September 2024 Exclusive Poll Winner - His Brat Part 3 - Harry/Susan/Daphne *Reupload*

AN: All characters are above 19 years of age at the beginning of this story.

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It was another normal day at Hogwarts. Classes had just ended for the day, and Harry stepped out of the Charms classroom to talk with Hermione as they planned their meet-up in the library later that evening to get to work on Flitwick’s latest essay together. However, just a few moments into his conversation with her, someone suddenly shoved him forward.

“Watch yourself, Potter,” Daphne Greengrass snapped as she pushed her way past him in the corridor.

Harry blinked in surprise, staring at the blond-haired woman’s retreating back. Where had that come from? He’d said maybe all of twenty words to her throughout all of their time at Hogwarts, and she’d never been particularly rude to him before like Draco or Pansy behaved. She’d always maintained a cool, distant demeanour with just about everyone.

“What was that about?” Hermione asked, staring at Daphne’s back too.

“I have no clue,” Harry answered honestly.

“Did you do something to upset her?” Hermione asked curiously.

Harry turned to her with a frown. “Why would you think that I did anything?”

Hermione shrugged. “Daphne’s not the type to just go out of her way to push someone around like that.”

“And how would you know that?” Harry asked her.

“We’ve had lots of classes together,” Hermione answered. “We even sat beside each other in Ancient Runes and Arithmancy since we’re the top two students in those classes, and we’ve worked together in the library before. I can’t say that I know her especially well or could even call her a friend, but I know enough to recognise when she’s acting odd.”

“Maybe there’s something wrong with her then,” Harry suggested.

“Maybe,” Hermione agreed noncommittally.

Even if Hermione couldn’t give him an answer, he knew who could.

Later that night after he and Hermione left the library, he made a quick detour to the Room of Requirement where he found Pansy and Tracey waiting for him. Pansy, at least, had the foresight to wait on her knees, completely nude, just within the door to greet him. Tracey, however, was still adjusting to this new lifestyle. She was lounging back on the bed, still in her lingerie. She barely glanced up as he entered and instead went back to reading her copy of Witch Weekly.

“I tried to tell her, Master,” Pansy said as she grabbed onto his waistband, already eager to take his cock out. “But she wouldn’t listen.”

Harry gently swatted her hands away and walked around Pansy. He was annoyed that he had to deal with this issue so soon, but perhaps it could be to his benefit.

“Tracey,” Harry snapped.

“Hmm?” Tracey replied, not looking away from her magazine.

Harry stood there at the side of the bed, staring down at her. “One.”

Tracey didn’t move.

“Two.”

Again, nothing.

“Three.”

Suddenly, Harry grabbed Tracey and flipped her over onto her front. She squealed in surprise, but her voice rose even higher when he spanked her jiggly arse firmly.

“Count them off, brat!” Harry demanded. “Or else I start all over again!”

“One!” Tracey cried out.

Harry spanked her other cheek. His cock started to stiffen in his trousers as he gave Tracey the punishment that she was practically begging for.

“Two!” Tracey said, trembling on the bed. Harry could already see the beginnings of a wet spot forming on her panties. She must have been anticipating this, even hoping for it.

Harry kept swatting her behind until her cheeks glowed a beautiful red.

“Now are you ready to behave?” Harry asked her.

“Yes,” Tracey whimpered in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Harry turned around to Pansy and waved her over. Having just seen the punishment he’d given Tracey, she seemed to be in no mood to argue against his requests. She crawled over on her hands and knees, and this time Harry allowed her to fish his cock out of his trousers.

As Pansy’s warm mouth engulfed his cock, Harry looked over at Tracey. “You’re friends with Daphne, aren’t you?”

“I am, Master,” Tracey answered quickly. “She’s my closest friend.”

“She shoved past me earlier today and snapped at me,” Harry said. “Any idea what that’s all about?”

Tracey clearly knew something from the way her face changed. She looked like she was preparing herself to lie or evade the question, but then she rubbed her red arse and sighed. “I think that she’s upset that you’ve been taking up so much of my time.”

“She knows about us?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

Tracey nodded, blushing slightly. “She might have caught me touching myself in the shower, moaning your name,”

Harry chuckled lowly. “Is she jealous that I’m keeping her best friend busy?”

Pansy licked along Harry’s shaft and planted a wet, slobbery kiss against the tip of his cock. “Or she’s jealous that she’s not the one getting fucked by you.”

“Does she have a crush on me?” Harry asked both women.

“Maybe,” Tracey answered noncommittally. “It’s hard to say with Daphne. She keeps things close to the chest.”

“I’ve always wondered if she was a repressive magical brat,” Pansy admitted. “There have been times I’ve thought I felt something telling me that she was one, but if she is, then she hides it very well.”

“Do you have any insight into the matter?” Harry asked Tracey.

“I… maybe,” Tracey shrugged, uncertain of herself.

Harry narrowed his eyes on her. “I expect my brats to tell me the truth.”

He readied his hand like he was going to give her arse another strike. Tracey bit her lower lip in thought before speaking again.

“I think she is,” Tracey finally said. “I’ve felt the same thing too, but I always just wrote it off since Daphne’s really good at hiding it.”

If that was true, then Harry supposed it did make a great deal of sense. Magical brats gravitated towards each other, and it was quite common for many of them to be born around the same period of time as a very powerful wizard. If Daphne really was a magical brat, then there were at least three of them in Slytherin. The books he’d read had claimed that some powerful wizards had claimed as many as one hundred magical brats in their lifetime.

He couldn’t help but wonder if there were any magical brats in any of the other houses at Hogwarts? If so, they were bound to come out of the woodwork sooner rather than later. Now that he’d claimed his first magical brat, the others were sure to get an internal sense that it was time for them to get a move on with things.

“I’d like the two of you to organise something for me,” Harry said sweetly to both of them as he thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock past Pansy’s lips and into her throat. She gargled and gagged around his cock as he explained his plan to them.

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“Demelza!” Harry shouted from atop his broomstick. “You need to pick up the pace or you’re going to get left behind! Ginny’s already near the far post! You’ve got to be close enough for her to toss the quaffle to you so that you can trick the keeper!”

Demelza, flush with embarrassment, tightened her grip on her broomstick and straightened her body against it to pick up speed as she zoomed towards the far end of the pitch.

Harry watched with approval as she moved into position. As he was the quidditch captain again this year, he wanted to make sure that his final year was a good one. More than that, he wanted to make sure that the scouts coming from various professional quidditch teams saw his players at their best. While he wasn’t likely to go onto professional quidditch, Ginny and Demelza were gunning for professional positions, and he wanted the best for them.

Given the fact that they were already ahead of every other house with three wins and zero losses, they seemed to be the clear favourites to win the cup, but there were still three more matches to go this year.

Some of the other Gryffindor students who were fans of quidditch were seated in the stands as they watched the evening practice continue. There were a few students from other houses there too—mostly people who were looking to see if they could pick up on any of Gryffindor’s tactics and relay them back to their own quidditch team. But right smack dab in the middle of the western stands sat the three witches he was focused on.

As Harry lazily circled the pitch, keeping an eye on the beaters as they passed a single bludger between them, he made sure to fly close to Pansy, Tracey, and Daphne. The blond-haired witch was clearly unhappy to be here, nestled in between Pansy and Tracey. The two of them were keeping her from leaving until Harry had a chance to talk to her after practice. He could’ve easily had them bring her to him after practice was over, but he wanted to make her wait for him. It was a just punishment for pushing past him in the corridor the other day.

However, whatever plans he had in place for Daphne left his mind when he saw yellow robes of the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team marching down onto the pitch.

Harry blew his whistle to signal his players to return down to the pitch so that they could figure out what was going on. He swooped down in a smooth corkscrew and came to a stop just a few feet away from the new beater who was in charge of the team: Susan Bones.

Susan had been a dear friend of Harry’s for a couple of years now. She’d been one of the first to join the DA back in their fifth year, and she was wicked fast with her wand. Almost all of the boys in and around their year had a crush on the buxom, redheaded witch at one point or another, including Harry if he was being honest. He hadn’t seen her much as of late this year, given that she was so busy taking over the captain position of her house’s quidditch team.

“Hey, Susan,” Harry called out as they got close.

“Hey yourself,” Susan replied with a touch of hostility. “It’s our time to use the pitch.”

“No it’s not,” Harry frowned in confusion. He was sure it was their time; Headmistress McGonagall had given him the schedule just this morning.

“Yes, it is,” Susan argued. “You lot have had plenty of time to practice. It’s our time now.”

Several of his fellow members of the Gryffindor team had touched down on the grass by now and were within earshot to hear Susan’s comments. They visibly bristled at the argument that was brewing.

“Shove off, Bones,” Ginny spat at her. “Get off the pitch.”

“Make me,” Susan retorted, glancing at Harry to see if he had anything to say on the matter.

Suddenly, it all clicked in Harry’s mind. He’d heard those words enough times from Pansy and Tracey to know exactly what was going on here.

Susan was a magical brat too.

Some of the Hufflepuff players made a move to confront Ginny, and that led to the rest of the Gryffindor team backing her up. A bickering match erupted with some pushing and shoving, and Harry and Susan were the only two people not involved. She was just staring into his eyes defiantly, waiting for him to make a move.

And then a ball of fury came flying from the base of the stairs leading up to the stands.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Pansy screeched as she ran up and got into Susan’s face. “They were here first.”

“Who asked you, Parkinson?” Susan practically sneered. “Why don’t you run off and find your pathetic Death Eater boyfriend?”

“Draco’s not my boyfriend,” Pansy snapped.

“Oh? Then why have you been sneaking off every night after supper and in between classes?” Susan asked.

“Have you been spying on me?” Pansy demanded to know.

“Only because a slippery snake like you needs to be kept on a short leash.”

Was this how magical brats normally interacted? Harry was surprised to see it happening in front of his eyes like this. He’d read in the books that there were often hierarchies among magical brats—some would assert their dominance over others—but Pansy and Tracey had gotten on so well that he’d wondered if those stories were merely exaggerated.

Tracey and Daphne finally managed to catch up to Pansy, and the former was pulling Pansy back while the latter stared down Susan.

“You’re just trying to get Harry’s attention, aren’t you?” Daphne asked Susan coldly.

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” Susan replied quickly. “I’m just here to get my team the practice they need. And it’s time for Harry here to get off the pitch.”

Susan looked to Harry again, almost eagerly awaiting whatever rebuttal he could form. She wanted the verbal wordplay, to be put in her place.

Harry went to open his mouth, only for Daphne to beat him to the punch. “You’re pathetic,” Daphne told Susan. “You’re here begging for scraps when Pansy and Tracey already have everything they need from Harry.”

“Yeah, that’s right!” Pansy shouted in agreement. “You’re nothing to him!”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Susan said sultrily as she took a step closer to Harry. “He and I are very close.”

“I can see what you’re doing, brat,” Harry whispered when Susan was close enough to hear him. She froze in place and glanced up at him warily. “And I think it’s time we take our conversation elsewhere.”

Before Susan could argue against him, Harry unleashed his whistle again, making the fighting Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs come to a temporary halt.

“We’re going to sort this out inside the castle,” Harry announced to all of them. “Until then, both practises are cancelled. Understood?”

“Hey, you can’t do that,” Susan protested.

“I just did,” Harry retorted sharply. “Are you going to go against me? Or are you going to be a good girl and follow my orders?”

A faint blush settled in on Susan’s cheeks. “No, sir,” she murmured quietly.

The Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs saw the exchange but didn’t hear the words. Luckily, they managed to pick up on the outcome from the body language of the two of them. Reluctantly, after a few last-minute barbs and dagger-like glances, the two sides parted and slowly trudged their way back up to the castle.

“You’ll be coming with us too,” Harry told Daphne.

“You don’t get to order me around, Potter,” Daphne replied as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts.

“Oh, yes I do,” Harry retorted sharply.

“It’s cute that you think so,” Daphne said with a sly smirk.

Harry stepped closer to her. Despite the fact that Daphne was the tallest out of the four witches here, he still had to tilt his head down slightly to look at her.

“I think that you’ve forgotten who you’re talking to here,” Harry murmured huskily. “I know what you are and what you want from me, even if you try to hide it. This is your one chance to follow orders and see if I’m feeling generous enough to reward you for it. Otherwise, you’ll lose out on me forever. Your choice.”

He could see Daphne’s pupils dilating as he spoke, a sure sign of the lust she was feeling in that exact moment. Though her face and posture remained perfectly still, the effect he was having on her was undeniable.

“It’s fine, Harry,” Susan suddenly spoke up. “Leave her here. Why don’t you and I go—”

“I’ll go,” Daphne interjected smoothly. “Just to see what lunacy you’re going on about, Potter.”

Good, she was still fighting back a bit. He liked that.

“Then follow me,” he said to Daphne and Susan as he started up towards the castle. “Tracey, Pansy, come with us too.”

Like the good girls they were, the four women steadily followed Harry up towards the great doors that led inside the castle. Harry obviously had no intention of going to figure out this quidditch scheduling mess—for all he knew, this was just a desperate ploy from Susan to get his attention. Instead, he took them to the Room of Requirement.

He transformed the room into a large bedroom. A massive bed, easily big enough for all of them to lay stretched out comfortably, sat in the centre of the room, along with several bathtubs. Curtains covered windows, which would eventually be opened to let in the quickly-arriving moonlight. For now though, a warm fire and candles illuminated the room perfectly.

“In,” Harry directed them.

“What’s all this, Potter?” Daphne exclaimed as she took in the sights around her. “If you think that we’re just going to sleep with you because—”

“That’s exactly what I know you’ll do,” Harry retorted sharply. “Because brats do what they’re told. Isn’t that right, Pansy, Tracey?”

“Yes, master,” Pansy bowed her head dutifully.

“Usually,” Tracey added in agreement.

“You’ve done a marvellous job putting them in their place,” Susan cooed as she cosied up to Harry.

“I’ll be putting you in your place too,” Harry told her. “I can see what you’re doing.”

“And what is it that I’m doing?” Susan asked coyly.

“You’re trying to put yourself above Pansy and Tracey,” Harry pointed out the obvious. “You want to be my brat, but you don’t want to be like the rest. You want to be in charge of them too.”

“Is that such a bad thing to want?” Susan asked as she ran her hand up and down Harry’s chest.

No, it wasn’t. The books he’d read had made it clear that a hierarchy among brats was needed to help maintain a stable order. If they were all equal, then they could become unruly. The most powerful brats, magically speaking, could help the powerful wizard keep the others in line.

Susan was clearly volunteering herself for the job, and from all he’d seen from her in the DA and during the Battle of Hogwarts, he knew that she had the magical power to put herself above everyone else. But Daphne still had his curiosity. She was clearly irked by Susan, and she seemed quite the brilliant witch in her own right in Hermione and Tracey were to be believed. He couldn’t see her allowing Susan to walk all over her.

“Only a brat who obeys me would be allowed into such a position,” Harry said plainly. He caught Daphne glancing back at him out of the corner of her eye in interest. “Unless you can show me that you can do that, then I have no reason to allow you free reign over my other brats.”

“I can behave,” Susan purred.

“Then show me,” Harry told her.

He snapped his fingers, and Pansy and Tracey instantly started shedding their clothes. No matter how many times he watched them get stripped down, Harry never tired of seeing it happen before his eyes. Their gorgeous bodies were works of art, and they were all his.

It only took Susan a couple of seconds to catch on, and then she suddenly started stripping down in front of everyone too. It was a sight that Harry had only ever dreamt about, and now that it was playing out in front of him, he couldn’t contain his excitement.

As she unhooked her bra behind her back, her massive breasts were finally revealed to him. They were unbelievably plump and perky despite their size. Her pale skin paired nicely with her pale, pink nipples that stood at attention. Then, she ran her hands down her slim waist to her curvy hips, where she pulled her skirt and panties down in one smooth motion.

Susan stepped out of her clothes that had pooled on the floor around her feet and stepped forwards for Harry’s inspection. She twirled around, letting Harry see her fat arse that he wanted to grab onto so badly. He was already imagining just how much it’d jiggle if he spanked her whenever she misbehaved.

Off to the side, Daphne scoffed at Susan’s actions. “Is that it?”

Susan rounded on Daphne. “I don’t see you showing off your goods.”

Daphne looked torn between wanting to prove her superiority to Susan by stripping down nude and refusing to do so to not give Harry what he wanted.

“Go on,” Harry prompted her. “Prove you’re hotter than Susan here.”

“You’re not going to goad me into anything, Potter,” Daphne snapped back at him. “You think that you’re trying to be all cool and commanding, but you’re just pathetic.”

“You’re the one who came with me,” Harry pointed out. “You’re desperate to have me.”

“Please,” Daphne rolled her eyes.

Harry wanted to break her. “If you get down on your knees right now, I’ll even give you a taste of me before Susan gets a chance.”

“But I did everything that you asked for!” Susan shouted in outrage.

Harry gave her a sharp look that told her to be quiet. She visibly struggled to do so, but she gave in under Harry’s firm stare. Then, he looked back at Daphne and cocked an eyebrow at her.

“I won’t tell you again,” he said.

Finally, Daphne gave in and dropped to her knees.

Harry smiled at her action and walked right up to her. “Good girl,” he cooed as he petted the top of her head.

“Bite me,” Daphne muttered.

“If you ask nicely, I’ll consider it,” Harry told her as he undid his zipper. Again, Daphne’s pupils dilated and her breathing became more shallow as she focused in on his crotch. Susan’s show had gotten his cock nice and ready, and Daphne was now going to get her chance to prove herself if she wanted to be one of his brats.

His long, hard cock flopped out of his trousers and smacked Daphne in the face. She almost looked insulted to be degraded like that, especially when Harry dragged the tip of his cock down to her plump, red lips.

“Open up,” he commanded her.

It took a couple of seconds before Daphne parted her lips enough for Harry to be able to push forward. He sighed happily as his cock was engulfed by her warm, wet mouth.

Although Daphne wasn’t giving him the most enthusiastic blowjob he’d ever received, it was enough to know that she was doing it. It was a perfectly good first stage to start with; she’d eventually learn that she needed to give it her best effort to please him. Her lips formed a tight seal around his shaft, and she slowly started bobbing her head back and forth as her tongue lazily ran along the underside of his cock.

Behind him, Harry could practically sense the rage and indignation coming off of Susan. She’d been the eager one who’d offered herself to him first, and she wasn’t being rewarded for it the way that she wanted to be. It was good for her to realise that she couldn’t manipulate Harry into simply giving her what she wanted. He was the master here, not her, and she needed to accept that his will superseded everyone else’s. Pansy and Tracey came to her side to help soothe her anger, whispering to her that Harry was just trying to teach her a lesson.

Steadily, Daphne lathered his cock with saliva. He was impressed with the fact that she actually managed to take a decent bit of his cock into her mouth, but that wasn’t enough for him. He wanted her to take him deeper until he was buried down her tight throat.

“Is that the best you can do?” Harry asked sarcastically, trying to challenge her pride.

Daphne glared up at him through her thick eyelashes and mumbled out something around his cock, but he couldn’t quite make it out.

“You’ll have to try harder if you want to impress me. You do want to be my brat, don’t you?”

She looked positively petulant as she increased her efforts. It was cute how she was pretending she didn’t want to suck his cock even though she’d been the one to get down on her knees for it out of her own free will.

Clearly, her oral skills were a cut above what she’d been willing to show at first because she quickly started moving faster and faster. Her red lipstick smeared down his length as she took more of him inside of her. When Harry finally felt himself push into her throat, he let out a satisfied sigh.

“That’s more like it,” he commended her. “What a good brat.”

His words seemed to have a positive effect on Daphne. She wiggled her arse as she steadied herself and started pumping her head back and forth. Saliva started to drip out past her bottom lip and down onto her chin, where it then fell onto her school robes. He really needed to get her out of those.

That just gave him an idea.

“Stop,” Harry commanded suddenly.

Daphne froze in place, with his cock halfway down her throat. Chuckling at how good of a listener she was, Harry slowly pulled his slobber-covered cock out of Daphne’s mouth.

“I want you to strip and go stand next to Susan,” Harry told Daphne.

“Why?” Daphne asked instantly as she wiped her spit off of her chin.

“Brats don’t question their master,” Harry rebuked her.

Daphne’s lips twitched in annoyance, but she listened to his command regardless. She stood up and started undressing before him.

Unlike with Susan, Daphne didn’t put on as much of a show. She was much more simple in how she removed every last article of clothing from her body, but that only helped to highlight her natural grace and elegance.

Daphne looked like the perfect princess as she stripped down. Her breasts were nearly as large as Susan’s, and her body was just as flawless. Her cinched waist looked like it was perfectly sculpted for Harry to hold onto, and he knew that her jiggly arse would look perfect with him fucking her from behind.

As she tossed her clothes aside, Daphne finally stepped over next to the still-angry Susan. Susan crossed her arms beneath her enormous breasts, subtly lifting them up, while Daphne just placed her hand on her hip and stared Harry down.

“Satisfied?” Daphne asked him snarkily.

“Very,” Harry admitted honestly. These two beauties were simply divine.

“Then can we ditch the dead weight?” Daphne asked, gesturing at Susan.

“Excuse me?” Susan snapped. “Who do you think you are that you can get rid of me?”

“I’m not getting rid of you; Harry is the one to do that,” Daphne pointed out smugly.

“Harry doesn’t want to get rid of me, cow,” Susan replied angrily. “He wants to fuck me.”

“No, he wants to fuck me,” Daphne retorted. “Why else did he put you aside and go for me?”

“So that he could put you in your place,” Susan argued. “I already know my place as his Head Brat and—”

“Please,” Daphne scoffed. “You could never make it as his Head Brat. We all know that I’d be far more suited for the role.”

“In your fucking dreams,” Susan snarled. “You’re at the bottom of the totem pole. Harry won’t want anything to do with you after he’s had a taste of me.”

“Harry doesn’t want an easy, brainless slut to fuck,” Daphne said sharply. “He wants someone clever and intelligent by his side. Besides, we all know that I’m the most beautiful witch at Hogwarts.”

“The most beautiful hag, you mean,” Susan sneered. “I bet your pussy’s so loose from all of the trains the men in Slytherin ran on you that you’ll just be a massive disappointment for Harry.”

“No man has ever touched me there before, I can assure you,” Daphne replied, clearly agitated. “But I can’t say the same for you.”

“That just means that I have experience and can please Harry better,” Susan argued.

“Experience being a slag?” Daphne scoffed. “Yeah, that’s exactly what Harry’s looking for.”

“You bitch!” Susan screamed.

Suddenly, Susan charged Daphne and tackled her down onto the bed. The two witches scrambled for dominance, clawing at each other and trying to pin the other down. Tracey and Pansy rushed to intervene, but Harry waved them off. Honestly, seeing these two gorgeous witches wrestle naked like this was pretty hot, and his cock was just aching to get inside one of their pussies.

He let the brawl go on for a moment longer before he stepped closer to the bed. Evidently, he wasn’t the only one getting excited from this wrestling match. With their legs stretched out in front of him, Harry could see that both Daphne and Susan’s pussies were wet and ready for his cock.

Susan, using her slightly heavier frame, was able to get Daphne pinned underneath her. Daphne tried to squirm her way out, but Susan pinned the blond-haired woman’s hands over her head. Their breasts were squished together too as Susan bore down on top of Daphne, leaving her unable to move.

Susan’s smug, satisfied face only grew more so when Harry pressed his cock against her sopping wet pussy. “I win,” she told Daphne before a sweet moan left her lips as Harry pushed inside of her.

“Maybe you do want to be my Head Brat more than Daphne does,” Harry grinned down at Daphne’s frustrated face. “You’re certainly very willing and able to accept me.”

Susan’s walls were wonderfully tight around Harry’s cock. She was squeezing down on him and smothering him with all of the wonderful heat her pussy had to offer. It was impossible for him not to show his enjoyment plain on his face, which only made Daphne angrier.

“Always, Master,” Susan moaned loudly as Harry bottomed out inside of her pussy. She looked like she was in the throes of ecstasy as Harry conquered her fully.

Harry grabbed Susan’s plump arse and groaned as he started to fuck her roughly. Daphne was forced to stare up and watch as Susan got exactly what Daphne wished was being done to her at the moment, and Susan revelled in it. She made every perfect sound that told Daphne exactly how wonderful Harry’s cock felt inside of her tight little pussy and how grateful she was to be receiving it.

Harry’s hips worked smoothly as he pumped into her again and again, loving the way her walls practically squirmed around his invading cock. Her arse jiggled beautifully as his hips smacked off of it, driving him on to fuck her harder and harder so that her cheeks could keep rippling like this.

And yet, he knew that he was giving into her too much. He knew that this moment would seem like a triumph for Susan. Not only had she pinned down Daphne, her rival to become Harry’s Head Brat, but she’d also gotten Harry to fuck her first. If he wasn’t careful to nip this in the bud, this might be all that Susan needed to convince Daphne that she was the one in charge after all.

So, as hard as it was to leave Susan’s pussy, Harry did the next time he pulled back. Given how wet she was, Susan must have assumed that Harry had simply slipped out of her snug walls, but she quickly realised what was happening when she saw the satisfied look of pleasure cross Daphne’s face as Harry pushed into her pussy instead.

“No,” Susan whined, stretching out the word as she thrust her arse back against Harry’s belly.

“Be patient,” Harry said as he gave her arse a sharp spank. “Or you won’t get another turn.”

That shut Susan right up, but now she was the one with the angry expression as Daphne took her turn to gloat. “Yes,” Daphne cried out as Harry’s cock filled every inch of her tight pussy.

“Fuck,” Harry cursed as Daphne’s pussy clamped down hard around him suddenly. It felt so damned good that he couldn’t help but tense his thighs to stop himself from cumming too quickly.

Susan almost looked hurt that Harry had finally let out such an emphatic sound of pleasure. It was a blow to her pride that she hadn’t been the one able to do that to him.

Managing brats did seem like it would prove to be a challenge, but Harry was loving it so far. He fucked Daphne’s pussy with everything he had, plunging all the way to the deepest point inside of her pussy before pulling his hips back. It was a shame not to see her incredible breasts bounce on her chest as he fucked her, but he satisfied himself with seeing Daphne and Susan’s bodies rubbing against each other. He wondered what it would feel like to shove his head in between their jiggling breasts, but that would be quite difficult to do while he was still fucking them.

Daphne’s pussy was quivering around Harry’s cock in no time as he continued to fuck her hard and fast. Her moans sang in the air, and they weren’t only exciting him. Faintly, he could hear the wet sounds of Tracey and Pansy fingering their pussies behind him. They often did that when he was busy fucking the other witch in the room, so long as they had his permission of course. They hadn’t asked if they could do it right now, but Harry couldn’t bring himself to stop fucking Daphne to punish them.

Once he’d built up to a nice pace fucking Daphne and getting her adjusted to his girth, he pulled out of her again and returned to Susan. Her scream of pleasure as he filled her up in one smooth thrust was well worth the pain of Daphne’s groan of loss.

Harry switched between their pussies regularly, never giving one of them too much so as to allow them to think that he had a favourite. Both of them were unbelievably incredible and felt like goddesses wrapped around his cock. He hadn’t quite decided who would become his Head Brat, but then again, he didn’t think that he wanted to do that quite yet. Better to watch the two of them act in competition with one another and seek to please him instead. He’d have to choose one of them eventually, but that was a problem for another time.

Right now, his problem was deciding whose pussy he was going to cum inside. He could feel his cock starting to pulse inside of their pussies, and each time he switched between them, there was an incessant demand from his body to just bury his cock in whichever pussy he was in and fill up their womb with cum.

He knew that he couldn’t decide though. Both of them were just too good. Susan was willing and very obedient, but Daphne had this cold brattiness inside of her that was just so much fun for Harry to break down and overcome.

In the end, he knew he couldn’t favour one over the other. So he made one final request of them.

“Both of you, get on your knees in front of me.”

He pulled back then and watched the two witches scramble to get onto their knees on the floor. When they saw Harry stroking his slick cock, they pressed their faces together as they fought to be the more central one, ready for his cumshot. Neither could gain the edge, but it did lead to the tantalising sight of their massive breasts squishing against each other’s.

“Cumming,” Harry groaned as he let loose a torrent of cum across both of their faces.

Susan and Daphne opened their mouths wide as Harry’s cum splattered across their brows. Each subsequent spurt landed on another part of their faces or in their mouths, and they kept jostling to try to be the one to receive the next spurt.

Harry couldn’t believe his eyes when he finished cumming. The two witches who’d fought each other so much were now licking each other’s faces clean of his cum.

He didn’t have a Head Brat yet, but at least he had two new brats added to his collection. The only question was who would he find to join next.