Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Poll Winner

Themes: Threesome, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly

Summary: Harry's parents entered him into a magically binding arranged marriage but some kind of error results in him being engaged to not one but both of the Patil twins. Luckily not only have the sisters had extensive training to fulfill all of their future husband's needs and desires, they've both always carried a shared torch for the Boy-Who-Lived, even more so now that Harry is the Man-Who-Won. 

-x-X-x-

Sitting down at the table with a heavy sigh, Harry rolls his shoulders and settles in for what’s sure to be a long wait, followed by… an intense confrontation.

“Shall I get you anything while you wait, Master Potter?”

Looking to the waiter, Harry can practically feel the hero worship rolling off of the man. Shaking his head, he almost sends the other wizard away, but in the end he thinks better of it at the last second.

“Uh, actually… some water would be great, thanks.”

The waiter bows and leaves the room. Harry could have technically summoned water himself, but what was the point when you were in one of the fanciest restaurants in all of Wizarding Britain? He’d paid plenty for this reservation, so he might as well get his money’s worth. After all, he was sure to be here a-

Harry blinks as the door to the private room opens. Only, rather than the waiter, the two women that he was expecting to have to wait for have arrived. Early, in fact. And neither of them are nearly as angry as he expected them to be. As Parvati and Padma Patil step into the room, Harry’s breath is honestly taken away for a moment. The twins are all grown-up, just as he himself is. It’s been a year since Harry’s final clash against Voldemort. A year in which he’s turned eighteen… and found out he was apparently in an arranged marriage.

In that time, Parvati and Padma have blossomed even more from the beautiful young women he knew at Hogwarts. They’re both gorgeous and dressed to stun as well. They’re wearing traditional Indian attire akin to what they’d worn all those years ago to the Yule Ball, except with a lot more skin showing, a lot more lace and gems and jewelry adorning their dusky bodies.

Mouth unbelievably dry, Harry is quick to stand and clear his throat.

“Um… thank you both for coming on such short notice…”

The smiles that the twins give him are not at all what Harry was expecting. They even let him pull out their seats for them before he retakes his own. Before they can begin speaking, the waiter comes back with Harry’s water, which of course leads into the man asking the Indian witches what they would be having. Harry doesn’t begrudge them the bottle of wine they end up ordering.

Once the waiter is gone again and it’s just the three of them, Harry shifts in his seat.

“You… both know why you’re here, right?”

He’d hoped it had been explained to them, but if not… well, that would certainly explain their good moods at the moment. Parvati and Padma exchange a glance with one another before nodding their heads. Parvati is the one to speak up, or so Harry assumes since she’s wearing Gryffindor colors while her sister is clad in Ravenclaw blue.

“Yes, Harry. We’re here for you to choose.”

At this, Padma immediately jumps in.

“I hope that you take everything into account when making your choice, Harry. My sister and I are identical in looks, no matter what glamor charms she might use to differentiate us. However, in terms of intelligence…”

Parvati scowls at that, but the aforementioned glamor charms just make it look beautiful on her face.

“You just couldn’t go two seconds without trying to undermine me, could you sister?!”

Padma lets out a haughty sniff at this, while Harry looks between the two of them, bewildered. Before they can continue sniping at one another, he quickly speaks up.

“Ladies, please! Hold on just a second… you… both want this?”

The ‘this’ in question was an arranged marriage that Harry’s father had entered him into right after he was born. Knowing what he knew of James Potter, Harry imagined his dad thought he was being mighty clever, given what he’d done. The way the contract was worded, Harry wasn’t engaged to just one of the Patil girls. He was engaged to both. Something about their magic and the magic of the contract meant that they were considered a package deal.

Needless to say, when Harry had found out, he’d been appalled. It wasn’t that he was against the concept of an arranged marriage, at least for himself. But the idea of the other party being forced into it by magic had upset him greatly, especially after his Fourth Year. Not only had the Goblet of Fire been a similarly magically binding contract, but the Yule Ball, in which he and Ron had taken the Patil Twins, had been a complete bust of a date! He’d let Ron’s angst get to him and hadn’t even danced with Parvati that night!

Harry had gone out of his way to find a way to fix things, but unfortunately he’d only managed to find a partial loophole. Specifically, he could get away with ONLY marrying one of the Patil Twins. That was why they were here today… to discuss which one of them would be stuck in magical matrimony with him while the other got to go live their life. Or so Harry had thought.

Exchanging a glance, Parvati and Padma frown for a moment before turning to him in unison.

“Of course we do.”

“Why wouldn’t we want you, Harry?”

Harry waves a hand weakly in the air.

“Because… because I was a prat to you both at the Yule Ball?”

Parvati rolls her eyes while Padma giggles.

“A single bad date. Is that what has you in such a tizzy?”

“And the very next year, you were our hero in the DA. We wouldn’t have passed our Defense OWLS without you, you know.”

Mouth opening and closing, Harry looks between the two beautiful Indian witches, feeling increasingly out of his depth.

“W-Well I… maybe you don’t want to be tied down to me? Maybe you had other plans for your lives?”

The Twins exchange another glance at that before shaking their heads.

“Harry, we were raised thinking we both had an arranged marriage waiting for us. This WAS our life plan. And besides, becoming your wife doesn’t stop us from doing the other things we want to do. Padma wants to be a researcher; I want to write for Witch Weekly. We can each do those things AND be married to you, you know.”

Padma nods at her sister’s words… before grinning wickedly.

“Of course, any discoveries I make would belong to House Potter if you chose me instead of my sister.”

“Padma!”

“What? Just saying~”

Parvati looks fit to blow, but Harry just shakes his head.

“I mean… you can technically both marry me, if you want.”

That gets their attention, and Harry quickly outlines the truth of the marriage contract. Because of his efforts to save at least one of them, Parvati and Padma had come here under the impression that only one of them would be getting married. But all of the sudden…

“Honored Customers, the wine you ordered…”

“We’ll take it to go!”

Harry’s eyes widen right alongside the waiter’s as Parvati and Padma grab the bottle of wine and him as well and all but race out of the restaurant…

-x-X-x-

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

“Mmm~”

Harry groans into Padma’s mouth as the Ravenclaw Witch kisses him, their lips smacking together. Meanwhile, down between his knees… Parvati bobs away at his cock like there’s no tomorrow. The three of them are in a hotel room, having all but rushed here from the restaurant. Harry had to admit, he was getting a little hungry… but it was easy to ignore said hunger when he’d had a third of a now-empty bottle of wine and was enjoying the attentions of two incredibly beautiful witches.

Not just beautiful… identical too. Twin Indian witches, who had discarded their clothing by this point, revealing every inch of their sexy, dusky-toned bodies to him. Harry too was naked now, his cock halfway down Parvati’s throat while his hands are either in her hair or on her sister’s ass.

Disengaging from the lip lock, Padma looks down at where Parvati is busy sucking him off and rolls her eyes in fond amusement.

“She always was an overachiever in things where she thought she was better than me.”

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

Rather than pulling back off of his cock, Parvati keeps going… while giving her sister the finger. Padma snickers, even as she rubs her soft, beautiful breasts against Harry’s naked body.

“… I still can’t believe I didn’t ruin your guys’ opinion of me back in my Fourth Year.”

Padma just scoffs at that, even as she grabs his hand from her ass and guides him down between her legs. Soon, she has him fingering him while she humps his digits eagerly.

“We both knew it was Ron Weasley who ruined that night. You’re a good friend Harry, that’s all.”

Harry blushes at the praise, even as he shakes his head, preparing to defend Ron at all costs. But of course, Padma stops him by kissing him again and… truth be told, it’s much more fun to kiss her then to talk about his red haired friend.

This continues for a little while longer, until finally Parvati pops off of his cock, panting as she leaves it covered in her spit and glistening like it’s been polished.

“You’re ready. I want you inside of me, Harry. Right fucking now.”

Well, technically they were engaged so it should be fine, right? There was just one problem…

“What? No! You got to suck his dick! Now it’s my turn!”

“Don’t be dumb! Blowing a guy isn’t the same as fucking him! I did all the work; you don’t just get to swoop in and steal it!”

Harry can tell that if he doesn’t step in and do something, Padma and Parvati are going to be at each other’s throat. He has to decide, but he’s loath to pick either one of them for obvious reasons. No matter who goes first, the other will resent it. So what if… well…

Before they can really start to fight, Harry suddenly stands up. A smack of his hand on Padma’s bottom sends her over onto her side on the bed. Meanwhile, he reaches down and grabs Parvati, yanking her up and tossing HER onto the bed as well. The twin witches end up on their sides, facing one another as Harry steps up to them and grabs them by the ankles, pulling them both to the edge of the bed.

As he does so, they squeak and unconsciously cling to one another for support… just as planned. With their bodies pressed together, Harry grins as he lifts their top set of legs up and over his shoulders. Then, he slides his cock right between their snatches. Parvati and Padma gasp, before instinctively grinding their pussy lips along his shaft as he fucks back and forth between them.

He's never done this before. And yet, it feels almost natural weirdly enough. His cock glides along their slippery pussy lips, revealing just how wet they both already are as he groans in appreciation. Meanwhile, the Indian witches moan right back, facing one another and looking each other right in the eye as they hold each other close.

“Neither of you gets to go first. This relationship, if we’re going to make it work, will be one of equals. Alright?”

Looking up at him, perhaps seeing something in his emerald eyes that impresses upon them just how serious he is, Padma and Parvati slowly nod their agreement. Smirking, Harry continues to fuck them for a few moments like he currently is… and then, quick as a whip, he thrusts into Padma. But just as quickly, he pulls out and thrusts into Parvati. Neither witch even has a chance to either gloat or complain as he fucks back and forth between them. They’re too busy moaning up a storm, their slippery wet cunnies clenching and clinging to his cock as it thrusts in and out of both of them.

It's not easy, alternating between the two of them. Eventually, Harry grabs them both… and flips them over so Parvati is on her back and Padma is on her front. From there, it’s much simpler to fuck one of them at a time, and now that he’s gotten the whole ‘who gets to go first’ thing out of the way, Harry spends a little longer inside each of them as he fucks them. Going from one thrust at a time to thirty to sixty seconds, he luxuriates in their wanton moans.

This wasn’t how Harry expected things to go, but he’s certainly not complaining. He might still be a little annoyed at his dad for playing this ‘prank’ on him… but he could also be a little grateful as well, he supposed. So long as Parvati and Padma were fully on board, Harry wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

And as far as the Twins were concerned, they were more than on board. Moaning up a storm, the two end up kissing one another. Caught up in the fervor of passion, lost in the heat of their shared lust, the twins moan into each other’s mouths as their sexy, dusky, naked bodies rub against each other. Harry pulls out of Padma and thrusts into Parvati, fucking the Gryffindor Patil Twin hard and fast one moment, only to pull out a minute or two later and return to the Ravenclaw.

Back and forth he goes… but truth be told, he can’t last forever and he knows it. There’s a problem though. Who the fuck is he supposed to cum inside.

Ultimately, Harry comes to the conclusion that the answer is actually neither of them. They’re not married yet after all, so it wouldn’t be appropriate to knock them up before the wedding… or something. That’s his excuse and he’s sticking to it. Instead, Harry pulls out one last time and thrusts back into the space between their cunts. As their pussy lips wrap and grip greedily at his thrusting shaft, Harry grunts and finally lets himself cum.

It is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the best orgasm of his life. He cums and cums, his seed spraying across Parvati and Padma’s flexing abdomens and up between their squishing tits. They end up splattered across their faces for good measure, and for a moment he fears they’ll be upset. But then they just both moan and wiggle some more before beginning to lick his seed off of each other.

Harry, pulling out of the tightness that their grinding bodies creates, can only watch them for a moment before a wide grin spreads across his face, his cock already starting to twitch back to life.

… He’d always thought himself somewhat unlucky. His life had certainly been rather… difficult up until this point. But now? He thinks he might just be the luckiest man alive.