A/N:
Finally, if you like this story or any of my other stories, please consider supporting me on 'The Pat-r-on Site'. You can find it by going to Pat [r] 3on DOTcom/ KajaWilder (you must have NSFW filter turned off to find my page).
OR
On SubscribeStar at subscribestar * . * adult / kajawilder.
If even one in twenty people that read this supported me on Sub Star Adult at any level, I would be able to easily continue focusing on writing more... and you could read more. I'm going to keep writing anyway. But the pace would be and will be a lot faster if you can spare a few dollars monthly. My lowest tier isn't even a small drink at a theater. Is it worth it? Is it worth it to you? If so, then please support me.
Of course, you can ALSO find more of the same stories there. Most everything here (including FwB, PoW, and TaL) are posted here at least a week after the lowest tier's delayed post on SubStar. It's posted up past Chapter 70 so... binge away. ;)
Oh, and DISCORD! /EDHf6ZG
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Non-Con PLAY, BDSM, Genderbending, FAMILY FUN, and some Futa. Most of this chapter (and the next) are smut... but it's smut with character growth and plot happening.
Chap. 50: Divestiture of Freedom
To help him take his mind of things, Harry had urged Hermione to go through with their plans for Saturday morning. At first, she'd been a bit reluctant, but had changed her own mind without urging within a few minutes of him asking. That was why he, like Ron, had slept in the dorm after leaving Dumbledore's office. His waking early was not the result of his Runes this time, but Hermione and Ginny shutting the door quietly behind them. He sat up and pushed the blankets down to reveal his erection, but neither girl went for it at first. Instead, Ginny doffed her robes, tossing them over Harry's bed, to reveal that she was wearing a slinky black teddy. Hermione's own, revealed a moment later, was eggshell blue. "Damn, you two are sexy," he whispered, unable to decide who to look at more.
"Yes, well, you'll have to wait your turn," Hermione teased, "you asked me to blow your room-mates, not you."
Ginny giggled along with Harry, then whispered, "Your Pet's fucking her face right now. Said she'd be busy for an hour or so. It's early yet, so we have time to get everyone satisfied."
"Good," he smiled, standing up from the bed as Hermione crossed to Dean's bed and pushed open the curtains.
"Damn, I wanted that one," Ginny giggled again, changing her trajectory to Seamus' bed as Hermione tugged down Dean's pyjamas and started stroking his thick penis. Soon, he was hard, so Hermione tapped him awake while deep-throating the boy. He woke buried to the hilt in Hermione's throat with a groan. "Damn, what a way to wake up!"
"Too righ'," Seamus grunted from next to him, where Ginny had tugged his legs down to hang off the bed before taking him in her mouth. "You sure this is okay, Harry?"
"Are you complaining about a sexy girl like Ginny sucking your cock, Seamus?"
"Nah," the Irish boy grunted as Ginny did her best to emulate Hermione's skill, "I just- well, you said Hermione and Lyra, not- not your girl."
"Ginny wants your cock. Enjoy her."
"Damn- that does make a bloke feel good about himself," Seamus chuckled, leaning back onto his elbows with a groan of pleasure.
"Wh- whaz' goin' on?"
"Round robin blow-jobs," Harry answered Neville, "come get sucked off, mate."
"Hell yeah," the once-shy boy grunted, throwing open his own curtains and shoving his pants to his ankles.
"C- Cummin'," Dean grunted.
From between his legs, Hermione moaned, one hand beneath the lower part of her teddy. She rose off him to keep just the boy's dark head in her mouth as he climaxed, then showed it to him before swallowing. "Gods, I love cum. Neville?"
Dean stayed on his bed but rose to sit on the edge of it, shucking his pajamas as Neville crossed the room, presenting his fat erection for Hermione's waiting mouth. As with Dean, she dove right in, taking him to the hilt at once.
She still struggled with Harry's cock, but Ginny had no problems throating Seamus anymore. She bobbed like a champ, and soon he was climaxing, too. Dean still hadn't recovered, which left the red-head to shrug, "Guess it is your turn, Harry. But you can have my pussy."
"Nice."
Before he reached her, she had come to Hermione's side and taken over stroking Dean back to full hardness. When he pushed into his Pet's tight, dripping hole, she sank down onto the other boy. He set a leisurely pace, stroking in and out gently to prolong the fun. Not to be outdone, next to them Hermione pulled off Neville for a moment to look toward the other boy, "Seamus, if you can pull out you can put it in my pussy this time. I don't want a mess, so you have to cum in my mouth."
"Fuck yeah," he grunted, and the last little bit of his recovery passed quickly.
Hermione left Neville to climb onto the edge of his bed so one leg hung off it and the other bent at the knee on it, while her shoulders were just hanging on the edge. Neville smiled at their friend and pushed back into her mouth, one hand reaching into her teddy to grope one breast. Then she started moaning around him as Seamus took her up on the offer.
All too soon as Harry saw it, their non-enhanced friends were grunting into the eager mouths of the girls. After two climaxes, both were wiped out, so they begged off to head to a still-early breakfast. Neville, who had orgasmed twice as well, said, "I got a date with Hannah later. Thanks, Ginny, Hermione," then headed for the showers.
"I should go too," the bookworm said reluctantly, "I've got some research to do into my ability. Don't have too much fun without me."
Once the door was shut behind them, Harry looked down at Ginny's back, where he was still slowly riding her, "You know, Ron always said he was jealous so many people were willing to wake me up with their mouths..."
Ginny groaned, almost instantly climaxing around him at the idea. "You... you want me to... suck my own brother's long dick... dirty... nasty, Harry..."
But when her climax ended, Ginny eagerly pulled off of him, and yanked aside Ron's blankets. He, like Harry, usually slept nude now, so his morning wood was on full display. Ginny whimpered as she bent low over the bed. Harry stepped up behind her and pushed two fingers into her still-open twat as her tongue ran up her sibling's member.
"Whazzat?"
"Morning, big brother," Ginny cooed, "It's my mouth on your dick."
"Wha- oh God! That's amazing, G- Gin!"
Her tongue had swirled around his head as he spoke. Ron's hands both flew to her head, pushing it down further. She let him for a bit, then rose off with a loud pop. "You want me to stop, Ron? Or do you want your filthy sister to suck your big dick deep into her nasty little throat?"
The other ginger glanced once at Harry, just noticing his presence, then growled, "You've already done it, you cheap slag. Get down there and finish the job."
"If I'm a slag," Ginny grinned triumphantly, "then you've got to pay me for my services." Then she gave another hard suck that made her brother groan.
A moment later, both her hands were around him, too, twisting in opposite directions while they pumped in time with her mouth. It took all three to cover his length from the side, but Ron didn't seem to care. All he seemed to care about what the feel of his sister's lips wrapped around him, leading the way for her tongue and hands. "Sh- shit, Gin... that feels so good..."
Harry watched her for a while, his fingers moving idly in her the girl's cunt. Within him, a strange feeling began to swell and rise like a tide. Without thinking consciously about it, he grew shorter, lost perhaps fifty pounds or more of mass, and the shape of his body shifted.
Along with his physical changes, easier this time by far, his mind shifted, too.
Iris shifted to the side and leaned down over Ginny, pressing her own full breasts into the slender girl's back. One hand went underneath the other girl at the waist to pinch her clit between two fingers, while the other was just long enough to reach down and cup Ron's scrotum. He groaned as she began gently rolling his testicles in her hand.
"F- fuuuck... that feels so damned amazing," Ron grunted, "Don't stop, Gin... Iris... shit... you... you're both gonna make me cum!"
"Do it, Ron," Ginny cooed, "Cum in your sister's mouth!" Then she dove down again, gagging slightly as she got her brother's entire dick in her mouth and throat a moment before he climaxed. She swallowed several times, then sucked even more tightly as she withdrew. Thanks to the Runes and Ginny's attention, Ron was hard again when she released him. His long dick flopped against his stomach, then rose again into the air.
Iris gave Ginny's clit a harder pinch, then left it alone to trail fingertips up her ribs as she climbed onto the bed, then over Ron's long legs. The bed was crowded, but Iris had just enough room to kneel next to him and take his tip into her mouth instead. Ron groaned again, but did not protest as Ginny scooted a bit lower and started licking his cum-drenched balls clean while Iris blew him.
Once she was finished, Iris, her whole body overheating with desire, threw one leg over her best mate, careful to avoid kicking Ginny on the way. "Ron," she purred, "D'you wanna shoot your next load in my womb?"
Without waiting for an answer, she positioned him at her entrance with Ginny's help and sank down, taking him all the way inside. It took a few seconds for her to remold her body so that Ron just hit her cervix when he was fully inside her, then she started moving, riding him with a twisting grind to her hips she'd learned from Lilith. A momentary tickle preceded Ginny's lips closing on her clit, then the girl's talented tongue began to blur over her sensitive nub.
Iris hissed at the combined feeling of one Weasley touching deep inside her body with his heat and steel-hard rigidity, while the younger sibling thrummed at her clit. "I... it feels... so... good," she panted.
After a few minutes, Ginny stood up, her face slick with Iris' juices and a pair of lines of her brother's semen that ran down from each end of her mouth toward her chin, glistening a little brighter than the girl's liquid. Iris leaned in, and her pet puckered up, clearly expecting a kiss. The shape-shifting girl had other plans, though, and extended her tongue to Ginny's jawline. It rose once, gathering Ron's seed, then gathered up the other line. Only then did Iris press her lips to the younger girl's, and used her long tongue to push a little more of the saliva-mixed goo into her mouth.
"So tasty," Ginny moaned.
"Ron's cum is pretty good," Iris whispered back. "Finger my clit... and watch."
She had already seen Iris with a penis before, on the night the girls had found out about her existence. But Ginny hadn't watched it appear before, as first a bulge that swelled from just above Iris' clit. For a moment, she thought it might be a second one, but it continued to grow far beyond the tiny size of Iris' nerve bundle, until she could see the clearly defined head take shape. From there, it grew as if on a stalk, one inch after another and growing slowly thicker, until Harry's full size was revealed. "It looks so big on you," Ginny said softly.
Iris glanced at Ron next. His own eyes were locked on the same sight. After just a moment more, she lost sight of her lover's gaze when his sister threw a leg over his head and positioned her crotch above his face. "Alright, Ron. I used my mouth on you, now it's time for your payment."
For a moment, watching what little of the ginger's face she could see, Iris thought he would refuse. Fucking someone with a dick, whether she was a girl or not otherwise, was probably already a lot for him to take. But to eat out his sister while doing so?
Instead, the boy let his hands rise to circle Ginny's muscular, slim legs, his large hands gripping her thighs tightly. "I... I gotta say, I've, uh, been- been imagining this for a while, now. You sure it's okay?"
In reply, Ginny looked at Iris with a triumphant grin, then down at her brother's cock, which still speared inside the other girl. "Why don't you put your mouth to work being useful, instead of asking dumb questions?"
Then she yelped as Ron's strong arms yanked her body a little lower on the bed, his tongue already pushing out. It rose into Ginny's pink slit, but pulled out quickly to slide up the valley and flick over her clit from below. "That's it, Ron... eat my pussy. Lick your little sister's filthy cunt!"
Spurred on by his willingness, Iris started riding the boy faster as she leaned forward to kiss Ginny deeply. Then a strong hand gripped one of her breasts, and the powerful squeeze Ron delivered made her climax at once. Ron shivered as her walls collapsed and trembled around him, but he didn't climax just yet. Instead, he kept mauling her left breast, but also lifted his other hand from her thigh to cup Ginny's left tit, too. While his fingers sank into Iris' flesh a bit, his large hands completely covered Ginny's more pert size. "Mmm... God, yes, Ron... squeeze my tit. Make me feel good!"
Iris started bouncing faster. One hand rose to her other breast, the other covered Ron's for a moment, then slid down to grab him by the wrist. He resisted only a moment, then let her move him. He still froze the moment he made contact with Iris' thick cock.
That gave her the perfect opportunity to wrap the boy's fingers around herself and give one pump while she held him there. "Is... is that okay, Ron?"
Slowly, the red-head started licking his sister's cunt again, and Ginny grinned down at them as Iris let go of his hand. Her own hips began grinding on her brother's face faster too. "My brother's gonna make... make me cum... I can't believe my brother's gonna make me cum!"
That was apparently enough encouragement, for Ron gave a pump of his own, then loosened his grip slightly to slide up and down Iris' member instead of just tugging on the skin. Iris tried and failed to hold back a whimper. Merlin... is this what it feels like for Lilith when I shag her while she's in someone else?
The dual stimulation quickly overrode all other needs for the moment as Iris was lost to fucking herself onto Ron's dick harder and faster, using that motion to make him jerk her off faster, too. She didn't register the bed shifting, nor see it happen because her eyes were tossed heavenward, staring sightlessly at the ceiling while her body became lost to pleasure.
She felt the moment Ginny's mouth settled over her tip, though. Iris shrieked in pleasure, though somehow she held back her climax for a moment. The red-head climaxed on her brother's mouth a few seconds later, and while she did, Ginny's teeth grazed against Iris' erection while she bobbed, but once she calmed, the pleasure returned two-fold.
"That's it, Ron... fuck my pussy and stroke my cock at the same time! Lick Ginny's clit- make her cum again when you do!"
"Mm- 'm tryinf," the muffled reply came a moment later.
"It won't be hard," Ginny gasped, then licked Iris' frenulum twice, "I'm almost- almost there again! Come in my mouth, Iris!"
She could not have done otherwise if she tried. Iris felt Ron's dick stiffen even further a moment before a wave of additional heat and moisture shot out of him to splash with force she could feel against the back of her vagina. Ginny's mouth jerked lower on her cock as she went into spasms of her own, and the dual sensations set Iris off. Her squirt splashed against Ron's stomach, while her load of thick semen crashed into his sister's mouth. For several minutes, that rapture was all she could comprehend.
A few minutes later, Harry sat up on the bed and pulled on his pants once more. "So, have fun?"
"Loads," Ginny groaned, "Never came so hard in my life. Except when the Runes went on, anyway... You're pretty good at licking pussy, big brother."
"I hope I'm at least as good as you suck cock, slutty sister."
"Eh, I don't know if you're that good," she teased, slapping the sweaty boy's shoulder as she propped herself up on one elbow.
"Then I guess I won't do it anymore, if you don't appreciate my effort," Ron replied, reaching up a hand to squeeze one of Ginny's tits. She sighed, pushing her chest against him for a moment, then pulled away.
"We should probably get dressed. Breakfast is almost over by now."
"Oh. Yeah, food. That's important," Ron agreed quickly,
On Sunday morning, after Ron had gotten over his nerves about being in a room with no fewer than eight Slytherins, the entire group of friends and then some discussed plans to canvas the school over the next week, checking in every nook and cranny at least twice and always in teams of two or more after classes. Eventually though, Millicent dragged Cassius out, and shortly after both Daphne and Tracey left, Hannah and Neville followed Dean and Seamus, while Parvati and Padma left together, whispering about getting in touch with one of their family's friends to see if they could find another way to track the missing girl, or girls since precious few yet knew that Mandy was dead.
But as Pansy stood up to leave while Lavender chatted with Lyra about something a little more pleasant that missing girls, Harry stood up too. "Hold up, Pansy. I need to ask you something. Can we go into my room for a moment?"
Her eyes narrowed, but she nodded, following his lead and sending him a faint glare as he shut the door, the lights coming on automatically. "What?"
"Hostility," Harry chuckled, "I didn't expect that. You left happy the other day. What's wrong?"
Pansy frowned, scowling at him, then deflated after a few seconds. "It's... well, I'm worried. You've got all these other pretty girls around you. I know you said you think I'm pretty too, but... it's obvious you're shagging most of them. How am I supposed to compete? I..."
Harry smiled. This is too good a chance! "Well, if you're feeling left out... there's something we can do."
"I'm not in the mood to shag right now," she grumbled, "I just... worry you won't be able to or in the mood when I am."
Oh... we can fix that, Pansy. It won't even be hard. I will be, but...
Outwardly, he reached out and pulled her into a gentle hug. "You know about Lyra. What you don't know is that she's been enhancing our abilities, giving us more strength, stamina in every way. Ginny can probably pick you up and throw you ten or so feet if she tried. Ron, lanky as he is, could get fifteen. Our stamina... well, have you ever wondered why I don't stop? I'm hard as long as I want to be, even if I've just finished?"
Slowly, Pansy nodded, seeming a bit lost at where he was going, against his chest.
"It's magic," Harry supplied, letting go and gesturing toward the common room, "Lyra's got this series of magical Runes she can paint on someone, and they sink into the skin, invisible. They enhance almost everything about someone. Make them faster, stronger, smarter... and, well, more eager. I already was a randy bloke, but now... it's never quite enough, you know? If you want... to be with me, you don't have to do this. But you'll just have to get used to the idea that you will be with someone who is shared around a lot. If you do decide to do this..."
"What this?" Pansy asked.
"The Runes," Harry clarified, "the ones I just mentioned. We can have Lyra apply a set to you. But to do it, you'll need to... be with the others, too. Not just me."
She looked thoughtful, considering the others in the room next door, then cast a gimlet eye his way, "Can I assume you don't just mean Hermione or Ginny Weasley, either?"
Harry shook his head, "No... it would likely involve Lyra, and Ron. If you want to do anything more, it would also probably take Neville and Hannah joining in."
The girl proved her intelligence when, a few seconds later, she asked, "And Brown, and you probably expect Daphne and Tracey and Millie to join in, don't you?"
Harry grinned, waving a hand in a so-so gesture, "Not all of them, but maybe. I won't say no if Millie asks, but I wasn't planning on asking her. She seems happy enough with Warrington."
"And you think Daphne and Tracey aren't happy together?"
"Well, no, I think they are," Harry corrected, "but they also came to me asking for sex before you did this year, both of them. If that continues too much longer, I'll ask if they'd like to join the group we've got going. If they say no, then that's it. Same deal for you. You don't have to, and the offer will stay open, but if you do then we can... get you that set of rituals tonight. In just a few minutes in fact, though it takes a few hours to paint them all."
"And the cost is...?"
"No cost except the time," Harry said with a shrug, "and being with more than just me. It's a sex ritual, it requires some... openness. You remember how Tracey's first time went as well as I do. That sort of thing."
"So the others will be... watching?"
"And participating. Specifically, you'll have Ron ejaculating in you at some point tonight- or whenever- too, maybe other blokes. One person involved has to be me, because she's my Succubus, and one has to be Lyra because she's the Succubus applying the Rune-sets. A third person- anyone- is required, but the more people involved the more fun it is, and believe me, once your first or second set go on, you'll want more people around to shag, at least for that first night. It's pretty intense until you get used to it."
The dark-haired girl frowned thoughtfully again, "And if I decide I don't want to continue being a slag for your group of friends afterward? What then?"
Harry blinked. "That... that's a gs is pretty cute, but she's a little young for meood question. I'd want to talk it over with the others, but I'm going to go with this as a working plan: we get your oath of secrecy, and don't ask you to participate again."
"... That's it?"
"Why would we want anything else?"
"You're saying- correct me if I'm wrong- that if I shag you and your friends tonight in some sort of multi-partner... thing, more than we did the other night, I can have twice the physical strength, twice the stamina, and more magical power?"
"And better senses, you'll be more attuned to what's around you, and you'll enjoy sex more, want it more."
Pansy whistled, "That sounds like a really cheap price, to be honest. Too good to be true."
"It does, when you put it like that," Harry chuckled, "but it isn't anything more as far as I know. I've had these Runes, my set, on since the night I first Summoned Lilith. Some of them, anyway, she put mine and Ron's first few on gradually, but she's strong enough to do a bunch in one night now."
"Anyway," he eventually said after she lapsed into pensive quiet, "think about it. Like I said, the offer's op-"
"I'll do it," she interrupted, "and... we can do it now, I s'pose. I better not regret this, Potter."
Harry blinked, then grinned. "Alright. I don't think you'll regret it, not at all."
He lead the way out into the common room, and announced boisterously, "Pansy's getting Runes. Lavender, no questions. In fact, stay quiet- say nothing- and go into the room across the way with the others. Pansy... sorry about this, but you'll thank me for it later. Stupefy."
The others watched, shocked, as the vivacious blonde stood and immediately began walking toward the other room, questions clearly burning in her eyes but obeying her Master's command to stay silent. Even more-so when Pansy's limp body collapsed to the floor in Harry's doorway. He turned his wand next to levitate her wordlessly, backing up a bit to turn her ahead of him and leading the way into the other room, where Lavender stood a few feet inside the door, staring awe-struck at the things in there.
"Ginny, open the stocks would you? Wait, no... the Pillory, that's the word I meant."
Confused but looking increasingly excited at whatever Harry was planning, the red-haired girl dashed past the hovering, unconscious girl and unlatched the wooden hinge, lifting it up upright. The others followed in, watching with wide eyes as Harry set Pansy down on her back using the flat cushion on one side of the Pillory stand, then arranged the unconscious girl's hands and neck into the padded holes before closing and latching it, leaving Pansy's head hanging down, but not in a position that would be too uncomfortable when he woke her up.
"Okay, Pet, now we have to secure her feet, so let's take off her clothes- cut what you need to, we can repair it later."
"Harry, what are you-"
"I promise, Hermione," Harry interrupted, "I'll explain when I'm done. Lavender, why don't you show Hermione how much you appreciate her body?"
"Wait, Lavender, hold on, I- mmf!" It had taken his newest acquisition just a few seconds to get on her knees in front of her dorm-mate and and push her skirt up, then bring her mouth to Hermione's already dripping muff.
"Holy shit," Ron laughed, "Lavender, how long've you been holding back? Damn!"
Harry grinned to himself as he and Ginny worked, putting the trio behind him from his mind for the moment, though Ginny, he noticed, stole a few glances past him as Hermione's protests turned slowly into aroused moans. Once all of Pansy's clothing was removed or cut off, he and Ginny spread her ankles so that she was nearly doing the splits, taking turns holding her knees in place while the other tied off the limb with additional eye-hooks on the pillory boards itself, then tied her ankles below her knees to hold them upright, too. Then Harry dusted off his hands, the silk ropes plenty strong enough to hold her in place but not rough enough to do damage as Pansy squirmed, and pulled out his wand again. "Enervate."
"Now, Pansy, as you can tell, you are tied up. We've tied up like everyone who's done this ritual because you can get a bit wild as it goes on. It's for your safety. Does that answer your question too, Hermione?"
"W- Well, n-no," the witch protested, seeming caught between humping Lavender's face as she was on her knees before Hermione, and pushing her away. "Why tie her up like that, and stunned? She's-"
"As you said the other day, a fairly powerful submissive," Harry reminded her, "And I am acting as her Dominant. Pansy is a slut, who wants to be fucked by everyone in this room, yourself included, isn't she? Answer me, slut."
He heard the dark-haired girl gulp, then whisper, "Y- Yes, Harry. Yes, I- I want to be fucked like- like the slut I am."
Ginny moaned beside him, then asked, with her hand on his elbow, "Can I touch your slut, Master?"
"Yes, of course, Pet," Harry grinned, "What's mine is yours for now. My slut is your slut- same goes for you, Lyra. But as I said, she's getting Runes tonight. Can I count on you, Ron?"
"Er... if- if it's alright with Hermione, I guess I can... be... with a Slytherin," Ron mumbled, seeming quite unsure as he cast a glance in their girlfriend's direction.
Hermione, in turn, sighed and seemed to give in, pulling Lavender's face closer to her crotch, "Fine, I... I suppose it's fair, since I've... well, you know. Been- been with her, too. But what's going on with Lavender? Why isn't she talking, and- oh, god that feels so good- why- why's she... doing this?"
"Because she appreciates your beauty as much as I do," Harry said solemnly, "and she's obedient, too. I'll explain more later. For now, think of her- think of her as being further along in the training Pansy is starting to receive. Isn't that right, slave? You may speak to answer, then return your mouth to Hermione's cunt until she tells you to stop."
"Yes, Master," Lavender said at once, then returned to her task.
"That's so hot," Ginny whispered, pushing a hand into her skirt and rubbing herself while the other landed on Pansy's bare thigh, skimming up the inside and back down, not quite touching her precious spots.
The older witch jumped in the stocks as Lyra grinned and announced, "Master has decided to start using his natural gifts and those he's gotten from me. I approve."
"I'm glad you do," Harry told the Succubus, then turned his attention to Pansy, his hand lingering on Ginny's arm for a moment as he walked around to the trapped girl's head. "Now, Pansy... this will be the last choice you get tonight, so listen and choose carefully. You will need my cum in you, you will need Ron's cum in you, and you will need to sexually satisfy Lyra, Ginny, or Hermione, and have the same one satisfy you before the ritual can be completed. You will also need to be used in your slutty cunt, in your filthy arse-hole, and that nasty mouth of yours. But you get to choose who goes where. That's your choice."
While she debated, Harry watched Ron pull out his cock and start to stroke, attention divided between the naked, bound Slytherin and the gorgeous blonde eating out his girlfriend's pussy.
"I- I want Master in my pussy," Pansy whimpered, "And- and his Weasley friend can r- rape my ass, and- and-the Succubus on- on my mouth."
"Good, slut," Harry said, looking around the room, "Any objections?"
"Nah," Ron laughed, "but I'm gonna be having some fun with Hermione and Lavender first, if you don't mind."
Harry smiled invitingly, "Why don't you ask our girlfriend, dummy. You know I don't care if you have some fun with my slave."
Just then, Hermione shuddered in climax, shoving Lavender away desperately. "G- God, it's- fuck!"
"Lavender," Harry supplied next, "Why don't go you go down on Ron next, and tell him all about how you love having cum on your tits."
"I do love having cum on my tits, just like I love having my throat fucked like my pussy," Lavender cooed at once, seeming lost in lust already, driven by desire like Romilda had been, yet with more self-awareness and mental acuity. "Put that long dick in my mouth, Ron, I've wanted it for so long."
"Don't mind if I do," Ron chuckled, stepping forward after glancing at Hermione, who weakly waved him on as she leaned against the back of the couch with one arm.
"Sluts don't choose the order," Harry told Pansy, "so we'll get your fun out of the way before we hurt you. Lick Lyra's beautiful pussy until she screams, and Ginny will practice her skills on you."
The Succubus had to stand on her toes to be high enough, but soon she was leaning over the pillory's wooden blocks, her hands reaching around to knead into Pansy's generous mammaries, while Ginny knelt between the bound girl's outstretched legs and gave her an extraordinarily forceful, needy licking. Harry, feeling not exactly left out but in need, circled the group to stand next to Hermione, pulling her into his arms and slowly undressing her while both watched their friends' activities. "I claimed Lavender as my slave the other day," he murmured, "after- something bad happened. I was upset, and she had already told me she wanted it to be rough when I was with her, so I... did."
"She's- like Romilda?"
"No," Harry laughed, "weren't you talking to her earlier? She's herself. This is like that, but it's not the same. Imagine if Romilda were fully recovered, not even the nymphomania, but still entirely willing, all the time. Just for me, though. She's willing for everyone I tell her to be for. But she chose this, Hermione, before you get upset. She wanted me to claim her, make her mine. So I did. I granted her wish."
Hermione sighed, melting into his hands as her shirt and tie fell away, "It still feels wrong somehow, but I know you'll t- treat her w-well. You're already off-ff to a good s-start with Pansy."
"I love the women in my life," Harry murmured into her ear, nibbling on the bookworm's earlobe with his lips, "and I want to do right by them, whatever that takes. You know I don't take any of you for granted, not even Lilith. You know that, right?"
She nodded, reaching behind him to grab at Harry's arse, too. "That's why I love you," she whispered.
"Part of that," Harry continued, pushing his cock against her arse as he started working on the zipper of her skirt, "is making the women in my life happy. I... Lavender isn't home, not like you and Ginny and even Pansy. But she's mine in that way, if that makes sense."
This time, Hermione shook her head. "You've said that before- don't stop, that feels good- but I'm not sure what you mean. Lyra said something about the bond...?"
Harry nodded against her, kissing down her neck, too. "Doesn't Lavender look hot, trying to get all of Ron into her mouth? A- anyway, yeah, the... when I'm with you, everything is great. This, right now, even just a look can make me happy but as soon as I push into you, anywhere, it feels like I belong there. Like... like you are my home. It's the same with Ginny, and yes Lilith- in whatever body- and even Pansy. There's- there's a few others. Daphne and Tracey feel the same as each other, like Hannah. It's... I don't know how to describe it, but the best I can come up with is.. .it's A home, but it's not my home. I am welcome there- like at the Burrow- but it's not truly my home."
"Go on," she urged, "and- touch my cunt, I need your fingers, Harry."
He complied, slipping an arm between them and reaching up beneath her legs to slowly push one finger inside Hermione's vagina. "Lavender... when I was with her, it wasn't quite the same. She wasn't home, she was my... my property. Like... a pet, but not in the same way Lyra and Ginny are. They're Pet because it's a pet name, but Lavender is... like a puppy almost. A sexy, gorgeous, I-want-to-fuck-her puppy, who will do whatever I tell her to. And I just reinforced that with some new tricks."
"You are a Dom," Hermione chuckled weakly as he worked her cunt, "I kind of always knew... but this is taking it a bit further than I could've expected."
"Maybe," Harry admitted, "but Lavender isn't complaining, and she wouldn't if I gave her the choice. I can feel her... not like Lyra or anything, but I sense her needs and wants. She wants Ron to cum in her mouth really badly, for example, to see how he tastes compared to me. She's only had three boys in her mouth, and only tasted me so far."
"I like giving head more," Hermione murmured, "always- always knew that. Who, though? Who's her-"
Harry looked up from Hermione's neck, "Lavender, tell us who the first guy you sucked off was."
She popped off Ron at once, who groaned, "Percy Weasley."
Most of the action in the room ground to a halt as the two Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione were completely stunned.
But Lavender had already gone back to work.
"Er... tell us more...?"
She removed herself again, putting her hands to work on the slick flesh instead, "It was our second year, and I was out past curfew when he was patrolling. I sucked him to keep from getting turned in to Professor McGonagall. He was really eager for it when I said I would."
Hermione growled, "You sucked the dick of a sixteen year old when you were twelve?"
Lavender didn't pause in her renewed work, though, and soon Ron grunted, slamming further into her mouth then yanking out and angling himself down to coat Lavender's blouse with his cum.
Pansy, under Ginny's tongue-lashing, had already climaxed a few times, but Lyra finished a few seconds later, gasping, grinding her cunt onto the bound girl's face. Then she picked up the ever-handy bowl and levitated her juices and Pansy's for now, into it to get started before moving over to join Ginny without pushing her away. Soon, both girls were going at Pansy in tandem, who quickly began writhing and gasping for mercy.
Mercy that was not coming, even if she was.
"Lavender," Harry ordered next, "clean Ron like I showed you, then come blow me, too. No... I'll wait. Just be patient. You may touch yourself and have pleasure, but no climaxes yet."
"Yes, Master," the girl complied, immediately turning her hands to herself where she knelt facing Pansy's bound body while she licked at Ron.
Once he was clean, Ron turned to Hermione and Harry once more. "You guys are sure?"
Hermione nodded slowly, glancing with some pity at the whimpering, crying Pansy, "Parkinson and I have reached an understanding. Yes, it's alright to shag her, Ron. Apparently we're going to be... friends, now. This isn't free reign, though. Just tonight."
"That's just fine with me," Ron announced, "I'm still not sure I can even handle being with a- well, you know."
He didn't seem to have any problems moving over to the pillory and flicking one of Pansy's distended nipples before groping her breasts, which hung to the side of her ribs in a sexy sort of way, while Harry continued fingering Hermione.
Soon, Lyra and Ginny together had made Pansy climax again, and the Succubus pulled away, tugging Ginny with her, while she gathered up the liquids left behind in her bowl. The Succubus whispered something to Ginny as she did, though, and the red-head dipped both hands into the bowl, bringing them up wet. She stopped in front of Ron, who was walking forward, now shirt- and trouser-less, and held up the hands. "For lube," she murmured, then put both hands on his dick.
Ron groaned as she stroked him, working her hands around to make sure he was entirely covered, eyes locked on Ron's lust-filled face, before stepping to the side and pressing both hands next into her pussy, opening the lips wide as she turned to watch. "She touched her brother's dick," Hermione gasped.
Harry chuckled, "Didn't you know? She's sucked his cock a few times, too."
"That's so- gross," Hermione murmured.
"I think it's hot," Harry hissed into her ear, "sort of like a girl fucking her father..."
As she whimpered, Harry bent his knees and drove up between her legs, effortlessly finding his home once more.
Ron, meanwhile, seemed to take Ginny touching him in stride, and stepped into position. The lower half of Pansy's rear was hanging off the cushion, and with her legs spread, there was no difficulty in aiming his rod at her tight, brown star. He frowned, looking over at Harry. "Can I give your slut orders?"
Half-buried in Hermione, Harry had to struggle to form words, but eventually said, "Y- Yeah, slut, do everything anyone else in this room tells you."
Ron grinned, reaching out again to fondle Pansy's D-cups, "I want you to cum for me when I fill your arse, Slytherin slut."
As he said the final word, the wizard drove in, punching all the way into the girl's rectum, all eleven inches. Pansy screamed in pain, but thankfully, Ron stayed in place for a minute or more as she slowly adjusted to his size. "Now... I know you're tired," he murmured, "but the Runes Lyra will put on you now will help. Try to enjoy it, slut- I know I will."
Ron moved slowly at first while Lyra sent him an approving look, beginning to use the girls' various juices to draw the two-inch wide Runes between her breasts first, then atop her head, and finally above her clit, before starting with a smaller row moving between them, in layer after layer.
Ginny, meanwhile, moved over to Lavender, then instructed the girl to put her hands on the top of the pillory so she was looking down at Pansy's pained yet rapturous expression. Then Ginny disrobed Lavender too, and knelt between her legs to eat her out from behind. "Ginny sure loves eating pussy," Harry murmured in Hermione's ear, taking a deeper, longer stroke every five or six medium-paced ones.
"It- it is pretty fun," Hermione gasped, "but cocks are better."
She came around him a moment later, and the sudden fluttering of her velvety walls around him made Harry groan, but he kept pumping, stroking in and out of Hermione for more than five minutes before Pansy's no longer virginal arse coaxed an orgasm out of Ron, and more bodily fluids joined the bowl
Only then did Harry pull out reluctantly, peppering both sides of Hermione's neck with kisses. "Sorry, love- duty calls. Perhaps Lavender and Ron can please you, now."
"Mm," Hermione cooed, louder, "I think I'll have Lavender lick the taste of slut off my boyfriend's long cock. G- Ginny- never mind. Carry on."
Ron groaned as Lavender started blowing him, gasping, "Gods, I love you, Hermione. Any girl that can watch their man shag a former enemy and tell someone else to blow them as a reward..."
"We're really lucky blokes," Harry agreed, reaching out a hand to slide over Lyra's pleasant rump as he took his position too, leaning over Pansy to watch her making out with the upside-down Ginny.
"Alright, slut... your Master is claiming your pussy. It'll be mine until I give you up, if I ever do."
"Oh God ye-aaagh!"
Clearly, his new slut hadn't climaxed with Ron as she'd been told, so he reached up and slapped both tits roughly, then twisted her nipples until Pansy screamed. As the flesh darkened, Harry reminded her, "You were supposed to come from being fucked in the ass, slut. You failed, and failure needs to be punished. For that, you'll service Slave, too. Lavender, Ron's cock's clean enough. Get over here, and straddle our slut's face."
"Th- Thank you, Master," Lavender panted a few seconds later, "for- for letting me get pleasure from Slut."
Then Ginny stepped up behind the older witch and grabbed one large breast, the other moving down her back to press two fingers into the sopping folds Pansy had already begun licking.
Harry grimaced as he pushed into Pansy's eager, smooth, tight depths. "Ah, I forgot. Slave, you can climax for any of us except Slut, as much as you want, tonight only."
At once, Lavender screamed, too, body shaking and writhing in blissful agony. Her squirt splattered and sprayed, almost hose-like, up and down Pansy's front, from the floor between her feet, to wet her black hair and even in a few arcs over it to reach Harry's stomach as her body experienced a tremendous climax that had, he guessed, been building for days.
"Cruel Master," Lyra teased, reaching out a hand momentarily to pat Lavender, who had collapsed to her knees, on the head. "Making Slave unable to cum for days... cruel, cruel. But fair, yes?"
"Y- Yes, Mistress," Lavender cried almost inaudibly.
Ginny, looking immensely pleased with herself, licked her lips to claim more of Lavender's juices before Lyra could siphon off too much, then went in search of one of the two footstools in the room to give her the needed height to crouch over Pansy's face herself, facing Lavender.
She sighed as, unbidden, the girl began her new task.
While Harry thoroughly enjoyed shagging Pansy's amazing pussy, Hermione opened her mouth to let Ron's load join the stream into the bowl before standing up and leaning low over Harry to kiss Pansy's clit for several seconds, and giving a shake of the ass in Ron's direction.
When he came up behind her, hard and eager as always, she looked up at Harry, first, then solemnly behind her, "Fuck me, Daddy... put your big dick in your baby girl's pussy..."
Ron swallowed, blushing, but obeyed, and Hermione groaned, returning her mouth to Pansy's helpless body while her other boyfriend pulled out of Pansy for a moment to let her taste his cock with the slut's juices covering in, then returned to his own now more rapid pounding.
"D- Daddy, huh," Ron muttered, "I... not sure how I... feel about... that, but... o-okay."
"Cum in your baby girl's pussy, Daddy," Ginny whimpered while stepping off of Pansy's face and kissing Lavender, who seemed to be unable to focus much on the task before her now, for she was writhing and convulsing in another orgasm. "Sister wants to watch you."
Ron groaned, tossing his head from side to side, "Dirty girl..."
"Dirty girls," Harry started, and he, Ginny, and Hermione all finished at once, making him laugh, "need to be punished."
Ron laughed too, slapping Hermione's rear end with both hands several times, making the creamy flesh bounce as he started pounding her, too. Ginny shivered, and when Ron caught her eye, she licked her lips, deliberately dragging her eyes down his body to land on his cock, which speared her best friend relentlessly.
Harry smiled internally too, though not for the reasons he was externally. Seems like Hermione, at least for now, is behind the same thing... maybe she liked fucking Daddy more than she admits? I wouldn't mind having Mum again, now that I mention it... there's things to be said for experience, not that Hermione or Ginny are lacking now.
Once Pansy's orgasm had passed, Ginny climaxed next while watching Ron and Hermione. The Slytherin's next climax, spurred on by Harry's fucking and Hermione's oral work, was exceptionally powerful. Ron followed immediately after, emptying himself into Hermione's depths, knowing most of it would be 'wasted' as far as anything outside the Runes went.
Finally, after even Ron and Hermione had stepped back to take a break, Harry leaned over Pansy, pushing two fingers into her gaping, half-sobbing mouth and pulling her head up to look at him, then resting his other hand over a nipple, pinching it softly as his thrusts grew increasingly more brutal. "Now, slut," he said, voice low and commanding, "I'm almost finished, and you can rest if you want while the Runes are finished. Then, you'll be shagging everyone here. I hope you're ready for something intense... here I cum, slut."
Harry grunted as he pushed in further and further, his cock extending and enlarging subconsciously as he spurted out, his magically-multiplied seed dripping past him to run down Pansy's taint and onto the cushion before it was gathered up.
There was a definite squelch as he pulled free, and he looked in pleased awe at the white froth left behind by his dick's passage, which quickly vanished into the bowl. "Alright," Lyra murmured without looking up, still scribing away, "I'm about... half-way done, you guys worked faster this time. I guess you can take a fun-break, but make sure there's plenty for Pansy later. If I'm to do Lavender's tomorrow, I can't expend too much energy satisfying her through the night."
Even Harry wanted a chance to catch his breath after that intense climax, so he joined the others, removing the last few bits of clothing, to leave them by the wayside as light touches and kisses became the norm.
Then Hermione asked, "So... you sucked Ron's dick, huh?"
Ginny blushed, but looked up at her friend brazenly, "Y-Yeah. So?"
Hermione gave a slight, half-shrug. "It doesn't bother you? I mean, technically that's incest."
The red-head looked at her lighter-haired brother, then shrugged herself. "It... it was weird, and I didn't like... thinking about it, at first, but the more I did... the more I saw him, how long he was, how good he fucks you, Hermione... It got me thinking about it. A lot, really. So... when the chance came, I touched him, then I wanked him, and then I blew him. Different times, of course."
Hermione nodded, taking the information in with her normal expression of concentration. Then she looked to Ron. "And you? How did you feel about it?"
Ron blushed even more deeply, and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly before admitting, much quieter, "I... I mean, in some ways a mouth's a mouth, and... Ginny's pretty good. Not like you, but pretty good. So... that was nice. And... if I'm like, honest here- we're being totally honest, right?"
Harry nodded, "Sex should always be honest."
Ron swallowed, looking to Ginny and then his girlfriend before glancing at Lavender, who was rubbing herself slowly laying on the floor between them and Pansy's supine position, "I... I've been curious for- for a while, how good she was. How... what she looked like, and- stuff. I mean, I saw her naked when we were kids, but once we turned into... well, puberty and stuff, I... wondered, every once in a while. I always felt dirty for doing it. Still do, I guess. But... well, we all know Gin's sexy as hell, right? Like, really fit."
"Damn right," Ginny grinned cockily.
"Well, I... seeing her all the time. Watching Harry shag her, it made me curious what... what that'd feel like. I haven- we haven't done that, and I don't plan to, but... I was curious, so when she wanked me, I didn't fight too hard. And with her mouth, well... It was really hard. Er, to say no, I mean."
Ginny laughed, brushing a hand over Ron's shoulder almost like a lover would, along with the others. "It was really hard," she added, "even after I was done, he was still hard!"
"I fucked my dad," Hermione blurted, quickly turning purple in shame.
The Weasleys shared a look of surprise.
Slowly, haltingly, the whole story, just as she'd told it to Harry, came out.
Ron listened intently, then asked, quietly, "So when you said Daddy..."
"I was... remembering," Hermione murmured, "And... and now you know every man I've been with. Wait, no, there's two more- in France, this summer- but I don't... I don't know their names."
The ginger shook his head, "Okay, well... I... that's... understandable, I guess. I mean, I wouldn't want to be with Mum, but I know Dad still does, and..."
"I'd shag Daddy," Ginny whispered, "if he asked. He's huge, like Harry almost."
Harry, feeling like he already knew the answer, didn't ask the question burning in his mind. Instead, he shrugged, "So? He's a nice man, and I suppose he's handsome for a bloke. About done there, Lyra?"
"Yes, Master," the Succubus said, "on the last Rune now. She's asleep, but she won't be for long. After a few rounds we should probably free her, though. Don't want cramping."
"Right, right. Lavender, up you get. For the rest of the night, until you're too tired to continue- you decide when that is, but ask me before you stop- your priority is making Pansy climax. You can have fun with the others, but I want sixty percent or more of your energy focused on Slut, okay?"
"Yes, Master," Lavender said at once, immediately going over to stand next to Pansy and running her hands over the girl's chest while Lyra worked by her pussy.
No... in it, for clearly Lyra was holding her cunt open with two fingers on one hand, and drawing inside the channel itself with a finger on her other hand, brow furrowed with concentration.
Then she withdrew, wiping the hand over her brow, though she didn't really sweat unless she wanted to, "Done... how do you feel, Slut?"
The moment the question was asked, Pansy began to writhe and shake. "Please, please Mistress, Master, let me cum! I need to cum so bad! I need you, please!"
"You heard the lady," Harry smiled, stepping around to the girl's head and placing himself near her mouth. Pansy immediately started to lick at his underside, but he didn't let her long before pushing into her mouth and slowly easing in further and further. With the Runes, he knew she could hold her breath for several minutes now, and he would let her breathe plenty in that time. It was hard to face-fuck someone unconscious if they only needed to breath every six or seven minutes. Even he couldn't hold in a full-face deep-throat for that long, not when he was good and randy.
Ron in turn shoved his cock into Pansy's dripping pussy, immediately setting to it with abandon, knowing she wanted it, needed it. He'd felt the same urgency himself. In fact, aside from Lavender, everyone in the room had. It didn't matter the source when they were in the throes of lust, they just needed something, anything, to help them cum, and cum again.
"Oh, that's a good twat," Ron groaned, "How come you've been holding out, Harry? She's really tight."
"I'm sharing," Harry reminded him, then urged the girls closer, "Come on, make her enjoy it. Slut's done well, it's time to reward her with pleasure. Enjoy it, Slut."
She tried to speak around his cock, but coughed instead, and Harry slowly eased out, grunting at every ridge and change in pressure along the channel. "Y- Yeth, Master," Pansy groaned, hands clenching and unclenching spasmodically as first Lavender, then Hermione, claimed a breast for themselves, suckling and kneading while running their hand over every bit of exposed snake-skin they could find.
It was a long, glorious, life-changing night for Pansy Parkinson, almost as influential as when Harry had all-but raped her atop the astronomy tower.
This time, like that one, she did not come to regret.
Glossary: