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Chap. 51: Servitude

Harry woke on Monday in a tangle of bodies again. The bed, for they'd all eventually made it to the large one in the dungeon after freeing Pansy from her bonds, was shaking beneath him, and a set of soft, warm lips stroked up and down his cock, not taking him in but moving along its length in a side-to-side kiss, the tongue occasionally flicking out to wrap around him.

He expected Lyra, for it was something of a tradition now when finishing a Rune-set for her and him to be the first awake, but it was not. No... black hair, cut in a cute bob but thoroughly sweat- and semen-soaked from the previous night, framed Pansy's olive skin as she licked him. The rocking motion was Ron filling her from behind, in her ass judging by the Slytherin's grunts, and Harry could only spot the very lower extreme of his mate's sack as it swung, slapping against Pansy's puffy, abused cunt. A look to the left showed Hermione and Ginny both wrapped around Lavender, all three still asleep and looking thoroughly shagged out. Pansy had a few bruises on her wrists and the ankle he could see, but nothing that wouldn't fade in a few hours given the Runes he knew Lyra had placed on the girl the previous afternoon.

He was hard, of course, but had no intention of interrupting the girl's more sedate worship of his flesh while Ron used her for his own satisfaction. Instead, he only murmured, "Hell of a way to wake up, Slut."

"Harry," Pansy whispered, lips not separating from his dick, "Good morning."

"I'd say it's good," Ron grunted, "Almost as good as your arse, Parkinson. Fuck it's tight!"

Lyra, or actually Lilith, translucent except to himself, stepped through the open door of the common room, nude, in Harry's preferred childish form. There was a definite droop in her step, but she looked pleased as she walked around the counter and climbed up onto the bed, resting a hand on Ron's shoulder as she looked down at the group. "That looks fun, Ron. Come to think, you haven't been in my tight little ass either, have you? One of these days, soon, I hope. You'll find it feels even better than Slut's."

"You been having fun?" Harry asked as he put his hands behind his bed and adjusted his position to be more even on the bed.

She shrugged, "Been gathering cum, the castle was busy last night. Combined, it seems like our Auras of Arousal are having a strong effect. Or at least, yours is adding a bit to mine. I gathered a lot. But I need some of yours, Master, if I'm to give Slave Runes, too. I'm pretty low."

"Get over here and suck me, then," Harry said with a smile, "Slut doesn't mind sharing. Maybe you should give her your cock, while we're at it."

"Mm... I'll save that for later," the Succubus decided, then crawled up, over Harry, to offer him her tiny, hairless snatch and reach for his dick, pulling it out of Pansy's oral grip. "My cock, Slut. Thank you for making Master feel good, but I have dibs."

Pansy whimpered, but did not protest.

Nor did Harry, as the small mouth of the Succubus' current form struggled to engulf him. Harry sighed in pleasure, shrinking himself slightly but adding, he hoped, similar nodules and semi-rigid barbs as her own natural penis had, before lifting his head just a tiny bit so he could reach the delicious pussy, and began to have breakfast from her body.

Ginny was awake to watch Ron climax a few minutes later, yanking his too-sensitive member out of Pansy's ass and stroking madly as he covered her already sticky back and rump. Harry couldn't see the girl's reaction to being covered in semen again, but he felt her shuddering and heard gasping as Ron stood up from the side of the bed.

"Ron," Ginny said softly, "I'm randy. Do you want to eat your sister's dirty cunny?"

Ron swallowed audibly, then muttered, "Er, sh- shit, I... I s'pose I do. Except...well, I'm gettin' kind of tired. Been up for a couple hours."

"Poo... maybe next time, then. Slut, get over here."

"Mm, no," Hermione's sleepy voice murmured, "I'll do you, Gin... M'awake now, even if I look hideous right now."

Harry looked up from Lilith's perfect pussy to glare at Hermione. "You know what, Hermione? You do look a mess, but it's a sexy, glorious, sweaty, cum-covered mess, and I love the way you look right now."

Hermione blushed, looking away shyly as she rolled over Lavender and settled into a sixty-nine position herself, sighing as Ginny took the chance to eat her out in return.

Harry let Lilith keep sucking on him for several minutes, even after a couple of orgasms on his own end, a few on hers, and two each for the girls he loved over his left shoulder. When he finally urged her off of him, he felt quite full and not at all in the need for breakfast. A good thing, since it wasn't quite four in the morning yet. Apparently, his wasn't the only sleep schedule out of whack anymore.

"Showers, homework, breakfast, and classes. If we get time this weekend, we can fuck the shit out of Lavender for her first Runes," Harry told the group at large, then rose from the bed, gathering his clothes as he went.

Because they'd all used her so thoroughly, Pansy was given leave by Harry to take the day off and recover from the very busy night. With an achy, pleased sort of groan the girl staggered, naked and still dripping out of several orifices, into the left bedroom where she flopped over the bed and immediately fell asleep while the others were still just rousing and getting ready for their showers. Lyra, who had no particular care how her grades would look (not being able to perform most of their wanded magic and not having a wand of her own struggled with the practicals anyway), was happy to kneel between Harry's knees while he worked on his own schoolwork until the sun rose. The wet smacking and licking with occasional moans and sighs had the rest, including a shattered-looking Lavender, sending several jealous glances his way and had all the human girls rubbing their thighs together suspiciously while they worked.

Harry enjoyed Lyra's tongue and lips on his shaft and scrotum immensely for the two and a half hours they worked on homework, but she didn't once take him inside her mouth. That left him nursing a painful, bruised-looking and swollen pair of testicles and a desperate need to release the build-up when breakfast did roll around.

Once they got to the Great Hall, Harry sat with Ron on his right, Hermione across from them both, with Ginny on the bookworm's right and Neville beyond her, and Lavender to Ron's other side. Harry didn't say anything when the red-head dropped her fork, which was suspiciously empty of eggs, and slipped beneath the table to retrieve it. A few seconds later she was translucent to him and completely invisible to everyone else. Hermione sent him a knowing smirk as Ginny twisted to her knees between Harry's legs. Then she shifted her knickers to the side and presented her pale ass and pink pussy to him. Harry grinned as the girl gave a little wiggle, then reached down to free himself from his trousers, no longer caring much if anyone spotted him. Ginny reached beneath her legs to angle him down and then pushed back, letting his tip slip inside her. Then Hermione stiffened and moaned for a moment before relaxing and hunching forward slightly.

Ron blinked, glancing downward to see Harry, from his point of view, with a moistened cock pointing between the table and something invisible working it back and forth. "Mornin', Lyra," he murmured, then adjusted his own erection to be more easy to free when it was his turn.

As worked up as Harry had been due to Lyra's teasing, he still let Ginny do all the work. She set a slow pace, but gyrated her hips so it seemed like her pussy was corkscrewing around him, a technique only Lilith had ever used on him like this.

Hermione's rapid, shallow breathing and an only partially-masked whimper signaled an orgasm brought on swiftly by Ginny's amazing talent. Harry felt his own swell at the sight, and he let himself fill Ginny's quim with a tight grunt. Several drops splattered onto the floor, and a couple of the nearby students' noses wrinkled as the petite girl turned again to suck Harry clean, then sidled over to Neville.

Harry surreptitiously dropped a napkin onto the floor to assist Ginny in cleaning up the mess, but she ignored it as she started sinking onto Neville's squat shaft, too.

Ron frowned momentarily, and Harry was sure he knew why. The tallest among them was usually the second to get their breakfast orgasm out of the way, but as he looked down the table at their other friend for a moment, he muttered over to Harry, "'S much as I love a good suck from below the table, a shag's probably worth the wait."

"Probably right, mate," Harry agreed.

Ginny, Harry could see, was performing the same sort of motions on Neville as she'd used on him, only at a much faster pace. Within a few minutes, just as Ron was going for his third helping of bacon and eggs, Ginny rose off him in a hurry and spun to take his load into her mouth while Neville clutched at the bench, red-faced with the intensity of his quick orgasm.

Ron glanced around, then reached down to unzip his fly as Harry saw Ginny wink up at him, show him Neville's load, then swallow it before carefully crossing the sea of legs to Harry's other side.

As subtly as he could, the dark-haired wizard watched as his semi-invisible Pet fished her brother's engorged member out of his trousers, gripped it around the base, and then closed her lips over his tip, to sink lower and lower.

"No p- eh, I can't complain," Ron murmured, shifting his hips forward a little. Seamus and Dean were on his other side from Harry, but as they weren't getting any daily pleasure at the breakfast table, none of them felt like drawing any more attention than was necessary.

"Good choice," replied Harry quietly, "Because I don't think she'd do it anymore if you did."

"Stop me before I ever do, then," his best friend chuckled, "'Cause this feels amazing."

Harry looked down at Ginny's face, but it was mostly obscured by the table now that Ron had shifted. He could see her reach a hand beneath her own uniform skirt to pleasure herself as she continued blowing her brother. "Yeah, she's pretty amazing," he told both of them at once, knowing Ginny would understand his meaning.

Then he looked up to the doors, where Lyra was making her usual grandiose entrance, as if her sheer good looks and popularity had made her something of a queen within the school. Which I suppose it has, Harry grinned to himself, but she's my queen, like Hermione and Ginny.

A few seconds later, the Succubus slipped into the empty spot Ginny had left, "'Morning, everyone."

After the chorus of returns, Ron blinked once, twice. Then looked down between his legs, where drool and slobber was being gathered by an invisible mouth and tongue that moved back and forth over half his length.

Harry smirked as he watched the other boy's brow furrow as if concentrating deeply while his eyes slowly moved over the group. Hermione, Lavender, check. Hannah's over at the Hufflepuff table, check. Pansy didn't come up, and probably can't go that deeply invisible. Check. Neville, Harry, check. And now he's realizing...

Ron's face reddened, and his knuckles went white around a goblet and his fork.

Then he, too, grunted, louder than the others, as he reached a most satisfying conclusion.

Harry grinned again as Ron shot him a sort of amused, but betrayed look, "Did you plan this?"

Harry shook his head, "Nope. All her idea."

"Cheeky," Ron muttered, then looked down, "You'd better clean it up."

Ginny had already swallowed most of him, but Harry was then treated to the sight of Ginny doing exactly what her brother had told her to, before gently tucking him back inside his trousers and doing up the zipper. "I've got to wait until some people leave to get out."

"Right," Harry chuckled quietly, "I'll take off in a second, then. Hermione, don't you have Ancient Runes?"

The red-faced girl, who had also just realized who had been the one invisibly pleasing her and the others at the table, shot up. "That's right! Sorry, Harry, Ron, I need to go, we've got an exam today and I don't want to be late!"

A few minutes later, he and Ron were on their way to the library when a sudden tug on both of their hands sent Harry lurching into a nearby classroom a moment before Ron. "What the-"

If he were honest with himself, Harry was more surprised that someone had taken him by surprise and been strong enough to move him against his will than anything else, but as the giggling, still glistening face of Ginny Weasley shimmered into view, he smiled along with her and stood up. "Did you have fun there, Gin?"

"Gods, yes," she answered after her laughter was a bit more under control, "The looks on both your faces..."

"I meant beneath the table, Pet."

She immediately quelled her amusement, at least outwardly, as Ron turned beet-red himself. She assumed a more solemn stance with her hands behind her back, but nodded. "I did, Master."

"You liked taking Lyra's place, being the group's cum-hole?"

Again, Ginny nodded, "Yes, Master."

Ron was the next to speak, "And you think it's funny to suck your brother's dick in public like that? In the rooms is one thing, but..."

"No one can see me like that except Lyra and Harry," the girl replied, completely unabashed, "so it doesn't matter, unless you blab."

"But still, there's the principle of the thing," Ron continued, waving a hand in circles as he stepped past Harry toward the nearest, dust-covered desk to sit on it. "What if someone else had been around, or Dean or Seamus said something?"

"I wouldn't have done it if someone else was around, Ron," Ginny reminded him easily, "and Harry's got your other roommates sufficiently in pussy that they'd be morons to say anything except, 'hey, can I get some of that', right, Harry?"

He shrugged, "Probably, and she's right about the invisibility, Ron. Even Dumbledore can't see through it, because it's like what Lilith can do. That's her power from the second set of Runes."

Ron's sharp mind quickly put several clues together, and he pointed an accusing finger at his sister, "You! You're the one that's been watching me and Hermione!"

"And you and Lyra, too," she reminded him with a renewed chuckle, "and Hannah when you think you can get away with it."

Ron blushed, sending a nervous look Harry's way.

But the dark-haired wizard just shrugged, "I don't care who you shag, Ron, you know that. Nev might care, but we made it clear that if Hannah joined our group, she'd basically be free game. They can be boyfriend and girlfriend and still have sex with other people, just like Hermione and we started with."

"That's still not the point," Ron muttered, looking away as he continued to burn with embarrassment, "You- you've been watching me have sex. Me."

"Well, you're good at it," Ginny reasoned, "And I like to watch. Always have, ever since I saw Mum and Dad doing it once."

"But I'm still your brother."

"And you like it when I blow you. Your argument isn't holding much water, Ron."

"To be fair," Harry pointed out, "I don't know any blokes who'd turn down someone sucking their todger. He likes it when Iris does, too."

"Oh?" Ron suddenly looked terrified at his sister's predatory grin, but she just asked, "And have you fucked her, too?"

He looked away, "You- you know I have."

Then she looked back at Harry, "And Master liked it, too, didn't he?"

"She," he reminded her, "Iris is a... well, she may as well be a different person. But yes, she liked it a lot, just like with you."

"Sweet. Well, I'm off to go see if I can convince Hannah to let me play with her big tits for a bit, since she doesn't have any classes this period, either. Have fun, you too."

Once the door had slammed shut behind her, Ron rubbed his face tiredly. "That girl... Mum is gonna kill me, you know?"

"Only if she finds out," Harry pointed out, "And I don't think Ginny will tell her. She's wanted you too long. You know she started watching you and Hermione shagging before I ever got to the Burrow this summer, right? She wouldn't have done anything at breakfast without wanting to, either. She's probably trying to get you to return the favor again."

"Damned pervert," he muttered, making Harry laugh.

"Yeah, but she's our pervert. I have to ask, though... when she asks, will you do it? You don't have to answer, but think about it."

"When she asks what? Oh... never mind," Ron grumbled, "I know what you mean. I don't have an answer yet, though. I... it seems a bridge-troll too far, if you know what I mean, but... well... she's really good at what she does."

"And what she does is tempt you?"

Ron nodded, but didn't say anything.

"Well, like I said, just think about it. No pressure either way. Come on, let's go find Hannah, too. I bet she'd be willing with all three of us."

"Heh, maybe. Not too long before DADA, though."

"Still half an hour, we'll just have to be quick."

"Too right. Let's go."

At dinner that night, Harry was pleased to see that Lavender, while sitting with her closest, gossipy friend Parvati Patil, was strangely quiet about where she'd been all of Sunday. Pansy, when she limped in shortly before they left, spoke earnestly and quietly with Daphne and Tracey before assembling a small plate for herself.

Ron, always a consumer of more food than the others, stayed in the Great Hall for a while after Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Lyra had left, the Succubus passing on a whispered instruction to Lavender as they passed by her and Parvati to join them when she had eaten her fill and made her excuses to her best friend for why she would be unavailable for the evening once again, and not to expect her in the dormitory despite it being a weeknight.

The moment the quarters' door closed behind Harry, after letting all three ladies pass first, Hermione rounded on him with a question, even as she joined Ginny and Lyra in removing their public clothing and changing into something more comfortable: underthings and nothing but. "Okay, Harry, this is weird enough. Pansy being a sub was one thing, and easily explained. But Lavender doesn't really seem the type. Or wouldn't have, until last night. I didn't think to question it in the moment, but now... why was she so obedient to you?"

Lyra answered before he could, dropping onto one of the armchairs and hooking her legs up onto it to rub circles over her knickers in plain view of the others, shameless in her sexuality. "Master did what he should have done with Romilda Vane."

"Okay," Hermione probed, "that's part of the answer, but what's the rest?"

"With Romilda," Lyra explained, still rubbing herself while sending smoldering gazes in the others' directions, for she alone was never fully satisfied at breakfast (not that Harry felt she was ever really satisfied), "Master used his Eye of Dominance and Tempting Gaze simultaneously. The latter made Romilda more vulnerable to the former, and even though he wasn't using it intentionally and only has the weakest form of the power, against an undefended girl's mind, it was extremely potent. Because he wanted her to submit to his and Ron's sexual advances, he broke her will to do anything but that, creating the need for constant sexual gratification in one form or another.

"I stepped in shortly after, adding my own commands, which gave her more options. Essentially, Master made her only able to receive true pleasure from him or Ron. I made her able to receive pleasure from anyone and anything, which allowed her to recover much faster."

"Okay," Ginny asked, sitting down in the other chair and rubbing a hand over her bra-clad chest, stealing glances down at Lyra's fingers, "that makes some sense, but what's the difference with Brown?"

"Intent," Harry supplied, "I meant to use the powers on her, for one thing."

"And they were more controlled because of it," Lyra added. "Because he knew he was using the powers, he was more able to control what he asked Lavender to do. He made her willing, in part, but she already was. He made her enjoy being controlled, but part of her already did, or she'd never have told Master she 'liked it rough'. She and Slut aren't the same in their tastes, but there are plenty of similarities."

"So it's... something like the difference between a controlled spell-cast and accidental magic?"

Lyra nodded in Hermione's direction, "I suppose that's a good analogy. Romilda's free will was taken away almost completely. Don't blame Master, it's not like he did it on purpose, and he did everything right to give it back to her. With Lavender, her free will was given away, though not entirely. She's still herself. She will change, over the next few weeks as her Runes settle in, in far smaller ways than Romilda did, and she won't crave sex constantly. She will, however, prove to be a most willing partner for all of us... or nearly anyone else who asks, unless Master tells her otherwise. Of course, if he wanted Lavender to be only his, he could just command it and she would obey, but Master is generous and likes to share."

"Yes," Hermione said with a mournful sigh even as she started to run a hand between her legs while standing up, too, "and his 'sharing' is taking over all our lives. Not that I'm really complaining, but..."

"Yes, all the earth-shattering orgasms do tend to be a good icing for the cake, don't they," Ginny teased.

There was a knock on the door, and Ginny and Hermione both froze, though Lyra did not. A moment later, before Harry could reach it, Neville stuck his head in, glancing about. "Ah... well, hello, everyone. I- we, H- Hannah and I, were wondering if we... could have some fun with you lot?"

"We kind of have plans," Harry told the other boy, but as he watched Neville's face fall, he added quickly, "but you two are welcome to join. The more the merrier. We're just waiting on Ron and Lavender."

Hannah, who pushed her boyfriend into the room before entering herself asked, "Brown? She's.. joining our little group, then?"

Harry nodded, "Turns out she likes to do what she's told, at least if I'm the one telling her, so... yeah. You two want a go at her? We were going to give her the first Rune-set today."

Neville groaned, "Damn, I'd like a piece of her, yeah."

Harry marveled at how far the shy boy had come since getting his first head from Lilith the previous year, saying something like that aloud (or even thinking it to himself), but he still blushed at making such a crass statement in front of so many girls, including his girlfriend.

Hannah gave Harry an appraising look, then nodded. "I s'pose that's alright, she's pretty for sure. You aren't neglecting Susan though, are you Harry?"

He swallowed, confused. "Um... no? I mean, she told me she preferred to wait, so I was giving her time to be ready."

Ginny, Lyra, Hermione, and Hannah all sighed at once. "Harry," Lyra said, surprising him with the use of his given name, "Susan is shy. She probably wants you to make the first move. Ask her out this weekend, or to the first Hogsmeade Weekend, or something."

"R- Really? I mean... I suppose I can do that," Harry muttered, glancing down at feeling like an idiot all of a sudden, "it's just... the last few times I asked girls out, it... didn't go well."

"You have learned a bit since then," Neville supplied reasonably.

"True... alright, if you are all sure that's the right course of action, I'll talk to her about it when I can. Anyway, Ron should be here soon, but Lyra told Lavender she could make whatever preparations she felt were necessary before coming down."

The door slammed open suddenly, bumping into Hannah and sending her stumbling into Neville, whose enhanced strength caught her easily enough.

"S- Sorr-mph," Lavender moaned, body twisting in the grasp of one Ronald Weasley, who had his tongue in her mouth and hands on her ass, "c-couldn't see."

"Ron, leave her alone," Harry ordered, "Lavender, if he doesn't stop kissing you within three seconds, shove him off."

Ron, of course, lingered for about five seconds, testing boundaries or just losing track of time with the highly attractive blonde's hands on his arse and tongue wrestling with his. He grunted when Lavender shoved him away, resisting, but the girl slipped from his grasp after stomping on his foot rather hard. "Master said stop," Lavender told him, voice cold and imperious.

"C'mon, mate," Ron muttered, glaring softly at Harry and gesturing down at his bulging trousers, "you said we were gonna give her Runes, right? I was just getting started a bit early."

His best friend had changed a lot over the last six years, mostly the last three months (and hadn't they all), but every once in a while some of his old selfishness creeped through. Harry raised one eyebrow, and Ron fell quiet. The ginger glanced around the room for support, and finding none, looked away a bit sheepishly. "S- Sorry."

"It's much easier to put on Runes if Lyra can see what she's doing, so we need Slave undressed, don't we?"

"Yes, Master," Lavender said with a shudder, immediately and shamelessly reaching for her tie and undressing as quickly as possible. Ron, Neville, and Hannah followed suit, if the latter two did so a bit more leisurely, and Harry took off his own sedately. While Ron and Neville could go for a few hours now that their own Runes had settled in fully, Harry's stamina was nearly, or at least functionally, unlimited. He could fuck as much as he wanted, so it was only polite to let the others wear themselves out before he got too needy. There was always plenty left, since the girls of the group could go for a long time too, longer even than the boys, and there were more of them.

"Slave, go into that room there," he pointed at the dungeon after Lavender had stood before them all, completely nude, "and lay down on your back on the bed. Put your hands and feet near the posts, and do not move until I tell you otherwise. You may speak if you have questions, but address them only to me or your Mistress Lyra."

"Yes, Master," the doe-eyed blonde said immediately, slipping through the gap between Ron and Hermione toward the door. Lyra lead the way, with Harry after her, still slowly undressing himself from the waist down, and finished with his shoes, one hand on the back of the conjured couch, as the others filed into the room in various states of arousal.

Neville, Ron, myself, Hermione, Ginny, Hannah, Lyra. Three blokes, four birds. Hm...

"Slave," Harry said once his trousers were off, leaving him partially clad in his boxers though everyone else was as naked as Lavender was. They stood around the bed while she looked up at them a bit, showing some nervousness in her expression but otherwise docile as he joined the loose circle, "you will not move from that spot until I or Mistress Lyra tell you otherwise... no matter how good you feel. You may buck your hips, gasp, pant, but you will follow my previous instructions about speaking. Make all the lewd noises you want, but words aside from asking questions of myself or Mistress Lyra are forbidden. That includes dirty talk, since I know you like that. You will be silent except to ask those questions or make noises."

The girl began to nod, then stopped herself, realizing the trap. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, so how could she acknowledge his order...?

Harry let her wrestle with it for a few seconds, then amended, "Answering a direct question from myself or Mistress Lyra is always allowed, Slave."

"I- I understand, Master," Lavender said with a tiny shudder flowing through her from the head down, then out from her torso up each arm and down both legs at the same time.

"She's really wet," Ginny observed from the foot of the bed, positioned to give herself the best view of Lavender's now-shaved cunt, "it's running out of her."

"Now, I'm going to ask you some questions, Slave," Harry said quietly, stepping in a bit more to sit casually on the edge of the bed and fold his hands on his lap while he admired Lavender's stunning figure. "You will answer honestly and completely. First: did you willingly enter into slavery to me?"

The girl blinked a few times, then took a deep, shuddering breath. "Y-y-yes, Master, I did."

"Good. That makes me feel a little better, hearing you say that. You aren't just saying it because you think that's what I want to hear, are you? I really do want honesty."

Lavender immediately shook her head, seeming terrified.

In response, Harry's left hand lashed out, slapping across her right tit with the back of his hand. She yelped loudly, and Neville cried, "Hey!"

Harry glanced up at his friend, "Slave disobeyed a command, and needed to be punished. Isn't that right, Slave?"

Lavender whimpered, but immediately replied, voice shaking with pain and embarrassment both, "Y-yes, M-mMaster!"

"Now... were you being honest?"

"Y-yes, Master."

"Did you willingly have sex with me in the broom closet?"

"Yes, Master," she said, sounding more sure and less hesitant.

"Last night, you had sex with several people in this room. Were you unhappy about that?"

"I live to serve Master," Lavender intoned.

Harry raised an eyebrow, glancing about the room to see equally surprise faces. "Then why did you shag the others?"

Lavender blinked up at him, seeming confused, "I... I thought you wanted me to?"

His hand slapped out again after a few seconds, slashing across the top of her left tit, too. She cried out again, and he waited until her nipple began to stiffen under the surprise contact before telling her, "You didn't address me as Master, Slave."

"I'm sorry Master," she whimpered back.

Harry sat thoughtfully for a few minutes, listening to and watching Lavender's chest rise and fall with her breath, "If I told you you had to shag Dumbledore, would you do it?"

"Yes, Master," Lavender whimpered.

"So you would shag anyone I told you to?"

"Y-yes, Master."

"So you aren't just a slave, you're also a slut."

"N-no, Master," Lavender cried, "I'm your slave!"

"Mm... what if I ordered you to be a slut, too?"

"I- I would shag everyone in the castle for Master!"

"Well, fortunately for your tender cunt, that isn't necessary," Harry said, finally putting a hand on her body and sliding it down between her legs to grip one thigh, not quite touching her sex. She whimpered and shook, but held still. "The seven of us can shag more than the rest of the school put together, if we wanted... and if not, we're pretty close. Next question: Would you like the ability to shag more, longer, harder, get more pleasure from it, not get tired as quickly, and recover faster for more?"

"I- I don't understand the question, Master," Lavender eventually asked, looking up at him a bit scared.

He raised an eyebrow, and she elaborated, "M-Master, I... I like to shag, Master, for you. If Master wants me to shag I will."

Lyra took pity on the girl, sitting down on the side opposite Harry but mirroring his position, to trail her long, thin fingers between Lavender's bountiful breasts and up her chin, following her jaw as she said, "What Master is trying to tell you is that there are human limits even for a slave. His friends have surpassed those, with my help, and he's offering to do the same for you."

"M- Master would treat- treat his Slave with the same... same care as his friends?"

Harry nodded at her solemnly, then said quietly, "Lavender, you are my friend. You are Slave because you want to be. But I haven't forgotten that talk we had in the Hospital Wing last year, and the too-few conversations since. I'm asking what you want, because I'll give it to you either way. Er, give you which one you choose."

Sudden tears welled up in Lavender's light-brown eyes. "I... I want to be with Master," she whispered, "as- as much as I can."

"Runes it is, then," he announced, surprising no one, though Ron faked a gasp, sending a ripple of chuckles around the circle.

"Last question. Do you prefer the company of boys or girls, Slave?"

Lavender blushed, glancing around the room, "I- I prefer boys," but hastened to add, "but Slave will satisfy anyone Master instructs her to."

Ah, that'll work then, Harry decided. "Well, you are a slave, Slave, so you don't always get what you want. Ginny, you'll have her mouth, teach her how to use it well. Lyra, you can fuck her in the ass, and I'll take that pretty cunt I own, in that order. Hermione, Hannah, you two are alright satisfying Neville, Ron, and I in the meantime, right?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Hannah said, surprising Harry by walking around Neville to reach for his own hand, and pull him up from the bed.

He let her, and Hannah tugged him the few steps necessary to reach the couch, then turned to push him onto it. The moment he sat down, Hannah straddled him and sank onto his length with a sigh. As her body adjusted to holding him, Harry leaned in to suckle at one of her great teats, as large as Lyra's if not quite as firm, and used the other to travel over the Hufflepuff's luscious, curvy body. "I missed your cock in me," Hannah gasped, then started to gyrate.

As Hannah started to ride him, Harry watched over his shoulder as Hermione sank to her knees, peppering kisses down Ron's chest and stroking her hands down Neville's, before taking the black-haired boy's short, fat dick in her mouth, stretching wide to accommodate it, and stroking Ron's. "Oh, that's good," Neville groaned.

"Suck him, Hermione," Ron murmured, eyes locked on her mouth, "suck that big, fat cock."

Over Hannah's other shoulder, Ginny was giving rather clinical instructions to Lavender while sitting on the slave's face. His Pet glanced over at Harry with a wink, then reached down to pinch both of Lavender's protruding nipples, "No, you stupid bint! You have to lick, don't just tongue-fuck me! You have to start small, get me in the mood!"

Harry grinned. Ginny seemed to truly enjoy telling Lavender what to do, judging by the almost sadistic look in her eyes as she ordered the girl between her legs to please her better. But he knew Ginny, and there was no malice there, no hatred, and probably no jealousy. Ginny liked a few things very well, quidditch and sex among them, and aside from that mostly didn't care what others got up to, so there was no reason for her to be jealous of Lavender in any way.

... Right?

"That's it, you dumb bitch, that's all you're good for. Eating pussy and sucking cock, or spreading your legs for our pleasure. Yes... unh... Faster... lick me more. Kiss my clit!"

Harry was distracted from watching his girlfriend instruct his new slave by Hannah climbing off of him, up onto the couch, and turning around to present her dripping, blonde-furred pussy to him. Then she wrapped her hands around her thighs and bent down, wobbling slightly, to look at him between her legs. "Hungry, Harry? I know I am."

He'd already put his hands on her bum to help steady her, but Harry grinned down at the Hufflepuff, "Yeah... eat up."

He started first, stretching his tongue out with his new Body Morphology powers so it was roughly the size of the average penis but twice as long, and gave her a good laving while Hannah adjusted her position, shifting her rump back against his face and stroking him before taking his head in her mouth again. Harry let her blow him for a few minutes, focusing on the task at hand, until Hannah climaxed onto his face and he, once more, felt that rush of both pleasure and satisfaction as he licked up her juices with his magically enlarged tongue. I wonder how big I can make it...?

He then pushed his tongue into the girl, and she gasped, crying out. Around his own muscle, Harry said, "Liff vaat, Hammafh?"

"Oh, Morgana, yes, Harry! Your tongue's so big!"

Grinning into her crotch at the usefulness of his ability to change his body, Harry swelled his tongue up even more, twisting it into something like a screw shape, then started working it in and out of the girl while she sucked on him harder and harder. Hannah came on his tongue soon after, far more quickly than he'd expected, and experienced a third climax right after that before he let go of her with one hand to reach down and shove her head further onto him, giving her something to eat, too.

After his own orgasm passed, Hannah, now Rune-enhanced herself, barely needed a moment to recover before climbing off him only to reach between her legs and guide his just-lubed head against her anus before sinking onto it with a sigh. "Oh, yes, that's... that's what I needed. Gods I love a fat cock in my ass..."

Harry reached around Hannah to pull her against him so he could push a few fingers into her equally slick twat, working three of them in and out of her hole while his thumb flicked over her clitoris' hood, and the other caressed the girls' stomach, then moved up to cup the underside of one of her luscious boobs.

Ginny's instructions were growing both more firm and frantic, but her work was overshadowed by Hermione with both Neville's and Ron's dicks, very different in shape and size, both in her mouth at once, pumping away vigorously while she moaned and fingered herself. Neville was the first to blow, and he gave Hermione a few wild pumps and thrusts before pulling out to spray over her cheeks and throat, letting it dribble down onto her own generous chest. As Neville drew back, likely too sensitive to continue, Ron shuddered at the sight of one of his favorite fetishes, cum-covered tits, and started climaxing himself, though he only gave Hermione a single burst to swallow before he aimed the rest of his load at her lovely body.

Lavender, shaking now, was the next to climax even though no one was touching her genitals or providing active stimuli aside from Ginny, who came herself a moment later. "That- that's it, Slave... drink my juices up like the good slave you are... but now, I gotta show you how it's done."

Lyra, already positioned and ready with a Harry-sized cock growing out of her beautiful feminine form, grinned as she stroked herself. "Go ahead, eat her out."

In the brief pause, Ginny had already lain herself down over Lavender's supine torso and set to, while continuing to grind her own cunt into Lavender's face. Hannah's sphincter tightened on Harry as she climaxed again, but didn't slow as she watched Neville hike Hermione's knees up onto his shoulders and push into her own tight cunt. Ron, meanwhile, straddled the bookworm's head, allowing her to lick his hanging balls while he rubbed both his own and Neville's cum into Hermione's skin, occasionally pulling the stickiness away to marvel at it.

While he watched, Ron scooted forward slightly, just an inch or so so Hermione could still lick the underside of his sack, and angled his pole between her tits, then reached out with both hands to press them around him. "Fuck... sticky... hot..."

Lavender came hard a moment later, screaming and writhing under Ginny, but her hands and legs stayed exactly where Harry had told her to leave them, with the red-head following a moment later, a smaller one than before. Then Ginny sat up again, pulling Lavender's legs up against heavy resistance, "Do it, Slave," she growled, "it will hurt less when Mistress Lyra fucks you. Master doesn't care, but keep the position I'm putting you in."

"Obey," Harry grunted, feeling his balls swell and tighten with another climax coming soon. He wasn't the hugest fan of anal, but Hannah was really into it, and he could provide. Besides, she was tight.

Lavender stopped fighting, letting Ginny pull her knees up to the girl's shoulders, which hiked and opened her cunt and ass for future use, then the girl rose off the bed, watching their slave for a moment to see if she stayed as she was. "Good slave. Lyra will enjoy this, won't she?"

"You know I will," the Succubus said, stroking her cock as she pressed the thick head against Lavender's mostly-unused anus.

As she slowly worked her way in, Ginny moved over to Harry and Hannah, watching them intently while fingering herself and squeezing one small breast, before stepping between his legs and leaning over to kiss Hannah deeply. "You're beautiful," the girl said after pulling away, "I want to make you feel good, too, Hannah. I was sad I couldn't find you this morning."

Soon, the blonde had three of Ginny's fingers in her pussy as well as two of Harry's, while each of them had a hand on one of her breasts, though Ginny was also suckling on the nipples of both. It was amazing, and he could feel Ginny's slender fingers gripping at his cock through Hannah's vaginal walls, the extra sensation adding that much more intensity to what he was feeling.

I hope I never get too used to this, Harry thought quietly, even amid the rapid buildup of the second climax into Hannah's ass in the last few minutes. Not just the shagging, but the variety. The single sex is great, making love or what the Yanks call 'fuckin' according to Dean, but the threesomes, and the four, and more... I hope it never gets old.

At least, no matter how many times I finish, I always seem to want more.

... Ironic that I Summoned Lilith a few months ago for that same problem, never being satisfied. But I do get satisfied now, I just like being satisfied a lot.

Still, as his rigid cock throbbed and pulsed with several more jets of cream, Hannah bucking on him and against his and Ginny's fingers, Harry was filled with a sense of quiet need. Not longing, not desperation, and not loneliness. It was more a feeling that the rotating group sex with several of his closest friends, adding one more to the mix on a permanent basis while one gained just the night before rested from that trial was not enough. Harry was getting a lot of 'play time' with the opposite sex, but he knew it wasn't enough.

Not the sheer number of times he climaxed in a day. That was satisfactory, maybe even unhealthy for all his ability to do so.

Nor the hours per day spent in intimate contact or new adventures regarding carnal things. That, Harry was sure, was well beyond what society at large would consider acceptable, and he'd only started this new life less than half a year earlier.

It was that he wanted more.

He wanted this... this ritual, and the one that came next, for all those girls he considered 'home'.

Hannah was a borrowed home, yes, but Neville and she had both wanted what it provided, and gone into it knowing that. Neither seemed upset to share, even eager for it more often that not, though both still spent more time together alone than with the group. And Harry was fine with that.

Hermione, Ginny, and Lilith in whatever guise, were home in a greater sense, and with the Runes, Harry felt it would be enough to just be with them in whatever capacity for the rest of his life.

But he had been with so many more, and wanted to keep doing that. "Plowing new fields," he'd heard one of the Weasley twins call it a couple years earlier, before he'd had the context to understand it. Muggles might use 'sowing wild oats' instead, but the meaning was the same.

Harry liked the variety of multiple women.

Of course, there were also Pansy and Lavender, who he knew would now be so addicted to sex- and sex wtih the group in particular- that they wouldn't be able to stay away long if they did try and stop. No one else would be able to satisfy them like he and his friends could accomplish.

But...

He winced as Hannah climbed off his rod, for she'd clenched particularly hard when pulling away from his cap. Then, to his shock, both Hannah and Ginny climbed further in between his knees and started cleaning him with their mouths, swapping saliva, feces (not that there was much of that) and semen with each other as they licked all over his still hard length and balls.

"That's sexy," he moaned, "and feels really good."

Hannah seemed entranced, still too new to this world she'd entered to control herself, but Ginny's eyes were alight with pleasure and mischief both as they worked him over. Finally, she put her thin lips over his tip and sucked the last bit of cum out of his pipe before standing up, turning around Hannah, and dropping onto the couch beside him. "Now that your cock is clean for Lavender," Ginny said, "Lyra looks about done with her bum. I'll keep our Huffleslut busy, Harry... though if Neville wants to fuck her, he can put it in my mouth to switch things up. You're on top, Hannah."

Neville, having pulled out of Hermione to cover her stomach and tits again, quickly rose to watch as Hannah moved to cover Ginny along the rest of the couch. The red-head's head was up on the opposite armrest, so Hannah's blonde plaits swung down to tickle Ginny's thighs as she began eating the bare pussy his Pet liked to keep.

Hermione had started to straddle Ron, and was grinding her clit against his stomach with one hand on his chest and the other on his thighs, arched back and away as she looked between the action on the couch, and Lyra. The Succubus was bent over the arched, open body of Lavender, and humping down into her with great fervor.

But... Harry wanted the rest of his 'home' girls.

Daphne, his first, the one who even though she had been sexually active before had never been broken by a man, so was at least in some sense a virgin too, that first crazy night. Tracey, with her, was a borrowed home as well, but he wanted to feel her tiny tightness again and again. Katie had felt the same though in a decreased manner. Could he steal her from the Weasley twins? Did he want to?

... Would it be stealing?

That the Beaters and Chasers he'd known when he first arrived at Hogwarts had all decided to enter into a polyamorous relationship before the death of Alicia had been shocking to hear, but would that still be the case now? Katie seemed to wonder.

... Would she be willing to try the same with him, and his larger circle of friends?

Harry was not sure. But he knew the circle of friends he had now was enough in some ways, and not in others. He wanted to watch Daphne, who thought of herself as a lesbian, speared by three cocks and loving it.

Tiny Tracey, scared of men (aside from apparently Harry), worshiping a handful of cocks in succession.

He wanted his friends to be happy.

And aside from ending Voldemort (which had somehow fallen in priority in recent days as a goal), this was the best way he knew how. Crazy, maybe, but his friends did seem happier. Less stressed, more mature, more powerful, confident, and... well, happy.

Harry rose from the couch as Lyra climaxed into Lavender's rear, jerking quickly a few times before pulling away and gesturing to remove her seed to add it to the bowl along with Lavender's and Ginny's from earlier. While his friends continue to make love with each other, Harry felt a sense of rightness fall over him again.

This is what I want... I just want more of it.

Yes, that's true.

His conviction renewed, Harry climbed up onto the bed and took the same position Lyra had, though he pulled the Lavender's legs onto his chest, letting her lower a bit to save her muscle and back strain.

Lyra sprouted her wings and lifted off to hover over Lavender, and giggled as the girl's eyes widened, but she said nothing. "Now you know, Slave," the Succubus said quietly, "you will belong to Master now, just like me... but like me, you will love it. He's a good Master. Now, since I can start drawing Runes... "

This time, she started with a small set at the outside edge's of the witch's brow, just in front of her temples where her hair began. Each was small, and took maybe ten minutes total as Harry rested his thick cock between Lavender's thighs over her slit, and stroked gently while he watched the Succubus work.

He new it was cruel, working Lavender up like that, running his shaft along her clit and slit but not putting it in when she wanted it desperately, wanted to please him as only a slave could. Worse, he'd told her she could not speak words, so the girl could not ask.

Still, he wanted to see the difference between Pansy's and Lavender's sets. They were already quite a lot different in formation, he'd never seen her put any Runes onto the brow edges at all, and only his own and Hermione's had had much on the head at all.

She moved down next to the Sacral chakra, just above Lavender's small patch of fur, and lifted Harry's cock to draw a larger Rune there, one he had gathered involved pleasure, tracing it twenty-one times in her own jizz and Ginny's squirt. Then she reached down to tug at Harry a bit, smiling up at him, before adding more Runes, up the girl's stomach in a line. "I'm done down there until you fill her, Master," she said, "Make it a big load so I can eat the rest when we're done, won't you?"

"Are you tired, still?"

"Some," the Succubus admitted, "but mostly I just want the taste in my mouth. I'll eat it directly... been wanting to for a while. Since Neville, really."

"Mm... will do, Pet."

He knew he shouldn't bump Lavender much while Lyra was drawing her Runes, lest she make a mistake, so Harry withdrew slowly from between Lavender's thighs, and held her feet up in front of him by the ankles while he looked down at his extended dick, imagining what else he could do to bring her pleasure such as she'd never had before.

After all, while he knew she'd been a virgin in the broom closet, and hadn't been with anyone since, Harry wanted her to climax again and again while Lyra worked, but also wanted to prolong his own enjoyment, so he would take things slow.

First, he grew back to his new 'normal', at fully twelve inches long and two and a half across, nearly two deep. Then he added more veins, thick and pulsing, before remembering to increase his heart size and lungs, then his ribs and chest to match. That's a good start.

Next, ridges and soft spines, like Lyra's, appeared at regular intervals, about twelve in all, circling around his entire size. They lay almost flat, like a porcupine's, angling down against his length so that they wouldn't be noticed much going in, but as he pulled out, Harry suspected they would extend and tease her tender flesh most powerfully.

"Are you ready for my magic penis, Lavender?" Harry asked, smiling down at her with more affection than he would have thought possible a year ago.

He didn't expect her to answer, for he'd told the girl not to talk, nor move, even if that had been a direct question. She did neither, obeying his commands without question as Lyra painted across her breasts in large runes that matched her size, then kept her ankles in place with one hand and aligned himself at her lower lips with the other.

She sighed as he first started entering, letting out a little whimper, then gasped as his full head entered.

By the time the first few spines hit, Lavender was wincing with discomfort, but also gasping. He could see her arms, still locked in place by his command, trembling to move, but she did not.

"Answer this question, Slave. Would you prefer I go in slowly, or quickly?"

"S-Slowly, Master, so I can adju-aaaaaagh-oh fuck!"

He had pushed in completely, bottoming out all twelve inches into her wet, steaming hole in an instant, blasting past where her hymen had been a few days ago and well past her cervix, ripping into the poor girl's womb and pushing at its back.

"Sorry, Slave," he said with a faint smile past her legs, adjusting his grip to be around her knees and moving his other hand, no longer needing to aim himself, around her shapely thigh to rub slow circles just above her clit in the half-dried rune. "Master's wants outweigh your own, don't they? Answer that."

"Yes, Master," Lavender whimpered, tears leaking copiously from her eyes to run down either side of her head.

He pulled out halfway, slowly, then eased back in, loving how she shuddered on the back-stroke, and even more how his mind had subconsciously added nerves to the little spines. As each was pulled upright and out, he felt spots of tightness and pleasure spiking through his dick, sending shivers of their own up his spine and down to his toes.

"It feels good though, doesn't it, Slave? Answer."

"I love Master's fat cock in Master's wet pussy!"

The volume was high enough, but Lavender had practically shrieked the words, too, and all other action in the room paused to look over.

"Sorry," Harry said, turning his head to see Hermione now taking Ron from behind on the floor, but her lips were locked with Hannah's over Ginny's crotch, while Neville had been pounding into the blonde's cunt with Ginny licking at both that and his swinging testicles.

Lyra looked up from her own drawing to peer into Harry's eyes and apparently his mind for a moment, because she grinned widely and hungrily at him, "I want that cock next, Master. It looks like one of my people's."

"I modeled it after yours, Pet," he replied, then started pulling in and out of his new harem member with long, regular movements.

"Next time you are Iris, Master, can we... well, I'd like to mount your face with mine while you fuck me in the mouth with that one. Then switch it up a bit. If that's okay."

He snorted, replying verbally, "You know, a few weeks ago I'd have said no way, but... having tried that? Okay. Also, you hardly ask for anything that doesn't benefit me. So... yeah, you've earned a treat."

"Thank you, Master," Lyra murmured, sounding strangely shy. She blushed as she looked down, then scooted her rear back so her breasts swung over Lavender's face as she worked her calligraphic magic into Lavender's ribs. "Almost done with this set. You can climax if you want, Master."

And he did, really badly. The sensation of the alien penis was similar to but far more intense than he was used to, and Lavender was incredibly tight for that size, even if she was deep enough, somehow, to hold all of him using her womb's entire depth.

"Mm... I think I'll wait until Slave begs me for it."

Then he pushed her legs apart, nearly forcing Lavender into a full splits position, and started humping roughly, dragging his spined member through her channel recklessly, nearly losing control as each and every pump tugged both the lips of her pussy and her cervix outward with his removal, and then shoving back in. Lavender's back arched in a silent scream, and her body seemed to freeze in place like that with her heavy, round breasts hanging toward her chin, the smooth belly pulled very tight, distending her shallow navel.

Harry pumped harder, distracting himself from his own incredible pleasure by turning to look to his right. Now Neville was standing behind Hermione, pounding into one of her holes roughly, as he seemed to enjoy too, while the girl was bent over the end of the couch, her mouth on Ginny's upside-down. His Pet's left leg was over the back of the couch and her right on the floor, hands both fisted into Hannah's hair as the girl laved her cunt. Ron had a grip on both the blonde's plaits as he mounted her on the other side, mirroring Hermione's position.

It was glorious to see, and didn't help Harry hold back his climax, but it didn't matter. Lavender had already lost control, her entire body wracked with pleasure she'd never imagined, and her will to please her master was no longer equal to her desire for him. "Harry, please fill me with cum! I need it so bad!"

Harry had never heard such an amazing idea in his life at that moment, and released with enough force to literally push Lavender an inch or two off his cock as he sheathed himself fully then let go of the building pressure.

It had been a while since he'd whited out.

When he came to, he was rutting into Lavender again while Lyra, her own human-style cock that mirrored his only smaller to fit her frame, was pumping into Lavender's mouth, and both Ginny and Hermione were suckling her fat tits, Neville and Ron behind each one in turn.

"Back with us, Master?" Lyra asked with a giggle.

"Mm? Yeah, I... how long was...?"

"You've been slamming Slave's pussy for about ten minutes, Master," she answered, "I'm finished with her Runes, and Slave will be very randy for a few hours."

"Good," Harry grunted, "because I'm going to make use of her."

He did, and so did everyone else.

It was a long night for the blonde Gryffindor, but one she would remember for a long time to come as the best first night of her new life.

Even Harry forcing himself on her, enslaving her with his powerful magic along with all the ecstasy that brought, was just a prelude to that night.

Lavender Brown could not wait for more.

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