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Chap. 58: Greener Grass

Daphne's own bemused expression as she turned back to look at him made Harry shrug, "Don't ask me. She's... I don't get it, either. So, er... did you still want...?"

The taller girl's eyes rolled as she caught him looking down at her body through the nightshirt, but she turned into a more provocative stance, "Why? Are you unable to resist, seeing me dressed like this? Unlike Tracey, I find it too cold to sleep in nothing at all. And entirely improper."

Harry shrugged, "To each their own, but no. I just remember you saying you wanted some, er, one on one time."

Daphne gave him a measured look, her eyes darker and more mysterious in the low candlelight she had been using, as if the azure they had in brighter surroundings had turned almost violet, or even darker. Then she nodded, "In your room, I suppose. Let's not disturb her."

"Alright," he agreed, turning and leading the way.

The door shut behind her, and his after that, before he heard the pureblood girl ask, "You truly have no shame, do you?"

Harry smirked, turned, and gave her what he hoped was a confident grin. "Why should I? And what are you asking about? Me bringing your girlfriend to your room smelling of my seed, or asking if you wanted to be next, or the toys in this room?"

"I was actually referring to your nakedness walking around," Daphne said with a sniff, her eyes looking toward the pillory before moving to the other, larger furnishings, "Have you... used all of this?"

Harry shook his head, "No, not most of the smaller toys. We, not just I, have tried out the swing here, the sawhorse, the pillory, and the X-frame. Of course the couch and bed have gotten a lot of use, too."

Daphne seemed almost fascinated by them, and rather than go toward either the bed or couch as he had thought she would, she moved around the room, examining each item thoroughly, including the dildos, straps, whips, and shackles on the shelves and racks against the far wall. Then she went back to the pillory, and gestured, "This has magic on it. More than containment. I can feel it."

Harry's eyebrows rose, "You can feel magic? Hermione can see it, it's pretty cool, but I don't know how that works."

The blonde's eyebrows rose, "Granger? That is... impressive. Most talents like that- and make no mistake, they are talents- come about through long magical lineage. I can... feel the tingle along my skin. The... the vibration, the heat or coolness of it, tell me that it is... sensory? But that is only a guess, I've never felt anything like it."

Harry nodded, "That makes sense. The- the two people we've had on it seemed to have a very heightened sense of pleasure."

"Hm. And the... never mind. I am not sure I want to know."

"The sawhorse," Harry told her anyway, "I haven't any idea. We've only used that for one person, and she was... a special case."

Daphne's raised eyebrow told Harry that the matter was not dropped, that she would hear the story eventually, but she turned away from it and back toward the couch. She trailed one finger along the back of it as she circled the furniture, still present months after he had re-conjured it. "You... the group of you watch while others are intimate?"

Harry shrugged, "Is that so weird? You all watched Tracey lose her virginity."

Daphne sighed, looking a little lost and tired herself as she finished rounding the couch and sat down on it on the right end, near the headboard of the bed. Her left leg was twisted beneath her. It was the least lady-like pose he'd ever seen her take, outside of sexual activity, but he pushed aside the view it gave him between her legs to join her. Lilith's mention of how people took height differences as a sign of power still rang a little hollow to him, but he didn't want to make Daphne uncomfortable. She was already out of sorts, even if he couldn't figure out why. Aside from the obvious, anyway. "But yes," he said after a few seconds of silence, "It can be fun. We don't always just do it in front of other people, but after a while the... the inhibitions sort of fall away. As you get used to it, you realize there's no need to be worried about what others think so much. They've already seen you doing it anyway, so... what more harm is there?"

"You have seen... Weasley and Granger? And they have seen you and the... younger Weasley?"

Harry nodded. "Not even a month after we- after the library last year- Ron, Hermione, and I, and Lilith after that, decided we would just be in an open relationship... with each other. Ron's not my boyfriend, but Hermione is both of our girlfriend, and Ginny is mine. Lilith...well, being a Succubus, she's basically shared around, because that's what she wants. Hannah Abbot in Hufflepuff is Neville Longbottom's girlfriend, and that's the... main group, I suppose. There are others who have participated in some of our rituals that I mentioned. Two others have Runes from the first ritual."

"May I ask who?"

Harry grinned at the polite question. Daphne seemed to be insatiably curious, almost like Hermione, but tried to hide much of it behind a layer of genteel conservatism that reminded him almost of the antebellum south in the 'States. At least, as it was depicted on the Dursley's telly. "You can ask, but I can't say. Their business, after all. Just like I can't say who it was that used the toys over there."

Daphne nodded once, as if expecting that answer, then looked over at the bed. "I will assume the same level of discretion will continue to be applied, then."

"We've been over this," he reminded her, "I don't shag and tell. Well, within reason. The core group knows most all my secrets. You weren't shy about telling them you wanted alone time. They can figure it out."

Daphne sighed, then nodded. She was, he just noticed, carefully avoiding looking at him. "I-"

She was interrupted by a soft knock on the door, a moment before Lilith walked in. Daphne blushed scarlet at seeing the Succubus for the first time, since she had been invisible when dropping off Tracey's clothes. "Master, I've just told Tracey in a dream what I was going to tell them before. About me, some of the things I can do. Would you like me to tell Daphne now? Or do you just want to get on with the fuckin'?"

"The- the fu- oh my," Daphne murmured, her eyes widening in further shock as the Succubus walked around the couch as shamelessly as Harry had.

His own eyes moved back and forth between them, reminded not for the first time how similar Tracey's figure was to the Succubus' like this. "She's sexy, isn't she," he asked.

Daphne spluttered, coughed, and then turned away from the rosette to stare at the bed. Or she would have been, if her eyes weren't tightly shut.

"You can look, Master and I don't mind," the Succubus said with a little giggle, "in fact, I like it. Master likes the little ones, too. This form is for him, after all. When I first got Summoned, before I even took shape, I read him. I knew exactly how he most wanted me... like this."

Still blushing at the teasing tone, even though Harry knew full well she was serious, the blonde eventually did open her eyes and let herself take in the Succubus' body. Lilith even gave her a little pose, mirroring what Daphne had done to Harry earlier, turning half-way to the side and pushing her rear out. Only this time, once she was done, she grew larger, nearly doubling in height, as her scaly carapace, horns, wings, and tail grew out. When she spoke again, Lilith's voice was also a little huskier, deeper, "This is my normal, actual appearance, but I normally look like what you just saw when Master is around. Just to prove to you that I am, in fact, what I am."

Daphne nodded, her mouth open and eyes staring unflinchingly at the statuesque, alien, yet gorgeously alluring figure of femininity. Which vanished quickly, replaced by Lyra, still starkers, "Of course this is how I've looked this year," and then down to her usual small self. "But again, Master, and you, like this form the best, so I'll stay here for now. Let me explain a few things about what I can do..."

For about ten minutes more, the Succubus cock-blocked Harry by giving the Slytherin a brief run-down of the first Rune-set's capabilities, and how she customized it for each person to highlight their desires, and how it bonded those who received it to her Master, and therefore to her. Daphne had more questions about the second Rune-sets, though.

"Wait, so you're saying we would... what, become part-Succubus?"

"No," Harry answered, having heard the same explanation before, "I sort of am, being the Contractor, but no, you just get a powerful bit of her Essence. Remember, for all she has a physical body she's not a physical creature in the usual sense. She is a creature of spirit. That's more what she gives us, I think, mixed in with our own Essence, through our fluids."

"Yes, very succinct, Master," Lilith said with a nod and smile. "Of course, neither you nor your girl need to get those Runes. Even the first set aren't necessary, but Master is offering them both if you want them. Of course, getting both requires... certain oaths of loyalty, enforced by the Runes themselves. Not that he doubts you. Nor I, for that matter. It is just the way things are."

"You want to Mark us," Daphne whispered, her eyes wide in sudden worry as she stared at Harry, "Just like... we'd be trading the Dark Mark for... whatever you call yours."

"I suppose you could look at it like that," Harry murmured, "but no. There's nothing visible, for one thing, and I can't control you or make you hurt through it, can't summon you. The only real similarity is that it would... let you into the 'inner circle', I suppose. But there's a cost to that, too."

"I'm going to go feed, Master," Lilith said, shifting back into Lyra and growing her 'uniform' back as she did so, giving his shoulder a quick squeeze as she passed. "Oh, and Daphne... when you want a romp with me, just say so, hmm? Any form you want... you could even have two Traceys at once, if she's up for that."

A few seconds after she was gone, Daphne asked, almost whispering in her anxiety over it, "What... what other costs?"

Harry knew that this was going to be a make-or-break moment for her, at least as far as the second set of Runes went. He thought that between him, Tracey, Hermione, and Ginny, and maybe Pansy or Lavender, they could apply the first set adequately for the pair of lesbians. But the second set... "We can probably manage the first set with me being the only male. I assume, and tell me if I'm wrong, that you're both okay with that. The second set... it requires more. It's more stringent. You can still have mostly females, but... everyone else who has gotten that set has... not given up their preferences. I still won't shag Ron, and he me, and so on. But we've... lost almost all the rest of our hang-ups. It's not a cost really, but it's... further. A lot further. We... we share around amongst ourselves a lot."

He didn't want to just tell her the Weasleys were now giving each other oral sex. That might turn off someone new to the whole thing. He also didn't want to tell her, yet, that he could change form, or that Ginny could become so invisible that no one but he or Lilith could see her. Or whatever Ron's power had become. But she had to know there were... consequences.

"So... you are saying that if Tracey, or I, got those more powerful Runes put on in the second Ritual, we would... have to be with... other men?"

Harry shrugged, "No, I don't think so. Again, it doesn't override your preferences. At least it hasn't in us so far. Lilith says it doesn't, and she's never, not once, lied to me. I don't think she can. Lying to others is easy enough, but not to me. You might want to more. I don't know. You might think about it a bit more. But... for the girls...? That's probably a given. You would be sharing yourself, almost certainly, with Ginny, most likely also Hermione, and... the other two with Runes, plus Hannah. Hannah is pretty straight, but she's learned to enjoy having her pussy licked by just about anyone who'll do it. She goes down pretty well too, from what I've heard. But Ginny is the champ at that."

Daphne's one eyebrow rose again, "Your own girlfriend prefers women?"

"No," Harry laughed, "Ginny... is a special case. She literally likes any sort of pleasure, whether giving or receiving it. She can be a top, or bottom, or be with a male or female, or both. It doesn't matter to her, as long as she's making them feel good, and they make her feel good. But as far as her talent, I can tell you she really is the best, aside from Lilith."

Daphne almost snorted, "And how would you know? You've only their word to go on."

Harry grinned, "Get the second Rune-set and I'll tell you how I know. I've been told I'm pretty good too, but obviously, I can't compare."

Daphne sniffed again. The only time he'd ever put his mouth on her nethers was in the library, when he had no experience and no training. "Adequate, at best. The last time- the first time- I could tell you'd never done it before. I simply didn't care. I was about to explode anyway."

Harry felt a shiver go down his spine. "Er... I have to apologize for that again," he whispered, realizing another make-or-break moment had come. This one might be even worse. The consequences, at least for her and Tracey, could literally be lethal. But he couldn't not tell her. "You... I should tell you... I... well, Lilith, before we did that in the Library? She, uh... dosed you with something. It's one of her powers. Fog of Lust. It can only take existing feelings and magnify them, but... I have to think you might not have, er, been so willing if she hadn't..."

Daphne looked at him, her expression neutral and guarded, for a long time after that. She didn't say anything, didn't move a muscle aside from to blink and breathe.

The entire time, Harry wondered if that was a bridge to far. If telling her the truth had ruined any possibility of them having even a cordial relationship, much less continuing with her own contract, or she and Tracey staying with them at all.

"That explains a fair amount," she murmured, "but I was not lying when I said you were the only male I'd ever fantasized about then. I... for a first time, it was... unusual, but not regrettable. Thank you for telling me, you didn't have to."

"I feel like I did," Harry told her sincerely, "and I regret not doing so sooner."

"If you had," Daphne told him, her eyes suddenly piercing, though he didn't think she was angry, "I would have been most furious. Even before the- the second time, in your old bedroom. But now... after hearing all of this... I suppose if I had been in the same situation... a virgin, fifteen, desperate, and unable even to be with a Succubus I'd summoned until I lost that virginity? Well... it makes sense, at least. So... I suppose that I forgive you. Don't do it again."

"Never," he shook his head, "Not unless you- you ask me to, or something."

Daphne nodded after a few seconds. Then, "For the record, Potter, I am glad you've learned self-control since then. I'm actually impressed. I'm aware you were... with Tracey not that long ago, but I was under the impression you would've ravaged me by now."

"Ravage?" he chuckled, glad at the topic change into something more comfortable. And odd, wasn't it, that sex was suddenly the more comfortable topic. It was now familiar territory.

"Yes, ravage. I meant what I said."

"Do you want to be ravaged?"

She shook her head, rolling her eyes, "The Library was, again, adequate. With Tracey and you in your room was better. But no, I think tonight I would not."

"Do you want me to make love to you?" The question was softer, more even, and Harry watched carefully for any sign she might make in her body language or expression.

Daphne actually flinched, the first time he'd seen her do so in... maybe ever. "I... would not. I do not love you, Potter, and I highly doubt you love me. But yes, I would... like more practice. You are large enough to hurt, and I do not often have things... in me, that allow me to stretch that particular area. Tracey is the one who prefers those."

Makes sense, given how easily she handles me, Harry thought, then nodded. "Alright. Well... as you prefer women in general, I was mostly asking if you wanted some extended foreplay before we get to it. But if you prefer the ravaging, we can do that instead."

Daphne blinked, turned a little pink, then shifted a little on the couch. "The foreplay, I think. I am not sure about 'extended'. I am tired as well. As much as I would like to climax tonight, sleep does beckon. But please, by all means, show me what you've learned, Potter."

"I'm confident in my skills," he told her gently as he shifted so that he was lying on the couch face-down, propped up on his elbows. His eyes were level with the bottom of Daphne's chest, where the tiniest bit of sag was visible on her otherwise large, firm breasts. She was, he knew, one of the more well-endowed girls in their year, probably the school, with large D-cups that held themselves up with a surprising firmness, capped with soft pink areolae and nipples that just begged to be suckled. But Harry did not start there. In fact, he didn't even remain in that position long before changing his mind. Instead, he sat back up and reached down to pull the leg on the floor up to his lap, and turned his attention to kneading her feet.

At once, Daphne sighed, then took a long, shuddering inhale and another slow exhalation. "I... I had not expected this," she whispered, letting her eyes drift closed.

"Should I stop?"

"Never," was the immediate reply, though she blushed again to admit it.

"I'll have to eventually," Harry shot back reasonably, "but you seem like the kind of woman who gets tense in all sorts of places. I've been told I'm decent at this, if you ever want another."

"Mm..."

She didn't say anything else as Harry rubbed her foot until the tenderness and ache she hadn't known was present was gone, then let the foot return to the now shockingly-cool but not quite cold floor, and lifted her body enough to present her other one. He chuckled as he went back to work, and rolled her eyes without opening them when the young man murmured, "I can see up your nightdress, you know."

"You've been ogling me for an hour anyway," she returned, "I hardly see the difference now."

"Fair enough. You're beautiful."

"I am aware, thank you," she replied softly. Didn't he have any idea how many people had told her that over the years? How much money her clothing cost, the effort of her parents and family over generations to provide for her the means to present herself as, well, what she was? The high-born daughter of a Noble and Ancient House? How much time it took her, personally, to properly apply makeup, to charm her hair to lie just so, and...

And...

My makeup is off. I am not really wearing anything at all, and my charms wore off two hours ago. I... I must be hideous!

Daphne's eyes opened in horror. She could not, would not, be with anyone like this. Only Tracey, her most trusted and closest confidant, the one she wanted to share her entire life with, could see her like this, looking... looking like a plebian. But Harry was not looking at her at all. Or rather, her face, her body. He was intent on her foot, where his hands still moved gently but surely, kneading away tension and pain.

He can't even stand to look at me, she heard her mind say. I must be such a fright. No wonder he wanted to do foreplay, he must- he must be trying to convince himself...

Her heart fluttered in her chest with a strange potion of anxious fear and worry as Harry eventually let his hands still a moment before sliding up her long calf, his eyes following the curve of her legs and higher, taking in every detail of her without... without...

A quick glance told her he was quite aroused, for his member was tumescent, nearly purple and throbbing just past her foot. She could just bend her ankle and touch it, it was so close, and it radiated heat against her skin even with an inch or so separating them. But it was Harry's eyes, when she caught them, that captivated her.

They did not show revulsion and horror, or disgust.

In fact, were she not devoted to a woman, Daphne felt that, in that moment, she might've fallen for him. For Harry looked at her the same way Tracey did. Affection and desire warred with the frustration both must have felt at her 'pure-blooded ways', the way she was brought up to speak and act. Tracey, of course, was well used to it. They had been friends nearly their entire lives, and the Davis family as a whole were doing their best, in the next generation, to officially be considered 'full-blooded'. That is, if the father of Tracey's children and the mother of her older brother, Samuel's, were wizard-folk of at least half-blood status. Sam, she knew, had courted her once, before she was old enough to understand, when he had been fifteen or so.

Fortunately, their parents had shown him a better way, because Daphne could not stand his overbearing attitude toward women. Their society had been largely gender-neutral for generations, as magic was a true equalizer, but some still thought that because he was a man, he was better. Sam was among that group himself, and she pitied his future wife. Gretta, or something. She didn't know or care, really.

But the way Harry looked at her, as if she were a goddess made flesh...

It made Daphne's skin tingle in a familiar way, one she had not felt for a man since that time in the library, when, she knew now, she had been dosed up with what may as well have been a love potion. She wanted him. She'd made love, or at least had relations with, Harry between then of course, shortly after the school term had begun. That was pleasant enough, but she hadn't... hadn't really wanted it. Acquiesced, taken part, yes. But it was Tracey that wanted him more, at least it had seemed that way, for she had been more eager, and was the one who had convinced Daphne that it might be easier and better to get used to being with a man before they were expected to perform their duties to their families.

She had agreed, if only because Potter knew what he was doing (she suspected, anyway, after the many rumors she had heard), and had treated Tracey well on the train despite the strangeness of the situation. She wanted her lover to have at least one good experience with a man before... well, she either became a slag for a year or two, or was given away to her future husband. That line of thinking changed Daphne's mood almost completely, but did not erase the arousal Harry was causing in her. "Tracey will sleep with anyone, until her betrothal is canceled," she blurted out, "Including your- your male friends."

Harry blinked, his hands currently beneath her thighs, where they worked to knead away a bit of tension there, too. One of her legs was behind him, the other again draped across his lap as he scooted closer.

Part of her dreaded what would happen when he finished with her legs, the other part was, she suspected, literally dripping with anticipation. It was a strange thing, to realize a man had not only turned her on, but made her desperate with need for him, and all without a Succubus' help. She thought so, anyway. There hadn't been the sudden increase in arousal, but a more gentle, slower burn as more of her was ignited under the flames of passion. "I... "

"You don't have to," he reminded her, looking up at her eyes for the first time in a few tender minutes, "It's just an option. I still think it's crazy, what she's trying to do, but if you all think it's best, then we will help... sully her reputation, I suppose. But you and she are different. I know you want to support her, but you don't have to do the same thing as her to do that, unless you want to. For that matter... I feel like I want to be the one to 'sully her reputation' myself. Tell her she doesn't need to be with the others, either, unless she wants to. If her parents press the matter, she'll still be under my protection. Just in a new way."

Daphne nodded again, watching as his hands roamed higher, a scant few centimeters at a time at most, and continued to circle her legs, working the inside, the out, front and back, until she had to scoot forward and lean back on the arm of the couch. Then she threw her left leg over the back, finally opening herself wide for him.

But Harry only smirked once more in that devilishly disarming way he had, then framed her dripping sex with his hands, and took a long inhalation. "Gods, you smell so good," he whispered, and leaned in to press a kiss, just one, a little above her slit. "But this will wait. I know you're tired, but you still seem tense. What's really bothering you? If you don't mind me asking, of course."

Daphne debated answering for a few seconds, but Harry's hands were now moving on the outside of her hips, framing her legs, the tips of his fingers pressing in strangely, and dragging with them more anxiety and fear as they withdrew. "Three things," she eventually whispered. "Our safety, because Slytherin and therefore the Dark Lord definitely know we are acting against him after today. What- what might become of me if I do decide to... take your servant up on her offer. What that will mean, for me in particular. Tracey... I expect Tracey will not mind so much. She has known this might be a possibility for some time. I worry that I might lose her, that she will... find another. And I suppose four."

"What's the last one," Harry prompted, looking up at her again as his hands moved to her sides. Not tickling, which she was glad for. She did not want that weakness known, especially to him.

"That... that I will... grow accustomed to being looked at the way you are looking at me."

Harry's eyebrows rose together in surprise. "What? How's that? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarras-"

"No," she said with a little giggle, and reached to take hold of his wrists, pulling him without resistance until he was over her, then releasing him. "I mean with... desire, but... not like... a thing to be had. I've changed my mind. Make love to me, Potter. Show me how you feel... more deeply."

His head cocked in a way that reminded her of Granger as she struggled with some advanced Arithmancy formula in their N.E.W.T. classes for a moment, then he grinned. "Oh, I see. Alright, Greengrass. I suppose the foreplay can be put on hold."

But Harry didn't press himself into her, as much as Daphne was aching for it (and so odd that, in itself). Instead, he reached up to curl one hand into her smooth, silky locks and leaned down to put his forehead against hers, while the other moved up her side a little higher to cup the outside of one of her breasts. "You really are gorgeous," he whispered, lips brushing oh-so-faintly against hers, as if teasing her, "and I love seeing you so disarmed."

"What? I'm not-"

As he moved lower and kissed the top of her right breast, then the left, and then the very top of the valley between them, Harry's eyes did not leave hers. She was distracted from the realization that she was, in fact, helpless. Her wand was in the other room. But she did not care. She just wanted him to keep doing that, to keep kissing her flesh.

Making her feel wanted, not just desired.

As his lips, drier and rougher than Tracey's but stronger and thicker, too, circled her left nipple and pulled it into his mouth, she sighed once more and allowed herself to relax into the cushions. It did not matter that she could not fight him off, she did not want to.

It did not matter that she was a lesbian, his tongue and lips and hands still touched her delightfully.

It did not even matter that his member was long and huge and throbbing. She wanted it inside her anyway.

She let him revel in her body for a few more seconds as her the fire in her abdomen continued to stoke, before Daphne pushed down on his head, "Lower, Potter," she whispered.

"Yes, m'lady," he teased back, but left her breasts, which already ached and burned at his touch, only to replace them with his hands as he returned to laying on the couch between her legs, and lowered his head to her slit. "Your cunt is delicious."

"Don't- don't say that," Daphne whispered, embarrassed.

"Why not?"

He returned to licking her folds slowly, still mostly teasing her as much as she wanted him to dive in and eat her out with gusto like he had the first time, while she contemplated exactly what she had meant. There were several things, really, but a few stood out more prominently. "I am a lady, we do not have c- cunts. We have..."

But every word that came to mind was just as dirty, just as inappropriate.

"I love your pussy," he teased again, licking it a little faster, and then pulling a hand from her teat to run one fingertip through her folds opposite his mouth. "Your flower is opening its petals for me, Daphne... your Cherry Blossom is about to bloom."

"Ch- Cherry blossom?"

He shrugged, actually blushing himself as he looked at her, tearing his eyes away from hers for the first time in several minutes. It was strangely intoxicating to see him looking up at her through the valley of her chest and from between her legs, but it was even more maddening to see him staring there, at her most intimate places, with avid attention. "You taste like cherries, or cordial. And it's a flower. Sorry, that was dumb, I-"

"My cherry blossom it is," Daphne declared, smiling widely. The image was childish, even ludicrous, but it was also poetic, and she did love to see the little pink blooms... therefore, as childish as the image was, the imagery itself was also fitting. "You can eat my cherry- er, blossom- all you want, Harry."

Perhaps it was the first name. Perhaps it was her acceptance of a nickname he had come up with on the spot, and regretted immediately. But Harry could only smile, still with his face burning to match the heat radiating from her core, and lean down again.

This time, he sucked her clit into his mouth just as he had with her nipples, and lashed his tongue across it slowly, then faster and faster until it was blurring inside his mouth. Two fingers, then a third, delved into Daphne's folds, curling up against her. It was not exactly foreplay, not anymore. Now he was fucking her with his fingers, ravaging her clit to use her own phrase, with the express intention of making her climax around him.

It was a little strange to almost skip the medium intensity he usually did as a girl warmed up, but something about her taking that nickname for her precious flesh had driven him wild. But Harry still wanted to do this for her, to show her that he could perform at least 'adequately' by her own probably rather high standards.

And stroking her g-spot while trying to suck and lick her clitoris from her body with his mouth appeared to be enough, for in under thirty seconds Daphne was humping his face, gasping desperately, her fists both curling against his scalp, unable even to grasp his shaggy hair. "H- Ha- ha-Haarrryyyy!"

She didn't quite gush, but Harry still felt a few splatters of her fluids against his chin and nose as he kept going for a few more seconds, then slowed to let her orgasm come down gently. Once she was lying on the sofa again, Daphne immediately reached down to yank his hand from her crotch and bring it to her face, where two of his fingers entered her mouth. She smiled and hummed around his fingers, suckling them as she might a cock (if he dared do that with her), and running her tongue around and between them. After she let go, perhaps another minute in, Daphne gave him his hand back, "I hadn't placed it before, but you're right Potter. I definitely taste of cherries. Delicious."

"I could eat your cum for hours," he told her, licking his juice-covered lips and pulling the other still-slick finger into his own mouth as the other hand moved to cup her sex, pushing against the whole thing lightly and moving it in little circles.

Her blue eyes brightened with amusement, "You don't have to keep up the foreplay, you know, Potter. You can just put it in."

"But I want to," he shot back, "I love watching you squirm."

"Oh?" The suddenly coy look she gave him might have warned Harry that he was opening a can of worms too many, but he did not catch it at the time. "Well, suffice it to say, I am pleased with your improvement. You can do that more often. If- if your girls are half as good as you, I'll permit them as well. Weasley, Longbottom... we'll see. At least that. I do love having someone between my legs, and I suppose I don't have to be picky about whom."

"I'm glad to hear it," he chuckled, "Because I'll be happy to go down on you again."

"Speaking of," she whispered, glancing down his body, "I... can we hold off on the, er, more traditional sex... a little longer? I'm curious, you see..."

"A trait I'd not have expected of you," Harry teased, grinning, "but what about?"

"I've never... well... being, well, the way I am, I... I've never wanted to, um..."

Her sudden shyness even after climaxing wildly on his face made Harry smile again as he rose to his knees, his member shaking in the air a bit. "What, this?"

Daphne nodded, strangely shy.

"I'll allow it," he told her, "how would you prefer?"

She shrugged, "I... I've never touched one before. Like... that, I mean. Obviously we've..."

Harry realized it was true. They'd had intercourse twice now, and he'd eaten her out twice as well (he had not in his previous room, that was Tracey's job), but she had never just... explored him. "Ah, let's try this, then. You can do as you please until you're satisfied."

He switched positions, leaving his own right leg along the back of the couch cushions but straight out over the seat, not hitched up, put the other foot on the floor next to hers, and leaned back, using his arms to hold up his head to watch.

Daphne hiccupped slightly as he moved, her pussy and legs still glistening with his saliva and her climax, but she reached out to touch his tip with a single finger, then jerked it back the moment they made contact. "I can feel its heat," she whispered, eyes wide with amazement as he bobbed, almost straight into the air, "but I always forget how hot it is to the touch."

"Like you," he replied, eyes moving down to between her own legs. "Both boys and girls get hot when aroused, it's the extra blood flow I think."

"Ah," she whispered, "that would make sense. May I...?"

"You can do as you wish," he reminded her, "just remember that testicles are... easily damaged."

Daphne's eyes moved down his shaft slowly, taking it in without touching him, until they reached his base. He was nearly a foot long now, monstrously, even ridiculously huge, but she didn't seem intimidated, even with his almost inch-and-a-half diameter. Instead, she only stared and traced the details of the veins, of the ridges and folds, magnified with his size, moving up and down it a few times with her eyes before reaching out and touching it again. With a few fingertips this time, cool but tender, she explored the differences in texture between his cap and the shaft, the line of discoloration Harry knew was caused by his circumcision as a baby, faint though it was, and then the softer, more malleable flesh that covered his testes, even lifting his scrotum a bit to look beneath it with sheer curiosity, and rolling them around in her palm.

The entire experience, to Harry, was exquisite, yet Daphne didn't seem to enjoy it more than on an intellectual level. Suppose I shouldn't be surprised, he thought to himself.

Then she wrapped both hands around his base, covering him more fully than Tracey ever could like this, and slid her hands up. Without trying, she had reached the perfect level of pressure, tugging on the skin just a little but mostly sliding over it until she reached the top, and then back down.

Harry groaned without meaning to, his eyes shaking a bit as someone, anyone, finally relieved some of the pressure that had been building in him since before he had even picked Tracey up off the bed a few feet away. "Gods, Daphne... that feels really- really good."

"One day, perhaps I'll show you I have more skills than you might expect," she told him softly, "but I have one more... thing... to..."

She licked his cap then, surprising Harry as he hadn't felt her move, and pulled it into her mouth, running her tongue around it twice in an anti-clockwise motion. "Oh, shit," he gasped, unwittingly pumping up into her mouth a little.

But Daphne didn't back away. Instead she moved with him, her hands helping to guide her as she suckled a bit more. His own eyes opened to find her nearly cross-eyed as she looked down his shaft at the base of him, where her hands still circled, and made another pass with her tongue, then delved it just a little into the slit at the tip before letting him go, leaving Harry panting. "Gods, I did not expect that," he chuckled.

Daphne blushed, lifting a hand to her lips and running a fingertip around her mouth in turn while she looked away, slightly abashed, "Nor did I. I... it was not... as bad as I had expected. You taste like, well, yourself and... Tracey, I suppose."

Harry nodded. The two women might be lovers, but he still thought it bad form to remind her that he'd just had sex with the smaller girl, and given her a humongous creampie to finish it.

He was just as surprised as Daphne leaned in again, sucking him back into her mouth, and then bobbing a few times. She got a lot further than Tracey could, but still balked at the touch of his cock against the back of her throat, coughing twice as she recoiled. "You don't have to do that," he reminded her gently, actually concerned for her.

"I... did... did Tracey?"

He nodded slowly, "Just the head. I... I might have cheated, she seemed to want to taste it, but couldn't get... enough in."

Daphne nodded contemplatively, then looked up at him while her hands moved to stroke his shaft again slowly, "One day I'll try again. I... I should like to have that experience at least once, even if... even if it's distasteful. But for now, I believe we have waited long enough."

Harry grinned. "As you wish, my lady."

But Daphne did not climb atop him. He knew she preferred being on top in general, she had said as much while mounting him the last time they'd been intimate.

This time, Daphne turned, rising to her knees and putting her elbows over the back of the couch. "Ravage me, Potter," she whispered, her face burning.

He grinned again. Now this, this was what he was talking about. He loved, very much, the slow tender love-making they'd been doing so far, but a part of him had known Daphne liked to be taken sometimes, too. Maybe it was a holdover from when they had claimed each other's virginities, but seeing her like this, presenting her body to him to be mounted like an animal...

"My lady," he said one more time with a nod as he hastily rose then took up a position standing behind her. He reached down to slide his tip over her lips, moistening it with her fluids, and shrunk himself three full inches, though he kept the width for the time being. He didn't want to hurt her, and this was about what he'd been at the first time as far as length went. Maybe a little longer, sure, but not enough to hurt, he expected.

With his hands on her hips, Harry eased in despite agreeing to her command, letting her stretch to accommodate him. Like with Tracey before, being inside Daphne was even more welcoming than before, more home than it had been. He moved gently until he was seated fully inside her, her rump pressed up against his legs and abdomen. Then he leaned over her, wrapping a hand around her chest to squash one breast and grab at the other almost tenderly. The other hand ran up her spine, making her shiver against him, to lightly circle her neck at the collar. "Ravage you, my lady," he repeated, "I think I shall. You want it, don't you?"

He was nearly at her cervix, he could tell now by how her lovely channel narrowed and twisted in her body, which meant his length was perfect for this. He would just be nudging it as he pushed in fully once they picked up speed. Enough to bring her more pleasure, he knew, but not any pain.

"I want you to fuck me, Potter," Daphne whimpered, her voice high and almost shrill, but not very loud. "Please, fuck me. Use me to cum... use me like Tracey!"

"You belong to me," he told her, "not as my Concubine, though you're that too. You are my lover, like you are Tracey's. Isn't that right?"

For a long moment, Daphne gasped and panted even though he wasn't moving in her, then nodded, "Yes," she whimpered again, "I am yours."

"Okay. One ravaging, coming up."

She was apparently already pent up, for Daphne climaxed around Harry within a few seconds of the first thrust, but he couldn't blame her. He was already twelve in, doing three or four a second as he slapped his body against her arse, trying to pulse his cock with his P-T muscles so that it throbbed at the bottom of each pump. He was reminded again of her desperation for more in the Library, and for a few minutes as he hammered into her body again and again, Harry contemplated the differences in her and her girlfriend. Tracey was quiet, reserved, and soft-spoken, but more than capable of speaking her mind in straight-talk most of the time. In bed, she said very little, but was still quite open and honest. Instead, she expressed herself through body language and expressions.

Daphne, in sharp contrast to both her normal affect and her girlfriend, moved like... well, a wanton harlot. She drove herself against him in equal measure, gasping and moaning his name, along with more. 'More', in fact, was a word she said a lot. "Harry! Harry, give me- give me more! More, I need more of you!"

Experience gained from Lavender, from Pansy, from even Ginny and Hermione, but mostly from Lyra, told Harry that it would be okay to do what he did next. His hand moved from Daphne's throat to her hair, pulling her head back so that her body, gorgeous and fit like a dancer's, bent into a moon, then leaned down to kiss her passionately, upside-down.

Like with Tracey before her, the kiss, even heated and dazzling as it was, changed something between them. When Harry pulled away, Daphne's eyes were open, staring up at him. "You kissed me," she panted between thrusts, which had slowed as he distracted himself, "you- you kissed me."

"I wanted to," he said back, then suddenly nervous despite still moving within and behind her, "I- I hope that's okay."

"Again," she moaned, trying to twist herself further toward him, but that was all her spine would allow. Harry obliged, leaning down again. This time, their tongues met outside, dancing and twirling in the open air, before their mouths crashed together as harshly as their bodies. This time, when he pulled away, she was smiling, eyes half-lidded. He let her hair go then, if only to give himself time to think. Was there Succubus magic going on, here?

He'd felt more home with both of them already, but after kissing her and Tracey, it seemed more... more intimate, more special, even sacred, to be with them.

Like with Hermione, Ginny, and Lilith.

They belonged to each other.

Am I falling for them? I barely know them. Is it even love? How could it be?

Soon, though, the mounting pleasure in his loins pushed out such deep thoughts, and Harry began rutting faster, unable to stop himself from slamming home harder and harder, until the couch was rocking off the floor a little, and Daphne was helpless before him. She took every stroke, every pump, with the ardor of a professional, and still whispered or gasped his name, still cried out for more, until she climaxed again, and a third time after that.

Harry reached down again, bent low to wrap his arms around her neck and chest again, then lifted up while pressing down, arching her back again but in a different angle as she stood before him now, her cunt eagerly accepting everything he was giving it, while her breasts bounced, heavy and full, in small circles before them. Her hair flung side-to-side around them, and Harry leaned in to smell it.

Arousal, something citrusy in her shampoo, and sweat, yes, but also...

He forgot what he was trying to figure out as he climaxed, bursting into Daphne with an energy and lack of control he hadn't felt since that first night, first with Daphne herself and then with Lilith. He did not remember pulling free or collapsing onto the bed behind him. In fact, the next thing Harry was aware of was the woman he'd just been with stroking leavings of his semen from his dick, which was still half-hard as it lay against his stomach, and pulling a thread of it into her mouth. She looked up at him a little bleary-eyed as she savored the flavor, then pronounced, "Yes, I can... please you with my mouth at some point. You taste... acceptably. It was not as disgusting as I'd thought."

Harry grinned, "Alright. That... that was..."

Smiling coyly herself despite a renewed dusting of pink in her cheeks, Daphne nodded, "It was... more than adequate. You are... quite skilled."

"Thanks," he chuckled. "I'm... gonna go to sleep, if you don't mind."

He was surprised, frankly, at how exhausted he was. Normally, with his Runes, he could have sex well into the early morning hours, vigorously even, and wake up fully recharged after less than two hours' sleep. But even with the effects of a meal he'd gotten by eating out Daphne (and he still felt strangely full and energized, despite fatigue rearing its head), he wanted little more than to sleep.

"Alright," she granted, "I'll just lay here a moment while I recover, then go to bed myself."

"Okay. Shut the door on your way out."

"Of course."

Neither said goodnight.

Harry was out too quickly, and Daphne, for all that she had intended to leave, drifted off so subtly that she did not realize she was falling asleep until the next morning.

A next morning which came oddly late for Harry. A glance at his clock, newly moved in, told him it was after seven, easily two hours later than normal to wake up.

But the warm body next to him was a bigger surprise. Neither he nor Daphne had gotten under the covers, for the dungeon was always fairly warm despite its name. Crusted remains of his seed still coated her thighs and pussy, but Harry didn't care. Once, the idea might've disgusted him. Now, it was evidence of... well, them. That was it. Proof that, this time, for all its energetic finish, they had, in fact, made love.

It was a strange thought, since she was a Slytherin and he very much a Gryffindor, but as Harry watched her chest rise and fall, he realized it wasn't that odd. Pansy, when he'd gone to her room to help her cope with the life-shattering advice he had given her (without intending quite so large an effect) at the end of the previous year, they had made love too.

Even if he didn't love her.

It was still tender, caring.

And he did care.

Then again, there is more than one kind of love, too, Harry reminded himself as one hand idly drifted over to rest on Daphne's taut stomach, then slid slowly upward, tracing his fingertips around her right breast to the outside. The girl's breath hitched once, and she shifted slightly, as a smile grew. "Tracey," she whispered, "feeling frisky? It's so early."

Before Harry could respond or correct her, the girl's eyes flew open to stare, strangely terrified, at the ceiling. "I... I didn't go back," she whispered.

"No," he told her, cupping the breast fully now that she was awake, then leaning in to kiss her, and then her nipple, again. "I don't think she'll mind if you explain."

"I promised I would," Daphne hissed, making to rise but not to push his hand away, "she must've been scared..."

"I think she slept all night," Harry reminded her, "she was pretty worn out."

"Still, I... I... that feels pretty good, Potter, I... I should go. I must look and smell awful."

Harry looked up at her, kissed her nipple again, and then took along sniff. "No, you smell like sweat and sex, and yourself, not awful. It's rather stimulating, actually."

The young woman's nose wrinkled in disgust, but she didn't attempt to rise again. Emboldened, Harry switched to kiss her other side for a few seconds, then down her stomach in a line to the girl's clit. She was already moist. "Do you want me to eat you out again, Daphne?"

"Your- your stuff is in there," she told him, eyes wide as she looked down her body at him.

Harry only shrugged, "Wouldn't be the first time."

He didn't ask again, and soon Daphne's hands were fisting in his hair once more as he lashed at her sex from the side, three fingers buried in her again, clutching and pawing at the back of her nerve bundle while she writhed at his touch.

Once she'd come, the girl panted, grinning in an almost crazed way, "I'll use my mouth now, Potter, if- if you want me to."

But he shook his head, only half-erect, and hitched himself up to lean back against the headboard, pulling her up by the shoulders to sit between his legs. There, his hands resumed the work they'd begun the night before, but this time working tension from Daphne's shoulders, the tops of her breasts, and upper arms and back. She sighed, leaning against him, and let him do as he pleased after the first touch.

While he massaged her, she said quietly, "That was different, last night. I... I feel less... strange, about it. As if it was... normal."

"How did you feel before?" Harry asked.

She was quiet for a moment, giving herself over to the feel of his hands working her muscles, then replied, "The first time, it was... it was all desperate need. You know better than I what your servant does, the effect she has. After, I... I wanted more, but I felt guilty. For cheating on Tracey. For being with a- a boy. For enjoying it. Mostly for enjoying it."

Harry nodded, pressing his lips to the back of her head for a moment as he kept kneading, "And in my room?"

She shrugged a little, causing his hand to slip for a moment, "That was... odd. Just odd. I was still nervous. Very nervous. I... Tracey convinced me to do it, you see. I don't regret it, so don't worry about that. But it was... while I enjoyed it, I still worried after. It was just... well, I felt like I should... feel something. After having sex with a man again, even if my girlfriend was there, and did it too. But I didn't. It was just... fun, while we did it, and then... nothing. We went back to our room, made love as usual, and went to sleep. And that was it."

"And... this time?"

Daphne sighed against him as he pressed his fingers into the top of her breasts, kneading at her pectorals a little and relaxing into his body some more. "I... I enjoyed it, obviously. You gave me... as many orgasms in one night as Tracey ever has. You have come a long way with your mouth and... well... that thing I'm almost sitting on. I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Harry almost snorted, "No. Believe me, if you're hurting a man there, he'll let you know. It feels good, actually, having it nestled there."

"Even- even when it's... hard?"

He nodded, "Yeah. It's not really hard, or it might, but I'm pretty flexible, too. The Succubus thing, I think."

"Ah, I see. Yes. Well... when I woke up, I was worried about Tracey, but you are right. She is safe, and... and I cannot always be there to help her. I only worry that when she needs me I won't be there."

"The problem with protecting other people," Harry nodded, sounding suddenly tired even to himself, though he was fully rested, "is that we can't be everywhere at once. I hate that, too."

"I had a feeling you would understand," Daphne whispered, looking back at him seriously, "You, of all people."

He nodded, but said nothing. It was always his greatest fear, so similar to Molly Weasley's. That those he cared about would die, and no matter what he did, he either would not be there or would be unable to stop it anyway.

It had happened so much already.

"The way you looked at me," Daphne said after a few more moments, drawing him from his dark thoughts and worries, "last night. This morning. Thank you for that, even if I'm still sure I look a fright."

"How did I look at you?" Harry asked, not sure what she was getting at.

"Like... All my life, people have... looked at me. I have been a bargaining chip, an object to trade and barter. Later, I became an object of desire, far earlier than most of our peers. I despise it. I am not a- a thing. I am accustomed to being desired, but I do not like it.

"You... Tracey and you, Harry, you desire me. I can see it in your eyes, both of you, and the way you look at me, but you don't... desire me as a thing to have. I feel like you desire me for me. That you don't look at me, but that you look at me. As a person, not a thing."

Harry nodded. It was something he'd done a great deal of thinking about. Even back in the library, she had been little more than an object, a warm body to sate his lust on before he could do so with Lilith. Even she, now one of his most trusted companions, someone he genuinely did love, had been an object to use for his pleasure at first. And what pleasure it was! But now, months later...

"I love her, you know," he said softly, "Lilith. Lyra. She was an object to me, too. I felt so much guilt as I realized she was a person in her own right, that I'd taken her from her world, but... she wanted to come. She's convinced me of that, she volunteered. Without knowing me, or what I would ask her to do, but she did it anyway. Now I... I don't know what I'll do when she has to go back. If I survive."

"You must," Daphne whispered seriously, reaching up to tug his hand from her arm to her chest and pressing it there, over her heart, "You must survive this war. I need my children, Potter, and they need a father. That was our deal, remember?"

He grinned, giving her another kiss on the top her head this time, and a grope of her tit before moving back to massage her arms. "I know. I promised. I'll do everything I can, and Lilith is a big help. But my point is, I... there are many women in my life, and being a Contractor, it isn't easy to give that up. Ginny, Hermione, and the others having Runes makes it easier for them to keep up, but I'm... that genetic imperative to sow wild oats? To be with more than just one partner? It's far stronger, now. I can't only be with you or Tracey, or you and Tracey and even them. There will be others, and already are a bunch you don't know the names of."

"I know Pansy is your lover," Daphne said, almost casually, "and I don't mind that. I... I don't own you, Harry. Be with whom you will, as I said before. Only... don't neglect me. Or Tracey."

"If I am, come to me," Harry told her just as seriously as she'd been before, "I don't always have the ability to tell when someone has need of me, you know? I don't read minds very well. I can almost read body language well."

"You do alright," she chuckled, twisting to kiss him again, this time on the mouth. "For a bloke."

She settled into his body again, but then raised herself on her knees and hands, lifting until his cock was pressing into her sex. Then she shifted her weight and used the freed-up hand to guide him in before sinking down onto him with a sigh. "It's distracting, sitting on this beast," she hissed, then started raising and lowering herself slowly.

"It's distracting, having you sit on it," he teased back, "but even more so like this."

"But this way," Daphne reasoned as she continued riding him, "the distraction will go away, at least for a little while."

"True," he agreed with another chuckle, letting his hands move to cup her breasts as she moved. "I'll make love to you or ravage you whenever you want, you know. I'm strangely fond of you, for all your snark, sarcasm, dry wit, and Slytherin shiftiness."

"Shifty?" Daphne murmured, as if testing out the word, yet also oddly offended, "I am not shifty. Sneaky, cunning, perhaps. Shifty? I am not a criminal, Potter."

"Maybe that's not the right word," he laughed, shifting his arms to rub her clit gently on one side and help her rise and fall by cupping her rear with the other. "But Goddesses above, you shift so well."

"As do you," she replied, "Now stop talking. I just want to make us cum."

"My lady," he agreed, then shut up and let her work.

It was a fair while coming, as he worked her body idly, and she with more and increasing vigor, but soon Daphne was bouncing on him furiously, the soft, molten depths of her milking his shaft with abandon.

Harry was getting close, and Daphne had already climaxed once and was working on another, when the door opened to admit Lilith, who closed it quietly behind her. The Succubus was still as she had been last night, nude, her lithe, barely-pubescent body on full display as she stalked toward them, watching with glee.

Daphne froze, but Harry grunted, lifting her then with both hands, and she started moving again, slower, more carefully.

"Don't stop on my account," Lilith whispered to the girl as she stepped closer, "I simply need to feed from Master. But I'm happy to feed from out of your delicious pussy, big sister... Master, would you mind moving to the edge?"

"Not at all, my Pet," Harry said with a knowing grin over Daphne's shoulder. The blonde did not protest, but seemed almost paralyzed with worry and anxiety at what was about to happen, though she kept moving even while Harry wormed his way to sit there, with Lilith moving onto her knees between his.

"Won't have to wait long," Harry told the tiny girl, "I'm pretty close. Daphne's a great shag."

"I'm sure," Lilith replied with a smile, looking up at the bouncing tits, "I can't wait until big sis lets me do it. I want to taste her now... can I, big sis?"

The implications of what Lilith was saying told Harry there was more going on there than he could have guessed, but Daphne only nodded once, shakily, and stared down herself as Lilith leaned into lick first Harry's scrotum, which swayed and bounced against her face, then up the couple inches of his shaft she could reach, before, matching perfectly the witch's movements as she latched onto her folds and clit.

After that, Daphne lasted only ten seconds, and her quivering, trembling sex pulled out Harry's climax a mere moment after. He flooded her once more, but this time Lilith was there, and she lapped up the dripping fluids from both of them with eagerness as Harry withdrew slowly, lifting Daphne until she was standing over his dick, then opening her mouth onto the girl's gaping, dripping hole and letting his leavings fall into her open orifice. Once she'd stopped running down with it, Lilith sat up a little higher and latched on, mouthing her as her long tongue probed up and in, higher and higher, impossibly deep, to pull out every last bit of him and her both.

She didn't precisely need to do that, Harry knew, for he'd seen her withdraw semen with her own magic either through the channel or through the skin, but Daphne definitely did not mind, nor did he. The sight was enough to keep him hard, in fact, and soon the witch was shaking in yet another orgasm.

Once it had passed, Lilith stood up, gave Daphne a long, welcoming hug as the remains of their fluids vanished into her skin, then said happily, "Welcome to the club, lover. You'll be happy here, I'm sure. Go on, your little friend is waiting for you, and Master's elves have brought breakfast for everyone. I need to eat a bit more."

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