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Chap. 34: Lessons Learned
Harry also wasn't complaining the morning after Ginny got her Runes when he woke up on the fluid-sticky sheets of the bed in the Dungeon of his loaned quarters. He was almost unbearably hot despite being utterly nude, and the reason was fairly obvious: he was surrounded by bodies. Equally hot, equally nude, most breathing deeply and heavily. As Harry slowly disentangled himself from not just Hermione and Ginny, the latter girl's body bruised and covered in the dried remains of semen or other juices, having been the most well-used target of the evening thanks to the rampant lust caused by the application of Lilith's Runes.
On Hermione's other side, one hand still slowly groping one of her own lightly bruised breasts in his sleep, Ron was still unconscious but being stroked idly by an older woman with long, vibrant red hair who could have been Ginny in another fifteen years, while she sat, clad in a diaphanous white gown, nearly see-through it was so sheer, on the edge of the bed behind him. Yet, despite the appearance, one that the sleep-laden mind Harry was working with felt was familiar but couldn't quite place, he knew exactly who the creature helping with Ron's morning wood was, for he'd seen her briefly the previous day. "Morning, Lilith."
A glance in the other direction, as she smiled in response to his whispered words, told Harry that Neville had been on Ginny's other side, a recently-drained erection of his own plainly visible. The other dark-haired wizard's Runes now more firmly in place, Neville had probably had more orgasms in that night than in a month of wanking, though Harry had to wonder if his recent exploits with Hannah Abbot, and now Hermione, Ginny, and Lilith, would have pushed it over, if only just.
And Romilda Vane, unconscious, let out a small, faint snore from her position, not on the sawhorse where she'd spent at least a day, but down by his feet, just past the foot of the bed where he could see the straps that had once held Ginny now probably hold Romilda as she sat on the floor.
"Breakfast?" he wondered softly as he sat up, then gently rolled over to put a hand between Ginny and Neville, levering himself off the bed.
"I can always eat more of you, Master," the red-haired woman, who seemed to be in her mid-twenties, crooned quietly, "but I'm afraid you've missed the meal in the Great Hall. Lyra was nice enough to order some food from the kitchens, but the House-Elf she talked to informed her it would be another half-hour or so. Of course, if you're hungry, you can always eat like I do..."
Harry frowned down at Ron's erection, which was twitching in the woman's hands, then shook his head. "Er, no... I'll pass."
"Silly Master," the woman whispered, "You can eat girl squirt, too, and it should provide some sustenance for you now. Our bond is very deep."
One of Harry's eyebrows quirked up. "Really?"
She nodded, held up a finger, then bent down to press soft red lips against the tip of Ron's dick, which began to pulse as she inhaled his semen for several seconds through the firm, luscious lips. Not a drop escaped, and Harry was no longer surprised to find himself very hard after watching it happen.
After Ron, who hadn't even regained consciousness, was done and flagging once more the woman whose body Lilith wore stood up and reached down to press a soft finger to Ron's forehead, then Hermione's, before fluttering up on invisible wings to do the same to Ginny and then Neville, before twisting in mid-air and floating toward Harry, giving him a sultry grin as she took the thin nightie in the first finger and thumb of each and hand slowly hiked it up inch-by inch, teasingly, until most of her thighs were bare, then let it fall. Then Lilith moved over, still airborne, to put one leg gracefully on either side of where Harry knew Romilda's head to be, facing down the bed, and leaned back until she was forced to fall onto the bed, her wings disappearing, with a bounce that should have woken all four of the other teens.
She giggled, "They're all asleep for at least an hour, Master... come eat your morning meal?"
He grinned as he strode around the edge of the bed, carefully stepping around Romilda's waist, finding the girl hunched forward and drooling onto the wooden floor of the chamber, hands and arms loose enough that, if she were aware, she could probably have freed herself with no effort at all. Then the red-haired woman pulled up on the nighty again to reveal an equally red-haired thatch of fur between her legs, which was light and 'shaved' to resemble a heart, and an otherwise glistening, fresh-looking twat with only the faintest of swelling in her labia.
With her knees hooked on the footboard, Harry smiled, then leaned down to rest one hand on her smooth, just-mounded belly, and gave the inside of the pale, unfreckled flesh of her left thigh a squeeze, and inhaled sharply.
She smelled of cedar and something you might find in a bakery, though Harry couldn't place it off the top of his head. "You smell amazing," he murmured, pushing out his tongue and leaning in further to give Lilith's body a long lick from the bottom of her taint to the top, nuzzling her small, hooded clit with the tip of his tongue as she gave a soft moan. "Who are you...?"
"A secret, Master," Lilith cooed, pushing her night-shirt down to free one breast and bringing it to her own mouth to suckle, "eat all my juices, Master."
He leaned in for another taste, gently pulling at the left side of her folds to give his tongue easier access, then pushing it inside. It came to him in the first few seconds what the other scent was, for this woman's body also tasted, not just of the common fragrant tree, but of fresh-baked, buttered bread.
He continued to watch as Lilith suckled the teat, then moved to the other, or pinched and rolled her own nipples on the slightly hanging but still perky chest, which were deep pink that faded to a soft brown at the edges of her narrow areolae. Most of his attention, though, was on her flavor, how her petals seemed to open willingly for him with the slightest touch. His attention moved a bit a few minutes in, however, when Romilda's greedy mouth took his erection inside as she woke, gasping, from some fevered dream.
Fortunately, he was no longer a blushing virgin, and even while being orally assaulted by the sex-crazed fifth-year, Harry looked up Lilith's body, ignoring his still sleeping friends, "Did you tie her there just for this?"
The red-head gave a sultry look, "Mmmaaaayyybe..."
"Ten points to the Succubus," he moaned as Romilda pulled off of him to start suckling on his hanging testicles in turn.
"Points...? You aren't going to... punish me, Master?"
"Maybe later," he murmured, "right now, I'm- unh- en- enjoying this... too much."
Unbidden, at least consciously, when Romilda took him back in her mouth again, he started humping into her throat, but as he realized it was happening, decided that he just didn't care. Until the girl regained some semblance of herself, there really was little point in worrying about her own pleasure or pain. Besides, she'd already been well-used, he guessed, by a cock bigger than his when Lilith had been training her and Ginny the night before last. Or had that all been a dream...?
Lilith reached down with the hand not squeezing her tits to slide it over her stomach, down a thigh, and back up with a moan as her hips started to twist against his mouth. "Mnya... Mass... Master... going to..."
Even though he, too, was receiving excellent oral attention, it was clearly the Succubus who had climaxed first, and the first jet of her clear fluids washed over Harry's tongue like ambrosia. Yes, warm bread. A cedar-fire, roasting marshmallows. Something he had never experienced in life, but that came to his mind fully-formed. The glory of lying with someone you truly loved. Clean, cool water in a desert. Air when suffocating.
That was how Harry experienced the first gush, the very first wash of Lilith's squirt into his mouth as his lips clamped down over her urethra and vagina to capture it all.
And power washed through him. Energy born of a star, he thought at first, or the fire of his very passion for Lilith, Hermione, Ginny, girls and women in general... something boundless, limitless, without question or measure.
It tingled outward, warming and soothing away aches from long toil, down his throat, into his stomach, then outward, following what could have been chakra pathways, until they ended at his fingers and toes, and Harry cried out with her, his own orgasm following with the second and third bursts of her own fluid, hard enough to make Romilda cough beneath him even as she tried to swallow each and every drop of his jizz, failed, and still kept trying even as it began to leak down her chin and drop onto her eager, nubile chest.
When he realized it was over, Harry did, indeed, feel full in a way he never had before. Not just satisfied sexually- he felt, even after just orgasming powerfully and sending more than a pint, if he had to guess, of his magically-produced semen into Romilda's stomach, that he could go again immediately but he still felt satisfied. As if he had never been more full, more healthy, more energetic, more awake.
Slowly, as Romilda gasped for air but continued trying to suck him off even with his cum dribbling from her mouth, Harry came back to himself, and the feeling began to fade.
Yet... The rush was already nearly gone, but the satisfaction and feeling of fullness remained.
"Huh. I do feel like I had breakfast. Weird."
"It's the bond," the woman said quietly, voice still strangely familiar and soothing, "we are becoming more alike. You'll never be an Incubus- not really- but you may as well be, if the bond gets much stronger. As I said on the night we met, some of the best lovers in history have been Contractors, and now you know why. It's because you are, or you become, like us. The ability is called Cum Eater. Appropriate enough."
"A bit on the nose, really," he chuckled.
Slowly, seeming sated herself, Lilith sat up and pulled her legs back to sit cross-legged at the foot of the bed, then leaned forward to press a long, passionate kiss into Harry's mouth, where her hands moved to his cheeks to hold him in place, not that he wanted to leave the girl's mouth just yet.
"Once you can pull away, Master, we should talk. Probably in your bedroom or shower. It's nearly ten, and the others will wake up hungry and in need of a shower as well."
Harry nodded, "Do you want my cum from her?"
Lilith shrugged, looking down at where he still fucked into the younger girl's waiting mouth, "No... it'll be all the protein she will get for at least a few more days, until she gets enough back to realize she needs to eat. Besides, the magic of it will still help her. It's too bad she's so sloppy an eater, though. Wasteful."
Harry laughed as he pulled out, then fisted a hand in Romilda's own dark hair and tilted it back. Her mouth was still open, dripping with his seed, and he let a dollop of his own saliva enter it. "Swallow," he told her.
She did, but there was still more. Harry shrugged, stepped in, and forced his dick down, pushing into her once more. While the red-haired guise still watched, Harry pulled out again after a few pumps to lean down and step back, then stood with Romilda's slight knees hooked under his elbow. Then he stepped in again, shifted his hips, and pushed forward into her oozing twat, which strangely felt just as silky smooth and untouched as it had that night in the forest, though she had no hymen.
Lilith stepped up behind him then, pushing her chest, then the rest of her body, into Harry's back as he started shagging the other girl, who began moaning and panting, held aloft by the straps around her arms and his own strength, but otherwise swung in the air. The Succubus wrapped an arm around his waist, and whispered, "She has a great pussy, Master. I don't blame you for putting her in Thrall, even if it was an accident. She'll be a great toy even after she recovers."
He groaned, and began panting when Lilith leaned in to lick the shell of his ear, then slid downward, peppering his broad back with kisses, squeezing his flexing arse, then leaned in to begin licking his swinging scrotum.
That was too much, and Harry filled the girl again after just a few minutes, slamming forward into her with such force that he drove her head into the footboard, and again felt every pulse of his jizz fly up the channel of his cock and blast outward, directly into the well-used womb, to then flood around his length, down to where Lilith began licking and lapping at the circle he had stretched her cunt into, letting not a drop of that precious fluid hit the floor, this time.
Slowly, he pulled out, and let Romilda down to the floor. With surprising kindness, Lilith then untied one of the girl's hands, really just pulled it from the hanging strap, and guided four fingers, then her whole hand, into the girl's stretched cunt, where she began to scissor it back and forth, slopping and squishing lewdly against her flesh and his leavings. "Come on, Master, she can enjoy that until one of the others wakes up and wants to make use of her. Let's get you showered, and talk."
Oddly, though she followed him into his bedroom, undressed him sensually, and then joined him in the shower before bathing him herself with a soft sponge and gentle caressing motions, Lilith didn't do anything else overtly sexual. She didn't change her form, either, remaining the somewhat tall, beautiful red-head in her mid-twenties she had been when he woke up.
Nor, he noted, did the sheer white nightie disappear, even when it was drenched enough to reveal even more of her shapely, slender form than he had seen before in the shower.
Yet, when she led him out and helped him dress, too, in the warmth and dry of his own bedroom, she was dry as well as she sat on one of the two chairs near the fireplace, leaving him to take the other.
He heard a door shut elsewhere in the quarters, and a few minutes later, another shower turn on.
"This form... do you know who it is?"
Slowly, Harry nodded. He hadn't put it together until she asked, though it had been increasingly obvious as she moved. It was someone he had seen many times, though only once in recent years, as a pale reflection of...
"Lily... Lily Potter. My mother."
She nodded softly, a bit sadly, "Yes."
"Why... her?"
Lilith shrugged, looking away, "You love her. Even still."
"Of course I do," Harry whispered, "She's my mother. But... why... why tell me to... to do that with her? To eat her p- gods, don't make me say that about my own mother..."
At that, the body of Lily Potter smiled, almost beamed across the dim room at her son, "Oh, Harry... I'm a Succubus. I don't care what form I'm in, not most of the time. But you do. You wanted to see her again, don't try to deny that. I just let you do two things at once."
"Maybe," he conceded, seeing at least some of her logic, "but we don't... we don't do that. Not with..."
"Family?"
He nodded.
"And yet," Lily whispered softly, "you want to watch Ron and Ginny shag."
He swallowed.
Shit, I do, don't I?
"I don't see what the difference is," Lilith shrugged again, gesturing at herself, "Lily Potter was a beautiful woman, your memories show it clearly. I'm not her, so I don't see the hang-up. Ginny is beautiful, so Ron is fine in wanting her, too. At least, where I'm concerned. I know you humans are different about that, and that you're unusually interested in the idea. But since you are... what's the difference?"
He was quiet for a long time, thinking about it.
Another shower, then a third after someone had left the first, and the second opened again, followed by the distant sounds of moaning and the slap of flesh on flesh. That, too, had quieted, and his friends had left the quarters entirely before he had his answer. "The difference is... Lily Potter is my mother, and I care more about... about how I imagined her, pure and perfect, not... not my dirty, perverted friends."
Lily grinned, "I am glad you can see the hypocrisy, Harry... besides, let's be honest. You liked eating Mommy's pussy, didn't you?"
He turned bright red, but Harry still nodded. He turned even more scarlet when she leaned in, "Good, because Mommy wants to eat her son's massive cock, too, since Daddy's not around. But that can wait. You have social behavior to make up for, Master."
The first Saturday of the school year was hot and dry, and many of the student body, Harry included, spent the day out on the grounds until after lunch or even mid-afternoon, when it grew too stifling to remain out-of-doors. Then, many of the upper years turned to homework, or socializing, while the younger years turned to things like exploding snap or other wizarding games.
Harry and his friends, meanwhile, were scattered about the Gryffindor Common Room. One after the other, each had begged off the company of others using their own excuses but, as far as Harry could tell, for the same reason: being around each other right now and not being naked was driving them crazy.
So each was in their own area, occasionally alone but more frequently with another friend or two around. Seamus and Dean, for example, were hanging out with Ron and Neville, playing a round-robin of chess that, predictably, was being dominated by Ron.
Hermione was alone, working on more revising, while Ginny was in another corner surrounded by several of her year-mates, including, he thought, the possible boyfriend of one Romilda Vane, expressing her own condolences and worries between sending lusty looks his way whenever she thought she could get away with it.
Lyra was next to him, but turned away so that her cute little feet were against his thigh with her legs folded beneath her, chatting with Lavender and Parvati about the same subject, the three pontificating wildly on where the younger girl could be, each theory more wild than the last.
Particularly amusing to Harry, because he knew that Lilith knew full well where Romilda Vane was, having put her there (now in the large swing hanging from the center of the room) herself.
He, though, had been reading the same passage of Advanced Potion-Making, the heavily marked and probably improved, if he had to guess, copy for the last several minutes. His own essay for Slughorn was nearly finished, but he had a few more passages to go. Only something, namely Lyra's fingernails against the back of his neck, was distracting him.
He jerked when another familiar voice broke him from his reverie, "Hey, Potter- tryouts next week, don't forget. Nine, right after breakfast."
"Er, right. Thanks, Katie."
The older girl nodded, her eyes roving the hand twisted behind Lyra's head to scratch at the back of Harry's, but made no comment as she gave another nod, then turned to walk away in search of other people she wanted to remind. She stopped by Ginny, interrupting briefly, then, he smiled to see, headed for Ron, though it seemed she stopped to talk to Dean and Seamus, too, ignoring Neville, who everyone in the House knew was terrible on a broom.
Then there was another interruption. "Ex- excuse me, Harry Potter?"
He blinked. There was a young boy, eleven, maybe twelve, standing in front of him wearing Gryffindor robes. "Uh... yeah?"
"Er, P- Professor Dumbledore asked me to get this to you."
Harry took the note slowly, and muttered, "Thanks," as the boy dashed away, looking star-struck.
Lyra stopped talking at once, twisting her body back around to sit more normally and leaning in to read it shamelessly, not that Harry cared. It gave Lavender and Parvati a reason to share a delighted giggle and whisper for several minutes between each other, but even that was nothing new- they speculated about his love life all the time.
Odd, since Lavender did say she had a crush after last year at the Ministry. And the blow-job on the train. Girls are weird.
Still, the note was short and to-the-point.
Mr. Potter,
Our first lesson will begin this evening at eight o'clock promptly. The first few meetings will be held in my office. Come alone. The password will be Atomic Fireball.
-Headmaster Dumbledore
Harry nodded, then folded the letter up. "Guess I'm going to be busy tonight."
Lavender and Parvati burst into another round of giggles, one that Lyra joined in, forcing Harry to blush. "Sh- shut up... not like that."
"Pity," Lavender murmured, "I might've asked if I could join in."
That sent off another round of even louder laughing.
Though, Harry noticed, Lavender didn't seem to be as boisterous about it as her friend, or even the disguised Succubus.
As Narcissa Malfoy's full lips twisted around the base of his penis, Lord Voldemort wondered to himself why he'd given up on the pleasures of the flesh so quickly. "Clearly," he hissed to himself, "talent helps... continue, Narcissa... do not remove me until I am finished. Bellatrix, come closer... yes... how has your dear nephew been doing?"
If the mad witch showed any sign of displeasure at being made to watch while her older sister blew him, he could not tell. Instead, the dark-haired sister seemed to take a twisted sort of glee in it, and even dared to put a hand on her sister's head and push her further onto his shaft, making the blonde woman whimper. "Young Draco reports," she began after a moment, touching herself through her robes, uncaring that several other Death Eaters were present with more than a few staring lewdly at the scene before them, "that he has been stymied in his original plan. Apparently, several other students have learned about the secret room where the vanishing cabinet was being stored, and he has not been able to gain access due to the fornicating the ickle children are doing in the room at all hours."
"Ah... I see. And what does young Mr. Malfoy plan to do to circumvent this... obstacle?"
Narcissa's face was turning purple, but Bellatrix didn't let up her hand, instead she seemed to lean further over his groin as the older sister began to panic, her fear and pain making the newly rediscovered pleasure in his penis redouble. "He has another plan, a different way for our forces to enter the castle, but he's also going to try another attack, a more direct method of removing the old fool."
"I see," Voldemort repeated, idly reaching down a casual hand to slap Narcissa's bulging cheek, then yanking her back so that only his head was still inside, letting her breath- it was so much more enjoyable when they could still fight back. "Remind him, won't you, of the price of failure by year's end? Perhaps send him a photograph of this moment to remind him of the rewards of success, hmm? Speaking of which... Yaxley. You have performed well. Come, entertain yourself with dear Bella. Dolohov... no... Snape. Come... you have lusted after your old friend's wife, have you not? Try her... she is delectable."
Lucius Malfoy, helpless to do so, did not protest as an eager Snape opened his robes and began to probe at Narcissa's other end.
"See, Lord Voldemort truly does know how to reward his faithful... and punish those who fail him. Does he not, Lucius...?"
"Y- Yes, My L- Lord..."
Voldemort smiled at the man's further humiliation.
For a full twenty-four hours, now, they, all of them, had made use of Narcissa, in one form or another, except Lucius himself.
Some had made use of the blonde wizard, in turn, though Voldemort did not care for such things himself, no more than he cared for the predilections of those few wizards and more frequent witches who had availed himself of the Dark Lord's former favorite.
No, so far as he had rediscovered his own lust, he definitely preferred female company... the more talented, the better. Then again, there are new prizes to claim, are there not...? Did not Camlen fail in his role to Imperius a few members of Gringotts staff...? His daughters are of a certain age... ah, next time, perhaps. Perhaps... while Narcissa continues to satisfy.
"Bella, dear, don't forget to send the message when Yaxley is finished with you, then return. I have more work for you."
"Yes, M- M- My L-Lord," she gasped, panting, frenzied by the huge, burly wizard's furious assault on her body. He knew, though, that she was just as mad for this as for causing pain. She liked to be hurt, punished, just as much as she liked inflicting that pain on others. It was one of his favorite things about her, which was why even though he'd mourned her lost beauty already, he too had made use of her a few times in brutal ways.
Now, though, as much fun as this was, it was time to get back to work... as soon as he finished.
"Deeper there, Narcissa... yes, all the way down..."
It was late, very late, when Harry staggered back into the Gryffindor Common Room. Dumbledore had planned on showing Harry just one or two memories, planned on discussing it in depth, but Harry had not been alone. Lyra had joined him, and between the two, they had convinced the Headmaster to speed things along.
Not that Harry could fault the Succubus' argument. "While you drag this out, Headmaster, people die. Is that what you want to be known for? Tell him, show us both, everything you can."
They were, Harry had been told, about half-way through the lessons dealing with Voldemort that Dumbledore had planned for the whole year, which left him rather annoyed with the headmaster... but at the same time, he felt like he understood.
Why this, not combat magics, advanced dueling techniques, or the kind of magic Dumbledore had demonstrated in the Ministry of Magic's atrium the previous year-end.
'Know thy Enemy', after all, was hardly an unknown saying to even wizard-kind.
Even if the revelations about Voldemort's true family, the Gaunts and the Riddles, had been fascinating, enlightening, Harry still felt there was more to the story. Some core piece of a larger puzzle that would prevent them from solving it all as things stood. "But," Lyra murmured, "we have a solution to get it, if nothing else. And neither Dumbledore nor your Dark Lord know the extent of my abilities, or our bond."
Harry's reply was interrupted by a soft tsk, followed by a quiet voice, "Damn... I stayed up all night hoping to talk to you, Harry, and I find you've already been on a date."
"I'll leave you to it," Lyra murmured, making a point to lean up and press a quick kiss to Harry's cheek which made his cock twitch in his trousers, then give a little wave to the blonde girl whose head and shoulders had risen from where she had apparently been dozing on the long, comfortable couch before the fire.
After she'd gone up the stairs to the girl's dormitory, for once, though Harry doubted the Succubus would be doing any sleeping, he turned his attention back to the pretty Gryffindor witch. "What can I do for you, Lavender?"
She shrugged, the movement barely noticeable in the scant light of the banked fireplace and two candles, alone among dozens, in the far corners of the half-circle room. "I just wanted to talk. I couldn't sleep, and... well, I remembered what... well, when we talked last year. I slept well that night, especially considering..."
Harry frowned as he, too, remembered. "After the Ministry. Yeah... I remember. We can talk... if you aren't too tired? I'm fine to do so."
Lavender hesitated, glancing toward the girl's dormitory even as she tried to stifle a yawn. "I... I suppose. I'm surprised I dozed off here, I couldn't sleep a wink in the dorm."
"Why not?" Harry asked.
The girl shrugged, "Nightmares, probably. Come on, may's well sit down."
She waited until he'd joined her on the couch, her feet tucked up beneath her bum on one end, he sitting a bit more casually, one leg bent on the couch and the other on the floor, before she explained, "I keep seeing them... our friends. Spinnet, Goldstein, Smith... and the Death Eaters. I don't... regret anything that happened. I don't regret going, or... or fighting. I just wish..."
"They'd... come back with us?"
Lavender nodded, staring into the coals a dozen feet away, but didn't say a word.
"I... I think I was the first one, on our side, to... kill," Harry whispered quietly.
Hermione, Ron, and Ginny knew already, of course. He had few, if any, secrets from them. Not really. And most of the D.A., including Lavender, had been told by Harry himself that he'd killed Death Eaters that night, and wouldn't hesitate to do so again. But that was announcing a fact to more than a hundred peers, and this...
The setting and tone, this late at night in the quiet Common room, was intimate, though not sexual. A one-on-one discussion, and just saying the words felt strange and surreal to Harry without even pondering the meaning behind them.
"I... would do it again, like I said last year in the last D.A. meeting. I... I suppose my philosophy is this: Everyone starts with equal rights to live, to love, to find happiness, all that. But if you... I don't know, use that freedom to infringe on someone else's rights, you... forfeit yours. Or something. By killing children, even by trying to kill children, they gave up that right to live in my book."
"You're really strong," Lavender murmured quietly after taking a few seconds to process what Harry had said, "I don't know if I'd... if I could have done that. I fought, but I didn't- couldn't- use spells I knew would... hurt them. I wanted to, but... I couldn't."
"That's strength too," Harry replied, "just of a different sort. You could say fighting back is easier. Turning the other cheek, giving them another chance, that's Dumbledore's way. I'm... sure, sometimes he gets flack for being weak, for giving supposedly irredeemable people chance after chance to... turn over a new leaf, or whatever. But I respect him for it- admire him for it, even."
"I guess," Lavender shrugged, "Anyway... so yeah, I had nightmares. I do a lot, but tonight I just kept replaying them, everything from that night in my head, and I couldn't... fall asleep. That's all. Talking about it has helped, though. Even just a little."
Harry nodded. A year ago, maybe even six months, he'd never have believed it. But his life had taken a drastic, sudden change since then. First with Lilith in the late hours of the night, and more recently with his friends, Harry had learned to open up. He no longer felt the need to hide who he truly was. Not from Voldemort, or Professor Dumbledore, or anyone else.
Discretion was still useful, of course, but Harry wasn't afraid to tell people about himself, not anymore. "I'm glad I could help, but I don't think I did much."
"You listened, and sometimes it only takes a few sentences to get your point across," Lavender said with a faint smile.
This time, Harry shrugged.
"Besides," the girl continued, "there's another reason I wanted to talk to you, too. Um... you remember the train, right?"
Holding the girl's head against the wall of the baggage compartment while he hammered his dick into her mouth, making her choke and gag, to make a half-hearted attempt at resisting even while she urged him on with her hands on his arse, deeper and deeper, encouraging him to be more rough, more demanding...
"I... do."
"You're shagging Hermione, right? And Lyra? Probably Weasley- Ginny?"
Harry's eyes narrowed slightly, but he couldn't detect any accusation in Lavender's tone. Slowly, he gave one jerky nod.
"I want in."
He blinked, "Er... what?"
"I want in," she repeated, pointing at herself, "I want into your little... group. I told you last year, remember? You're a good bloke, and I wouldn't mind a turn. Only... It hasn't escaped my notice, you know. Hermione's only in the dorm one night in three this year so far- that's twice, and she's not there tonight. I checked in on Weasley and she's not there, either. Seamus told me when I asked that you and Neville aren't there, or Ron, just as often. So you've got something going on, some trysting spot or something. A place the staff, maybe, are letting you do it. Well... I want in."
Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair as he debated how much to tell the girl before letting her try a night or so. "Lavender," he began with another pause and sigh, "this isn't something you can just... volunteer for."
Her eyes narrowed in turn, "What? Am I not pretty enough?"
"No, that's not it," he hissed, "you're very pretty, and you know it. You're also a gossip, and everyone knows it."
"So what if I am?" she replied with a frown, "Doesn't mean I'd go spreading your secrets. Even Parvati doesn't know we talked last year, that we've even gotten a bit closer. She's put some things together about Hermione, but honestly, Harry... we aren't babies anymore. We've learned to keep secrets, too. No one else in your group, or you, will regret it if you say yes. I only gossip about innocent stuff, anyway."
Harry tried to refute her, but try as he might over more than two minutes, he couldn't think of an instance in the last couple of years where someone had been annoyed at her for spreading rumors or gossip, as they were more wont to do in the first few years of their Hogwarts education. "Fine," he muttered, "that's one point in your favor, but I'd need a pretty damned strong vow for this. And it's not just up to me. If you want in... you'll have to get the approval of every member of the group, and no, I'm not telling you who they are before you are either in or out. I'll do the asking."
"Alright," she agreed easily, leaning back a bit to more closely mirror his position, "that's fair."
"Okay. Then, uh... you should probably get to bed."
"No," Lavender giggled, "I don't think I should just yet. We have one other teensy matter to discuss."
One of Harry's eyebrows rose, though he frowned when the girl giggled, glancing at his crotch, "Not that... much as it's tempting, it is late. No, I just have one more question. When- when we do it, can you... keep it a secret about how I... like it?"
Confused, Harry nodded without really understanding what she meant.
The witch, though, clarified on her own as she stood up, then took the few steps necessary to lean down and whisper into Harry's ear, "I like it rough... I want to be taken sometimes, you know? But you don't need to tell the other girls that. Keep that a secret, and you can do whatever you want with me. I won't complain."
Then, before he could do more than adjust himself in his trousers again, she was walking away through the Gryffindor girl's dormitory door without him.
"Lilith," Harry groaned, "I sure as hell hope you're here..."
"I am, Master," she whispered, the invisible body already settling into his lap, "Why... did the witch get you all hot and bothered...? Should I take care of you, Master...?"
"Yes, please," Harry groaned, even as he felt her knickers melt away beneath the still invisible school-skirt, her nimble fingers pulling on his zipper. Once he was free, Lilith, juicy and as ready as he was, lowered Lyra's familiar body onto him in one smooth motion that made Harry sigh in both pleasure and relief. "Seventeen... fucking... hours... gods, I needed pussy bad..."
"My pussy needed you too, Master," Lyra moaned as she started to bounce, hard and fast, over him. She leaned down, heavy breasts still in her student's blouse and bra-clad, but swinging against Harry's face as her hips rose and fell rapidly, not just moving his dick in and out, but pulling it out and up as she withdrew, then pushing down on the return.
There wasn't much love-making in that particular session, both knew Harry's need was too great. Yet, just a few minutes later after he had exploded in rapture again, Lyra, with Harry's still-hard penis inside her, lay down over him on the couch and continued moving and writhing her hips, grinding her clit against his pelvis while they began a slow, sensual kiss.
"Potter! Sendai- what the hell are you two doing in the Common Room? Shit, I hope you two are on the Potion, or I'm going straight to Madame Pomfrey- and Professor McGonagall!"
Harry, perhaps predictably, froze, arms wrapped around Lyra's hips, her shirt having much ridden up, but Lyra did not. Instead, she only lifted her torso until she was sitting astride him, eyes once more glowing bright, cherry-blossom pink. "McLaggen, wasn't it...?"
Harry's blood pressure plummeted, though he was still hard inside the Succubus, her inner walls now milking him inhumanly, tugging at his length in rings of muscle no normal girl or woman could reproduce. McLaggen, he knew, was a seventh-year, and the epitome of everything bad about Gryffindor- brutish, thuggish even, unthinking, overly prideful... those were kind ways of thinking about it.
"I come back from a- a patrol, and I find you two shagging on the couch? It doesn't matter what my name is! I should report you!"
"But you won't," Lyra cooed, eyes shining as she turned to look at him over the back of the couch and started undulating on Harry again.
"And why not?" the hulking older wizard growled, stepping closer, "This sort of thing- you could cost us the House Cup in one go!"
"Like you?" Lyra then smiled, "and Miss Collins? Audrey's a nice girl, but what you did to her wasn't very nice. You could have asked..."
"Wh- what are you t- talking about?" Cormac muttered, suddenly sounding less sure, "I don't even know who that- that is."
"A Ravenclaw," Lyra said, voice still light and sweet, "the one you forced to swallow you not fifteen minutes ago. But don't worry... I have more enticements than that."
Harry frowned. Forced her...? Audrey Collins was a nice girl, the seventh-year Prefect, and someone who could've been Head Girl this year. Smart, friendlier than most Ravenclaws- even Luna liked her, and there weren't many in the spacy girl's House that she did like.
"Come here, stud," Lyra whispered, followed by an even brighter flash in her eyes. "That's it... I can suck a cock much better than she can... let me show you. Don't tell the Professors, and I'll suck you off whenever you want..."
"Er... y- yeah," McLaggen murmured, and Harry saw him, tie half-undone, already fishing a half-stiffy out of his trousers as he stepped around the couch and presented himself to Lyra, who hadn't stopped riding Harry.
In fact, she sped up once more, and left one hand on Harry's chest while the other wrapped gently around McLaggen's own member... and the boy went stiff, motionless.
"Mm... going to cum again soon, Master," Lyra murmured, turning her attention back to Harry, "he'll be a good boy for now... he's not bad in the cock department, but I never did like his attitude. Fuck me while he watches... show him what he's going to be missing out on for a long, long time..."
Harry grinned, "R- Really? What did you do to him? Not that I'm complaining..." Then he started to push up into her with abandon, not caring that it was after one, suddenly not tired at all. All that mattered was enjoying his Succubus, and punishing this arsehole for forcing a girl to blow him.
"New- New power," Lilith grunted, air being forced from her lungs by his renewed pumps into her depths, "Libido Theft. Just... just e- earned... earned it! He'll- as- as long as I use- use it on- him- f- fuuck, Harry!"
He felt Lyra's walls clench around him, another burst of lubricant speeding his motions, but Harry wasn't done. Instead, to give her a moment to recover, Harry sat upright and spun on the couch so he was leaning back against it, then lifted Lyra, spinning her around, and letting her slowly come back down onto him to provide poor McLaggen with the best view, reverse cowgirl, of Lyra's body while he used her.
After a few more seconds as he started to move, Lyra picked back up, "Gods, Harry... you're so damned good! A- Anyway, if I use the- the power every day or three- it'll- keep him from- getting- getting it up, at all."
"Ever?"
She twisted to nibble on his ear while her body moved against him, both now sweating heavily through their uniforms, "As long- as it's- a- active!"
"Excellent. Thrall him. Make him useful, for once."
"Y- Yes, M- Masteeeerrr!"
Harry felt that the whole Tower must have heard Lyra's shrieks as she climaxed with him, such was the force of his own.
Once he was slowly softening, Lyra rose off him, turned to kiss Harry again, and frowned, "To completely Thrall him I'll need to blow him once... are you sure? It has to be partially reciprocal. I can make it the last one, though, as long as he keeps wanting more."
Harry frowned, glancing up at McLaggen, then nodded. "Do I need to watch?"
"No."
"Okay... I'll think about it, but not for now. See you tomorrow then, Lyra."
"Good night, Master," she winked, and turned to the task at hand, never fully sated.
Harry, though tempted to watch for Lyra's performance skills, still chose to head to bed. Tired or not, he needed to sleep sometime, even if just for a few hours.
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