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Chap. 37: Physical Entrancement?

On Monday morning, Harry woke to familiar pleasure as an orgasm approached, and opened his eyes to see who was riding him. His glasses were still on his head, but askew, so he took a moment to adjust them and focus downward. There was crusted semen all over the arsehole and cheeks of the girl, and the strangely hollow feeling between his legs even as pleasure mounted hinted that the girl could only be Romilda. She had taken his whole length easily, despite his head pushing past her cervix, too. Moreover, the strange hollow feeling in his balls indicated that she had been mounting him for most of the night.

Yet, he didn't feel flagged, only very satisfied as her young rump, splattered with both his and Ron's seed over the hour before they'd both passed out, rose and fell on his stomach, and he looked down to see her slurping, too, on Ron's half-erect dick, though the red-head was still quite asleep, and seemed much more spent.

"I think he's tapped out," Harry chuckled quietly.

Then he jumped as Romilda's dark eyes looked up from Ron's dick. "Harry... you're awake... please, please fuck me! I'm so tired... I need your cock..."

She did look exhausted, with black circles under her eyes, but her gaze was still... aware, somehow, in a way it hadn't been in days. "Er... Romilda?"

"Harry... please! I've got to have your cock! Fuck me hard!"

"Um, I am. Er... well, I'm in you, anyway," he said reasonably.

Her body never stopped, but she shook her head, "No, I... I'm tired, but I can't stop... please, Harry... Can I stop moving and let you do it? Please? I'll be good. I'll do anything you want... let me cum, let me sleep..."

"Er, alright." He pushed upright, pulling out just long enough to take a position doggy-style behind her, and started thrusting as Romilda whimpered, letting her torso lower to the bed and her eyes close as a soft, blissful expression fell over her exhausted face.

"Er, Lilith? I think Romilda's awake... she was talking. Like, listening and responding. Still just wants 'cock' though."

The reply was a moment coming, but a fresh-looking, full-Succubus Lilith walked into the room a few seconds later, her bony heels clacking on the floor, "Ah, I see, Master. Welcome back, Romilda Vane... did you enjoy your time as a fuck-toy?"

"It was amazing," Romilda exhaled without opening her eyes, "I've never felt so free! But I can't stop, I have to have more dicks, more cum. Always more, but I'm so tired..."

"Okay, Romilda... let our Master fuck you good and hard, then I'll let you sleep, okay? You've done well. Now please Master."

"No," Harry chuckled, "I'll let her rest. You can just be a toy again, Romilda. Here..."

He started hammering in, making her small body bounce against the frame, as Lilith, looking downward, fingered her pussy with a smile on her face. "She'll always want you and Ron the most, but any dick will do it for her. Really, any pleasure. The craving will settle over the next day or so, I expect, until she's just got a bad case of nymphomania, as far as anyone can tell. She'd have made a half-decent candidate for your little group, but I'm afraid what's happened with her has ruined any usefulness as far as things other than sex."

Harry frowned, but he felt the orgasm returning fast, "Still- still good for that, though. I can't believe she's still tight, as much as we've both been stretching her."

"Vaginas are quite elastic, Master," Lilith told him, "but I also helped her out with a minor healing Rune. She'll always heal fast, including returning to her normal size in a few minutes. It was the least I could do to help make up for everything."

As Harry spilled himself into the small body once more, Romilda sighed, smacked her lips, and seemed to drift away to sleep. After he'd withdrawn, Lilith waved her hands over the girl's head, then tapped her forehead, then reached down to insert a finger into her pussy, before pulling it, still covered in carapace, out. "Yes, she's finished healing. As much as she ever will. I'll miss her at my beck and call- she was useful to entertain myself while you were in classes I didn't take- but we should probably get her back into the student body."

"Erm... how're we going to do that? She's been 'missing' for almost two weeks. If she suddenly shows up..."

"Already got it worked out, Master," Lilith said standing up again, "Once she wakes up- probably tomorrow, if I don't miss my guess- I'll take her down to the forest and assume the form of some creature that wouldn't mind shagging a human girl, and let her loose post-coitus. Once she wanders into Hogsmeade or back to the castle, people should assume she's been a prisoner, and escaped. I'll plant a suggestion in her so that when she tries to tell people, she'll remember us as centaurs or aranea, or something."

Harry frowned. "Isn't that... wrong?"

"Pinning it on them? Nah. Well, I suppose I could say 'an Incubus had her', but that's a little too close to home, and your Headmaster might figure it out, don't you think? Besides, so far as I know Aranea are mostly as mindless as children, but still enjoy whatever 'fluids' then can get. Right?"

"Mm. I see your point. Well, if you think it's best..."

Harry was showered and stepping into his fresh trousers when Daphne woke, followed closely by Tracey as she froze, clutching the smaller girl to her chest at the unfamiliar surroundings. "Relax," Harry told her reassuringly, "It's just me- remember yesterday? I'm not going to assault you. But, um... not that I mind the view, but... it's a class day."

"I can't believe we fell asleep," Daphne chided herself as she flung her body off the bed and dashed for her discarded skirt and knickers.

"I can," the much sleepier Tracey said with a grin, "That was amazing."

They left without remembering the younger sister, though Harry knew he had time to wait for her to wake up. Though once breakfast is half-over, I'm going to make a run for supplies for the three of us. We should eat something.

Harry was wondering, at dinner, when 'Lyra' would do what she'd said and return Romilda Vane to the student body when the girl appeared, stark naked and still covered in dried jizz, dirt, leaves, and twigs, staggering into the Great Hall.

Even Professor McGonagall, always quick to impose discipline, could do little but stare as most of the male student body got their fill of admiring the petite fifth-year for several seconds.

Then a loud, sharp, "Honestly!" rang out from across the table from Harry, and Hermione conjured a series of soft, white robes that quickly enveloped the girl a moment before she collapsed.

That seemed to spur the staff into action as the Hall erupted into loud cries of surprise and exclamations, spouting off one theory or another about where the girl must have been, and no few cries of annoyance that Hermione had 'covered up the show'.

Cries which, Harry noted, mostly came from blokes who showed significantly less respect to their 'conquests' than he did.

Romilda was quickly taken to the Hospital Wing and sequestered while numerous magical tests and examinations were performed. Thinking about those gave Harry a sense of strange anxiety, but no one cornered him or any of his friends, as far as he knew, about the incident aside from McGonagall thanking Hermione and giving her a full hundred points for acting when most of the staff were too stunned to do so.

Harry and Ron both, he suspected, thought the girl's blush wasn't so much one of pride, but hidden shame as, so far as she knew, Hermione herself had been one of the last to 'make use' of the girl's state for her own pleasure.

The other missing girl, Mandy Brocklehurst, was still nowhere to be found. That too caused most of the whispers and rumors surrounding what had happened to Romilda to be rather darker than most would have thought. The other large factor in that was just how long the fifth-year was in the Hospital Wing for.

Most injuries could be healed in moments or a few hours, maybe overnight. Significant ones, like those Harry routinely got, might take a few days.

But she was still locked away, no visitors allowed, and Harry had heard that even the girl's distraught parents had been turned away for the time being on Friday night.

Which meant that the homework, his anyway, was done. Ron's, a glance to his right told him, was almost there. Ginny had maybe an hour to go. Hermione, of course, had worked so far ahead while waiting for the others to finish that she had three feet or more on a fifteen-inch assignment.

Lyra, though, was in the dungeon, waiting for them. They had agreed, between them, that no one would get any kind of sex until all the homework was complete, so that no one felt left out.

Which annoyed Harry, since he'd worked hard to finish early throughout the week, but he could live. He didn't have to spend every waking moment shagging, right? It was just fun to do so when able. Which he now was... aside from that agreement.

"I'm going to go talk to Lyra," Harry said, shaking his head and ignoring Ron's muttered reply.

"Yeah, talk..."

Yet that was what he intended. He found the Succubus not in the form of the student, but in her own natural, six-foot and change, true form. She was carefully pulling on one of the many ropes that suspended the now well broken-in swing which hung on all four corners with not just the sturdy, light ropes, but also, he could see, elastic sections on all four of the main lines. "Um... you have something fun planned?"

"I do, Master," the Succubus grinned over her shoulder at him, lowering a wing so he could see her face a bit better. "We talked about adding Runes to give your friends access to some of my soul, right? The soul-sharing ritual?"

His eyebrows rose as he continued to note that most of the rest of the room was rearranged now that Romilda was gone. In fact, almost all of the furniture had been pushed to the sides, even the large bed, and only the couch and two smaller chairs surrounded the far side of the swing's lower end in a U shape. "This needs the swing?"

"Not precisely," she shook her head, moving to check and adjust another line, "but it'll be easier. We don't know what powers your friends might get, after all. If they get even more enhanced strength, or something, having the swing will help keep them contained until they get used to it. There's other reasons, of course, but it's mostly as a precaution."

"Hm.. Okay. Well... who're we going to do tonight?"

Lilith shrugged, then turned toward the couch, beckoning him to sit with her tail, "That's up to you, Master. You know the rest will do as they're told. Er, as you suggest."

Harry rolled his eyes at the presumed malleability of his rather stubborn friends, but had to admit that his leverage over the group was rather significant these days. "Okay, then who do you recommend?"

Again, the Succubus shrugged, moving both her wings and shoulders before leaning back, carefully folding tail and wing before throwing one ankle over a knee in a most un-ladylike fashion, "There are pros and cons either way. If Ron is first, we're following 'tradition', and he's most likely to have a combat-related power, given what I know of his nature. But most likely doesn't mean will, only a greater chance of it. The downside is that it could make either of the girls jealous, and this will wear me down. I'll be tired for at least a week, probably two. Tired enough that even mustering my daily dose of your delicious sperm will be hard, at least at first."

"Okay... I can see that. What about the others?"

"Ginny... she's your other Pet, and if anything, I lean toward her because of that, but she's also the most willful of the lot, and the most willing to seek pleasure outside our little group."

Harry frowned. "R- really? Has- has she?"

Lilith shook her head, the long, pink hair waving, "No, not yet. She was a virgin for you, remember, and so far you and Neville- and myself- are the only cocks she's had. But she's more willing than Hermione with females, and there are several blokes she wouldn't mind a roll with, now that she's awake to the pleasures of the flesh. My thrall, Dean Thomas, is one."

Harry nodded again, "Bet he'd like that, though."

Lilith agreed, "Probably, though she's getting a little old for his most preferred tastes. He still fancies her, and wants Hermione after last week, not that I blame him. At any rate, if Ginny gets a lust-related power, I can bet she'll use it more often than not to get what she wants, and she really likes sex."

This made Harry frown thoughtfully. Do I even care, though? I know she's loyal to me. She's my Pet. And I don't care if she shags Neville. Hell, I want her to shag her brother. ... No, I don't think I care. As long as she's unable to catch a disease, and doesn't get pregnant with some other bloke's kid, I don't care. Let her. "Okay. Hermione?"

"Similar, but in a different way. She... well, every single night since it's happened, she's dreamed of that morning in your dormitory, when we both blew everyone there. She won't necessarily sleep around, but she might stray a bit that way. It's almost weird, how much that girl enjoys sucking cock. But with Hermione, likely in the same way Ron's was, there'll be a mental power. Er, with Ginny, I'd guess it's also mental, but in a more subtle way, to make use of her natural cunning. Hermione's will likely be fairly direct."

Harry frowned. "Okay. Could we do it with Neville, too? What about others?"

"There's little reason we couldn't, but remember that it does cost me to do this. Costs both of us, really, since it also weakens- at least temporarily- my ability to protect you. Of course, the more you add to this group of people means the more you're bringing in to our little group, and the greater the risk someone will spill everything, whether on accident or on purpose."

"And we don't want that," Harry muttered to himself. So far, the list was safe. He'd have bet anything that Hermione, Ginny, Ron, and Neville were entirely loyal. But how many others could he say that about?

"Okay, so just us for now, and Neville probably last."

"Exactly. Given what we've discussed, any preference?"

Harry shook his head, "Not really. What exactly does the ritual entail?"

It took nearly twenty minutes for the Succubus to finish explaining, and as Harry looked up to see Ron standing in the doorway just as pale-faced as he probably was, he gulped and said, "Well, not Ron first, for sure. Um.. does it... really take all that?"

Lilith grinned, following his gaze, "Why, does the thought make you queasy, Master?"

"W- well..."

"You don't have to accept the power-up that taking on an aspect of my kind would give you, Ron," she reminded them, "and no one would think less of you. But, since Master is my Contractor, he has to supply a fair bit for the ritual, including that. You don't have to eat it or anything, but it will be absorbed into your body anyway. But it's fine if you want to go later, or last. You don't have to do it at all."

Ron swallowed, nodding. "Er... okay. I'll... I'll just think about it for a while, yeah? The girls are... yeah, they can go first. Er... will I have to... with Ginny?"

Harry let him enter the room fully and waited for the door to swing mostly closed before he looked to Lilith, who shook her head, "No, not unless you want to. With the vitality you possess, the loyalty, the courage, they could help make her power more potent, but if you aren't comfortable with it it isn't necessary. Master and and I can do it with just us the core group, but the more participants we have, the more powerful each Rune series will be, which will allow a wider bridge to my soul's fragment. That, in turn, allows the person bearing said fragment to more fully develop the powers they obtain from it.

"Think of it like... a hallway. If a hallway is narrow, only a few people can fit through it. That's what happens with just Master and I, and is sufficient to power a small Rune-set like you all now have. It works, the power or powers are still gained, can be used, but if the hallway is wider, more people can go through, and more of my people's magic can be used in turn."

"Makes sense," Harry said.

Ron frowned, nodding, "I... yeah. I don't want to see my sister shag like, everyone. Bad enough Harry, Neville and Hermione do it."

"And me," Lilith reminded him, smacking her lips, "that's girl's cunt is delicious."

Ron shuddered, turning pale, "Er, r- right. I'll, um, take- take your word for it. Er... so that's what, Harry, Hermione, and you? Three?"

Harry, though, frowned. "You said more is better. Would Ginny want more? Would she care?"

Lilith smiled again, "Looks like you've decided on Pet Two tonight, Master. Yes, more would make the connection stronger, but isn't necessary. You should ask her. There are other prospects of course, if she's interested and you don't mind, Master."

"What if I mind?" Ron asked sullenly, but didn't protest when the others ignored him.

A whispered conversation out in the common room sent Harry and Ron, the latter somewhat reluctantly, on a pair of quests while Lilith informed the two studying girls of the change in venue that bringing in more members to the party would require.

The first person Harry found on the Marauder's Map was Neville, which was fortunate, because it also told him that there was more to be gained, if Hannah was willing. Unless he missed his guess, the two students were in a broom closet on the fifth floor, and judging by their footprints, Neville was entertaining his girlfriend rather vigorously from behind.

In fact, since the halls were mostly empty with the older students studying and the younger playing, Harry was comfortable enough to listen in for a few seconds until he was good and hard before knocking. He laughed at the loud bangs and quiet cursing that followed, and chuckled once more when a tentative, badly-disguised voice called, "No one in here."

"I know it's you," Harry said, glancing up and down the corridor again to make sure it was empty, "There's no one out here. Get dressed, both of you. Got a question with some urgency."

He gave them a few minutes, delighting in their combined annoyance and embarrassment before Neville, red-faced but standing proudly, and Hannah, pink-cheeked and looking quite disheveled but otherwise dressed (aside from the knickers he could see behind both of them on a bucket, bright yellow in color), opened the door and stepped part-way out.

"What's so important, Harry?" Neville muttered, wincing as Hannah gave him a slap on the shoulder.

"Well, I couldn't help but hear you two," Harry smiled innocently, "as I was passing by, and I thought you might like to have a little fun with more."

Hannah looked him up and down, and said quietly, "Honestly, Harry, Neville's kind of wearing me out these days. It's like I created a monster. I don't know if I can handle you, too. Don't get me wrong, I want to, but..."

Harry checked the hall again, then leaned in, "I wasn't talking about just me."

Neville's eyes widened, though not as far as the blonde Hufflepuff's. "What? What do you mean?"

"Well, there will be others there. Lyra. Ginny. Hermione. Ron. Maybe one or two more."

Hannah swallowed, hard, "You- you mean like... like an orgy?"

The last word was hissed so quietly, even Harry's enhanced hearing barely caught it, but he smiled. "I guess so, if that's the word for it. But with a purpose. There's a ritual we want to try, and the more people we have the better. Of course, if you don't want to participate, you don't have to. I won't force either of you. I'm just asking if you do want to."

"When?" Neville asked, confused.

"In about an hour," Harry shrugged, "'soon as we can get the people together. You in?"

"Sure," Neville shrugged, wincing harder when Hannah slapped his shoulder again.

"Neville! I can't believe you're talking about... about cheating on me, and right in front of me!"

His retort was cut short by an angry look from Harry. "He's not."

"But you want him to- to participate in this! I mean, I know he's- he's been with others, but..."

Hannah's crestfallen look told Harry more than she could have suspected. He shook his head, then replied quietly, "Hannah, it's not like that. You said yourself he's wearing you out- there's a reason for that. One we can maybe rectify in a couple weeks with a different ritual, we'll have to see. Besides, you're being a bit hypocritical after giving me your first time, not him, and then what we just did a couple days ago. As far as the group dynamics go, mostly it depends on you and how things go tonight. Can we discuss this in a classroom? Hell, the broom closet's a better place, even if the halls are pretty dead right now."

"Y- yes, that's probably a good idea," the girl muttered, turning to lead the way down the corridor to a classroom, peek inside, then beckon them in.

After Neville disappeared after her, Harry smiled, ducked inside the broom closet, snagged the knickers and stuffed them into a pocket of his robes before following.

When he entered, Neville was trying to explain in halting, low tones exactly what had been going on without giving too much away, but Harry shrugged, "Let me, Nev. Okay, Hannah, here's the thing. Yes, we've been practicing sex magic of a sort. You've probably guessed that. No, nothing 'dark', at least not in the sense of Death Eaters or whatever. I hope you know I'd never do that."

She nodded grimly, folding her arms beneath her plentiful chest but said nothing.

"Okay, so me, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and yes, Neville, in that order, have all done one type of ritual. That's why Neville's had so much... energy, lately. Lyra was the one that taught me about them, sort of. We've actually known each other a bit longer than the summer, but I can't explain fully how yet. I trust you, but it's not my secret to tell, not really. That's the ritual I think we can have you do, if you're interested, in a couple weeks. There are reasons we can't do it now, before you ask, and I'll explain more before we do anything tonight. But the ritual tonight will be like... the second stage, an evolution almost, of the one we did before. We're performing it for Ginny. We don't really know what it'll do, but we know it'll give her some kind of rare magic. Something most people can't do. We all, you two, if you're up for it, included, will be performing the ritual around her. Yes, it's more sex magic. Yes, that means you'll be having sex in view of other people. Ideally with other people. But not cheating. Not unless it was 'cheating' when you asked me to help teach Neville that night, or it was 'cheating' when you were practicing in the broom closets with a disguised voice."

Neville blinked, and Hannah flushed.

Clearly, she hadn't told him that.

"Look, I'm sorry, that's a conversation you will apparently need to have later. Not everyone there will have sex with everyone there. That's fine. But if you participate, you'll likely be with at least two people. You can always refuse someone- no one that goes will force you. But once we start, we can't really stop, so you'll need to stay for the duration, which could be a few hours. Taking a Pepper-Up or an Invigorating Draught might help tonight if you're tired, but I'm not sure where you'd get one on short notice."

"Professor Sprout keeps a few for minor colds and things," Hannah said casually, though she was still visibly annoyed, "if I wanted one I could get one."

"Okay, good to know," Harry admitted, "anyway, it's only 'cheating', to me, if you're going behind someone's back. In this case, both of you know going in what you're getting into. No cheating involved. That's up to you.

"Part two, the other ritual, would involve yourself as the recipient, Neville as your boyfriend, myself for... well, reasons, and at least one other person, maybe of your choosing, maybe not. Again, though, that's entirely up to you, and we probably can't even do it for at least a week, probably two, maybe even three. We'll definitely do it on a weekend if you want it, though. It can be... intense."

"I'll say," Neville murmured, clearly remembering how wild he'd been after having the first Rune or three inscribed on his flesh.

Hannah looked at the other boy for a moment, then back at Harry, clearly thinking hard. "You... you say it'll give Ginny more magic? And this... this thing that's changed Neville, I can get the same kind of thing?"

Harry nodded, trying to hide a sudden grin but not entirely succeeding, "Yes."

"Alright. I'm- I'm in. Go shag your other girls, Neville, but don't come crying to me if you get jealous I'm shagging other blokes. And to be clear, this is a thing for tonight only. I'm not sure if I'm... I'm not sure how I'll take it."

Harry grinned, "Alright. Meet me at the Room of Requirement at... nine-thirty. If I'm not around, ask for the 'Fun Room'. It should open. There could be others there already."

"O- Okay," Neville nodded. The two were whispering animatedly to each other when Harry slipped from the classroom. He had at least one more stop to make.

Too bad Cho and Marietta aren't here anymore, nor Alicia, he mused as he made his way to the Gryffindor Common Room, they'd have been fun additions. And Romilda's still trapped in the Hospital Wing, or I'd add her. There are probably others I can grab, but... two candidates I'm sure will be down.

He found the first one drawing, as was often his habit after a long day of school, on one of the better-lit tables of the Common Room, surrounded by a raucous noise of students younger and older alike. "Dean. Got a minute? I'd like to talk to you and Seamus, up in the dorm. Also, that's amazing. You're a damned good artist, you know that?"

Dean pulled his hands back to reveal the warrior-woman astride a hippogriff as it soared over what looked like the black lake on Hogwarts grounds, a soaring castle in the background with her sword raised high, "Thanks. I should be finished with it tomorrow if you want to stop by. And sure, I can take a break. My hand's starting to hurt anyway. Oi, Seamus!"

No one answered at first, but after a little while, a seventh-year Harry didn't know well pointed toward the boy's stairs, "Think he went up to try and make rum again in peace."

"Thanks," Dean said with a grin as he closed his note pad up and stowed the quill away.

Less than a minute later, Harry followed the tall, dark-skinned boy into the room to find Seamus not trying to make rum out of water or pumpkin juice, but having a good wank. "'El! At leas' knock!"

"Stow it," Harry laughed, stepping around the embarrassed Dean as he shut the door, "Not like we haven't seen your 'shillelagh', remember? Anyway, I got something to ask you two. You're still virgins, right?"

"Nah," both said at once, but Seamus turned a bit pink.

Harry pointed in his direction, smiling, "I don't believe you. Dean, maybe."

He, of course, knew it wasn't true since Lilith had seen as much in the boy's mind before fucking him herself, but saw no reason to embarrass him. "Anyway, like I said, put it away. We're gonna fix that tonight."

Seamus bolted upright and threw open the curtains, still pointing at the sky. Dean hid his eyes again as he made his way to his bed and put his art supplies away. "Really?"

"Really," Harry nodded, "Both of you. Well, more."

"Hermione's gonna join in with Lyra, then? Don' get me wrong, I've really liked the morning wake-up if you know what I mean, but... damn, it's hard stoppin' there!"

"Oh, I know," Harry laughed, "but tonight, you might just get both- and some others. If you're good."

"What do we need to do?" Dean asked seriously, sitting on his bed.

"Yeah, tell us, mate!"

Harry smiled, "First, shower- you'll want to be clean. Soon as I leave. Second, be at the Room of Requirement at nine-thirty."

"'At only gives us an hour and a half 'till curfew," Seamus protested.

"Only if you get caught," Harry smiled, "and I, for one, don't plan on leaving the Room tonight. Might bring clothes for tomorrow."

"Good idea," Dean murmured, leaning over for his trunk.

"Anyway, rule three. Be polite. Ask before you give it to anyone. If they say no, that's it. Don't be a dick, same as with Lyra in the mornings. Rule four: no one not there ever hears about this. If we get caught, I'm blaming you. And you'll never be invited to one of these little parties again. Get me?"

"You're throwin' a sex party?" Seamus whispered loudly.

"Sure am. It won't be the last, either. But if you play your cards right, you can go to more than just this one. So behave. No fighting, either, for what it's worth. Rule, uh, six: if I tell you it's time to go, I mean it. Don't make me force you. Rule seven... um... never mind, I guess that- no, wait, this one's really important. Almost as important as not talking about it afterward- because you never know who's invisible, listening. Rule seven: Don't, I repeat, do not, ejaculate inside someone unless they have given you express permission to do so before you do. Is that clear? If I find you've gotten someone pregnant... I'll fucking cut your balls off. Clear?"

Both Dean and Seamus looked up at Harry with surprise and laughter at first, then paled- yes, even Dean- at the look in his eyes.

"C- Clear," both said.

"Alright," Harry smiled then, clapping his hands, "Shower, bring a change of clothes, nine-thirty. That's about twenty minutes, so hurry."

"Fekk yeah," Seamus whispered, dashing past Harry in his rush to get to the showers.

"Oh, and Dean?"

The other boy looked up from his trunk, clothes in hand, "Lyra might call this a favor you owe her... keep both him and you quiet, and you'll keep getting rewarded, alright?"

"Yes, Master," Dean whispered, his eyes flashing white. Then he shook his head, stood up, and followed his best friend into the showers.

"Good to know that worked," Harry murmured to himself as he stepped out of the room. He had some preparations to do in the Room with Ron now that his first errand was done.

(O)(O)(O)

In deference to Ginny's tastes, Harry and Ron had elected to give her the kind of place for the ritual that would have shocked most people: a replica of the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch. The only change, aside from the fact that both now knew that even walking to the far wall would break the illusion of the wide space, was the addition of a 'mattress' of cloud-stuff that gave just enough to be soft, yet was stable enough to walk on easily. It wasn't at all wet, but proved surprisingly comfortable.

It was dark in the Room when they stepped out, the 'sky' above lit only by stars and a waxing quarter-moon, but the misty 'bed' reflected both enough to show the faintest shade of green in the false grass.

Out in the halls, there were still a few students heading to or from one place or another, but this late most of the students were older, and those dwindled quickly since the vast majority were either working on school-work or more carnal activities. The curfew for N.E.W.T.-level students was ten-thirty, but most were in their Common Rooms long before that.

They only had to wait a few minutes before Hermione, Ginny and Lyra came up the staircase nearby, chatting animatedly about some facet of magic that seemed to fascinate all three. Without a word, the two boys followed the girls into the room, closing the door behind them in a 'tunnel' space that would have been where the Gryffindor Locker Room was.

Ginny was the first to spot the room's appearance, and she stopped mid-step, stunned. "The... the Pitch. It's perfect. Thank you!"

The snog she gave Harry would have curled his toes even a few weeks ago, but still sent a powerful quiver through his body as he leaned low to return the favor, "You're welcome, Pet. But the bed and pitch were Ron's idea. Thank him too."

She flushed, but nodded, "I will... maybe not the same way."

Then she and the other girls left Harry and Ron alone again to wait for the others the ginger started explaining one feature they'd added, then the next. It didn't shock him that Seamus and Dean were the next to arrive, both still moist from their showers, but he bade them to wait outside for 'just a few minutes' with him, taking much amusement from Seamus' visible nervousness.

Finally, Hannah and Neville arrived, and he smiled, standing up from his lean against the wall, "Okay, that's everyone."

Then, with a final look around the otherwise empty hall, he opened the door once more, followed the others in, and locked the door from the inside. Something, he knew, that would prevent anyone without the exact specifications of the Room of Requirement's current configuration from opening it from the outside. At least, not without blowing the wall open, and he doubted that would work given the strange non-space the Room seemed to occupy.

After all, he'd paced off the space between the unused rooms on either side. Twenty feet between the other rooms did not allow a ninety foot tall, six-hundred square-foot room with illusion-covered walls inside. No way at all... without magic.

"So, er, wh- how's everyone doin'?" Seamus asked softly once they, too, had come out onto the pitch to see the girls and Ron now seated on the cloud-bed, Ginny looking a bit nervous too.

"Great," Harry said, and he meant it. He felt alive somehow in a way that only sex could give him, but they hadn't even started. The very anticipation of this night and what it could mean for him, for all of them, had his nerves buzzing with anticipation. "So... again, to remind everyone, this is mostly about Ginny. You're allowed to do as you will so long as it doesn't infringe on someone else's fun. Lyra is in charge, though, since she's the one that'll mostly be performing the ritual. So, um... any questions? Should we get started?"

"I'm ready," Ginny murmured softly, looking wide-eyed at the variety of people in the room, one of whom she had been dating until quite recently. Now, if Dean had his way, Harry was sure they'd be lovers, too, even though Ginny had broken it off with him because he wanted more than she would give to anyone but Harry himself.

"Excellent," Lyra said tenderly, "then I'll get things started, shall I?" Then she leaned in toward Ginny and lifted a hand to her jawline, pressing in with a gentle kiss that nonetheless bore the smaller witch to the 'bed' with a soft moan.

Though Lyra and Ginny soon began snogging in earnest, Harry was distracted by watching the other six teens share one awkward, shy look after another. He couldn't really blame them, he didn't exactly know where to begin, either. Starting in on Ginny or Lyra would be fun, and of course he had plenty of himself to go around, but he didn't want to leave the two established 'couples' to their own devices, because that would further leave Seamus and Dean hanging.

But what could he do to get things started?

For a moment of several, he debated asking Hermione to show Hannah how she had entertained the whole dorm the previous week. He didn't want to scare the blonde girl off, or give her the wrong idea of what this was all about, so he quickly changed his mind.

Then a flash of inspiration hit him. It was still risky, but less so, he hoped.

The problem wasn't necessarily that his friends were scared to begin (nervous might be a better word), it was more a lack of knowing how. They were, for the most part, eager to participate, but either didn't want to seem too forward, or... no, that was likely the main thing.

The solution, then?

Some kind of ice-breaker.

Hmm... I wonder if...

"Hermione?"

The girl jumped, quickly turning her eyes to him, aside from a longing glance in Ron's direction, "Yes?"

"Not that it's a competition, but can you tell me the names of every guy you've given head to?"

Her look of shock made him laugh as she exclaimed, "Harry!"

"Relax, Hermione," he said placatingly, "We're all friends here. Besides, it's not like Hannah's a blushing virgin. She was the first human to blow me, in fact."

"Still," his best friend retorted, red-faced, "you can't just ask me that!"

Voice much more calm, yet strangely challenging, Hannah started talking, "Harry, of course, and obviously Neville. But most of mine I don't know the names of, or who they are. Most of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team I think, three guys on one night last year that I think were in Ravenclaw, and a few Gryffindors. All told, not counting guys I've blown more than once, I think I'm at... seventeen men? Something like that."

Neville's mouth fell open along with most of the others in the room. "S- Seventeen?"

"I think so," the witch replied, turning a defiant look toward Neville, "I told you I'd practiced before you with other blokes. Why, is it a problem that I wanted that practice so that when the one I fancied finally noticed me, I could keep him happy?"

"Er, N- No, of course not. I just... seventeen..."

"Yes," Hannah shot back at once, "And at your urging, I asked Harry to pop my cherry so you didn't have to hurt me, and the two of you are the only ones I've been with, and I stopped practicing the moment we got together. At least, practicing on anyone else."

"It's fine," Neville hurriedly returned, "It... It isn't like I've, um... been... ex- exclusive..."

Sensing imminent danger, Harry interjected, "For the rituals. Mostly. He's been with..."

"Everyone here?"

Both Harry and Neville nodded.

"Well, if you're shagging three other girls behind my back, I don't see a problem with me spreading my legs for every bloke here!"

"That- that's not the-"

Harry put a hand on Neville's shoulder and he went silent, "I don't think he's disagreeing with you, Hannah. It is 'fair'. I think what Neville is trying to say- and correct me if I'm wrong here- is that you don't know the whole story.

"If you do this, it's not a one-time thing. It's not just an intense, one-time bit of youthful fun anymore. If you do this ritual... well, I'm not saying there's no going back, but..."

It was Hermione, quiet and low, who finished the thought, "You'll be one of us, Hannah. Not just our friend, but, well, we will be expecting you to do more than just keep our activities secret. We will expect you to participate again. Neville... would have to get used to the idea of you regularly being with other people, and you will need to do the same for him. Unless you or he decide to break things off with each other, he'll still be your boyfriend. That doesn't have to change. The rest..."

Hermione looked toward the other two Gryffindor boys in turn, and Harry held up a hand to forestall her, "The same won't apply to Seamus and Dean. Theirs is a one-time offer. It might get made again in the future, and it might not. You two will get a great night, maybe tomorrow too, and in return Ginny gets her new magic, and this ritual never happened."

"Wha'?" Seamus blurted, "We're gonna have a roll with a fine set of birds, an' we can't even tell no one?"

"No," Harry said firmly, "you can't. Go spreading this around, tell one person not already in the room, and every single person here will make your life hell. Play by the rules, and this probably won't be the last time. So, as you put it, you could 'roll with a set of fine birds' more than once, or we do our best to ruin you. You tell me if that's worth it."

Seamus looked to Dean for support or help, but the taller boy was now focused on the two girls making out on the misty 'bed', where Lyra had a hand inside Ginny's blouse over her chest, and the witch in turn had pulled up Lyra's skirt and was curling her fingers inside the leg of the Succubus' knickers. After a few seconds, Seamus huffed, "Fine. It's worth it, yeah?"

Proving she was listening despite the distraction of Lyra's tongue dancing on her lips, Ginny moaned, "Totally worth it."

Harry grinned at the look of longing in his roommate's eyes toward the two girls, "So... Seamus? Your word it never leaves this room?"

With obvious reluctance, Seamus nodded curtly, "Yeah, I- I promise I won't talk about all this."

"Dean? You'll keep it quiet, make Lyra happy?"

The black boy's response was not just delayed several seconds, but slurred, as if he had been drinking heavily, "... Yeah... Make Mistress happy..."

Ignoring the strange reply since he could guess why even if no on else could divine the reason for it, Harry looked next to Hannah. "What about you? Do you really want in on this?"

With no visible hesitation, Hannah nodded sharply enough to make her plaits sway, "I do. I... I love Neville, and he's great as a lover, but... I'd be lying if I wasn't... curious."

"Brilliant," Ron said, speaking for the first time in several minutes. Then he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the dew-covered 'grass'. "Well, Hermione? How many todgers have you drained?"

The question, so similar to one Harry had already asked but significantly different in tone, was met with an angry elbow to the tall wizard's chest, "Don't be so crass, Ronald! And in answer to your very inappropriate query, I... four- no, thirteen. Seven Muggle boys over summer, for the- well, the same reasons as Hannah I expect, and those in this room."

Harry glanced with her in Lyra's direction, remembering that night the previous summer as well when she had stayed with him and Sirius, and Lyra had shown the girl just how mutable her body could be. Good times.

"Who's your favorite, then?" Ron asked, clearly unhurt but stepping safely out of Hermione's reach as he asked, grinning widely.

"Not yours," the girl shot back, "and it won't be happening again if you keep putting me on the spot like that!"

"Sorry, sorry," Ron laughed, holding up his hands, "I'll be good. Let me try again, yeah? Hermione, my dear, my love, would you please put your amazing mouth on my hard cock and make me the luckiest bloke in this room?"

Hermione wavered, then started visibly fighting back an amused grin. Then she laughed, and stepped toward him, "Fine, fine... since you asked nicely."

But Hannah took one step toward them as Hermione was starting to sink to her knees, "No- no... I... I want to. Can I? You've blown Neville, right?"

Hermione stood back up slowly, giving a calculating look to the Hufflepuff. "I have. I don't mind if he doesn't. Harry?"

"I want to watch it," the dark-haired wizard said with a grin, "What about you, Neville? Want to see your girl go down on our friend here?"

"Yeah, I do," the other, slightly taller boy replied quietly, "I liked watching her with you. Does that make me weird?"

"Nah," Seamus answered for him, "She's fit, yeah? Right sexy. I wanna watch. But I wanna..."

Hannah stopped half-way to Ron, though, and looked toward Lyra and Ginny, then Harry. "It's... he's like Neville, right? He can go again soon? It won't... mess things up for the ritual?"

Harry shook his head, "Ron could tell you he'll be ready in just a few seconds after. But the ritual started the moment those two started snogging. From here on, you can just... do as you will. Pull it out and wank if you want, or ask for some oral attention. Hell, if Seamus is really interested in losing his virginity, I'm sure Ginny wouldn't mind."

On queue, Lyra rolled away, hopping up from the bed. Ginny, in turn, turned lust-darkened eyes down her slender body toward one of the boys then the next, Harry twice, before turning back to Seamus. "It'd be an honor, Seamus," she whispered, then reached under her skirt to push her knickers down her legs, leaving the rest of her clothing as it was. Once the white cotton was around only one ankle, she hiked that foot onto the edge of the bed and let her legs fall open.

Seamus and Dean weren't the only ones hard by then, but Ron's attention was firmly on Hannah as she looked away from his sister's cunt to Ron's face. She put her hands on his shoulders for balance, then knelt smoothly as if she'd had ample practice, and reached for his zipper.

Hermione stood over Ron as Hannah freed him, giving his erection a prod then a long stroke with a fingertip down his length, before putting a gentle kiss at the end of his great length. "You're longer than anyone except Harry," she whispered, looking up at Ron, then Hermione, "How do you hold him all?"

Hermione shrugged casually, then moved to stand behind Ron, one hand with her wand conjuring a small step-stool so she could look down his body, almost seeing what her boyfriend saw, as Hannah's lips began to pepper soft kisses along the slender rod.

Lyra, meanwhile, stepped in front of Harry, leaned in, and whispered, "While they're distracted, I'll entertain Dean and reinforce his Thralldom. Keep the others focused on their targets for now, Master. They won't be as accepting of his tastes as you were."

Harry nodded, giving her another admiring look as the clothes faded away and her body shrunk back down to resemble a second-year's, the same she'd been when Dean was first enthralled, and moved past Harry.

He took two steps to his right, and nudged Seamus forward, "Come on, mate. She's ready- you nervous?"

"N- Nah," the short-haired boy stuttered, but Harry could tell quite easily that he was.

He leaned in conspiratorially, "Listen, this isn't the big deal people make it out to be. Sure, it's great, and you'll feel a bit different tomorrow, but it's not that big a thing. Just put your 'shillelagh' in her twat and move back and forth. Simple. Maybe she won't enjoy it this time, maybe she will, but you'll get better with practice. She understands that."

"Maybe," Seamus muttered, then shook his head. "Nah, you're- you're right, Harry. Listen, you're a good bloke. Not too many I know would let one of their friends shag their girl. Especially since we haven't always been on the best terms. Even more since last year."

Harry shrugged, giving him another nudge at the top of his back, "I'm a forgiving bloke. Go on. Have fun."

Seamus stepped forward between Ginny's legs and she scooted back for him, allowing him to climb carefully over her. Only... as excited as he clearly was, there was a slight issue.

"Relax," the girl whispered, reaching a hand between them to slowly begin to tug him to full hardness, "you'll do fine."

Seamus nodded, clearly embarrassed, but doing his best to put the others or his shame from his mind. "D- D'you mind if I- if we- snog?"

Ginny surprised Harry by shaking her head, "No, sorry. No snogging. How about you play with my tits?"

The Irish boy's eyes widened, "R- Really?"

Ginny smiled, "I love having them touched... or licked, or sucked on."

Harry was unprepared for the faint bit of jealousy that suddenly reared up as Seamus pushed the half-unbuttoned blouse to either side and tugged the deep red bra down to reveal the fist-sized mounds. "Damn," the boy muttered, then leaned down to begin to suckle, the other awkwardly being fondled with his free hand.

Harry shook his head, knowing that the jealousy he was feeling was irrational. He wanted Seamus to enjoy himself, and he wanted Ginny to as well. It would help keep the former quiet in hopes of a repeat, and his Pet truly wanted as much sex as she could get. Besides, there was a whole weekend in front of them for Harry to enjoy. He could give them this, right?

Wasn't that how it worked?

The added stimuli of having Ginny's body beneath him and her hand on his dick had Seamus hard again quickly, his nerves faded or nearly so. Ginny whispered, "Okay, I'll help you aim... now, just... push. That's- mm... that's it..."

Ginny had closed her eyes and smiled, one hand moving to the back of Seamus' short-cropped brown hair, "That feels good. Move, Seamus... in and out. Don't stop with my tits, but move. Yes, that's it..."

Harry found himself, jealousy included, smiling. Ginny clearly did enjoy sex, whether it was the Runes she'd been given by Lilith that enhanced her lust or not, and he couldn't begrudge her the pleasure of it, especially not after being wound up by Lyra's amazing snogging for several minutes.

But another moan to his left distracted Harry again, and he looked to see Hannah squinting, eyes watering badly with mascara was running down her face. Hermione was behind Ron, the blonde on her knees before him, with Hermione's hand on the back of her head, pulling the Hufflepuff's face against Ron's stomach. "There you go, Hannah... relax. Just relax. He's not as big as Harry... maybe a little longer, but you can do this. Yes, there you go..."

Ron, meanwhile, had thrown his head back onto their mutual girlfriend's shoulder and had one hand twisted up in her free one, the other resting on Hannah's head, though not guiding her as Hermione was. But the moment the smartest witch of the age released the Hufflepuff, she yanked backward, hacking twice, "S- shit," Hannah gasped, eyes wide, "I can't believe... it's at least ten inches!"

"Eleven," Hermione murmured softly, "My men have the biggest dicks in the school... well, after tonight, our men, even if I'm their girlfriend... but I can count Neville too, right?"

"Merciful Circe," Hannah exhaled, "if... yes, after tonight... Come on, help me again."

He grinned as Hermione and Ron both smiled, then turned the other way to see the pink-haired, tiny body slammed up against the 'wall' of the changing rooms, pressed nearly flat against it, yet gasping in pleasure as Dean hammered in with his own huge dick from behind. Even from the back, Harry could see a reflection of shining pink on the walls before both Dean's and Lilith's eyes. Good...

In front, Seamus was now moving with some semblance of a good rhythm, though he'd clearly lost focus on Ginny's chest, and was now looking down between their bodies, held up with both arms extended. Harry smiled, rolled his eyes and reminded himself that he hadn't been all that good a lover at first, either. There was time.

Still, he stepped closer, right behind Seamus in fact, and crouched down to get a close-up view of the average-sized dick as it tugged quickly at Ginny's softer flesh. Perhaps he knew Harry was back there, or maybe it was just his first time and he was unprepared for how good Ginny's softness felt as it enveloped his penis. Seamus had already begun to pant, his breathing growing desperate, and then grinned as he grunted, "I- can I inside? Fuck, s- soon, I'm so close!"

"On my tits," Ginny gasped, "Come on my tits!"

He didn't make it. Seamus did pull out, but he didn't have the control yet to make it up her body. Instead, hand moving quickly on his length, he jetted out all over Ginny's stomach and the insides of her thighs, one globule landing on the right side of her trimmed labia. "Fekkin' hell," Seamus muttered, still stroking himself, looking dazed, "That was..."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Ginny said sincerely.

Before the others could say anything, Lilith as Lyra once again, stepped up next to Harry. "Okay, Seamus, this might be weird, but it's part of the ritual and it'll help."

Then she scooped up some of his jizz, and lifted his shirt- he was still almost fully dressed- and began to draw on his stomach, too.

"Er... what the 'ell?"

There was just one Rune, repeated only three times, and one that Harry recognized: the same that Lilith had told the others was one of the 'stamina' runes, but that she had confided in him was purely a lust-recycler. With just three layers, it would last a few hours or a day at most, she had told him. But until it did fade, it would be very hard for any human with the Rune to decrease their libido. Any feelings of lust or arousal only built up, and up.

Quickly, Seamus grew hard again, and he grinned down at his stomach, "Wicked! Ginny?"

"In my mouth this time, Seamus," she murmured, rising to stand beside them and the 'bed', "Here, lie back."

He did so hesitantly, giving the cloud-like surface another prod, then grinned as he squirmed, finding it quite comfortable indeed. Ginny slowly undressed him, then her hands started working Seamus' cum across her pale exposed skin while he watched. Once it was nearly invisible, she pushed her skirt down to her ankles and stepped out of it, the knickers somehow still around her right ankle. Then she sank to her knees, too. "Hermione sucked you in the dorm, huh? She's better than me, but..."

"I ain' complainin'," Seamus moaned as Ginny leaned in.

"Good idea," Harry chuckled, reaching down to pet his Pet's head, the other moving to grope Lyra's pert arse. "You don't need that load of cum?"

"I can still gather it," Lyra told him, "No reason not to enjoy the show. But no, not really. With the Rune I just put on him, he's good for a half-dozen at least, maybe more. Your friend may not be the biggest or have the most skill, but he's quick to rebuild his energy. The Rune will only help. Besides... It's more the number of people participating in this ritual that helps than the amount of fluids we gather."

Hannah, meanwhile, had gotten Ron close to completion, and he looked that way to hear Hermione urge, "Swallow it, Hannah! Swallow all of Ron's fat, white load!"

Ron gave a grunt, and slammed his whole length down the blonde's throat once more, the first time he'd taken control as far as Harry could tell, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

Then Hermione was beside her, and licking his tip, cheeks hollowing as she sucked out the last few drops. Then the blonde gasped as Hermione turned her head to the side and kissed her, hard and deep. Once they separated, Hannah, gasping, muttered, "What're you- what're you doing?"

Hermione shrugged, grinning mischievously, "Did you not like it?"

"W- Well, I..."

Then Hermione stood, tugging up Hannah by the tie she still wore, and pulled her over to the cloud a few feet to Ginny's left, and sank down onto it, still pulling the girl over her. "No one said it was just the boys you'd be with," she whispered, "and I've recently learned I like kissing girls very much, too."

She kissed Hannah again, one hand moving around her back, the other softly holding the other girl's large breast. After a few seconds, the hand on Hannah's back moved further down, spider-walking to the bottom of her skirt, then lifted it before settling on the large, round buttocks. "Ron... do you want to fuck Hannah from behind while I'm beneath her?"

"Yeah, I do," Ron said, smile evident in his voice, "Do you want that, Hannah?"

The girl, mouth now occupied by Hermione again, didn't answer aside from to moan and give a little wiggle with her rear.

"Pet," Harry murmured to Lyra, turning his attention to her with one hand on her hip and the other on her chest, "did you help out Dean, too?"

"I did, Master," she murmured, "do you want me to blow you? I'm sure the talk has gotten you excited..."

"Mm... That does sound good. But let's hold off. How about you show Seamus what you can do after Ginny's done with him? I'll enjoy you later. I think I'd like to see what Dean can do to Ginny's tight little cunt. Wouldn't that be sweet, Pet?"

Both the Succubus and the witch blowing his dorm-mate at his feet moaned in anticipation, while Harry stepped behind Lyra, moving both hands to her full chest. Of all the girls, only she was nude, but after a few seconds more, Ginny stood up to rectify that situation, then climbed up onto Seamus again, "Sorry, I was going to finish you that way," she murmured, "but I got randy again. You don't mind, do you?"

"Fekk no," Seamus laughed, then groaned as she sank back onto him without needing to aim.

Harry watched over Lyra's dark hair as Ginny began riding Seamus slowly, dragging her tiny, hard nipples up and down the Irish boy's shirt, her hands clasped against his head. Harry could see dark spots on the other boy's clothing where the remnants of his previous emission spread from Ginny's body. There was a trickle of fluid leaking out from where Seamus plugged the girl's tiny channel, running down his hairy scrotum.

Lyra shifted her rear against his erection, making Harry sigh and pull her closer, then glide one hand down her solid abs and into her soft folds. "Master... I love how you touch me," she sighed.

Harry leaned down to begin nibbling on the tendermost spots on Lyra's neck, and looked to the left where Ron was now pumping two fingers into both Hermione and Hannah. Seeming to somehow sense Harry looking, the ginger glanced over his shoulder and mouthed, "This is brilliant!" Then, hands still moving vigorously, he leaned in and tapped Hannah's taint with his tongue, then started licking rapidly. Hannah groaned, hips moving up of their own accord to give him better access.

Then Harry remembered Neville, who was standing nearby with an erection rising in one hand as he stared avidly at the same glorious sight. "Hey, Neville. Feeling lonely? Lyra has something for you. Dean, too."

"Finally," Neville sighed, dropping his trousers to the grass and shucking his shirt. Once he had stepped up, Lyra bent at the waist and used Neville to brace herself while she took him in her mouth. Harry undressed quickly himself, then reached around her waist to finger the tiny pearl between her legs, and tenderly hold one swaying breast. Then he slid in slowly, the now familiar flesh welcomed him, tugging and caressing each vein and ridge on his dick. "You always feel amazing, Lyra."

"Damn, I forgot how good her mouth is, too," Neville murmured.

Dean stepped up on Harry's right, now in the buff as well. Again, Harry was impressed by the humongous dark brown phallus he carried and felt a pang of jealousy along with some small insecurity. Then he remembered... he, Harry, was now the larger thanks to the many benefits Lilith had brought into his life.

Dean reached down for one of the girl's hands, helping the Succubus stroke him. Even though Lyra was as tall as Hermione, her hand couldn't quite close around him.

Harry was just getting into the swing of things when Seamus cried out, "C- Coming!"

Ginny was off him at once. She spun far enough to close her lips around her plaything's head, locking them down while the boy twitched and jerked with a mighty orgasm.

"Dean," Harry said, enjoying how even while eating out Hannah and Hermione both, Ron was distracted by his sister's arse and twat next to his head, "You've always wanted Ginny, right? Now's your chance."

Dean blinked and shook himself, seeming almost dazed by the question. Some of the wood-like stiffness left him, and he looked around with evident confusion. "Er... I- yeah. I want to shag Ginny, yeah."

He reluctantly pulled away from Lyra's hand and walked around Neville. Ginny looked up from where she was still licking Seamus' flagging shaft and grinned. "I've got to admit, the first time I felt you when we were snogging scared me. Now... gods I want it in me." Then the slender witch rolled onto her back between Hermione and Seamus and beckoned Dean closer.

"You're so pretty," Dean whispered, loudly enough for everyone but maybe Hannah and Hermione, both crying out in pleasure, could hear as he tentatively held out a hand, "You said I couldn't- couldn't touch you there."

Ginny smiled and held up both arms as if to welcome the tall boy into a hug, "You can tonight. I'm Harry's, but tonight he wants to share."

"He's mad," Dean replied softly, "I'd never give you up. Gods, Ginny... but if this is all I can get..."

Dean sank to his knees, put his hands on the inside of the pale knees around him, and spread them a bit more. Then he leaned in over Ginny and started worshiping the girl's body.

Harry grunted. Dean clearly wasn't an expert in pleasing a woman, but he was singularly devoted to the task from what he could tell, laving attention upon her with lip, tongue, and large but soft, uncalloused hands.

Harry smiled then, glad that Dean had his head in the right place even while enthralled, because even while balls-deep in the amazing body of a true Succubus, he knew that Ginny deserved to be worshiped.

"Treat her right, Dean," Ron glowered. The red-head was quickly distracted as Hannah came on his mouth, Hermione on his fingers. There were three digits in her now, with both girls gasping their climax into the other's mouth. Mid-peak, Ron stood up, took his shaft in hand, and pushed deep into Hannah.

The girl's gasps morphed at once into cries, half-shrieks, then quieted to a high-pitched keen. A moment later, Dean's hips rocked and Ginny cried out, filled to the brim with the dark limb. "Oh Morgana, you're so big!"

His black dorm-mate was, Harry guessed, nine and a half inches long, and maybe two in diameter from side to side, just a little less girth than Neville, who would have, likely, the fattest cock in the school if Harry hadn't been able to change this thanks to Lilith's magic.

Dean's huge dick contrasted starkly against the pale pink and white of Ginny's tender skin as he stretched her so, so wide...

Neville lurched into Lyra's eager mouth, shoving her further onto Harry, the other boy's eyes screwed tightly shut, jaw clenched in rapture. Harry suddenly wanted to blow too, but yanked himself out of Lyra's sopping hole, slapping her ass on the way, and stepped into the space between Ron and Ginny, narrow though it was.

His best mate was clearly enjoying Hannah immensely, sliding in and out of her depths every second or so. He was only going in about three-quarters of his own prodigious length with every pump, possibly afraid of hurting her, but the motion was still accompanied by a wet schlicking, with the slap of skin against skin the perfect percussion to measure the beat of increasingly needy cries.

"Let her ride you," Harry suggested.

Ron grinned, "Good idea." Without dismounting, Ron shoved his hands around Hannah's waist between her and Hermione, then rolled to the side, spinning as he did so that she was sitting on his lap.

"Aww," Hermione pouted almost jokingly, but Harry could tell by her flushed expression that she was very close to another climax, and hadn't wanted to miss out on it. Harry watched her pant while Hannah looked toward him even while she started moving up and down on Ron's lap, the faint bulge of the tip of his dick visible on her stomach due to the angle he was entering her from. Harry beckoned Hermione to sit up, waited until she did, then turned to Hannah and finished unbuttoning, slowly, the last few buttons of her blouse that Hermione hadn't. Then he pushed the white cotton off her shoulders completely and reached toward Ron, who watched raptly as did Hermione, to unsnap her plain white bra and pull it away.

D-Cups, Harry decided, if anything. Full and just a little sag. Damn... "Hermione, don't you love the way Hannah's big tits swing while Ron fucks her?"

"I do," the girl exhaled, reaching a hand out, but not touching anyone else.

"And those nips... brown and hard. Don't you just want to taste them?"

"Hmm... yeah, I do..."

Then she leaned over Ron, wrapped both hands almost fully around one of Hannah's breasts and pulled it up, angling the tip toward her mouth. She flicked a tongue across it, making Hannah, who still looked surprised, moan. "I... I thought you were straight," she murmured.

Hermione shrugged, pulled her mouth off enough to whisper, "I am, but I do like sex, and you're beautiful."

Ron leaned back, pulling Hannah briefly away from Hermione, but the bookworm threw a leg over both of them soon enough and rested her slit over Hannah's, both dripping copious lubricant, before tucking her head in to suckle at the other breast, too. Harry grinned at seeing both of them right there, Hannah taking in Ron, Hermione ready and waiting.

He didn't make her wait long before pushing in slowly, all the way to the brim, his tip nudging open Hermione's cervix. It was a little awkward leaning over and having Ron's face right there even with two girls between them, so Harry stayed standing, which also gave him a better view of the fun to the right.

He couldn't see much of Ginny, for Dean was significantly larger, but her whimpers and cries of pleasure were more than enough to tell him she was happy with how the young black man was shagging her. He was moving sporadically, though, clearly close enough he was losing control. Beyond him, Lyra was on Seamus next, riding him like Ginny had done, while Neville filled her ass from behind, stretching the little pink anus she normally had very widely indeed.

"Going to cum soon," Ron grunted.

Hannah seemed too lost in pleasure to care, so Harry reluctantly pulled out of Hermione for a moment, sighed, then reached down to take hold of his friend's dick. Ron grunted again, "Hey!"

Harry aligned him instead with Hermione, and a few seconds late the ginger was filling her, shallowly, but spurting each pulse into their girlfriend's eager twat rather than Neville's. As Ron started to sag, Harry bodily picked up Hermione, then climbed up onto the cloud bed past the others, and set her down gently on her back. Then he tucked his knees below the small of her back, and pushed into the cream-filled hole with another sigh.

Dean was next, barely pulling out of Ginny in time without being asked, to spray over her tiny body. And Seamus, roaring in newfound pleasure as Lyra told him, "It's safe to cum in me," the Succubus crying out as he did, with Neville in her arse a moment later.

Seamus and Dean, even with Fog of Lust helping them along, begged off for a few moments to recover, both climbing back onto the 'grass' to stand and watch, wanking back to full mast. "I need more cocks," Ginny blubbered, "They're so good."

"I want some, too," Hermione murmured, "And I want you to eat my pussy, Gin."

"Yes, you taste- gods, Hermione," the girl cried, reaching out to hold her best friend's hand over her head.

This time, Harry didn't let her go immediately. Instead, he slammed into Hermione as far as he could go, and unleashed a torrent of white cream like he hadn't in... maybe ever. Twenty or more blasts in all, until it filled her womb to visibly bulging, but still squirted out around his cock to coat his balls and run onto the cloudy surface, where it collected in the mist, neither soaking in nor vanishing.

Only then did he let Hermione rise to her knees and, holding much of his and Ron's jizz in her still, knee-walk over to sit on Ginny's face. The other girl giggled, and didn't hesitate to start 'cleaning' Hermione, who let her head roll back even while one hand pleasured each of their chests.

Harry was glad of the firmness of the fake bed when he stood up over Ginny, and made use of Hermione's excellent oral skills as well. Neville, meanwhile, shifted over so that Lyra could clean him with her own mouth, then, hard again, he switched sides to be with Hannah, who was watching Hermione and Harry with Ginny, avidly frigging herself.

He pushed into her cunt eagerly, murmuring sweet nothings as he did.

Hannah, though, seemed to be having none of the 'lovey-dovey stuff'. Instead, she wrapped her thick legs around his waist and begged, "Harder, Neville, harder! Fill me with that fat cock!"

Not seeing the point of holding back anymore, Harry waited until Ginny had brought Hermione to another climax with her mouth, then started fucking the eager girl's face with relish. On the other side, as he blasted down Hermione's throat, Ron had pushed Lyra's knees up to her head and was shagging down into her with great hammer-blows, nearly out of control himself, almost like the night he'd first gotten his Runes.

Of course, the Succubus wasn't complaining, and she eagerly let him fill her once he was ready, too.

Ten minutes or more later, the positions had switched again as Seamus and Dean both re-entered the group.

They ended up in a sort of curved line of bodies, with Neville again enjoying his girlfriend's veiny cunt from behind her, and Seamus having his first taste of anal action while Neville filled her too. But Hannah wasn't done, for her mouth was occupied by Lyra's own hairless pussy, on hands and knees while she in turn sucked on Dean, her cheeks bulging with the effort of getting him into her human-sized mouth. And Dean was tasting Hermione for the first time, so far gone into lust that he didn't seem to care that not just Ron's but now some of Harry's cum was flecked around her.

Hermione's mouth, meanwhile, held Ron's cock, while Harry spent some quality time with Ginny on his lap, buried to the hilt in her tiny, tight arse as she writhed, fingering her pussy and pulling on her tits, both watching the show.

Then they moved again, some having orgasmed and some not. This time, a nearly insensate Hannah was guided onto Dean's glistening rod until he was fully sheathed, and both were unable to keep from rutting like animals, the other boy suckling forcefully on the massive tits hanging in his face. Then Neville forced his own thick schlong into her rectum in a smooth motion, and Hannah seemed to lose higher brain function. Her soft blue eyes began to roll back in her head, and her tongue lolled out as she began to repeat, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Don' mind if I do," Seamus, eyes glowing softly white now for some reason Harry didn't have the capacity to guess, said before shoving his dick in the girl's mouth. She shut up at once aside from a deep, low moan, but didn't push him out or away.

Glossary:

Nothing new.