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Chap. 55: Payback

Classes resumed, and the D.A. had searched the castle from top to bottom twice, but they had seen hide nor hair of Vicky Frobisher. Word had gone out through Dumbledore, the Headmaster had assured Harry through a Phoenix-delivered note, to the Order of the Phoenix to be on the lookout for Draco and Isabella, but frankly, neither Harry nor the other members of his little group held out much hope they would get a glimpse of them before it was too late.

"But," Dumbledore explained to Harry and Lyra at the end of another lesson into the mind and talents of Voldemort, "that does not mean we have given up hope. I have set the Vanishing Cabinet in a most precarious position, and any Death Eaters unfortunate enough to step through it will... shall we say, not appreciate what happens next. No, Miss Sendai, it is not instantly lethal. They will be contained, however, until such time as I come to claim them, unless they put up a fight. If a student should happen to come through, well... they will simply arrive here, in front of my desk, without their wands. I believe I can handle it should that situation actually occur."

"That's fine," Harry told the old wizard after what he'd finished explaining sank in, "that doesn't cover Vicky Frobisher. Are you sure she is still in the Castle?"

"No," Dumbledore said with a long, low sigh, gesturing at a rune-covered keystone sitting on one of the many shelves filled with strange, mystical artifacts, "the student detection spells are not perfect. They did not register Miss Ross leaving, for example, nor Mr. Malfoy. They are both gone, but normally when a student passes through the protections at the edge of the grounds, I am alerted."

Harry looked down sheepishly, his face darkening just a little as the Headmaster's twinkling blue eyes settled on him. There was no accusation, however, and he was honestly beyond the point of caring too much what anyone thought of him. Not even a wizard he respected and looked up to. So he forced himself to look up again, "And is Vicky here? You said you can tell Malfoy and Ross are 'not here', right?"

"Yes, but that sort of magic takes time to change. She may have been removed within the last... oh, twenty-four hours or so, and I may not be able to tell. But I believe she is still here, somewhere. It would not be easy to circumvent the detection spells for long, I think."

"The problem is that Hogwarts' grounds are just chock-full of hidden nooks, hidey-holes, crannies, and other places deliberately made to hide things," Lyra muttered darkly.

Harry thought she looked rather cute when annoyed, as the half-Asian features curled into a scowl at the bottom of Dumbledore's ancient, large desk, but thought it might be impolite to say so just then.

Dumbledore, for his part, nodded, "Just so. At any rate, if another student goes missing, it may be necessary to temporarily close the school. For a few days only, Harry, you need not worry. Having fewer magical presences within the grounds would make it far easier to... flush out our quarry. The problem with doing so, however..."

"You tell whoever has her that you're looking for them, and seriously."

"I would think they already know that," Dumbledore almost sniffed as if offended, "but yes, that is it in essence. Now... on to another matter. Miss Sendai, you told me once that your connection with Harry here is stronger than what he shares with Voldemort."

Lyra nodded, perking up a little, and lapsed into her more traditional manner of speaking for a bit, "Yep. A lot stronger, actually! Master's Bond with me is as strong as any I've ever heard of."

To Harry's surprise, the old wizard looked seriously back and forth between them once, then leaned in to rest his chin on his knuckles as they curled together. "Would either of you be interested in exploring how we might... use that connection against Voldemort?"

"I already am," Lyra answered casually, "As soon as I sussed out what that little bit of magic in his scar was, I started sending him- your Voldy- well, feelings. My kind of feelings."

Dumbledore actually looked truly surprised for a moment, which Harry was a bit shocked to see himself, but that turned to full-on amazement as, a moment later, the ancient Headmaster burst into full-on guffaws, gales of mirth-filled, ringing laughter that made Fawkes and the Sorting Hat both ruffle either feathers or cloth.

"Oh, oh my, oh dear," Dumbledore continued to try and speak through the chuckles a full minute later, both hands holding his sides, "That explains a great deal! A very great deal!"

"Explains... what, exactly, sir?" Harry asked, quite confused. He'd been getting the strangest feeling that Lilith was doing something like that, but he could sense not a whit of it from Voldemort himself. No dreams, no pain in his scar, nothing like that, and hadn't since she'd first sealed the Contract with him.

"I do not know the full picture, of course, but it seems that our Dark Lord has recently become rather obsessed with something he claimed to have set aside in his seventh year as 'beneath him'. Rutting like an animal, he told me privately when one of his classmates accused him of fondling her inappropriately- he did not do so, strangely enough, but one of his dorm mates had- was 'disgusting', and he hadn't done it since he was sixteen."

Harry shuddered. Even as attractive, objectively, as the shade of Voldemort at that age had been, he did not want to think about the literal, prophesied bane of his existence in that way. Not at all.

"Yet, even in his ritual-altered form, having set aside so much of his humanity... now he cannot get enough? That it is actually distracting him? Oh, the irony... A master-stroke, Miss Sendai, truly."

"Well, in his defense," she demurred, actually blushing a little herself, "he was not prepared to have roughly the same level of... let's say 'arousal' as Harry on any given day. He's gotten a bit better at controlling it, lately."

Dumbledore sobered slightly, but maintained a definite grin behind his bushy white beard as he nodded, "Just so. I worry for the fate of some of his Death Eaters and their allies, given his recent... change in behavior, and I have confirmed through my own sources that some of them are being... passed around. Not unlike what your circle of friends do, Harry, only with decidedly less consent. While unfortunate, there is little we can do about that. It is something our opponent has done to his own forces, and to their detriment, I fear. While witches and wizards are equal in every way that matter, I fear that soon the Death Eaters will lose ranks to pregnancy if nothing else."

Lilith shrugged, and Harry grinned, "Maybe, but like you said, Sir- it's their fault."

"True. Now, I had hoped to strategize a little, but what exactly can we do to continue this, Miss Sendai? Or enhance the effects?"

"Not much, anymore," she admitted, "Master's Bond is nearly complete, it isn't going to get much stronger. He will, but I can only send so much emotion through their connection. It wasn't exactly built for that, and I could only take control of what was there."

"Hmm... the soul shard is intact?"

"No," Lyra chuckled darkly, and Harry shuddered. She looked over at him pointedly, "Harry, I didn't honestly think it worth mentioning, but you still carry a bit of him in you. Well, buried inside your style of Runes inside the scar. I suppose it acts as an 'object' to hold something like a Horcrux, but it's sloppy. Malformed. Effective, though. It's how you have a connection in the first place."

"Including Parseltongue, a gift I believe you inherited from Voldemort," Dumbledore said quietly, "I am sorry I did not inform you, Harry. It honestly slipped from my mind during our first discussion of the year, and after the incident at the Ministry, you seemed rather occupied with other matters."

Harry frowned. He didn't like it, he really didn't, but if what they were saying was true, he'd had that piece of Voldemort's soul in him for the vast majority of his life. Now, it did not hurt, and it was actually a weapon of sorts against him. He would deal with it, for now. "So... what state is it in, Lyra? You said it's not intact anymore."

"No, it's not at all how it was before," she actually giggled, "I broke it up, you see. The talents and magic it carried have passed to you, Master. You are now a... what was the word, old man? Parsel-tongue thing? You don't have the ability from him, anymore, it's yours. You got stronger at magic, too, and a bit smarter. It wasn't all me."

"And the rest?" Harry wasn't sure he wanted to know, but while a year before he might have been offended at the idea that a man like Voldemort was more intelligent than he was... it wasn't worth arguing about. He was mature enough to admit that to himself, at least.

"It's still there, wrapped up in a delicious cocoon of sex, lust, desire, and love. It's in complete and utter agony, I'm sure, as all that was left is the very worst parts of what a human can do."

"Anathema," Dumbledore murmured quietly, looking both astounded and pleased. "Much as your mother's love protected you, Harry, he cannot bear to touch it. Your touch destroyed his first reincarnation and Professor Quirrel both, if you recall. Now that shard is surrounded by an even more potent version, if I am not mistaken, and yet it cannot... flee? Or be destroyed?"

"Nope. I locked it up well and good," Lyra giggled again, "And oh, I can tell you, it's not happy. Can't do anything about it, though. If it did escape, somehow, there's not enough left to be cohesive. It's literally just raw hatred and malevolence. Not even any magic really."

Harry could not help but grin. "That seems a fitting enough end for all the suffering it caused me over the years."

"I'm glad you approve, Master," Lyra cooed, sending him a wink, "but there's still enough there to affect ol' Voldy-pants. For now. Sooner or later he'll figure out what's happening and block off the connection himself."

"Just so," Dumbledore agreed, "perhaps it is best that we do not act any further just yet. A waiting game may seem like no action at all, but if it is already stymying his efforts, and so well... would you agree, Harry? I do not want to draw more attention to the connection, you see. It may cause him to figure out the weakness sooner."

"Right," the younger wizard murmured, "That's right. Let's let it go for now, but let's also brainstorm how we can use it more actively. Maybe even... this summer?"

"An excellent plan, Harry, but may I suggest an earlier date? Such as the Yule Holidays? You will have almost an entire month this year. And I was also hoping that we- the three of us, of course- might go on a little adventure to hunt down a certain relic I had meant to obtain earlier."

"What's that?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore grinned almost cruelly as he held up a hand for some reason, then pointed at an unadorned finger, "A ring. A ring that I believe is buried at the home of one Morfin Gaunt, before he passed on. You remember the story, I am sure, from our first private lesson this year."

Harry's eyes widened. "You- you mean a Horcrux?"

"Just so, dear boy. I had been planning to claim and destroy it this summer, but your friend here necessitated a change in plans as the staff and castle were forced to accommodate your new lifestyle."

"Oh, um... sorry, Sir," Harry muttered sheepishly.

But Dumbledore only chuckled, "Think nothing of it, my boy. I well understand the foibles of youth, though it has been a long time indeed since I felt them as you must. Now, to bed I think. The hour grows late."

"Right. Good night, Sir."

"Good night, Harry, Miss Sendai."

Lyra gave him a wink and a wave as they turned to leave, eventually making their way back down to the private quarters Dumbledore had just made at least partial reference to.

There, they found a rather quiet room, with both girls gone, and only Ron reading through an old issue of Quidditch Through the Ages for probably the hundredth time.

"Girls in the dorms?"

Ron looked up, nodding, "Yeah. Your Slytherin- well, Greengrass, came by with a note, but she didn't leave it. Didn't trust me not to read it, I guess. Said she'd be back tomorrow."

"Alright," Harry acknowledged, "I guess it's just us then, for the night. I don't wanna go back up to the dorm."

"Okay," Ron shrugged, looking over the magazine, "Er... can I spend some time with... er... Lilith? Not Lyra? Not that shagging Lyra isn't great, it's just..."

The Succubus looked at her Master for a moment, then grinned, "Well, I'm sure Master doesn't mind sharing. But..."

The school clothing melted away first, giving both of the randy teenagers a delightful eyeful for a few seconds before her form shifted into that of the barely-pubescent girl she'd first appeared as to Harry. "But I want it to be like this. You don't mind, do you, Ron?"

"Er... I mean... a bit young, but... after the last few months? I don't care. I really don't. I just want to get off."

But Harry wasn't quite done, and despite the hour being past eleven, he was more than ready to play a little. Ron didn't need to sleep much, either, so he figured his plan would work alright in the end. "Well, I want mine, too. Dungeon, Ron? You up for something new?"

The taller boy looked at him for a moment as he stood, dropping the worn book on the cluttered coffee table, "Sure. What'd you have in mind? More of those weird sex toy things?"

"Just some light bondage," he told his best friend as he lead the way, shirt already in hand and trousers dropping shortly after he passed the threshold.

The room, as always, smelled heavily of sex and desire, but Harry had more in mind than just a quick romp. In fact, he wanted to draw things out, to take advantage of their Runes giving them the stamina of... well, many more people. Or bears. Or horses.

And he was feeling more than a little adventurous himself. "Alright. You trust me, right, Ron?"

"Er... yeah, 'course."

"Good. Incarcerous! Don't worry, this won't be for long. Lilith, can we rig him up on the ceiling? Wait... let's use the X-bars. We haven't done much with those."

"Ooh, I like where this is going, Master," the petite Succubus said with a grin, easily fluttering over as her wings appeared and hoisting the much larger form up with her little arms under his, and not coincidentally rubbing her nearly flat chest in his face as she did so. While he was hidden from view, Harry quickly morphed into Iris, who stretched languidly as she appeared... with Harry's cock still attached to her, mounted above her clit, just as she'd been when she first showed the form to the girls.

Lilith was already blindfolding Ron when she reached the corner of the room behind the well-used bed, so he didn't get a glimpse of her, but he jumped when Iris stood up on her toes to kiss him deeply.

"Harry! I-"

"I'm Iris," she whispered, "Harry's... sleeping."

As Lilith pulled away, the blindfold, black silk, tightly in place, she could see Ron's face burning with heat. Something about kissing her, even though they'd had sex and been quite intimate before, still seemed to bother him. But Iris didn't mind. In her eyes, Ron belonged to Hermione just like Ginny and Lilith belonged to Harry. She could and did enjoy intimacy and sex with him, but he didn't belong to her, like so many belonged to Harry. She even felt a strange sort of jealousy at the knowledge that only one person did: Lilith herself.

"For now, Mistress," the Succubus whispered in her ear, then licked up the shell, making the girl shudder in delight. "I feel as if there are more coming yet. We simply haven't found them, yet. Or perhaps we have."

Then louder, Lilith turned to Ron, alighting on perfect little feet next to Iris, who stood a good six inches taller, though she was hardly tall herself. Neither came up to Ron's shoulders without standing on their toes. Iris watched with growing glee as Ron twisted in the bonds he suddenly found himself in, stretched out across the large wooden X-frame with his wrists and ankles bound, and blindfolded to boot. "Ron, can you see anything?"

"No," he growled, "thing's fuckin' charmed, too. Can't even see out the bottom!"

"Good," Lilith giggled, "this will just be so much sweeter. I know you're tied up, stud, so you can't do any of the work... why don't you just relax, and let us treat you to something special."

The last word was said with just the right amount of sultry sex-appeal that it seemed truly incongruous with her child's body, but it still made Iris' girl-cock twitch, just like Ron's did, and she watched avidly as the long, slender member rose up, and up. She pressed herself against him then in idle curiosity. He might've lost about two inches with his legs spread, but the tip still pressed just about at the midpoint between her own perky breasts and her navel. "You'd be so deep if we shagged standing up, Ron," she whispered, shifting her body against his to give him just a little thrill as his erection was trapped between them.

He groaned when she backed away.

Lilith was holding two toys when she looked over at her, both from the long rack next to the frame. One, a feather-tipped rod, and the other a leather strap almost like a shaving strop but thinner, attached to the same kind of rod. She held each out to Iris, who grinned and went for the feathers.

Then they started teasing, and hard.

Together, Lilith and Iris delivered the lightest of touches, for the most part, either one at a time, rotating sides frequently, or together, running the musky, almost sticky leather or the faintest of touches from the feather over Ron's skin, which quickly swelled with goosebumps, or shivered reflexively, after each touch.

Soon, he was gasping, panting, his hips starting to buck wildly but in small, jerky motions, more so after one of the girls slid their implement over him. But neither said a word, communicating not even in their minds, but through a look, a glance.

Ron didn't say anything either, but he did let out several groans.

That is, until both of the implements were set aside and the girls pulled back to watch him silently. Lilith's hands stroked Iris' girl-cock languidly while they waited. It didn't take long.

"Please," Ron whispered, "I... more... t- touch me more..."

"Where, Ron?" Iris asked, "Where do you want us to touch you?"

"Anywhere," he groaned desperately, "My dick! Please! I'm so hard!"

Iris turned around and looked over her shoulder, backing into him so that her pert little rump just touched Ron's hanging scrotum, which dripped with sweat just like the rest of him. He was really worked up! "Like this, Ron? Sorry, I'm short, I can't reach any higher... but just think, if you could use your hands, you could point that thing down and run it up and down between my little cheeks... or put it in my arse, like Hannah loves so much. Do you want to fuck my little bum-hole, Ron?"

"Yes!" he roared suddenly, thrusting into the air hard enough to bounce his long member against his stomach, where it rebounded to slap into Iris' lower back, too. "Please!"

"Hmm... I think I'd rather suck on it," she said casually, then turned and lowered her head.

"Ugh, Har-"

She bit him, just lightly, across the head, and pulled off. "I'm Iris, dummy," she reminded him, "Harry doesn't like sucking dicks. He wouldn't do this for you."

"Or to you," Lilith giggled behind her, two hands falling on Iris' rear as the Succubus' long tongue darted out to taste her nethers.

Iris was still rather inexperienced at oral sex, at least with boys, but she loved the smell of Ron's desire and need as pre-cum fell onto her tongue with every swirl she gave his head. Having him filling her lips was almost like a lollypop, only firm and hard from need rather than sugar. Knowing how much he wanted her was... it was driving her wild. She started bobbing faster, no longer fighting it as his tip brushed the back of her throat. She never would be able to deep-throat him, she suspected, not again. Lilith was one thing, she was Iris' Pet. They were one, in some ways. Ron was Hermione's. Hermione wanted Ron's cock in her throat, not Iris'.

I need someone to fuck my face, she realized. Lilith can do it, but I want more. Hell, I can do it myself, but the angle's really awkward. But for now... Merlin, he's getting close fast.

She felt his penis twitch once, hard, and yanked her body free just as a tiny little orgasm hit her, brought about by Lilith's tiny tongue flicking her bud. Ron groaned, loudly, as his hips pushed forward, seeking contact, any contact, again.

"Mm... I don't' think you've had enough, Ron," she murmured. "But you can imagine... just imagine, Lilith's cute, sexy tongue circling my clit from beneath and behind... she's fingering my arse, Ron. Getting it ready for more. For you, if you want..."

"Oh, Merlin," the ginger moaned, "That's... fuck..."

Truthfully, she'd only been teasing. Her bum had never had anything in it. She'd never had anything come out of it as Iris, in fact.

But now...

Now she realized she did in fact want it. But she waited until Ron was starting to calm, just a little, not enough to lose his erection- she doubted that would happen quickly with his Runes and the lust he must be feeling- and then pulled away from Lilith's talented mouth to go get one of the two stools the room provided and lay across it. "Shift me back, lover?"

"With pleasure," the Succubus grinned, easily pulling on the stool's leg enough to position her Mistress before their captive. She was higher now, and Ron's long member wasn't touching... but she took him in hand and pulled down. "Mm... you like my hand, I know Ron, but I'm not getting you off today. That's Mistress' job. Feel that? Her arse is so cute! I could just slap it all day... you want to make it red, I know. Leave your hand-print on her little tushy... but feel this?"

He groaned as the tip of his head nestled into her little star, soft pink without any bacterial growth there, not that he could see it. He felt Iris squirm against him, and then the pop as Lilith pushed a little harder, and he slid inside, just the tip.

Iris squealed, almost pig-like, but he did not dare move. Iris' body was not motionless against him, she squirmed even more, but Lilith's hand was strong enough to rip him clean off, and he didn't dare buck just yet, no matter how much he wanted to drive in, to torture the girl's arse for the torture she was giving him!

But no... he liked Iris. He wouldn't do that to her. Besides... This is kinda fun, he acknowledged.

Then, with his cock-head buried in Iris' anus, he felt Lilith's tongue licking around his shaft, up the long length from the base, to circle around the end where it joined with his best mate's- er- female body.

"Lubed up and ready to go... a little late, Mistress, but I know what you wanted."

"Nnmm... yes... I know, lover... Ron?"

"Mm? Yeah, Iris?"

"Fill my cute little arse up with your dick, please."

"Fuckin' thought you'd never ask," he grunted, then thrust forward as far as he could go. Not harsh, but steady, closing the distance in about five seconds.

He felt and heard the girl's body shift on the stool, heard it grind against the floor too, but Iris' grunt was not one of pain. "Take- take the blindfold off," she murmured after he had driven home, "Please, Lilith! I want him to see himself rutting on me! And- and set him free!"

"Your wish is my command, Mistress," the Succubus said casually, and a moment later he had to blink in the normally dim room.

It was, indeed, Iris he was buried half-way in, her bum stretched just a little around him. Ron knew he was not as thick as Harry, and nowhere near as large as Neville around, but his length was more than even Dean, beaten only by Harry, who cheated.

There was probably no way she could ever take him all like this, but he wanted to try, damn it! Ron lifted his hips to the slender little waist, and held her in position while he stepped forward, then pushed in a little further.

Again, Iris gasped, "More," as her hands clutched at the opposite stool-legs, feeling beset by need she was unaccustomed to.

He pulled out slowly, stroked in again, and then muttered, "If you fuckin' keep me from cumming again, I'm gonna be pissed."

"I want it in me," Iris whimpered below him, "I want to feel it in my insides, Ron..."

Lilith fluttered into the air in front of Iris, an erection to rival her own, which Ron had not even seen hanging through the stool, and pouted, "But what about me, Mistress?"

Ron goggled as the tiny girl he was spearing slowly lifted her head and must have opened her mouth, for Lilith grinned and positioned herself at Iris' face, set her little hands on the other girl's shoulders, and started humping, not too gently either.

The sort of sucking, smacking sounds Iris was suddenly making reminded him strongly of Hermione as she was driven to a frenzy taking one cock after another in her mouth. Suddenly, he could not hold back anymore. His grip on Iris' waist tightened, and he did deliver one very hard, open-palm slap across her right buttock, before he started moving faster, harder, and a little deeper in counterpoint to Lilith's motions.

It was a bit strange, he thought as he looked up to meet her eyes, seeing someone else with a dick fucking the same girl he was.

It was different with Harry, and to a lesser extent Neville. This was... this was a girl with a dick.

But even though it was a bit strange, he found he didn't really care. It was kind of hot, in a way, in fact. Sort of like eating his sister's pussy while she sucked on him. Strange, forbidden, exotic... wanton. The same sort of abandon he'd felt the night before when Ginny was going down on him, and with Hermione's express permission no less, took over.

He suddenly wanted to see that Succubus dick pounding the shit out of Iris.

He wanted to climax desperately, too.

But...

He pulled out, just as he was starting to feel that ever-familiar rush once more.

Iris groaned around the Succubus' dick, and Lilith stopped too.

But Ron only grinned, shoved one hand beneath Iris' taut little tummy, and lifted her into the air. She squealed, and louder as he settled her arse back onto his cock, pulling her down by the shoulders and using gravity to assist him. "Oh, damn, it's so deep," he grunted, "You okay, Iris?"

In his arms, supported by one arm around her belly and the other just moving beneath one knee, she shuddered as he fully entered her from behind, clearly climaxing.

Far from looking put out, Lilith only flew up to the stool and settled on it with her legs spread, and leaned in. That was the first time he saw the huge shaft sprouting from Iris' petite body. For a moment, he felt the same sort of queasiness he'd felt the first time his and Harry's penises had touched in Hermione's or Lilith's mouth- he couldn't remember now which was first, but it passed quickly. In fact, it almost looked like she was sucking him while he fucked Iris.

"That's hot," he decided, and resumed his thrusting, this time up. The motion made Iris' own dick bounce against Lilith's throat, but neither seemed to mind given the noises they were making. In fact, he could now feel the results of the shapeshifted girl's release running down his own bare legs, and dripping off his sack, which slapped against her pussy even though she had a penis.

The thought made him grin and redouble his efforts.

"More," Iris groaned after a few minutes, "I need more dicks in me!"

"Okay," Lililith grunted after pulling herself off the girl's shaft, "On the bed?"

"Y- yes!"

"You heard her, Ron," Lilith grinned, taking to the air again and grabbing Iris' hands to lift her into the air that way. He made them walk slowly by taking a grip on Iris' waist and humping still, as he walked carefully over to the bed and gestured, "I'm gonna sit."

He spun, still fucking Iris' arse, and did just that, using his own legs and hands to pry the girl's quivering legs apart, then leaning back. He found the sight of Harry's penis sprouting from between those legs to rise straight into the air strangely erotic as it bounced and circled at the tip in time with his now slower, grinding thrusts.

Lilith climbed onto the bed straddling them both, but Ron had a different idea. Without giving himself time to talk himself out of it, he grabbed the Succubus' dick at the base and pulled down, "Wait."

She looked at him in surprise, and Iris whimpered but did not protest, allowing herself to be guided.

It's just skin, he reminded himself, It's not gay to be touching it. She's a girl anyway. Or a Succubus. Whatever. And... and this...

It took his entire hand to even close half-way around both as he brought both Iris' and Lilith's she-dicks as he brought then together, aligned against each other. "Suck 'em both, Lilith," he grunted.

"Ooh, kinky," she giggled, then arched her body in.

Iris groaned as the lips settled around just half of her, the other half covered with a delicious cock. It wasn't as good as being buried in her, which she still wanted desperately, but it felt soo good!

And... and this isn't Harry's dick, even if it looks like it. It's Iris'. And I've seen it before. Touching it isn't weird. It's... it's so hot, and hard! And kind of silky, smoother than mine. I think. Been a while since I've had to wank, heh.

Even though they had teased him relentlessly for an hour, even though Iris' bum-hole was perilously tight, he wasn't quite close. This just wasn't enough to drive him over the edge anymore, at least not quickly. But he was, in that moment, glad he was so used to sex now. A short year ago, even thinking about this sort of activity would've had him blushing and running for the hills in shame as he came too early to be useful.

Thinking about that made him feel strong, like he was better now, more worthy of love, of intimacy. Now, he could hold his own against even Harry.

Insatiable Hermione.

Even his slag of a sister!

Even the Succubus liked shagging him! She said it all the time!

"Take it," he grunted, then leaned back, finally lifting a hand to Iris' budding chest and pulling her back into him, "Lilith! Take that cunt of hers! Drive her insane with that cock!"

"Oh, oh yes, please!" Iris begged.

"Who'm I to disobey Mistress and Mistress' boy-toy?"

No one bothered to reply as the Succubus did just that, pushing into Iris' relatively unused depths with no small amount of effort. As he had never felt before, Ron noticed every single ridge and nodule, every vein, of Lilith's erection as it slid past his, separated only by a scant inch or so of very pliable flesh. Even with her body hunched against his, he could see the bulge Lilith left in her stomach.

"Jerk her off with me, Ron," Lilith whispered, eyes meeting his. "Let's make Mistress feel really good!"

For just a moment, he hesitated as the Succubus' hand circled Iris' rod just above where his own had been resting, all-but forgotten. It's just skin, and this is so fucking sexy!

He stroked, guiding Lilith just as he would if he were wanking himself.

It wasn't so different, he decided, aside from just how good having her rectum clutching around him as Iris climaxed again made him feel. This time, her dick spurted, too, spraying into the air to cover both girl's faces and land between them. His own release occurred almost at the same time, his hot wash bursting forth into Iris' intestinal tract with a fury Ron could not have predicted, one which he had felt only a few times before, when driven nearly mad by the applications of his own Runes.

He didn't even really remember Lilith climaxing, but a few seconds later as he came back to himself, all three were panting, spent, both tiny girls splayed atop him, his softening dick almost but not fully out of Iris. "That... that was..."

"Amazing," Iris groaned, "Never... so full..."

"Amazing," Ron agreed, and he meant it. Even... even touching other penises hadn't grossed him out, at least in the moment, like he'd thought it might.

Not Harry's. No, that was a bridge too far. But Iris, and Lilith? Sure... he could do that. Sometimes. Probably.

If they asked.

He wasn't going to ask for it. No, sir!

And that was fine. He didn't think they would think less of him.

Thankfully, Iris stayed as Iris until she disappeared behind her bedroom door, and Lilith even stayed with him after suctioning away all of both Iris' and his own semen and fluids, giving him a rather tender blow-job to clean off anything from her untouched anus, too.

It was a bit weird to think about, but Ron had to admit it was fun anyway, and orgasms were always great. Always.

Speaking of... I'm randy.

Despite a mind-blowing three-way with his best mate in female form and her pet Succubus, Ron found himself looking at his erect penis again. "Hey, um, Lilith?"

"Yes, Ron?" she asks softly, lifting her head from where it had been resting on his shoulder while she traced lazy symbols on his chest.

"You want another go? I wanna shag."

"Sure."

She started to straddle him, the body looking so much like Ginny's had when he'd once walked in on her in the shower that Ron could not help but groan before she even lowered herself. But the Succubus had other plans at the moment it seemed, for instead of dropping onto his cock, which was still slick from saliva even if the other fluids had been gathered by Lilith, and used her bald snatch to press him down against his own stomach, sliding up and down it a few times. He watched as her folds, tender and so young-looking, molded and morphed around his length while she moved back and forth with no apparent desire for more. It felt great, and he let it continue for a few minutes, but before long he sat up, pulling the small form against him and stood, then turned and threw her onto the bed, where she giggled and opened her legs invitingly.

"I'm gonna play with you a bit now, if you don't mind," he told her, not leaving it up for debate by his tone.

"Okay," she agreed at once, the devilish little grin he and Harry had both become so familiar with spreading over the soft features. "Are you gonna make me feel really good, Ron?"

"I hope so," he replied, then climbed back onto the bed, straddling her waist this time, to reach down and paw at her small breasts. "I do like 'em bigger," he said after a few seconds, "but I can see why Harry likes them like this. They're kind of cute, smaller."

"I can change, if you want, Ron," she reminded him, "I don't mind."

He debated for a moment, then shook his head, sitting up to press his penis against her body. Like this, it covered almost her whole torso and jutted against her jaw on the bottom. "That's kinda sexy."

"Whatever you want tonight," she whispered, "Mistress is sleeping. You can have me however you want... big brother."

It was a carefully chosen phrase, of course, but not one that was hard to figure out. That didn't stop it from having the desired effect. The young wizard over her growled, reached down and slapped her left breast. Not hard enough to hurt even a human, but enough to cause a ripple of stinging sensation along with a small spike in her own arousal. "Dirty slag," he told her, shifting his body down to kneel over her thighs instead, trapping her thin legs between his far more muscular, thicker ones. "You don't want Mum hearing you talking like that. She'd call you a scarlet woman."

"Mm.. for you I want to be," the Succubus said in a whisper, clearly enjoying their little game, "I can look like her too, if you want. I doubt she'll mind."

"No," he replied louder, "Tonight, I want you, Harry's Pet. You'll make me feel good anyway, won't you? And since I know you will, I'll make you feel good, too."

He stroked his erection against her tummy and between her tiny bee-stings a few times, then sank lower and lower until he was kneeling on the floor, then hiked her closer and dipped his head between Lilith's thighs. She was young and pristine-looking, although he knew full well a fair number of men had taken her like this, and who knew how many of her own kind before she'd been Summoned. He didn't care, though. It wasn't that he was shallow, that only the appearance of innocence mattered. No, it was almost the opposite. That knowing she was so experienced and that she still wanted him made him feel good about himself, too. The young teenager's body she currently wore was just a little bit of secret spice on a cake of debauchery that he would have asked for, but not known he wanted until late last year. Now, Ron didn't know what he would do without it.

He licked, running his long tongue up the tender folds, and then bringing his whole mouth in to suckle on the entire mound. Such was the size difference that the entire thing fit under his lips, which made him smile. God that's hot, he thought, as her hips shifted under his face, bringing even more of her to bear against his eager mouth, and she tastes so good.

Lilith reached down even as she started breathing faster to tug one of his arms up to her chest and held it there, giving him access to knead and pinch her rosy nipple. Ron did, he was an obliging sort these days he found, but it was hard to focus up there when his mouth was so occupied. She hadn't yet climaxed after a minute, but the Succubus did gasp, "More, Ron! I need big brother's dick in my slutty hole!"

Ron couldn't think of a better idea just then, so he stood up and hiked the girl's little legs onto his own waist, holding her in place before ordering, "Put it in then, slag. You want big brother's dick so bad, you better put it in, little brat."

"I don't just want it," Lilith whispered, eyes locked on his, "I need it!" But even looking at his face didn't stop her from wrapping her cool fingers around his shaft, pumping gently with one and guiding with the other as she pushed him down to slide along her moistened folds as he pulled back with his hips. As soon as his head cleared her pelvic bone, he was in position, lurching into place, his tip already pressing open the little, dripping folds.

"That's a good girl," he groaned, then held her body against him still while he hammered home just like he knew she loved. It felt so amazing! He'd been with her like this before of course, but back then, every time it was a bit of a turn-off to be shagging someone who looked so young, so unprepared. Now, more experienced and more free with his emotions, Ron took the experience for what it was: something unique and special. Not okay with normal people of course, but with the Succubus, who wanted to look young for him just as she did for Harry (because he wanted it), who wanted to be so tight, just like a girl that age would really be...

It was exquisite.

He didn't even go in all the way, afraid of hurting her at first, until he remembered Harry describing what it felt like to push his cock up into the Succubus' pseudo-womb, or what it felt like on Romilda, or even Lavender. "I'm going deeper," he declared, and shifted his grip on his partner to hold her shoulders as he leaned in and drove further inside.

He had never felt anything like it. Something like a skilled blowjob, lips gripping at him, holding him even tighter, with a reverse angle pushing up, but all while inside a delicious cunt. "Oh, fuck," he gasped, his eyes rolling back slightly.

"That's the idea, big brother,"Lilith groaned into his neck, and he felt her thin arms and legs circle him, holding him closer. "Fuck my slutty hole so deep, Ron!"

He could no longer hold back, could not resist the urge. Without further warning, he was humping wildly and rapidly, using the Succubus' body like he had with Pansy on the night she'd given herself to their little group, using her like the whore she wanted to act like, the sex-toy, the plaything, she actually was.

Even with pleasure and wild abandon such as he'd rarely felt coursing through him with his cock as its source, Ron had now born Lilith's first Rune-marks for half a year, and he was a long time reaching climax. Nearly an hour, in fact, leaving him exhausted but intensely satisfied when he pulled free to blast his load all over the girl who writhed beneath and against him. It was just too much suddenly as he came, she was too tight to remain inside as his sensitivity spiked. Yet he didn't mind, for watching her coated in his leavings reminded him of his very favorite thing.

"Leave it," he told her as she started to absorb his remnants, "I want to watch you like this for a second."

Slowly, one line dripped down Lilith's chin as more pooled between her little tits, and a few more long strings gathered in her navel and ran down between her legs. Slowly, daring still perhaps elevated by the 'new experiences' they had tried just a bit before, he reached down to smear his cum over Lilith's nipples, then leaned in to suckle one while he rubbed more into her cunt. Immediately he decided he wasn't really a fan, but the Succubus' moan as his lips closed on her flesh convinced him to stay, at least for a moment, and to give the other side some attention too before pulling away.

"Thank you, Ron," she whispered, violet eyes glinting in the dim light, "That was... wow. What did you think?"

He grimaced, smacking his lips, "Not gonna do it again, probably? I like licking you, of course, it's just... I don't like my flavor, you could say."

"I do," she whimpered, gathering up a dollop from between her lips with two fingers and letting it fall, string-like, into her mouth with relish. "I could eat it all day. So more for me, I guess."

"Right, I'll leave you to it then," he laughed, then sheathed his half-hard self in her body again, giving a few lazy pumps as the last bits of his cum eased out, "I'm heading to bed. Night, slut."

"Night, stud," she said with a giggle.

Theodore Nott, or just Nott to his friends, yanked on the enchanted rope he was pulling harder, and the fifth-year girl, dirty and looking half-starved, stumbled along as she hurried to obey, whimpering at the spike of pain that had shot through her with his anger. The rope was really a work of genius, he'd found recently. His emotions translated through it into the girl. Anger, frustration, hatred, they gave her pain. Happiness, satisfaction, joy, they gave her pleasure. It was crude, he thought, but a highly effective means of conditioning.

One he wanted to look into more, later. For now, they were busy. His Master had taught him well what he needed to do, but actually finding the drainage exit had been challenging in the forest at night, and had taken him several days. Days of hiding his captive in secret, feeding her scraps he could safely smuggle from the Great Hall, and all without letting it appear that anything was amiss. No, there was enough amiss in Slytherin House, he did not need to add to it.

Traitors, he thought, and the girl behind him whimpered again. They'll pay. I'll make them.

The tunnels were dark, dank, and smelled of rot and mold and worse. Obscured sometimes by dangling roots and weeds in the early stages, now they were beneath the Castle itself, he thought, for those had largely been left behind. Now the water was clearer, if foul still, by the light of his wand. It seemed painfully inadequate at times, but in the narrow passages did alright.

Narrow. As if calling his Master's former pet, who barely fit inside them thanks to her serpentine form, was 'narrow'. He had seen memories, thanks to his Master, of that great, noble beast. Destroyed by Potter. Ha!

He'd show the boy. Nott knew where true power lay, and knew how to take it. His Master had shown him the way, given him detailed instructions implanted in his very head with memory magics, how to begin undergoing the very same rituals he had once used to gain such great power. To separate himself, too, from his human weaknesses, he knew.

It wasn't hard to figure out how Voldemort had done it, not after watching from the Dark Lord's own eyes as he performed them, said the words.

Literally giving up something of the 'self' in return for more power. Sacrifice for gain.

Just like he would be doing with his captive in the near future, as soon as he found the proper place.

He was getting closer. He could feel it.

And there... light. Not much, a soft green that reminded him of the Slytherin Common Room, in fact. His wand-light dimmed to nothing without a word.

He had mastered silent casting over the summer, after all, at his Master's feet, for all he'd been taught by Yaxley.

"Silence," he whispered back to the girl, still leading her forward, "Make no sound, and watch where you step, cow."

She did not dare disobey, he knew. His wrath, since putting the rope around her neck, had been manifested more than once. Not quite the Cruciatus, he knew, but extremely painful all the same. He had also watched her body react as he felt almost unbidden gratitude for things she'd done well or right.

Just the night before, in fact, when the fifth-year had finally gotten him into her throat all the way, his climax had triggered one in her, too. She had been crying, sobbing at how hard he'd forced himself in, the days-old remains of her makeup streaking her face with tears as he had mounted her mouth cruelly, and she'd still orgasmed thanks to him.

Nott grinned to himself at the memory as the light slowly grew brighter and nearer.

What he saw nearly made her cum again, not that he cared. Someone had been busy. His Master's memory of this very chamber was one of filth and neglect.

The body of the snake he had heard was still there was gone, and in its place was a well-appointed living space.

Even a small kitchenette and closed-off loo, he realized after moving through it carefully. No one was present, though, as far as he could tell, and his spells revealed neither human nor elf.

"Perfect," he whispered, turning toward his captive as her body shook with pleasure in his joy. "That's it, whore... enjoy it. This place is great, perfect for what we need. So go ahead and climax all you want, little cunt. This will do nicely."

She fell to her knees in response to his possibly mad joy. Nott didn't care. He'd taken the girl on a whim, almost. He had found Malfoy's former captive and made use of her, then cut her to pieces while she screamed silently as punishment for Malfoy becoming distracted.

In fact, that was still the best blow-job he'd ever gotten. For now.

Once his captive was fully broken in, he suspected her addiction to pleasure would make her better at it. She would want to be as good as she could get, after all, to make her own pleasure that much greater. Soon enough.

He had a ritual to prepare.

Nott stuffed the end of the rope in his hand into his pants, making sure it touched his skin directly and would stay there before letting go. She would be too weak now, he knew, after days of captivity and not enough food or water to stay healthy, to escape. But he didn't want to take chances, and the magic would let go if the rope lost contact with him. Nor could he put it around himself, for that would make him a captive, as well. His Master had made that very clear. Touch it, but do not let it circle you.

He could handle that. Just like he could handle this task.

"Open your mouth, cunt," he ordered, stepping toward the girl, who hesitated only the briefest of moments. He shoved in, not bothering to touch her otherwise, and let her go to work on him while he focused on setting up the circle he would need for the first ritual. True, it might have been a little distracting, but his Master had assured him that if he were careful, he could climax as much as he wanted in the doing so. It would only make the final effect that much stronger.

After all, if his mere joy at finding this place made the girl orgasm, what would his own climax do? They knew, now, it would send her into paroxysms of pleasure that would last several minutes.

She had little will to resist, not anymore.

In fact, Nott suspected that Vicky Frobisher only had two desires anymore. Avoid his anger and pain, and give him pleasure, thus causing her own to skyrocket.

She could still think and converse of course. There was no undoing that. She simply didn't care to, unless doing so would avoid the first or grant the second of those desires.

In other words, she was well-conditioned for what he needed her for.

Obedience.

He grinned as the markings in the floor began to take shape under his wand, and pulled her head further onto him. It was a pity in some ways he couldn't take her virginity. He knew she was, for he'd checked. But that could wait. Just a few more days, on the solstice, in fact. A week before Yule this year.

The perfect time to consummate his new relationship with what would soon be the perfect slave, and to begin his march toward becoming the Dark Lord's most powerful follower.

And perhaps, if he did not go mad in the process, one day... his equal.

The very idea kept him from orgasming, because just thinking it sent Vicky into a seizure of pleasure so that she fell onto the flagstones, twitching and clawing at her cunt through her filthy clothes. He snorted, "Useless," and the pain, while no doubt intense as he'd been getting close, was not enough to override her climax.

It was a thrilling thought, that he had such control over her based on his whim, the slightest of moods.

It had taken some work of course, and he had to craft the rope himself with his Master's instruction, but it was well worth it.

With it, anyone could be made his willing slave in a week or so, he suspected. Anyone.

Even Greengrass, for all she seemed to prefer the company of witches.

But no... not for long. Soon, she would only prefer his company. He would make sure of it. Maybe Frobisher, who was attractive enough for a younger girl he supposed, could stay to make her happy at night. But that half-blood Greengrass was rumored to be shagging had to go. At least Frobisher was a pure-blood, he was told.

"I didn't tell you to stop sucking me," he said calmly after a few more seconds to relish the thoughts running through his head, and even more climaxes were not enough to keep her from getting back to work. His own work resumed the moment she took him in her mouth again.

It wouldn't be long now. In more ways than one.

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