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WARNING: This isn't so much about this chapter specifically, but for the remainder of the year (and story): It's 'a bit' dark. This chapter has another major, plot-driven scene of non-consent, and much of the plot of the year deals with the cascading aftermath of that. Girls go missing (and not just to the good guys). Good guys make questionable decisions. Bad guys are... well, evil, morally bankrupt, and cruel.
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Chap. 31: Shattering more than Limits

On Thursday, Harry woke slowly, warm and nightmare-free. Usually if he woke early it was due to nightmares, but there had been far fewer of them since Lilith had been sharing his bed.

The reason for his wakefulness seemed obvious: he was rested, even though it had only been about four and a half hours since he'd fallen asleep, and wasn't yet five. He didn't have to pee, but he did have a raging erection, one that was sandwiched between two warm mounds of flesh, small and firm, while a body was curled into his, the source of the other heat. "Lilith...?"

"In the kitchens, master, bringing you breakfast so you can have some fun with your friends before classes. Your Pet has a free period, her only one today, but you have class in a couple hours."

"Gods above, you're a gift. I'm randy."

The reply was accompanied by amusement, "Then use your Pet. She's quite awake, you know, and thinking of that slab between her legs."

Harry smiled into Ginny's hair, then began sliding his thumb over the nipple beneath his hand and working his hips back, then forward.

Ginny groaned and whispered, "You awake?"

"Mm. Love waking up next to you, Gin."

"I love you, Harry," she murmured, "I... I'm not sure how I feel about last night, though."

He didn't stop. Instead, he reached down between Ginny's legs to find her well-lubricated already. He gently pinched the hood of her clit, then reached around with his other hand to stabilize her waist before pushing his dick upward, guiding it into her folds. Both moaned as they came together fully and he started moving languidly, while she lifted one leg to change the angle slightly. "About fucking Neville?"

"Mm... that too."

Harry smiled once more, glad she wasn't facing him. Ginny had always been able to read him as well as Hermione, and might just know something was up by his expression alone if she was. "I talked to Ron after you guys passed out for a bit."

She froze, but he didn't stop moving, and after a moment, she forced herself to start grinding against him, one hand covering his on her upturned breast.

"He told me some things in confidence, but some of it was... not jealousy, not really, but some weird confusion over Nev and Hermione."

"I was so jealous I couldn't keep going," she muttered, "I want my Runes next. Sorry I couldn't milk you dry, Harry."

"It's fine," he laughed, moving a bit faster and putting a hand beneath her raised knee to pull it up and shift her hips a bit more, "I didn't lack for attention, you know. Besides, Lilith made it very clear. My bond is the strongest, so my Runes are the strongest. I'll doubt I'll ever be fully satisfied unless I'm unconscious, and even that's not a guarantee. The Runes will make you able to handle more, but it won't be... enough. That's why the..."

"The harem?"

He nodded, pressing his lips against the back of her neck. "Yeah."

"Harry Potter, Harem Lord," Ginny giggled, shifting her body, half pulling him out so she was on her back, then leaned in to kiss him on the chin, "and I'm his Chief, right?"

"Not a power play," Harry muttered, "you're my Pet."

"Good enough," she whispered, then threw herself over him. As she sat up astride his member, the blankets pooled around her, and once more Harry smiled at the pale flesh lit only by starlight through the window as Ginny began to rock forward and back, one hand on his chest, the other still working her own teat. "Gods, I love you, Harry. Everything... even that you've summoned a Succubus and made us your little whores."

"Not my whore," he whispered gently, "my Pet. Did you like having Neville? He's wide."

"Thick as... as my arm," Ginny moaned, and started moving faster, "I was so stretched. You're bigger overall, but he's even- even thicker than you, M- Master."

He smiled, and rested his hands on her hips as she continued to rock. "How many times did he fill you, Pet?"

"S- Six, I think. Lost- lost track."

"Mm... what about Ron?"

Ginny froze, looking down at him with fear that caught Harry quite off-guard. "Wh- what about him?"

He pulled her close, gently, and left a hand on her back to feel her nipples slide on his chest while his other moved to squeeze one arse cheek, holding it open as he started to pump himself. "I saw you looking at him, that's all. What's your... judgment? How does he stack up?"

"Pretty sure it's ob- obvious," Ginny murmured, nibbling on his ear once it became apparent he wasnt' upset.

"I want you to say it, Pet."

"He's... long," she whispered, "he'd be too long for me. Don't- don't know how Hermione holds him."

Harry started moving faster again, this time bringing both hands to squeeze and separate her cheeks, and left one finger nuzzling at her bum hole, while another drifted to slide between his own slick flesh and the edges of Ginny's cunt, which slid and rolled with every motion he made. "I bottom out in Hermione. Fits me perfect, right to the tip. He's longer... if he goes all the way in, which I've seen him do..."

Ginny whimpered, "Right up- right into her c- cervix..."

"Like I can do with you," he murmured.

She whimpered again, but said nothing, nearly falling limply over him while he sped up again.

"And... he'd be all the way into your womb."

There was another whimper, a quiet, soft one that almost seemed to pain the girl, and he felt her walls squeeze him just a bit tighter. Not a climax, or not a full one, he thought, but she is definitely intrigued. Well, this just proves it, as far as I'm concerned. End of the year goal, unlocked.

A part of Harry still felt that it was strange to want what he did for his Pet and best mate, but a larger, louder part of him wanted it anyway. After another minute, she shuddered and came for real, gushing around him. Harry filled her a moment later, grunting in ecstasy.

Only later, after they had both showered separately using his own ensuite (for the sake of appearances, for whatever that was worth at this point, or maybe to speed things along), did Harry stop Ginny with a hand over hers on the doorknob of his room.

"Pet. Do something for me?"

"Mm, of course, Harry."

"If Ron ever asks you to touch him... do it with my blessing. Okay?"

Ginny's eyes widened. "You- what? What do you mean?"

"I mean, if he ever asks you to wank him... do it. I want to watch."

For a moment, she was quiet and still. Then, as the door opened, she laughed joyously, almost too loudly, "You're such a pervert, Harry."

He lingered a moment behind, joining her for breakfast, though shortly into the meal, just after he heard Hermione rousing for the shower, he leaned over Ginny and said, "That's 'you're such a pervert, Master.'"

(O)(O)(O)

Once again, after a Charms where Professor Flitwick complimented Lyra on her (entirely stolen) spell-knowledge, they had an hour-long study session that got Harry and Ron mostly caught up on their homework with only their Transfiguration to go for Friday's last class. Then their shorter Transfiguration lesson, where a still-disapproving Professor McGonagall reminded them quite firmly that those who couldn't keep up with the course-work would be dropped mid-term if necessary. Lunch was brief and hurried, but Potions under Professor Slughorn was much more relaxed than other classes Harry had had, even more than his first with the rotund wizard.

After that, Hermione had Ancient Runes and Arithmancy while he and Ron were free. Neville still had Divination, but that meant Harry and the ginger would be on their own for two and a half hours before dinner.

Time, in other words, to go for a fly.

The Quidditch Pitch was empty as most students were still in classes or studying, so the pair were alone for quite a while as they zoomed round, occasionally making passes or blocking them with the single Quaffle they'd brought out from the Gryffindor's practice set.

Neither noticed another older student come to join them at first, but Katie Bell had her whistle handy, and both started, immediately coasting to a stop near her after it blasted.

"Hey, Katie," Harry said with a grin, giving her a long look then a wink, which she ignored pointedly.

"Hi, Harry, Ron. You're a better blocker than I've seen in a while, Weasley. Need a Keeper this year- you gonna try out?"

Ron immediately flushed. "Er... I'm- I'm not that good."

Harry snorted, "Not as good as Wood, maybe, but that man lives and breathes Keeping. You're better than most."

"I agree," Katie said, "I'm serious, though. Tryouts haven't been posted yet, but I'm thinking Wednesday night after dinner, maybe next Saturday if we get a lot of sign-ups. Harry, I want you there, too. Don't go thinking it's automatic. I want the whole team, your sister included, Ron."

"Er... okay. We'll let her know."

A few moments later, pleasantries exchanged, the boys were in their side of the locker room while Katie flew around herself. "Er... what d'you reckon?"

"About the Keeping?"

"No, about Katie's skills in bed. Yes, the Keep- No. No way." Ron had noticed Harry's almost sheepish expression. His jaw fell open. "You... you really did? But she's- well, she was with, er, Alicia and Angelina, last I heard."

"And your brothers," Harry said quietly, "They were all going... well, to make it work as a group. At least, to hear Katie tell it."

"So why'd she shag you then? I mean, I know you're like, a decent looking bloke and you've got the whole Succubus thing going for you, but how'd you get Katie if she's with the twins and the other Chasers? Er... the other Chaser. Well, Angelina, anyway."

Harry shrugged, "Honestly it was mostly luck, I think. I saw her on the map the first night back, kind of followed her. It was late, wanted to see what she was up to. Went out for a fly. Turns out..." Harry leaned in then dropped his voice after glancing around to check for eavesdroppers, "Turns out Katie likes a bit of 'healthy breeze 'round her privates' when flying late at night."

Ron laughed at the repeat of the words an old wizard they'd seen wearing a woman's housecoat at the Quidditch World Cup, then grinned as the implication set in. "Wait, really?"

Harry nodded. "Yep. I was just wanting to talk- though of course I wouldn't have said no to more- since I was still thinking about Alicia a lot. She was, too, told me they were all together before... but that things felt different. I think they're still planning on it, leaving together, but I don't know for sure. She, uh... well, it was out on the stands."

Ron snickered, "You shagged on the Quidditch stands? Lucky. I dream about doing it out there, you know, or on the Pitch itself."

"I didn't, but the locker rooms I did," Harry admitted.

"Ooh, yeah, locker rooms would be fun. Anyway, so about the Keeping, then?"

"Do it. You're better than you think. Nerves are your worst enemy, but we know how to conquer those from last year, don't we? I mean, you played most of the season."

Ron blinked, then swallowed, before a wide smile broke out. "Yeah, I guess I did. I mean, I sort of thought they'd find someone... better, you know? 'Course, I'd do it anyway if... you think I could convince Hermione to go down on me before a game?"

"Maybe," Harry laughed, privately thinking Hermione might just go down on him for fun if he ever asked, "or someone else. A good-luck charm, of sorts."

"Damn," Ron said, eyes wide with the possibilities, "Lavender... or- d'you..." his voice softened, growing quieter, "D'you think... Katie...?"

"Maybe," Harry answered again, more quietly himself, "She... might prefer girls, though. It's hard to say, with what she mentioned before about the lot of them."

Ron blinked and let out a low whistle. "Huh. Still..."

Harry nodded, "Still."

"There's other options, yeah? I heard Demelza, in Ginny's year, is pretty good on a broom, too, and they're friends. She could put in a good word."

"You want your sister to get you laid?"

Ron laughed, clapping a hand to Harry's shoulder, "You're one to talk. Would you turn down any help to get more play?"

"No... I don't think I would," Harry smiled, following his friend back out onto the grounds.

They both had some hunting to do, and at least another half-hour before dinner.

(O)(O)(O)

"What about that one?" Ron asked in a low voice, "I've heard her talking about you a few times. A lot, actually. Ginny doesn't think much of her, but she's pretty fit."

Harry followed his friend's eyes to a small knot of girls that were hanging out, one of several, on the long bridge that crossed one of the narrow gorges at the north end of the Hogwarts Valley. It was pretty easy to figure out who the ginger was talking about. Three of the four girls were rather plain, and only one was good looking enough to catch his friend's eye. "Vane?"

"I think that's her name, yeah," Ron nodded, pointedly looking away and putting his hands together as he leaned over the balustrade in a casual sort of way.

"Fangirl."

"Pussy," Ron reminded him quietly, "she'll put out, yeah?"

Harry blinked, "Can't argue with that logic- she probably would. But... we'll have to try something to guarantee she'll stay quiet about it. Already too many rumors as it is."

Ron snorted, "I can shut her up, got a gag, if you know what I mean."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Be nice. Just because you want something new to get your rocks off in..."

"Sorry. Anyway... what d'you reckon?"

Harry watched his friend for a moment, but he did seem sincere in his apology, at least. And, truth be told, this wasn't the first time he'd thought about having the girl. Once he and Ginny had become friends earlier the previous year, he'd learned that Vane had taken over the unofficial headship of his fan-club at Hogwarts. That left her, in Harry's mind, both available as an easy conquest- a very willing one- and somewhat off-limits. He hated his fame, even if Lilith wanted him to use it more. Still...

"I have an idea. Got any parchment?"

"A little... here."

Harry wrote a quick note and folded the scrap into a paper airplane, then tapped it with his wand. Silent casting was still difficult, but he was starting to get the hang of it. Mentally repeating the words was not effective but the intent behind the magic was. It just took a whole other level of concentration and focus to do it, until even that became habit.

"What'd you say?"

"Wait and see..."

He and Ron watched out of the corners of their eyes as the paper fluttered across the bridge to the far end, and alighted in Romilda Vane's black hair. She flinched at first, then reached up to take it gingerly. She unfolded it, looking confused, then read it, immediately turning red.

Of course, she had known he was there- the girls had all started shooting he and Ron furtive glances the moment they'd appeared on the path. She looked their way, then sent a quick thumbs-up before leaning in to whisper furiously to her friends.

A few minutes later, she left the loudly-giggling lot, still red-faced, to come toward them.

Harry stood up off the bannister, Ron following, and waited for her to reach them with a casual pose as well, hands in his pockets. "Hi, uh... Romilida, right? Vane?"

She giggled, nodding, "And of course I know who you are. And... Weasley. Ginny's brother, Ron?"

The taller of the boys nodded too, his own body language far less casual, but still relaxed enough Harry doubted the other, younger girl would have noticed. "So... you okay to talk? Alone?"

"Of course," Romilda giggled, throwing a glance past her dark plait, which hung just below her waist, toward her friends, "Where would you like to go?"

Harry pretended to glance around the castle grounds, though he'd already had a place in mind. "Oh... I don't know. How about... a walk? It's alright if Ron comes, right? You want to, mate?"

"Sure, I'd like to cum," Ron snickered quietly, forcing Harry to roll his eyes again.

Romilda didn't seem to notice the slight change in wording, and giggled once more as she brazenly hooked an arm through Harry's. "Lead the way, Harry... can I call you Harry?"

"Sure," the dark-haired boy grinned easily, walking slowly at first but then quickening his pace as they cleared the bridge and turned off toward the Forbidden Forest.

She started asking questions as soon as they were out of ear-shot of the others, most of which Harry or occasionally Ron gave single-word answers to, but the fifteen year old didn't seem to notice that neither boy was particularly interested in conversation. Romilda was also more than willing to make up for the lack, her mouth running what seemed like three or four miles a minute as they wound their way downward from the hills and into the lower forest edge.

Only there did she hesitate, casting one glance toward the castle as the sun began to light the parapets orange. "Um... it's almost dinner. Shouldn't we be... getting back? And isn't the forest... dangerous?"

"For me? No," Harry laughed easily, making sure to put his hand over the girl's on his arm, "Ron and I'll protect you. Besides, we were thinking about a bit of a picnic. It'd mean spending more time with me. You don't want to stop and go back empty-handed, right?"

"Er, n- no," Romilda murmured, then straightened her back- the top of her head didn't come up to Ron's shoulders, he noticed, though it was about at his eye level. "We can- we can go on. Anything for you, Harry."

He let that comment sit for a bit as they turned deeper into the forest, not following any path he could remember, until he found a suitable clearing with a gigantic fallen log, moss-covered, that lau partially over a small pool that had formed around in drop in the land. He glanced about quickly, finding no trace of Hogwarts visible aside from the dim glow of the towers in the sunset, and gently pulled out his wand. "Just for some privacy- protective enchantments," he reassured the girl, and walked with her, setting out several that he'd learned to protect a small area. Most of the 'casts', however, were gibberish. Truth be told, he wasn't that interested in warding off the more dangerous creatures in the forest- except for the spiders. Those, he could do without, and Ron felt better the moment he started layering those wards.

"So... you- you mentioned a picnic?"

Harry grinned as the final spells fell into place. "Yeah... we'll feed you, I promise. You said earlier you'd do anything for me."

"Y- yeah," Romilda murmured, sending Ron a glance, "Er..."

"Did you mean that?"

She straightened again, "Of- of course I did! I'm your biggest fan, you know? I adore you."

Ron, over her shoulder, smiled and gave him a thumbs-up.

"Good... just what I wanted to hear," Harry said, stepping toward her and gently resting his hands on her hips, leaning low.

Romilda stiffened at his touch, but melted into him with a sigh as he whispered, "How badly do you want to shag the Boy Who Lived?"

Romilda's blush returned full-force, but she looked up at him almost angrily, "Really badly. Is- is that why you brought me out here? To shag?"

He smiled, stepping back a little, "Yep. Smart girl."

The younger girl swallowed, then patted her cheeks. "Al- alright. I'll do it. Um... what about...?"

"Ron?"

She nodded, looking over her shoulder again.

"You said you'd do anything- so shag him, too. We're friends, see?"

Her red face paled considerably. "U- Oh. Um... oh- okay. I..."

"Good... now..." Harry reached for his zipper and smoothly fished out his member. "Let's start with your mouth- both of us."

"Oh..." Harry shot Ron a pleased look as the girl sank to her knees in the forest loam, then reached out a tentative hand. She poked his tip once, giggling almost hysterically as it bounced and then watching wide-eyed as it started to swell and rise.

After a few moments it tapped her chin, and even started to lift the witch's head wtih the force of it. "That's it.. put it in your mouth. Close your lips and suck on it, move back and forth."

Harry grinned as the girl started to do as he instructed, and looked up from her light freckles and dark hair, swaying only a little with her tentative motions, to see Ron with his own rod out, trousers still up, while he walked the few feet it took to reach them and stand beside Harry.

"Look at me, Romilda," Harry urged, and the girl's dark brown eyes opened at once, then widened as she noticed Ron still there. "Take him in hand. Stroke him."

Ron groaned, keeping his hand at his base while she started stroking the length of him to keep himself angled toward her mouth. "There you go... good little slut."

Romilda looked offended for a moment, and even pushed herself off of Harry to glare upward, but the moment she opened her mouth, Harry pushed back in and took her head in his hands. "Hrmphy!"

"Relax, it's our secret that you're our slut," he told her softly, and called upon... something. Something he knew was within him, now...

His bond.

He couldn't define how it felt, having the energy, the magic, the essence, of Lilith flowing through him, but he knew that it was. Knew the moment his vision went pink, as if he were wearing rose-tinted glasses, then back to normal.

Romilda's eyes went blank.

Not white, not pink. They stayed brown, dark in the gloaming light, but expression left them. No anger, no rage, no visible lust. She did relax, though, and Harry grinned over at Ron. "There. Didn't know that'd work, but... suck his cock too, slut."

Romilda nodded, taking Harry's cock from her mouth once more to replace it with Ron, who groaned, "Damn, Harry... what did you do? I felt... something, but... Gods... I love getting head!"

He shrugged, physically bending to lift Romilda's other hand to stroke him, then stuck a hand down her shirt, which was open a few buttons already due to the heat of the day. "Not sure. Used... something. Part of Lilith's powers, I guess. She's not too good at blowjobs, but..."

"Hot and wet."

"Yeah... my turn, Romilda. Don't forget me..."

"Never," she whispered, and he was glad to see a bit of emotion back in her eyes as she turned to tug on him once more.

Ron grinned as she started wanking him without being told, then used her other hand to begin unbuttoning her blouse the rest of the way. Harry let her do so until the white cloth was hanging open, then pushed her bra down on one side, giving one pale, freckled teat a squeeze. Romilda groaned.

"My turn, mate."

Harry smiled, "Do it- do anything either of us tell you, Romilda, and we'll make you feel good."

"Yes, Harry," she replied at once, "I like feeling good."

Then Ron groaned again as she tried shoving himself all the way down her throat. He was far too long at first, she struggled before reaching a third of his cock, but the taller wizard appreciated the effort, judging by how his hands flew to her head and held her there while he started stroking in and out slowly.

Harry gave Romilda's tit another grope, then stepped in again, and used a hand to push himself down and into her mouth, too. There was a faint pop, and Ron gaped. "Er, mate... Hermione was one thing, but..."

"Feels good, yeah? Slag Romilda... you like having two cocks in your mouth at once?"

She didn't say anything, but nodded on both of them, gagging again as she tried to deep-throat them both. Even having Ron's dick pressed up against his didn't give Harry any sort of weird feelings in the moment, but he still only thrust a few times before pulling out and lifting his trousers again so he could walk easier. He stepped behind Romilda and lifted her with his elbows beneath her shoulders, making her cry out in surprise and Ron in annoyance, "Damn it, Harry- I was getting close!"

"Patience, Ron... Romilda, I want you to leave your clothes on, but lay down on that log. No, put your head on the lower side. There's a good slut."

"Oh, I gotcha," Ron chuckled, "Sorry, Harry. Should've known you knew what you were doing."

Harry grinned, waiting and watching as Romilda positioned herself as he asked, then threw a leg over it himself. He was at her head, and lowered himself so his scrotum, hanging low in the late summer heat, smacked against Romilda's mouth. "Lick those- suck on them gently. Are you a virgin, Romilda?"

She answered before doing as he said obediently, voice a bit dull, "Right now I am, but I'll be a slut tomorrow."

Ron laughed, stepping up and throwing a leg over the log as well just above the half-rotted roots. "What'dyou have in mind, Harry?"

The dark-haired Contractor shrugged. "Occurs to me you haven't taken anyone's virginity yet, that's all. But Romilda wants you to have hers, doesn't she?"

"Harry wants me to be a slut. I want to be a slut," the girl murmured around Harry's sack, one hand starting to stroke him again, the other using the tips of her fingers to guide his testicles toward her tongue as they rolled away. "I am a slut."

Ron let out a low whistle. "Damn, Harry... whatever you did..." But he seemed to put the matter from his head as he leaned forward between Romilda's legs and lifted her skirt to reveal lacy white knickers, which were drenched enough to show a thick thatch of dark hair and a puffy pink slit, heavily engorged, behind them. "Dinner time," he murmured, before shifting the lace to the side and beginning to eat his fill.

Harry let Romilda keep licking his balls for more than a minute before asking, "What does she taste like, Ron?"

Just then, he watched as Romilda's hips started to shake. Ron, politely, kept at it until her orgasm was finished even though her legs clenched powerfully around his head until it was over, then looked up with a glistening face. "Gravy, if you can believe it- Mum's gravy."

Harry grinned, "Budge up."

As Ron sat up higher and started stroking his still-hard self, Harry leaned down and took a long lick himself, finding that Ron was very right- the flavors were almost identical. Huh. He only licked at the swollen cunt a few seconds before withdrawing, though, and rose back up to look down at Romilda's red face. "Ron's going to take your virginity, slut. Tell me how that makes you feel."

"I wish it was Harry," she replied at once, "but I'm happy to be Harry's slut for his friend."

That phrase twinged in Harry's mind, but Ron didn't notice anything strange, and watching his best friend step forward on bowed legs toward the girl then angle himself down toward her still panty-glad entrance distracted him heavily. Ron didn't remove them, only shifted the thin strip of sodden cloth aside. "Here- here goes..."

He prodded twice, then, with two fingers holding the angle correctly, pushed all the way in.

The red-head was not gentle at all, and Harry actually heard the girl's hymen rip, but she didn't seem to care for whatever pain there was. Instead, she gasped, "Oh, Harry, I'm so full! He's in my baby-place! Oh, oh... I want your cock! Give it to me, please, please, Harry!"

Ron, buried to the hilt between Romilda's legs, looked up with a white face. "H- Harry? I- I think I am. I... shit, all the way.. It's tight, but... gods it's so hot..."

"Does it hurt, slut?" Harry asked quietly, looking past his own throbbing shaft at the girl, whose expression was one of bliss instead of agony.

She whimpered, "N- No... I want cock... I'm a slut... I'm a slut... use my body, because I'm a slut!"

He was growing even more confused by the effects of... whatever it was he'd done, but Harry could only shrug, "You heard the girl. Have fun, I guess."

Ron obediently grinned, pushing the girl's blouse to the sides and giving both slightly saggy, hanging breasts a pull towards him by the nipple, then pulled harder until he lost his grip. Romilda yelped, then groaned, even as Harry could see the girl's flesh already darkening with a bruise or two from his friend's fingers. "Maybe not that hard."

"Harder," Romilda moaned, then lifted her head, impatient, to lick at Harry's nuts again.

Ron started to move, eyes closing as he pulled out slowly, then looking down at his head, which was still half-inside the furred vagina. "Shit... blood. I think I tore up into her womb, Harry..."

"I don't care," Romilda muttered, "use... use your slut."

The two wizards shared a groan, and Ron pushed back in, slower, eyes closed again, until he was once more bottomed out. "H- hymen was there... w- womb... shit... shit... gods and Merlin and..."

Words fell away as he leaned over the girl, hands on her hips, and started pumping faster and faster. Harry's own cock was starting to throb painfully, too, so he lifted up from Vane's mouth again and stepped back, angling himself toward her lips, which opened eagerly, "Harry's co-mph!"

Her tongue started flying back and forth expertly over his glans, then the bulge of his urethra as he pushed in further and further. Romilda swallowed as he hit her tonsils, then again the back of her throat. Then he watched her throat swell as he pushed in the rest of the way, until he could see the bulge of his sensitive head past her now-protruding larynx. The girl was younger, significantly smaller than either of them, and her throat-pussy was tighter than almost any human's he'd fucked. Yet something was off. Her initial oral work was sloppy at best, entirely inexperienced as she was.

Now, though, she exhibited skill of someone more along the lines of a professional. Harry lost control quickly, and started hammering in and out like Ron, forcing the girl's clothes to rip and tear as they slammed her body back and forth on the knotted log.

Unusually, Harry came first, climaxing deep into Romilda's throat for the first half, then filling her open mouth as he left just the tip there against her eager tongue.

He pulled away, still hard but with the edge taken off, to look down at the girl's expression as Ron kept fucking her as hard as he had anyone before.

The dull look was gone. Instead, it was replaced with one of... if he wasn't mistaken... slavish devotion. More than Lilith or Ginny by far. Shit... what did I do...? Fangirls...

"Swallow his cum, slut," Ron ordered, "and get ready for mine!"

Romilda obeyed at once, as if Harry had given the order, but took three great gulps to mostly clear it from her mouth. Ron, though, pulled out- most of the way. Harry watched his longer, thinner dick pulse twice with just the head inside, then withdraw to plaster long lines up Romilda's pale flesh, some almost reaching Harry. "Damn, that was good," Ron groaned. "You want her next, Harry?"

Did he...?

He wasn't really one for sloppy seconds, but... he'd already done worse. And whatever was going on with Romilda's strange behavior, she seemed quite willing and eager, and he was still hard... "Sure. Trade?"

After they had changed positions, Harry watched again as the still-hard Ron pushed all the way into Romilda's throat, too, his own head nearly touching the collarbone but harder to see. Again, Ron started playing with the girl's tits, squeezing and mauling them roughly enough that he suspected there wouldn't be a spot without a bruise shortly enough.

He suddenly wanted to leave his mark, too.

So, uncaring that Ron's seed covered her twat and tits, he gave each of the soft mounds a slap and a squeeze once more, then buried his face between her legs. He even used the fact that he knew his face was hidden to secretly taste his friend's cum, and grimaced as he did so, then put it from his mind. Accidents were bound to happen- didn't mean he liked it. Then, using his teeth, he bit and gave dark, strong hickies to both sides of Romilda's mons, then gently bit down on her now very visible clit. She groaned, and her hips shook against his face, but he didn't let go until thirty seconds had passed.

Then, while she gasped around Ron's cock, Harry stood back up and shoved his dick into the waiting, still dripping pussy.

He'd been in Hermione when Ron had cum inside her before, and Lilith too, but this was a bit different. He'd let Ron have the girl's virginity, and in some weird, undefinable way, he felt Romilda Vane wasn't his biggest fan anymore- she was Ron's. Fucking her was amazing, great, just like anyone he'd been with, yet it was also very much not home. About like his time with that one Muggle girl he'd gotten to fuck Dudley... Jane? No... Jill.

"A pussy is still a pussy," he reminded himself, and put a hand on the girl's now very swollen, darkened clit to thumb across it. Romilda came around him almost at once, further lubricating her channel for Harry, which he used to press further in. He, too bottomed out, and he knew at once how Ron had known what he'd done.

Romilda was short, almost as short as Ginny, but much more shallow. His cock-head had pushed up and in, was now buried between the tight muscles of her cervix which vibrated faintly around him. It was stimulating as could be, and Harry groaned as his hips stopped against the girl's thighs. Then he bent to lift her knees and push them up for Ron to hold, folding Romilda in half before he pushed in further still.

He groaned as her cervix moved from his head to the narrow spot below it, "Sh- shit, I'm in her womb, too," he groaned. It was growing dark, but Harry could see plenty well as the girl's body started to rock in time with his thrusts. Ron came again, covering Romilda's tits even more, and immediately put his dick back in her throat, which opened for him happily. Harry groaned, his own second climax starting to approach now, when he felt Lilith's presence appear in the clearing as she lowered herself from the sky, then became visible to both of them- and Romilda.

"Oh, Master," she sighed, looking a bit sadly at Romilda, who was eagerly swallowing and still lapping at Ron's shaft while Harry hammered her, "you need to be careful... especially with powers you don't know you have! Climax inside her... then both of you will need to take her ass."

"I... what?"

Lilith only shook her head, appearing as Ron's preferred, older form, and let the clothes fade as she stepped over to Romilda and put a hand between the girl's temple and Ron's thigh, and the other over her heart between the battered, swinging tits.

Harry watched as Romilda shuddered in another incredible orgasm, the shaking in her body combining with the arch of her back to coax his second out even more quickly.

He blasted inside as deeply as he could and felt once more as his jizz hit her own flesh with the force of a slap... and didn't stop.

His orgasm kept going, and pulse after pulse of semen left him, filling the witch's young womb over and over, until her belly began to swell.

Ron, too, it seemed, was in similar straights, and Romilda was swallowing convulsively as he shook over her, pumping the largest load Harry had ever seen from him into her stomach.

Finally, Romilda's thin, flat stomach bulging more than two inches, quite visible, Harry's orgasm faded and he was able to force himself out, though he was still rock-hard and coated with semen. Ron joined him, and Lilith wasted no time in lifting the girl, who gasped for air but seemed none the worse for wear despite having had a cock filling her throat for more than ten minutes, to spin her around and drape her over the log.

"Who took her virginity?"

Harry pointed to Ron, who looked sheepish.

Lilith nodded, "Then, Master, you'll need to take her in the ass first. Hard and fast- don't make her suffer any more than you have to, just climax and be done."

"S- Suffer more? Isn't it... hard...? Doesn't it hurt?"

"Not for her, not anymore," Lilith shrugged, still a bit sadly, "Go on... she'll be tight, I'm sure. I've already put some lube there from your semen."

He looked down, and somehow he could tell that the mixture was from both he and Ron. Again, he felt the faintest of twinges, but... it was a hole, quivering, and he wanted to.

So he did as his Succubus asked, and stepped behind Romilda to force himself in, slowly but firmly. Romilda gasped and threw her head back, and he watched as, around the log, her hands flew back to hold her arse cheeks apart for him, "Deeper, harder!"

"Damn, she really is a slut," Ron gasped.

"She is now," Lilith muttered, "Master broke her, and you need to finish the job or... well, it won't be good. I hope you're randy, Ron, because you have to fuck her in the ass, too- both of you will need to do it inside her. Fill her up completely."

Harry nodded, using his hands on either side of Romilda's waist to begin pounding her into the log, feeling as her rectum and anus clasped around him rhythmically, almost like she was born a Succubus. He'd only fucked a few people this way, and of them, only Lilith had been able to time the squeezing of their orifice for maximum pleasure- until now.

Just thinking about how it felt to plunge into her back door, too, made Harry groan in time with Ron. He shot a quick glance to his left to see Lilith, still in Ron's favorite form, surrounding his slick cock with her bountiful tits, and licking at his tip while he stared down at her.

Clearly, getting him ready.

He'll need it, shit I'm close already!

He exploded as Romilda clamped down on him, her body shaking as the moss against her front stimulated her clit even more. Again, he continued blasting inward, and he tried to count, but the pleasure made him lose track somewhere in the thirty-five range of how many times his cock lurched and balls twitched.

He was still incredibly sensitive when he pulled out, so he groaned when Lilith stood and pulled him away by a rather rough, hard grip on the base of his dick. He moaned instead when she took him, to the base, in her mouth, licking him clean in one go. "Mm... Master and Ron both still taste good, and I love the virgin blood. But you have to be careful next time! Go on, Ron... take her. Claim her."

"In... in the arse?"

Lilith gave him a look that said she was done repeating herself, so Ron swallowed and angled his again-ready self down. "Er... are you going to... leave it?"

"Yes. It's necessary, even if it's a bit of a waste. Go on. Remember, fast and hard, fill her with everything you can."

Ron shook his head, then pushed in as Harry had done, mounting the younger girl the same way. He lost himself to the joy of sex faster, giving the other wizard time to ask his Succubus, "What... did I do? I knew I did something... right off. I just don't know what."

"You broke her," Lilith said quietly, maintaining the same form, "broke her will and resistance. What exactly did you say right before you did it?"

"I..."

Harry frowned. What had he said? That was several minutes ago, an hour or so maybe, and at least three orgasms. "Um... I think I said it would be- be our secret that she was our little slut."

"'As righ'," Ron grunted, bending low over the girl's freckled back as he started humping even faster, doglike, driven to new heights by Romilda's growing mewls of ecstasy.

"Shit," Lilith muttered darkly, "You... damn it. I'm guessing it was Tempting Gaze you tried to use, right?"

Harry shrugged, "I... I don't know. Didn't really have a plan, to be honest. I just wanted her to... go with it."

Lilith sighed, running a hand over her face, then patting Harry's dick before starting to pump it slowly. "I'm not angry... I'm not upset. It's just that this will be noticed. Not exactly Dumbeldore's 'discreet'. Honestly, I'm not even sure what power- or powers- you used to do this. Maybe Aura of Arousal and Tempting Gaze both could do it, if she was in a particularly weak frame of mind, or... was partially willing, maybe. Still, this is something I've heard of, I'm just not sure how it's done. It's beyond me. I know what skills I can learn, but until I get to Tier Three, I can't learn about the Tier Four powers. This might be one of those- or higher."

"Huh?"

Lilith waved his confusion off, "I'll explain later how our powers are arranged. It's not... formal, not really, but it can seem that way. We're all different, we have our own talents and whatnot. Tiers are all that's really relevant- power levels. Maybe something like your year groups, only there's not as many. The fifth is something only the legends of our kind and our greatest warriors and leaders, our heroes, are capable of reaching, and only the most potent among our history are said to have mastered even half of the Tier Five powers. They're loosely grouped by power, and sort of follow 'trees' in a way. Aura of Arousal is required to learn Tempting Gaze, and my Gaze can never be stronger than my Aura, for example. This... I'm really not sure what it was or is. But I know what's happening, I can see it in the girl's heart and mind. She's lost. She's still in there- Romilda Vane is still who she is at the core of her- but it's been... subsumed.

"Now... now all she wants is to shag. All the time. Anyone."

"Like... you?"

Lilith shook her head. "No... more. Succubi want to shag all the time, but she needs to. It's going to be all she can think about. The more of your essence within her, the sooner- if ever- she'll be able to find her way back to herself. But she'll always be like this, in some way. You've basically Bonded her- to both of you, if I'm not wrong. Made her a Thrall, of sorts."

"A... Thrall?"

"A... slave-bond, you might say. When one of my kind betrays the people in some fashion, something like this is typically done to them as a punishment. The last punishment. It works a bit differently on us than a human, because it also takes away our ability to feel pleasure or gratification. Instead, all we can feel 'good' by doing is servicing others. Her... I'm not sure. But she's clearly in sexual ecstasy still, despite the pain she should be in, given how you've both ravaged her."

Harry swallowed.

Lilith shrugged, almost dispassionately watching as Ron climaxed, then started humping again mid-orgasm, just as Harry had done. "It's too late to worry about stopping or reversing it- there isn't a way to, as far as I know. But we can maybe give her a semblance of normalcy."

"She... what should we do? What can we do? I didn't know this..."

Harry couldn't believe how bad he suddenly felt. He knew he'd screwed something up the moment he'd done... it. But this... this was so much worse than taking Pansy and Daphne under the influence of the Fog of Lust!

"Fuck her. Use her. It's what she wants," Lilith said quietly, "she wants to be me, or at least, like me. Maybe... maybe when I go I'll take her with me. Give her the kindest end we can. Until then... she should come back to herself eventually, but until she does there's no use to her aside from as a pleasure-slave. Literally- her only purpose in life, right now, is to be 'your slut'. Not 'your cum-dump', or anything singular, but your 'slut', which means you want her to fuck a bunch of people. Until she does come back... that's all she'll ever want. Everything else will be torture."

"Fuckin' hell," Ron muttered as he yanked himself, very spent, out of the girl's arse. Harry watched their combined semen drip and dribble while Romilda's anus gaped dark and wide, both it and her twat frothing with cum. "That sounds... bad."

"It is," Lilith murmured, "but again, nothing we can do about it. She'll be ready for anyone, anytime- the strongest sort of nymphomania you can imagine, but she won't care who or what else. Honestly, she's safer in your care, to help protect her from diseases or abuse by others."

"So... so you're saying even though I destroyed her personality... she's safer with me? I highly doubt that," Harry murmured quietly.

Lilith shrugged again. "That's how I see it. You two- and your friends- can make use of her when no one else is available. It's all she wants. If she's around her friends, she'll try to seduce and sleep with them. If she's around other men, she'll try with them. If she's around her family- even a family dog- it won't matter to her. Safer with you, like I said. At least that's limiting her... use, for lack of a better word, to those you approve of."

Ron swallowed. "Hermione's gonna blow a gasket."

"Let me handle her," Lilith shook her head, "I'll... tell her a variation. Tell her I did it, because she was using magic against the two of you. That'll calm her down, and she won't mind a bit of punishment, either. Should also take care of Ginny."

"It's our secret," Romilda's strangely giddy voice said from behind the log, "our secret slut..."

"Exactly," Lilith called brightly, though her expression was still a bit dour and cross. "Now- you should get back, Ron. Hermione was looking for you about homework you missed for tomorrow, and it's getting late. I'll bring these two back shortly, I need to have a talk with Master about our powers."

"Your... oh. Okay. That- that way?"

Lilith nodded, "Yes, just follow the lights. If Hermione asks, tell her you were set upon by a too-eager girl, and that I'm taking care of it. I'll explain later. Ginny too, for that matter."

Ron nodded, "Right. I'll... see you later then."

A few minutes later, he had vanished into the darkness.

Lilith sighed and Harry watched as her own cock, her natural one with the bumps and ridges, began to grow before the rest of her body followed suit to the battle-form. Then Lilith stepped, taller than he was once more, over to Romilda and flipped up the now-torn skirt once more, slicking her cock on he and Ron's juice before pushing inside Romilda's twat herself.

The witch groaned, "Oh, gods! So big and bumpy! So fucking great! I love every cock!"

Harry watched as Romilda's pussy clenched at Lilith's dick, and felt himself growing hard once more.

Lilith, though, didn't seem in the mood for his pleasure, oddly. Instead, while she starting pumping sedately, leaving every bit of their essence from before dripping onto the forest floor or the log or running down Romilda's legs to soak into her socks. "Info dump time. Listening?"

"Mm hmm. Damn... you're really stretching her."

"Focus, Master. This is about our powers."

"You said that before- our powers. Not your powers?"

Lilith shook her head, lifting a hand from where her sharp claws were almost drawing blood from Romilda's quivering arse to point between them both, "No, ours. I was barely Tier One when I came to answer your Summons. Now, five months later, I'm nearly Tier Three. That's a prodigious growth, largely fuelled by your excellent feeding in both quality and quantity. It's also partially due to how easily we've been able to convince your friends to join in. Of course, their squirt and jizz don't feed me directly, but I can still use their activities to further arouse you. Your essence feeds me if it's in Hermione or Ginny, and probably now this slut, too, or any other woman I've been able to gather from. As a result, our own bond combined with your growing infatuation with me has deepened correspondingly quickly. Many Succubi never coax a feeling of infatuation resembling love from their Contractors. Not ever. It's taken less than six months for you to say that you love me."

"I do," Harry murmured quietly, strangely hurt by her own choice of words about his confession.

Lilith, though, pressed on, even as she pressed further into Romilda's sopping body, "More of my powers are opening to you. In a way, our souls are becoming linked, in a fashion similar to that piece of your foe lodged in your forehead, only that will never fully link and we can and probably will. At that point, I would say that you love me, because I love myself and we will be- in that sense- one being. When that is done, you may as well be an Incubus for all intents and purposes, for you'll have full access to everything I am. You could even come to our world and leave it safely again, in theory. But..."

"But? Sounds like there's a cost," Harry said, watching as the chitin-clad muscle of Lilith's own firm ass and toned legs moved with her.

"You won't be strictly human anymore," Lilith murmured, "though you also won't be an Incubus, not really."

Harry's blood felt like it was freezing in his veins.

Then he shook his head, "I don't care."

"You should," she murmured quietly, then picked back up the lecture, "Anyway, you currently could probably access most of my Tier One powers, if you had the body to do so or proper equipment. You might be able to use a whip or scourge to invoke Lash of Pain, for example, and shape fire with Flaming Hands. You're already hardier, so it might be difficult to test Hellhide, but I've already sensed you using the Aura, and at least subconsciously reading people's desires and dreams. I've only got three other powers- all three native to our species, and harder to learn. The Fog of Lust, Cum-Eater, and Body Morphology- shapeshifting."

"Those all sound... well... some of them could be useful."

Romilda distracted the conversation by having another violent orgasm which left her convulsing against the log for several seconds. Lilith, still with her engorged, monstrous penis, withdrew when she was quieter and pushed immediatley back into the still wide-open anus, causing Romilda to shake once more even before she started rutting, this time more by pulling Romilda back into her and pushing her away.

"Fog you can probably... exhale, or something, if you tried. Maybe. Morphology is hard to control and learn, but your Polyjuice might help kick-start the process. Cum-Eater..."

"Ew."

Lilith looked over her shoulder, holding her right wing down to see him better, and winked, "You could sustain yourself solely on the juice of women, if you wish..."

Harry's eyes widened. "I... I haven't, uh- been eating as much."

Lilith's eyes widened as she looked back, "Oh. I thought you were just distracted. Maybe you do have that power."

"Ron, uh- Ron, too."

Lilith grinned, "Oh, well, I know what Tree he's in, then. It's a fairly common power for secondary bonds. Useful, though. Once he gets his power... next week, or whatever, after I give you yours. He'll learn to heal himself by sexual energy- the same way I did when I was wounded, by having you splatter on me."

Harry frowned at the memory of the apparently grievous wound she'd gotten from a potentially lethal spell at the Department of Mysteries, but a quick glance of regret told him there was no sign of it now- even her hide armor was unblemished.

"That's... common?"

Lilith nodded, "Among secondary bonds, yes. That's a clearly-defined tree. The essence sustains us. It also means that, somewhere in his family tree but probably many generations back, there is a Succubus or Incubus."

"Which means Ginny...? And the twins. Huh."

Lilith grinned, "Yes. Which might be why that girl in their shop, Verity, was so willing to go down on you. Or why Ginny wants to be your Pet like me, or..."

"The twins' 'group marriage' with the Flying Foxes."

Lilith grinned, then ripped herself out of Romilda's ass roughly, before fluttering over the log and turning to use her mouth, too. He could see, now that she was gone, her own off-white pearly substance leaking from both holes, too.

He shook his head, then stepped in and filled the lower hole once more, sighing as the scent of his, Ron's, and Lilith's semen hit his nose in powerful combination, and immediately started using the nearly insensate lump of flesh between he and his Succubus. "Okay, so...?"

"Anyway, once a Succubus learns enough Tier One powers, they can start saving up energy for a transformation of sorts- a 'level up', in video game terms, but that's hardly what it is. It's taking our soul and adding your essence directly to it, combining them. That's why the bond gets stronger- you fuses with me, making us. The more we have, the stronger it gets."

"Okay, so how many powers are there...?"

"Oh... six or seven hundred."

Harry actually paused in his own rutting. "H- hundred?"

Lilith didn't. Instead, she only glanced down at him approvingly, "Yes. Most of us only learn a few at each Tier- three to five, depending on the Succubus in question, where our talents lie. Only those who Contract can even really learn as many as I have, because we grow so much faster. At home, it takes centuries to grow as strong as I have the last half-year. It's one of the reasons I volunteered- but I'm glad it was you, Master, and I'm not just saying that."

"I... I'm glad it was you, too," Harry admitted, finding himself blushing even as both of them continued to fuck into Romilda from opposite sides.

"Anyway, as I said, I'm getting close to Tier Three. A few hundred more bouts from you, and I'll be good to go. Surely, by the end of the year at your current rate."

"I... see. What about your Tier Two powers? What are they?"

"Only telling you because you're you, Master, and this slut won't remember. It's kind of private. But the Healing, you've seen. That was Tier One, but having to use it enough to heal that wound bumped it up. It's basically a more potent version for the same 'cost'. Tempting Gaze is what I used on Dean the other night, and it can beguile one person most effectively- if it works at all. It can't, however, cause someone to be self-destructive. It's basically a high-powered lust inducer, but only works on one person at a time, and the effect is fragile, as I bond, too, started at Tier One, but is now Tier Two- which is why we can now communicate directly, mind-to-mind, instead of only sensing emotions. That's actually nearly to Tier Three, and we've already experienced a bit of that effect. Sensing- or seeing directly- what the other is seeing, for example, is a hint of the next stage. Then... Flight."

"Fl- I'll learn to fly? I can already do that."

"With wings, Master," Lilith grinned, lifting hers aloft and spreading them to full. "These are too small to fly with any sort of gravity and my mass. It takes magic to lift- the wings only provide propulsion and steering. That's how I can hover, but even that takes a high level of control. It's my highest level skill, or tied for it, anyway."

Harry whistled, "That actually does sound cool. Flying without a broom... huh."

"Don't finish in her," Lilith said softly, then he watched as her face tightened again and she slammed the full length of her, for the first time, into Romilda's throat.

The girl didn't gag, but instead climaxed around Harry again, forcing him to pull out lest he lose his grip.

Then the Succubus flew over the log once more to kneel beside Harry and open her mouth to receive him. He grinned, "Glad you aren't too mad at me for this, Pet..."

"Never, Mthr!"

Just seconds later, he filled his Succubus' throat with a very satisfying climax that left him shaking and weak in the knees.

But Lilith was not done yet. Instead, she gently guided him to lean against the log while she knelt behind Romilda and started cleaning her, finally, of all the leavings with her tongue and lips, interspersed with more explanation. "You can access more of my powers, again in theory the entire repertoire, but each of your friends will get what they're most suited to. At least, those we do the ritual with. I was planning on giving Ginny hers tonight, but this has put us back. Maybe we'll combine her fun little trip into anal and do it over the weekend. Mm, you all taste good together."

Harry nodded, unable to keep from watching even though he was feeling quite sated.

"So, the powers I can access next are called Hellfire Bolt, which is a ranged and more powerful version of Flaming Hands, Orgasmic Aura, which is again a more powerful version of Arousal- it can cause people to climax within seconds, hence the name, even without being touched. Innocence Lost might be something you did in combination with other powers, too, but it's not this strong. It temporarily causes someone to become this wanton- even if they're very innocent before. It can be resisted, but it's hard. And finally, Local Invisibility. Basically, I can cloak people about five feet out from me in the same levels of invisibility I have. As it grows stronger, the radius increases."

Harry whistled, "That can have some uses."

"In not getting caught, and in combat," Lilith agreed. "So... want to try sucking my cock again, Master?"

"Er..."

Lilith giggled, "Kidding, mostly. I actually want to suck myself.. but can you fill me?"

"S- sure!"

He watched in amazement as Lilith lay down between his outstretched legs and hiked her legs up onto the log to let him lick her for a few seconds, using that same arch to push her length between her generous tits and the tip into her mouth.

As always, she tasted strongly of bubblegum, but also something else, more... musky. And the scent made his head swim with arousal. His cock-head bumped gainst the ridges at the base of her tail, giving him another idea. He reached for that, enjoying how Lilith, already laving at her own cock with the thick tongue, shuddered as his hands ran along the long silky surface to the spade-tip, then he put it in his mouth, and moved it back and forth like he was sucking her off.

She groaned, body shifting against his chest, "M- Mather..."

But he wasn't done.

Instead, Harry let her go briefly to put a hand on each hard ass-cheek and hold her in place while he stood, letting her come back to rest against his thighs. Then he pushed her tail slowly, very slowly, into her pink little ass.

Lilith's violet eyes widened, and he saw a small geyser of her squirt jet into the air. He lurched forward to catch it in his mouth, and got a few drops at least, before his hand left her tail-tip buried in her rectum and he pushed his head down, beneath his legs. He grimaced in pain, then bent his knees, and he was home once more.

It was strange and awkward, but erotic as hell, to be fucking down like this, but Lilith's cock moved between her tits and lips in time with his dropping motions, and pulsed as he withdrew, and soon both of them were gasping in mutual bliss.

He watched her dick swell again, grow longer, and he couldn't resist the urge to wrap both hands around it and tug, jerking her off at the base while he bent down to continue his thrusting movements. "Gods, you're hot, Lilith..."

"Mmfh fuu, Mfthr!"

"Swallow it, Pet," he murmured, "Swallow that massive cock... and take my dick, too!"

He didn't know how he'd done it, but Harry watched and felt as his penis grew purple, darker. Sprouted, he could feel, almost scale-like bumps and ridges... and swelled in size, until it was as large around as his forearm.

Lilith gasped, and he swayed with dizziness at the effort it had cost him...

But he moved faster, "Take it, slut! Take all my cum!"

It shouldn't have been possible, Harry knew.

He should have been more than drained after the first incredibly long orgasm he'd had inside Romilda, much less the second, and the ones after. But this was even longer.

By the time he was finished, Lilith was gasping, and even though he knew, knew, she was absorbing everything he was giving her, his seed still welled up past his own humongous monster-dick until it showed, then dribbled down between her ass cheeks and belly.

It was still there when he sank back, withdrawn from her, against the log.

Slowly, Harry reached out a tentative hand, and lurched in surprise. Yes... he could definitely feel the contact with both finger and dick.

"Shit..."

"Told you you'd get Morphology," Lilith giggled, face painted white and sticky with her own release, "And so fast... I can't wait to have that thing in my ass, too! But you look tired, Master. Shift back."

He blinked. "I... I don't know how."

He concentrated. She suggested focusing on his own, 'normal', cock. He tried that. Nothing.

In the end, she had only laughed and said, "Well, you're definitely the biggest in the school, now. Hermione and Ginny will have a pleasant surprise tomorrow. We'll figure it out, though, Master. For now, best take this slut to your room and tie her up in the dungeon. We'll make sure she gets breakfast and a good dicking or three to keep her satisfied. Explanations can wait until then."

AN2: Not so much to note after the long one, but if people need it I can add a bit of an explanation as to what happened to Romilda here or in the next chapter (which has more ramifications of the same). I think she does a decent job of sussing it out, and Harry understands more later, all 'on screen', but if someone wants a further clue on it, let me know (via review would be great, or head over to and DM me). Until next time- remember there is more coming regardless, but I am still fueled by REVIEWS and all!

Finally, a slight edit, an answer to a review of THIS chapter from a Guest (please sign in, I despise answering reviews this way), because it might be relevant for several of you: YES, I do have reference images and others that I have either created or found for what my personal vision of the characters in FwB look like. They are available on my (Patr eon dot com slash KajaWilder, have your NSFW filter off). You will need at least a basic membership to see them, and of course, they are often NSFW pics. I don't have a ton up there yet, but I put up more every few days. I would also follow requests for specific characters. :)