's wife touching herself somewhere to the sounds of them? Or was she right outside the door, peering in the way Wanda had?
This one seemed right. Now that Wanda paid attention to it, she sensed the feeling that they were being watched.
Wanda chose to put on a show. She pulled her body back, her tits leaving Harry's mouth, and moved her hands onto his thighs. Harry let her do it. She leaned back, moving her hips up and down faster than before, Harry's dick sliding into her pussy as fast as she could manage. Her hair hung down behind her back, and Wanda laughed out loud with flushed cheeks, feeling indescribably refreshed. It was as if a huge weight had been pried off of her shoulders!
All of her actions screamed: "Look at me!" Harry was certainly looking. Eyes that must have seen tens or even hundreds of beautiful women in this position gazed admiringly at Wanda's bouncing chest, her breasts bearing the marks of his teeth. Wanda wasn't slowing down for anything now—
"Mommy!"
The voice pierced her cloudy mind like an awful arrow. Wanda gasped, her hips stopping completely. It couldn't be…
Yet when she looked to the side, Tommy—her son—was looking at her.
"Mommy?" he repeated.
His brother Billy appeared at his side. "Mom?" said Billy. "What are you doing? We need you."
"We NEED you," they said together, turning it into a chant. "We NEED you. We NEED you! WE NEED YOU!"
As they spoke, copies of them appeared. Soon the room was full of her children, a dozen Tommy's and a dozen more Billy's all screaming at her. Wanda fell back, spasming, sliding off of Harry and scrambling away.
"What in Merlin's name…?" Harry muttered. Rather than looking at Wanda and her fearful reaction as he said this, he seemed to be looking at the copies of her kids just like she was.
"WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU! WE NEED YOU!"
Wanda screamed, pressing her hands to her ears and squinting her eyes. Vaguely, she saw Harry's eyes move away from the army of her children and lock on the door.
"Ah. I get it," he said, his expression getting dangerous. "We have an uninvited guest."
Something appeared in his hand, Wanda couldn't even guess from where. It looked like a branch off a tree, roughly a foot in length. He aimed it at something—
But Wanda passed out before she could see what, her dear children's voices ringing in her ears.
"WE NEED YOU! WE NEED you! WE need you! We need you. we need youuuuuuuu…"
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