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Chap. 30: A Widening Circle
Wednesday morning found Harry in the Library seeking out Hermione, who had left breakfast about ten minutes before him after having received her morning pleasure from Lilith, before the invisible Succubus had once more resumed moving through their group of friends. Between Neville and himself, though, he saw her opaque form drift away out the door and return a few moments later, as Lyra Sendai.
The Japanese-American girl (as far as most people knew, anyway) had looked over the room quickly, then walked not to Harry, but Seamus and Dean, who were sitting apart from most of their age group. There, ignoring Seamus' eyes roving her body, the girl had bent low, giving Dean a tantalizing view of her cleavage no doubt, and whispered something in his ear that made the dark-skinned boy blush visibly, and nod eagerly.
There were a few more whispered words, then Lyra had joined them at the table to pick through some of her own food, leaving Harry quite unsatisfied, the first time in weeks she'd done so. Yet, as she sat down, the Succubus didn't seem upset with him. Quite the opposite, in fact. Instead, she glanced around to make sure only their small group was present, then started eating with one hand while her left slipped onto Harry's groin and started running the tips of her fingers over his trousers.
"I've gotta go finish Potions," Neville muttered, "and I thought we'd have all this free time this year..."
"Sorry, mate," Ron said, shaking his head between bites of food that he at least chewed and swallowed before speaking now, "I'll come help later if you want, not that I'm any great shakes. But Hermione helped me finish mine last night."
"Thanks," Neville murmured, then rose and left.
The moment he was out of earshot, Lyra said, voice husky and low but loud enough for Ron and Ginny to hear as well, "I told Dean I'd give him a blow-job later if he did me a favor. He didn't even ask what the favor was before he agreed."
"Idiot," Ron snorted, "Though I have to admit, if I wasn't already... you know, busy all the time, I'd probably have said yes like that, too."
Ginny, next to him, let her eyes move up and down Lyra's torso across the table and grinned, "I'd have done it too, if you were a bloke."
Lyra and Harry briefly shared a secretive smile, before she turned back to her food and continued swirling the little morsels around her plate instead of eating. "We'll have to talk about that later. You two have a free period before Herbology, right?"
The wizards nodded, but Ginny frowned. "I've got Transfig again."
Lyra nodded, "That's okay. I just needed Master, really. It's good of you to help Neville out, Ron. In fact, just for that, I'll give you an extra blow-job today, too."
Harry watched as Ginny's eyes rolled and Ron smiled wider, "Excellent."
That conversation, though, had only led him to the library with knowledge that, for the next fifty minutes or so, he and Hermione would be undisturbed aside from by other studious sixth-years and the librarian, Madam Pince.
"Mind if I sit, Hermione?" he asked quietly, pulling at the back of a chair next to her on the small study table toward the rear of the stacks, in her favorite secluded reading nook.
She, of course, didn't say anything, and kept her eyes down in the book she was reading.
Harry sighed, then set down his own backpack and pulled out the chair anyway, though he didn't draw forth any books. "I know you're mad at me, and I'm fairly sure I know why," he told her, "so correct me if I'm wrong. You're upset because I shagged Pansy, even though you knew about it before- you are mad that I did it again, and it was more... consensual. You're mad I didn't punish her like I did the first time, as you see it. Even if you hate yourself for seeing it that way, a part of you feels like she deserved it for the way she's treated all of us, and especially you, right?"
He didn't let her respond, though the girl's chocolate eyes had shot up to glare at him from the side, "Furthermore, you're mad that it feels like I've chosen Pansy over you, in chiding you both. Is that correct?"
The last statement, somehow, had given the furious witch enough pause that she blinked, and visibly stepped back from the situation mentally, something Harry was surprised he was even able to notice, much less identify. After a few seconds, though, Hermione nodded without saying anything, and he saw tears begin to well in her eyes.
"Well," once it became clear she wouldn't speak, "here's how I see things, after talking to Pansy. I know Ron and Lyra have already talked to you about how they interpreted things- the things Pansy was saying in the hall. I agree with them both. I know why you reacted the way you did, and it's very understandable. I'm sorry that I said I couldn't believe it coming from you, because that shows I deliberately ignored one of your faults, and that's not mature or honest. I'm sorry for thinking you're perfect."
She snorted and looked away, almost whimpering as she said, "That's not a compliment I ever expected to hear."
He smiled faintly, finding just enough daring to reach out and twine his fingers with hers. "It's understandable. You've got years of upset to work through, and I shouldn't expect you to 'get over it' overnight, or maybe ever. She's done quite a lot to you. You've done far less to her, but you also know as well as I do that you aren't blameless either. There has been tit-for-tat."
"I know," Hermione whispered, then sniffled and started reaching into her bag for a tissue.
"And I didn't choose her over you. I choose you, always. You've earned my eternal loyalty, Hermione, but that doesn't mean I can't call you on your own bull. I expect you to call me on mine, so you should expect me to do the same. That's what friends- family- are for, isn't it? To call us out when we're being ridiculous, or making a mistake?"
"Of course," she whimpered again, and blew her nose, "I just... it- it hurt to hear it. I'm sorry I've been such a cow..."
"You haven't been," Harry assured her, using his gentle grip to tug her toward him and putting his other arm over her shoulder, then pulled her against his chest, "You've been understandably upset, as I said. She came to me in tears, did you know that? You hurt her, too. I'm not trying to make you feel guilty, but just to show you that she is trying to- to be a better person. I wouldn't have gone to help her if I didn't see something redeemable about her, and I wouldn't have stayed- wouldn't have shagged her twice that night- if she hadn't made a lot of progress in very little time. Give her a chance. You might just find she's a better friend for having, well... the bad stuff before it."
"Somehow I doubt it," Hermione whispered, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose again, then pushing away from his chest, "But you're... you're right, as usual. I'll... do my best. I won't hex or insult on sight. I can't promise I won't... retaliate in kind, though."
"I don't expect you to roll over and take it," he assured her quietly, "but neither will I expect her to do the same. No one should be targeted by bullies. Nobody."
She nodded.
After a few more moments, once the girl's sniffles had subsided, he reached into his bag and pulled out his own DADA books, all three of them. He'd finished the work Dumbledore had assigned in their first class quite quickly, but felt that reading ahead wouldn't hurt, and his other classes that day, Herbology and Charms, didn't have anything due at all until Friday for the former, and the next Tuesday for the latter.
Herbology, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts passed quickly for Harry that day, the group of he, Ron, Neville, Hermione, and Lyra frequently rotating between several other of their (or his) growing circle of 'friends' outside of Gryffindor, or even within it. And Lyra behaved admirably, as far as Harry could tell, pairing up with several of the group in rotation throughout the classes as she had done the previous day. She hadn't done more than flirt with anyone, though she had done that with several people, and nothing that seemed to have caught the eye of any of the Professors involved.
In fact, the only note-worthy event that took place throughout the day left Harry feeling more pent-up and ready to just take someone, anyone with a pussy, for his pleasure. Lyra had made a point of coaxing him, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Neville, to meet at Harry's private quarters before dinner to discuss something. That in itself wasn't note-worthy though Harry found the topic, once everyone had gathered in the common area, to be a bit more of a change.
Harry sat in the middle of the L-shaped couch, pulling Ginny and Hermione down to either side of him, the older witch on the right, leaving Neville and Ron to sit on the ends while the Succubus used a dainty foot to push the coffee table out of the way to give her room to stand. He watched his lust-inducing companion spend a few moments looking at each of them in turn, then swallow nervously.
Neville was the first to speak, less used to the Succubus. "Er... L- Lyra, why're- why're your clothes disappearing?"
With an almost bashful smile, the last remnants of Lyra's 'clothing' vanished, melting into her skin to leave the Japanese-American form completely bare before them. Harry spent a few seconds just admiring her. The Succubus had done a truly exceptional job of designing a 'perfect' body. "This," she said quietly, "is my 'true body'. But so is this."
And she changed, taking just a few seconds to grow taller, leaner, stronger. Her armored, chitinous shell grew, too, spike sand all, untils he stood just a little taller than Harry, her wings, horns, and tail fully visible. Then she turned slowly, arms and wings outstretched, to show the others exactly what she looked like. "In my world, where I'm from, this is how I truly appear. Even there, we can change our shape and form, but this is as true to 'me' as anyone will ever know, myself included."
"Er," Neville said, then shut his mouth with a loud clack.
"Okay, so you look, uh, different," Ron offered next, "but you're still... well, you, right? Like... the important bits are all there?"
Between him and Harry, Hermione snorted, but Lilith only shrugged and turned her rear to them, lifting her tail and reaching back to spread her cheeks. "See for yourself. As far as this goes, we're built exactly like humans. Some of us think we were human, once, or that humans came from us. No one really knows anymore. But yes, the 'important bits', as you put it, are all there. I'm just as capable of any form of sex like this. But I'm not trying to encourage you all to do it this way. There's no benefit, unless you happen to like this form.
"No, the reason I am showing you this is to demonstrate how mutable my body is. Ron and Harry have both seen me like this before, briefly, at your Ministry, and Master kept seeing me until about nine the next morning when I was able to change back. An injury I sustained is what prevented me from doing so easily, though I could have if I'd needed to. But this isn't all, either. I can change almost anything about my appearance, though the mass can't change too much yet. I'm getting stronger, and am close to the point where I can become almost giant-like if I had to, but for now that's out of reach."
Neville suddenly gasped, pointing at her, "Wait, the fireballs! The claw marks! That was- that was you?"
Lilith smiled more naturally, "Right. I was invisible to all but Master for most of the battle, Ron only saw me for a few seconds, but yes. Fighting is easier in this form, since being more 'human' limits my natural attacks, but most of my abilities can still manifest in any form I take. It also helps that I've spent about seventy of your years all-told in this body, and only a few weeks or months in any other at most."
"S- Seventy?" Ginny gasped quietly.
The Succubus shrugged, staying in the same form as she began to stalk around the room on her three-jointed, hooved feet, her wings and tail waving behind her even while she kept herself in sight. "All told, I'm about a century and a half old as far as you recon it, Ginny. I'm not human, never have been, never will be. In some ways, I am utterly alien to you, including in how we age, so don't compare us. I'm still very young. If I had to equate our lifespan, I'd say I'm about a seventh-year in comparison. Adult, but just barely. But that's not a fair comparison, either, since I do have a lot more life experience to guide me. Off-topic, though.
"I can be hurt in this form, truly hurt, just like I can in any other, but doing lasting damage to me is difficult. Mundane injuries, those caused by, say, a plain kitchen knife, I can heal simply by changing by body to a non-damaged form. Magic is harder to heal from, but a similar process works... it just requires a certain ingredient Master is familiar with, since he helped me heal the last time."
"Wait, if you can do all that," Ron asked, "and I saw how you took down those Death Eaters, even if I couldn't see you... then how come you don't just go take care of ol' Snake-Face?"
"A good question," she replied, "and there's a couple answers. One, I don't know where he is. I can't just sense him out. If and when we do know, likely I'll be right there alongside Master on the front lines. Two, I'm hard to kill, I'm not immortal. There are only a few things that can kill me on this plane, most lethal attacks would simply send me home. But that means Master can't feed me, is in violation of the Contract, and is forfeit. So I can't just spend my life uselessly. If there's any real risk, I need to protect myself unless my sacrifice ends him for good, or Master dies, too. Third... I don't want things to end too early. I know, before you say anything Hermione, every day he exists puts more people at risk. I can't do anything about that due to reasons one and two. But Master has made me get along stronger, very fast. If things continue as they are, there will be no way at all he can stand up to the two of us in about... six months to a year. No way at all. If we fought him now? We'd probably lose. We'd all die, and do no good. So we can't go too far too fast, either. Finally... Your Headmaster is planning something. I don't know what, nor does Master, but he knows more than we do about how we can end your 'Dark Lord' for good. Until we know that, we can't act safely or wisely, either.
"So we're left, for now, just gathering strength. And before you say we're just fucking around- literally- ask Ron how much stronger he is, how much more easily magic comes to him, how much more stamina he has. Ask Master. You're next on my list."
"You can't seriously expect us to believe having lots of sex is making us stronger," Hermione scoffed.
Lilith just shrugged and continued pacing, "It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, as long as you keep doing it. I mean, we could just cut you out of the loop if you want, but the rest of us need to continue 'fucking around' because it is making us stronger."
"It really is, Hermione," Ron muttered, "Maybe I can show you."
He stood up, crossing past Harry and moving to the end of the couch where Neville sat. "I'm not sure if I can really do this, but I've gotta..."
Then he bent at the knees, put both hands down, and stood up.
Neville, Ginny, Harry, and even Hermione all yelped as, with barely any obvious effort, the entire couch with all three of them still on it tilted, rising into the air.
"Shit, Ron," the red-head gasped, after she corrected herself from falling into Harry's side, "That's... unreal!"
"Literal strength," Lilith pointed out, "in addition to the stamina you've already been witness to. Runes to boost strength, as I said. There's more. Master is resistant to magic now, at least simpler ones, and more is coming. My goal is to make all of you and a few others as strong as possible, Master included, so that when the time comes, we can all fight against him, all together, as one. So that we can all contribute."
"Which sounds good, yes," Hermione muttered, clearly not entirely convinced even with the demonstration, "but I fail to see how- how us having lots of sex, and no, I don't want to stop, of course not, but I don't see how that helps us!"
"Well, the Runes each of us get need to be drawn in our fluids, for one," Harry told her, "and yeah, that might be a bit icky, but it works. Ron and I are both proof. But I don't think that matters. You've... you have to have seen how my needs have only grown. If I don't get enough release, I can't focus, can't cast, can't function. A bit of distraction even a few times a day is better than being useless. Besides, it's fun, and motivating."
"It sure is," Ron chuckled.
Lilith waved a hand in the air, "Still off-topic for what I wanted to really talk about. Can I get back to it?"
After a chorus of nods and Ron putting the couch back down gently without being worse for wear, she resumed, "Really, I wanted to show you this for a few reasons, but the first is that, if you ever see me like this in a fight, it doesn't surprise you."
"Makes sense," Neville agreed.
"But I also wanted to get your commitment, all of you, to see this through. It isn't just lots of sex, though there'll be that, too. If you're going to be with us, you will be putting your lives on the line, make no mistake. To help Master and me fulfill the Contract together. To protect everyone we can."
Ron laughed again, "And for the pussy."
He continued laughing after Hermione slapped his chest, but Lilith only grinned, "Yes, and the pussy. Can't forget that."
"You know I'm behind you," Ginny told Harry, "no matter what. Anything."
"Me, too, of course," Hermione added.
"And me."
Neville swallowed, "Er... I mean, I'm in. It's just... does that mean... you'd need to put, uh, my- my stuff- on me?"
"It's not all that bad, mate," Ron said with a shrug, "I mean, she shagged me unconscious first, didn't even realize she was doing it."
"I... I guess that's okay."
"And you can wash it off after if it bothers you," the Succubus told them, "I just have to do the enchanting with it present."
"There's, uh, one other thing," Harry said, feeling suddenly somber, "I appreciate your willingness to help, to fight. But... you need to know what that costs. I know I mentioned this last year, but at the Ministry, I killed people. A few of them. Lilith did, too. I'm not saying you can't just subdue, but if it comes to life or death, I- we all- need everyone to fight that way. I hope you don't have to kill, I really do. But if it comes down to it, to protect yourselves and your families..."
"Whatever it takes," Ginny said quietly, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder, then leaning in to kiss his stubbly cheek.
Once again, the others pledged their continued support, and Harry was gratified and relieved, if anxious, to hear the others do so with even less hesitation.
"So... what's next?" Ginny asked afterward.
"Well, we continue boosting your abilities with a set of Runes," Lilith answered, shifting back to Lyra's form and growing clothes again as well. "I can do the same thing for you girls, of course, it just takes more orgasms. Squirt dries faster, you know."
"Wait," Ginny said, eyes widening, "You mean I can shag longer? Like Harry does?"
"At the cost of needing sex more, yes. Not that it'll make much difference to you, you little nymphomaniac," the Succubus said without heat.
"You know I am," Ginny grinned.
Harry had not known the witch knew the word, but supposed he shouldn't have been surprised.
"The physical boosts, while key, are just the beginning, though. I plan to give you and a few others access to the same benefits, and if you're willing, an Aspect of my kind."
Hermione, predictably, was the first to ask, "An Aspect? What's that?"
"It's a big deal, but essentially, I will gift, through a Ritual, a part of my soul to each of you that wants to. I won't get that part back, but it doesn't harm me in any way to do so. It... creates a bond in a way, one which links us together, but also gives you power without costing me anything but time. The only downside is that I can't control what Aspect you get. It will be something I can do, but we never know until it's done, what the results are. Some of you might gain a tail, or my Lash of Pain ability. Some might be able to throw fireballs in a similar fashion to myself or your Veela. Some might gain a limited ability to produce Fog of Lust, or change their forms, or get a lesser version of my armor. There are several abilities you could get, and the strength will vary or increase based on your training with it in practice, as well as how strongly you and I are bonded, or you and Master are bonded."
"So the closer we are- the more we shag- the better our powers will get?"
Lyra nodded at Neville's question, "In essence, but there is more to it than that. Master and I have shagged well over a hundred times, but it is our growing emotional bond that will provide more strength in his abilities. Any kind of bond- love, lust, friendship, filial- will affect the strength. The types of bonds matter, too. That we feel lust, affection, and friendship for each other makes the bond stronger, too."
Hermione looked thoughtful as she asked, "And... is there a way to determine what the powers will be? I mean, I don't know how I feel, or if I'd be comfortable, with a piece of you in me... Er, like that. It'd have to be worth it, wouldn't it?"
"I think it would be," Lyra acknowledged with another shrug, then reached over to snag one of the study chairs and dragged it to her place and sat. "But no, I don't know of a way to determine it ahead of time. It's not likely you'd get something unsuited, though. Powers tend to- though they don't always- develop in a natural pattern based on an individual's skills. I've been very all-around as far as my own power development, and my 'ceiling' as far as strength goes has developed slowly because I've been learning every power I can going across to build a better foundation for stronger abilities to get later. I'm a long-term planner, in a way. You won't get to choose which power you get- and you'll only get one when we do it- but I can guarantee it won't be useless."
"What about me?" Harry asked quietly, having picked up on a detail he felt others might've missed, "You're sort of implying my own bond would be... different."
"And it will be," Lyra assured him, "but I think it's better if we discuss that in a more private setting, if you don't mind."
Harry shrugged, "Fine with me."
"Very well then," Lyra said, "We can start after dinner. Who wants the first set of Runes? It's better to start with the physical increases, and the week after those are done- next week, probably- I can start with the Bonding. No more than one a week for those, though, aside from Master's."
Neville, Hermione, and Ginny shared a series of glances. Harry wasn't surprised to see his other male friend, no doubt somewhat insecure about his performance compared to Harry or Ron, raised a hand first, though he only did so half-way. Lyra glanced toward Harry, then nodded, "Alright, Neville, after dinner, you and I are going to have some fun."
Bellies full and homework completed, Lyra stood up from the table in the common area they had done their work together in, and pulled a suddenly nervous-looking Neville up, before leading him toward the Dungeon. She stopped in the doorway and looked back, "Aren't you lot coming to watch?"
Harry was the first one to join them, the others trailing in behind a little more reluctantly. He had come to a very simple conclusion a few days earlier, one that it seemed the others had not. Kinky though things might be on occasion, and some of them gave him the willies, almost everything Lilith had even off-handedly mentioned as far as sex went could be exciting and fun, so he was willing to try it. A bit of voyeurism was hardly anything new, too. If it made any of them individually or the group as a whole more prepared for the conflict on the horizon, then Harry was all for it.
And unlike the rest, he hadn't had a single orgasm today, thanks to Lilith giving him a pass at breakfast and the need to catch up on school work. So he was the only one to see her removing Neville's clothing completely by ripping it off his body with clawed hands before returning to Lyra's body again then guiding the shocked young man to the bed. "Lay down, spread eagle, lover," she whispered. While he did so, casting another nervous, hesitant glance to Harry and the rest coming in behind him, Lyra crossed to the rack of implements on the far wall and gathered four straps with loops on either end, which she began to fasten to Neville's wrists and ankles, then the four short bed-posts.
"Don't worry, Neville," Lyra continued to speak soothingly the whole while, "this is just so you don't buck or lose control when the Runes start getting applied. I'm not going to put them on tight enough to hurt you, and anyone here can get you out with a word. You should, after this session, pick a safe-word. Something we all know that means you don't like what we're doing and to stop it immediately. Everyone should have a word, in fact. But for now... don't be nervous, we've all seen your thick, fat cock before... now it's time to see it awaken."
Neville swallowed and blushed as he remembered that they had just a few days previously, and closed his eyes as Lyra climbed onto the bed between his legs and reached down to start fondling his privates.
Harry chose that moment to look away for a few seconds to conjure a long, semi-soft couch behind them, and then drag it forward with a weak summoning charm to cause Hermione and Ginny to fall onto it, and Ron almost to do the same before he sat down.
"They sure do get distracted easily," he thought to Lilith, amused, "though I can't blame them. You're very talented."
"Thank you, Master. This is just round one of four though... I figured a nice hand-job would get him relaxed enough for the rest. The others will need to participate for maximum effect, but all three of us girls will need to make him climax, preferably using a different orifice. As wide as he is, I'm probably going to be the only one able to take him up the back.
Harry sat down on the edge of the couch with Hermione on his right, then Ginny, and Ron on the other end, and watched with his best friends while the Succubus quickly worked Neville to a full-on boner, then started stroking in earnest. "If that's what you think is best, Pet. I know Ginny wants to fuck him, and Hermione probably won't object to sucking him off. Can he go three rounds, though?"
Her hands twisted lightly and pumped rapidly, and within three minutes Neville had exploded all over his bare, lightly haired stomach. Lilith leaned over him then with a coy smile, and let a bit of her spittle mix with it, before gathering the lot up in his belly-button and then beginning to draw her Runes, just as she had with Harry and Ron before, just above her flesh-made 'pot'. "This is just the beginning, stud," she told both the subject of her work and the group, "a prelude, you could say, to let you do the rest without having to use another of my powers, which is harder to control. This Rune is temporary, it will only last an hour or so, and I shouldn't need to do it with the others since Master and Ron already have stamina Runes, and the girls can achieve multiple orgasms easier. Ladies, I'll need your involvement later if you're willing. Of course, no one will force you. Neville, I take it you have no objection to either Hermione or Ginny getting you off in some fashion?"
While she spoke, Lyra had already begun drawing in the fur above Neville's still half-erect dick with one slender finger, while the other hand held him upright enough to work.
"Er, no, I- I'm okay with- with Ginny and Hermione," Neville said with a deep flush returning to his cheeks. He seemed unable to look at anyone on the couch, though he hastened to add, "If- if they're, uh, alright with- with me. And Harry and Ron."
Lyra turned to the couch with a raised eyebrow.
Harry turned his attention away briefly to find, in turn, Hermione with a hand beneath her shirt and arching downward toward her crotch, and the other itching between his own thigh and hers, while Ginny had a hand on Hermione's leg, and on Ron's, while his best mate was visibly working his own hard-on that had pushed up beneath the hem of his trousers to lay against his stomach, just visible as his shirt was riding up. "Er... n- no objections here," Hermione murmured, clearly distracted.
Even though he knew his friends were willing for the power boosts if nothing else, Harry wanted to make sure there were no regrets about it later."Lilith... can you send some Fog over here? Just a little?"
The Succubus paused in her drawing only briefly, and he watched her wings appear opaque for just a moment, then wave twice and vanish once more. "Done, Master... it's early, risky. Love the idea, though. Might set things back if it fails."
"It won't."
Suddenly, as the first Rune drawn with her spittle and Neville's semen was finished on his stomach, the boy's back arched wildly, throwing his hips and body into the air despite being bound spread-eagle. "Oh- oh Merlin! Oh... I... H- Hannah- I need Hannah!"
Hermione gasped in surprise, but a moment later, he'd collapsed back to the bed, wide-eyed, with an almost feral look of lust in his eyes, glaring down his body at Lyra, who smirked at him, "Don't worry, Neville... I just did them in a different order than Master's and Ron's. You'll get your fun soon enough."
The other boy's body started shaking as his erection, fully returned and quite thick indeed, began to strain almost of its own volition toward Lyra's body. She, in turn, let her clothing fade away once more and moved downward to sit between his feet. "Alright, ladies. I'm going to do the last thing. One of you will need to please him with your cunny, the other with your mouth. You can decide the order and who does what."
Harry watched the girls between him and Ron share a look, but it was Ginny who stood first. "I- I want to sit on that fat thing, if you don't mind, Hermione."
Without waiting for a response from her, Ginny moved, not to the bed, but to stand before Harry. There, she shimmied out of her skirt and pushed her panties down before stepping out of her blouse, letting the lot fall to the floor. "Master, can your Pet use her body to make your friend feel good?"
Harry felt briefly like he should look over to Ron to get his opinion of his shameless baby sister's body or actions, and especially by calling Harry Master like Lilith did, but the part of him that was indeed a leader didn't feel bothered by it either way. Instead, he asked, "Does my Pet want to cum on that cock?"
Ginny nodded, grinning widely enough to show teeth, "Oh, yes, Master."
"Then do it," he urged.
The girl said nothing else, merely spun and practically threw herself up onto the bed and over Neville, where she sat down straddling him with a hand on his surprisingly muscular chest, the other already gripping the shaft and angling it toward her. "Okay, Neville. I know you've been dreaming of this for two years. I know I have. Time to make that dream... a... reality. Oh, Circe!"
She had lined up his tip on the shortest word in that sentence, then dropped herself onto him all at once on the last one. The curse was reflexive, as the girl, who'd only ever had Harry inside her before, was stretched out beyond anything she could have felt previously.
But Ginny did not complain. Instead, she only let her body adjust for more than half a minute before she gave an experimental shimmy of her hips, then urged, "Alright, big boy... now you can fuck me!"
He didn't need much urging. With an animalistic grunt, the normally shy boy began to hammer his hips upward, making Ginny's small, perky chest jiggle and bounce in circles from the first push, slapping up and down in a counterpoint to his legs against her rear.
Again, Harry looked down the couch at his friends when Hermione reached for his zipper. He lifted his hips briefly to help, fishing out his length for her and pushing his trousers down to his ankles, and she started moving, eyes wide and even her mouth open and starting to drool as the Fog hit her. That wasn't the only change, though.
Ron had been affected too. His pants were also around his ankles while Hermione stroked both of them at once. His right hand was between Hermione's legs, which twisted and writhed around the paler flesh, beneath the hiked-up skirt.
Hermione started pumping them faster after just a few seconds.
All too quickly, no doubt affected by both the Fog and the first Rune, Neville climaxed into Ginny with a roar. Lyra let her keep riding him for a few seconds until she came, too, but as Ginny climbed off, gasping, the Succubus in human form twirled a finger, and a long string of white pearly fluid flowed from her body and joined another being pulled from Neville's. It pooled again on his stomach.
"Alright, Hermione, time to show our friend I'm not the only one great at sucking dick. Ginny, have a seat."
Hermione stood too, trailing her fingertips on both cocks for a few seconds, then reached up to push her own knickers to the floor and kicked her shoes off. She and Ginny walked past each other with a high-five as if to 'tag out', the latter still breathing rapidly. Hermione climbed up onto the bed and straddled Neville too, but she did so at his head and lifted her skirt primly before leaning down and sitting on Neville's face. Her own expression shifted into one of heightened pleasure before she leaned down over him.
Ginny had sat down too, taking Hermione's spot and resuming what she'd been doing to Harry, while Ron took himself into his own hands.
"Nice idea, love," Lyra said with a chuckle, "But that makes it hard to draw on him."
"Oh, sorry," Hermione said as she popped off him, "Didn't think about that. Uh... I don't suppose there's anything wrong with me getting off too, just in case I don't?"
"Oh, you will," Lyra laughed, "trust me. From the side is fine."
After they moved again, the witch going to the far side of the bed and holding her hair back with a quickly-conjured hair-tie so the boys could watch the show, she began gobbling Neville's rod again.
"God, that's hot," Ginny announced quietly.
Harry could only agree. "So're you," he reminded her, then slipped a hand onto her stomach and down to her trimmed folds, "Did you like feeling him shoot his load into you, Pet?"
Ginny grinned happily, "It wasn't as good as yours, Harry, but yes, I really did. It hurt at first- I didn't think it'd hurt like that- but I adjusted fast, then it felt amazing. Hannah- I guess Hannah Abbot?- is a lucky girl."
Harry leaned over, shifting the hand on her cunt to go around her neck and start working a breast while his other crossed his body to diddle her tiny clit and whispered, "So're you."
She giggled, "I sure am, Master..."
"I meant in more ways, Pet," Harry continued, "Because you can fuck him more, you know. Once his Runes are done, he'll get a lot more randy. Ron did, I did, not that I needed it. Hannah won't always be there. He'll need someone... but between Lyra, you, and Hermione, I think we can get his needs taken care of, right? Plus mine and Ron's?"
The red-head nodded.
Harry let things progress for a few minutes. With two orgasms in rapid succession under his belt, even 'under the influence' Neville wasn't climaxing quickly, though Harry was sure Hermione was also taking her sweet time given the hand working beneath her skirt.
Then he asked, even quieter though not whispering, his mouth brushing Ginny's ear, "Speaking of needs... Ron looks pretty lonely over there, doesn't he? Poor guy, no girl to stroke him or suck him."
Almost against her will, Harry saw the girl look to her left, where Ron was watching the action on the bed, his hand pumping furiously.
She didn't seem to be able to look away, but that was all Ginny did aside from continue to jerk Harry off.
"Don't swallow, Hermione," Lyra suddenly said a few seconds later.
That seemed to be enough to set Ron off, for he began ejaculating into the air. Ginny watched it all, though she spun to face the bed again as Ron collapsed back into the couch, face as red as her hair.
Harry only smirked to himself as he watched Lyra perform the same gesture, pulling another mass of saliva and semen from Hermione's mouth, which joined the one on the boy's stomach. "Alright, beautiful," Lyra said happily, "You can go join the others for a bit."
Neville seemed insensate, but Hermione was very happy as she rejoined the others on the couch, quickly filling the spot between Ginny and Ron.
There, Harry was pleased to see, she picked up stroking Ron's long cock, which hadn't really softened. While the boy-who-lived was certainly enjoying Ginny's manipulations, he was still a long, long way from satisfied. Hand-jobs had been the reason he summoned Lilith in the first place, after all. They just weren't enough anymore.
On the bed, Lyra sank into the same position Ginny had, but was still drawing as, without guidance, she used Hermione's saliva as lube and took Neville into her arse.
"Fuck," Hermione muttered, pulling her hands away to rip her shirt upward and off, then standing and pushing her skirt down to her ankles and stepping out with just one, "I gotta have a cock..."
Around Ginny's suddenly distracted head, Ron shot Harry a surprised, grateful look as their mutual girlfriend threw her torso over Ginny's lap and started blowing Harry, presenting her petals to Ron. This, no doubt unintentionally, put her left hand on the edge of the couch to support her while her right landed on Ginny's leg and gave it a squeeze.
The red-head, in turn, moaned at the sight, and took her hand off of her leg to start to fondle Hermione's bra-clad chest as it swayed over her lap, and rested her other on the small of her best friend's back, just above her arse.
Harry grinned. Perfect... Then he stood himself and pushed his trousers further down before turning and kneeling with one leg, standing on the other, before Hermione and ran a hand through her hair. Ron, smiling at how Hermione was dripping, brought a hand to his mouth, licked once, then showed it to a glassy-eyed Ginny and Harry.
Harry waited until Ron was mounting her before he pushed his own thick cock into her mouth, the first time he'd actually been inside a woman in more than twenty-four hours.
As always, through the spike of pleasure and growing lust, Hermione felt like home, and Harry began to move slowly a moment later, letting her, or rather Ron behind her, do most of the controlling as her body shook in time to Ron's thrusts. Below the witch, Ginny pleasured the older girl's chest and own twat, transfixed at the sight of this all happening right over her lap.
It had been too long for Harry, though, and he was too needy. Even with the Stamina Runes enhancing his longevity and staying power, Harry knew he wouldn't last long.
But 'long' was a relative term.
Again, with Neville's second Rune-set complete, Lyra dove downward, letting him continue to fill her ass while she gobbled up his entire, fat length, stretching her anus wide to accommodate him as he continued thrusting with abandon.
Ron shuddered as he climaxed, and Harry let himself go a moment later, once Hermione's throat started vibrating on his cock, milking him for all he was worth. He was shaking as he finished, and felt like the Fog had taken him, too, though he'd been at least resistant since the Contract was finalized, as Harry leaned forward to grab Hermione by the shoulders and pull her up off his cock.
She protested, but Harry only grinned, "Hold on, just changing positions..."
Then he pulled her up by the armpits using his magically-enhanced muscle, to spin her in mid-air and set the studious girl down, giggling hysterically, where he'd been sitting a moment before, then hiking her down so the brunette's rear was just off the couch. "Gin... Pet. Lick her pussy clean."
At the first command, for the first time, Ginny tore her eyes free of either Hermione or Ron, to look at him quizzically. Then she grinned, and rose from the couch to settle on her knees between her best friend's legs.
Hermione didn't protest, though her eyes were wide with a combination of lust and surprise as Ginny leaned in and started sucking and licking for all she was worth. "Oh, God," Hermione moaned, "that feels... incredible..."
Caught in the moment, Harry was sure no one but him even realized it was Ron's semen she was licking out of the older girl.
Between slurps, the younger looked up her friend's body and said, "Wanted- to- do- this... for- for a long- time." No, no way she realizes that with what she just said, Harry thought to himself with a kink-induced grin.
Harry chanced a glance at Ron, to find his own erection just as renewed and ready as Harry's, the hands now both stroking it, one at the top and one at the bottom in quick motions. The dark-haired wizard, however, had the advantage of Ginny being right there. So he, too, went to his knees and hiked her body up to meet his, before ramming home once more.
Ron groaned, eyes not watching Lilith and Neville, but Ginny and Hermione with occasional glances to where Harry was making the firm arse of the pale girl shake too, driving her mouth further against Hermione's labia.
He kept going for several seconds, maybe a minute, before his glance caught Ron's. "Hot, isn't it? Watching Ginny go down on Hermione?"
Ron swallowed, then nodded almost reluctantly.
He continued to rut into Ginny until Hermione had climaxed again beneath his Pet's tongue, then forced himself free of her body with a grunt. She followed, thrusting back against him twice before she realized he wasn't there anymore. Instead, Harry had stood and moved around the edge of the couch to present his juice-covered cock to Hermione's mouth. She gobbled at it eagerly for a few seconds, moaning, before he pulled away again.
"Taste good, Hermione?"
"Mm... Ginny's tasty," she groaned, "love her tongue... gods, I'm such a slut..."
"Our slut," Ron groaned.
"Okay, Pet... leave her."
"Aww..."
Despite the word though, Ginny didn't hesitate to obey.
"Hermione?"
"Mmm?"
"Suck Ron, would you?"
"But I want to fuck..."
"No. Not this time," he commanded, and grinned as the girl pouted, but didn't offer other protest.
Then, like a five-pound whore, the girl mirrored Ginny's position between Ron's legs and angled him toward her mouth.
Ron grinned, leaning back now in relief against the couch as he let the girl work. "I gotta say, Harry... I want a pussy too, but this is really nice."
Harry only smiled as he took Hermione's place, then simply pointed at his own straining erection. "Lick, love... clean me completely."
Ginny's lip trembled as she started moving, licking from the base and his hanging scrotum, cleaning him of not just her own fluids and his, but also Hermione's, too. She worked from there slowly up his shaft, moving in circles around it with fingers first at his tip then the base, before popping him into her mouth.
He looked over at Ron, who was now watching Hermione bob, one hand holding her hair back so Harry and Ginny could see, the other controlling the long rod with a finger around the base. "Fucking hot," he whispered.
Ron nodded, then glanced his way.
"So's this."
Ron blinked, seemingly unconsciously, then followed Harry's glance downward.
He froze, eyes wide, as he locked eyes with Ginny, whose own darker brown orbs rose to meet his mid-suck.
Ron didn't say anything, but he kept watching his sister as she sucked and bobbed, and put a hand on Hermione's head to help guide her as Ginny started pumping Harry with one hand, too.
Across the way, Neville climaxed again into the Succubus' rear. She never slowed her mounting. Instead, mid-copulation, the fluid flowed out of her and onto Neville's stomach again. Harry could see three Runes, layered in a triangle with the top toward Neville's head, glistening in pearly white and magic on the boy's abdomen. She started rutting faster, moving just her hips as she continued to write, connecting the three major Runes on Neville's taught stomach. Harry could tell that Lyra was just shagging for fun, and to help Neville cope with the lust he was now going to have to deal with for at least a century.
But he couldn't blame her. He'd already told her to fuck whomever she wanted, barring a few individuals.
And Neville was a good friend, now one of them. "As much as you want, Pet," he told her mentally, only to get a glance and a moan of joy while she rode him cowgirl style, hands planted on Neville's pecs.
"You're gonna make me cum, Gin," he murmured, "gonna do it soon. I wanna cover your tits," he moaned, knowing full well what Ron thought of that particular kink.
Predictably, his friend groaned, "Me- me too, Hermione... on your tits!"
Harry let himself climax first, knowing it would drive Ron wild as he shoved Ginny back and half-rose, aiming himself down to plaster not just the red-head's face, but her mouth, neck, chest, and stomach, in glorious pearly goop.
"F- F-fuuuck," Ron groaned, shoving Hermione back even harder and staggering up, then falling to his knees as he blasted their girlfriend in a like fashion, half-straddling her waist.
Of course, it was at that moment that there was a knock on the outer door.
Lyra rose from Neville in a flash, floating upward on blurred wings as clothing materialized around her. "Ginny, please fuck the shit out of Neville for a bit. Ron, enjoy Hermione... you've all earned it. Harry, with me?"
Harry was so surprised by the suddenly business-like commands that he didn't protest as his other Pet fought her way to her feet on shaky legs and staggered to the bed, or Ron threw Hermione face-first into the couch and mounted her from behind, too.
Lyra dragged him out into the common room once more while he fought to re-dress, then whispered, "Answer the door. Tell him to come in, and send him toward the middle bedroom. I need to do this in private at first. If you get a message from me, you can come in, but just you- wear your cloak."
Harry nodded, confused, as she turned toward the bedroom Hermione and Ron usually used, the right on the far wall from the entrance, and shut the door behind her. He only remembered to close the Dungeon door with his wand and add a silencing charm at the last moment before opening the door to the hall.
"D- Dean?"
"Oh, uh... hey, Harry," the tall, black boy murmured, glancing down at Harry and then over his shoulder, "Er... I was expecting Lyra. Is- is she here?"
"Oh, your favor," Harry remembered, grinning at the memory of Dean's blush at breakfast, "Yeah. Come on in."
"So... new digs? Haven't seen you in the Dorm in a couple days."
Harry fought to stay relaxed himself to combat his more distant friend's growing nerves, "Lyra's in that room there. WC's there. Rest of the doors are off-limits for now. If you need something, I'll be studying, I suppose. As for the dorm... I was only planning on spending about half the time there this year. Reasons. I'll try and explain when I can, but... things have come up."
"Girl things?"
He nodded at the probing question, but didn't say more. After a few seconds, the other boy's patience wore thin and he pointed, "That room?"
The door shut twenty or so seconds after his nod, and Harry immediately moved to his own room to gather his Invisibility Cloak and throw it over his shoulders, though he didn't draw it closed completely.
Rather than study, though, Harry went back to the Dungeon to watch behind the once-more silenced door, as Hermione now bounced atop Ron on the conjured couch, both facing Ginny who was in turn lying against Neville's chest, almost helpless against the onslaught of his furious pumping. He'd already filled her once, Harry could tell, but with a grin he threw the cloak over himself fully and moved to watch from the end of the bed between Neville's legs as he came once more.
Once again, his penis grew thick and long as he watched, but it wasn't even a five minutes later that he got a mental message from his faithful companion. "Master, please come in if you wish. I'm about to give Dean the blow-job of his life. I've got him quite enraptured at the moment, but anyone I'm not Contracted with can break that. I do need you here after, so you may as well enjoy... unless you're busy?"
"No... I'll be right there, my Pet."
Still beneath the cloak, Harry pulled his erection free of his trousers once more to let it sway in the breeze as he crossed back out of the room, re-applied the Silencing Charm just in case, and did the same, weaker, on the bedroom door before slipping inside and shutting it, too.
He wasn't terribly surprised to see Lyra gone, and Lilith in her younger, more child-like form, younger even than her 'default' appearance with him. Nor to see her naked and touching herself with all the appearance of a very shy, nervous twelve-year-old girl.
It was a bit more of a shock to see her horns, wings, and tail quite visible, not opaque. And a bit more to see Dean, erection dark, thick, and long too, almost as large as Harry's enhanced one, throbbing a few inches from her face, as long as her whole head.
But Dean's eyes were the biggest shock. Harry knew, somehow, that they were locked very much onto Lilith's body, but he could see no detail, for they were stark-white, almost the color of his own jizz, but a little brighter, and glowing softly. "Er... what did you do to him...?"
"Tempting Gaze, Master. I've used it before, but I recently increased its power a bit. Found a trick to make it stronger. Only works on one person, but while I'm here, he's effectively mine. I can also implant suggestions, and he'll want to follow them- almost like what you did with your other Pet."
"Okay... would that work on me?"
Lilith glanced his way with one light pink eyebrow raised, almost comical on her child-like body. "No, of course not. Almost none of my powers would. Besides- you can already do it back if you want to. We'll talk about that later. He's going to be my bitch for a while, aren't you, Dean?"
"Yes, I'm your bitch," the boy nodded, mouth open and drooling as he continued to ogle the child body. "I'll do anything you say."
"Good. I'm going to make you happy with my mouth. Like I do with daddy."
"Yes."
Harry couldn't believe Dean was saying such things so... woodenly. He expected fire, passion, but this was... weird. Almost like he'd become a robot. In fact, it reminded him strongly of the false Ginny he'd seen Dean fucking along with Hermione in the false Astronomy Tower.
"Your first task will be a long one. For every month you fulfill it, I'll give you one blow-job as a reward, big brother."
"Yes. I'll do it."
"That task is this: never tell anyone what either myself or Harry James Potter, your friend, don't direct you to about anything that happens in these chambers or between our circle of friends. Ever. You want me to put your thing in my mouth, don't you, big brother?"
"Yes. Yes I do. I'll do it. I'll never tell anyone."
By contrast, Lilith was a cute, innocent, and yet strangely seductive and coy as he'd ever seen her, and Harry was already fighting the urge to take her instead.
"If I ever have another task for you, each one will be rewarded with a blow-job for successful completion. If you do very well, I'll let you put it in down there, big brother. In my special place."
"I want that," Dean said woodenly.
"Then do a good job. You'll do a good job, won't you?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Now... I trust you, big brother. So I'm going to do it once to show you I can do a good job, like mommy can."
Lilith sent Harry one wink, then reached out. It took both hands to close around the other boy's shaft in this form, and Harry watched her struggle to force just the tip of him into her tiny little mouth, but at once, Dean threw his head back, eyes still shining up at the ceiling. More and more of him sank into her, and Harry could see from the side as her tiny throat gained at least half of its depth as it swelled impossibly large to accommodate him.
"Tell her how it feels, son," Harry growled, "Tell your sister how it feels to be in her throat."
There was no change in Dean's eyes, but the toneless voice was gone. Instead, when he answered, the other boy's voice trembled and shook. It was low and husky, like it had been on the false Astronomy Tower when he'd been shagging the replica of Ginny, the night he and Hermione had first been together.
The first time Hermione had had Dean in her mouth, too, if only for a moment. "It feels really good, sis. Best thing I've ever felt."
More fun for later.
When he was fully inside, Lilith was bent at the waist, horizontal, at the edge of the bed, and Harry could just see the tip of Dean's cock making her ribs swell, too.
"In me, Master... I'm so voracious for you!"
His own reply was verbal, if soft, "It won't break the... entrancement?"
"You can't, Master... we are one and the same for this. Please... I need you... Your sister's so wet..."
"I want to fill you," Harry groaned, and stepped around, still invisible, behind the tiny, nude body.
Dean groaned as Lilith started pulling off of him slowly, and again, then put his hands on her little head, ignoring the horns, as she sank down once again. Harry, though, had removed only the tip of his penis from the Cloak and ran it along the narrow channel of Lilith's waiting snatch, which seemed just as fresh and untouched as it ever had, before slowly beginning to ease himself inside.
Once again, he tore through a false hymen, and Lilith cried out around Dean's cock. He jerked, probably climaxed, but Lilith only took that as her cue to grow slightly larger, at least in the throat, and start bobbing more rapidly. She was just as tight to Harry, however, and he gently took the little hips in hand as he started pumping himself, slowly at first, but rapidly increasing until he was slapping against her, driving her little mouth further onto Dean's erection, which had stayed firm despite one climax, no doubt due to Lilith's touch.
He heard the Succubus choke, swallow, and gulp against the hard, rigid flesh in her throat, but she never coughed or vomited even though Dean was impossibly large within her. His own cock ached with the pressure of being inside her, as large as he was, but Harry didn't care anymore, for it also felt exquisite. He started rutting faster, slamming her forward onto Dean, then yanking her back about half-way up the other boy's dick, only to push her back onto it with careless abandon.
Dean came again, but Harry kept going, only slowing when Lilith sent him another mental message asking him to let her stop, to finish his job.
"There you go, big brother," she cooed, mouth dribbling with Dean's sticky cum, "two rewards 'cause I like you. Now, sleep."
At once, Dean fell backward onto the bed.
Lilith looked over her shoulder, eyes blazing, and said one word: "Harder."
Harry obliged, smashing into her, driving forward, in and in, until his cock-head passed her tiny little womb and pushed that, too, inward, and her little rump met his stomach, then yanked her off again bodily, only to repeat the gesture.
Lilith cried out in ecstasy, "Yes, yes!"
He kept going, but only lasted about thirty more seconds- she was just too tight, and as she came, he did too, blasting forward and up once more even as he yanked her body, both hands touching around the girl's torso, onto his length completely.
Then Lilith squirmed and, still impaled on him, changed to her normal youthful form a few years, two or three, older and slid off his length. "Thank you, Master," she cooed, leaning up and turning to give him a quick kiss, "Now, a couple of Runes for Dean... Mastery and Servitude keyed to both of us, and a Stamina Rune so we can enjoy. Um... if you want him to do you favors, you'll have to please him, though, so... emergencies only. I can probably stand in, but no one else."
Harry grimaced, "Er, yeah... no. Not so much."
Lilith giggled, kissed him again, then reached around to swat his bare bottom, "Go get some sleep, or go fuck the others some more. I need to finish his Runes, then probably sleep myself. I'm tired already."
"Sleep?"
She nodded, "Yes... actual sleep. I've been here long enough, it's starting to affect me. Stuck as a human, you know? If I keep it up long enough, I might even have a period- though I still can't get pregnant. Natural mimicry at work. Go on."
He lingered in the door for a few more minutes as she started using his own semen, a little of Dean's, and some of her own squirt to draw smaller Runes on the boy's forehead, over his heart, and then a smaller one at the base of his dick, before repeating the process with another layer. One, he thought, of probably dozens. That's how it usually worked.
It was nearly eleven now, but Harry was still alert and wide awake as he entered the Dungeon once more. It took just a glance to see that Neville was worn out, asleep, and that Hermione had finished him off, because she was passed out with his semi-flaccid cock still held against her hairy cunt, both oozing with yellowing cum on the bed. Ginny was also curled up asleep on the couch, while a surprisingly haggard-looking Ron sat at the edge of the bed, occasionally glancing toward their shared girlfriend and roommate, or even his sister.
Harry sighed, "Come on, let's get the girls in a bedroom. Maybe leave Neville here."
Ron nodded and did the same, pushing his now naked body upright and bending to reach for the wand that stuck from his trousers. "I'll get Hermione."
Each levitating one witch, Harry gestured to the first bedroom, "You should put her in there. Lilith's doing... something with Dean in the other. Not shagging."
"Dean? Why's...?"
"I'll explain once I know more," Harry shook his head, "Um... is it... going to be a problem if I put Ginny in with me?"
Ron snorted tiredly, "Mate... you keep shagging her in front of me. I know you're doing it. Whatever."
Harry held the girl aloft, drifting aimlessly in his room, with one hand while he pulled back the blankets with the other and set her down as gently as possible before arranging Ginny into a comfortable position, covering her up, and pressing a kiss to the sweaty forehead before padding from the room to get her clothing, then Hermione's. Outside the other door, he hesitated a moment, rapped once softly, then entered.
Like he had been before, Ron was sitting on the edge of the bed, but clad in boxers now, while Hermione was beneath the covers, still sleeping soundly. "All I wanna do is climb in and sleep with her, mate," Ron said quietly as he entered and set the clothes on the dresser, "but I'm still awake and randy, even though I'm tired."
Harry shrugged, "I was like that yesterday. Still am, but I'm not really tired. Wanna go find someone to shag?"
Ron, to his surprise, shrugged half-heartedly. "I donno. I just... it's... weird. Can we... er, talk?"
"Sure. Here, or...?"
"No," he shuddered, glancing at Hermione, "out in the commons."
"Right."
A few minutes later, a mug of elf-delivered tea in each pair of hands, Harry waited patiently for Ron to say what was on his mind. He hadn't been gone that long in either case, but clearly something had happened, something that had his friend very preoccupied.
"She said it was just for us," he murmured eventually, staring at the now low-banked fire. "Hermione did."
"Her... what?"
Ron frowned. "Her... well, her body. She said it was just us. But when Ginny got tired, she didn't... didn't hesitate. She just climbed up there and..."
Harry understood at once. He couldn't feel bad about it, though. There wasn't any jealousy there for him. He was glad Hermione had enjoyed it, and that she was able to help Neville, and that he had, too. Likely, it wouldn't be the last time. Hannah wouldn't be able to keep up with the Runes Neville now sported, especially as they activated fully.
"Do you think she loves you less? Either of us?"
Ron hesitated, running a hand through his shaggy hair and setting his tea aside after another sip. "No... no, not really. I just... it was ours. Just you and me, you know? Something... special. Now..."
"Now it's just you, me, Neville... and Lilith."
Ron blinked, nodded, then looked up, "Wait... what?"
Harry shrugged, "She's a Succubus. She can grow a todger if she wants to. Over the summer, they... had that experience. Just once, but still."
Ron whistled, "Huh, never imagined... bet it was hot."
Harry grinned, "Hot as hell. I love watching Hermione get fucked hard. You, Lilith... Neville. Even if I didn't really see that."
"I s'pose," Ron murmured, reaching for his tea again. "I just... like she was saying, like you've said, life isn't all about sex, right? I mean, I just... wanted something special, just for us."
"She still is. She always will be. Not 'cause of any Runes, or Lilith, or anything. Hermione loves us. Both of us, equally. She doesn't love Neville like that, she just gave him pleasure, and accepted his. At least, that's how Lilith would describe it. I find myself agreeing."
Ron swallowed, then shrugged. "I guess. It's not something we can undo, anyway, and I'm not... upset, or anything. I just... I don't know. Something."
Harry nodded. He felt the same way, or had, the first time he watched Lilith or Hermione with Ron. That same kind of queasy, uneasy feeling. It passed, though, with time and pleasure.
Just like what he suspected was another queasy feeling Ron might have.
"So... your sister. Ginny."
"Mm? What 'bout her?"
"She was watching you wank. You watched intently as she blew me."
Ron snorted, "That's... shut up."
Harry smiled, shrugging and relaxing into the couch as he remembered how it looked, how it felt... how Ron looked as he tried not to be aroused by it. "Don't know why you're mad at me. You're the one perving on your sister. Or her perving on you."
"Shut up."
"Nah," Harry said with a teasing grin, "Come on, it's just us blokes. She's fit, you know? Really fanciable, and a great lay."
Ron's eyes narrowed, his shoulders tensed, but a few seconds later, the fight left him in a rush. "Fine... okay? Fine. She's gorgeous. Are you happy?"
"And you like seeing her nude?"
Again, Ron's eyes narrowed, but for a shorter period. "I- I guess."
"Okay."
There was silence for several minutes, then, "Just... okay? You aren't gonna yell at me, or tell me it's sick? I mean, I don't wanna do anything about it. I just... think she's really pretty."
"She is really pretty, Ron. And no, I wasn't planning on any of that."
"Er... oh."
Again, silence reigned in the common area.
Then a pain whisper, barely audible, escaped his best friend's mouth. "I... wanted her to do it. To touch me. I... I am sick."
"Maybe," Harry said with another shrug, internally crowing, "but if she had..."
"You'd have hexed me."
"No... I'd have told her to have fun. G'night, Ron."
Then, while his friend gaped, Harry stood, slipped into his room, stripped nude, and entered the bed where he spooned up against his Pet. Ginny murmured into her pillow and adjusted his hand so it lay against her left breast, then fell still once more.
Harry smiled, closed his eyes, and took a long sniff of her hair, still smelling of shampoo, grass, sweat, and sex, before he fell asleep as well.
A/N2: Review, folks! New chapters posted monthly (roughly around the 5th), but I will post early when I hit 15 reviews per chapter! We didn't come close last time, but I'm happy and eager to post 2 weeks earlier if we hit it. Don't worry much about 'catching up' and being made to wait anyway- we have more than a year's worth of monthly updates saved up, ready to go. There's plenty of padding before you catch up. :)
REMINDER:
Need that second (or third) Beta pretty urgently. PM me! To clarify, this is an 'unpaid' position (because making money off fanfiction violates copyright law). BUT, if you can show me you can do the job, I do have paying work (original) I can offer a bit of money for. It isn't much- I'm pretty small-time as far as authors go- but I can pay a little, based mostly off page-counts.
The writing would be mostly erotica and smut-based, but as always with my writing, there's character growth and plot too. :)
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
There are little bits of bonus content you can't find anywhere else, too. Just sayin'. :)
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