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Chap. 46: Slyther-In Shadows
That Saturday, nothing was planned as far as rituals or power-boosting went, so the group, including Hannah spent most of the day on the grounds. In pairs or groups of three, they walked the circuit around the lake twice, some of them three times with breaks for shagging out of sight of the castle, or circled around their favorite shade-tree, enjoying the last of the good weather for the year. The evening was spent in the Gryffindor Common Room, socializing in the way most teens would.
Again, Harry took note that nearly everyone was doing something sexual, from light grazes of their own skin (or a neighbor's) to...
Yes, those two were definitely shagging underneath the blankets, but otherwise in full view.
But no one seemed to pay much mind to the copulation aside from one first-year boy who was adjusting himself in his trousers as he stared, the attractive seventh-year looking right back at him over her lover's shoulder while she rose and fell.
Sunday, though, was a bit different. There was still plenty of sex to be had since their homework was completely finished and there was nothing better to do by two in the afternoon, which is when the knock on the door came.
As usual Harry answered it after glancing back to see that Ron and Ginny were engaged in a game of chess, while Lyra and Hermione were talking about some esoteric bit of Lilith's version of history. More importantly, everyone including himself was dressed. People might be getting significantly more open about sexuality and even wore more risque clothing, but Harry didn't want to be the one called out for opening the door to a teacher or the Headmaster when students were shagging in his common room. Discretion was important, after all.
The girl in the hall was not a teacher, though.
Even while searching for the appropriate greeting, Harry couldn't help but rake his eyes over her. She wasn't stunningly gorgeous by any means, but the girl's olive skin and sharp features were definitely exotic and attractive. Moreso, he knew them well. "H- Hi, Pansy. What can I do for you?"
The Slytherin girl's skin darkened slightly as she stood on her toes to glance over his shoulder, then looked up and down the mostly empty hallway. "Can... may I come in? I'd like to talk."
"Absolutely," he replied, stepping aside and gesturing her inside.
The others looked up as she did, Ron giving her a measured look as he had with Daphne, Tracey, and Astoria when they had visited. Hermione's eyes narrowed at once, but after visibly shaking herself, the bookish girl seemed to master her emotions, or at least put on a relaxed front. "Parkinson," she greeted with a nod.
"Er, H- hello, everyone," Pansy said quietly, much of her usual bravado and confidence gone, "I... hi."
"No one's going to attack you, you can relax," Harry told her, "did you want to talk in private, or out here?"
The girl flushed again, then leaned to the side, keeping an eye on his friends, and covered her mouth with a hand while she whispered, "B- Both? I... I'm feeling, well, the same... urges, but I don't mind talking, too. I'd..."
Images flashed through Harry's mind unbidden. Not just of the times he'd shagged Pansy though they were definitely included, but visions of a possible future, too. The same girl, pregnant with a child he knew he was his, pumping Neville's cock with her hand while she licked at Hermione's now hairless cunt. Children, running around a picnic table in an expansive garden, many girls around him and his closest friends.
Within two seconds of her statement trailing off, Harry knew very much that he wanted, even needed that scenario to occur.
And there was only one way he could see to reach it.
The rifts had to heal.
"Hermione, now would be a good time to apologize for everything. Pansy, you too."
Ginny's eyes widened as she looked between her best friend and said friend's worst tormentor. Hermione, though, took a deep breath, her face growing deep scarlet. "You're... right, Harry. Parkinson, I-"
"You can call me Pansy," the newcomer said softly, "if- if I can call you Hermione."
Hermione sighed, then gave a tiny nod in Harry's direction before looking directly at Pansy. "I... It might take me some time to adjust, Par-Pansy, but I'll... try. I don't know if I can let everything that's happened between us go, but I'll try. And Harry's right. I do owe you several apologies."
Pansy stood beside Harry, ram-rod stiff, while Hermione listed off a dozen or more slights, rude comments, and outright insults she had said or done to the Slytherin. She finished with, "-And I'm sure there's more I've forgotten. So, I... I'm sorry. I was young and stupid. I know that's not an excuse. I should've taken my own advice, and... Well, I'm sorry if I hurt you. I hope I won't do so again."
Pansy was quiet for a minute, then shocked everyone by giving a proper curtsy to the muggle-born witch. When she stood it was tall and straight again, but something about her posture was different to Harry. No less refined or poised, but... more vulnerable maybe, or open. "I am also... very sorry, Hermione. I... I don't believe we have enough time in the day for me to list off all the ways I've wronged you. But I'm truly, deeply sorry. I regret all of it. I... I've changed, or at least I'd like to think that I have. I will try to be better. You have my solemn promise."
When she stopped speaking, the room was quiet for several seconds. Then Hermione stood up, walked around Ron's protruding legs and stepped toward Pansy before holding out her arms a few paces away. Pansy didn't seem to know what to do with the simple gesture, and stared at her former enemy for several more seconds while Ron and Ginny both gaped. When she felt Harry's hand on the small of her back, though, the dark-haired witch stepped forward, slowly opening her own arms.
Hermione closed the distance after Pansy faltered on the second step, then pulled their visitor into a soft embrace. Lyra and Harry shared a glance over the girls' shoulders with the Succubus sending a thumbs-up his way as well.
When they separated, Pansy looked particularly out-of-sorts as she glanced around the room's occupants as if looking for something. After her gaze finished on Harry, he sent her what he hoped was a supportive smile, pointing toward one of the rear bedrooms. "If you two want to talk things out in private, either of those rooms are free."
Pansy hesitated, sending a questioning look to Hermione who returned the look with what Harry suspected was cautious optimism and gave a small smile. "That sounds... alright. Shall we?"
"Let's," the Slytherin replied, then stared downward in amazement as Hermione's hand fell into hers, gently guiding her around the back of the sitting area toward the right bedroom, the one closest to Harry's.
Harry made it almost to the couch and sat down before Ginny announced to the room, "I'm randy."
He shrugged, opening his zipper and tugging himself free, then sitting down next to her, daring Ron to say something. Ginny cooed, reached out a hand for Harry to lean over and give his cock a lick to help it stiffen. while she used the other hand to wriggle out of her knickers. Then Ginny rose up to kiss Harry on the nose and started stroking him with one hand while looking down and carefully shoving her knickers beneath the couch using her feet.
Then she pulled her shirt up over her modest breasts but left it on below her arms, then turned to face Ron and bent down, placing her hands on the coffee table. She looked between her half-spread legs. "I'm ready, Harry... put it in me, please... I need your big dick."
"Don't mind if I do," he said with a chuckle, and stood up behind her. Before entering his Pet, though, Harry rubbed his length between her thighs to find that she was indeed randy, for there were rivulets of her arousal down the girl's thighs. Harry ran his hand along her pussy first, gathering some of it up to taste it, then put his penis between her legs and gathered up even more of the oily fluid on his cock.
Lyra casually put her feet up on the arms of the soft chair and started fingering herself while she watched. That left Ron facing Ginny and Harry directly too. He grumbled briefly before fishing out his cock and looking in the Succubus' direction, "Now I'm randy, too. Come on, Lyra."
"Uh, uh," the Succubus murmured, "can't... too tired."
Harry knew full well the Succubus could just lie there while he got his rocks off, and Ron would enjoy it just fine, so there was something else going on, but...
Then it hit him. She wants to encourage Ginny to do it and Ron to enjoy it again. He smiled as he pulled back to line up with Ginny's entrance and pushed inside. Both of them moaned as Harry reached around her slender waist and up to grope one tit over her bra. The dark-haired wizard watched Ron's face while he deliberated, eventually dropping a hand to his own cock and starting to slide it back and forth.
He didn't say anything yet, though. Instead, Harry focused on watching the model-like, graceful curves of Ginny Weasley's body while he stroked in and out of her. He was even bigger now, so she could only take two-thirds of him before he hit her cervix, but he hadn't widened himself at all since learning how to control his body's shape. In fact, he'd actually lost a quarter-inch of circumference, give or take, so he wasn't stretching her quite as far.
She didn't seem to complain or even notice, though, as Harry still scraped against the girl's moist walls as he started her rocking back and forth.
"I guess I can wank," Ron muttered, glancing between the clearly masturbating Succubus and his sister's lust-filled face.
"I bet if you asked nicely," Harry said, "your sister would suck you off again."
Ron stopped stroking to stare wide-eyed at Harry. Slowly, over several seconds, his eyes moved downward to meet his sister's. Harry couldn't see her expression from behind, but he could guess, and did see the line of her jaw move, if only a little.
She didn't say anything.
Neither did Ron, at first. Eventually, after glancing at Lyra again, then up at Harry, he looked down and almost hissed, "Ginny, d'you- would you please- um... suck my cock?"
"Hm? I didn't hear you," Ginny said, "Harry's distracting me."
Ron grimaced, muttered something under his breath that even Harry's enhanced hearing didn't catch over the rhythmic, deep breath of Ginny below him, then repeated, "Ginny, would you suck my cock please?"
"Come again?"
Ron scowled down at her, and angled his penis in her direction with one hand. The other pointed it at her mouth with two fingers at the base. He growled, voice low and almost threatening, if it didn't sound so desperate, "P-Please, Gin, blow me."
"No," Ginny whispered to Harry's surprise, but immediately followed with, "but you can fuck my throat, Ron. Use my mouth-pussy, and make me- mnff!"
Ginny rocked back against Harry as Ron did as she'd said, taking hold of her head and shoving in. The girl gagged once, but immediately lifted both hands to wrap around Ron's waist and hold him inside her so that her upper body was supported entirely by his pelvis and long cock in her throat.
"Fucking perverted slag," Ron growled, slowly pulling out after several seconds to let her breathe, though not quite withdrawing his tip, "You want your brother's dick in your mouth that bad? Fine. Have it!"
He started pumping furiously, sending Ginny's much smaller body back into Harry's thighs again and again. Harry could feel the wetness of the hole on his end double over the next few seconds as Ginny was abused, and even stopped his own pumping since Ron was moving her enough for both of them. That freed up his focus to pay more attention to Ginny's tits swinging in his hand, then put the other around her again to rest it over her clit which slid and dragged with every one of her brother's rough humps.
Over a minute or so, Ron's movements grew increasingly erratic, his expression darkening into one of an almost cruel possession as he looked down to watch his baby sister's eyes well with tears over the rough handling. He only pulled free to let her breathe every twenty seconds, and then only for one or two great, heaving breaths before he drove in again. "You like that, slag? You want me to use you like the slag you are, huh? Fuck your face, push you back onto my friend's cock? You get off on that, huh? Or maybe you get off on that Succubus slut watching you get fucked from both sides?"
Lilith, on the chair to Harry's right, gave a little moan and started thrumming herself faster.
Harry began to feel a rapid orgasm approach himself when Ginny's response to Ron's words was to cry out and moan around her brother's schlong. Even over the now louder slap of their flesh together, he could hear her gulping, trying to swallow around Ron, and the noise was driving him wild.
The pleasure doubled for Harry again as Ginny's walls fluttered and shook around him, her body going limp as she climaxed. Her hands fell free to swing and bounce over the table, scattering homework, flinging it about as she endured a powerful, gripping orgasm.
Ron noticed, because he growled, "That's it, slag, cum for your brother's cock," and slammed in, leaving himself there while his erection pulsed and twitched in Ginny's throat, buried all the way down.
Harry was agonizingly close himself, and started rutting as Ron fell still, though not with the same force. Slowly, Ron pulled free inch by inch. Harry was overjoyed at the sight of his friend's dick, slick and slimy with Ginny's throat bile, saliva, and his own white cum. Then, when the tip was finally past her throat, Ginny coughed once, loudly, and sent a spray of white all over Ron's pubes and scrotum.
By the time he'd pulled free, a look of disgust on his face at the mess (or maybe what he'd just done to his sister), Ginny was resting her hands on the table again as Harry grunted, slamming completely into her and filling her womb again.
"Well done, Ron, Ginny," Lyra cooed as she stood up once Harry pulled out of Ginny's gaping vagina, "I'll clean everyone up, don't worry about the mess."
She began with Ron, making a show of tasting the semen that had mixed with Ginny's saliva as she coughed it back onto him at first. "Mm, tasty..." After a few seconds that made Ron shudder, she became more business-like, licking him up more like she would do at the breakfast table. Once he was clean of all but her own saliva, the red-faced boy, hard once again, went to take a shower.
Ginny, still leaning over the table, was soon moaning again beneath Lyra's tongue, and her hips shook under another soft orgasm. After that, she shakily walked to Harry's own bathroom for the same reason.
Once they were gone, the Succubus drifted into the air as Lyra, and kissed Harry briefly before falling the inch or two she had risen to settle her twat on his dick while she straddled him on the couch. "Well played, Master... I think both enjoyed that enough that pushing them a bit further might be safe now, and I know Hermione will enjoy unlocking a bit more of Ron's dominant nature... as soon as we can get him to realize it's control he craves."
"Yeah," Harry murmured, pulling her body against his and kissing the Asian-appearing lips briefly. "How are Hermione and Pansy doing? Do you know?"
Lyra shrugged, nuzzling his neck, "They are both aroused, one more reluctantly than the other, but they're still talking. You might go check on them, unless you want me first."
"I always want you, you know that. It sounds like you have something else in mind, though. What are you going to do?"
Lyra grinned, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Well, as it's just about three, I think I'll go find a few students to encourage in their lusts. Unless you have something in particular...?"
"Well, I'm still suspicious of Malfoy and his goons," Harry said quietly, "even if Goyle basically confirmed it was them. Can you go up to the Room of Requirement and keep an eye out for him doing anything? Of course, you can have fun with Mandy if she agrees- you can even look like me."
"Fun," Lyra said with a smile, then morphed into his appearance including clothing before reaching down to give his cock a squeeze. "I found the best Master in... centuries, maybe, and it was my first time being Summoned. I'm so lucky."
"Not as lucky as me," Harry argued with a laugh as she- he, now- moved away, circling around him and heading for the door.
Once he was gone, Harry put his wet, erect cock back in his pants and moved to the door Pansy and Hermione had used, giving it a soft knock.
"Come in," Hermione's voice said after a few seconds.
Harry found himself admiring the curve of Pansy's neck as it met her olive-hued shoulder, before widening his perception to more than just a fraction of one person in the room. She was the closer of the two, but both girls were sitting on the right edge of the bed, heads turned toward him. Both sat with ankles crossed, Hermione's a little higher, with the Gryffindor in her usual neat casual clothing, and Pansy in the weekend version of the Hogwarts uniform: basically everything except the outer jacket and with shorter hose than girls were normally required to wear during classes.
And the two were holding hands, one of Pansy's held in both of Hermione's, resting between their laps. Both had also clearly been crying, judging by the eyeliner running down Pansy's cheeks and the slight puffiness of his girlfriend's eyes. "Everything going okay?" Harry asked quietly, shutting the door behind him.
Pansy turned her head to Hermione, then back to him. "I... think so. She... Hermione explained the things that you've... been doing. I already knew about your slave, but..."
"She's not my slave," Harry corrected softly, closing some of the distance to pace around the small floor space not covered in furniture, "she's my friend. Lilith may've started out as more a servant, but..."
Pansy nodded slowly as he spoke, not contradicting him. "And... the rest? Your... relationships?"
"I told her almost everything, Harry," Hermione said quietly, "I hope you don't mind. She had a lot of questions."
"And of course, you had to answer," Harry said with a soft smile, waving his hand in her direction, "I'm not mad, you... should have. I'm glad you did, really, because now I won't have to. I was already planning to, if I ever found the right moment, it's just..."
"Why?" Pansy asked, "Why would you, though? I don't... I'm not your friend. I'm just somebody you gave some good advice to, and we... were intimate a few times. I'd like to think we are allies, maybe, but..."
"Aren't we friends, though?" Harry returned quietly, stopping his slow pace and facing the girl, "Because I thought we were. Maybe not close friends, but more than just acquaintances. Not because of any intimacy, either. At least, not physical intimacy."
Hermione rolled her eyes, but didn't protest or seem offended this time. She'd always been fairly honest in all her dealings, hated deception with a passion. So if she wasn't outwardly bothered that Harry had been with Pansy anymore, then it was probably alright with her. She would make it known if she wasn't. Pansy, though, looked down, flushing slightly, "I... I want to be more than allies. If... if you think of yourself- of us- as friends, then... I'd like that."
"Good," Harry smiled genuinely, "but that does come with some other requirements, you know," and started pacing again, mostly turning his attention to the few knicknacks the room had collected from the short stays Hermione, Ron, or Ginny and their occasional other guests had made.
"R- Requirements? I've already told you I'll do all I can for your side- our side."
"Not that," Hermione murmured, "He means... if you're his friend, you have to be our friend, too. All of us. Even if that means consorting with muggle-borns like me, and blood-traitors like the Weasleys."
Pansy gave the girl a strange look, wiping at some of her eyeliner and making it smear across a cheek, "I... don't understand your point. I mean, I had assumed you were a package deal. Harry's... worth it. Not that I mean it will be hard to be around you or the Weasleys, I... I mean, I want to get to know the people Harry likes. I want to be your friend, their friend, because... because if Harry sees some value in your relationships, then I... I want to be the kind of person who does, too."
"Okay," Hermione said softly, "That's good to know. I'll remind you that it might be hard, but I'm willing to let the past go. We can be friends from now on, if you want."
"I do," Pansy said, whimpering, then sniffled. "I can't believe how cruel I was, but I... You're a very good person, Hermione Granger."
"Good, now kiss and make up," Harry said, amused.
Hermione shot him a glare, but Pansy turned scarlet, "K-k-kiss? H- Hermione? I... I mean, that is to say, I..."
"Don't worry about it," Hermione growled to her while still shooting Harry a dirty look, "He's always making inappropriate jokes these days."
"I- I would, if it would... help," Pansy admitted. "I mean... I'm not attracted to girls, but if Harry..."
"I'm not, either," Hermione reassured her, "but there is the occasional... well... you know what I said we've done. It can be... exciting. If we aren't already involved, though, there's no pull toward..."
Maybe it was a bit unfair, but Harry didn't mind so much. The idea had come to him as a jest, yes, but now it had taken root. Gradually he tried to turn up his newly-gained Aura of Arousal.
There wasn't an immediate effect, aside from a slight softening of Hermione's dirty looks in his direction, so Harry asked, "Have you explained why we're doing the things we are?"
Hermione nodded, glancing back at Pansy for a moment, "Not in detail, but yes. I've told her we're using sexual magic to enhance our capabilities without specifics. I don't know Ginny's power, after all, and my own is something equivalent to something more powerful wizardkind can do anyway, even if I've come by it very early in my life."
"Mage sight is really hard to do, though," Pansy told her, "I mean, most people acknowledge that the Headmaster can do it, and maybe the Deputy Headmistress. The Dark Lord probably can, and my mother's got some ability to do it, but it takes a spell for her. I don't know of anyone else except Mad-Eye Moody that can do it, and he needed that weird eye."
Hermione shrugged, looking a bit embarrassed by the comparisons, "Still, I... that's all I got from it. It's useful, and it's already helped a lot in my classes. I can just watch the magic flow as the Professors demonstrate the spells and mimic that, but I was already ahead of the class in most everything thanks to my study."
"And talent," Harry reminded her, "and drive, and smarts."
Pansy supplied, "I agree, Hermione. Don't sell yourself short. A lot of- a lot of how I used to be centered on jealousy that you were so good when, according to what I'd been taught, you should be below every pure-blood in terms of talent and skill. That you excel so much... well, you earn it, I know you do, but... it's astounding how powerful you could be."
Hermione blushed again, "I'm not that special..."
This time, Harry and Pansy shared a look, both rolling their eyes while Hermione was looking away. Then the girl stood up, letting go of Hermione's hands. "I must look terrible. I... I came for something else, Harry, if- if I could have a private word?"
He nodded, "Of course. There's a WC in there, you can wash up first if you want. I've got the evening, if you don't have plans to leave in a hurry. But, um... for the record, having seen you without, you look just as good without makeup at all."
She blushed, then followed his gesture toward the small door.
Once the door had closed and the tap began to run, Hermione looked up at Harry, sending him a half-annoyed, half-amused glare. "You're terrible, you know. She's scared to death of any of us rejecting her, and you have to tease her about us kissing? Once she comes out, I'll leave you to your conversation, but-"
"Stay, if she will let you," Harry interrupted. "I think I know what she wants, but-"
"Of course she wants to shag you," Hermione hissed, "and I'm fine with that. I just don't see the need to watch your back. You trust her, don't you?"
"I do," Harry agreed, "and I want you there. Not to watch my back... but because I think it'll be easier for her to acclimate to you first than anyone else, except maybe Lyra."
"Fine," Hermione muttered, glancing at the door of the water closet, "but if she doesn't want me here, I'm out. I'll go read or something."
"Of course."
Once Pansy, looking considerably more put-together, stepped out of the small room, Harry didn't give her a chance to remind them that she wanted a private talk. Instead, Harry, as usual, chose the more open, up-front route. "You want to shag, right?"
Pansy glanced to Hermione, looking suddenly scared, and turned a dusky color.
"I don't mind if you do," Hermione said matter-of-factly, "it's not like I don't know you haven't already, and Harry has... some fairly strong needs. These days, most of us do."
"I... I do, yes," Pansy conceded, looking down shyly at the floor and twisting one of her cute mary-janes into the carpet with her hands folded behind her back, "but I don't want to... infringe."
Hermione snorted. Harry had a slightly more diplomatic approach, oddly enough. "I think you'll find that, using Hermione's words, 'these days' the lot of us don't have a whole lot of... boundaries, I suppose you could call them. We're all pretty open about such things, and..."
"What he's saying," Hermione finally said after Harry trailed off, leaving Pansy not looking any less confused, "is that he wants me to stay while you do. If that bothers you then I will leave, no questions asked and no feelings hurt. But if you want me to stay, or don't mind me staying, then I will."
"Er... Would- Would you be... participating?"
Hermione shot Harry a look as if to say that this whole line of questioning was his fault, but shrugged, "I can, but I don't have to. I've... well, as I said, normally I'm not attracted to girls. But when Harry's aroused, I tend to... be more free. And you are a pretty young woman."
"Thank you," Pansy blushed. "I... I don't know if I'd... like that. I suppose I don't mind if you stay, though. Would you just be... w- watching?"
The brunette shrugged again, "I don't know. I'm fairly turned on myself right now, and both listening and watching you two would likely encourage me at least to... to satisfy myself."
Pansy's eyes rolled, "In the first four years, we Slytherins have roommates, and in later years we get our own for fifth through seventh. But yes, I'm used to girls... entertaining themselves while I'm around. No one in my dorm was as sneaky as they thought. Especially not..."
"She knows about Daphne and Tracey," Harry said casually, "they dropped by the other day, together."
'Ah. I..."
Hermione gave Pansy a steady look, "I'm not one to judge. I've... been with Ginny Weasley several times. A couple of them when Harry wasn't even around, since she's... apparently not limited to just men in her desires without Harry. It's a pleasurable experience even if not something I'd normally go for. I don't care if they're girlfriends, not one bit."
"Alright," Pansy said after a moment, glancing between them, "You should know it's not so well-looked upon in most of our older families. Harder to keep the blood going if you're seeking... well, same-sex partners. I personally don't care one whit, and I know that Daphne already has a Contract with Harry to carry on her line, and Tracey has another arrangement with him, so it doesn't surprise me so much to hear they were here."
"Will it surprise them if they find out you were?" Harry asked.
Pansy shook her head, "No, I... told them I was coming, in case... something happened, or I didn't come back tonight."
Harry grinned. "So... you basically came for a booty call."
"I don't know what that means," Pansy replied.
Hermione shook his head and stood up, pressing her jeans flat and walked past Harry, slapping his shoulder as she did, "Ignore him, he's basically a child still. Mentally, at least. There are other parts that are more mature."
"Yes," Pansy muttered drily, "I know about those."
Pansy stood awkwardly looking at the floor between Harry and herself while Hermione sat down in the chair by the desk and picked up whatever book had been lying there. "Er... what would you like to start with?" Harry asked.
She shrugged, "I..."
That was all for a moment, until Hermione piped up, "I won't be interrupting unless you want me to, but I'll take this chance since you haven't started yet to remind you that Harry has very little in the way of inhibitions or taboos. If you want him to do something in particular, he'll likely help you out if you ask."
Pansy swallowed, then steeled her nerves and stood up straighter, pushing her shoulders back, staring directly up at Harry. "I... want you to undress me. Er, slowly. And... while you do, tell me I'm..."
"I get what you're trying to say," Harry murmured as she trailed off, blushing again. He stepped in close, feeling her chest just brush against his, and rested his hands on her waist. Then he leaned in, nesting his nose in her bobbed, dark hair and inhaled slowly. "You smell divine, Pansy, and you look delectable. I..."
Pansy shivered against him, leaning into Harry's body as his hands drifted both higher and lower, one skirting up the back of her blouse, the other drifting down over her round rump to cup it for a moment, then twitch his fingers against the lower hem. "I want you," he whispered into her ear, running the bottom of his tongue along the shell, then pressing his bulge against her stomach, "can you feel how much, Pansy? Thinking about being with you again drives me crazy. I love your hair..."
He gave it another long inhale, running his left hand up the back of her neck and through the hair on the back of the girl's head. She sighed, tilting her head back into his hand as her breathing picked up. "I love how it feels when you shiver against me... the feel of your tits pushing on my chest. The angle of your cute nose, and your luscious lips..." Harry ran his tongue, then, down the girl's jaw, across her cheek, letting his other hand drift around to her shoulder.
"How your collar shakes as you pant, and the hint of cleavage you always show..." He dipped a finger down, following the collar of her blouse down to push two digits between her breasts, hooking a button from behind and pulling it free with a pop.
Pansy gasped as he did, then pulled back enough to use the same fingers to open her blouse a little more, staring down at the now four inches of exposed cleavage. "I love how hot your body is, like there's a fire inside you that can't be put out. I love your determination, your willpower, and how you're not afraid to admit it when you're wrong."
Pansy moaned again, tilting up to kiss Harry's chin while he talked. His hand drifted lower, unbuttoning her blouse one at a time though he didn't pop any more of the buttons. At each one, he found something new to admire. "I love your skin, how it's smooth... just a little brown... your hips... I'd love to see you dance, you know... feel your thighs around me, pulling me in..."
Harry continued until her blouse fell to the floor, and cupped one breast while he reached around her to undo the snap on the bra. He held it there with the front hand for a bit, trailing fingertips down the curve of her spine, too. "I love how you arch as I take you from behind..."
Then he stood back and let the last piece of clothing fall. He stepped behind her then, sliding one arm around the girl's waist to splay against her stomach, and reached down to Pansy's knee with the other. He spider-walked it up the outside of her leg, over the skirt, and then to the zipper at the back, which he pushed down slowly, "I love how much you want me... even if you love someone else. I love that you're willing to be friends with people you once scorned..."
He pushed the skirt down, then stood back up and put first one hand, then the other, on Pansy's shoulders and leaned in over her right side. "Hermione... isn't she beautiful?"
The brunette looked up from her book, seeming truly surprised to remember there were others in the room. At once, though, her features softened as she looked down Pansy's front, now clad only in knickers, and then back up more slowly.
While she was looking downward, Harry's fingers hooked in the outside of Pansy's black knickers and pulled out, pushing them down around the flare of her hips. "I love how your hips wiggle when I touch you... do you want me to touch you, Pansy?"
"Y- Yes," she whispered, pushing her rear against his pants, "P- please, Harry..."
"She is beautiful," Hermione agreed after a few moments, opening her legs a little and resting one hand on her thigh.
"See, Hermione agrees," Harry murmured, lifting a hand to push up against the bottom of both of Pansy's tits with his forearm. The other hand moved down her front to cover the small, dark patch of hair between Pansy's legs, and he dipped one finger inside. "You're really wet... are you getting off knowing she's seeing you naked?"
"N- n-no," Pansy murmured, lifting an arm behind her to circle Harry's head and fist in his hair, "It's- it's y-you..."
"Mm. So, if I left, you wouldn't let Hermione touch you instead?"
"N- nn... I... I..."
"I would, if you asked," Hermione admitted, "but if you don't want me to I'll stay right here."
Harry's fingers started moving more quickly on Pansy's pussy, his thumb back and forth over her clit, and another finger pushed into her. His other hand moved up to cover both of her already-hard nipples, and pulled her into him that way, hard enough to make Pansy moan.
He used his foot to push against her ankles, which still had her socks and shoes on- spreading the girl's legs a foot or so. Then the hand on her cunt drifted up and around her hips, dragging a smear of pussy juice that glistened in the candle-light of the room until he reached down around her bum and resumed fingering the girl, this time from behind. Pansy moaned as he opened her folds with his fingers. "I love the sounds you make when you make love... and how much you deny what you want. Give in, Pansy. Tell me what you want."
"I want you," she whispered, twisting her head to pull him into a long kiss that left her panting as she pulled away, resting her forehead on his.
"Well, my hands are busy," he teased, "so I can't undress... why don't you ask Hermione to keep you entertained while I get ready to do just that?"
Pansy whimpered, "I..."
Harry pulled away, leaving his hands to fall free as he took two steps back. Pansy half-turned toward him, exposing a perfect side-view of her body, and reached out... he was just out of her reach. "Ah, ah... if you want someone to touch you right now, ask Hermione."
The witch pouted, then swallowed, turning her head the other direction and whispering, "H- Hermione...? Did- do you want to... touch me?"
Perhaps it was unfair, using his Aura of Arousal on the girl, but Harry had stopped caring before she had asked Hermione. Pansy came here, essentially, to use him in some fashion. Harry was fine with that because he benefitted as well. But if she was truly going to be kept from slipping back into her old ways, he needed to ensure the young woman wouldn't stray, that she had plenty of reason to stay with them.
For that, he needed her to really enjoy her time with him.
And a little help wouldn't go amiss in that.
Hermione closed the book, but stayed seated as she continued to admire the nearly nude girl. "I will, if you want me to. But I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Pansy."
"I... I do," she whispered.
"Alright." Hermione stood up and methodically began to disrobe. Once she was done, while Harry watched her, she stood up and faced Pansy, holding her arms a little out from her sides, palm forward, and gave a slow spin. "This is what I look like... it's fair, right?"
"Goddess," Pansy exhaled, "You're very beautiful, too."
Where once Hermione might have died of shock to hear the Slytherin say that to her with such sincerity, now she only smiled faintly and murmured, "Thank you. Now... Do you want me to just touch you? Or do you want more?"
"I've, er... never- never been with a woman," Pansy whispered. "I've seen- seen Tracey and Daphne, but..."
"You'd like to see what it's like?"
Pansy nodded once, seeming scared but also still very much in need.
Hermione stepped in, putting Pansy between her and Harry, then reached down to pick up the girl's right arm by the wrist, lifting it to rest on her own left tit. "Feel me, then... explore me."
Harry lifted his own shirt over his shoulders as quickly as possible so he could see Pansy give Hermione a light squeeze, grazing her palm over the front of the breast, and then prod a nipple, which began to swell.
She looked down at it, amazed, and put it between her thumb and forefinger, giving a soft pinch that made Hermione sigh as Harry lifted one leg and yanked off his shoe and sock, then repeated the other and pushed down his pants, leaving him in just his boxers.
Pansy tentatively reached out with both hands, lifting Hermione's tits and letting them fall. When they stopped swaying, she pushed them together, then pinched the distended nipple, which made Hermione sigh. "That feels good," she murmured, "Do you want me to show you how good?"
The black-haired girl nodded, hands now beginning to roam up and down Hermione's arms, her stomach and sides. Hermione gave Pansy's breasts a pair of gropes as well, and as her own dark nipples, already hard, continued to swell, she flicked them both, left then right, and gave one side a slight twist. "Feels good, right?"
"Mm... mm-hmm..."
Harry started to stroke himself slowly as he walked around the girls, admiring the sight of them full-circle, before Hermione reached up to cup Pansy's head with her hands and pull her down. "Suck on them."
Pansy swallowed, seeming to resist Hermione's grip at first, but as she spoke, the other girl moaned and stopped fighting. Instead, she flicked one nipple with her tongue, then pulled it between her lips. Hermione moaned, pressing her chest into Pansy. The latter suckled for several seconds, then pulled away. "Did you like it? I've never done it before."
Hermione, slightly taller anyway and with her hands still holding Pansy's head at her chest level, smiled. "I liked it very much."
Then she let go and her hands slid down Pansy's front, over her chest, and kept going down as the bookworm sank to her knees with her hands on the front of Pansy's thighs. "Now..."
She didn't say anything else. Instead, she put her mouth to work laving on the lightly furred snatch. Pansy began moaning, humping herself against Hermione's face almost at once. Harry joined in then, stepping up behind her and pressing his slab of meat between her arse cheeks, then reaching a couple fingers around to circle Pansy's delicate throat, putting two fingers into her mouth, too. "Hermione's probably making you feel really good, right?"
It was hard for her to talk with Harry's fingers in her mouth, but Pansy tried to say, "Oh, God yes!"
He whispered, "Ginny's even better."
Soon, Pansy's hips were gyrating wildly against Hermione's mouth, and the movement of her arse on his cock might have been enough to get Harry off, but the girl climaxed, screeching out with a keening wail, clutching Hermione's head with thigh and hands both.
Then Hermione stood up, face glistening, and leaned in to kiss Pansy deeply. The girl was surprised at first, and didn't resist for several seconds. When she did begin to struggle, it was only for a moment before she began moaning once more into Hermione's mouth as her fingers doubtless went to work on the other girl's pussy. Then, smiling proudly, Hermione backed up, put her hands on Pansy's shoulders, and pushed her down. "On your knees, Pansy... it's my turn."
The girl paled, still panting from her powerful orgasm, but slowly descended on shaking knees.
It was clear from the first few seconds that the Slytherin witch hadn't had nearly the practice that Hermione had, but she still went at it gamely, while Hermione kept a hand on the girl's head and worked her own chest, alternating sides frequently with the other.
Harry stopped his slow circles then, coming up behind Hermione instead, and let his cock fall against the small of her back as he looked over her shoulder. "Pansy looks really good between your legs, Hermione," he whispered, just loud enough he knew both girls could hear over the lewd sounds emanating from below, "It's very sexy."
"I agree," Hermione moaned, "keep licking... yes, right on my clit... that's- that's it..."
It took more than a couple of minutes for Pansy's less expert tongue to get Hermione off, but after the brunette finished, she pulled away and turned, holding Pansy down at the shoulder again as she returned to her knees, facing Harry. "His turn... I love sucking cock. You ever done it?"
"With Harry," Pansy said between pants, "I... he made me, then I chose to."
"Did you like it?"
Pansy shrugged, blushing deeply, "More- more than I thought I would."
"If you want to get good," Harry murmured, still stroking himself as he looked down at the girls, "watch Hermione. She's the best human girl I know, and could give Lilith a run for her money any day."
"O- Oh. Okay."
"Watch and learn then," Hermione murmured, and leaned forward, angling Harry down.
Somehow, she took his entire length on the first swallow, watching either him, or looking to her left at Pansy, who gaped. Then she pulled off and repeated it, deep-throating him on every pump for more than a minute, fast and hard, before angling him toward Pansy.
"I- I don't think I could-"
Hermione smiled, "You don't have to. Just do what you can. Relaxing helps- personally, I find having a dick in my mouth very relaxing."
Pansy flicked his tip with her tongue, then opened her lips just a little, letting them graze every bit of his wide head as she took him inside. Her tongue was already at work, too, though her movements were rough and unrefined. But Harry had been wanking while watching the girls explore each other for half an hour, and had just been getting a truly expert blowjob from Hermione for a minute, so he was already getting close. "God, that feels great, Pansy..."
She kept it up, smiling around him as she began to bob. Then Hermione leaned in again and started to lick along the lower half of Harry's shaft, then his balls, and back before kissing Pansy on the cheek and lips.
Harry groaned at the sight, at the feel of having his cock in two girls' mouths at once. Then Hermione tugged him free of Pansy's orifice with a pop, and started deep-throating him again. This time, she only did it for a few seconds before offering him to Pansy again, who took over immediately though she didn't try to do the same.
"Harry," Hermione moaned, pushing a hand between her legs, and doing the same to Pansy, who yelped but started to grind into her, "cum for us... We're both hungry for your sperm, Harry. Feed us!"
The wizard wasn't that close, but Hermione's dirty talk changed his mind about how much to enjoy the current situation, and he willed the climax to come faster. Soon, he was flexing and pumping, spurting seed onto two outstretched tongues and into wide open, eager mouths. Once he was done, Hermione leaned in and pulled hard with her lips on his tip to get a bit more out, then reached up to turn Pansy's head toward her, giving her a sloppy, jizz-covered kiss.
By the time she had finished, Harry was rock-solid again, staring avidly at a long string of slobbery white that ran from Pansy's chin to her tits, swinging as she gasped for breath.
Hermione smiled, standing up, and patted Pansy on the head. "Okay, thanks- I've got some reading to do. Have fun."
With a gobsmacked expression Pansy watched her former nemesis walk back to the chair and sit down, crossing one leg over the other, and open the book once more. Then Harry made her jump by tapping her cheek with his still very erect cock. She stared at it for several seconds, then slowly looked up his body. "You... you want m-more?"
"Well," Harry replied reasonably, "you came for a shag, right? We haven't done that, yet."
Pansy blushed, then nodded, slowly pushing her way to her feet with a distinct lack of grace. Once she was standing on wobbly knees, the girl turned to the bed and put one knee on it, leaning forward... and that was where Harry caught her, half-way onto the furniture. He put one hand in her hair, grabbing a small fistful of it, and the other around one of her luscious mammaries, squeezing tightly to hold her in place as he growled, "Is this what you want, Pansy? You want me to take you from behind, like I did that first night on the tower? Did you get off on knowing Draco was watching you fuck a stranger?"
Pansy whimpered, still frozen, and didn't protest or say anything. So Harry gave her tit a rough squeeze from behind and pulled her hair enough to bring her head all the way back, then let go and spanked her across both ass cheeks in one swipe, as hard as he dared. Pansy cried out, a high-pitched shriek, then immediately ground her ass against him, whimpering. "I... I..."
Harry filled his hands with her rump as he knelt on one knee, shoving his face into the half-delirious girl's cunt, thrusting his nose into her snatch itself while writhing his tongue over her clit. Pansy climaxed almost at once. He'd already known the girl was either a stranger to true pleasure aside from with him, or that she was extremely sensitive, because she'd always climaxed very easily.
This time was no exception, and another rush of fluids trickled down Harry's tongue and chin, landing on the floor next to the bed and running into his mouth, filling him with the flavor of fresh cream cheese. He kept licking on her clit as he shifted his head to push in one finger, then two, and finally three, pumping them in an arc back and forth, striking across the wide g-spot behind her nub, until Pansy came again, shrieking his name. Then he stood up while she quivered, and drove into her depths.
The witch climaxed again as he bottomed out, scraping into her womb as well now, for he was larger naturally than he had been even the last time when they'd made love in her dorm. But any pain Pansy might've felt was drowned out by ecstasy as he started to move. Harry took hold of her elbows and hauled her back into an arc so her top half was upright and the bottom horizontal, then started fucking into her harder and harder, making her whole body shake. Damn, Harry thought to himself, I really need to do this with a mirror, so I can see her from the front, too. I bet she'd like that.
"What do you think, Hermione?" He asked.
"Hm? Oh... she's a tart," the studious girl said distractedly, "who likes being watched. I bet she'd like it if Ron came in and saw her getting shagged rotten, too."
Pansy whimpered, and Harry knew she was getting close again, but felt that it might be too much at this moment, so he kept hammering away instead, letting go of one arm so that her torso fell and twisted, until he reached around it to grab a breast again, holding it with a tight grip as she shook and moaned against his onslaught.
After a few minutes and another orgasm, Harry leaned over Pansy and murmured softly in her ear, "Is this what you wanted, Pansy? Do you want this, me? Do you want Hermione? Would you accept the others, if they ask?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" she shrieked, tossing her head wildly as her body shook with every thrust Harry made.
"Then I'll do what you said, and cum in your pussy... you want that, right?"
"Please, please, oh Circe, yes, cum in me!"
Despite his calm exterior, Harry was incredibly aroused by the dominance Pansy seemed to enjoy from him, and knowing that Hermione was watching him do this to Pansy Parkinson in particular added another layer of excitement to her thin, smooth and very wet channel. He pushed forward, making Pansy stagger against the bed and half-fall with him atop her, as he began to climax, too.
When he slowly pulled out, Harry was both horrified and excited by the sight of his semen leaking, almost running like water, from the gaping hole between Pansy's legs, and her quiet weeping.
"Er... P-Pansy? What's... what's wrong?" he asked, "I... I thought you wanted..."
"I did," she whispered hoarsely, "I... I've never orgasmed that hard... in... in my whole life. I... I'll do it, everything- anything... just keep doing that to me, Potter..."
"Oh. I..." Harry didn't know how to react to that. He knew he was a sexual being, of course, especially after having Summoned Lilith and learning all he had from her so far. He knew he could literally break someone's mind and turn them into a creature of pure lust as well, like Romilda Vane. But this... Pansy didn't seem changed, really, at least not aside from her own choices to follow his advice, but...
"I'll talk to her, Harry," Hermione eventually said, "But I think what she's trying to say is: 'thank you, master'."
"Mm," Pansy murmured, but didn't correct her former enemy.
Harry left the room after gathering his clothes, while Hermione still occasionally turned pages, though she was now diddling herself openly while she read, and Pansy lay half on the bed still, legs spread and quivering every few minutes as she continued to leak his fluids.
Freshly showered, Harry stepped from his bedroom to find Ron polishing his Cleansweep. "So, Quidditch practice on Saturday."
"Yeah," Harry nodded, "good reminder, cheers. Let me grab mine."
He returned a minute later with his own broom servicing kit and Firebolt, taking the seat next to Ron on the couch. They worked in near silence for a few minutes, until Ron asked quietly, voice carefully neutral, "So, Parkinson."
Harry grinned, "Yeah? What about her?"
"I already knew you shagged," Ron muttered, glancing at the still-closed door that their girlfriend and the girl in question were presumably still behind, "and I heard you loud and clear earlier- heard her louder. But what's going on?"
"Well, she mentioned before, when Hermione was mad at me for doing it, that she was curious if you were a good shag, too."
Ron blushed, "Wha- what'd you tell her?"
"I told her to find out herself, more or less. She... she might be joining us. It's still her choice, but she seemed to want to."
Ron's eyebrows rose, "You mean... a Slytherin? With- our group?"
Harry shrugged, "I don't see why not. I expect Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass will want to join eventually, too. I could be wrong, but..."
Ron's eyes narrowed, but only for a few seconds. "Well, whatever, I s'pose it's not really my choice. At least she's finally grown out of that pug nose."
"I think her nose is cute," Harry replied, "but yeah, it wasn't as cute when she was younger. Great tits though, and a good lay."
Harry laughed along with Ron, who conceded the point with a finger in the air.
"Aww, Master's talking dirty," Lyra said from behind them with a giggle, then put her hands around his head to rest on his chest, draping her generous chest on his crown. "Is the sub going to join us, then? Is that what I heard?"
"Sub? Isn't that a sandwich?" Ron asked.
Harry grinned, "I'll let Lyra explain the term as far as this goes- I found my previous education very entertaining over the summer. Turns out Lilian is a bit of a sub herself."
"She sure is," Lyra chuckled, "and Master is a good Dom. Anyway, Ron, a sub in this case refers to a submissive, and a Dom- capital D- a Dominant. You could think of them almost like a slave and Master relationship, similar to mine with Master, but..."
As Lyra continued to explain, Harry could hear the rising sounds of Pansy's passion from the bedroom until she had another trio of what sounded like shatteringly powerful orgasms. Then, a few minutes later, Ginny stepped from the room, looking very pleased with herself. "Alright, I'm going to go wash up again, and head for dinner," she announced, making for Harry's bedroom.
Hermione, buttoning her shirt up with the same book under her arm, followed a minute later. "Passed out, poor thing. I... Harry, you'd better treat her right. Don't take advantage of... who she's finding out she is."
Harry nodded solemnly as the girl passed for the more public shower, "I won't. I got it drilled into me earlier, like I said to Ron already, how those relationships should work. If she joins us, she will not regret it. If she doesn't, someone else is out there to make her very happy."
Ron, now having a bit more context for what both girls were talking about, shook his head as Hermione disappeared again. "I can't believe some girls like being treated like that, but... it's really hot."
"Yep," Harry agreed, "and the best part? I know she'll obey if I tell her I want to share."
Ron grinned, glancing up at Lyra who now stood behind Harry, massaging his shoulders, "I do like access to more pussy. Even if it's still weird to think about not being, you know, with one special witch."
Harry nodded, "I kind of feel the same way sometimes. Like I'm a prick for not being able to settle- I mean, Hermione, Ginny, Lyra... is that not enough? And yet..."
"Think of it this way," Lyra suggested, "being with one special girl is great. Being with five special girls, though...?"
"Good point."
"Good point, indeed," Harry laughed.
Voldemort scowled at the news that had come from his loyal followers at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, annoyed once more that he had to rely on children for 'reliable' news now that his spy had been ousted for indecency. "I am... displeased," he hissed, voice high and sibilant but still soft as Meera Yaxley, under a disillusionment charm and thoroughly under the control of his Imperius curse- she had proven recalcitrant when he had asked nicely- worked his perpetually stiff member with one hand beneath his robes.
It would not do for him to be openly engaged in such acts in full court, after all, just as it would not do for his newly rekindled urges to go unsatisfied. It wasn't the best compromise, but it would work for now, though his patience with the lesser pleasure was beginning to wear thin... as was his patience with Draco Malfoy's performance thus far. "I suspect," the white-faced figure continued after a moment, "that young Draco, having finally been given a reward for his efforts in my service, is spending too much time with his plaything, and not enough time doing my will. I suspect that he will learn the lesson... eventually. But I am not a patient man, am I, Lucius?"
"N- No, M-M'Lord," the gaunt, almost skeletal man, who hung swinging from a pair of chains affixed to the roof by his ankles, nude, with his now filthy silver-blonde hair dragging on the floor, gasped.
"No, I am not," Voldemort hissed softly. "As such, young Draco will need a reminder that while I reward those who do well, I have little tolerance for failure. Mulciber, Parkinson... who else is in the school that is loyal to me, capable of doing whatever is asked, and not the sniveling, whining fool that is Draco Malfoy?"
The two shared a look, both knowing that they had been asked in particular given other news... and that for the latter, that news was not good. The elder Parkinson had been forced to relay that young Draco's betrothed had elected she would rather be without a family than serve her true Master.
She had not yet been cast out, but that was under Voldemort's instruction. He could be patient when it mattered, and it wouldn't do to cast her out when she might still be of use with the proper enticements. A year or so after she left Hogwarts, for example, with no money or place to go, would likely bring the prodigal daughter crying back to her parents, and thus to him.
He had seen it before, and would likely see it again.
In fact, young Meera Yaxley, just eighteen herself, had been one such girl who had been forced to turn to prostitution after deserting her family. Now, fairly experienced in the ways of sex but still attractive and young, she had become something of a favorite for Voldemort even if he had to renew her Imperius every few days... the will she possessed made it all the sweeter as he had broken her in.
"There's... there's still the Montague boy, Corvus," Parkinson supplied, "or Vincent and Gregorovitch's boys."
"I notice," Voldemort said, louder, "that you did not name your own loyal daughter... I wonder why."
"My- my lord... knows why," Parkinson said, voice dropping from terrified, almost a squeak, to a near-whisper.
"Yes, yes I do. Montague will do... or the Nott boy. Tubby?"
"Th- Theodore, Teddy," Mulciber corrected, guessing rightly that his Master's tone had been truly questioning.
"Ah, yes. Those two... you will contact their fathers. They, in turn, will make it very clear that they have a task from me, a task they had best fulfill. I care not which one succeeds, though the one who does will receive the reward I plan. The task is simple. Go to the place young Draco is working, while he and his friends are not there. Kill the girl, then leave. Do not dispose of the body. That should be clear enough, don't you think?"
"Y- Yes, My Lord," both of the men stammered at the same time, hurrying quickly from the room.
"Now... I have work to do, and so do all of you. If there is nothing else demanding of my time, leave."
Within a minute, the room was nearly empty. Besides Voldemort himself, Lucius still slowly spun, genitals on display but shrunken and withered from his lord's most recent punishment, and the disgusting evidence of those he'd been forced to satisfy clogging his nose and running up the man's face and the young girl pumping the Dark Lord's shaft. "Your mouth," he hissed.
At once, his robes were pulled open, and the girl, invisible to all but him, sank to her knees and complied.
Truthfully, while his first few weeks of this... affliction had been most distracting, in more recent days Voldemort found himself able to think more clearly than he had in years while being pleasured, and he was growing glad for it. Aside from the activity feeling so very good.
Whatever had caused it had coincided with the first reports of increasing activity among the students of Hogwarts, Voldemort was sure of it. But he had yet to figure out or learn why, or what the cause was.
That, likely, would be a task to assign to whoever it was that carried out his newest orders for the school, once his way in had been properly put in order.
"Deeper, yes... choke on me... ah, yes, that's better... You are turning into a most excellent slave."
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