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TRIGGER warning: Romilda's story continues in this chapter. However, I should note that DURING this chapter, she makes some improvement, and the gang react accordingly. Her story will not have an ultra-dark ending, but many mistakes have consequences- long-lasting ones. This is such an example.
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Chap. 35: How to Influence Friends...
As usual Sunday morning, or any morning, really, these days, Harry woke with his morning erection in someone's mouth, and he rolled his hips, half-asleep for a few more moments, to give them better access, then stretched his right hand to rest it behind his head, the other seeking out the source of the warmth.
He expected Lilith's soft, tender body, and smiled when she lay down against him, using the arm beneath his head as a pillow, then frowned slightly when she kissed his cheek. The familiar smell of bubblegum, present even in Lyra's body, told him the girl on his right, close to the wall, was her. Which meant...
Harry cracked an eye.
Hermione Granger was doing the deed, one hand holding her hair behind her right ear, the other holding his shaft upright while she plied her great talent for his pleasure. She was dressed casually in a halter-top and khaki shorts, but he could tell in that first glance that they had been pushed down well below what would hide her glorious rump while the brilliant witch bent over his bedside.
A further glance, just for safety, told Harry that it was just after dawn, later than he'd expected to rise, and that Ron was awake, too, sitting on the edge of the bed with his sock-clad feet on the still cold stone floor, tugging on his own impressive dick while he watched Hermione's show.
I don't care if I have a Succubus, or every beautiful witch in the Castle- being woken up by a blow-job from Hermione is still an amazing way to wake up, Harry thought both to himself and Lilith. She sent a rush of arousal and affection back toward him, along with a mish-mash of blurred, rapid-fire images, wavy and indistinct. Each of them, though, Harry could tell were of him- except he knew it wasn't him at all, for he felt the weight of his breasts swinging, the fluid dripping from his aching, overheated snatch- as he took first Harry's own cock in her mouth, then Ron's, then... others.
Holy shit, that's... a lot. Is- what was that?
This time, Lilith as Lyra actually whispered in his ear, "Dreams, Master... Dreams I've been feeding this lovely witch for a few months off and on, and nightly since we arrived at Hogwarts. Why waste her talents, you know?"
And Hermione was indeed talented. Even from the side, the girl seemed to have no issue taking three quarters or more of him into her mouth and down her throat, and remembered all the while to let her tongue swirl and waft over his flesh while she deep-throated him quickly without a hint of gagging. And her hand had quickly moved from holding his base to his scrotum, where she lightly massaged and kneaded his tender, swollen balls, rolling them back and forth, giving the softest of squeezes.
Harry sighed, feeling his climax approaching.
But Hermione had other ideas. Smoothly, she pulled away, the hand switching to pump at him while she leaned further down and pulled one of his testicles into her mouth through the soft, moist lips and licked at that in turn.
"Oh, God," he moaned, throwing his head back into the pillow and grasping Lyra's body tightly against him. Then he sat up, holding Hermione lightly by the shoulders, and pushed her back and down while he spun to mirror Ron's position.
Obediently, her own chocolate brown eyes glistening with enjoyment, Hermione sank to her knees and started her work again.
Lyra meanwhile, moved to her knees behind Harry and pressed her body against him. Her arms circling his chest, and began to nibble on his neck and ear; whispering words of encouragement to Hermione, who began to move faster and faster, taking more of Harry with every second or third bob.
"Jizz on her tits, Harry" Lyra cooed, not quite whispering.
Without hesitation, without word of warning, Hermione pulled away, reached down, and lifted the halter and her bra off in one motion, throwing them carelessly onto Harry's bed before diving down again.
"Ye- yeah, Harry," Ron murmured quietly, standing up slowly, and walking across the room to sink onto the bed next to him, eyes locked on their mutual girl's mouth as she gave Harry the best deep-throat he'd had from her yet.
"Cumming" he grunted.
With laughter and pleasure awash in the older girl's eyes, she leaned back, releasing Harry with a pop from her mouth, and angled him a bit more down, her hand now moving furiously along his saliva-slick length.
Once his climax was over, Harry exhaled slowly in relief, amazed at how much of Hermione's hair and broad, curved chest he'd covered. Her neck and face... even one jet across her long eyelashes, which she carefully picked out and used two fingers to put into her mouth.
Then, without another word, she sidled over and repeated the process on Ron.
Harry was still just as transfixed as, already loosened and stretched by Harry's wider girth, she immediately sank to the base of Ron's long shaft. The taller boy leaned back onto his elbows, moaning quietly.
Lyra in turn moved around Harry gracefully to kneel where Hermione had just been, and started cleaning him carefully and methodically, then started bobbing as well once he quickly returned to full strength.
Harry smiled at the look of rapture on Ron's face as the witch got him off, and enjoyed how Hermione's eyes almost rolled back in her head as he realized she was thrumming her pussy wildly while servicing him, her own expression one of bliss as well.
It was Hermione who cleaned Ron, who was still hard himself.
But she turned deep scarlet, from embarrassment rather than lust, as a quiet voice coughed from Harry's left.
"Er... s- sorry, I... could I get some... uh..."
Harry quickly, unbidden, followed Neville's gaze down to his tented pyjamas.
Hermione quickly threw her arms over her chest, then shifted one to her crotch, though Neville was clearly to her side, and hissed, "You said they wouldn't be awake!"
Lyra pulled off Harry with a rather pleased grin, "No, you asked if they were awake. I didn't answer your question. I said something unrelated entirely: 'They won't bother us.' Are you bothered, Harry? Ron?"
The two boys shared a look, Harry more questioning.
Ron, after a few moments, shrugged, "Not... bothered, no. Suck him, Hermione... Suck him like you did us."
"Ron!" Hermione hissed reproachfully, but Harry nodded.
"You know you want to," he murmured.
Again, she flushed. "That... that's not the... not the point."
"I can do it," Lyra shrugged, "If you aren't up for it. Harry's about finished."
He knew that Lilith knew full well that wasn't true. She could get him off if she wanted to- she was that good- but he was holding back on purpose, so it would be a longer contest than normal.
"N- no," Hermione murmured, then looked up at her boys, "I... I can do it. If- if you both want...?"
Harry shrugged, glancing at the needy boy, "He's one of us now. Anytime you want, Hermione."
She looked to Ron, next, who hesitated a moment longer, then nodded, "He's one of us. But we always get firsts."
"Always," Hermione whispered, eyes swimming with lust, yes… but also adoration and love.
Then she stood, glanced down at Lyra, "You'd better keep the others from waking up," and walked over to Neville, sinking down to her knees closer to the middle of the room, and lifting a hand to beckon him off his bed.
Once rotund and even pudgy, Neville was now lean and tall. Almost as tall as Ron and more muscular than either he or Harry, the wizard quickly threw his legs off the bed and stood, pushing his pyjamas down to his knees as he reached the girl, who opened her mouth almost tentatively.
Hermione, as she sucked, almost seemed to fall into a trance, though when he checked, Harry couldn't see any hint of pink that might show Lyra was using a power in her eyes. Instead, jaw opening wide and full lips spreading to accommodate the other wizard's girth, she started blowing him deeply too, sawing back and forth from tip to base almost at once.
That was when Lyra moved over to start sucking on Ron, leaving Harry hanging. As she moved, the Succubus whispered, "None of them were asleep when you first finished, Harry."
That was also when Dean Thomas' curtains opened, and the boy, already naked as the day he was born, stepped from the bed, eyes slightly glazed, and stood next to Neville.
Harry knew, intellectually, that he was bigger now, but seeing the massive cock that sprung out from Dean's dark groin made him worry for Hermione's health.
And, distracted by the Succubus' incredible oral skills, Ron didn't dare protest as Neville finished in Hermione's mouth, too.
Harry actually stood up as Neville ejaculated into her waiting orifice, and put a hand on Hermione's bare shoulder. "Do what you want, love," he murmured softly, watching from above as she blinked, shivered, then reached out a hand that seemed so tiny in comparison.
Dean didn't say anything, merely accepted the hand-job silently. Then Harry heard the girl whisper, "More," before she turned on her knees and leaned forward. The dark-skinned boy groaned as his deep brown meat vanished into Hermione's throat, but Harry could only watch in awe as, struggling just a bit, she forced it deeper and deeper.
After just a few minutes, Harry watched as the thick meat pulsed, moments before he heard Hermione start gulping audibly to get the tall black boy's essence into her mouth without spilling any.
"Oi," another voice interrupted as the final curtain in the room opened, "'Oose gonna take care o' me shillelagh?"
This time, Ron having just climaxed with Lyra again, he started speaking up, but the faux half-Asian put a finger on his lips, "I will, if Harry doesn't object? He's the one whose opinion matters to me, after all."
Seamus wasn't one of Harry's closest friends, not by any means. But it would be rude, wouldn't it...? "Do it if you want," he shrugged, " Hermione's getting tired, and we should get to breakfast."
"Blimey," Seamus muttered as he threw himself from the bed as quickly as he could, "I can' believe ya got two fine things like 'Ermione and Lyra to do this, Harry! Fekkin' brill."
Harry grinned as his last roommate rested his hands on Lyra's head and started moving back and forth gently while the Succubus in human form used all her wiles to get him addicted to the activity as quickly as possible. He, meanwhile, helped a weak-kneed Hermione to her feet, wrapping an arm around her belly and breasts, heedless of the jizz that coated her from all four of the other boys to some extent. "So, gents, here's the rule: Lyra? She's a slag, tried and true, but I got her under a sort of contract. She's for our- our dorm- and our dorm only unless I say so. Right, Lyra?"
"That's right," the girl pulled off Seamus just enough to say cheerfully, "what Harry says goes."
"And what Harry says," the wizard in question said with a grin, enjoying just the feel of Hermione's half-naked body against his as she fought to catch her breath still, enjoying how the other boys were looking at the human girl with undisguised lust even while Lyra kept blowing Seamus. "Is that Lyra has a set of... let's call them priorities. Me first, then Ron, then Neville. If she's not occupied with us, you can ask her for some fun. If she says yes, enjoy it. If she says no... that's it. Better luck next time. I ever find out you forced her- or any girl- and we'll have more than words. But you can have all the fun with her you want otherwise. Any day of the week."
Ron, no doubt, had sussed out Harry's intentions, and grinned even while Dean started stroking himself back to hard, no doubt wanting to take advantage of the offer again before breakfast. Neville, though he looked a bit green, gave a shaky sort of smile himself before nodding and adding, "Er, H- Hannah al- already knows about, uh... L- Lyra."
Does she now, Harry wondered, but what about Hermione...?
Still, he only nodded, "Now, if you gents will excuse me, I'm gonna go make sure Hermione is... presentable for breakfast."
She seemed almost dazed as he walked the bookish girl who'd just blown all but one of his roommates in the same morning, plus himself, into the shower, still clad only in her open blouse and skirt without, he suspected, knickers.
Ron looked, for a moment, as if he wanted to join her and Harry, but grinned as he glanced back toward the more buxom Lyra, stepping toward her so that the girl could lift a hand and add it to his own around his member.
After removing the rest of Hermione's clothes for her, Harry guided the witch into the nearest shower stall, but didn't immediately turn on the water. The sounds the boys were making a dozen feet away, more or less, were driving him to prolong the current experience, no matter how tired Hermione was. Besides, he thought with a smile as he turned her to face him, she'll enjoy it anyway.
"A secret," he whispered, then let his body fall along hers, lips grazing over her flesh and the seminal fluid of several boys though he didn't take any into his mouth as far as Harry could taste, until he was on his knees between her feet.
He didn't say anything else as he inhaled the familiar, clover-honey scent of Hermione's desperate arousal. Instead, he took a second long pull before moving in with lips and tongue, his hands only loosely tracing her thighs, in and out, or moving up and down the girl's sides.
When she climaxed, it was fast and hard, but short, and Harry felt another wash of the same fulfilling, satisfying energy he'd received when Lilith had tricked him- though it hadn't taken much to do so- into eating out his mother's cunt.
After the tingling had subsided, Harry stood back up just as slowly to find Hermione, still seeming quite dazed, smiling stupidly down at him. Yet, as he stepped into her and aligned himself to enter her depths, only reaching around to turn the spray on after he'd pushed all the way inside, there was a soft tremble in her lips.
As they started moving together, Hermione whispered, "Am I your slag too, Harry? Is... am I just a slag who loves to suck cock? Should... should I forget school? I sometimes feel like I want to. It's so much effort, and blowing everyone is... it's so easy. Every time it's easier, and... and this was... I don't know. Gods, that feels good, Harry."
"It feels amazing, as always, Hermione," he returned softly, wondering himself where her feelings were coming from, but feeling as if he agreed in some way even without that knowledge. Had he, himself, not questioned that same thing? Both, he knew, had wondered if endless sex, in all its varieties, was all that mattered to him, or them, anymore.
But Harry knew it wasn't, so even as he made love to his best friend, alone for the first time in what felt like ages, he shook his head and pressed his lips to hers briefly before answering quietly, "No. It's just... new. We're teenagers, we're supposed to be randy."
Even as her body started moving more energetically against his, sliding over him with the aid of soap she started to apply beneath the hot water while he filled then emptied her slowly, Hermione gave a little snort and shook her head, "You can't be that daft, Harry. Yes, hormones are rampant, of course. But this...? Most sixteen year old girls don't just give blowjobs to five blokes in one morning, no matter how well they know some of them."
He nodded, swallowing. "Do you... regret it?"
"No," Hermione shook her head, pushing their shared washcloth between them to lather her breasts, stomach, and then his chest, "That's just it- I don't regret it, but I feel like I should. It's... it's not something I'd do every day, but I really like it, and... and I worry there's something wrong with me. What will it be like next weekend, when... when I get my Runes? Will I forget about study, my mind, everything I want to do in the world?"
"No, you won't," he reassured her softly, "It won't be like that. Neville is still his old self- though with a bit of confidence. Ron's mostly the same, it's just that he's more open about what he's thinking. I don't feel like I've changed too much... aside from the powers I've gotten from the Contract."
"Hah... you've changed a lot, Harry," Hermione murmured, continuing her work but pulling off of Harry's shaft to turn around and bend, holding herself up with one arm on the wall so that she could wash her legs while he entered her from behind, "not that- gods, you're big- not that I'm complaining. I just... worry that I'll lose myself, somehow."
"You won't," Harry promised her, "and if you start, Ron, Ginny, and I will be there to pull you back. Just like I- we- rely on you."
"Mm. I suppose you're right. I'm just being si- silly. Unh... har- harder, Harry... make me cum. I want to, s- so bad. Y- yes... yes... yesss!"
Harry held her rump against his abdomen while he climaxed after her, then slowly, as he came down, finished the job of cleaning them both before turning the water off and reaching for a few towels.
It wasn't yet four when Harry closed his Herbology textbook and blew off the last bit of ink spots from his essay, "That's me done for the week."
He, Ron, Hermione, Lyra- of course just as put-together as ever despite being 'entertained' by their dorm-mates for more than an hour all told- were arrayed around the private quarters' common room, and even Hermione had several books open still, since she'd elected to take a nap immediately after breakfast, for reasons she refused to explain to Ginny.
"I still have twenty-one inches," the red-haired girl complained with a frown, "seven more due tomorrow. Fifth year sucks."
Hermione blushed.
Harry and Ron shared a grin, but the dark haired wizard commiserated, "Sorry. What class? Maybe I can help."
Ginny scowled down at her books, "Potions of course. Slughorn's a far better teacher than Snape ever was, but I'm afraid I'll never be as good as Mum. She was tops in her year, seems to think I should be brilliant at it just because she is."
"Mm." Harry frowned. It wasn't his worst subject any longer, not by a long shot- that would always remain a toss-up between History of Magic and Divination he felt- but even Snape's terrible teaching style and outright vindictive, cruel behavior toward especially Harry couldn't remove all his knowledge of the subject, and what might just be, according to Slughorn, an inheritance of his mother's talent.
As well, more than a month of learning under Professor Black, who he now knew to be the mother of the Auror known as Tonks, and now a week under Slughorn himself had helped immensely. More so, the cribbed notes in his loaned copy of Advanced Potion Making, and his now semi-regular teaming up with one Daphne Greengrass.
"Okay, so what Potion are you covering?"
Ginny continued to scowl, though her demeanor relaxed slightly, "Calming Draught. Sluggy says it's in preparation to do the Draught of Peace next month."
Harry nodded, "Yeah... I remember that one. Where's your issue?"
"I don't have an issue," Ginny muttered quietly, "I just... don't want to do it. I want to do... other things."
Harry cottoned on at once, and he smiled, leaning in to whisper in the girl's ear, "Ah. Well... as I don't think our friends would appreciate it if we distracted them by a round or two, let me make you a deal. If you get it done in, say... an hour, I'll... Hmm... what's fair... I'll make sure you're satisfied, Runes or not, tonight."
Ginny blushed and Harry, watching closely, could see the girl's nipples pucker despite being concealed by both, presumably a bra and shirt. She glanced around the room to see that none of the others were paying attention, then nodded almost shyly and whispered back, "Deal."
A few minutes later, Harry excused himself to 'use the loo' in his bedroom. He did, but afterward made a slight detour to his trunk, where he fished out two objects, hiding both, shrunken and in their individual carrying cases, in his pockets. One box had been nearly a cube, a slightly taller rectangular shape, and the other was long and thin, nearly the dimensions of a wand box, but he knew that when expanded, both were significantly larger.
Harry grinned once more to himself as he stepped out into the common area. As the others, even Lyra, were hard at work on one assignment or another, he casually strode around the couches to the door on the opposite side, "I'm gonna go have some fun with Romilda. You guys can join when you're done."
Ron was the first to groan, but Harry ignored his friends' objections and began whistling a jaunty tune, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Every hour or two throughout each day since she'd been 'captured', Lilith had been untying and then making use of the insensate fifth-year's body in one way or another. Sometimes, they exchanged oral sex, and others, Lilith, or Lyra, would grow out her penis and rut away with abandon, or take a little time to make sure both truly enjoyed it. Then she would change the girl's position, moving her around the room and tying her down once more. The straps, he knew, were never truly tight, nowhere near enough to cut off circulation, but Romilda, no matter how sex-crazed she was, never tried to escape from where she was placed. To test the theory, just that lunchtime Harry had left one arm loose in a single strap and placed the other on the bed, not tightening either one.
Romilda had climbed onto the bed and spread her legs eagerly for him while hanging off the edge, but her hand had not moved an inch from that spot even as he'd mounted her for his normal noon 'repast'. It seemed there was a powerful mental effect which caused her, if he wasn't wrong, to see any 'bondage' as for her benefit, no matter how slack it was, and she didn't even think about taking it off.
That was why he wasn't surprised to find the girl's position different than when he'd entered at lunchtime.
The girl was hanging from the ceiling, suspended by more than thirty intricate knots hooked up to a new addition of perhaps nine hooks in all. Together, they kept the teen witch's knees bent so that her ankles were beneath her rear, but spread apart widely enough that Romilda may as well have been doing the splits in both directions. Her arms, too, were in an unusual formation, behind her back and tied together, as she slowly turned, with wrists matching the opposite elbow just above her rather flat, boyish hind end. Those bindings and what held her aloft accounted for perhaps twenty of the knots. The rest, and at least a dozen feet of the thin rope, squeezed tightly at her body in several ways that caught Harry's interest immediately.
Two loops wrapped around the base of her breasts, squeezing out the majority of them so that they resembled Lyra's full, round pair rather than her own slightly saggy, much smaller ones, though each was red and almost purpling with pressure and blood. The ropes did a complicated figure-eight around them, but also looped around the back of her neck to pull the masses up, and linked again to more lines between Romilda's elbows, then down in a V toward her groin, where each side flanked the girl's genitals, which were, as usual, puffy and inflamed, full of desire that literally dripped from her every few seconds onto a towel on the wooden floor.
Finally, a single rope hung down between the two teens, which Harry guessed was magically held in place, as all of Romilda's weight seemed to run across the rigging to a single pulley and then over to the dangling line, which seemed attached to exactly nothing. Then again, he mused, magic. Sticking charms aren't hard. Even Lyra could probably use a self-sticking rope, and who knows what you can get mail-ordered with my money when I'm not paying attention?
Still, Harry had work to do. He quietly pulled the larger box from his pocket and tapped the tip of his wand to it, then moved over to the couch, which still remained despite him having conjured it nearly a week ago. He pulled out a camera, more modern in design than Collin Creevey's by at least fifty years, though it was still obsolete, for it resembled an old-fashioned Polaroid, the kind that 'developed' after coming out from a slot in the camera itself.
"Romilda," he spoke casually as he turned around and hefted the device, "you don't mind if I take a few pictures, right? You're pretty enough."
He blinked a moment later, for the girl spoke for the first time in a couple of days. "Shaaag," she murmured, voice slurred and mumbling but easily understood.
"Ah, we will," Harry promised, "but you want to give me sexy pictures, right?"
She didn't say anything else, but Harry could see her dark eyes tracking him as she slowly spun. He hadn't in all honesty, bought the camera for Romilda. No, it was for the benefit of his entire circle of friends. Yet, Harry could see how getting a bit of insurance- photographic insurance- could help if he ever got in trouble. Not that he wanted to commit blackmail, of course, or that Vane was exceptionally good looking. She was pretty enough, but Harry had access to more and better if looks were a factor.
No... he wanted to do it for practice, now that he'd thought of it. Better to learn the ropes on someone... less deserving. Right?
He started slowly, taking pictures as Romilda simply turned in the air, then moving around her himself in search of new angles as he grew more comfortable with the camera's simple controls: zoom, lighting, and click. The first two, he quickly learned, were nearly unlimited. By holding the lever in one direction or another he could zoom in to see the girl's otherwise clean skin flake, or until she was tiny and warped. Or make the screen utterly dark or bright, pure white though the room itself was lit only by the usual four ever-burning torches in the corners.
Then he started moving in and out for more unusual angles. Above, and below. Eventually, he added his own left hand, squeezing a teat, pinching a nipple.
Hermione and Ron came in together, the older witch stifling a yawn rather poorly, just as Harry reached out a hand to spread one arse cheek.
"Figured you'd be balls-deep," Ron said, nonplussed, "I've got a powerful need myself. You up for it, Hermione?"
Slightly pink, the girl nodded, though Harry couldn't see it. Her words, though, said something different. "Er... I am, but I... can we watch this for a bit? It looks like Harry's having fun."
The wizard in question looked over his shoulder with a satisfied smile, "Romilda's getting desperate, I think."
The red-head smiled and stepped forward, but only once, before his face fell. "Er... I don't want to, um... well... Hermione's right here, you know?"
Harry blinked. "Oh, yeah, I... yeah. I didn't even think about how that'd..." How would their shared girlfriend take it if he'd been shagging Romilda when they walked in? What about Ron, whom she seemed to favor just a little more? Not that Harry felt left out.
But Hermione only rolled her eyes, then held out a hand. "Camera, please. You can have a go, Ron. I'll... commemorate the occasion. After all, it's not like... not like I'm exclusive, not after this morning, and I already know you've been shagging her."
Still, with a magnanimous expression, Ron reminded her, "Yeah, but you only used your mouth, so that's all I'll do with Romilda. Er... how d'we get her down?"
Harry reached for the rope with the same hand, and it came free at his touch, though Romilda's weight didn't fall onto him. Instead, she sank slowly as he lifted, until her knees were on the floor. "Cock…" Romilda grunted, "Cock, cock, cock!"
Hermione's mouth widened, but Ron, with another glance in the still clothed girl's direction, reached for his trousers and freed the gangly beast within. "Er... you really don't mind?"
"Not as long as I get mine later," Hermione said firmly.
Harry, throbbing himself but just as clothed as the witch, followed her around as she took her own turn snapping one picture after another of Ron as he let Romilda, using only her mouth and tongue, worship his great length, growing progressively more aggressive until she was fighting to take all of him, rising until she was standing on her knees and then back down, almost throwing herself down, yanking up, and repeating over and over.
Ron, after several minutes, yanked his dick out and sprayed over Romilda's face and gaping mouth, then aimed down to paint her front, too.
"So hot…" Hermione murmured.
Harry had to agree. While he didn't find Ron attractive in any way, watching his best mate ejaculate over another very willing female was always erotic and lust-inducing.
Ron looked their way. "Go on," Hermione urged him quietly, "keep going... I know you can keep going. Fuck her in the throat, Ron. Use her like the little whore she is... punish her mouth."
Hearing Hermione, of all people, use that sort of language sent a shiver down Harry's spine, around between his legs, and straight up his already pounding erection. Carefully, making sure to keep his eyes on the action, Harry divested himself of his clothing and moved across the room to gather a few more of the implements hanging on the wall-racks opposite the door.
When he turned around, he blushed. Hermione wasn't taking pictures of Ron and Romilda- she'd clearly been watching him walk away, quite nude, and smiled as she took another. Minx... But he sauntered back toward her gamely, whipping a riding crop against one open palm, a long, jet-black feather from an Augury's tail beneath one arm. "Get your pictures while you can, Hermione... sooner or later, I'll have you tied up like this."
"I'm looking forward to trying it," she shot back gamely, "Besides, if you're going to spread pictures around, you may as well make the girls happy too, right?"
Harry grinned, "I hadn't thought of that, but you're right, of course. Shoot all you want."
Then the crop lashed, not too hard but enough to raise a thin pink line, over Romilda's back. She cried out against Ron's dick, and he groaned.
They were similarly engaged, Ron now rutting furiously into Romilda's mouth with his hands on her head to hold her still, Harry either fingering her furiously with one hand or whipping her with the other, when Lyra followed Ginny into the room, the Succubus already making her 'clothes' vanish, and the witch with her blouse half-unbuttoned. "Damn it Ron, I don't need to see your dick," she muttered.
"Don't look then," he growled.
None of them, not even Ron, neglected to notice that she didn't look away.
Instead, Ginny finished unbuttoning her shirt and let it hang open, unclasped her bra and let it hang open too, before pushing her skirt down and stepping out. Still in her knickers and socks with the top hanging over her shoulders, the girl immediately started rubbing circles around her crotch and gripped one breast beneath her shirt as she came to stand next to Harry.
It wasn't hard to follow her gaze to where Ron continually speared Romilda, nor did Harry, just inches away, miss the slight drool that was leaking from Ginny's mouth as she watched, touching herself lightly.
No one said anything for quite a while as Lyra moved behind Hermione and pressed herself into the witch, letting her hands begin to rove sensually over clothing. Ron climaxed again, forcing himself to the hilt in the younger girl's mouth and throat, groaning as he leaned over her, helpless to resist. Still bound, Romilda didn't even try.
Once he pulled himself free, Lyra asked softly, "Hermione... want to see Ron do that to Romilda's skanky cunt?"
'Y- yeah, I do," she murmured, the camera still whirring and clicking away.
Harry obligingly reached for the rope again and hauled the girl, who may as well have weighed a single kilo, back to her position in the air again. "Go ahead Ron."
Again, the four of them watched as the ginger, still unflagging, reached out his hands to turn Romilda, who was panting for air but also quivering for more, always more, and pushed up into her from behind.
Again, Ginny watched with him as Ron lanced in and out. Harry occasionally gave Romilda a lash or two, but he was distracted as Hermione gave a loud moan, and looked up to see Lyra with her hands on the girl's hips, her skirt hiked upward. "You like Lyra's girl-dick huh?"
"F-f-feels go-good," Hermione moaned, still trying to take pictures and having a much harder time of it with Lyra sliding in and out of her own pussy.
"Take over the cameraPet," he ordered Ginny quietly, "I'm going to get some drink on me for you to taste later."
Ginny, red-faced, still seemed strangely happy as she took over the object from Hermione, turning her full attention to her brother shagging away at the helpless sex-slave, showing a surprisingly deft hand and an eye for angles. Meanwhile, Harry himself crossed to Hermione and took a handful of her hair, urging her head down. "Service me, slutty little Hermione. Service me like you serviced all the blokes in my dorm."
Hermione whimpered, but she obeyed, even with Lyra fucking her from behind. She leaned down, taking Harry at once, and he groaned- it'd been six hours or more, and that was hard to handle, these days.
For a few seconds, the siblings and slave behind him fell from Harry's mind as he focused on his Succubus and the girl between them, leaning over Hermione's back to give Lyra a passionate kiss that she returned fervently. "Give me her pussy, Pet," he murmured after they separated, smirking as the half-asian creature licked up a line of saliva they'd left, "take her cute little arse."
"Wh- wha?"
That was as far as Hermione got before the well-lubricated cock filled her rear hole, and she gasped. The chocolate brown eyes rolled up in her head as Lyra lifted her torso up, then reached down to take up one knee, then the other, until Hermione was suspended in Lyra's arms knees at about her shoulders.
Harry grinned, stepped in, and lifted the skirt high to reveal no knickers and a newly-trimmed thatch of hair with the same lightning-bolt pattern she'd cut previously. Then he stepped further, and thrust.
Even stretched by Lyra and more than ready, Hermione was surprisingly tight with the other penis in her body, and Harry groaned once more as he entered her. While Lyra was rougher, harder, more demanding, from behind, Harry made love to his girl from the front, though only for about two minutes before he pulled away. "Lyra... you can have her again, just make sure she enjoys it, yeah?"
Then he turned away, glistening and dripping with Hermione's recent climax, and stepped toward Ginny, who was holding the camera beneath Romilda's suspended groin, fingering herself while she watched Ron fill the well-used hole. Without a word, he tapped her shoulder and Ginny turned, then smiled, and opened wide.
As he enjoyed her less talented but eager fellatio, too, Harry finally let himself build toward climax, but he wasn't done yet. After he was certain Ginny had cleaned all of Hermione's juice off himself, he pulled away. "Like the taste Pet?"
"Gods yes," Ginny murmured.
"Good. Ron, use her hard. I'm going to show this slag how deep our girl can take it."
"Er, okay, Harry."
Romilda's mouth was wide and eager, but her throat still tight as he entered her. Like Ron on her other end, Harry hammered hard and fast, stroking deeply enough it felt like he was nearing the girl's stomach with every thrust. "Get a picture of her belly swollen with his cock," he ordered, and Ginny obeyed, then backed away to get a few pictures of Romilda taking both young wizards.
As she turned to get a few of Lyra and Hermione together, Harry debated just finishing there, but no... more poetic to do this in one go. After he'd felt Romilda somehow climax again, he pulled out once more. "Have fun, Ron. Ginny... try this one."
Again, she sucked him with relish, though not quite the same as before.
Then... "Ron, you take a few pictures as you cover that bitch in your cum, okay? Then after, as it's dripping."
"R- right," Ron muttered, clearly fighting off the renewal of an onrush of ecstasy, forcing himself to take up the camera as he hammered her cunt from behind.
And Harry watched, too, as the other wizard surreptitiously took a few photos of Ginny servicing him. "Up you get Pet... I want your pussy too."
Ginny practically threw herself upward and into his arms, wrapping both those and her legs around him, then sank down without even trying to aim. Yet, she didn't need to, as her vagina sought out what she was so desperate for.
Again, though, he only let her bounce up and down on his shaft, much as Lyra was doing to Hermione while standing as well, for a few minutes before he lifted Ginny up and off. "Now, taste yourself. That's a good Pet..."
Before, Ginny had been, as far as Harry knew, a bit reluctant to taste herself. Now, though, she gobbled him up eagerly, laving and licking him with gusto. "Gods, so good... love squirt, Master. It's almost as good as your cum..."
He kept his promise to the girl, shagging her again and again, until her own newly-acquired Runes were exhausted, while Lyra had lazily fucked Hermione into a state of blissful unconsciousness. The red-head's brother, having had his Runes for an entire summer and some month longer, used Romilda again and again, then took a couple of turns with Lyra, then back to blast the soppy, white-dripping hole he'd been abusing all night one more time before following Hermione to their usual shared bedroom.
But Harry was not done.
Instead, the moment he heard the distant door close, he turned to the tired Ginny and lifted her, carrying her bodily, before sitting her down on her knees between the now-horizontal Romilda's legs. "Clean her, Pet. Clean up all the cum in that overused pussy."
"Harry?" Ginny asked quietly, sounding quite tired yet with a distinctive quaver, "That's- that's mostly Ron's."
"I know," he whispered, glancing up at Lyra, who, like him, seemed more energized than tired despite the hour being well past midnight. "Eat it all, Pet."
"But- but he's my brother. That's gross."
"I know," he half-laughed, "isn't it naughty?"
Ginny, below and before him as he stood over and behind her, swallowed audibly. "Y- yes. It's really naughty. I'll- are you sure it's... okay?"
"Sure," he smiled again, running a hand through her tousled, sweat-drenched hair, "It's fine. It's not like you're blowing him yourself, or shagging him. Right?"
Not yet, anyway...
"R- Right. That... that's right."
Then Ginny leaned in, and Harry grinned once more, erection just as unflagging, as he watched Ginny practice her already exceptional cunnilingus skills, delving deep into Romilda to eek out every last drop of Ron's semen she could, licking up each and every one.
Some twenty minutes later, Harry asked, "Now, how does that taste, Pet?"
"Tastes like cum," Ginny shrugged, "I... I haven't tasted that many blokes, you know."
"Who?"
She shrugged again, looking at the glistening, dripping pussy that still swung a few inches from her face with a numb sort of expression. "You, of course. Neville, when he got his own Runes, and when I got mine. And Lyra. Lilith, I mean, on the night you got this slag."
Harry nodded. He didn't mention that he'd watched through the Succubus' eyes as if he were her. If it really had happened, and Ginny's words indicated it might well have, Lyra already knew, and Ginny wouldn't care. "Did you like it?"
"It's salty. Together, it was just like Mum put too much in the gravy. Not too bad, though."
"And do you feel gross?"
"I feel like a slag."
"Well, you aren't. You're my Pet, and you did what you were told. I reward my Pets, don't I Lyra?"
"You sure do," the Succubus chuckled, giving her penis, still hard and very normal in size and shape so that it only looked a little large on her otherwise human body, a few strokes. "Master loves his Pets."
"Cock…" Romilda panted quietly, burbling a bit past the sticky mess that somehow remained in her mouth.
"So," Harry murmured as he helped Ginny stand, "tomorrow, or next weekend or when we have time, I'll get you a special treat. Hermione's got what I need to do it, I already asked. Let's get you to bed. You going to stay here, Lyra?"
"I think I'll go earn some galleons, actually," Lyra chirped, hopping up and assuming the dressed form of a nondescript human girl of average looks. "You'd be surprised how many of the upper years will pay for a few minutes of pleasure."
Harry blinked. "Er... huh. So... you're prostituting?"
Lyra shrugged, "If you want to think of it like that. Really, I only shag who I want to. A few I'll suck off, but most just get a few really good dreams for their money, like I did before I had your permission to be more open. Have a good night, Pet and Master."
"Night, L- Lyra," Ginny said with a yawn, and didn't bother to collect her own clothing as she stumbled from the room.
Harry followed her to collapse, as naked as she was but with their clothing dropped on the floor of his room and the camera set more gently on the dresser, beside her. Even energized, Harry fell asleep fairly quickly.
Harry slept in only fits and spurts that night, as an again-randy Ginny had climbed onto his cock and ridden him to both waking and climax, then another round, before passing back out herself. A little while later, Hermione and Ron had joined them, and he was once more emptied into their mutual girlfriend while his best mate took her other nether hole at the same time. Both then collapsed in a tangle on the bed.
Yet, when he woke at nearly six, he felt just as rested as if he'd slept for a full eight hours, nightmare-free.
In the night, the tangle had separated only a little, with Hermione on his right and Ginny on his left. Ron, though, was snoring quietly on his sister's other side, and Harry couldn't hide a grin, for his friend's arm was around his sister's waist over her stomach as she lay, quite nude, on her back.
Willing them all to stay asleep, Harry climbed gently from the bed, crossed to the Dungeon still unclothed and not caring one whit, before returning with the camera.
He took just a few shots of all three of them, individually and as a group, before gently lifting Ron's hand to set it down and arrange it gently, as naturally as he could, over Ginny's left breast. Two more pictures followed. Next, he arranged Ginny's hands so that she was covering her own crotch, and her other hand was on the remaining breast, and took a few more.
Carefully, after that, he rearranged them as they'd been when he woke, and made ready for the day.
When he stepped out of his shower, satisfied by Lyra once more, Hermione was gone, all of her clothing and school supplies gathered up. She, he knew, had Ancient Runes. Ginny was throwing on her backpack, stuffed full, and heading for breakfast. "Sorry, Harry, I've got Herbology. See you later."
He and Ron had a free period, but without his two favorite witches there, Harry saw little point in delaying the inevitable. So he gathered his own things and prodded Ron awake before leaving for breakfast.
He was mid-way through his second blow-job of the day with just a few bites of his eggs and toast left, when Hedwig landed in front of him with a rather thick letter in her talons. "Hi girl. Sorry- have I been neglecting you?"
Any reproach the normally jealous owl might have had as she landed vanished the moment he started handing her bacon. Still, it took three full strips before she deposited the letter, and another five before she took off once more for the owlery. "Thanks girl!"
"What did you get?" Hermione asked breathlessly, still a bit shattered from her earlier round with Lyra's tongue beneath the Gryffindor Table.
"Letter," he chuckled, holding it up.
"I can see that," the witch replied saucily, "From whom?"
Harry shrugged as he turned it over, noting the three postage stamps and two scribbled addresses, including one of the 'notorious' Sirius Black. "Huh. Sirius. And a hospital. Odd."
Mr. Potter,
It is unusual for our facility to undertake the testing you requested, but we could not, in good conscience, deny your request for testing in the sample you provided.
How it was still viable while kept in only a single, old-fashioned glass vial I hesitate to guess, but we here at Evelina London pride ourselves on results more than vagaries, and the generous donations made by yourself and your caretaker, Mr. Black, could not be ignored.
As a result, we did perform several tests on the sample. I have summarized the results below, and included each of the reports on the individual tests run based on the symptoms described in the earlier letter.
Harry read through a total of four pages, each with, if he estimated right, more than twenty-five various tests that had been done, before he had to set down the larger sheaf of reports and finish off the last page, which was only half-full before the letter resumed.
If the individual in question (is it an individual?) is still alive, it is likely they will remain so for the foreseeable future. However, the earlier treatment is begun, the healthier the individual will likely be for the remainder of their lives.
I should emphasize that our testing is not conclusive, and that to ensure the wellbeing of the individual from whom the sample was obtained, that individual should report in-person to their nearest medical provider with this report. Furthermore, the person and their family should also expect a long treatment.
In recent years, we have made great strides in treating the sort of illness this sample seems to suggest, but we cannot diagnose properly with only a single blood-sample of dubious origin, no matter the donation(s) given.
Yours,
Doctor Marissa Thorpe, MBBS, MRCP (London)
"The Royal College of London? What've you done, Harry?" Hermione asked, having clearly read over his shoulder, though she was finished by the time he was just done with the second to last paragraph.
"It's for- the younger sister," he demurred quietly, raising his eyes toward the Slytherin table briefly. He couldn't see either Astoria or Daphne there, however, and gathered up the shipment for more in-depth research or handing off to one of them as quickly as possible. "The- well, I shouldn't say. It's not my place."
"Fine," Hermione huffed, pushing her last few bites of toast away as Ron, half-asleep still, staggered in for his repast, "I've got to get to Runes anyway. We should get our homework done after Arithmancy if we can, so we have as much time to play afterward as possible."
"Alright," he agreed with an easy shrug. He'd never been particularly studious, but somehow, at about the same time as he'd summoned Lilith the previous year, Harry had found the homework portion of his school work significantly easier to do, despite all the distractions. He didn't feel smarter in any way. No... if anything, the young wizard had to chalk it up to motivation.
"Mornin' Mate," Ron said as he sank into his seat. The groan of his first bite, already into his mouth, coincided fully with the eager and invisible Lyra engulfing the taller boy's penis, as usual.
Harry grinned as he finished stowing the massive letter into its original packaging and shoved the lot into his bag. Now, if ever, would be a great time to tell Ron his new plan. "Gotta go talk to the Slytherins during DADA if I can. Potions if not. This letter's for- well, something to do with them."
Ron looked sideways at him, "Need-" he swallowed, "Need backup?"
"I'll be fine," Harry chuckled, "I'm going to talk to Daphne in class if I can. Pansy if not her, just to relay the message."
Ron nodded, but didn't say anything else as he took another bite.
Harry leaned across the table briefly to give Ginny a soft peck, waved goodbye to his friends, and headed out. Maybe he could catch one in the halls?
As it turned out, Harry did not need backup. He did not find either of the Slytherins he was looking for in the halls before classes. Daphne, he thought, might well have been in Ancient Runes with Hermione, but Pansy wasn't to be found either. Nor, when he glanced back in toward the end of breakfast, was she in the Great Hall.
While looking around, however, the wizard observed several students petting or necking rather heavily in the halls- behavior he hadn't seen since late last year. "Lilith," he thought intently to his Succubus companion, and was rewarded with her own close-up view of what had to be Ginny's spread-open labia as she listened to his mental message, "Is it you making everyone so... well, horny, all the time?"
"I expect so Master," the Succubus replied, "Aside from you and your friends, of course. Most of my kind, myself included, have a power you've heard me refer to before called Aura of Arousal. It's fairly passive, we simply exude an energy of sex and lust at all times, as I'm sure you've noticed. For most people, it's barely noticeable most of the time, but the longer one is exposed... well, it doesn't take that long to start noticing differences. I can try to suppress it if it's a problem, but I can't do it indefinitely."
"No," Harry thought back, amused as two Ravenclaw girls in, he guessed, their seventh year argue who was the better kisser with a gob-smacked Hufflepuff as old as they were, and alternate trying to prove it, escalating all the while.
That, right out in the hallways on the first basement floor, half-way to the Hufflepuff Common Room.
"No, I think we should keep it. It... won't get too many people in trouble, will it? With the teachers, I mean?"
"It's not like Fog of Lust," Lilith replied, again filling his mind with images of his other pet climaxing into her-their mouth while she did so, "People can control it, control themselves. They mostly just want to less, and are thinking about sex even more than before. Your teachers aren't immune, either."
Harry grinned at the thought. Some, like Dumbledore, Slughorn, and McGonagall, were far too old for Harry to be thinking about that way, but some, like Professors Vector or Sinistra, were quite fit regardless of their age. But his pleasant musings of some forbidden teacher-student romance were dashed from his mind when he saw Draco Malfoy, without either of his two usual goons or the other Slytherins that occasionally hung around him, glancing furtively about as he moved quickly and quietly through the crowded hall.
Harry frowned. "Tell Ron I might've been wrong about the backup, but I'll call if I need help. Trailing Malfoy- he's up to something."
"Yes, Master... gods, her squirt tastes good, doesn't it...?"
Harry smiled once more at his naughty Succubus' words even as he ducked around a statue and threw his invisibility cloak over his shoulders, then started following Malfoy as quickly as he could without bumping into other students.
The first classes had already begun, Runes included, when he figured out where Malfoy had gone. He'd thought he had lost track on the seventh floor, where far fewer students were moving about, when he realized that his search pattern trying to pick up the trail was...
Well, right in front of a tapestry depicting a man trying to train seven trolls to ballet-dance.
He's in the Room of Requirement. What's he doing in there...? Trysting? He had plenty of problems with Pansy. How he got it up for Umbridge of all people last year... ugh. I mean... eww. But still, what else could he be doing...?
But try as he might, Harry couldn't think of any combinations that would get the Room to open, so, frustrated and annoyed, he headed down to Defense, having quite forgotten about the letter in his bag.
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