The Patil Twins Pt. 2

He wondered, just how they would present themselves to him when the time finally came. He thought at first, he might not have given them enough time to truly prepare for the night, but when Septima finally led the Patil twins into his quarters before slipping back out quiet as a mouse, Harry belatedly realized he actually gave them both too much time, if he truly wanted to leave them rushed or stressed.

Luckily that wasn't his intention to begin with, because two witches with hours to prepare and magic at their fingertips would pull out all the stops to get his attention. They were absolutely gorgeous… and visibly glaring at one another as they tried to posture and pose to draw his eye in each of their directions. Harry gazes at both of them, enjoying what he sees and not really spending more time on one or the other as he takes in the delicious, delectable view.

Parvati was dressed like a harem girl, plain and simple. Or perhaps a belly dancer, but he imagined that not even belly dancers back in India usually wore this little clothing. Her belly was on display of course, but so were her long, gorgeous legs and her breasts… and practically all of her. The most solid pieces of her outfit were her jewelry. Earrings in her ears of course, but also a belly piercing, and a necklace, and something like a gold belt.

Other than that, the cloth she wore was so fine that Harry could see everything. It was more like she was dressed in wispy clouds than actual garments, what with the way her hard nipples and her gorgeous mocha breasts poked against the extremely see-through top she was wearing. Not to mention her bottoms were more of the same, showing off her exquisite legs, her gorgeous caramel thighs, and her delicious no-doubt wet cunt.

Of course, as amazing as Parvati looked… she was equally matched in all too different ways by her sister. Padma was dressed more conservatively, but then it would be rather difficult not to do so when up against what Parvati was wearing. Padma would have to be naked to be dressed anymore lewdly than her twin sister. That didn't mean the outfit she was wearing wasn't incredibly appealing.

Where Parvati had gone the harem girl route, Padma had gone the sexy librarian route. Even her glasses are refashioned in such a way that they accentuate her beauty and entice the eye down towards her smile and her deep cleavage, rather than turning one off. On top of that, the top three buttons of her blouse are undone, while it's clear that the bra she's wearing beneath, a black lacey thing Harry can barely see hints of, is pushing her supple breasts up to make them look even better, giving her far more expansive cleavage.

On top of that, there's the short pencil skirt that barely makes it down to her thighs, along with the pantyhose that matches her skin color and the black high heels she's wearing. Oh yes, she looks utterly gorgeous, and while Parvati is showing more off, Harry is enticed by both of them equally. It just goes to show that while they might be identical twins, the Indian witches have such unique, special approaches that it really doesn't matter all that much how much they look alike. He doubts he'll ever have trouble truly singling either of them out.

Ah, but they're both waiting for him to talk. He's sat in silence for a good couple minutes now, just enjoying the view. Something that they've taken advantage of, the twins eagerly posing for him, trying to pull his attention from one another. Still, he can't just sit here watching them both forever, even as hot as that sounds. Smiling, Harry stretches his arms along the back of the couch he's sitting on.

"Very good. You've both exceeded my expectations so far. Still, I imagine the two of you are eager to begin. So, it'll be quite simple. The challenge is this. You will use every tool at your disposal to pleasure me, save for your orifices. And when you're done, I'll decide which of you did the best. We'll be doing this one at a time of course… and Parvati will go first."

Raising a hand to forestall words from either of them, Harry just continues to smile.

"This does not give her any sort of advantage. And it does not signal who my favorite is. You're both absolutely gorgeous, but one of you has to go first and one has to go second. There's no real reason for choosing either of you, rather than to get this show on the road. So, Padma step back, Parvati… begin."

As Padma does what she's told, Parvati moves into the center of the room, a nice empty space for whatever she plans to do. Of course, that much was obvious from the moment she walked in here. Hadn't Harry even wondered if she was half-dressed as a belly dancer? What follows from Parvati Patil is an absolutely spectacular performance. It starts with a flick from her wand, which causes what Harry imagines to be Indian music to fill the air.

It's an interesting melody, very foreign, very exotic… and very sexy when combined with Parvati's dancing. Harry wouldn't call what she does belly dancing. Perhaps an erotic, modern variant. Her work combines what little he knows of belly dancing with some younger dances that see her moving across the room, back and forth, side to side, and then towards him.

Her routine leaves her panting and sweating when she finally falls to her knees before him and slides effortlessly between his legs. Even the deft way she undoes his trousers and pulls out his cock has a certain beat to it as she moves to the music filling their ears. Harry is impressed, and he enjoys every bit of the following titjob as Parvati's see-through top ends up pushed down to her waist, the thing having never been over her shoulders to begin with. Her gorgeous dark breasts wrap around his shaft, and her head leans down so she can lick and slurp at his tip.

Not quite using her mouth… but still using her tongue. Quite the adventurous girl, clearly. Harry just grins down at Parvati, his shining green eyes staring into her dark-brown irises, even as she in turn looks back up at him. It's not long before he cums, but by the time he does so, she's already half-exhausted herself, sweating profusely from both the dance routine and the workout she gave her tits and arms as she stroked up and down his big fat cock until he sprayed his white seed all over her dark face and her mocha colored breasts.

Painting the Indian witch with his cum certainly gave Harry a measure of satisfaction, but when Parvati lingered as if she thought he was going to name her the winner without even letting her sister get a chance at him, he lifts a finger and zaps the slutty witch's backside, before gesturing for her to move over. Parvati yelps but does as she's told, lounging against the far end of the couch as she sits on the floor, eyes staring challenging over at her sister.

But if Padma is cowed by the look her more outgoing twin is giving her, she doesn't show it. No, rather, she only has eyes for Harry as she instantly steps forward now that he's paying her attention rather than Parvati. Harry watches Padma with the same smile from before on his face, curious to see what she'll do and how she'll engage him any differently than Parvati did.

The music still lilting through the air cuts off with a flick of Padma's wand… and then with a blush on her face, the Indian witch starts up a more familiar sort of music. English music that one might find in something like a strip club if Harry was correct. Swaying her hips to said music, Padma begins her own routine… and it's nothing like Parvati's.

There's an element of dance to it, certainly… but it's a lot more about the loss of clothing then about the expression of the body. Padma does a strip tease for him and inadvertently for her sister, right then and there. Her glasses go first, tossed carelessly to the side like they meant nothing. After that, it was top to bottom. Blouse, then bra, then skirt, then panties. In the end, when Padma makes her way over to where Harry sits and his once-again hard prick waits, she's wearing nothing but stockings and her heels.

As she arrives before him, Harry is both surprised and impressed when she spins around beautifully, revealing her shapely, caramel ass to his gaze. Then, slowly sliding that ass down, she begins to rub his cock between her butt cheeks. Where her sister gave him a titjob, Padma Patil is actually hot-dogging her ass with his dick. He would never have guessed she had it in her.

Ah, but then there's something else. Something he can feel brushing along the underside of his member as Padma gives him a buttjob, grinding back into his shaft. Reaching out with both hands, Harry grabs hold of the Indian witch's cheeks and pulls them apart, causing her to moan needily as he reveals the anal plug he could feel the head of. He lifts a brow at that and looks up to see Padma smiling shyly back at him, even as she wiggles her tight tushie invitingly.

Well, if she was going to be like that… as the assjob continues, Harry reaches out and grabs hold of the end of the anal plug. He tugs and twists at it, and Padma moans wantonly in response. And in the end, as she manages to bring him to climax, Harry pulls the sex toy out of the young woman's anal cavity altogether, sending her to her knees with a cry as she climaxes hard from the sensation, all while his seed ends up all over her backside, her back, and her hair.

Parvati is touching herself off to the side, watching on jealousy. Harry sets the anal plug on the couch cushion next to himself and smiles as he gazes between the two Patil twins. Slowly, Padma pushes herself up off the floor and turns around to face him, and then both are looking at him expectantly. It's time, after all. Time for him to declare a winner, like he promised.

Harry looks between the twins for a second, at Parvati's cum-covered from and Padma's hopeful eyes. He chuckles, his smile turning positively wicked.

"There's only one clear winner here, girls. That much is obvious."

The twins tense up at that, and it's clear from the looks on their faces that neither actually thinks so. That's good, he likes that they both respect one another's efforts. They each worked quite hard, after all. They each did their damnedest to win this little contest. But in the end, Harry finds himself foregoing Option A… and Option B. Instead, he chooses Option C.

His own wand comes out, and the twins are bound in rope before they can even react. They're floating in the air a moment later, whining into their gags as he carries them along.

"I choose me as the winner of this little contest… and I choose to celebrate by fucking both of you sluts into the fucking ground."

That gets more eager noises from both of them. Their competition is forgotten in a moment as Harry all but declares it null and void while also promising to plow them together. He just chuckles and continues to the bedroom, where he places both Indian witches on the bed. A bit more magic and Padma is on bottom while Parvati is on top. Their bodies are pressed together, and bounce to one another at the wrists and ankles. While they could get away if they wanted to… they won't.

As he removes their gags, the sisters begin to kiss each other, their cunts grinding against one another. Identical bodies led to exactly the same places touching. Their thighs brushed together, their pussy lips and clits smacked against one another. Their nipples rubbed circles as they squirmed in their bindings. It was a gorgeous sight… utterly perfect. But it wouldn't be truly complete until Harry stepped in.

That's exactly what he does, in the end. Climbing onto the bed and bringing his big fat dick to bear, the young wizard places his cockhead against the pussy lips of both Patil twins… and then he pushes. Padma and Parvati moan into each other's mouths as he slides his member right between their bodies. His hot, throbbing shaft ends up between their taut tummies, even as their gushing, drooling quims wrap tightly around his girth.

He's hot-dogging their cunt lips, obviously… and while it's fun to thrust in and out of the Patil sandwich he's made a few times, he knows that both he and they want more. And he did promise them that. So, pulling back, Harry lines up… and thrusts right into Padma Patil. Of course, Parvati has all of half a moment to whine as Padma moans, before she too gets a thrust from his cock.

Once more, the twins' identical bodies are a boon that Harry is all too happy to exploit. Since their cunts are quite literally directly pressed up against one another, it's the work of but a moment for Harry to push into one, only to pull out and thrust into the other. It's like he's fucking a pair of conjoined twins, instead of just two girls bound to one another. Heh, in and out, in and out… and both Parvati and Padma are going wild at the realization that they're being plowed by the wizard they've been lusting after for so long. And not only that, but they're doing it together.

Harry doesn't miss the way that the sisters clasp hands with one another and redouble the intensity of their makeout session. Their fingers intertwine, and they hold each other's hands cutely enough, even as he thrusts in and out of them, one after the other. He fucks them both silly, and they enjoy every last moment of it while rekindling the relationship that his competition damaged at least partially.

And in the end, when Harry finally cums… there's really only one place it can truly go. He cums between their bodies, not in either of their wombs. His seed pumps out between their cunts and leaves a nice cream filling to the mocha-skinned Patil sandwich he's created. His sticky hot cum ends up between them both, and they only rub against one another more as a result of it.

Pulling his cock free, Harry considers things for only a moment before acting on his desires and pushing his messy prick in between Parvati Patil's ass cheeks. The Gryffindor squeals into her sister's mouth, and Padma can probably tell exactly what he's doing, judging by her twin's suddenly wide eyes. Luckily, their pussy juices are all over his cock by this point, and all over each other besides.

Harry sinks down into Parvati's asshole with very little hardship, though it's obvious from her reactions and her tightness that she's not ever had it back here. Not like with her cunt, which he'd fucked the virginity out of back at the beginning of the year. She's absurdly tight, deliciously so… and Harry quite enjoys ravaging her anus as he takes her to pound town, plowing down into the Patil twin even as she ends up rubbing all the more roughly against her sister beneath her.

When he cums soon after, fucking her ass right into another release, Harry STILL doesn't fill her orifice with his seed. No, he pulls out again, explodes all over Parvati's back and backside… and then flips both twins over so that Padma is suddenly the one on top. His cock is in HER ass before she has the time to so much as blink, and an even louder shriek leaves the quieter of the Patil twins, as Parvati is in no position to distract her with a lip lock right that moment.

Instead, Padma's back arches and her head comes up as she hollers from the sensation of having her poor tight little back door ravaged by Harry's massive shaft. She takes him like a champ of course, but she's quite vocal while doing so, and Harry enjoys every last moment of it along the way. It's always the quiet ones that get the loudest when you stick a nice, large meat stick right up their ass.

It's not long after that he cums across her back as well. Then, pulling away entirely, Harry releases them from their magical bonds, curious to see what the twins will do. He's pleased when both Padma and Parvati end up lying prone on the bed a few moments later, side by side as they work over his messy shaft with their tongues and mouths. This time, the twins aren't fighting one another, they aren't competing for his love or anything foolish like that. They're just worshipping his cock, side by side… working as a team.

And once they're done cleaning him off, they start on each other. Harry lays back and enjoys the show as they clean one another's mocha-skinned bodies of his sticky, white cum. His seed gets swallowed down without a second thought, and Harry enjoys that most of all. Of course, eventually he does jump back into the fray. He doesn't stop before both Parvati and Padma are stuffed full of his seed, finally. Their quims drooling with his cum is the only way he'll have either of them.

If you'd told the Harry of even a year or two ago that this was where he'd end up, sandwiched between two delicious Indian twins as they gave off cute little moans in their sleep, nuzzling into him all the harder, he wouldn't have believed you. But here he was. And here they were. He'd never ever tell Ron of course. It was one thing to tell the boy that he'd finally gotten lucky with a Patil sister after that disastrous yule ball date… but it was another entirely to inform Ron that he'd fucked both twins as they screamed for more at the top of their lungs, begging him for his dick.

Harry wasn't that cruel. It was just unnecessary, in the end. With a smile on his face and an arm around an Indian witch each, the powerful young wizard finally lets his eyes drift shut as he too falls asleep.

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