A/N:
All previous warnings still, and will continue, to apply. Not for children or the faint of heart, or anyone sexually conservative. You've been warned.
Thanks as always to my amazing Beta, Hrymeigh, for going back and editing everything I've already posted before digging into new content.

Chap. 29: By Starlight

Though Harry sported a half-erect dick for most of dinner, there were surprisingly few sexual thoughts going through his head. He was more concerned with Hermione, who sat apart from him, Ron and Neville, with a cluster of girls gathered around her, including Parvati and her twin sister Padma, Lavender Brown, and Lyra.

Ginny was, thanks to Harry, otherwise occupied and might just miss dinner, which was why he was gathering up some food to take up to the quarters for her. A quick glance at the rest of the hall told him that Pansy hadn't made it down, either- nor had Draco Malfoy.

The witch's friends were speaking in hushed tones, and one of them, never the same one twice, would occasionally glance in his vague direction. Crabbe and Goyle on the other hand, were already spending a great deal less time with Draco after the fiasco (for them) atop the Astronomy Tower the previous year, and didn't even seem to notice that their former 'friend' had missed dinner. Come to think of it, I don't think he made it to lunch, either. I know I saw the prick at breakfast, though. Huh. I'd worry he was trying to do something to Pansy, but she's probably just still in the quarters. Still, I wonder where he is...?

Harry had to put it from his mind for the moment though, not having any real access to the information. He could put Lyra, invisible, on the case. He could do it himself with his Cloak. Both would be time-consuming. Or... he could wait until after dinner, head up to his dormitory, and get the Marauder's Map from his trunk.

Ron prodded Harry's shoulder, and looked toward Hermione, who was getting up. "I'm gonna go talk to her again. Might be staying in the dorm, but if I can convince her, I'll send her back to the quarters tonight."

"Okay," Harry acknowledged as the tall boy stood up. By now, about half of the tables were empty and there were only a few staff members left, but Harry still wasn't in any mood to hurry himself. Of course, Ginny and Lyra would always be willing, and Pansy might be too, but Harry wanted to stretch his reach a bit further this night. He had definitely had fun for the first two nights back at Hogwarts, but it was time to add another notch, so to speak. At least, if he could find someone. Only, as he looked out over the Great Hall, it seemed the biggest problem was that there were too many options to choose. Demelza, Luna maybe, Susan, if he could convince her. Tracey or Daphne, or (Harry grinned to himself) both, or maybe even one or both of the Carrow twins, now that he'd gotten a hint they weren't the raging cows he had thought for so long. Marietta was out of the question, as she'd graduated the previous year. He didn't know many other girls in any house that were seventh-years aside from the Carrow twins, now that he thought about it, but Harry knew several in the year-group down. Demelza Robbins, Romilda Vane, who had been giving him eyes for the last few months of the previous year, too.

Harry shook his head. The latter girl, Vane, was pretty enough but clearly a boy-who-lived fangirl, and he'd never appreciate that. He was startled from his internal debate when a curvaceous girl with a pair of cornsilk-blonde plaits dropped into the seat next to him and smiled at the boy across from her, "Hiya, Neville, evening, Harry."

"Er, hi, Hannah," he acknowledged, fighting to ignore the memories of the last time he'd really 'spoken' to Hannah. Neville, fortunately, didn't realy blush in his own greeting, though Harry noticed his friend eyeing the object of his affection's breasts (though he wasn't the only one, as Hannah wasn't small and had at least two buttons of her blouse undone, now that classes were over and teachers, in theory, not as worried about following the dress code).

"So, I'm bored," Hannah murmured, resting her chin on her right hand with the elbow on the table as she leaned over it toward Neville, "Susan's studying, but I'm already done, and everyone else is worried they won't keep up with the school-work they've got. What are you two gentlemen doing this evening?"

Neville, suddenly looking worried, glanced toward Harry, who smiled back.

Hannah, while she waited for an answer, glanced around the Gryffindor table to find it mostly empty now, only the Patil sisters and Lavender still on the far end of the table to the left with a couple of fourth- or fifth-years he wasn't very familiar with on the other end.

"Er, I wasn't, uh, planning anything," Neville shrugged, "But- I guess we could go for a walk? It's still warm, I think."

"Ooh, good idea," Hannah urged, and Harry jumped slightly as she leaned more toward Neville but dropped her left hand to his own thigh, then slid up it to massage his crotch. The girl quickly followed up his half-erect self, which hardened down his trouser leg, and started to massage and squeeze it even while she smiled sweetly at Neville. Neville, who had been 'cheating' on her with Lyra, who had encouraged Harry to take Hannah's virginity... "Let's go, Neville. Say... out by the greenhouses?"

Harry watched as the boy blushed immediately, all the confirmation he needed that Ginny was accurate in her claims that she had seen them shagging. He, in turn, grinned, "That sounds fun. Mind if I tag along?"

Neville swallowed, wide-eyed, and looked between him and Hannah. The girl, though, only continued smiling widely, eyes half-lidded, while she answered, "Of course not, Harry. We're friends, right? I don't mind at all if you come with me- er, us."

Predictably, he was more than willing, though Neville was a bit more reluctant.

Still, he accompanied the pair, flanking the witch with his dorm-mate, down onto the grounds which were swiftly darkening from dusk to twilight, and the last of the orange fading to deep purple on the horizon. But Hogwarts itself would be well-lit for at least another hour, ample time for a walk and some fun, if Neville was truly alright with it.

It seemed they weren't the only ones with that idea, though, as several other older couples were prowling the various trails, hand in hand, and most frequently kissing or more.

Half-way to the Greenhouses, Neville was still looking quite uncomfortable even though Hannah had put her hand in his, so Harry decided to offer him an out, "Hey, you two are dating, right? Like..."

"Are you asking if Neville's my boyfriend?"

He nodded.

"No," Hannah said with a light-hearted tone, "he hasn't asked me yet."

"Er- oh. Oh," the boy in question said with a cough and a stumble, "I... I sort of... forgot. Um... Hannah, d'you- d'you wanna go out with me? As my girlfriend?"

Harry of a year ago, and even more a year before that, would have been aghast at the ease with which the shy boy had forced out the words, but now he knew that not only was Neville made of sterner stuff that most people realized, but that talking to girls was pretty easy. It only seemed hard before you got used to it.

Hannah, of course, beamed to Harry's left, "Of course, Neville. I'd love to be your girlfriend. Now, come on, hurry. I'm randy."

Harry joined his friend in stumbling slightly at the blunt declaration, but caught up a bit more easily than Neville. "Er, I should go," he announced, trying to give Neville one more chance to say no.

"But we already shagged today," Neville muttered under his breath.

"Are you turning me down, boyfriend...? I'm offering you sex. You know that, right?"

"Of course I know that," Neville hissed, glancing around and leaning in despite that Harry knew full well no one was in earshot. There weren't that many couples out. "I just- it never seems... never seems like it's enough."

Harry was starting to feel a little uncomfortable himself with the admission, but Hannah had her reply ready to go at once. "That's why Harry's here," she told him, "Not because he's better- even if he is for now- but so you can watch and learn. I love you, Neville Longbottom. I do. And you aren't bad. But I like sex, and I want it to be good between us. Great. Not just average. So... consider this a one-time lesson, if nothing else. Is that... is that okay, Harry?"

The witch's confidence seemed to have dwindled during her monologue, but thankfully, for this, Harry had an answer too. "It's fine, of course, I'm happy to help."

"Happy to shag me," Hannah shot back with a giggle, "not that I'm complaining."

"That too," Harry admitted, sending a look behind the cheerful girl's back toward Neville, who looked a bit lost and anxious, but the other boy didn't meet his eye. "I mean...can you blame me? You're very good-looking."

"Thanks," she replied, taking up Harry's hand too, as they reached the first of the ten greenhouses in two rows of five. But Harry was not led to the spaces between the greenhouses, as Ginny had told them they'd used earlier. Instead, Hannah pulled the two young men toward Greenhouse Five, and bypassed the door, circling around it toward Ten.

"Er, we shouldn't use this," Neville murmured, glancing in, "Professor Sprout keeps a pretty close eye on these for the N.E.W.T. students, and they're her own personal work, so..."

Hannah only grinned, and turned the last corner, then let go of both their hands to reveal a ladder that had been hidden in the grass. "Set this up after you scarpered, Nev," she said with a giggle, "just because Weasley saw us doesn't mean you have to be a scaredy-cat."

"Hey, I- I finished," Neville muttered, looking away.

"And I did too," Hannah assured him as she set the fifteen-foot poles against the shorter edge of the same greenhouse, "but I wasn't satisfied, and I want more, hence this little thing. Come on, up we go."

Both boys couldn't help but stare upward at the busty tomboy's arse as she started climbing the ladder. Harry, while he did so, leaned to the side, "Seriously, Neville, if it makes you uncomfortable..."

"N- no, it's fine," Neville replied, staring upward himself, "I... I kind of knew this was coming. She told me she came like, five times earlier, I just... she seems to like it a lot. I told her I didn't mind if- if she went to you, but... then this."

Harry shook his head, clapping Neville on the shoulder, "Well, for what it's worth, I really don't mind, but I don't think you have to be jealous. Lyra and Ginny both want you, too, so you must be doing something right."

Hannah's head poked over just then, "Oh, Lyra and Ginny want my boyfriend's cock? And are you two coming?"

"Not yet," Harry shot up, smiling.

"Well, get up here, then," Hannah laughed, vanishing again.

"Come on," Neville murmured one more time, then started upward himself.

Like all the greenhouses, there was a storage closet on one end which wasn't made of glass, and covered the entire end. Each had supplies, for the plants within each greenhouse, from earmuffs for the Mandrakes in Four this year, to hoes, rakes, and even a small selection of Potions Harry had noticed in the one they were using in Herbology this term. It was on that more sturdy surface that Hannah had apparently also stowed away a blanket or three, and a large glass bottle that had a peculiar logo upon the label- one he'd seen before.

"Superior Red," Hannah said, shaking it, "couldn't get away with glasses, but you don't mind sharing, do you, Harry?"

He took the bottle as she held it out, squinting in the moon- and castle-light to read the label. "Malfoy vineyards. You paid Lucius Malfoy for this?"

"Not directly," she shrugged, "I actually got it from the Leaky Cauldron. It's supposed to be really good, but obviously I don't drink a lot, I just turned of-age. It's supposed to be at least a thousand years old. Not sure how it isn't vinegar if it is, but..."

"Beats me," Harry shrugged, and handed it back to the witch, "Don't personally feel the need, but if you want to, it won't bother me."

"I'm fine without it," Hannah shrugged, offering it next to Neville as she bent down to her picnic basket with the other hand, "I think I'm done being shy about what makes me happy."

"Er, n- no, I'm g-good," Neville muttered too.

Hannah simply shrugged and lowered the bottle into the basket, then pulled out what she'd apparently been searching for, a small square cube. "This," she held up, "will record about thirty minutes of the area, sort of like those super-rare penseives, but it keeps the memory inside itself. I've already used maybe five minutes, so once I start it, we should, uh... get to the point. I want you, Harry, to make love to me first. Show Neville how it's done. But if you can, like... explain what you're doing, and why. Okay? So later..."

"He- or you- can play it back for a review?"

Hannah nodded, grinning, and tossed the cube into the air before catching it, "Exactly." Then she reached into the basket one more time and pulled out a long stick, maybe a foot, and held it with the cube in the same hand, before pulling out here wand. "Epoximus. Engorgio."

Now holding a ten-foot pole, give or take a few inches, with a cube affixed to it, Hannah told the boys, "Okay, I'm going to turn it on and hold the pole up. One of you needs to stick it to the roof. Just the sticking charm, not the permanent one."

"Okay," Harry agreed easily, impressed by the girl's preparations given how little time she'd had to set this up. Unless, he reminded himself while he pulled out his wand and took aim, she's had this part planned for a while. Those cubes have to be expensive.

One quick spell later, Hannah had taken four steps away, glanced at the cube, and then half a step back toward them, "Okay, Harry. Do your thing."

He grinned, glancing one last time at Neville, who shrugged and made a 'get on with it' sort of motion.

Harry stepped forward into the faint light he could see that denoted the scanning area of the elevated magical 'camera', and began to undress the girl, whispering things he knew both she and Neville could hear. He made a point, as he went, to tell the girl how much he appreciated and liked her, how much he loved her body as each bare inch was revealed, how he adored the heft and shape of her glorious tits as he moved behind Hannah, turning her to face the camera and Neville as he began to play with them.

By the time she was fully undressed, Harry's own shirt was off, tossed to the side as well, and his trousers were attached to only one leg, but he had stopped caring. Still explaining what he was doing and why, much like Lilith had explained the details to him in his first few weeks after he'd Contracted with her, Harry made sure that Neville would, if not from this night, get a good education from the review.

Only then, Hannah already moaning and breathing hard, sweaty against him in the warm fall night, did Harry dip one hand between her legs and spread the lower lips wide. As he fingered and circled there, he made it a point to explain to Neville and the camera both exactly where the most erogenous, or at least sensitive, spots were, and then raised two fingers in a V-shape. "This is how big a g-spot is on most girls," he told the other boy, who gasped, "there's plenty of things in there to give a girl pleasure, you just need to make sure you're hitting it. Okay, Hannah... lay down. It's time for your first one."

Hazy-eyed, the blonde did so quickly, dropping to the roof of the greenhouse without question before spreading out the blanket she'd brought, and spreading her legs wide.

Harry grinned, gesturing Neville forward, who glanced up at the camera twice before stepping into its field himself, then crouching low. "See," Harry kept explaining, "the Labia Majora, Labia Minora, the Clitoris... beneath and behind that is what most people think is the G-spot, and that's where it's the strongest, but like I said... as big as two fingers, split down the sides of her vagina."

Harry demonstrated, first, by slipping his fingers inside, the first digit of both hands, and pulling wide, not that either he or Neville could see anything in the now evening light. "You can stimulate with your fingers, or..."

He stopped talking for several minutes as he leaned down and put his mouth to other use, which culminated in the witch's hips thrashing from side to side and vertically, before drenching Harry's mouth with a powerful jet of squirt that he swallowed without hesitation, the ginger flavor a glad reminder that it had been Hannah who had been blowing him in the broom-closets soon after meeting Lilith.

Then Harry pulled away, glanced at his own watch, and told the boy, "And with your dick? Well, it's easy enough. Don't just pump in and out... vary it up. Change positions. Let her move, watch how she does it so she enjoys it, and learn from that."

Harry hiked up her knees onto his shoulders, forcing Neville, who was wide-eyed and staring intently, to move to a position beside Hannah's head, before pushing his erection between her firm, thick thighs and thrusting a few times, then taking it by the head, buried between them, in one hand reached around her legs, and pushing it down against her rounded but only just abdomen.

Huh, goes past her belly-button too.

Then he pulled out, and without further warning- they'd had the chance to change their minds, Harry reasoned, before asking to film him fucking Hannah- he did just that, diving into her core with her legs against his chest, framing his face.

"Ungh," Hannah grunted with the impact, and one hand reached down her body to hold over where her stomach bulged further with the size of Harry's member fully sheathed inside her, gasping, and the other reached up past her shoulder for Neville's collar. She fumbled for it for several seconds while Harry let her body adjust to him again, then yanked her boyfriend down to give him a searing kiss.

Harry grinned as he started pumping, using the hand that had been on his head to slip Hannah's up onto her own bare breasts, which he'd already covered in detail with mouth and fingers, leaving her to add to her pleasure while he began to thumb her clit in tight circles. She was juicy and wet, her fluids running down the crack between her cheeks and already dripping from his swinging balls, and Harry had to admit he really liked fucking this girl due to how quickly she lost control and wanted more, more, all the time.

Speaking of which...

"I want your cock," Hannah gasped, head twisting backward so her body arched tantalizingly, "Nev... give it to me, please!"

"Er... Harry's..."

The wizard just mentioned continued pumping himself into and out of the steamy tunnel as he watched Hannah look incredulously up at her boyfriend, open her mouth wide, and point.

Neville, in turn, blushed, "I... I've never... isn't that, you know... icky?"

Suddenly, things became much more clear to Harry.

It wasn't that Neville was a bad lover (though he figured anyone not trained by a Succubus could use pointers, and he didn't consider himself a great one yet either- not yet). It was that Hannah, who had started training herself to give Neville blowjobs by blowing (presumably several) other boys, really enjoyed that part, and she'd never convinced Neville to try it.

Early days, he thought, she had plenty of time to work on him, but... I'm not complaining about the free pussy.

Sure, he could probably market the 'video' as a sex-teaching aid, but he was fine with Hannah and Neville keeping this copy.

Lyra, though... She'd be up for it for sure.

There wasn't a reply back, which meant she was busy, but Harry didn't mind.

"Do it," he told the boy, "trust me. Hannah gives great head. Second-best h- girl I know." Third best if we include non-humans, thanks Lilith.

With some obvious reluctance, Neville finally freed himself, pushing his own pants to his knees and stepping in.

It was the first time Harry had ever seen him erect and had a chance to look without the succubus immediately burying him in an orifice, so Harry sent a curious glance his way before returning his attention to Hannah. Neville was actually fairly large, too. Not as long as Harry, not by a long shot, but of above-average length and quite wide. Wider even than he himself by a bit, if Harry had to guess.

Watching the thick meat flop onto Hannah's mouth and seeing her eagerly open to receive it made Harry's balls twitch and churn with an onrush of seed, but he wasn't ready to let it go, not just yet. Instead, the pair awkwardly tried to find a good position on the slight slope of the roof, before Harry shrugged and reluctantly pulled out of the girl. "Switch, Nev."

"But-" he protested, giving a small thrust into her mouth, "this- this-"

Hannah pulled off of him, her body sliding against the roof, "Fuck me, Neville, put your thick dick in my dripping pussy. I want Harry in my mouth!"

Confused, the other boy knee-walked on the opposite side from Harry around Hannah, who rolled over and pushed herself to her hands and feet, opening her legs a little to lower her hips.

This, Neville was clearly more comfortable with, and he pushed into his girlfriend's twat eagerly, groaning, "Hannah... Merlin, Hannah, you're so wet!"

Harry grinned, "It's the technique, I'm telling you. Now, open wide, Hannah... I want you to taste your cum on my dick."

The light blue eyes dilated as she obeyed. Harry slipped one hand onto her throat, squeezing lightly, and the other to the back of her head as he lined up and pushed in, just as hard as he had for her cunt. Hannah choked once, briefly, as his heavy dick was forced past her tonsils and uvula, but he already knew she was a champ, and she liked it deep. Harry pulled out two inches, then slowly back in, "See, Neville? Hannah loves having a thick penis in her throat, doesn't she?"

He knew she was giving a good-faith effort at speaking when her throat convulsed rhythmically on him, and a small mewling sound escaped past her lips, "I think that was a yes," he pronounced, and pulled out again, then back in, to the half-way point to let her take one gasping breath through her nose.

Then Harry set to a slow pace, more gently letting her blow the top half of his dick while Neville slammed into her increasingly sporadically from behind. The leisurely pace pushed off his own impending orgasm, though his testicles ached with how much he'd built up in the twenty minutes or so he'd been 'teaching', but as Neville's pounding pushed her onto his dick more and more, faster and deeper, Harry reached down around Hannah with the hand not still feeling her throat as it swelled and contracted around his man-flesh to take hold of one pendulous mammary, giving it a rough, maybe even bruising, squeeze. "God, I love your throat," he grunted, "Seriously, Hannah, you're amazing."

She was, Harry wasn't lying, but he was also saying it mostly for Neville's benefit (and in the future, Hannah's), to encourage him toward letting the girl have her fun, too.

With a grunt, Harry was surprised as Neville yanked himself out of his girlfriend, and left one hand on her arse while the other started pumping his thick dick, still slick with her juices, and grunted.

Without other warning, a white line appeared in Hannah's sweaty hair, down her back.

Then another, and a third in the top of her arse crack, and a fourth, as Neville's unconscious hip-thrusts pushed his member into the space, that covered his tip in milky white, too.

Only then, with his friend climaxing, did Harry let himself go, and the surge of cum that erupted up his massive penis and down Hannah's throat would have made Lilith jealous, Harry felt, with the number of times he felt a bulge travel down the length on its way. Fifteen massive spurts in all, and a few smaller ones to cap it off, before Harry finally collapsed backward, body shaking with the aftermath of his climax as Hannah's tonsils and tongue pulled the last of his essence from his body and into hers.

Hannah started laughing, wiping some of the jizz off her ass and taking into her mouth, in a delirious, almost hysterical fashion, before she rolled and flopped onto her back on the rooftop, chest heaving enough to make her breasts swing, and stared at the sky. "That- that was- that was- ah- amazing," she got out between pants, "Gods above, Harry, Nev... two at once... shite..."

Neville nodded, panting himself, "Y- Yeah... um... we- we should get back..."

"Go," Hannah urged, waving a hand weakly up at him, "I know- I know you have homework. I... I busted my ass... to get mine done... I'll- I'll clean up."

Without another word, but with some hesitation, Neville left his nude, cum-covered girlfriend on the rooftop with Harry's dick still out, both breathing hard.

He had made it up to the castle and disappeared into the doors before Harry asked quietly, "You know- you know he's had a blow-job before, right?"

Hannah nodded. "Your friend, right? The- the one you think is the best, right?"

"No," Harry laughed, "well, yes, but no. Er..."

He wracked his brain, trying to remember if he'd told Susan or Hannah about Lilith, yet. He couldn't remember after several seconds, so he decided to play it safe and skirt the issue, "A friend of mine, one of my lovers, blew him. A different friend took his virginity for you, and I think he went back to her a second time, but he's probably only been with you... no, wait. No... don't be mad. He has been with someone else- that same girl, the first blow-job, he's had sex with her now, too."

"Who?" Hannah asked, looking upward toward him, since Harry was still sitting higher on the roof, "I'm not mad, I'm just curious."

"Lyra," he said eventually, "On- on the carriages up to the school. She approached him."

"You saw it?"

He nodded in response to the quiet question. "Y- yeah. I was... with someone else, and Ron and Hermione were... busy. Lyra... didn't want to be left out, I think."

Hannah closed her eyes, then slowly, softly, replied, "Good for him."

"You aren't upset?" Harry wasn't sure why he'd told the girl, or why he was worried about it.

Hannah was a long time answering his question, which meant she was seriously thinking about it as the night air began to grow a little cooler, but was still warm enough she didn't seem uncomfortable even without clothes, and they were on the far side of the castle so no one would see much if they did spot them on the roof. "No... I'm not. I should be, I think, but... I mean, I like being with you, and I... I kind of set this up to get another chance."

"I noticed," Harry laughed, reaching down to run a hand through the wild, long hair at the top of her head that had escaped her plaits.

Hannah smiled, running fingernails down her breasts and stomach, wriggling luxuriously, "You aren't complaining, right? Anyway... I meant what I said, though. I love Neville. I really do, and I want to be his wife some day, the mother of his children. But I also know I'm young, he's young, and there's... there's a lot more, you know, out there. I just want to have some good fun while I'm still in school. So... so I don't think I should be jealous of him doing the same. Does that make sense?"

"Perfect sense," Harry admitted, "I kind of think Hermione is... doing the same thing. Maybe."

"Granger?" Hannah laughed, "That girl is something else. You know I heard a rumor she was shagging like, six people, including you and Ron? When she heard the rumor, she just laughed and said it wasn't six yet. With an emphasis on the yet."

Harry laughed, but Hannah continued, running a hand between her curly yellow pubic hair now, "I was sure at the time she said it just to freak the other person out, to shut them up or something, but now... I mean... it's pretty obvious she's with you and Ron both."

"Yeah," he confirmed, but also sort of denied it without doing so, "but also not. I have been with her. I might well in future. But things are... well, things around me, as usual, are weird."

Hannah didn't respond, only pulled her other hand back up to tweak a nipple, twisting and rolling it between thumb and forefinger while he watched, dick slowly swelling again despite the many times he'd climaxed already that day.

Neither said anything a few minutes later as Hannah rolled back over and put his dick back in her mouth, sucking for several more minutes before she climbed up into Harry's lap, pushed her tits into his face, and then lowered herself down. He suckled gently, kneading and playing with her body, the other hand caressing in light touches or occasionally giving her a deep squeeze as Hannah's hips rolled against his stomach and she rose and fell on his member over and over.

"Think I'm going mad," she murmured after several minutes, her hands now around his neck to hold him close as her slow grind transitioned to a faster bounce, "I just love... love sex so much... never seems... enough..."

"Neville's a lucky guy, then," he told her seriously as his hands fell to her ass, one behind and one in front of her body to help her rise and fall. He started to flex his cock as she came down, each time making her gasp as the fatty tissue sung and slapped against his face.

"So are- so are you," Hannah reminded him, "'Cause- 'cause unless- un- he- he tells me- I- I have to stop... gonna- Gods... gonna keep... shagging y- you, Har- Harry. Gods you fill me up so good."

"Are you on the Potion?" Harry asked quickly, knowing that he was getting close to blowing again. The slower, gentler sex was just as good as the rapid pounding he'd given her earlier, and with the increased experience and Runes combined, Harry often felt like he could hold off a climax nearly indefinitely, or do it on command once he'd gotten warmed up.

In other words, knowing she was getting close, he wanted to do it with her.

To his shock, though, Hannah shook her head, "N- No... do it inside me," she urged, bouncing faster, "don't make me take you out, please..."

"I can't have a kid yet," he growled, "And Neville-"

"Has- dark hair- too," Hannah gasped, "He'll- think- fuck- Potter, coming... I'm gonna cum... so hard... just..."

Harry tried to hold off, he really did, but the moment he felt Hannah's cunt clasp onto him, he lost all control, blasting upwards into the depths of her core with another massive load, grunting as he did.

Slowly, both came down, and Hannah started peppering his neck with soft kisses, her vaginal walls still occasionally fluttering irregularly around his own flesh. "I don't think I'll get pregnant," she said softly, "it's a safe day, but if I do... we'll never know if it's yours or Neville's. Too close. I don't care if it's yours or Neville's. He's going to be the father. Okay? Again, if."

Harry sighed, then nodded, "Alright, alright... unless he has green eyes."

"Then," Hannah replied, "we'll know, but it won't matter."

She slipped up and off him, cupping his seed into herself as much as she could while she reached into the picnic basket once more and, still bent, pushed the object she'd withdrawn into her snatch before standing up.

Only as Harry actively looked did he realize what it was: a dildo, of sorts, made out of cork. Actual cork. "What the...?"

Hannah, panties in hand, grinned tiredly as she stepped into them, "Only thing better than a cock in my mouth is cum in my pussy, Harry. I love it. I'll let it drain once I get inside."

He shook his head at the strange quirks of the blonde, then started dressing himself.

About ten minutes later, just inside the now-empty halls, Hannah put a hand on his elbow before peeling away down the stairs toward the Kitchens and the Hufflepuff Common Room, and whispered, "Maybe, just maybe if she's awake, I'll feed some to Susan. Maybe I'll even tell her it's Neville's and yours."

Then she was gone, leaving Harry confused once more, but still not quite ready for bed.

The Stamina Runes really played havoc with his sleep schedule, though it wasn't yet ten o'clock. And Hannah's last words had caused his penis to begin to swell and straighten again. "Guess getting a blowjob from two witches and fucking two witches isn't enough for a day anymore," Harry muttered as he gathered up his own clothes, re-dressed, and made his way back into the Castle after lowering the ladder back into the grass until Hannah could return it back to where she'd found it.

A part of Harry realized, as he walked the halls beneath his Invisibility Cloak with the Marauder's Map in one hand open and active that he was already, just within the first few days of the term, in much the same state as he'd been when he summoned the Succubus that had so changed his life: a state of near-constant arousal. The rest of him was more easily able to acknowledge that even if what he felt was the 'love' (read: lust) of a teenage boy for the various girls that had entered his life as more than a passing fling, he was happier now than he had ever been.

Even if Hermione was mad at him.

He sighed several minutes later after checking the four 'bedrooms' in the private quarters he'd been assigned. His own bed was empty. Pansy occupied one, deeply asleep and now beneath the blankets with her clothes in a haphazard pile on the floor, while Ron and Hermione spooned in the other room.

The last room, the one Lilith had converted into a BDSM-style dungeon while they had been attending their first day of classes, was filled with the smell of old sex, but Ginny apparently had recovered, dressed, and left the room for her own dormitory.

Which meant that Harry was alone. He frowned, shaking his head, and debated heading back upstairs to his own dorm. "No," he murmured, glancing toward the two farther bedrooms, "wouldn't do to have Pansy walk in on Ron and Hermione, or them to wake up with just her here. I don't think they'd do anything to her, not really, but... better if I'm here to... dissuade things from escalating."

After undressing, he climbed into his own bed in the dark and closed his eyes, focusing his mind on his contracted servitor. "Lilith... you around?"

Her response was quick, though a bit fragmented, filled with strange images of magical creatures and all sorts of other things along those lines. "Yes, Master, I'm nearby. In your friend Hagrid's home. Currently floating above his bed, watching him dream. It's fascinating- I've never been with a part-giant before."

"Were you planning on that tonight...? I'm... well, I could sleep. I'm satisfied, but I wouldn't mind another round."

This time, the Succubus' mental reply took a little longer, and the images he was 'seeing' through her eyes, if Harry had to guess, were fuzzier, less distinct, though the voice in his head was more clear. "I can bring you all the release you'd like Master, but if you would rather sleep, I will continue to give your friend pleasant dreams."

"... Do that then," Harry decided with a yawn, never opening his own eyes, "Not sure I want to know what he dreams about... Blast-Ended Skrewts, probably."

There was the mental equivalent of a shudder, but Harry was only half-conscious to sense it, and, more tired than he had realized, was fully asleep a moment later.

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