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Chap. 25: Jus Primae Noctis
In a mad dash, most of Harry's party made it all the way into the carriages, with Lyra, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville- Luna had ended up separated from them in the crush of students- on the last leg of the journey to Hogwarts from Hogsmeade Station, without becoming drenched.
About a two-mile journey, most of the way by road around Hogsmeade Village itself, and then up the long road to the gates, and the castle at the head of the valley.
Twenty minutes or so, in good weather. The usual weather around the country, deep and cold rain mixed with fog, had settled in for good over the last two hours of the train-ride, though, and in muddy conditions, the ride could take as much as an hour despite the magical creatures most of their group, now, could see pulling the carriages.
Ginny made it about two minutes into the ride before starting to pull off her clothes.
"Hold up," Ron protested, flushing, "What're you doing? You'll freeze!"
"It's been fine for you," Ginny shot him a glare, "And Hermione, able to shag the last couple days, but I haven't had mine, and I want it now."
"No way," Ron said again, only to get his sister's jacket thrown into his face. While spluttering and pulling it off, he continued, "I'm not watching my sister shag my best mate!"
"Technically you already did," Hermione reminded him.
"Th- that was different," the ginger said again as Ginny furiously undid each button of her white blouse, "that was- in the heat of the moment!"
"Well, I'm in the cold of the moment now," his sister growled, "and if you don't like it, don't watch."
Of course, then her blouse covered his head, too.
By the time he fought it off angrily, Ginny was on her knees in front of Harry, pulling his already twice-drained cock from his pants. Harry could only shoot a helpless sort of look at his best friend, and mutter, "What am I supposed to do? Say no?"
"W, Well-" Ron protested, only to fall quiet as Lyra's hand snaked beneath her skirt, and Hermione's landed on his own crotch a few seconds before her book snapped shut in the other. "W- When you put it like that..."
Harry groaned as the eager girl took him into her mouth, but she didn't suckle on him longer than it took for him to regain full-mast. With the Runes, even though he'd already had two very satisfying orgasms with Tracey and Lavender (both more than a couple hours ago), it took about ten seconds before he was throbbing.
Hermione, at least, glanced out the small windows into the gathering darkness, before reaching further beneath her skirt and pushing her underwear and stockings down to her ankles. "Ron? I've sort of been waiting, too."
Neville, poor boy, was dumbstruck. "I- like, just like that? In front of, well, everyone?"
Lyra grinned across the shy boy, who was sitting across from her, and said, "Well, I am known to have that influence on people. Did you like my blow-job last year?"
He turned even redder than before, eyes switching from where Ron's hand had joined Hermione's between her legs while they snogged, and Ginny, clothes only half on but fully open though her own stockings and knickers were only around one ankle, put her knees on the bench on either side of Harry to straddle him and sink down with a low, husky moan. "I..."
"D'you wanna fuck?" Lyra asked teasingly, licking the tip of a finger while she eyed the growing bulge in his shorts.
"I- I'm... I mean, I have... a g- girlfriend..."
The Succubus in the guise of an oriental American smiled, "So do they, sort of," and gestured around the rest of the carriage. "Doesn't mean I haven't been with three of them."
Harry, even distracted by Ginny's small breasts sliding across his own jumper and robes, as well as her glistening, glorious snatch enveloping his rod, was quite amused to watch Neville visibly counting people, then double-checking his math.
"Yeah, she shagged Hermione, too," he told the boy on his left. "Hot, huh?"
Lyra didn't wait for another answer or ask anything further. Instead, she only slid across the carriage onto her knees, much like Ginny had done, but left most of her clothing on. Only one button of her well-filled blouse opened, near the bottom of her chest, before she grinned up at him and started pulling down the other boy's trousers.
Hermione, meanwhile, had used the empty space Lyra had vacated to lay face-down across it, head turned toward the pairs of Harry and Ginny, and Lyra and Neville. Ron, left with the enviable position of having to mount Hermione Granger from behind, struggled to do so for a moment before easing into her depths with one knee and one arm on the floor to support himself, the other arm on the bench near her head.
"We're... we're really doing this?" Neville asked, watching as what were probably his four best friends, Ginny included, shagged each other right in the carriage, and the relative stranger (despite the revelation that it had been her who'd done the deed earlier, they'd barely talked before the train, and little then) was...
Was stroking him hard, watching his face.
Then she pressed a kiss to his swollen tip, and guided it between the opening in her blouse, and between... Oh Merlin...
Neville groaned, making Ginny look over even as she rode Harry with increasing abandon, "That's so sexy," she gasped.
Neville could not take it- despite only having reached full arousal a minute earlier, despite having now lost his virginity and so on, he could not take the eroticism of the moment. "I'm gonna-"
But his climax was pinched off as Lilith, who had for a few moments been tit-fucking with her clothes still on, used two fingers to give the base of his cock a very hard squeeze, making him yelp. Then she pulled away, maintaining her grip, to slide up his body and lean low, licking his ear and then whispering, on the side facing Harry and Ginny so they could both hear, "You're not getting out of my shag that easy, kiddo."
Only then did she send a questioning look to Harry, asking voicelessly if he was alright with it.
Harry, though, turned to Ginny and whispered, just as quietly, "What do you think, Pet? Can Neville join in our little group?"
The red-head pushed herself down, hard, on Harry's cock, then looked down at the swollen thing in Lyra's hand, which was starting to turn purple. "Sure."
"Excellent," Lyra said, before turning around and lifting her skirt to reveal a complete lack of underwear.
Harry, of course, knew that was normal for the delectable creature, but Neville seemed to have been taken completely by surprise at the luscious arse and hairless, dripping slit presented to him, and he gasped in shock.
Shock which morphed into a deep moan of pleasure as Lyra sank down on him, grinding her hips into his.
Harry could tell that Ginny, too, was getting close to orgasm as her breathing and motions both grew frantic. She turned her head to his other side, and whispered, "Harry, d'you want me- want me to shag N- Neville, this year?"
His penis swelled inside the petite girl, though he didn't know if she noticed. Did he...? He'd said, when they'd first made love- or at least, when he'd first claimed her as his Pet- that she would shag 'whoever he wanted'.
But did he want...?
Lyra- Lilith- had been who he'd been thinking of, and Hermione, too.
But... why limit the girl?
She clearly wanted to be... well, promiscuous might not be the best term, but something like him. Open. She enjoyed sex, at least. "Do you want to shag him? Shag your first date?"
Ginny shrugged, her walls quivering around Harry's member as she went through a brief, minor orgasm in building toward a powerful one.
Harry wanted a more definitive answer, and knew how to get one from the youngest Weasley, though. He used one hand at the back of her head to force her to look down at the pair next to them, to watch as Lyra, leaning forward, rocked back and forth on Neville. "Do you want that cock Lyra's shagging in you, Ginny?"
"Y- yesssss," the girl moaned as she came again, harder.
"Okay," he murmured, "you can- later. Right now, you owe me at least one good orgasm, so..."
"Yes, Master," she found herself moaning again, unable to stop herself from bouncing despite the heightened sensitivity that came with not just one, but two climaxes in quick succession.
Harry looked across the carriage, then, to see Ron hammering into Hermione from behind, the girl holding her ass open with one hand to give him more room to go deeper, while the other fondled her own chest through her uniform as one breast had slid off the edge of the bench in their passion.
Neville, perhaps predictably, finished first, spilling into Lyra with his hands pulling her close to his body, his waist and hips lifting clear off the bench.
A few seconds later, so did Ron, filling Hermione completely with the aid of his own Runes, while Ginny, finally, was allowed to rest after a once-again satisfied Harry spilled into her, too.
Due to their activities, the group of six had to scramble back into their clothing and straighten everything out quickly. The last of them, a very flustered Neville, was helped by Ginny to adjust his tie just as the carriage squished through the waterlogged gravel path at the foot of the stairs into Hogwarts.
Fortunately, their disheveled state was easily masked by the pouring rain, and the fifth- and sixth (and sort of first) years were able to blend right in with the crowd of bedraggled students. "Better than fourth year," Ron said with amusement as he shook out his hat and put it back atop his head, then pulled out a wand and started drying off with it, "Remember Peeves, too?"
Harry chuckled, "Yeah, he got the Chasers pretty good."
"Yes, well, that little pest isn't here currently," the stern voice of Professor McGonagall informed them. She was wearing her usual dark green robes and black hat, looking just as kept and together as always as she walked slowly past, her own wand focused on cleaning the water from the floor that the hundreds of students were bringing in. "Mr. Potter, the Headmaster has asked me to speak to you and your companions privately after the welcoming feast. About your... arrangements."
The older woman sent a clearly disapproving glance in Lyra's direction, but didn't say or do anything else to indicate how she felt about the Succubus' presence. Clearly, though, she knew what the girl was.
"Excuse me, Professor," the creature in question asked politely, accent easily discernible amidst the rest, and contrasting strongly with the old witch's own thick Scottish speech, "Should I be sorted, or...?"
McGonagall sniffed, glancing at the girl briefly, "Yes... er, no, you won't be Sorted. Sometimes the Sorting Hat doesn't know how to keep things discrete, so the Headmaster and I agreed that you would simply be placed... in my own House. Again, we can discuss this later. You may eat with your... friends, and if anyone asks, you can use the story you've concocted. I will speak to you later."
Then she hurried off, wand still shooting out jets that evaporated or vanished wide swathes of puddles from the flagstone floor.
Lilith, of course, had seen the Great Hall before. Lyra had not, though, so she acted suitably impressed, asking Hermione several questions about the way and reason the candles floated above the tables, how the food was brought out, the purpose of the tables being arranged as they were, and so on.
The Feast itself was fairly standard, Harry decided, Hogwarts' amazingly good fare prepared by the team of more than a hundred House-Elves. Only the announcements gave him pause, as Professor Dumbledore once more took the flying eagle-capped podium, his voice strong and firm, calm, but powerful.
"Welcome, students, both the old hands and the new. Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There are a few announcements I'd like to get to before our excellent meal is brought up, so that we can eat without feeling rushed. Firstly, as many of you know, the dark wizard known as Lord Voldemort has publicly returned, and unlike the previous year, his revival has been acknowledged by the new Ministry of Magic."
This first announcement brought a great many dark whisperings from among the students, but Dumbledore raised a hand, and very quickly, everyone fell quiet again.
"This has necessitated many changes in the security of the school. I would first like to remind all students of third year and above that you may visit the village of Hogsmeade on designated weekends only with the signed permission slip of your parent or guardian. These weekends will still be occurring, but will have additional patrols by teachers and, thanks to the Ministry, additional Aurors will be stationed in the village and the route between there and the castle for the duration of the day."
More whispers, these excited and happy.
"There are also a couple of staff changes that I must announce. Sadly, our Potions Professor, Severus Snape, did not finish out the remainder of the previous year, and has been subsequently sacked due to dereliction of duty. His whereabouts are currently unknown, but I have been assured by him, in a letter, that he is still healthy and mostly whole. He will be replaced, this year and this year only, by Professor Horace Slughorn, an old colleague of mine. Professor Slughorn will also temporarily be taking the position of Head of Slytherin House."
Polite clapping greeted the overweight wizard with the walrus mustache, who raised a hand jovially, and looked over the crowd with a broad smile.
"And, as usual, I have found myself in the enviable position of needing a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. This year, the second in a row, I was unable to find one. However, I am quite capable myself, and will be taking the classes for the upper years, fifth through seventh."
Harry's eyes widened, and several people around him gasped. Did that mean...?
"Those in years one through four will be taught by another old friend of mine, one more than qualified to teach the subject. He is not present in the castle at the moment due to some last minute business, but he will, I have been assured, be present and ready for classes by breakfast tomorrow. I shall be announcing his name at that time."
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny exchanged looks of confusion, but none of them seemed to know more about it than Harry himself.
"The Forbidden Forest is, of course, Forbidden to all students. It is simply not safe at the best of times, and these are not the best of times. The list of banned items has grown to more than five-hundred pages, primarily the products of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and-"
Harry grinned, tuning out the rest of what the old headmaster was saying. A blanket ban sounded like just the thing, but that wouldn't stop the twins from getting joke products to their best customer base. No way.
More than an hour later, bellies stuffed to bursting (even Lyra ate, if only to keep up appearances, though she complained about having to exercise more if she was going to keep her slim figure, which made not just a few of the girls around the table glare in the 'new girl's' direction, and attracted the look of several of the guys), the first years were led out by the incoming fifth-year prefects. In Gryffindor, that was a boy named Stan, Harry thought, and Demelza Robbins.
The Quidditch Captainship, he suspected, had gone to Katie Bell, since the two of them were the last of the team left, now, and Katie had been on the team for a year longer than he.
While most of the other students hurried off to their respective common rooms after the firsties were led from the room, Harry and his closest Gryffindor friends lingered back until their head of house dabbed at her lips with a napkin, stood from the table and said something quietly to Dumbledore, who nodded at her, looked at Harry for a moment, then went back to talking to Professor Flitwick at his other side.
McGonagall moved smoothly as ever down the stairs, back straight and fully upright. "Are you nearly finished?"
"I think we all are, Professor," Hermione said, forcibly pushing Ron's laden fork down with her hand on his wrist, "thank you."
"Very well. If you could follow me, I will explain the arrangements that have been made. I assume, Mr. Potter, that your friends are... in on it?"
Harry swallowed, but nodded, "Yes, Professor."
"Hm. Come with me."
She was always stern, but Harry had rarely seen the Professor this cold toward any of them, least of all him and Hermione both. Was Summoning and Binding a Succubus truly that bad in her eyes? Lilith didn't seem to mind, and even Professor Dumbledore hadn't reacted like this.
The witch led them up to the third floor corridor on the left hand side, a familiar place to each of them by this point. Even Lyra, as Lilith, had been down it a few times while assisting Harry with one rendezvous or another. At the first intersection down that hall, she turned left again toward the outside of the castle, and moved to the end of a short hall. "These rooms on the left," the Professor said quietly, "Will be for your... personal use, Mr. Potter. Use them with discretion. I do not wish to hear that one of my own students has brought further shame to our noble House with... dalliances. You may, of course, bring... others here. But only if they can be discrete. You will, I hope, continue to spend time in the Gryffindor Common Room. There is more to life than..."
She trailed off, gave a little sniff, then shook her head, "You will find the rooms accommodating, I believe. If there is something you need added or changed, ask a House-Elf, or call upon me. Professor Dumbledore has also volunteered to assist, but he has a great deal on his plate already, so I would much prefer doing the work myself."
Harry nodded, "Right, Professor."
She opened the heavy oak door, revealing a wide open room, similar to a common room without any House affiliation that he could detect, with a pair of couches next to a fireplace at an angle with a table and chairs between them and at the ends both, a study area with a long table near several half-filled bookshelves, and several doors, all shut, leading out of it. As she led the students into the room, the witch explained, "These doors on the left, right and far side, are the four bedrooms. You may, of course, invite your friends to stay on occasion, but again, I must urge you to keep such behaviors to a minimum. The longer you can keep knowledge of your new... companion a secret, the safer you will be, and the happier I will be. Inviting a stream of students to what should be and was quarters for married staff to spend the night would attract attention I am sure you do not want."
Harry gulped, then nodded again.
"The right-most door is a water closet, and the one next to it a shower. It is large, but single-use only, and comes with another WC. For meals, you will still be expected at the Great Hall. For classes, your... Companion... will be-"
"My name's Lyra, Professor," the Succubus said quietly.
McGonagall's eyes and mouth tightened. "Yes. Lyra. You will be attending classes with Mr. Potter, I presume?"
The girl nodded happily.
McGonagall sighed, "Very well. I do not expect to ever hear a report of... fraternizing during class time. This is a school, and class time is for learning. Is that clear?"
"Absolutely, Professor," Hermione answered first, "we'll behave, I can assure you."
McGonagall gave a disapproving little harrumph, "Some of you, I might believe that from, Miss Granger. Perhaps Mr. Longbottom. The rest... while I certainly don't have favorites, you are very much trouble-makers. And not just for me, either. Have you any further questions about the arrangements?"
Harry shook his head, and a moment later, she was gone.
The moment the door shut, Ron turned to the rest with wide eyes, "You get your own room, Harry. Wicked."
"It's a great responsibility, Ron," Hermione chided him, "but... yes, I can see the appeal."
"Come on, you lot," Harry laughed, "I mean... no offense, I get first pick of rooms, but I'm still going to be staying in the Tower most nights. You guys can settle in for a second if you want, though, before we go up."
Harry's room was much like he'd expected. The largest of the four, of course, with a queen-sized four-poster similar in design to those in the dormitories, but without the canopy. There wasn't as much need for privacy, now that he had his own room with a locking door.
The bed, of course, dominated the space, which Harry guessed was about the size of a Gryffindor dorm room, but there was an open space on the gray stone covered with a fluffy, soft rug, two dressers, a separate wardrobe, and a study desk. The moment he smiled at the room, an elf he didn't recognize appeared, clicked its fingers together, and vanished as his trunk and Lyra's both appeared at the foot of the bed.
"Excellent," he murmured, pulling his head from the doorway and turning to his friends, who were still checking out the main room. "Alright, let's get up to the common room."
Of course, Harry should have expected that Lyra would be the center of attention. Hogwarts wasn't completely unused to transfers from other schools, but it wasn't an exceptionally common practice, either, and Harry hadn't heard of one in any house during their first five years, so there was bound to be a bit of a to-do about it until people got used to the idea.
Lyra, though, handled the questions with remarkable aplomb, answering as many as she could in vague terms, and flat-out lying about the rest. She remained consistent throughout, never slipping or giving contrary information that he noticed, while more than two dozen students, an even mix of curious girls and admiring blokes tried to get to know her better. Questions like where she was from, what her family was like, what her favorite music was, those were common and expected.
What caught Harry off-guard, though clearly the Succubus was ready for it, were questions like, "Do you have a boyfriend back home?"
The first time that had been asked, Lyra had glanced at Harry and, grinning, turned back to the curious witch who'd asked it, Lavender Brown of course, and said, "No...not back home. I might have one here, though."
"Really?" the blonde witch had gasped, "Who?"
"It's... a secret," Lyra giggled, causing several of the other girls to wink at each other knowingly, and the boys to groan.
It was almost fun watching her, he decided, milk the crowd for attention (which he knew she loved, being able to act openly, even if her true nature was unknown to most), while also dodging the questions with pseudo-information and vague statements that none of the rest seemed to notice.
After a couple more hours, though, the questions slowed as more and more students went upstairs to bed. There were classes the next day, after all.
But there was a bit more business to attend to that night.
From just outside the Gryffindor Common Room's door, beneath his Invisibility Cloak, Harry carefully pulled out the Marauder's Map and whispered the words that would activate it, holding it open as he paced as quietly as possible down the hallway, then turned right toward the exterior of the castle. Unwilling to use his wand to create a light, he needed the Moon, just now peeking beneath the slowly-breaking storm clouds.
For several minutes, he scanned the Castle, taking note of which Prefects and Professors were doing what patrols, and who was out past curfew. It wasn't terribly late, only about ten in the evening, but there were surprisingly few students about, possibly wanting to get a good night's rest before classes began the following day. Harry was restless, and hungry.
Not for food, though, and even if he'd had now four different girls- women, in some ways- that day, he wanted more.
Tracey was fun, but too tight this time. Lavender was... more brazen than I expected, even after Hermione told me she'd given some bloke a blow-job. Ginny, of course, but it's too hard to sneak up to the girl's dorms, and she might be worn out, and Lilith wanted to spend some time with Ron, and that's fine. Maybe she'll enjoy Neville again, or Dean, too.
But who's there for me...?
His eyes caught on a name.
Luna Lovegood. What's she doing on the Astronomy Tower, and alone? Hm... she's kind of cute, and seemed interested, judging by her reactions to Lilith and the dreams she's apparently been sending the girl... would she say yes?
Harry found his feet walking that way once more, tracing the now-familiar path to one of his most frequent trysting spots in the previous semester, and stepped out from the little stairwell out into a cool, moist night wind, the flagstones of the tower just starting to dry.
"Hello, Harry," Luna's wispy voice called from his left. He found her sitting on the edge of the parapet, feet outside, tapping occasionally on the stones with her wand behind her ear, as she usually kept it, looking up at the Moon. It was once more hidden behind the rapid clouds, but he could tell it would be visible again in just a few minutes.
"Hi, Luna. What're- well, if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here?"
She shrugged, not looking down, "I like looking at my namesake. She's beautiful."
"So're you," Harry found himself saying smoothly, more surprised now that he meant it than at his apparent charisma.
"I suppose," the girl said with a shrug, "but most people find my beliefs off-putting. They think I'm loony, you know."
"Clearly, they don't know how to speak the Queen's English, then. It's Luna," he replied, stepping closer so that he was behind her left shoulder, and following her gaze after looking briefly into the shadows down her nightdress and jacket.
She giggled, a bell-like sound, then looked away from the Moon up at him, "Are we going to have sex, Harry Potter?"
He swallowed, unable to deny his desire. He wanted to... the age wasn't even an issue, not after being with Ginny. Several of the people he was with the previous year were Luna's age now. Sure, she was a bit dotty, definitely odd, but... wise, kind, and tranquil in a way few others in his circle were. "That depends," he answered truthfully after a moment, "D'you mind if I sit?"
"Of course not," the girl replied, "I'd like it if we could be friends."
"We are," he snorted, swinging a leg over and carefully joining her. He wasn't worried about falling, as the wind was blowing toward their faces anyway, but the dark grounds below were practically invisible, which lent an air of mystery and danger to the view. "Friends, I mean."
"So, what does it depend on?" she asked a moment later, seeming to disregard his claim.
"You, mostly," Harry admitted after debating for a moment more, "If you want to. When, where, if you do."
"I don't know if I do," Luna whispered, almost too quiet to be heard over the wind, and looked back up at the moon. "I came out here to help me think about it. I find myself interested in the idea, of course, and the Lady of Dreams' enticements are very enticing indeed, but..."
"But what?" Harry asked, when it became clear she wasn't going to finish the sentence without prompting.
"I am not someone who cares for societal norms," Luna answered with a shrug, "but I do crave affection and care. I do not want a casual 'fuck-buddy', Harry Potter. I want a lover, one who loves me."
Harry took a long time composing his response, not because the words were hard, but because he wanted to be sure of how he felt about the statement itself. Wanted to be sure that what he was saying was accurate and honest. Not just to the girl, but to himself. "I... I have several 'fuck-buddies', as you called them. I enjoy sex a lot. There are others, though. People I care about more. Hermione, Ginny, of course, and Lyra."
"You love each of them," Luna stated, and it was clear even to Harry that it wasn't a question.
"Yeah, I do," he admitted, feeling his hand itch to move another few inches, to cover the younger girl's. Maybe circle around her waist for a bit, but fought the urge back. "But... more. In the last couple months of last year, I had more partners than I can remember. Several were just fun, or for pleasure- theirs and mine. Some meant more, without me knowing it was going to be that way. I don't know if I 'love' them. I 'like' all of those others. I could name them, if you'd prefer to know."
Luna shrugged, "It doesn't matter. What makes them different?"
Harry brought one leg up and tucked the knee beneath his chin, a gesture that Luna followed a moment later as he considered, once again, for several minutes. "I suppose... just the way I feel. Making love to- or even hard-core fucking- Ginny, Li- Lyra, or Hermione is special to me, because I love them, too. They feel... comforting, and they bring me peace in a way the others don't, not necessarily. They feel like... I don't know how to describe it with any other words, but they feel like home. Like I belong with them. Even Hermione, who clearly loves Ron, and who loves her back."
"Hermione also loves you."
"I know," he replied with a nod, running a hand through his hair and casually- entirely by accident, or at least subconsciously- putting it back over her smaller, cool one and giving it a squeeze. She didn't pull away. "It makes sense, in a weird way, at least to us. If I can find myself being in love with more than one person- why not her? I don't find myself jealous. Ron says he doesn't, and you'd think he would. Hermione isn't. She thought she might be, of Li- Lyra, or Ginny, or even everyone else. But she says she's not."
"I don't think I'd be jealous, if we were having sex," Luna said, still looking upward so that the next break in the clouds began to play across her pale white nightdress and shimmering, moon-colored skin.
"Anyway, some of the other girls... they feel like home, too. I really wish I had a better way to describe it, but I don't."
"Do you think I would feel like home?"
"I don't know," Harry admitted, "I never feel... or I haven't yet, felt that way until I've been with someone. With some of them, it's after the fact, like as we're finished and getting dressed, and I just feel... comfortable. Not all embarrassed, or guilty, or whatever. Some, I know the moment I... go inside."
Luna nodded, "Thank you. Do you feel you've fully answered the question?"
Harry shrugged, "I think, but... like I said, I don't have better words. I wish I did."
"I found your answer clear, Harry," Luna said, then turned her head to the left, "I think maybe not tonight. But sometime this year, I will be ready to see if I feel like home. If not, there are others. Who knows... maybe I will simply enjoy sex, like you do. I have dreamed of others, of course. I think the Lady of Dreams would be most fun to enjoy."
"She is," Harry laughed, then shivered involuntarily, "Come on, let's go inside, it's cold, and we don't want to get sick."
Luna smiled, and accepted his chivalrous hand to help her from the parapet. Their hands found each other in the stairwell, and she didn't let go until he'd walked the girl back to her the Ravenclaw Tower's entrance, where a bronze eagle door-knocker stood. "Thank you, Harry Potter," Luna whispered, wide blue eyes glimmering still in the moonlight from the window behind him, "For speaking with me."
Then she leaned up and gave him a quick, chaste kiss, before knocking three times softly.
Harry waited while she briefly pondered a riddle, answered, and stepped inside with another soft smile, then shut the heavy door.
Harry sighed, smiled, then pulled out the Map again. It was nearly midnight now, and the chances of him finding anyone out and available were slim, but... A name he knew caught his attention, someone moving down the main stairs.
What's Katie doing out at midnight, heading out of the castle...?
Harry shook his head while he debated dashing down the corridors and stairs of the castle, but thought better of it after a few moments. There were easier ways if he wanted to find out what the older girl was doing, even if there was a chance he could be distracted. Harry turned on his heel and walked quickly down the stairs to the third floor and left, heading back not to the Gryffindor Common Room, but to the more private quarters he had been temporarily assigned, where the unfamiliar House-Elf had brought his school things.
With a grin, he opened up his trunk to find the familiar lines of his still well-polished Firebolt racing broom. Harry shrugged off his father's Invisibility Cloak, stowing it away in the trunk for the time being, and took up the broom. Then he stepped to the window, eyes searching in the darkened grounds... Yes, there, just coming into view around one corner of the walls, a black-robed shape, moving swiftly and barely visible.
Harry grinned in an almost predatory fashion, then hurried to the common room of the quarters, where a pair of large windows stood. It was a simple matter to push one latch up and the window out, step up onto the ledge, rest the broom in the familiar spot between his legs, then step out into the night sky.
Silently, without closing the window, he glided down and forward, nearly invisible with only the thin lines of the broom itself leaving something the girl would have the slightest chance of spotting, if she looked both behind herself and up. But it seemed Katie Bell, hat on and robes pulled tight against the renewed light patter of rain and increasing chilly wind, had no suspicion she was being watched or followed as she made her way down the well-trodden path to the Quidditch Pitch.
Harry kept a distance of about fifteen feet, close enough to make sure the summer-tanned girl stayed well within sight, but far enough above and just a little behind that the chances she would spot him if she did turn were minimal. He wasn't surprised, at that point, to see her give just one quick glance around, then enter the wide, low corridor that housed the four team locker rooms.
Harry leaned low, bringing himself close to the wall, and peeked his head around the corner just in time to see her enter the Gryffindor section, the heavy door left open behind her. Before he could decide if he wanted to intrude the girl was coming back out, this time without her robes or hat. The rest of her uniform had changed, too, the sweater-vest, tie, and long socks and shoes were gone, replaced by shorter, white socks without shoes, her skirt, and the plain white blouse the girls wore beneath the vest when the weather was colder.
Despite it being still summer, there were a great many of the girls wearing the winter clothing given the weather the country had been experiencing for months. Still, seeing her without most of that protection, her own Cleansweep Seven in hand now, gave Harry pause. Isn't she cold...?
Indeed, he watched Katie shiver, then tap her wand briefly against her stomach, before sighing in relief. "That's better," she murmured, just audible over the moaning of the wind through the corridor, which moved straight onto the pitch itself from the outside, unlike the other stands, which had stairwells climbing higher and higher up stadium seating. "I should've remembered the warming charm in the first place."
Harry grinned, glad that his lifestyle at the Dursleys, at least in his pre-Wizarding days, had well prepared and acclimated him to the cold, on top of the hardiness he'd gained from Lilith's runes. He was actually quite comfortable even just in his regular clothing. Then he watched as Katie threw the broom between her legs, heedless that she was wearing a skirt, and took off down the corridor as quickly as her broom would go, before twisting up once she was clear and heading into the sky herself.
So, she's out for a midnight fly. Not that unusual, I guess... but the skirt makes me wonder.
His dick started to strain as Harry imagined catching a glimpse of knickers from below, and slowly lowered to the ground, stepping in quietly, then sneaking in and depositing his own broom in his locker, before leaving as well and following her, still nearly invisible, out onto the pitch.
His eyes were glued to the acrobatic witch within seconds. He already knew she could fly, or she'd never have been a consistent member of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team for as many years he'd been at Hogwarts, but watching the older girl perform moves that seemed so effortless was mesmerizing. He knew for a fact how challenging some of them were to pull off, even if he found a lot of joy in trying anyway.
Katie whipped, whirled, and spun in the air, twisting on a knut in several places, and at one point, swooped low enough over Harry's head that his hair was whipped about, forcing him to duck instinctively. But she showed no signs that she had noticed, and merely continued her high-speed circle, one hand on the broom, the other clutching air as if she were holding a quaffle. Eventually, ten minutes or so into watching her, Harry made his way back out and up into the Gryffindor stands, where he sat on the second to the front row, right in the middle, and cancelled the disillusionment charm.
It took maybe another half hour for Katie to notice him, and when she did, the girl's annoyance was clear as she braked suddenly, turning to race directly toward him, and turn to the side from a few feet away, just over the front of the stands. "What're you doing, Potter?" she hissed, "It's after one!"
"I could say the same thing,"
Katie's scowl grew, "I have a free period until lunch- I can sleep in. Don't you have classes?"
Harry shrugged, grinning, and leaned back a little, putting his hands on the bleachers behind him, "Yeah, but I don't sleep much. Never have, and less now, and I don't know what I'm taking anyway. Besides, I saw you sneaking out and got curious."
The girl sniffed, looking away as her face darkened a bit in the spotty moonlight, "It's nothing- I just wanted to go for a fly."
"In the cold... wearing less than you were before?"
Katie shot him a small glare, "None of your business what I do, Potter. Yes, I like flying at night. No, I don't mind the cold with warming charms."
"Your nipples are erect."
The statement clearly caught her off-guard, because Katie wavered, almost falling from her broom for a moment before she glanced down, then looked up with the same amount of annoyance and even more embarrassment thrown in, "It- it is a bit cold..."
Harry smiled, "And you aren't wearing a bra. You probably were, earlier."
"I like the breeze, okay? Geez... pervert."
Harry laughed out loud, "Of course I am- I'm a bloke. Didn't paint you as one, but... Come on, Katie? Why the hostility? I haven't attacked you or anything. I was just watching you fly- you're damned good at it."
Still, the girl's eyes narrowed, "Did- did you s- see?"
"See you fly?" Harry asked, cocking his head slightly, "Yeah, I just said that."
"No, not- not that. Um... nevermind. If you don't know..."
She looked away, and Harry suddenly figured it out. He let out another laugh, pulled out his wand, and said, "Accio Katie!"
She flew toward him quickly, but only about half-way before she caught herself on the broom with a yelp, "What the hell, Potter?"
Now, though, she was within arm's reach, so Harry took hold of the end of her Cleansweep and slowly angled it down, making her slide forward a little. He watched, fascinated, as her eyes fluttered. Oh... oh, that's good to know. "Katie, can we... talk?"
She frowned, opened her eyes, and yanked the broom out of his hands all at once, drifting a few feet higher in the process. "I don't know what you'd want to talk about. Besides, it's not like I haven't heard the rumors, you know. Alicia was one of my best friends."
Harry grinned, leaning back again, "You believe rumors?"
"I believe Alicia."
He nodded, "Good. You should trust your friends. Look, I really do mean to talk. I just have a few questions."
Katie frowned, looking down at his own trousers which were slightly tented, then steered to his left and dismounted. "Fine. We can talk. What?"
"Sit," he urged, patting the bench beside him, "You seem tense. Relax."
She did so reluctantly, but Harry stood up a moment later and, with a hand on her shoulder, stepped behind the girl, sitting down again, and started to rub. "I'll stop if you want me to," he told her, "At any point. I won't force anything on you."
"Like you didn't just yank me out of the air, then... ooh... that- that feels pretty nice," Katie said, leaning back and into his hands, "You... okay, you can keep doing that."
That it provided an ample opportunity for Harry to stare at the older witch's chest from above, even see a hint of areolae and yes, erect nipples through the rain splatters on her white shirt, was just a side benefit, because Harry found he really did enjoy doing this for his friends. "So... yeah, you seem stressed. I know it's your N.E.W.T. year, but is there anything else going on? Anything you want to talk about?"
"N- no," Katie murmured, "Just... family things. I didn't have a good summer, that's all."
"Mm. Sorry to hear that- mine was damned good, actually," Harry told her, "but I won't bore you with the details."
"Like getting your Godfather cleared, and moving in with him? And shagging that transfer girl?"
"Yeah," Harry grinned shamelessly, "things like that. God, she's gorgeous, you know? I mean, you are too, but..."
Below him, Katie snorted, "Right, pull the other one. I don't-"
Harry's hands on her shoulders stopped, "You are," he said firmly, "and don't question it, please. If you turned around you'd be able to see how gorgeous you are- there's evidence."
She was quiet for a moment as his hands resumed, then she murmured, "I don't need to see a teenage boy's cock staring me in the face, thanks. No matter how good Alicia said it was."
Harry grinned, "She said that to you, huh?"
Katie nodded. "Before..."
And suddenly, Harry remembered why her summer wouldn't have been good. "Oh, shit," he whispered, "you were... best friends. I didn't think about that in context. I'm sorry. I miss her, too, and not... not because of the sex. I know you two were really close, but I counted her as a friend, too."
Katie sniffled, "I... I don't regret going to the funeral," she whispered, "it's just... it's been hard. Knowing she's gone. And... sorry I glared at you. We're friends, you- you and me. It just- reminded me. Sorry I took it out on you."
"No," Harry murmured, "I don't- mind. You should have a chance to vent your feelings. I can handle it. If you want to yell at someone, you can yell at me. Hate me if you want."
His hands kept moving, and Katie reached up to take one, giving it a warm squeeze, "I don't," she whispered, "And Alicia would be mad at me if I did. I just... miss her. We... we had so many plans for- for the future. Things we wanted to do, places to visit... we were going to get married, you know?"
His hands froze. "You- and her? To- together?"
Katie nodded, "Yeah, over in Uganda, where Angelina's family is from. Next summer, after I- after I graduated. It's legal there. Now..."
"I didn't know you preferred women," he murmured, "Sorry. Alicia never..."
Katie snorted, "You're daft, Harry- we, meaning me, Alicia, Angelina, and the Weasley Twins. All of us, together. It's... a thing. I don't mind fucking boys, too. I just... I'm not in the mood often these days. Things are... harder."
He nodded, "I understand, I think. So... I know it's probably early. Have you... made any different plans?"
She looked up at him, then shrugged beneath his hands, "No. I will. I won't just... pine, and stop living. Alicia would be so mad if I did. But... I love her, and I miss her. Angelina, the twins... I like them, and I like the sex, but... it's not the same, not without her."
Thinking of the dark-skinned, older witch being taken from both sides by Ron's older brothers made Harry's cock jump in his pants again, but Katie just gave another wistful sort of sniff, and lifted her head to the clouds that had once again started to part due to the stiff wind. "I suppose when I graduate I'll have some idea what to do. But no, I have no plans. No one I'm really interested in. It's just... everything's dull."
Harry got an idea. One that maybe, just maybe, could help. It was risky, though.
"Katie... you know how I've been... different, lately?"
She grinned, "Become a man-whore?"
He nodded, smiling back down at her, and making sure she saw him stare down her blouse, too, "Yeah, that. Um... there's a reason for it. A friend I made. She... no, let me ask a different way. She can be Alicia. Look like her... feel like her. Maybe act like her, at least some. If... if you think it would help, you could talk to her, in a way. Hell, make love to her. I don't know. If you think it would help. I don't want it to hurt you, so I'm sorry if bringing up the idea... hurts. It's not her, I can't bring her back of course, but this friend can look like her. Be her, as far as I can tell, down to the last detail physically, and she's damned good at mimicry. Maybe... maybe it could give you a chance to say goodbye."
"That sounds... hard," Katie whispered, bringing her hands beneath her chest and shivering, though he could tell from the heat emanating from her body that the warming charm was still very active, "but... but it might help. Can I... think about it?"
"Sure," Harry murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the girl's dark hair. "Any time you want, let me know and I'll arrange it if you want. If you don't, consider the matter dropped, okay?"
She nodded once, then reached up and took his hand again, "You're a good friend, Harry."
He was a bit surprised when she dragged that hand down to cup her breast. "Katie...?"
"Feels good," she said with a one-armed shrug, "got me... more randy. Besides, the... talking helped. More than I expected it to. You can... touch me. If you want. If I'm... good enough."
"You're more than good enough," he whispered, sliding forward from the bench to kneel behind her, and whispered in Katie's ear, "You're the first girl I had a wet dream about. Did you know that?"
She shuddered, "N- no."
But, with her permission now, Harry was happy to push both arms down her front, cupping both modest, perky breasts from above, giving each a simultaneous squeeze, then harder one at a time, before leaning in to nuzzle her neck, "How far d'you want to go, Katie?" he asked, "I'll only go that far, no farther."
She shrugged again, tilting her head to give him easier access, so Harry leaned in further to nibble, lick, and then lightly bite the soft blush below her ear while his hands continued fondling the witch's chest, which was modest but quite firm, even aerodynamic. "We can fuck, if you want," she eventually said, "It's... been a while. I wasn't randy. Haven't been in the mood since... that day. But now I kind of..."
Harry grinned, Not even any Fog necessary. Okay... He continued to nibble at the young woman's neck while one hand drifted further down to grab at the waist of her skirt, fisting in it though he didn't move it, and Katie leaned further back against him, pressing her damp, cold blouse against his shirt. Then he lifted the hand on her chest and moved up, then back down beneath the collar as her breathing increased in speed.
Katie reached up to undo two buttons as he cupped one breast, easily holding it in his hand, enjoying how the inside of the soft flesh, like her torso, was warm but the skin itself was cool to the touch, and rolled the nipple between his fingers and thumb.
He was surprised again when, the buttons undone, Katie's free hand, the one not wrapping around his neck and pulling him further into hers, took his lower arm by the wrist and brought it to the hem of her skirt, then up to trail along the inside of her thigh.
Heat, and in the lessening breeze, a waft of arousal.
Harry grinned, "No knickers, huh? Is that what you were asking if I'd seen?"
Katie moaned, "Like the breeze," she reminded him, head rolling on her shoulders as he continued to suckle there, "feels good... like the broom."
"You were getting off while flying?"
She grinned, he could feel the muscles pulling against his cheek, "Y- yeah. Best thing I'd had since that- that day."
"You don't have to do it alone," he told her, "Never again, if you want."
"Sometimes it's fun. You can put them on me, Potter... finger me, don't tease."
He grinned against her, biting the neck harder and sucking the flesh between his teeth to leave a mark while his lower hand, which had circled her twat but not touched it directly beneath her skirt, twisted to cup it. The middle finger, pinky, and thumb molded themselves perfectly to the obscured folds, and the first knuckle of his longer digit slipped into her snatch with ease. "You're really wet," he chuckled after letting go, proud of the hickey she'd be sporting the next day, thankfully mostly hidden by her thick, dark brown hair.
"Good," she muttered, "that'll make it easier to take you."
"So... you want to go all the way?"
Katie nodded, turning her head now to face his, and pressed her forehead against him, lips moving on his lips as she replied, "Wanted it since early fifth year, when I saw how handsome you were getting. Would've put out if you'd ever had the balls to ask back then."
Harry grinned, shrugged a bit sheepishly, then removed the hand from her blouse to start undoing his own trousers. Once he was free, Harry sat back on the bench, and gave Katie, who was now touching herself beneath the skirt instead, a wink, "Come on, then. Have a seat on my broom."
"Is it better than your Firebolt?" Katie chuckled, rising and stepping up the bench herself, before turning back around and lowering herself onto his lap. "This was kinda fun, having you back there."
It took a few tries before she had the angle right, but as she sank onto Harry's dick, Katie moaned and leaned back against him again, beginning with slow little gyrations of her hips with him mostly, not fully, inside her. "D- damn... feels like I've got Dean in me," she moaned, "I heard... he was the biggest in your year."
"I'm bigger," Harry assured her, "Both down and across. Good size, though, if you want... him."
Katie shook her head, "N- no. He's an okay flyer, but... you're b-b-ette-r."
The stutter was caused by Harry's hand on her clit, moving gently as she gyrated, bringing what he thought was probably her first orgasm in months.
Once the aftershocks had begun to fade, Katie started lifting herself on him, gasping as his veins and cap stroked at her g-spot, then came back down slowly, groaning as he filled her once more. "Shit, Potter..."
Harry let her do the work, as she seemed to enjoy it, and Katie alternated between moving up and down for ten or twenty strokes, and gyrating her hips in a circle as he continued caressing her body, now with one hand beneath the blouse from below, the other moving on her thighs, or up her sides.
True, it was late, but like with his first experience with Ginny, Harry knew that there was a chance, however small, they could be caught at any moment. Hagrid, if no one else, sometimes wandered the grounds at night, too.
While she continued to ride him with increasing abandon, Harry's mind seemed to almost split in two, between being caught in the moment, and wondering how his first Wizarding friend, even before Ron, would react to knowing he'd summoned and bound a Succubus. If, that was, he didn't already know. He had to wonder, mostly, because there was the high chance of disapproval- the 'dark' aspect of the magic, much less the sex- but also because he knew Hagrid to be quite fascinated with magical creatures of all sorts, and Lilith was nothing if not a magical creature.
From there, his mind drifted to imaginary images of Lilith, as Lyra, or herself in any of her usual forms, bouncing on a shaft as big as Harry's whole arm, and he grinned. Maybe he could convince Hagrid it wasn't so bad, if he was upset about it?
Katie groaned again, her body falling forward as she came for the second time, barely catching herself on the lower bench with her arms. Harry, attention once more fully in the moment, started moving more himself, fucking into her from behind while her pants grew louder, more ragged. "Getting closer," he told the girl, "I can finish... soon. How d'you want me to do it, Katie?"
She didn't answer, only started throwing herself back on him with abandon, face lifted to the sky, enraptured, as her moans turned to gasps and short, truncated cries. "Ha- Ha- Har- Harr-"
Her sudden switch from controlled to wanton was too much, and Harry's climax neared precipitously fast, "Cumming," he warned the girl, trying to give her a chance to pull away, "Katie, I''m- you're making me-"
Her hips slammed against his harder still, and she stayed there, pussy walls quivering, milking, as he gave a loud grunt of his own, and lost his grip on sanity. He filled her with the first spurt, felt the heat wash to the tip of the girl's tight channel, just beyond his head, and then flow back, coating his cock and mixing with her lubricant fluids. The next, stronger but slower spurt, Harry felt welling from within his balls and slam outward in what felt like a bulge up his urethra and out, and Katie grunted as it hit her cervix, her hips grinding back against him further as she keened, "F-uuuck!"
Over the next several seconds, she slowly pushed herself upright, Harry still sheathed within her, and raised, then lowered her body a few more times, muscles trembling in slow ripples along her entire frame, before standing and pulling off completely. Harry watched, amazed, as she turned toward him with her skirt raised, to show the wizard his cum running in huge rivulets down her thighs, or swinging in several strings from her labia minora. "That was great, Harry," Katie sighed, leaning down to kiss him again with one hand on his chin, the other still holding up her skirt, "Now... go to bed. I need a shower."
He grinned, "Want some company?"
She laughed, kissed him again, then stood up and reached for her broom, shoving it between her legs and grinding his seed along about a foot of its length with a sultry smile, "No... we'd not get in before breakfast. Go on. I'll be fine."
"Alright, Katie," he told her, standing up and leaning in to kiss her, in turn, with one hand on her arse, "but I meant what I said. Any time. And the thing with- my friend."
She smiled and nodded, "Go."
Harry returned to the Gryffindor dormitory to find Lilith the only one awake, as usual, sitting on the edge of his bed, looking curious. "Have fun, Master?"
He smiled, nodding as he glanced about the room. Neville and Seamus' curtains were drawn, Ron's wide open along with Harry's own, and Dean's half-so, but he could still tell the black boy was nude, like Ron, though his best friend was beneath the blankets. "Enjoy both?"
Lilith shook her head, "No... Ron, yes. You don't seem to mind if I fuck him whenever. You don't, right?"
Harry shook his head after a moment's thought, "No... but make sure he has some energy for Hermione, too."
"Of course," Lilith said with a smile, "Can we talk?"
"Sure," Harry replied while undressing, shameless to be nude before her now, after all they'd done.
She waited until he was in the bed with her before taking his cock in her mouth and licking it a few times, back to full mast, before climbing astride him and starting to ride in slow movements a lot like Katie had before, as her body shrank from Ron's favorite shape to his. "I want more sex."
He frowned, "From me?"
"Yes, from you," Lilith laughed, "but from everyone. I want to... I want free reign. Anyone I want."
Harry deliberated, "Um... is that... necessary? I mean..."
"I want to feel Dean in my ass," Lilith said, leaning over him as her body morphed into Ginny's, "and you in my cunt, while Ron ruts on my face like an animal. I want to fuck your friend Hagrid, like your dirty little mind was thinking of a few minutes ago. I want to feel Lavender's little throat stretching on my massive cock, too. I don't want McGonagall, or Dumbledore, if that's what you're thinking. Sexy people, or at least people who can still enjoy it."
He frowned, "But... you're mine."
"And I still will be," she cooed, morphing into Hermione, then Hannah and then Susan, before shrinking down to Tracey, which made her even tighter on his cock, "always. But I want to operate in the open. Like with Ron."
"Lilith," he sighed, "Lyra was invented for a reason, remember?"
"Sure," she murmured, beginning to bounce faster as she changed to that form, too, for a few strokes before becoming Lilian Vergot, the 'case worker' he'd had for a while during the summer, "and that's fine- but your friends are trustworthy, mostly. I can encourage them to be more trustworthy, with my body if nothing else. Come on... tell me you aren't getting a bit bored, just fucking the same people. Even if you keep adding more, slowly."
"Well," Harry muttered thoughtfully, "I... I don't know if bored is the right word, but... that three- foursome sounds fun."
"And there's so much more," Lilith cooed, "So many things we can do... There's a potion that can let me fuck you as a woman... or lesbians."
"Polyjuice," he said thoughtfully, "I'm familiar, remember?"
She smiled, "Imagine... two Hermiones, or two of Ginny, grinding their hot little pussies on each other..." The Succubus smiled as his cock swelled again inside her, giving him another grind, "and then taking your big cock and my even bigger one... or Hagrid. Shit... that man's got to be huge."
Lilith shuddered on him, experiencing a small orgasm that made her eyes roll back in her head briefly, and Harry smiled, "Okay, fine, I'm convinced. Maybe not openly- but among people I've... been with, you can show them what you are. Okay? The roommates, too. Not all the room-mates. I'm not sure we can trust Ginny's, or... whatever, but mine and probably Hermione's are okay."
"Thank you, Master," Lilith cooed, "And as a reward, a treat. Don't get all squicky... enjoy it for what it is. Dean certainly enjoyed his wank..."
Harry watched, eyes wide, as Lilith rose completely off him, then her body morphed once more from Lilian's to a much smaller one, smaller even than his favorite, down...
He couldn't believe she'd gone so far. The Succubus was... her body couldn't have been older than twelve, maybe a year or two younger, flat-chested, just barely starting to bud, with not a single pubic hair, and the most innocent face, framed by curly blonde hair, lightly dusted with freckles.
"Daddy," the child-Lilith cooed, "make me feel like Mommy..."
Then he watched, both horrified and extremely aroused, as the tiny folds opened wide, impossibly so, for his dick, stretching and stretching. He was wider even than the cleft between the girl's legs, but she still sank down, and down, impossibly tight, but so hot and so wet...
He felt a hymen tear when just his cap was inside, and she had further still to go. But the little girl's body sank down even more, until her little, thin, spindly legs were folded up against her, feet on his stomach, and pelvis sitting on his, eyes scrunched shut with pain... and maybe pleasure, too. "Thank you, Daddy," Lilith whispered, and Harry's cock gave an unbidden lurch.
He watched it, saw the bulge, clear up to between the child-Succubus' nipples and an inch past even them, her entire body necessary to take his whole length.
Then she started to move, and Harry experienced pleasure such as he never had, as the Succubus' insides, impossible for any human to match, molded to him, formed tiny, slick fingers to caress him like her mouth had done that one strange day, and she bounced and writhed vigorously, crying out his name in a shirll, high voice, "Ma-aster! D-daddy Harry! Daddy, daddy! It feels so gooood, Daddy Harry!"
It was too much. Within two minutes, hating himself for fucking a child like that, Harry had picked Lilith up, shoved her down into the bed, and started hammering away, out of control, heedless of her 'pained' cries, wanting only to make the pleasure increase.
And it did, crashing over him in a colossal wave of self-recrimination and ecstasy, as his magically-enhanced penis made his semen gush out of the no longer virginal cunt.
As his orgasm slowed, Harry felt the loathing begin to take precedence...
Until he looked down at the child-like face, and saw only adoration and approval shimmering in Lilith's eyes, her hair still golden but the eyes and shape of the jaw unmistakably hers. "Thank you, Master, for taking me," she whispered.
His thick dick, covered in himself and her and what passed for bright red blood, pulled away, and he took the girl by her legs, pushing them up to frame her head so that her little body was arched upward. He reached two fingers into her stretched-out twat, scooped their mixed blood and fluids, then jammed them into her eager mouth, before lifting her, by the legs and holding them open, upside-down like a doll to push his face into the gap.
It was strange, a part of him thought, to enjoy licking up his own jizz, but he did, eating out the tiny pussy with relish until she, too, was clean of the colossal mess, while the tiny body twisted and reached out, upside-down, to suckle at the end of his cock, using suction and little hands alone to pull out what she could from his pipe and the top half- all she could reach.
Then he put her back down, folded her legs again, and held them with one hand while the other pushed his raging erection down once more. "Enjoy, baby girl," he heard himself whisper, "Mommy likes this, too."
She whimpered, choking back a scream, as he slammed his entire, nine-inch dick into her rectum, and didn't let up for several minutes, until the tight convulsions had him filling her body once more, lost to the haze of lust and pleasure.
When Harry was himself again, Lilith was lying against him in her guise as Lyra, a hand idly stretching some of his cum between her fingers, dangling it over her flicking tongue. "That was..."
"Amazing," she cooed, turning to give him a kiss, "I loved watching you lose control, Master... using me like that."
"I was going to say 'dirty as fuck', he retorted quietly, pulling her close. "Why the... the child?"
"Dean," she murmured, "He's... got predilections. I don't know if he'd act on them. Somehow, I doubt it, but he does like girls younger than him. Obviously, if it was a real girl that age, there would be problems, but as I'm not... I enjoyed it."
"I did, too," Harry admitted, pulling her close to giving the Succubus a light kiss on the nose, "more than... than I thought I would. Not an every-day thing, though, for sure."
Lilith- Lyra- nodded. "What...what about being called... Daddy?"
Harry shrugged, "I don't... it was weird, but I didn't mind. Caught me off guard."
"If you had a gorgeous sister," Lilith whispered, "Would you want her, too?"
Harry froze. "I... I don't know how to answer that," he finally said, completely honestly.
"Okay. Night, Master... Daddy."
He snorted, then closed his eyes, putting the matter from his mind for the moment, knowing she would shut the curtains if she cared. Not that the others were shy about nudity anymore, not after Lilith had been around them for two months the last semester, even if it was the first night back.
His last thought before drifting away was, What a night, though.
A/N2: Review, folks! New chapters posted monthly (roughly around the 5th), but I will post early when I hit 15 reviews per chapter!
For those who might be interested, I now have a Pat(r)eon (and thanks, FFnet, for being obnoxious as always with outside links. And by thanks I mean I kind of hate you for it).
Delete all spaces as usual, and it should work just fine. You do need to have NSFW enabled on , and even then it can be hard to find sometimes... for some reason.
www . Pa tre on KajaWilder?fbclid=IwAR1Hp5avi-DbbxVF58c3Ctl9tgZEthIvPqujVeOBJS2bPWmwK_m_GhCbWMs
You an also find original erotica / romance work (of all kinds and kinks, similar to FwB) written my yours truly on Amazon's Kindle store. The author to search for, again, is Kaja Wilder... you might have to sort through some bath stuff, but in the eBook store specifically I'm the first to pop up. :)
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