The honeymoon chamber was a dream woven in silk and starlight.
Four hearts beat as one behind the closed doors — James and his wives, basking in the magic of their union. The air shimmered with unspoken promises. Their bodies were no longer just lovers, no longer just students caught in secret trysts. They were bonded now — by magic, by vows, by aching, insatiable need.
James turned to them, and the look in his eyes made Lily's breath hitch.
Dominance.
Possession.
Love.
He stepped closer, and the three girls instinctively stilled. There was no question who he'd touch first. Lily — his first love, his flame.
"Sit," he said softly, guiding her to the bed.
She obeyed, heart pounding, her eyes already half-lidded with anticipation. Her red hair spilled over her shoulders, and her crimson dress shimmered with each breath she took.
He leaned in and kissed her — slow, deep, possessive. His tongue brushed past her lips and found hers waiting, eager. She let out a soft sound of longing as his fingers drifted over her chest, gently cupping the curve of her breasts through her dress.
Lily moaned quietly, her fingers gripping his arms. She arched into his touch, silently begging for more. James obliged, rubbing her nipples through the fabric, teasing and circling until they peaked under his touch.
Her dress slipped lower, revealing the top curve of her breasts, a hint of green lace peeking out. His mouth followed the exposed trail — lips pressing against her neck, trailing downward, lingering at the edge of the V-line.
"James…" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please… more. Suck them. Please."
He didn't need to be asked twice.
With a slow pull, he tugged the dress down, revealing her lingerie in full — a lacy green set that made his cock twitch in his trousers. It hugged her breasts like it was made to tempt him, and maybe it was.
His kisses grew rougher, more demanding. He tugged her bra down, exposing her fully to the cool air and his hungry gaze.
She gasped when his mouth found her nipple, his tongue circling, sucking, his hands sliding lower to stroke her thighs.
Lily's moans filled the room, soft at first, then louder as James's fingers explored her heat. He stroked her through the lace, finding her clit and teasing it gently. She was already soaked, the fabric clinging to her folds.
"James… James…" Her hands gripped his hair now. "Please, don't tease… Just give it to me… You know how much I need you…"
But James only smiled against her skin.
"Not yet," he whispered. "You come once… then I'll give you what you're begging for."
He slipped the lingerie aside, revealing her glistening core. He kissed his way down, past her stomach, her hips, until he was between her thighs.
"James, please—" Her voice cracked.
His fingers parted her, and he dipped his tongue inside, drawing a cry from her lips. He moved slowly at first — licking, sucking, tasting. Then faster, finding that spot that made her hips jerk. He curled his tongue upward, flicking her clit.
She gasped, legs shaking. "I'm… I'm gonna… James, please—"
"Then come, Lily," he said, voice low and full of hunger. "You're mine now. A Potter. My bride. Come for me."
He sucked her clit hard, and that was it.
Her back arched off the bed as her orgasm ripped through her. Her moan was long, trembling, her hands clutching his hair as she came in waves, soaking his tongue. James held her through it, kissing her thighs, murmuring praise.
When her body stilled, she collapsed against the pillows, dazed and glowing.
James looked up, his mouth slick with her pleasure. "That was beautiful, Lily."
She blinked at him, breathless, still riding the aftershocks. "That was… gods…"
"Is it always this intense for you when I take control?" he teased, brushing hair from her face.
She laughed weakly. "Worse. Watching you dominate me… knowing the others are watching too…"
James turned slightly, where Bella and Amaryllis were perched nearby, flushed and aroused, watching with hungry eyes.
"You girls enjoyed the show?" he asked, smirking.
"Very much," Bella said, licking her lips. "But I think our Gryffindor princess needs a bit more help if we're sending her to the moon tonight."
"Anything for our girl," Amaryllis added with a sultry smile.
The two joined them on the bed, surrounding Lily like worshippers. Bella leaned down and began kissing her chest, while Amaryllis cradled her face and kissed her lips with surprising tenderness.
James sat back for a moment, watching his three wives melt into each other, and his arousal pulsed stronger than ever.
Then Bella leaned in and whispered something into James's ear — something bold.
His eyebrows rose, and he chuckled. "You sure?"
Bella grinned and reached into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a magical toy — a dual-ended wand crafted by Zonko's more… adult-oriented branch.
Lily blinked in surprise. "Wait… what are you—?"
"Relax, love," Bella purred. "You've taken James in your mouth and your lovely little pussy. Let's open you up… gently. No rush. Just pleasure."
Lily hesitated, but Amaryllis kissed her cheek. "We've both done this before, Lily. You can trust us. It'll feel amazing. And it'll make next time with James even better."
James cradled her thighs and kissed her stomach. "We'll stop anytime you want. Just say the word."
"…Okay," Lily finally said, voice soft but excited. "Just… be gentle?"
Bella nodded, mounting one end of the toy between her legs and coating it with magic-lubricated slickness. She pressed it gently to Lily's rear, circling, easing in just the tip.
Lily gasped, face flushed, but Amaryllis kissed her and whispered soft encouragements.
"You're doing so well," James said, his hand stroking her thigh. "Look at you. Gorgeous. Brave."
Bella moved slow, inch by inch, until Lily let out a moan that turned into a whimper of delight. The toy stretched her in tandem with Bella's own rhythm, and the girls began moving in harmony — Lily's body overwhelmed with stimulation.
Amaryllis was now kissing her deeply, while James knelt before them, stroking himself.
And when Lily finally begged for it, James moved between her legs.
Her opening was soaking wet, needy and ready.
With one long thrust, he slid inside, and Lily cried out in joy.
The three of them moved together — Bella thrusting from behind, James from the front, Amaryllis kissing her senseless in between.
Lily came again, and again. She was crying out James's name, her voice broken by waves of pleasure, clinging to all of them.
When James was near his end, he leaned close and whispered, "Come with me, Lily."
She nodded, breathless. "Yes… please…!"
Bella matched his thrusts. "Let's finish this together."
And they did.
James spilled into her, deep and hot, just as Bella thrust one last time and Lily screamed her climax into Amaryllis's kiss.
Her body went limp, trembling. She collapsed into the pillows, tears at the corners of her eyes — not from pain, but from overwhelming bliss.
She passed out moments later.
James pulled out slowly, panting, holding her gently.
Bella and Amaryllis kissed her cheeks, tucking her in with soft murmurs and warmth.
"She really is our princess," Bella whispered.
"And tonight," Amaryllis smiled, "we gave her a queen's pleasure."