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Chap. 26: First Rounds and a Round of Firsts

Harry, nude and slightly sticky, had slept in until half-way through breakfast, an hour before the first classes would start, before rising from bed, throwing the curtains wide to see Ron still laying beneath his covers, in his own bed with the curtains half-open, lazily watching the sunlight creep across the otherwise darkened room. "Mo- Moorrnin, 'Arry," his best mate said with a lazy yawn, smacking his lips. "Other's are gone. Hermione's got Runes. Any plans?"

Harry stepped out, ignoring how Ron's eyes rolled as he stood without bothering with clothing, and bent to gather clothes from his trunk. "Shower first. Then breakfast, maybe, but I'm not really hungry. After that... I donno. Maybe hang out in the rooms downstairs, if I don't have a class?"

"Maybe," Ron said, closing his eyes and rolling onto his back, clearly scratching at his stomach and then reaching down to give his morning wood a few strokes beneath the blanket, apparently having decided that Harry already knew his intimate self well enough not to be bothered, too. "Be more fun with a girl or two there."

"I know," Harry nodded, "but... shit. I just remembered- we need to get our schedules. Get up, we gotta hurry."

"Damn," Ron said, throwing the blankets off, still erect, and rushed to his own trunk as Harry dashed toward the showers.

While the two washed, as quickly as they could, in the barely-separated stalls, Harry asked, "So how come you didn't already go down? I know you like a lie-in, but being late for breakfast..."

"Donno," Ron called back through the steam, "just wasn't that hungry today, either. Maybe it's those Runes? Didn't Lilith say somethin' about not needing to eat or sleep as much? I've been awake later and getting up earlier, too."

"That's right... I'd forgotten. If we- what the- Hermione? Not that I'm complaining, but..."

In the stall two away, he heard a yelp and a crash as Ron, startled, slipped and fell to the floor. Harry, though, was more concerned with their other friend, who was leaning against the half-wall that kept the spray (mostly) from getting into the loo areas, blouse half undone and vest missing, grinning with her chin on her hands. "Don't mind me," she called, "I'm just enjoying the show from my two studly boyfriends."

He might have been a bit more okay with displaying himself for Harry, and Harry had gotten over it completely, but Ron still seemed quite embarrassed to be 'on display' for Hermione, because he was hiding himself with both hands as he stood up, making sure he was mostly hidden by the booth wall as he stuck his head out, "What're you doin' in here? Blimey!"

"I already said," Hermione smiled and made a kissing motion with her mouth, then reached into her breast pocket and pulled out a few pieces of parchment, "Course lists, I told Professor McGonagall I'd bring them up to you since you were late. Luckily, she seems to have forgotten that I'm not to be trusted around you anymore."

Harry grinned as he started rinsing, and called, "So, you gonna join us, or are we coming out there?"

She debated while Ron sputtered a bit, then stood up, "Oh... I've already showered once, but I have classes, so I'm not staying. Sorry. Maybe Lil- Lyra can entertain you when she gets back from... wherever she went. I was surprised she wasn't sucking your dicks when I came in, to be honest."

"There's an idea," Ron muttered, quietly enough Harry wasn't sure their girlfriend (the term was apt, even if it still felt weird to say it like that and not feel possessive) could have possibly heard.

"Anyway," Hermione said, standing fully upright, "I'll leave your lists on your trunks. Don't take too long. You both have a free period while I have Runes, and another after lunch, but you'll want to review for DADA and Potions, I'm sure."

As she left, Ron called, "Neither of us got an O in Potions, remember?"

"I looked at your schedules!" the girl yelled back, and a moment later Harry heard the door of their room shut.

He toweled off quickly, and dressed in the loo area before entering the dormitory room itself. It might have been empty when they got into the shower, and now, but he knew for a fact that his other roommates, Dean, Seamus, and Neville, didn't have Ancient Runes either, so they might be coming back to have a kip, or hang out, or get books for DADA.

Harry glanced down at his trunk with a frown as he picked up the list, looking it over. "How did that get up here, anyway? I mean, that elf took it to the staff suite last night. But I think it was here when I came back, too. Ron's never did show up in his room down there."

He put the question from his mind for the moment as he looked over the list. "Okay, so Hermione was right, as usual," he murmured to himself as he crouched and opened his trunk again, fishing out books as he went so they would be in the right order, a trick he'd picked up from Hermione to save a little time. "DADA, then double Potions today, tomorrow starts with Double Herbology, Transfiguration before lunch, then Double Charms and the last period before dinner is free. Lots of free time, it looks like- I'm gonna get a lot of action this year," he chuckled toward Ron as he stepped out, pants on but shirtless and still toweling his thick, long ginger hair.

"Howzat?"

Harry shrugged, "Check your schedule, you'll figure it out. Wednesday starts with a Free period, then Herbology and Charms, then the Double DADA and a free period again. Thursday... Charms, then all three of us have a free period together, which is when they'd be doing Divination and History. Glad we're skipping those."

"Too right," Ron muttered darkly, "I can nap in free periods better anyway, my bed's a lot softer than the desks."

Harry laughed, placed those books in order too, and kept on. "Transfiguration before lunch, too, then Potions after, but then Hermione has two periods, Runes and Arithmancy, so we can look elsewhere. Friday's a busy day for both of us. Potions, Herbology, and DADA before lunch, then a free hour, and double Transfiguration before dinner. No Astronomy, though, so our nights are free at least."

"Except for homework," Ron said with a shrug as he plopped onto his bed to pull on socks and shoes, then started gathering up his own books while Harry put on his. "You know Hermione's still going to make us keep up on that."

"Yeah," Harry agreed, "And it's supposed to be easier than last year, but I'm holding judgment on that. I don't think she'll be as uptight toward the end, though, since I've barely heard of anyone being dropped between sixth and seventh year courses."

"Charlie did," Ron shrugged as he stood up with a mostly-empty bag, holding only his pair of notebooks, his new-to-him DADA book, and a few sweets he'd somehow saved over the summer, "in Herbology. Didn't need it, but... he got lazy, figured it wasn't worth doing the rest of the work since he didn't need the grade."

Harry pursed his lips as he started for the door, "Yeah, but that doesn't fit us. I'm not entirely sure I want to be an Auror any more, to be honest, but I'll still go for those courses because I like them all except Potions, and without Snape teaching them it might be better."

"I liked Professor Black," Ron grinned as he fell into step beside him going down the stairs, easily catching up with his longer stride, "she was pretty fit for an older lady. A real WIF."

Harry missed half a step, "What's a wiff? Like a missed cast?"

"No," Ron laughed, "Heard it from Seamus last night- he called her that, in fact. Means a 'Witch I'd Fuck', apparently."

Harry snorted, dropping his voice a little as they heard a few others in the common room below, some making their way up the stairs, "There's a whole lot of those for me."

"Me too, mate, me too," Ron agreed with another laugh, shifting to the side to let a couple of seventh-years, already looking harassed, dash up the stairs for their own books.

"Also, you know that's Tonks' mum, right?"

Ron paused-mid step, turning slightly green for a moment, then shrugged. "Doesn't change that she's fit. I mean, rather her daughter, but Lyra can do the same thing, right?"

"That she can," Harry chuckled.

When they arrived, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom door was side open, and a light, cheerful chatter could be heard from a few of the more studious students, though Harry and Ron were among the first few to arrive. Only Hermione and three Ravenclaws, a witch he didn't know who must have been roommates with the other witch of the group, Padma Patil, and both Michael Corner and Terry Boot, each of whom had been at the Ministry at the end of the previous year along with Anthony Goldstein.

Harry shot them both a somber nod as he remembered the fallen once more, but as they nodded back, each gave him a little smile, and the 'chosen one' felt a small bit of the building guilt wash away as he moved to sit next to Hermione, with Ron taking the other side of the long desk she had clearly claimed for them. "Stop for some fun?" she asked quietly from the spot at the front right, as Harry looked around the room.

"No," he murmured, "just came straight down once we were ready- weren't sure how long we had. Any sign of Dumbledore?"

Hermione shook her head, "Nope."

"He'll be here," Ron said with a shrug and a grin, leaning back in his chair, "unless he forgot."

As the remaining students trickled in, most of them in a hurry as usual at the beginning of the year, Harry took a more careful look around the room. The last time it had been this bright was their second year, with Lockhart 'teaching', but there wasn't a hint of lilac in sight, and even Dumbledore's usual bright or royal colors were absent. Instead, a few pictures of dueling pistes, some full and some not, lined the back wall, while, much more fascinating to Harry, moving pictures of actual Wizarding battles, some in black and white and a few in color, in all sorts of environments- deserts, plains, forests, and even a couple of city streets or inside buildings, adorned the opposite wall, while the longer wall across from the three tall windows held several complex diagrams he vaguely recognized in style from Hermione's Arithmancy homework.

The dais that led to the Professor's office was open, and from within, Harry noticed a faint flash of green light as a woosh caught his attention. He turned forward with wide eyes and a smile as Professor Dumbledore stepped into the room wearing robes of midnight blue with little twinkling stars adorning it but without his usual tall hat, brushing soot from his shoulders. "My apologies for my tardiness, students, I was held up in a meeting with Professor McGonagall. I shall hurry through the roll-call, I believe, until we are finished, and we will go from there. I'm afraid that I don't know nearly half of you half as well as you probably think you deserve, but... we'll remedy that over the coming semester, won't we?"

"The Hobbit," he heard Hermione whisper, and Harry saw Dumbledore's eyes twinkle as he glanced in the witch's direction.

"So, in no particular order..."

As Dumbledore read out the roll, Harry was surprised to see that, unnoticed by him until then, there were not only several Ravenclaws in the class, but also Slytherins and a couple of Hufflepuffs, each of whom he recognized. So Susan, Hannah, and Ernie made it in, and I'm glad Daphne did, but I'm a bit surprised to see Milly, Tracey, and Pansy. Not so much Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, or Nott. I notice Zabini isn't here, or the rest of the Slytherins in our year.

"So," Dumbledore continued as he set down the parchment with his roll on it and gestured throughout the room, "This year, as you might be able to guess, we will be studying that one subject most students in their youth are eager to learn- combat between witches and wizards. Toward the rear, you will notice several portraits or pictures of dueling pistes as they have matured throughout the years to the present day. We will spend approximately one month on duelling etiquette and rules, before moving on to more battlefield-style combat toward the end of the year. Between them, expect to do a great deal of studying, both with homework and practice.

"You will be learning a great number of spells this year, and I hope, a modicum of restraint with them. Moreso, I hope that those of you in my N.E.W.T.-level classes will learn that any spell can be harmful if used in certain ways, and take that into account when one might be about to target a fellow student, or any other creature. Finally and least, though it has served me well, we will also be discussing at length creativity, that most evasive of skills for any magical being."

Hermione, between he and Ron, was positively vibrating, but Harry couldn't fault her. He was sitting up straighter, too, his pulse already racing with the knowledge Dumbledore was teasing them with.

"So, to begin, let us first go over nonverbal spells. Would someone like to define- ah, yes, Miss Granger?"

As Hermione rattled off, to her credit, not just a by-the-book rote reply but her own take on the subject from, no doubt, her experiments to cast that way early, Harry smiled, listening just as attentively to her.

"An excellent answer, Miss Granger. Take five points to Gryffindor- an excellent start. Yes, she is correct. Nonverbal spells..."

Ron groaned in frustration, tossing his wand to the coffee table before the couch they were sitting on in the small, comfortable common room of the private, staff quarters Harry had been assigned to accommodate his extracurricular activities in an effort to keep them discreet. "I give up. Nonverbal spells are hard. I don't know how Mum and Dad do them... even the twins picked up on 'em super fast, but..."

Harry frowned, not for the first time, and more gently set his wand aside, too. "There's got to be something we're missing. I'm fine with waiting for Hermione, though. She's got it figured out- did you see how quick she got it?"

"Yeah," Ron shrugged, without a hint of the annoyance that was so present in previous years at her studious nature and learning curve, "good thing we've got her to help. Merlin, I'm randy... that's what's distracting me, I'm sure."

Harry nodded, "Me too. I wonder where Lilith is."

He jumped as a mental call came back a moment later, suffused with a sense of amusement and arousal, "In the first room on the left, Master. Waiting for you. Bring Ron if he wants to... come."

Harry stood up, grinning widely, and already throwing his robes off his shoulders to let them fall on the couch, "Come on, let's go find her."

"Brilliant," Ron sighed, repeating the gesture but also adjusting himself in his trousers as he circled the table after Harry, "Isn't this the room Hermione chose...?"

Harry shrugged as he put his hand on the knob, "None of your trunks came down with mine, so I guess the rooms are variable or somethin- oh. Hi, Lilith."

"Good morning, Master, Ron," the Succubus grinning down at them from where she hovered, wings barely visible as she flapped in Harry's preferred form, from the center of the ceiling. The room was clearly not a bedroom anymore, though there was a bed in it. Sort of, anyway. A frame, metallic, held two mattress without sheets or blankets off the floor, and had no foot-board, though it had four short posts, a dozen feet to the left of the obviously space-expanded room. Against the wall behind that, a large wooden cross in the shape of an X, human-sized, held several straps for ankles and wrists. To the right, a long wooden structure, polished smooth, was shaped like a triangle on the smaller ends with long panels down at least the sides, with slightly rounded corners Harry guessed were about a quarter-inch wide, with a few other straps hanging from the high ceiling above it. At the center, where Lilith hovered, another longer chain sprouted from the stone itself, from which a series of smaller leather straps came down in what looked, to Harry, like a tangled mess with one wider strap, a foot on one dimension and two on the other, hung from four of the smaller straps.

Lilith finished fixing the ring that held that contraption on the larger hook at the center of the room, then dropped down as her wings began to shrink and vanish. "Keep them," Harry urged, glancing at Ron, "You don't mind?"

"Nah," his best mate grinned, already pushing down his trousers as Lilith walked toward them, tail swishing and wings now flapping idly. When she reached the pair, Harry gestured with his head toward Ron and pulled his own cock out, giving it a few slow strokes as the Succubus sank to her knees.

"Do you want me to give you a blow-job better than you've ever had?"

Ron grinned at Harry for a moment, "You can start with that. It's been like, eleven hours. I'm sure I can go a few, if we have time."

"Good," Lilith purred, reaching out a hand for Ron's long member, then letting the other stroke her fingertips along his scrotum.

Harry stepped in and she eagerly reached out to add her hand to his, taking the tip with her small digits as her mouth and throat morphed into what he knew to be the same bumpy, tentacle-like orifice she'd said was from her own world, and sank her lips around Ron, taking him all down her tiny throat, which Harry was delighted to see bulge down the entire length. "Fucking hot," he murmured.

"Too right," Ron groaned, throwing his head back, his hands closing on Lilith's nub-like horns and trying to pull her down further.

Harry watched her throat convulse in rings moving downward several times, and Ron moaned, his body shaking as the pleasure rose further still. He stepped around, behind the Succubus, and put a hand on her throat, feeling the hard length of his best friend through the thin flesh, and grinned as he felt the short pseudopods ripple at his touch.

Ron, too, looked down, surprised, "Harry? I... I can feel your hand..."

The dark-haired wizard shrugged, giving the thin throat a squeeze, and Ron groaned again. "Not touching it. Besides- remember when Hermione sucked us both? You weren't complaining then."

"Nah, that- that was different," Ron gasped, "Shit... so fucking good already..."

Lilith, who hadn't yet moved from where her nose was buried against Ron's abdomen, purred slightly as Harry leaned in over her, his other hand sinking down to pinch roughly at her left teat and whisper, "Has he done you in the ass?"

"No, Master... no one, I think."

"It's time... for his next round. We're clear after lunch."

Whatever reply she would have sent was distracted as Ron's hips thrust forward and he grunted, head crashing into Harry's softly, entire lanky body spasming wildly as he came down Lilith's throat. Still she stayed on him as Ron's knees gave out and he sank down, crawling beneath Harry's legs as she moved to keep her throat impaled by the long cock. The ginger's eyes rolled back into his head before Lilith started pulling away, and she did so slowly, so he kept jerking until she was off completely.

Then the Succubus showed her master her prize, a gigantic load of cum, before swallowing it and letting her mouth resume a normal shape. "I made him cum twice, Master... did you enjoy that, Ron?"

The only reply she got was, "Ghrrk," which made her and Harry laugh.

He picked her up bodily, making the Succubus giggle, and then walked her to the bed, turned, and tossed her small body, still giggling, onto it before undressing and climbing on himself. "No foreplay, Pet... I've waited long enough. Come here," he said, moving to the far side and facing Ron, "spoon."

She gave one more giggle and a pleased smile, "Yes, of course," then as she did as he commanded, shifting her body but not really lifting it from the bed with a few hops, quieter, "Daddy..."

"Let's keep that private, for now," he murmured into her ear, fitting one arm beneath her wing, the other tucked between them easily enough, to cup her sex, holding it wide as he shifted his hips into position behind her and drove in.

As always, making love, any sex really, with the Succubus was amazing, and Harry felt like he would never grow tired of it. But this time... it was different. She, until now, had always been about pleasure. Fun, joy, experimentation, yes, all those things, but primarily in the way of seeking out pleasure, physical gratification. She had even felt like his for a while now.

Something though, had changed. Maybe it was gradual, maybe it was sudden. Harry couldn't really tell. But this time, sheathing himself in her moist cunt, was the first time that Lilith too truly felt like home.

The young wizard grinned as he started to thrust, "I think I love you, you know," he murmured, shooting Ron, still at last partially insensate though he was now holding onto his still rock-hard dick with one hand, moving it slowly while he lay on the wooden floor, "And not just your body and the sex. Like... Hermione."

Lilith didn't say anything, but her head turned as a small hand reached back to twist in his uncontrolled hair, and she gave him a warm look before pressing a kiss to his nose, all she could manage the way he was making her body bounce.

A few minutes later, just as Harry was getting ready to change positions, Ron pushed himself to his feet and stepped, staggered really, toward the bed, looking dazed. "That... tha' was... wow."

"Glad you enjoyed," Lilith said between pants.

"Sexy," Ron murmured, letting his eyes rove over the Succubus' small form, "Little body's growing on me. Er... so to speak."

"Yours is for me, too," Harry admitted between thrusts himself, "You don't have to wait, you know. Fuck her if you want."

Ron glanced at the hairless twat, split wide by his best friend's dick, and frowned, "N- nah, I don't wanna be that close... like that. Maybe later."

Lilith pushed herself off of Harry, and he thought about protesting as the coaxing feeling of her pussy on him left, but he already knew what she was planning. So he followed her, throwing his legs nearly off the edge of the bed so his rump was half-on the (thankfully) clean mattress, and Lilith climbed back on top of him, this time pressing her chest against his as she mounted him, using her tail to guide his dick inside her.

Harry watched Ron's face as, her rear now facing him directly, she turned to look too as her hands spread her firm arse cheeks. "There's another hole..."

Ron swallowed. "B- buggery? I... I've never..."

'Try it," both Lilith and Harry said at the same time.

Ron wavered, then nodded, and began shucking his own clothes. "Uh... don't you need, like..."

"Lubrication?" Lilith asked.

He nodded, tip already prodding at the small pink star, which made Lilith sigh as her head turned into Harry's neck. "I don't think she cares, mate," he grinned up at Ron, slowing his thrusts to a crawl to ease the entrance, "Most girls would."

"Succubus," the ginger muttered, then, with a grimace of... something, maybe caution, maybe trepidation, or even a bit of worry, he pushed in.

Harry was surprised to feel Ron's length slip inside the tiny body's rectum, the point where the most pressure was as it rode from about half-way up his own cock to past the tip, slightly to the left. "God," he muttered, feeling Lilith's body tense as her pussy tightened, fluttering in a small orgasm around him, "Never... done that before, myself."

"DP, Double Penetration, your people- at least the Muggles- call it," Lilith murmured, nibbling on Harry's collarbone.

Above her, Harry watched Ron's expression shift as he sank further inside still, watched as the pert little buttocks were pressed up by his body as he leaned forward, and hands fell on either side of Harry's head, making all three of them bounce. "So fucking tight," Ron gasped, lowering his head to Lilith's hair and inhaling.

"Fuck her ass," Harry urged, moving himself, amazed at how different it felt to have a hard rod changing the smooth, soft walls along just that one side, and picking up speed quickly.

"Yeah, fuck my tight little ass," Lilith cooed, diamond-hard nipples sliding on Harry's chest as he started pushing her in time with Ron's own, slower thrusts, and Harry's shorter, faster ones.

Ron started grunting, moving mostly his hips as he dragged himself in and out for several minutes, Harry picking up his own pace until he felt like he was blurring, and was even startled a few times as his swinging scrotum smacked against Ron's hanging one, but he was too lost to care as his arms flew around the Succubus, holding her body tightly against him, orgasm approaching fast.

He heard the noise of the door opening, and looked down just as Ron came again, and saw an annoyed-looking Hermione's face twist into at least slight anger as she glanced about the room and spotted them.

She didn't say anything, though, and in fact held a finger to her lips as she stepped closer. Ron had slowed his thrusts, now making slow, short ones to ride out his long, third climax, but Harry hadn't yet hit his, so he kept pounding away even as Ron's semen in Lilith's ass increased the heat on his member even more and the wetness grew.

Hermione reappeared in Harry's focus to his left, on Ron's right, probably just at the edge of his field of vision, then stepped away again and crouched down behind Ron, watching as he slowly pulled out of the Succubus, half-flaccid cock clean of shite- Lilith did not have that biological process, all the food she consumed was treated the same was as semen, shunted to her home plane even if it wasn't useable- but dripping with his jizz.

She stayed there, watching, and so did Ron as Harry's orgasm blasted through him suddenly, and his hips lifted completely off the bed a few inches, his feet scrabbling for purchase on the smooth floor, and once more he felt his load dribble out around him, following down his scrotum as the little body received more than it could hold.

Only as his hips settled back down did Hermione speak, making Ron jump and spin toward her, "Now I'm jealous of the Succubus," she growled.

"H- Hermione! Sorry, I- wait..." Ron blinked, looking down at the girl, who was still wearing her uniform, but only parts of it. Her skirt, socks, and shoes, and her blouse- which was open, along with her bra, though the cloth still covered all but the narrow space between her generous breasts. "You... I didn't think... you'd ever want it, you know... there."

"In my arse?" the witch asked, cocking an eyebrow as she looked down at Lilith, who quivered atop Harry, still leaking fluids from both holes. "I'm always willing to experiment, Ron. No- I'm jealous that, because I wanted to make sure you two ate a meal today, I missed out!"

Harry grinned at Ron's dumbfounded expression, and rolled Lilith to the side where she fell limply to the bed, grinning over at him, and sat up. "Sorry, Hermione... and thanks for breakfast. Can we make it up to you?"

"Maybe," she muttered, glancing down at her own new watch, "but there's only five minutes left of the meal, and then we only have one period before Double Potions, and I'll need to shower."

"No you won't," Harry reminded her, "Lilith can clean you up, no matter what's left behind- even yours, right Pet?"

"Mm... Master's right," Lilith purred, stretching luxuriously on the mattress, smiling widely as all eyes fell on her nude form, "Already soaked up all they left behind, see?"

"Be that as it may," Hermione huffed, "they still need to eat, too. Both missed breakfast."

"True," Lilith grinned, "but you and I can have some fun, too. Can't we?"

Hermione flushed scarlet, and Ron looked excitedly at both of them, "Er... can I watch?"

"New rule," Harry said, raising his hand with a single finger up, "If Lilith wants to fuck someone, she can, within reason. We discussed that last night. Rule number two: if I want to watch, I can. Ron has permission this time, if Hermione doesn't object."

"I... I've never, um, been with... well, just a girl, before," Hermione muttered.

"What're you on about," Ron laughed, patting his stomach as it gurgled, then turned for the main room in search of the promised food, "You ate out Lilith, and she ate out you, on that day we tested the jealousy thing, remember?"

"He's right," Harry agreed, giving Hermione a pat on the shoulder, then the ass as he passed, making her jump, "We'll leave you to it for a minute while we grab the food. Thanks again, Hermione."

Once in the other room, both grabbed a pair of sandwiches quickly, but Harry had to hold an arm in front of Ron to keep him from dashing back into the 'dungeon'. "Hold on, Ron. Give them a second to talk. Besides... you'll have more time to see it."

"What'd'you mean, Harry?" Ron gasped, mouth full but also showing a great deal of shock, "Two witches- or at least, two girls- going at it? You've gotta be barmy not to want to watch!"

"I do want to watch," Harry laughed, "but there'll be more opportunities, and I'm not missing out on this one, nor are you. Just... relax. Let Lilith convince Hermione it'll be alright, so she can relax and enjoy it, that's all. We'll see the good stuff, I promise. Besides... there's more coming. Didn't you see that stuff? I have an idea what it's all for... and I know this was your first anal thing, but believe you me, Lilith has... well, let's just say that, in the last few days, she's proven to have a lot to teach us still."

"Wicked," Ron breathed out, taking another bite and chewing it rapidly, then swallowing before he cast his eyes to the still-open door, "Reckon they're... ready?"

Harry shrugged, his own first sandwich gone already as well, and took a bite of the second. Hermione had brought up eight, but Harry suspected some might be for her, later, or maybe Lilith. "Sure. Let's check."

When he cleared the door, Ron a step behind, Harry grinned as he reached for his wand to whisper an incantation to conjure two chairs. The girls were both sitting on the edge of the bed, Lilith appearing as Lyra with her long, silky dark hair and curvy body just a tiny bit more slender and busty than Hermione's and the almond-shaped eyes that denoted her half-Japanese 'ancestry', the Succubus' left arm around Hermione's waist, the other sliding a few fingers up and down her thigh. They leaned close, noses almost touching, as Lyra whispered one more quick phrase to Hermione, who was still pink in the face, lips parted slightly.

Then they kissed, and Ron groaned quietly as he sank into the chair, glad they had undressed earlier as he started wanking immediately.

Harry was a bit more patient, though he sat too, as the soft kiss continued, then deepened slowly as tongues began to dance. He watched too, mesmerized, as Lilith's lower hand began to creep upward, spider-like, pressing soft divots into Hermione's skin, then over her skirt, and then pressed flat against her slightly rounded belly before sliding up between her breasts to rest there with outstretched fingers. The other hand, he saw, took advantage of the larger, teenage girl's body to circle Hermione completely and cup her farther breast from the back.

Hermione gasped into the Succubus' mouth, then pulled her head away slightly, "That's... that feels good."

"I told you," Lyra said softly, eyes searching the witch's, and leaned in again to pepper her mouth with small, tiny kisses as she continued, "all sex is good, if you do it right, and I'm an expert. You'll enjoy it. Relax, Hermione..."

Slowly, he saw her obey, slumping slightly as the tension that seemed ever-present in the girl's shoulders unless she'd just been shagged rotten, slowly began to vanish. The hand on her chest moved, pushing the thin white cotton out to bare each side of her chest slowly, the hand around Hermione resuming its ministrations again without any barriers, then slid down to push beneath the waistband of her skirt.

Harry smiled as he saw just teasing hints, erotic but not on full display, of Lyra's pale fingers between Hermione's legs as she arched her back, hips unconsciously beginning to seek out more pleasure, maybe despite herself. "Circe," Hermione moaned, "Oh- okay... can- can we lose the clothes? I'm co- convinced..."

"If you want," Lyra said softly, "but we don't have to."

"It's fine," Hermione murmured, more firmly, then rose up and lifted her own skirt as Lyra's hands pulled away to push her dripping, sodden knickers down to her ankles, then lifted one foot out and moved to sit on the edge of the bed further way, with one foot off and the other hiked up, sitting at an angle closer to facing Ron, who groaned at the sight of Hermione's now-trimmed groin, his hand sliding a bit faster over his length.

But only as Lyra sank, 'clothes' still on, to lay on the edge of the mattress herself, letting her fingers, then tongue, dart out to touch Hermione's folds, did Harry touch himself.

From the first contact of that glorious oral organ, Hermione's hand was fisting and twisting in Lyra's black hair, and the witch couldn't seem to decide if it was better to have her head thrown back in ecstasy, or hunched forward as the Succubus began to drive her wild.

Ron might not be able to see as much, since Lyra was probably covering the show, but Harry watched avidly, hoping not just for some good 'porn' but also for a few tips, as the girl licked away with abandon and relish. Then one hand moved up to knead Hermione's other tit, the one she hadn't paid much attention to yet, and her remaining one cupped her own, which swung from the bed, supported by nothing.

Only after Hermione quivered her way to her first orgasm some five minutes in did Lyra let up, standing beside the bed, utterly ignoring either Harry or Ron as far as he could tell, and looked down at the gasping, panting girl who had drenched her face with fluid, "That was step one... my turn, Hermione... if you're up for it."

"I... okay," the witch murmured, "How... how do you want me to...?"

Lyra shot Harry a look and a wink, then reached out a hand to help Hermione stand. "Lay on the bed with your head hanging down, like you're going to deep-throat Master or Ron. Don't worry... this is just for us. The angle is kind of convenient for other things. Well... no. Lay that way, but don't let your head hang. It might get tired."

Hermione nodded, shifting down on the bed, sighing as she went. It didn't escape Harry's notice that she was wantonly scooting her sensitive cunny across the fabric as she went. The thought made him smile. She's starting to look at other things for pleasure too, huh...?

"She is, Master... I'll have her a sex-crazed harlot in no time, at this rate."

Harry frowned. "Is that your... goal?"

Lyra looked back at him for a moment as she paused with one knee on the bed next to Hermione, then shrugged, "Not without her consent, of course. But if she's willing... imagine her on her knees, servicing four... six... ten men at once? Taking cock after cock in that delicious pussy? Tell me the idea doesn't... appeal."

Harry's dick lurched, and he had his answer. "Fine... but only if she wants to. Though I'm sure you've already got a way to convince her to say yes."

"Of course I do, Master. It would be silly to think otherwise. But if Ginny can be your whore, why not someone else...? Not that either girl doesn't have other uses."

Harry grinned. That- Ginny surrounded by men to service- had an appeal, too. Harry chanced a glance at Ron, and a seed of an idea sprang into his mind. One that, as Lilith threw a leg over Hermione's head, facing down her body, and leaned down to present her own snatch to the witch even as she started licking away again, quickly grew into a full-blown plan. It would be so simple...

But no. Tricks aren't any good- they have to want it. Right, Lilith?

"Like I want your dick in me right now, and Ron's in Hermione's. But let's wait. The foursome can come after classes, if Hermione has any energy left. I need to get this girl some Runes."

Hermione, Harry decided quickly, wasn't nearly as good at eating pussy, but it was still sexy as hell watching her work at it. Still, she had four orgasms before Lyra sat up and turned around, then picked up one of Hermione's legs to hold against her chest as she pressed their twats, one furred and one bare, together. "Tribadism," the Succubus murmured, looking down at Hermione, who groaned as the Succubus started to gyrate, "scissoring... there's a good dozen words in English alone. One of my favorites for girl-on-girl."

"Ooohh..." Hermione moaned, both hands moving to her chest to knead and tweak the soft flesh there, and Harry groaned too as she twisted one to suckle at a nipple, leaving it in her mouth for over a minute before she let it pop out, dripping with her saliva, and started sucking on the other.

"Fuck," Ron groaned, "I wanna... I wanna join."

"No," Lyra said firmly, scowling at him, "Wank if you want... but no. Let us- let her- have this. If she wants you after, then fine."

It didn't take long, and Harry smiled as Hermione, too, lost control to the whirring, spinning motions of Lyra humping her cunt, shrieking out in a mind-blowing orgasm that covered the sound of Ron shooting a few long, high strings of jizz into the air too. Harry was close as well, but he wasn't ready to blow just yet.

"Now," Lyra called as she slid off the girl, "if Hermione is ready for a cock, you can give her one. Or fuck me."

Harry grinned as he stood, "Hermione?"

The girl's stunned, glazed eyes moved to Ron, then him, and she nodded, "My... my pussy feels so good Harry... so many... but I want you. Put it in me... cum in me so hard, Harry, like I did!"

"What about me?" Ron muttered, stroking himself once again, hand sticky and slimy with leftover semen.

"Your call, Hermione. Suck him too, or let him fuck Lyra."

Hermione shuddered, and stuffed, Harry could see as he walked around the bed, three fingers into her own twat, moving them swiftly, as she looked first at thim then up at Ron, "L- Lyra... fuck Lyra in the ass, Ron. Make her- make her scream. Right here."

She patted the bed next to where the Succubus was sitting, and the creature grinned, looking toward Ron happily, "Want me facing you, or...?"

"F- Facing me, yeah," Ron said, "I- I wanna be on top."

"Okay."

Lyra obediently laid down next to Hermione, and their hands seemed to seek each other out automatically, clasping together as Harry gently lifted Hermione's legs, moving them further apart, and knee-walked up onto the bed. Then he scooped up the girl by her knees and hiked her up onto his own thighs, rose, and put one leg down to angle himself in before thrusting forward and down.

Hermione, already in a state of bliss, gasped as he entered her completely, nudging at the end of her channel already, though Harry couldn't get the last two or so inches in at this angle, and looked over to help hold Lyra's pale, creamy legs, still wearing her skirt and blouse, though it was now open too. Ron paused, angled himself, then spat down on the now-brown star before shoving his cock in half-way, then easing it in the rest with a groan. "Shit... you're... different," Ron gasped, falling forward as he had before.

Lyra smiled, rolling her head back, and pulled his down to her neck, following Ron's natural hunch, "I have a human body, more or less, like this," Lyra murmured, "this is what... well, if Lyra were real, this is what her ass would feel like, Ron. Enjoy it... I want you to pound me again."

"Fuck," Hermione groaned at Lyra's words, twisting the Succubus' hand in her own then, with her other, reaching down to work her clit while Harry started moving faster.

Lilith, too, started fingering and pinching her own little clit, or shoving a couple of fingers inside herself while Ron pulled out and pushed back in, then started moving more regularly, eyes closed. "Damn... this feels fucking amazing," Ron gasped, "How come... nevermind."

"It hurts most women for a while," Lyra answered the unfinished question, "and you have to be gentle every time. But when Hermione's ready... you'll take him, won't you, hon?"

"Gods yes," Hermione groaned, twisting her own hips as Harry started pushing in faster, making her whole body shake and her heavy tits sway and bounce in circles, "take them both... I want them to fuck me like they were doing you earlier!"

"Fuck yeah," Ron groaned, tossing his head back again and hammering in harder, faster, sliding six, eight inches out, until all but his tip was inside Lyra's tight anus, and slamming back in, making the bed bounce in time with Harry's own fast thrusts.

Hermione's cunt twitched, and a wash of fluid hit his stomach as Harry, too, threw his head back in climax, spurting again and again into Hermione's welcoming hole, until once more seed began to leak out.

Ron finished a moment later, and was still climaxing when Harry looked down to see Hermione half-conscious. Slowly, he eased out, more because of his own over-sensitivity from the crushingly powerful serious of orgasms he'd had than care for her own- he knew she was done, but a bit more pleasure to cap things off never seemed to bother women he knew.

Ron pulled out faster, yanking himself free once he was done, then shook the last few dollops from his dick before Lyra sat up and spun around, mouthing him, and then cleaned him before doing the same to Harry. While she did so, the Succubus put one hand over depths of Hermione's core, just above her pubic hair, and he watched as a soft white glow suffused the dim room for a moment, then moved the hand over the rest of his leaking cum. "Got it all," she murmured, sitting up once more to press a kiss to Harry's lips which he returned softly.

"Damn," Ron groaned, stepping off the bed to splay out on the wooden chair he had occupied before, "you guys are gonna kill me... I can't go again. I can't."

Harry laughed, "I can. But Hermione's done, and we're almost out of time. She might need a shower anyway. Look how sweaty she is."

Hermione lifted one finger in his direction, and all three laughed.

A few minutes later, still naked but holding his clothes, Harry walked quickly out of the 'dungeon', heading for the small ensuite shower across the common room.

Only to freeze half-way there, as a white-faced Neville caught his eye from the couch. "Er- hi, Nev. We'll- talk later. Sorry."

When he came out, Hermione and Ron were each running showers of their own, and Lyra was gone from the room, but Neville was still sitting where Harry had left him, looking a bit confused, but not upset, though he was still a bit pale.

"So... what's up?"

The other wizard shrugged, unwilling to look at Harry apparently. "Sorry I came in, I... didn't realize you'd be, uh... occupied. I heard a noise, and I..."

"You looked?"

Neville nodded once, a short, jerky motion, and began to turn pink instead of pasty white.

"Don't worry about it. You could have joined in, if you wanted."

There was the blush, in full force.

Harry sighed, running a hand through his just-cleaned hair, "Look, mate. We were serious, what was said on the carriage. This year, Ginny wants to fuck you. Hermione does, I'm sure, too. Lyra I know does. Ron... he might've cared if you had Hermione, but I don't think he would. I wouldn't, and... well, clearly you..."

"Know you're shagging, too?"

Harry nodded, "Lyra's a Succubus. If nothing else, it's in her nature. Last year, I might not've been so willing. This year? Just last night- first night of term- I told her she could shag anyone she wanted, as long as it was discrete, and I get my time too. She'll probably come after you soon. If you want to say no- say no. No one will force you. But I'm happy with her doing it, and so is she. No one else has a right to be upset about it if you do. Well, maybe Hannah."

Neville glanced toward the other two bedrooms, where the showers were still running quietly. "And..."

"If you ask Hermione, she will tell you what she thinks. She won't lie, and she won't be mean about it either way. Ron... well, I'd start with her. But I really don't think he'd care. Hell... as long as you ask first, if you want to shag Ginny, ask me, then her."

Neville blinked, confused, and looked at Harry for the first time since he'd left his bedroom. "Why- why you first?"

"That's a private matter," Harry shrugged, "but... she's mine. She wants you, and I said on the carriage she can have you, but ask me first. If she comes to you, she already asked me, so it's fine. And if Ron- or any of her brothers- object, send them my way."

Neville, pink once more, nodded. "I... I don't know, Harry. This sounds..."

"Too good to be true?"

There was one more nod.

"It is- but it's true. All the sex you could want, minimal strings attached. We just have to be discrete, like McGonagall said. Those rooms they're in, apparently, can't be 'claimed' like mine was, so use either one whenever you want. Hell... use mine. I don't care, as long as you don't mind me bringing people to join in, maybe share."

Neville looked a little green suddenly, but nodded. "I... okay. Okay, I... I can do that. Um... so Hannah...?"

Harry grinned, "Bring Hannah up here whenever you want. Seriously. Enjoy the place- as long as it's discrete. Bring Susan, if and when she wants to. Anyone- as long as Hannah doesn't mind."

Neville shook his head, blushing again, "Hannah... told me she... wants me to get more experience still."

"Lucky you," Harry laughed, "Oh no, not that, being told by your witch to shag other witches..."

"Well, when you put it like that," Neville said with an amused grimace. "Look, I need to get to the Library. I'll- I'll see you 'round, Harry."

He was at the door when the 'chosen one' looked over, "Hold up, Nev. One more thing. I might have another... present for you, in the next few weeks. Keep your eyes open. Don't forget, this- these- rooms are always open if you wanna use 'em."

"R- Right. Thanks, Harry."

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