A/N:
All previous warnings still, and will continue, to apply. Not for children or the faint of heart, or anyone sexually conservative. You've been warned.
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Note also that this is one of the DARKER chapters. Hermione (and Ginny) find out what happened with Romilda, and that will spark conversations. As well, there is a FUTA(Nari) warning for this chapter: It's Lilith and Ginny in question, and it's toward the end. As usual, though, a lot of character development happens during smutty parts of this story, so skip if you wish, just be aware you might miss something.
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Chap. 32: Lost Girls
For quite some time, the only sound in the communal room in Harry's suite was the scratching of quill on parchment or the rustling of pages as two young witches tried to focus on getting schoolwork done without the distractions rampant throughout the school and especially the Gryffindor Common Room.
It would surprise no one that students snogging wildly and in a few cases getting more than a bit handsy despite the younger years being present and clearly watching made the things they should be doing hard to focus on. That was why Hermione had given up on socializing while studying and headed for the quieter place. Ginny had followed shortly after, but Hermione was glad for the younger witch's company despite the occasional comment or question she had.
It wasn't that Hermione didn't enjoy being asked academic questions. After all Ginny was just as much a font of knowledge about the magical world as Ron.
Still, it was homework they had set out to do, and that was what most of the activity focused on. At least until Ginny was caught up and Hermione was 'reading ahead'. The younger witch still had a few lines left on her first Transfiguration assignment of the term when she asked, "What do you think the boys are up to?"
Hermione's casual reply made Ginny grin, not just because of the content, but because of the matter-of-fact way she gave it. "Probably balls-deep in a witch or two. If they were with Lyra, they'd just be here, but she said she had something to do tonight."
"Mm, probably," Ginny agreed. She found it odd that she wasn't bothered by the knowledge, but unlike her older brothers, she felt that it wasn't anyone else's but her own business whom she shagged, so it wasn't her business whom they did, either. Ron was easy enough to disregard. But Harry?
No, she decided, that didn't bother her either. She already knew he'd had sex with... how many was it, the number he'd given her when he'd taken her virginity, made her his Pet? Eight? More now, she was sure. She'd watched him with Hermione and the Succubus both now, too, yet she was fine with that. No, she realized, I enjoyed that. Watching Harry's- no, Master's- cock split open the succubus is great, and seeing him fill up Hermione is, too. Gods, thinking about it is making me randy.
Ginny glanced over at Hermione, who was still reading cross-legged on the wider couch, several textbooks and notebooks open in front of her. "Hermione, um... can I ask you something personal?"
"I don't see why not," the older girl replied after a moment, looking up from her book for a moment, "I mean, we've never really had much in the way of secrets from each other. At least, not since I told you I fancied Harry, too."
"I was so mad," Ginny giggled, "but once I thought about it, I understood exactly what you were saying. I mean, it's not like I can blame you for falling for him, you know? The same qualities you like, I do too. Kinda curious what you see in Ron, though."
"Aside from his ten inches?"
"Obviously," Ginny giggled again.
"Well... he's good with that ten inches, I can tell you. Harry's probably a better lover as far as skill goes, but Ron feels really good, because he goes so deep. It's a long stroke, you know?"
"That's my brother's cock you're fantasizing about," the younger said, though with a laugh rather than heat or disgust.
"You asked," Hermione reminded her, looking back toward the book then shutting it and setting it over the others on the table before her, "He's also funny, strangely kind, more observant than he gives himself credit for. There's a lot of things to like about him."
"I guess," Ginny shrugged, "still... think the girl or girls they found are fit?"
"Probably. Not like they'd have to go far to find them. They could've just waited for us, but somehow I don't think they'd go for the... well, let's say the Eloises of the world."
Ginny snorted, "I remember you defending her to Ron several times. She's nice and all, you said."
"Well, yes, I did... but we all know she's not the best looking. It'd be a lie to say otherwise."
"I don't think even Finnegan would put his cock in her, and he's got to be the most desperate bloke in your year," Ginny told her.
"I doubt that too," Hermione admitted, "but I still know a few girls who'd put out for him if he had the stones to ask."
"Your roommates?"
"One or two, yes," the bookworm giggled, "not that I'd gossip about them or name names."
"I don't know," Ginny eventually replied, "I mean, I wouldn't right off, but I know Dean's bigger than Neville. Not as wide, like Harry, but a lot longer. Would you shag him?"
Hermione hesitated before answering, "I suppose, if I was truly desperate. He's nice enough, but we don't exactly have a lot in common, and there's more to life than sex. I'd probably, um, blow him, though."
The flush in the older girl's face made Ginny grin. "Blow him, huh? Wait... you've thought about it, huh?"
Hermione's blush deepened.
"Wait, did?"
"S- Sort of," she admitted after a moment. Over the next several minutes, Ginny coaxed the story of what she and Harry had seen atop the false Astronomy Tower in the Room of Requirement on the night he'd taken her virginity out of the older girl, details of the weird Ginny-shaped construct included.
To cap it off, of course, the final little tidbit of what Hermione herself had done with the smegma Dean had left behind, and what she'd said to Harry afterward.
"Gods, you're an oral slut," Ginny laughed again, "Personally, while I don't mind, I'd rather just have the main course. The lead-up is good to start with, though. Still, if Harry's going down on me, then I should do the same, right? It's only fair."
The brunette shrugged, still deeply flushed, "Er, I... well, to be honest, I sort of prefer- well, no. Prefer's not the right word. I enjoy both equally."
"So... what, you don't care whether it's in your mouth or your pussy, you just like their cocks?"
Hermione's flush deepened at the crude language, but she nodded. "S- Something like that, yes."
But as fascinating as that was, there was something Ginny wanted to know even more, a curiosity about the older girl's exploits created by her own deep-seated desires. "And, um... what... what about girls? Have you ever thought about that?"
She did not expect Hermione to look away, then nod once, sharply.
"Wait, you have? Who? Tell me which girl's caught Hermione Granger's eye!"
"N- Not my eye," Hermione murmured, "I... I fancy blokes, sorry. I can see girls as pretty, but I'm not attracted to them. At least, not without unfair Succubus cheating. But, um... well, to be frank- since we're being honest- my genitals don't much care what gender a set of lips and a mouth are, or hands. And, well... Lilith really does know what she's doing."
Ginny grinned, "So she ate you out? Did you return the favor?"
Again, Hermione nodded, "A- A couple of times."
"How was it?"
Hermione had a question of her own, though, asked with a suddenly suspicious tone, "Why are you so curious?"
Suddenly it was Ginny's turn to blush and look away. "W- Well, I... I'm just curious, that's all. I've never done that, so I was... wondering what it was like."
"Just like with a male, really," Hermione shrugged, "It's just... well, I... No, nevermind."
"What? Come on, you can't just leave it like that," Ginny teased, "Now you're just being mean."
"Tough. I'm not saying it, no matter how much you beg, so stop asking, please."
"What if I went down on you? Would you tell me then?"
"No!"
Ginny waited a few seconds, then raised an eyebrow. "Fine, fine. But I'm randy now, so I'm going to go work out my frustrations. If you want you can join me. Or stay here and study."
She stood up and made her way to the room Harry had dubbed the dungeon, leaving the door wide open as she passed out of sight. The girl didn't head immediately for the bed, or the couch Harry had conjured, at least not at once. Instead, she looked about at the various accoutrements, from the swing to the saw-horse, the X-shaped rack against the far wall, eventually turning her light brown eyes to the organized racks on the wall behind the bed's low headboard. Okay, so there's some whip-things, some feathers, strings, those things Harry described as a dildo... that one looks kind of like his dick. Why's it purple? I wonder how it feels?
With a small shrug she reached up to pull it off the wall, the sticking charm fading with her touch. "Huh, it's heavier than I thought it'd be," she murmured, then turned the foot-long phallus in her hand to examine it in detail. It really does look like Harry's, but there's a few differences. I bet it'd feel pretty good, though...
Once she had returned to the bed, Ginny glanced just once at the open doorway before pushing her skirt and knickers down her legs and lifting her t-shirt over her head, throwing it onto the wooden floor with her other clothes. She rolled it in her hands once more, then brought it to her mouth, laving around it a few times for lubrication as she slowly spread her pale legs.
The tip wet, Ginny quickly brought it down to her entrance and pushed gently in so the bulbous head was inside her body. "Oh... okay... yeah, that's pretty nice," she decided at a whisper, then twirled it there to let her body lubricate it even more before pushing it another two inches inside. "Ooooh... M- Merlin..." Her body fell back onto one elbow but she kept her eyes locked on her pale folds as the purple object continued to disappear slowly into her. Eventually, she felt the tip brushing up against the end of her channel. Still... still three more inches to go. Shit... She slowly began to work it back and forth, twisting occasionally, then lay back fully so she could use that hand to run circles over her clit.
She jumped some time later when the bed next to her creaked and shifted. "H- Hermione?"
"You've been moaning for twenty minutes," the older girl huffed, though she did so while lifting a knee to show her own knickers were absent beneath her skirt, and fluid was running freely down her legs.
Ginny gasped. She'd seen Hermione nude several times, of course, and always admired the sight, but this was different. There were no clothes to take off or put on, no showers, no other people to distract them... and there was a definite sexual tone, since the older witch also put a hand against her flesh and started working it while she stared down at the girl next to her.
That knowledge drove Ginny wild. She had already orgasmed a few times with the dildo, but watching her second-longest crush actively masturbate while watching her was beyond anything she had expected. Even propositioning the other girl for information was something Ginny knew she'd be turned down for. But simply leaving the door open while getting herself off was...
Amazing? Brilliant? All of the above? Shit... c- cumming... cumming so... fucking... hard!
She did, squirting fluid about three feet past her knees, her body writhing uncontrollably while she peaked.
After the orgasmic high had begun to fade, Ginny could only lay there and watch as Hermione, too, worked herself into a more low-key frenzy, their eyes occasionally meeting only to quickly flit away.
Then she saw Ron standing gob-smacked in the still-open door. The girl suddenly found herself very aware that she was still half-lying on the bed with a giant dildo hanging out of her while her best friend, said brother's girlfriend, diddled her clit next to her.
But she did not move to hide herself. Instead, she enjoyed the fresh wave of heat spreading throughout her body as he watched Hermione... watched them both. Slowly, gently, her hands returned to motion themselves, teasing and soft to give her abused body a chance to relax in a more sedate way.
He's watching me... Ron's watching me and Hermione get ourselves off. Such a perverted brother I have...
Ginny climaxed again soon after Hermione did and pulled the dildo from her cunt. Still pretending to not notice her brother, she brought it to her mouth and licked it a few times before holding it up for Hermione. The other girl stared at the purple plastic, then opened her mouth. The red-head pushed it inside a few inches until Hermione closed her lips and one hand around it herself. Then she sat up and smiled at her friend. "Tastes good, yeah?"
"Mm, hmm," Hermione moaned around the dildo, her hand moving in a blur on her own cunt. Ginny was satisfied for now, though, so she bent to gather her clothes quickly, not bothering to dress. Instead, she carried them in her arms as she passed Ron without a word. A single glance told Ginny that he was watching her closely as she passed.
From the common area, now empty, she heard Hermione ask, "R- Ron! How- how long were you there?"
"Long enough to get randy. Damn, Hermione..."
"You- you aren't, um... bothered by...?"
"Are you willing to get me off?"
It was certainly not how Ginny would've asked, but Hermione's response was, "Yes, God yes!"
The last words she heard before she entered Harry's bedroom and shut the door were, "Then no, I'm not mad."
Hermione was not as upset as he'd thought when Harry, exhausted, returned to the quarters he'd been assigned, if only because it looked like she and Ron had been having a tremendous bout of sex, leaving the two naked on one of the bedspreads in Hermione's favorite room, while Ginny lay nude over his own bed, her genitals still red and swollen from her own self-pleasure.
Harry grinned as he lifted Romilda, clothes tattered and torn and still dripping from three holes with semen- Lilith had only cleaned the exterior, claiming the girl needed all she could get- and tied her the same way Lilith had with Neville to the again-clean bed, then brought out a blanket and covered her for warmth.
When he returned to his own room, aside from Ginny, there was another strange red-haired woman in his room. She was familiar somehow, but Harry could not place her right away. He could sense no danger, though, as the woman only watched Ginny sleep for a few seconds as he shut the door. Rather, he felt a sense of safety and peace, an increasingly familiar one. "Lilith?"
The woman nodded. Yet, despite being a Succubus, she was wearing a night-shirt of conservative nature. "Master," she whispered as he stepped into the dark room, still able to see just fine somehow, "Come lay down with me. I feel like you'll need this."
He frowned. He knew that body, that voice, that face. "M- Mum?"
Lilith nodded, "I have seen her in your dreams, Master. I know her as well as you do- probably better. Come. I'll help you with any nightmares."
"I... I'm not..."
"Sleep."
He nodded, then reluctantly climbed beneath the covers after undressing.
Lilith, to her word, didn't make any untoward advances in the guise of Lily Potter. Instead, she only wrapped one hand around his chest and pulled him against her bosom. "Sleep, my son... Rest well. Worry not about the future, for I will protect you. Go to sleep... go to sleep... go to sleep little Harry..."
And he was out.
As had become the norm since Summoning Lilith to him, Harry woke up feeling a mounting pleasure in his loins.
He knew, right away, that it was not the Succubus doing the deed, however, for his connection with the creature told the wizard that she was some fifty feet or so away, across the borrowed staff quarters, in the Dungeon.
A tongue swirled around his head expertly, the rough upper side crossing the broad tip of his penis, making him shudder. She's above me, then... Smiling, the young man left his eyes closed and opened his senses and attention. The scent of cedar, of wood smoke, of grass, and broom-oil filled his nostrils, and Harry inhaled deeply as he recognized the source. "Good morning, Ginny."
The warm lips left his cock momentarily, just long enough for a throaty, "Hello, Harry- it is a good morning, isn't it," before swirling around him again.
"Every morning with you is," he whispered, then let his tongue slip out from between his lips. As expected, there was heat and warmth and soft liquidy skin just above him, well within reach. A few hairs, too, from Ginny's sparse lower snatch tickled him, but Harry had never particularly cared. Instead, he reveled in the faint bumps over the youngest Weasley's otherwise smooth mons, and how the flavor, that of apple pie with a hint of cinnamon, washed over his tongue, poured through his body even as his own pleasure mounted, sending a strange but delightful course of energy through him. It flowed from his tongue down into his mouth, his head, and down his neck and throat, until all of Harry was left tingling and ecstatic.
Only then, after it had passed through him completely, leaving Harry eager for more, did the wizard open his eyes to the dim light in his room, lit by the pre-dawn through the curtains and a low-banked fire on the far side of the room. Directly over his face, of course, was the cleft between Ginny's legs, swollen with arousal and need, literally flowing with evidence of her own desire, which he could feel thrumming through her taut body as it began to move back and forth with her mouth as it slid along his girth. "That feels so good, Gin..."
Her hands were already moving along the base of his shaft and scrotum, but her pumps increased in speed, slick with saliva and his own pre-ejaculate, as Ginny pulled her head away again. "Come, Harry... I want you to come in my mouth. It's been a while since I've tasted you."
He was close, and Harry knew it, but he wasn't quite ready yet. He wanted more. "Keep sucking, Pet. Suck more, harder... and today, when he asks, I want you to suck off Neville in front of Hannah. Okay?"
Her lips had been back on him when he started talking, and she slowed just a little as he spoke to make it clear she was attentive. At his final question, she swallowed around his head, throwing her mouth further down his shaft so that for the first time the tip of his massive head peaked past her tonsils into the girl's throat.
And Harry came.
Ginny felt the first jet hit the back of her throat, just after she'd finally controlled her gag reflex enough to get him past the end of her mouth. She coughed at once, her whole body seizing, and reflexively pulled away. The next jet hit before she was off his stalk, and half-filled the small girl's mouth. Then she found her control, and stopped with her lips tightening around his head again, scrunching her eyes shut with the willpower necessary to hold herself there, to ride out her Master's orgasm, to swallow it all.
She counted forty-seven full gulps before she could take a breath again, and another seven before her mouth was clear enough to breathe after pulling away.
Harry? He only grinned, chin and nose and cheeks drenched in the taste of apple pie as his pet had climaxed into his mouth, but sprayed far beyond what he could contain as well. "Fucking great, Pet," he told her, relaxing back into the hot bedsheets, "You're getting so good at that. Merlin..."
With his eyes closed, he felt more than saw as Ginny sat upright, knee-walked down his body, then sank onto his still-hard member with a loud moan of pleasure, then shifted her feet so she could lay herself back against his chest.
Smiling, Harry started pumping up and into her at once, lifting a hand to hold her petite breasts, still larger than Lilith's normal ones, and cup her vulva too, fingers slipping around his own penis as he moved. "What brought this on?"
"Randy," she murmured, throwing a hand back to twist in his hair, the other laying limply over his at her groin, "woke up randy as hell, Ha- Master. Heard... noises, thought you were with- with Hermione... gods, Ron was eating her... she came so hard! And I... sorry I woke you, Master, I- I- I'm coming again!"
Harry slowed to let her control the movement while Ginny climaxed, then sped up once more as it passed a couple of minutes later. "Did you like watching him? Was he wanking?"
"Watched- watched her. Last night I- I used the purple dildo. I forgot how to turn it on, but my hands worked, and... and Hermione rubbed one off to me, and then Ron watched and... and... Gods, Harry, don't stop... an- another... Circe, I love your cock so much! I'll do anything you want, suck Neville, fuck Neville..."
"You'll do that too, again," Harry murmured softly as he licked the shell of her ear, finding it slick with sweat already, "also in front of Hannah, while I fill her juicy pussy and jizz on her tits. You want to see that, don't you, Pet?"
This time, even though they'd both climaxed recently, when she did so for the third time, Harry joined her, and for the moment, they could only lie there breathless and heaving when Lilith came in to quickly and efficiently clean them both before leaving for the Dungeon once more, shutting only that door behind them.
A few moments later, Ginny rolled against Harry and pressed a quite chaste kiss against his cheek. "I... it always surprises me how good it feels after, too. Lilith almost made me go again."
Harry grinned, "I know what you mean. That first night..."
"Tell me about it?"
"Some other time," Harry laughed, pulling her against him, though both were hot and sweaty, and kissing the top of the girl's fiery hair. "We have a busy day ahead, remember? It's busy for all of us, but the last day of the week. Fun tomorrow."
"Poo," Ginny muttered, borrowing a phrase from her friend, Luna.
A few minutes later, a boxers-clad Ron, with mussed hair, knocked on the doorframe. Harry watched as his brown eyes, just visible in the gloom, roved over his sister's nude, pale body for a moment. "Hermione's in the shower, and Lilith has the Dungeon locked for some reason. I... well, I'm gonna head up to the dorms, make an appearance. Breakfast should be soon, yeah?"
"Mm. Yeah, we'll be up in a bit. See you, mate."
Then Ron left, and if Harry wasn't mistaken, he cast yet another glance over his sister, and might have adjusted his boxers as he walked away.
Harry grinned.
Ginny, drowsy and eyes closed, saw none of it, barely heard her brother, but Harry rose after a few minutes and urged her into the shower in his room, where they had another quick romp, hard and fast, before heading down to breakfast. Hermione, it seemed, had already gone in search of Ron.
That was when Harry remembered he had been different when he went to bed that night. His last alterations before he and Lyra had brought Romilda inside had made his cock huge, purple-ish, and pulsating, knobbed, almost like Lilith's true one. Now he was… himself again. "Lils? Uh… Not complaining, but my dick is back to normal. Did you do that?"
Her answer was short and to the point, "No, Master, you did. It's likely that while you dreamed your body just reset itself to its new normal. It happens when you're just starting out with Body Morphology. If you get good at it, keep practicing, it'll learn to hold shapes even when you're asleep. That's why I wasn't too worried last night, though."
"Oh. Okay, I guess… see you at Breakfast?"
"Of course, Master."
All was not well when the young couple arrived at the breakfast table, however.
There were hurried whispers throughout the hall, and several people shot them furtive, curious looks as Ginny entered first, holding Harry's hand comfortably. At the staff table, too, many of the Professors and others responsible for the students, like Madame Pomfrey, were speaking in hurried, hushed tones, sending many worried glances down toward the student body.
"What's going on?" he asked, urging Ginny to stop and sit with him next to Lavender Brown, with Parvati Patil opposite the other girl.
"Two girls went missing," Parvati leaned in quietly, "they announced it a few minutes ago, said there'll be another announcement in a bit, but they wanted to get the word out, ask if anyone had seen anything. Overnight, from what I heard."
Harry's blood froze. Two girls, missing? What if it had been Hermione, or Ginny, or any of the other girls he'd grown to care for? Even those whom he hadn't, who'd just been a romp, or not even that... they still, presumably, mattered to someone. "Who? Names."
Lavender shrugged, "We aren't sure, and they aren't saying. There's not enough students down here for us to have catalogued, and we don't know everyone."
A few seconds later, while Harry and Ginny had done little besides share a worried glance between themselves and then up the table to find Hermione sitting with Neville, whose legs were strangely spread and... "Lilith? Know anything about missing girls...?"
The thought back was immediate, and it, too, made Harry pale. "One is probably in our Dungeon, Master. I couldn't take her back to the dormitory. If she stayed like that, she'd have raped every girl there, and spread her legs for every single male that passed after that. In a few days, when things calm... you'd best keep it secret until then."
"Okay, but that's one. The other...?"
"No idea, Master- I was fucking your flesh-toy for most of the night. She's dehydrated, but recovering. She'll be well-trained and talented if and when she recovers, and if she doesn't, well... that much better for your needs."
Harry swallowed as he lifted his eyes to Ginny, glad for some strange reason that she couldn't be in his head like Lilith was, even though she was clearly his Pet in a similar way. That was... at least, to him, an exceedingly cruel, heartless, even selfish way of thinking about the girl that had been- hopefully would be again- Romilda Vane. She's not human, he had to remind himself yet again, and she doesn't think like we do. Damn it...
He glanced up from idly picking at his food when a harried Professor Flitwick entered the Great Hall from the staff door and moved over to Professor Dumbledore, who leaned down to listen as the part-goblin Charms teacher spoke hurriedly, then moved to his own seat, looking shattered.
"Shit... One girl's a Ravenclaw, I bet. The other Heads are already here," Harry said quietly, knowing full well the two gossips could hear as well, "Look at Flitwick's face."
"I wonder about the other girl," Lavender mused, looking frightened, "Why two? Who would- who could- have taken them? You heard Dumbledore on Monday, security's been tightened a lot. It'd be really hard to get in or out, especially with a victim or..."
"Which means they might be here," Parvati whispered, dark eyes widening in terror herself as her eyes sought out her sister, followed quickly by Harry, who didn't have to turn to follow her gaze.
Padma, fortunately, was still there, looking just as scared, but wearing the tie of silver and blue. "Thank Merlin," Harry whispered alongside the twin, "we need to find out who... where. How. All of that. You two, grab your D.A. coins. Spread the word. First meeting's tonight, right after dinner. Short, so those in N.E.W.T. Astronomy can still make it. Just half an hour or so, still in the Room. Bring friends you trust that might not have joined last year."
Suddenly, Harry's day felt a whole lot busier.
"Alright, you lot, settle down!" Ron's voice boomed over the chamber, amplified by a quick charm cast by Hermione, "We're ready to get started! No, seriously, settle down!"
Harry wondered, privately, why he'd even thought about asking for the help of the other students in solving this mystery. Hadn't they always done their best work, done the most good, when it was just a few of them- namely, he, Ron, and mostly Hermione- working together? Even adding Ginny, Lilith, and Neville seemed like an unnecessary addition sometimes. Yet asked them he had, and now the entirety of Dumbledore's Army, plus a new hundred or so members from the third year and up in a mixture of all four Houses, packed the Room of Requirement to capacity. He'd tried to make it bigger but the walls themselves had begun to quaver and shake even just an inch past where they had expanded to, the magic that gave the room its form becoming unstable at best.
He, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Lyra, and Neville (looking a bit nervous) now stood atop the raised speaking dais on one end of the room, Ron to his left with Lyra and Neville, and Ginny and Hermione on his right, while Harry himself stood at a small lectern, simple in form almost like an old-fashioned musician's music stand. Some of the crowd, thankfully, had quieted their excited or hushed whispers at Ron's shout, but several, mostly those who hadn't been in the D.A. the previous year, still carried on one conversation or another.
"Lilith... what power's best to get their attention? All of them? In a... well, a non-sexual way I suppose. Or should I just start and hope they shut up?"
The answer took a few seconds, Lyra sending him a surprised blink and a faint smile before she did, "That's up to you, Master. Anything flashy would get their attention, of course, and you could probably use a variety of my Tier One powers now, if you tried. But I'd wager that a 'hem, hem' would do it. Ginny's an excellent mimic."
"So are you."
"But Lyra never met Umbridge, remember?"
"Ah... there is that, yes. Sorry."
A moment later, Ginny leaned in after he stood tall once again and performed admirably. Most of the students fell quiet at once, several of them looking around in horror, leaving Ron snickering and Harry himself highly amused. "Thank you," he said after things had quieted down, the 'microphone' enchantment, likely a well-placed, rune-carved Sonorus spell on the lectern, making Harry's voice magnify two or three times over as well. "I'm glad you all came, especially on such short notice, but I'd like to get out of here quickly- many of us have homework to get to. For those old D.A. hands, I'm sorry to say, this isn't a regular meeting."
He paused while many of the students groaned in disappointment, and a wave of grumbles filtered through the crowd. "However... we do have some plans to continue the D.A. in the future, later this year. Nothing for certain yet as far as time goes, but likely at least a few months before end-of-year exams. Maybe mid-year, after the Yule Hols if things work out alright. Hope that helps. Now... on to the meat of the matter. I know Dumbledore's already mentioned this, but... I'm sure everyone here has heard about the two missing girls."
Any muttering or murmuring left fell silent at once, and all eyes turned to him. Once, Harry might have found a hundred or more people staring raptly at him, hanging on every word most uncomfortable, even disconcerting. Even now, he had to acknowledge that he didn't like it, but the confidence that had followed his activities of late had changed Harry in subtle ways he had not expected, and he found the task of maintaining his calm easier than it had been at the end of the previous year, when he'd held a meeting to help the students and survivors cope with the loss they had suffered at the Ministry, rescuing him.
Still, he took a long, slow breath, letting it out only fractionally, then continued, "One of them was in Gryffindor, a fourth-year named Romilda Vane."
Next to him, Ron shifted a bit uncomfortably, but Lyra made no motion at all aside from continuing to scan the crowd with her vaguely cheerful smile. If anyone else thought it strange that the new girl had insinuated herself so thoroughly into Harry's inner circle over the summer, no one brought it up or gave her a second glance now.
"The other, a Ravenclaw named Mandy Brocklehurst, a sixth-year. Both went missing last night, apparently at different times. One didn't show up for dinner, one never returned to her dormitory afterward. That's all anyone seems to know. Neither the portraits nor the House-Elves, as far as we can tell, know anything. Nor do the Professors, or the girls would likely have been found. Does anyone have any information- not rumors- that contradicts this? If you do, raise your hand, please."
Harry waited, eyes scanning. A few people began to raise hands, then brought them down. Most, though, merely looked around the room. Hermione, to his left, whispered a few names to herself as the hands were partially lifted, and he nodded- all according to plan. People to question later. "No one has heard or knows anything else that can be confirmed as more than hearsay? Alright- we'll go from there, then. I've called you here first to ask that. Second... to remind you to keep safe. Keep your eyes and ears open. We don't know if either girl ran way, or was attacked, or whatever. All we know is they're missing. But we do know that there are Death Eaters active once more, and Voldemort-" he waited while many in the group flinched or even yelped- "is out and about, too. Be cautious, be careful, be safe. Travel in groups. Trust your fellow students. I hope that any of us, regardless of House, would help another student being attacked, not do the attacking. Yes, that means if you see a Slytherin being attacked, you help them. I expect the Slytherins to do the same."
"Hear, hear," a confident-sounding boy from the back of the small knot of green-clad teenagers shouted, one who couldn't have been older than fifteen at most.
"And keep your eyes open for clues. I'm not saying put yourselves in danger, but if you see something, report it. To the Professors, or Aurors, the DMLE- anyone. Even us. We'll see the information gets to where it needs to go, and help keep you safe in the process. Anything at all- no matter how small- can be important. A sign that someone got in or out of the school undetected, maybe. A conversation you might've heard about plans to run away. Trouble at home. Anything. I don't just mean about Mandy Brocklehurst or Romilda Vane, either. If you see or hear of something concerning about any student, or strange goings-on in Hogwarts- stranger than normal, anyway- speak up. You never know how much good you might do. Thank you, that's all I had for the night."
Harry tapped his wand on the lectern and stepped back, withdrawing from the dais completely, his close friends following behind.
There had been plans to study. To fornicate after.
Now...
It seemed they had another mystery to solve.
But first...
Ginny and Hermione both stopped cold as Harry and Ron flanked the door to the Dungeon, Lyra moving smoothly ahead of them, her clothes swiftly diminishing until she was clad in faux lingerie of black and red silk, lithe form catching more than two sets of eyes as she crossed the dimly-lit room to where Romilda Vane was strapped, chest down, atop the sawhorse on the right side of the room, opposite the mattress.
"Harry," Hermione asked calmly, though his sensitive ears still heard the tremor in her voice as she took just two steps into the room and stopped, fingering the vinewood in her hand, "Why's one of the missing girls tied up in your chamber, with a... a... dildo moving in and out of her?"
"I can explain," Harry began to speak, but it was Lyra, who had circled around the bound and nude, barely-aware girl to look more closely at the hot pink phallus, as large as Lyra's natural dick, slipping in and out of the very stretched hole.
"I will, Master. In short: it was a mistake. Master did not know what he was doing, and activated a power by accident. This... is the unfortunate result. She will likely recover, mostly. Until then, I'm going to keep her well-satiated and well-cared-for. When she does recover, we'll let her go with a most strange dream and likely a few missing memories."
"Thank you, Lyra," Hermione said woodenly, watching as Ginny, mouth and eyes both opened wide in amazement, stepped past her to stand beside the sawhorse and run one hand lightly down the arch of Romilda's bare back, eyes looking over her trembling body as it reached another crescendo of pleasure. "I asked Harry, though."
"That's it, in essence," he murmured, coming in past Ron to lean against the door and running a hand over his stubbly chin, "We screwed up. I... you were busy, all of you, so we went looking, and... found her. She was eager, happy to, ah, help..."
"So you fucked another girl. Get to the point," the older witch almost growled, eyes still locked on the former fan-girl.
"Well..." he explained, as best he could, the situation as Lilith had told he and Ron the previous night, and finished with, "It was an accident, Hermione. You know I wouldn't... wouldn't do something like that on purpose. It..."
"Wouldn't you? You are different these days, Harry," she whispered, "In several ways. Not all of them are... well, the best. I love you, you know I do. I love you dearly. But this... it's not right, and it's going to be... hard."
"I know," he murmured.
Ron shook his head as he stepped past Hermione, shutting the door, "I haven't heard some of that, myself. So you're saying... she's like, a toy almost? Literally living just to shag?"
"For now," Lyra corrected, "but essentially, yes. The bad news is, we'll have to keep her here for a few days, maybe a couple of weeks. After that, I think she'll be fine... ish. She's already recovering... aren't you, Romilda? Scream your Master's name."
It was instantaneous, a cry of, "Harron," at full volume, loud enough to make Ginny wince and cover her ears.
"See? She's got you two conflated," Lyra smiled, giving the younger girl's ass a pat, "but she knows names. It's good progress, believe it or not."
"A... a shag-toy?" Ginny murmured, eyes widening further still, "Like... how?"
Lyra shrugged, "Well... you tell me. She's up for pleasure. Anyone, anything, anytime. A troll, even, though that'd probably kill her. The lust will never go away. But sooner or later, and I think relatively sooner, she'll remember who else she is, besides a lump of meat good for only giving and receiving pleasure. She's lost in a fugue-like state of lust. Once she comes out of it, she'll be similar to a nymphomaniac in the true sense of the term, but will otherwise be able to live a normal life. She could even be quite wealthy, if we give her certain runes, earned on her own."
"Earned on her back, you mean," Hermione interjected darkly.
"Yes, exactly," Lyra said, "You're getting it."
Only the Succubus had no sense of anything negative about that phrase.
Harry sighed, "Look, I'm sorry- we're sorry. Neither of us meant for this to happen, but it has. What do we do going forward? Is it too much? Is..."
"Before you finish that statement, Harry James Potter," Hermione, still a few paces ahead and on his left, facing Romilda, held up a forewarning hand and finger, "I said I love you. I do. That hasn't changed. But this does change things. We'll have to keep her secret, clearly, so no bringing people here that don't already know. Or..."
"She'll be invisible most of the time," Lilith shrugged, "in fact, she already is- if anyone besides us is in the quarters, she will become invisible while other people are here. I put those runes on last night. Master or I can make her visible for others later, if we wish, but it can't be undone, so we should be careful about doing that. I will take care of feeding, hydrating, and other bodily needs. Keep her clean, mostly. Her squirt is tasty, so there's that, too. All you four need to do is keep her secret for now, and use her for fun if you wish. I'll be capable of keeping her satisfied, but more could help her recover faster."
Hermione's face, already very pale, suddenly took on a greenish cast. "You mean... r- rape her? She's helpless, practically catatonic!"
"Catatonic with pleasure," Lyra murmured, giving Hermione a hard look, "and believe me, she wants it. All she can get. The more pleasure she experiences, the sooner the rest of her mind will learn to cope with her new reality. And, of course, it'll feel good. As long as she's kept healthy, there is literally no outcome here that is bad for her."
"Aside from gaining a mental illness, you mean?"
Lyra shook her head, "No, it's like nymphomania. It isn't the same, not really. Imagine... how you feel with Ron and Harry are with you. Add in me. Then Ginny. All of us, together. That excitement, that fierce, animalistic joy? Multiply that about thirty-fold. She's that happy most of the time. Would you say no, if you could keep it up for a long time? Keep going, through any exhaustion, unable to feel pain from it, just endless pleasure? The symptoms are the same, but to her, it is a perfectly rational, reasonable way to exist. For now. When more of her is present, she'll still very much enjoy it, only more like you, or Ginny would. When she's almost recovered, even then she'll practically be begging for sex, all the time. Only when she's as normal as she will ever be again can she control that urge to keep from seeking it out- saving it for when it's appropriate."
"I still think... this is kind of ridiculous," Hermione protested, "I mean, accidental or not, this was a girl's mind. Her whole life!"
"I know," Harry and Ron both groaned at once.
But Lyra shook her head, "Honestly, Hermione? If I, and they, didn't love and respect you so much I'd say spend an hour in her shoes before you knock it. But I'll let you draw your own conclusions, even if I feel they're misinformed."
"I think she's sexy," Ginny murmured, lifting a hand as she spoke for the first time in several minutes to fondle Romilda's breast on the other side of the sawhorse, out of Harry's view. "And believe me, I've seen her in our showers. This is... something she'd have fantasized about. She was pretty vocal about what she'd do to Harry if she had him with love potions, you know? It's even... fitting. This."
Hermione sighed, shaking her head, "Alright, alright, I can see I'm outvoted, but I still don't like it."
"I don't, either," Ron muttered, "but it is done. Tell McGonagall or Dumbledore if you want to, Hermione. We understand, and I don't think we'd blame you."
"I'm not going to do that," she whispered, moving over to the conjured couch they'd all-but had an orgy on a couple days before and leaning against it, "it's just an... adjustment. Is this what happened to the other girl? Mandy?"
Harry shook his head, "Not to my knowledge, unless there's another Succubus in Hogwarts."
Lyra shook her head, "I'd know. We can sense when another is close. I never met the one at Sirius' place, but they surely knew I was nearby, that's why I never hunted in their territory, or even near it."
"Alright, well... fine. I'm going to bed."
"Er..."
The girl shook her head, "I'm sorry, Ron, I... not tonight. Tonight, I need Harry."
He swallowed, "Er... that's fine with me, but... aren't you...?"
"Angry? Of course I am," the girl whispered, turning to him with tears running down her face, "but I know it wasn't your fault. I just want... you know what? No. Yes, Ron, I want you, too. I just want... to be held. To be told it'll be okay."
Ginny lifted one eyebrow, "So go. I'm fine tonight."
A few minutes later, clad in boxers, Harry knocked on the door Hermione had claimed that night, the one Pansy had stayed in previously, then opened it.
Ron, shirtless, likely dressed as he was, was leaning against the headboard beneath the covers, while Hermione was nude, pulling her hair up into a loose ponytail behind her neck sitting on the edge of the bed, which Harry felt did amazing things for her breasts, lifting and separating them as well as giving more definition to the definite tone of her stomach. "When did you start working out, Hermione?"
She, still red-eyed but no longer crying, put her hands down and folded them in her lap, "At the beginning of summer. I figured... I should be fit. For, you know... to... to hold your interest. Both of you."
Harry smiled, stepping a bit more confidently into the space he definitely thought of as 'theirs' and not 'his', trying not to notice that the head of his penis was already sticking out of the boxers through the gap though he wasn't even truly aroused, and bent to kiss the girl on her forehead, then down lower on the lips. "It's sweet," he whispered afterward, lips still against hers, "but I, for one, love you anyway. I appreciate the effort, though."
"Me, too," Ron added, "even if now the Runes will make it kind of a waste. Seeing you running around the Burrow in the morning was fun, though. Fun enough even to get up and join you."
Harry snorted, and followed Hermione as she rolled back onto the bed and climbed into the center, then held the covers on the other side for Harry to slide in, which he did so after waving toward the lights, "Dim."
Once beneath the blankets, though, none of them moved.
There was no giggling, no quiet sighs or moans of pleasure.
Instead, all three lay, nude or nearly so, beneath the satin sheets in the darkness, staring at the top of the curtained four-poster, until, maybe an hour later, Hermione whispered, "I keep thinking about what it'd be like... stuck like that. Only able to... to do one thing, over and over. No matter how good it feels... it's all I can think about right now."
Beside her, both boys gave a grunt.
Slowly, eventually, each drifted away into dreams.
As always, some were pleasant. Some less-so.
But once more, there were no nightmares for Harry Potter.
Elsewhere in the quarters, while the trio lay sleepless, Ginny Weasley was getting a lesson in pleasuring a woman, using both Lyra's body with Lilith's education, and the eager, willing object lesson, still draped over the very drenched sawhorse.
Lilith, as Lyra, grinned as she felt her Master finally begin to drift into unconsciousness, and opened the channels of their bond, from her senses into his subconscious, until the sleeping young man could not tell where he ended and his Pet began.
The whole while, the lesson continued.
"Anyway, that's about all you need to know to be getting on with. You've started from a good position already, and with this, you'll be able to make any woman climax hard and often, including yourself."
"Still," Ginny murmured, two fingers of her left hand buried in her twat, while her right hand twisted a round-studded metal rod in Romilda's gaping, far-stretched anus, Lyra standing beside her with an arm in the other teen's sodden cunt up to the elbow, "It feels like cheating. She orgasms so easily..."
Lyra grinned, "Not all that different, it just takes longer on most people. You made me squirt, twice. You have the talent, I promise. I'd say you're about as good at cunnilingus as Master is... and as good as Hermione is at fellatio."
Ginny, who in recent months had gained about the same vocabulary as Harry and Ron, grinned, looking over at her mentor, "Really?"
Lyra grinned. "Yep. Now... I'm going to show you one other trick. Leave the dildo there, but back up a bit, love."
Ginny did as she was told, moving the other hand to her own reddened tits, then stepping to the side and returning to give Romilda's slightly smaller, pale and freckled breasts another grope.
Then she gasped as Lyra disappeared, the body morphing quickly into a hulking male form, seven feet tall if Ginny wasn't wrong, for she only came up to the very muscular, bald person's navel, with a swinging dick that hung down to his knees.
"Holy mother of Merlin..."
Lilith grinned, sending a violet-eyed wink and muscle rippling as she stepped around Romilda to position herself at the girl's mouth. Even elevated, the taller body was at the perfect height, and Ginny gasped when the insensate girl realized what was in front of her.
Even bound, Romilda immediately began to claw and squirm her way forward, lips wide but eagerly seeking out the tanned, oiled flesh. "This," Lilith said as she put a hand on her base and lifted the length to slap the other girl over both cheeks softly, "is the second to last trick I'll show you tonight. I can turn into almost anything humanoid... or nearly so. Master knows I can do this, but I haven't done it in front of him. Not like this, anyway. But the best part..."
Lilith backed up, then lifted the long shaft, which formed a heavy downward crescent, until the tip was before Romilda's face. The tongue came out and started lapping at just the hole and tip, which Ginny could see was nearly a half-inch long, and even delved inside once, making Lilith sigh in a deep, throaty, masculine voice. "That's good... keep it going, slut. Get ready to swallow it."
Soon, the limp flesh, nearly two feet long, had swollen to the length of three feet, forcing Lilith to step back before she could prod her gargantuan head, as big as Ginny's clenched fist, into Romilda's eager mouth. Dimly, the red-head heard the splatter of juices hit the floor and sawhorse below Romilda's cunt, but she was locked firmly on how the girl's cheeks bulged, and how overjoyed the male Lilith looked with sheer pleasure as their new toy did her best to take more.
Unfortunately, it seemed Romilda was only human, and couldn't take more than the head at all, no matter how much Lilith tried to force in. She choked again and again, the Succubus growing more frustrated by the attempt, until she grimaced and yanked her still throbbing, pulsing member out and slapped Romilda's head hard enough to make Ginny wince, "Stupid slut, can't even swallow a giant cock. Useless... I guess you really are only good for one hole."
Far from disgusted by the casual disregard for what Romilda might still be feeling in there somewhere, Ginny continued to watch, entranced, as Lilith moved around her, letting the tip of that hot log graze her buttocks and the small of her back, then came up behind Romilda.
There was no foreplay. Instead, Lilith just pushed in, hard and far, until an entire foot was within her, then sighed. "Ah, that's better..."
And she didn't hesitate, afterward, in pumping furiously, using the lump of meat like Romilda was meant for the sole purpose of her own gratification, ignoring the lessons they'd just had about how to create untold heights of pleasure in another woman.
And watching it made Ginny so very fucking randy.
She'd already been finger-fucking herself for more than an hour, had climaxed six times, but now, even without Lilith's runes to enhance her stamina... she wanted more.
As the cock, larger around than even her upper arms, stretched and pulled and yanked at the tender, well-worn flesh of Romilda Vane's nethers, Ginny felt a fresh trickle of lubricant run down both of her legs, further adding to the puddle, the literal puddle, on the floor. Then Lilith, grunting, hunched over the pleasure-slave's body and climaxed what seemed like a geyser of pearly white, which ran down both the massive man-body's legs, the sawhorse, and pooled on its way around Romilda's legs before joining Ginny's puddle on the floor.
Ginny's mind was fuzzy already, and the sight, the scent...
She went mad, and felt it happen. Reveled in it, as she leaned in once more to suck, closing her lips around the cunt as Lilith had done and inhaling huge globules of Succubus semen into her stomach from the gaping vagina. Then she moved down, sucking up more, moving her lips and mouth like a vacuum, until she had licked or inhaled every bit from one side of the sawhorse, then the next.
Finally, she turned toward a still surprised-looking bald giant of a man, and used both hands to bring the still-hard penis to her mouth, leaning against the back of the sawhorse between Romilda's legs, embracing it almost like a leg or arm against her body, and closing her mouth over the tip to pull out a bit more.
"You'll hurt yourself," Lilith murmured, voice her own again as she began to shrink a little, then more, until she was Lyra Sendai once again, and the cock was gone.
Ginny blinked, the nude Japanese-American looking as sexy and desirable as ever as Lyra winked, "You like the dicks, I know... but you'd have killed yourself on that one. Try... this."
Where her clitoris would be, Ginny watched another penis begin to take shape, morphing into a head, then shaft, growing hard even as it formed, until at the top of her cleft a foot-long shaft rose, tapping the bottom of the shapeshifting girl's heavy breasts. "Suck this one, Ginny."
It wasn't too long, she decided, just very long, maybe still a little longer than Harry's. She couldn't deep-throat him, not even close, but this... maybe. It wouldn't push on her tonsils as much, for it was quite a bit thinner. She fell to her knees, looking up Lyra's increasingly-familiar body. She'd already demonstrated cunnilingus on the girl an hour ago, so was familiar with the view from below, and lifted both hands to angle the shaft toward her face, tilting her head to give it a long, exploratory lick. "I can't believe you have a dick, too," Ginny muttered once she reached the top, "it's so unfair... some girls have all the luck."
"You," Lyra grinned, putting a hand on Ginny's head, "are a witch, are you not? You can have one if you'd like- you just need the proper spells and practice... and you could be sucking your own horse-sized cock if you want."
Ginny's face flushed, but she wasted no more time after that encouragement to put the purple tip in her mouth and go to town. She knew she wasn't as skilled as Hermione, but she could still make Harry cum. She was determined, now, to do the same for the Succubus, who seemed almost teasing in her nonchalance.
The tip hit her throat, and again she wanted to recoil, but she somehow forced down the urge, even as it bent slightly to go further down. One quarter in... Gods, her twat is so far away still! I'll never... not like this. I'll make her change the angle later. Pleasure... gotta make her cum.
So Ginny practiced that, too, for another half-hour while Harry shared Lyra's vision. Ginny's face, on every pump, obscured by full, round breasts, eagerly struggling to get more of the shaft down her throat, but both hands gripping or pumping in time with the bobbing of her head, until Lyra decided to let her have her way, and allowed the climax to wash over her, spilling her seed once more into Ginny's mouth.
But she wasn't done. After her orgasm had finished calming, Lyra used her unnatural strength to lift the hungry girl by the shoulders, high over her head until she giggled dizzily, then lowered her, still standing, onto her cock.
Ginny gasped as she felt it, moaned as the tip brushed her cervix, but Lyra didn't lower her further. Instead, she kept one hand beneath Ginny's arm, and moved the other to her waist to hold their bodies together, pressing Lyra's chest beneath Ginny's. The Succubus then started nibbling at the soft, tender flesh at the bottom side of the human girl's breasts while she walked carefully, still sliding slowly in and out, over to the bed and gently lay her upon it.
Ginny gasped and moaned when Lyra stood up partially, still inside her, to adjust their positions slightly. "I can't... fucking believe a girl's inside me... Gods above, I can't wait to have you and Harry in me, Lyra!"
"Soon," the Succubus promised, "After your Runes. It's getting late, though, and you have classes. I'll make you climax so hard you'll get some sleep... I promise, lover."
"I am your lover," Ginny murmured, eyes rolling as Lyra began to move, unaware that it was a very close facsimile of her brother's penis she was enjoying so very much, until both came again, and once more, stronger, a few minutes later. "I'll always be your lover, Harry..."
That was all she remembered of that night, over heights of ecstasy she could not have dreamed of even a month previously.
Harry? He remembered more, though he wasn't sure what was dream and what was not, as he used first Ginny's and then Romilda's body again and again and again, then went looking for wanking boys and jerking girls to clean up after.
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