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Chap. 42: Badger, Badger, Badger, Badger

Due to massive assignments the whole lot of them, Hermione included, weren't finished with their homework until well after eight on Friday night. But that was okay.

He wasn't planning on having an orgy that night. Early Saturday when fewer students would be looking for any of them made more sense to Harry, but for now...

Again, the whole group was in the common room of his private quarters, most of them suffering from headaches. Only he and Lyra seemed immune, the curvy half-Asian girl not really caring what grades she got- it wasn't like she expected to 'graduate' without being able to cast wanded magic anyway, no matter how many spell effects she could duplicate- and Harry simply focused through it, working through his assignments in a determined manner, one word and paragraph at a time.

Within five minutes, Ron, Neville, Hannah, and Ginny had all set down their quills and started rubbing temples or the bridges of their noses, or shoulders and neck, or some combination of all of them.

Eventually, though, Hermione looked up, "All done? Okay, Harry... what's next? I think either myself or Ron would be happy to go next, since Ginny's mysterious power hasn't caused any trouble. Even if I wish you'd just tell us what it is."

It had come out in conversation that both he and Lyra knew what the fiery red-head's ability was, but they'd kept it a careful secret for, as Ginny put it, 'laughs'.

Even if he suspected she was still using it to spy on her brother's exploits over the last few days.

"Neither," he said quietly, having conversed with Lyra about the very subject during the one free period of the week- earlier that day- that he and Ron alone had off, while the boy in question had been in the loo. "We're going to give Hannah her first set. If it doesn't wear us all out too much, we'll try and do either yours or Ron's second set tomorrow. I'll let you decide which between you."

"You up for that?" Ron asked the Succubus, who nodded, "Master's fed me exceptionally well lately, and you lot have been keeping me aroused, so I'm doing fine, energy-wise. Honestly, I might've been able to do her set last week. I think we'll be fine. It's exponentially harder, energy-wise, to do the second set, and again the third, but I can only do that with Master. I just can't bond higher than two with people besides him."

"Me?" Hannah whispered into the silence left behind by the statement, "I... well, alright. I'm still- in. I want to do it, I just didn't expect... I kind of felt... useless. I wear out so quickly compared to you lot, I sort of assumed you wouldn't... want me."

"We do want you," Neville said, taking her hand gently, "all of us do- didn't a couple weeks ago prove that? Besides, like Li- Lyra said, the reason we can keep going longer is this Rune sequence she wants to give you."

"So it will help me... keep up?"

"Definitely," Harry answered.

But, also per the discussion with the Succubus earlier that day, they weren't planning on giving her a standard Rune-set, either. This one, though, wouldn't be a surprise.

"Of course, if you do take up the option," Lyra explained, "You can still be Neville's boyfriend. But, as far as my people are concerned, you'll be Bonded to Harry. It's not like a marriage, but that's probably the closest equivalent. You're part of his cottierre. Er, sorry- that doesn't translate right. Coterie?"

"The... what, a French word?" Hermione asked.

"I think so," Lyra nodded, "meaning, roughly, 'family', but a family you choose. He will be your 'father and lover', as Xinivrae was to Morrigan, and you will be his 'daughter and lover', as Morrigan was to Xinivrae. For context, they are the mythical progenitors of our species, eons past. It doesn't mean he'll actually be your father, it really is closer to a spouse, but Neville can be your 'brother and lover'. Nothing wrong with that, and lovers don't necessarily change relationships, as we've already discussed and learned."

"That's... weird," Ginny said, shaking her head, "We could've just gone with, 'Yeah, you'll be one of us and we can all shag more.'"

"Maybe," Lyra chuckled, "But it's true. At least, according to our stories. I'll tell you if you're interested some time. Anyway, are you okay with that, Hannah?"

"It- it doesn't change anything? It's just- words?"

"Words with meaning," Lyra supplied, "but yes, just words. It doesn't have to change how you feel, but it can if you want it to or let it. You'll want Harry more. You'll want me more. You'll want everyone else more. Really, everyone. Including Neville."

"Okay," she said after a a few seconds, "Wh- where?"

"In the Dungeon," Harry said, standing up and helping both Lyra and Hermione, who were closest, to rise, while Ron offered a hand to Ginny that she took happily, and Neville to his own girl.

Then Hannah balked at the silken ties the Succubus picked up from the far wall. "What- what're those for?"

"Trust us," Neville said soothingly, "We've all gone through it. It's... intense. These will help, I promise."

With visible reluctance, Hannah nodded. "Okay, so... now what?"

The cluster of bodies standing around her might have made the girl uncomfortable, but Neville seemed to know what to do. "Take off everything," he instructed, "let me see you. We'll tie you, of course. That's to keep you from going on a, uh... frenzy. Then we'll get started. Don't worry, you won't be tied up all night. I swear."

Hannah swallowed, looking quite nervous, but did as she was told, eventually shimmying out of more plain white knickers and standing tall, blushing deep pink down to her stomach, before climbing onto the bed and settling onto it in the middle.

Harry was already watching her, entranced as always by the naked flesh, and looking forward to his part.

Once she was tied with Neville, Harry, Ron, and Lyra each taking a corner while Ginny and Hermione took a casual seat on the couch, already opening their blouses and unsnapping or zipping their skirts, the Succubus asked, "Okay. For this to work optimally, you'll need to be shagged in the mouth, the pussy, and the ass. You can choose who is where, and we can do duplicates for you, but here's the thing: Harry needs to be one of them. If you want a stronger bond with Neville, so does he. I don't have to be one, but it helps if I am for later. It'll make everything just a bit more potent, especially your second set of Runes."

Hannah looked up at her, clearly self-conscious to be nude and watched by so many people, "How would you...?"

"Secrets, for now," Lyra murmured, "but maybe only for a little while. If it weirds you out, one of the blokes can do it. Or one of the girls can- you'd either need to lick them to completion, or they would you. I can also do that, of course."

"I... I think I'd like Nev twice, then," she murmured softly, glancing at her boyfriend.

"Alright," Lyra shrugged easily, "then the last thing to decide is order and placement. There are pros and cons to each, so let's just get Harry out of the way. If he goes first, you'll again have a stronger overall bond, but it will also make your bond with him stronger- you'll want him more. If he's last, the reverse is true. If you blow him, you'll gain some subservient traits- you'll like to be commanded and controlled more, for example. If you have him in your bum, you'll probably like a bit more in the way of deviant acts. And the 'standard' way, in turn, should just increase your drive in general. The same is true for Neville, of course, except he gets two. There could be other changes, but those are the big ones we can expect.

"Of course, in addition to the added strength, stamina, staying power, and resistance to illnesses and infections, near-immunity to sexual diseases, and so on. Those are standard."

After a moment of deliberation, Hannah shrugged, "I don't mind being subservient, and Harry is a good lover... can I have him in my mouth second?"

"Sure," Lyra smiled, "then would you like Neville in your arse or pussy first?"

"E- Either? Does it matter...?"

"Only for you," Lyra murmured, and gently put a hand on Hannah's fat breast, running a few fingertips over her nipple, which began to swell. "Now, I'm just going to get you started, dear..."

Her eyes flashed pink-white, and so did Hannah's. A moment later, they closed as they darkened, and she started to writhe and twitch slowly on the sheets.

"Okay, Neville," Lyra looked up at the young wizard, who was, like all the blokes, still dressed. Only Ginny and Hermione had taken off anything besides Hannah, and that was just their ties and shoes, though both now had their bras and chests exposed.

He swallowed. "I... I really like doing it in your ass, Hannah... is that alright? I mean, I like it everywhere, but... you're really tight."

"Don't care," the girl grunted through clenched teeth, "Gods, I'm so randy. What did you- did you do, Lyra?"

"Nothing much," she murmured, leaning low to lick the same nipple, "Come on, everyone. Help her get lubricated... she'll need plenty of juice. Neville, you can put it in her cunt first to lube up, just don't finish there."

"Er, alright."

Harry did as Lyra asked, reaching out one hand to take up her other heavy breast, and setting his cock, once he freed it, in her hand. She could barely stroke him, bound as she was, but Hannah clearly wanted to try, and she started immediately.

To his right, Ginny undressed to her own bra and panties, then started running both hands up and down Hannah's right leg. On the opposite corner, Ron stepped in to do the same, while Neville grabbed one of the small but fluffy pillows, and helped set it below Hannah's rump.

Then Lyra turned her eyes to him, "Master... why don't you try your Aura of Arousal? Simply focus on the effect... it should only affect those in the room. It won't be a huge change, since it's usually passive, but it can be boosted temporarily."

"Er... alright," Harry murmured, and set to imagining.

Hermione and Ginny, both blowing Ron, deep in lust, his eyes closed as he gasped his sister's name. Hannah blowing Lyra's Succubus-dick, while she took on Neville, and he pounded Hannah's ass instead of Neville...

When he opened his eyes, the world appeared just a tint more pink.

And Hannah was gasping.

"Good job, Master. Now... Neville? Remember, don't finish in her pussy yet. You've got to do that in her ass."

"Yeah, I got it," the once-shy boy said firmly, and started removing his clothes quickly.

Once he was in place, he pushed home firmly, but only pumped a few times as Hannah started to moan. "So big, Nev..." Then he pulled out, and aimed lower.

This time, Hannah grunted. Neville was about three inches across, and fitting anything that size into an anus, lubricated or not, was difficult.

But Hannah was growing increasingly used to it and only cried out briefly before Lyra stifled the noise with her tongue and mouth.

When she withdrew, Hannah's nipples were almost throbbing with arousal between Harry's fingers, and he could smell her sex running with fluids, of lust and ginger.

Then Neville started to move.

At once, Harry could tell his Aura had worked almost too well, for Neville wouldn't last long. He was already panting himself, sweat beading on his brow despite the cool room. But it didn't matter if Hannah climaxed. In theory, she could do the whole Rune-set without a single orgasm.

But as Neville slammed home after less than a minute of fucking her in the rectum, Hannah froze, her abdomen clenching tightly in at least a small one of her own.

Harry climbed onto the bed, and took up a position over Hannah's head, while Lyra used her powers to siphon out every bit of brown-flecked cum into the same white bowl, and began to draw. This time, she started with either hip, a single rune each, then over the girl's nipples, and the rest in several vertical lines that ran from the level of her navel downward, each collapsing into one at the top of her slit.

"You can start, Master," Lyra murmured after she finished with the girl's breasts, "The rest will all be lower for her, below the navel."

He grinned, "Ready, Hannah?"

"Need cock," she murmured softly, "Need sex..."

He lifted his hips, but she didn't start sucking him off right then. Instead, the girl tilted her head against the sheets and gave his testicles a good laving, then pulled each, one at a time, into her mouth and worked it with her lips and tongue before releasing it. "In me," she whispered. "I want your cock in my mouth, Harry, just like-mph!"

He was smaller now, more like how he'd first been but a bit larger still. Smaller than Dean, he thought, at least.

Hannah still coughed on him.

But again, this wasn't about her pleasure. This was an act of service, and Harry meant for her to service him.

"Relax," he told her, pushing his thumbs lightly against her throat to encourage it, "relax and let me fill you up, Hannah."

She swallowed across his tip, and he used the momentary relaxation to push another inch, then the rest of the way, until her nose was cut off with the same testicles she'd just been licking. He held there while she tried to breathe, tried to swallow, and Neville looked on with growing shock.

Then he pulled out, half-way, and Hannah gasped., "Cock- need it! Put it back inff!"

He didn't stay, this time. Instead, Harry put his arms on either side of the Hufflepuff's hips, leaning far over her, but leaving enough room for Lilith to work, and looked up her body between Hannah's beautiful, large tits as he shoved back into her mouth, deep into her throat, and back out.

He could just see the bulge as it passed from mouth to neck, and the sight turned him on even more.

He moved faster, harder.

He wanted to fill her stomach, make her swell like she was pregnant...

Harry grunted, pulling out so just his over-sensitive tip was in Hannah's mouth as he climaxed. There would be time for that when she was lust-mad.

As soon as he popped free, Harry rolled over toward the couch as Lyra pulled the cum free with a gesture. It flew from Hannah's mouth in a long, ropey string into the bowl to join the rest, and then she changed sides to sit her pert, round ass on Hannah's tits and start drawing lines in reverse, from the navel upward. "Neville, it's time. Go slow, though... let her have one good orgasm before she finishes."

Hermione and Ginny, meanwhile, were openly masturbating again, only this time they were doing it for each other while Ron stroked himself, watching them, and watching Neville as he leaned in to start plowing his girlfriend as hard as he could, knowing that she loved it.

"I didn't think you could be that rough, Harry," Hermione gasped, "You just... it was like you were raping her mouth."

"I kind of was," he admitted, "Why... did it scare you?"

"No," she said, shaking as Ginny caused a minor orgasm in her, "I... I want to try it, one of these- these days. Maybe tied up, too."

"Minx," he chuckled, then pointed down at his cock, which dripped with Hannah's saliva and throat bile, "who wants to suck me?"

"Wha' about me?" Ron asked plaintively, casting his eyes around at the various girls present. His own rod was as hard as Harry's, but he'd had no relief yet.

"My ass," Hermione murmured, "do me in the ass while I suck off Harry, Ron."

Then she turned on her back, lying down with her head over the arm-rest for Harry's optimal use, and threw one leg over the back while her other sat on the floor for Ron.

Ginny didn't complain when her brother settled in and lifted Hermion's hips to push into her pussy, pull out, and then drive into her anus instead, much like Neville had done.

Instead, Harry watched past Ron as she started watching them, instead, fingering herself madly.

He, meanwhile, looked down at Hermione's pleading eyes. "Now, love?"

She nodded.

Harry smiled, "You can aim," then put his hands on her throat, much as he'd done with Hannah.

She opened wide, and angled him in, making sure to drag her rough tongue along his cap and member as he pushed in.

The angle, it turned out, was nearly perfect, and his normal-sized, past-self dick went in to the hilt with nary a snag.

Hermione, of course, was long used to deep-throating now, and didn't so much as hiccup.

"God, that's brilliant," Ron murmured, fingering Hermione's clitoris and one of her breasts while he watched Harry, "I gotta try that."

"Pleef mfoo," Hermione murmured around Harry.

He grinned, and started to move.

She swallowed on him, again and again, and never asked him to pull out.

Her tongue danced all over him, and Harry grunted. Ginny came first, and Hermione a moment later. Then Harry, blasting into her throat with conviction, and finally Ron filled her beautiful, firm ass.

Neville, though, was still mid-coitus with Hannah, who was panting and writhing, slowing down Lyra's continued drawing, though she didn't seem to mind.

Then he grunted suddenly, and spilled out once more.

As usual, the moment he finished and pulled out, Lyra gathered the semen, her own juices, and Hannah's, adding them to the final mixture.

Then Hermione pounced onto the bed, immediately seeking out Neville's dick, and licked him free of whatever Lyra missed including Hannah's delicious flavor, while Ginny jumped over Harry to settle herself on his lap, facing him on one end of the couch, where she began to buck wildly, desperate for something in her as well.

He now understood that feeling, having been her.

Which again left Ron unsatisfied, though he didn't seem to mind. In fact, the boy murmured, "Be right back," and stepped from the room.

As soon as he left, Ginny leaned into Harry's ear and whispered, still bouncing on his shaft with a crazy speed, "I almost licked his balls again... they smelled so good..."

"Blow him tonight," he murmured, "once things get going. He won't stop you, I think. Or maybe wank him."

"W- wank, for now," she murmured, "I want to feel him in my hands."

"Good idea, Pet..."

Ron returned a minute later, clean as far as Harry could tell, and lifted one foot to the bed by the headboard, but otherwise stayed there as he began to stroke himself, now completely naked, leaving Ginny and Hermione the only ones with clothes on at all.

Hermione was the next to fix that, still sucking Neville while she struggled to push her shirt and blouse off her back, then more easily added her skirt, before climbing up to straddle him, sinking down with relish on the boy's wide member.

Ron wasted no time circling the bed to stand at the foot after that, where Hermione looked to her left and bent to start blowing him, in turn.

"By the way love," Harry murmured, since no one was paying much attention to him or Ginny at the moment, "I loved the way you made me feel. You're not only an amazing person, you're an amazing lover and a very cunning linguist."

"I see what you did, har, har," Ginny said through her moans of pleasure, "Getting close, Harry..."

"And I did it again last night," he admitted quietly, "I let Lilith- the young version- eat me, too, and then I told her to grow a dick. My dick, the one I had before I Summoned her. And I blew her, Ginny. I blew my own dick on someone else... and then I let her fuck me. And it was amazing, having me inside myself, or myself-as-you."

"I do love your dick," Ginny teased, then froze aside from her trembling pelvis for a few seconds. She started up immediately afterward though, pace more frantic, "A- And I- I knew you we- were a p-pervert."

"Maybe," he grunted, still softly, as his hands rolled across her boy-like ass with her movements, "but I'm your pervert... and you're one to talk. You want to commit incest."

"I really do," she hissed, and climaxed again, this time with him joining her.

When they separated, Neville was eating Hannah's pussy while Ron shagged her ass, and he was in her mouth. Lyra, meanwhile, had sprouted a tiny little dick that might've fit her normal form for him, and Hermione was tugging that between two fingers while she rode the Succubus' face at the foot of the bed.

"Everyone seems occupied," Ginny murmured, then rose off him to turn around and face the group, then spread her rear. "Want my tight little ass meanwhile, Harry?"

"Gods, Gin, you know I do," he said with a laugh, and pulled her down onto him with a squeal of her own laughter to cap it off.

Three hours in, the already mostly insatiable Hannah hadn't let up, but even Neville was starting to flag.

Ron was taking a break too, though he was still hard, and Hermione begged off, claiming that while she was still aroused, she wanted to get some sleep for more study the next day.

Lyra, meanwhile, was face-down on Harry's lap on the couch, his cock deep in her throat again, while her legs framed his head, her delicious pussy spread wide by each of them already, dripping with her juices as Harry ate her out.

Which left Ron and Ginny, for the time being.

"Hannah's loose," he complained quietly, "she needs to relax after Neville's been with her so much, I can barely feel it."

"Wank, then," Ginny said saucily from the other end of the couch.

"Nah," he grumbled, dropping down between them, "I'll just wait... wanking myself is boring."

A few seconds later, Harry was distracted by Ron's jump and yelp. "Wh- what're you-"

"Wanking you," Ginny answered evenly.

Harry looked down. His best mate was red-faced, staring where he was, at Ginny's pale hand around her brother's cock. It closed completely, and her movements were sure as she stroked up and down, smooth and at a medium pace, her grip perfect for Harry, though he wasn't sure how Ron liked it best.

"I- I can see that," Ron growled, "I mean why?"

"You said it was boring to wank yourself, and everyone else is busy," Ginny said with a one-shouldered shrug, "so I'm trying to help. But if you're going to keep complaining, I can go back to pleasuring myself, thanks."

Ron seemed very torn for more than a minute, glancing at Neville and Hannah doing it doggy-style, then over at Harry, who looked back with as neutral an expression as he could manage, then turned his attention deliberately back to the still-dripping snatch in front of him.

"F- Fine," he muttered, "just- just don't ever tell Mum. Or Dad. Or- or anyone."

"Nah, I'd never live it down," she chuckled.

Ron sat there stiffly for more than two minutes, then eventually huffed and leaned back, throwing one arm behind Harry to wrap around Lyra's calf, and the other Ginny's back. She smiled sweetly at him, still stroking, then shifted her own hips forward, still wearing a sweat-stained and even cum-flecked skirt and her white blouse, though the bra and knickers were gone.

Then her free hand pushed the blouse open fully, and she tweaked her nipples.

"Don't do that," Ron groaned, closing his eyes.

"What... you get to enjoy yourself and I don't? Doesn't sound very fair."

"Whatever," the boy muttered, leaning back further still and shifting his own hips forward to give her easier access.

Ginny grinned happily, stroking a bit faster, and slowly Ron began to relax into her grasp. When she moaned quietly a minute later, he only cocked an eye, but he kept it open, watching Ginny play with her tit.

Harry, in turn, smiled into Lyra's bubblegum cunt when that hand dropped to her skirt and hiked it up to run fingers down her dripping slit.

Ron groaned, but he didn't otherwise move, though both his eyes were half-open, clearly trying to hide that he was watching his sister jerk him off.

Ginny had no such shame, and presented her body for her brother's perusal fully, aside from the forward lean she had to do to reach his cock past her knee, which was bent beneath her. After a few more minutes, after Harry had filled Lyra again only to have her immediately keep sucking his huge todger, Ginny whispered, "Getting close, Ron? You can cum if you want. I won't mind."

"G- Shut it, G-Gin," he muttered, "Yeah, I'm g- getting close."

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked. "I can, if you want. If it makes you uncomfortable."

He was quiet for a few seconds, then, "N- No. Keep- keep going. You're pretty good at this."

"Thank you, Ronald," she whispered, "I didn't think I'd like it, but this is kind of fun. I never wanked Harry, or Dean, you know. You're the only one."

Harry's eyes widened, but he knew it was true. Partially, anyway. She'd definitely given him a few tugs, but not to completion.

"Cumming," Ron grunted, and his hips spasmed once before his long dick jumped even more, and a thick rope sailed higher than his head, followed by a second and a third at increasingly low peaks, and a fourth and fifth wave simply dribbled down him, and onto Ginny's still slowly-pumping hand.

Then, once he was finished, she very slowly and deliberately brought her hand up to her face, smelled it, and made sure both Harry and Ron were watching, before sticking the webbing of her hand between the thumb and fingers into her mouth and licking it clean.

"Ginny," Ron hissed, "That's- that's my-"

"It's your cum, Ron," she shot back, smacking her lips and closing her eyes with a gentle smile, which turned naughty, "It tastes pretty good- I can see why Hermione likes blowing you."

Then she proceeded to lick the rest clean, too, before standing back up, "Well, I need one more hard dicking before bed. Harry? Lyra?"

Harry's arms were getting a little tired, having supported a good portion of Lyra's weight for more than forty minutes, so he hauled her up and spun her over his shoulder. Once she was on her feet, the Succubus quickly resumed her true form, and the thick, spiny cock sprang out a moment later. Ron paled.

"How about both?" Lyra asked innocently.

Ginny grinned, "Great. You in my cunny, Lyra?"

"Sure thing, love," the Succubus murmured, and Ginny stepped into Harry's lap, facing the summoned creature of lust, and dropping onto his shaft once again.

This time, Ron stared avidly, openly, as Lilith looked toward him, her prodigious breasts that only looked a little too large on her six-foot frame swaying, as she knelt down on her second knees, then dove in, shoving half her length into Ginny, who let out a whimper-gasp as she was filled to bulging by both of them.

Ron, half-limp, started hardening at once. "You can put that in my ass too, if you want," Lyra told him softly, "but mind the tail. Maybe give it a few licks if you're feeling kinky."

It took nearly twenty minutes for Ron to climax again, even with Lilith's amazing body working on him, before he staggered to bed himself.

Ginny, caught between Harry and Lilith both, had to endure a blistering pace from both as they rutted into her, using her lithe body for their own lust, and as a consequence, went through no fewer than thirteen separate climaxes in that time, before she began to beg for a break.

She was asleep on the couch, dripping with seed from both holes, before Harry stood up.

By then Neville was on the bed and nearly passed out himself, though Hannah was still trying to suck him back to full.

"We can finish satisfying her, right, Master?"

"Of course, Pet," he replied, and reached for his discarded clothing and the wand within. "I don't need to sleep tonight, though I wouldn't mind more of your squirt for afters, once all is said and done. That will energize me for tomorrow."

Even Hannah, newly given Runes, was spent before either of them were, and even Neville might have room to complain about stretched-out holes if he'd been up to testing them once she was finished, her magic-induced arousal finally satisfied.

Glossary:

Nothing new.