As a reminder, you can find MORE of this on my SubStar (dot adult slash KajaWilder), it's posted up past chapter 110 there... And if you guys haven't seen an update in at least a week, please let me know! I have a busy life, and I get distracted and forget things. This story(as well as ZpoW and PTaL) are supposed to be updated WEEKLY!

And if you're just interested in discussing things with other readers, of course, you can go to my DISCORD here: h- t_ t_ p-s -: -/ -/ -discord . g-g / N9yDA8t6Cw (taking out hyphens, underscores, and spaces of course).

Finally, you can also read my ORIGINAL FICTION on Kindle. If you've got Kindle Unlimited, they're all free. Here's my author page, h-t_t_p-s -:- /-/ tinyurl _._ com /- 4ffb7wph with links to everything published. (Remove all Hyphens, Spaces, and Underscores, of course... 'cause Ffnet.)

Hope you all have a great new year! :)

Chapter. 90: Breaking Down

More than a week before Harry would lead Ginny and Lavender, his two human Pets, around the dungeon in their collars, the room had been the site of another rather interesting conversation for Ginny Weasley. Since Harry had first shagged her, laid claim to her body, her soul, out on the grounds of Hogwarts the previous year, her life had changed so dramatically in ways she could not have even imagined months before.

She had known he was nearing the breaking point half-way through her fourth year, when her old relatively quiet school term had been interrupted by overhearing Harry grumbling to himself about wanking not satisfying him any more. A relatively insignificant event when faced with the likes of Umbridge, Voldemort, and the whole of the Ministry coming after Harry and his associates. He was a teenage boy, after all.

Wanking might be growing boring, but she already knew he, like all wizards his age, wanted more than just that. At the time she hadn't even thought much of it, aside from the rather lurid, vivid, images it had spawned for both day dreams, and the more nocturnal variety, of her crush stroking himself to her, or on her, or in her. She'd even had the rare chance to give a very qualified thank you to the shade of the sixteen-year-old Voldemort for awakening her relatively young mind to matters of the flesh and sexuality. Nor had it escaped her notice that this year, Harry was the same age Voldemort had been when he created that cursed Journal.

But the young Tom Riddle had been brutal, uncaring of the witches he used for his own fleeting gratification. In comparison, Harry was kind, compassionate, had made her feel loved and needed and wanted... and he had, somehow, known what she really needed. Something about the young witch even she had not known and understood. She wanted to be possessed, owned, claimed. Not cruelly, she was no slave, unlike Lavender who wanted nothing more. But a Pet, yes, that was a good analogy for how she wanted her romantic life to go. There to see to her Master's, her Owner's, happiness and joy... That was what brought her joy, in return.

Since then, she had experienced an even larger sexual awakening. Even as a younger girl, she thought of women, other girls included, as attractive. Now she knew why, thanks to Hermione, Lilith, and Harry himself. She was, to use Hermione's muggle word, a true pansexual. One with submissive tendencies that walked a careful tightrope with her extroverted nature otherwise masking her true nature. The first time she had gone down on a woman, her entire life had altered its course almost as significantly as it had when she and Harry had first shagged. Then realizing she was attracted to Ron, too, had been another sharp left turn in the course of her future.

Which was what led her to this moment.

The battle had ended not sixteen hours ago and Lilith was still unconscious, stuck in her wounded, blood-drained true form. At the moment, Harry, Neville, Hannah Abbot, and a few others were taking turns coating her in their sexual fluids as much as possible to help the Succubus heal.

Ginny, Hermione, and Ron had taken their turns too, but at the moment were alone in the dungeon that had become Harry's bedroom, while the Succubus was hopefully being healed by the others in Pansy and Astoria's room.

Ron had done what he could, but at the moment, he needed help himself. He was still locked inside the chitinous armor that had formed around him during the fight against Theodore Nott, or the monster he had become. It wasn't so bad, he said. Her brother was not actually injured in any meaningful way, despite a crushing series of blows to almost the exact same spot he had been run through the chest at the battle of King's Cross over Yule.

What was wrong was that the shell, a part of him but external, something Hermione had explained was rather like a very thick and hardened fingernail in makeup, was broken nearly in two across his chest. It looked rather gruesome, though Ron repeatedly had told them it didn't really hurt, and he wasn't bleeding through the largest crack. It was more that he couldn't help Lilith much himself, because doing so- wanking over her, using her breasts or hands, or whatever else to orgasm and cover her wounds in sexual fluids- required exertion, and exertion was difficult because he could not take large breaths without constricting his chest painfully.

Charlie had taken a short break from Hogwarts in his seventh year when she was eight. It had been a special time for her, but he had been in pain quite a lot because one of the creatures Professor Kettleburn had been showing them in Care of Magical Creatures had broken several of Charlie's ribs. Ron remembered it too, and compared the feeling to exactly the same sensation their older brother had described, only without the agonizing pain.

Hermione stood up from the couch to walk around Ron, a finger tapping her lips thoughtfully. He stood in front of Ginny, between the couch and Harry's bed, and tried not to react too much as she moved, "The problem," the older witch muttered, "is that none of the rest of us are capable of changing anything about our bodies like that. It's not Transfiguration, or I would think I'd be able to change you back. Harry's shape-shifting isn't the same, or you'd be able to revert using the effort of will he described. I wonder if we should contact Tonks..."

"I don't see how it would help," Ginny told her, shifting her position to lay idly over the couch now that she was its sole occupant, "Ron's never been a metamorph, and she doesn't really know how she changes either. I asked her about it last Christmas, remember? At dinner?"

"Oh, that's right," Hermione nodded. Her frown deepened, and she continued circling Ron, her eyes moving up and down his mostly-naked form as she looked for other signs of damage, or some other clue that might indicate how they could help him shift back.

Ginny stretched, and rolled onto her back. As she relaxed afterward, she noticed Ron's eyes watching her, and a distinct bulge starting to grow more visible in his underpants. She should have been embarrassed, shocked, outraged even, that her perverted older brother was enjoying seeing her body that much. It wasn't like she was even really putting on a show, she and Hermione were fully dressed aside from their discarded robes, which were hardly necessary now that the day's testing was done.

But she wasn't. She had shown him much more than that, after all, and been glad for it. During Yule when Harry and Hermione had stayed with their respective guardians, the two had been the only ones in the larger group available to help each other deal with their increasingly powerful urges. For almost two weeks, they had traded each other digital or oral stimulation to get the release they both needed desperately on at least a daily basis until someone had heard them while they were 'collecting eggs for breakfast' in the hen-house.

That hadn't even been the first time they had done it, the two had been flirting with the subject, taboo as it was, for weeks before that with Harry's quiet but eager consent, and, according to him, Hermione's tacit approval as well.

But she couldn't shag him, that would be weird. Even if she wanted to, and she knew he wanted her, too. Not without... well, some things changing, at least.

Ginny Weasley grinned as she realized the bulge her brother sported had gotten worse, and his long, slender rod was now peeking out of his shorts. With a teasing smile, she met his eyes, then licked her lips. Hermione's back was turned as she reached for one small breast, then gave it a squeeze.

Ron mouthed, "You suck," as his erection grew to full mast.

Of course Hermione, observant girl that she was, didn't miss the detail as she came back around to the front, the soft golden glow in her eyes telling the other two that she was using her own Succubus-granted ability to look at the magic surrounding and infusing her brother, "Of course, Ron... I'm just looking at your new shell, and you start to get ideas. Aren't you the one who said it's hard to exert yourself with that thing pushing on your chest?"

"Blame Ginny," Ron protested, "She's being a tease."

The older witch turned a gimlet eye to the younger, "She is, is she?"

Ginny's grin widened as she adopted the most innocent-looking expression of confusion she had learned from the twins, "Who, me? I'm just stretching."

Hermione let out a soft snort and turned away, "For some reason, I don't believe you. No offense Ginny, but if Fred and George can't put one past me that way, you can't either."

"Ouch, I'm hurt," the red-head laughed, putting a hand over her chest, "You think I'm worse at fibbing than those two? Ouch."

"Maybe not worse," Hermione chuckled, "but just as bad at it. And calm down, Ron. That thing's distracting when I'm trying to concentrate."

The sole wizard in the room rolled his eyes, "I would, but, you know, runes. It's kind of hard to just 'calm down' these days without an orgasm."

"Of course it is," Hermione replied, "but you'll have to try, because it hurts to exert yourself, right? Makes it hard to breathe?"

"Yeah..."

Ginny couldn't resist the temptation, "Sorry, brother dear. Apparently you'll have to wait to get a chance to cover one of us with your creamy goodness. No fun for you. Or... or..." She trailed off.

Hermione and Ron both looked at her expectantly for several seconds, before the bushy-haired girl resumed her slow circle around him.

"What if... what if that's what he needs?" Ginny whispered.

"I don't follow," Ron replied after a moment.

Hermione, on the other hand, looked around his too-tall shoulder with wide eyes, "Like Lilith herself?"

"Maybe," Ginny nodded, levering herself to a sitting position again, "Think about it. She needs fluids to use her healing power, so we have to cover her in it. This isn't the same power, I know, but maybe... maybe Ron can't shift back because he doesn't have the magical energy to fuel the reversion?"

"It is a Succubus ability," Hermione muttered, turning her glance back to her boyfriend's even taller, bulkier, shelled body, "She called it Hellhide. Harry said she described her own healing power as Auto-erotic Healing. But... it does make sense. Even different powers could use the same energy source, just like magic can fuel different effects. I wonder if that would... work. Tell me again how you created the armor, Ron."

He shrugged, then winced as it pulled on the crack, making the two halves of the shell on his torso grind together, "I didn't, really. I mean, I wanted to stop Nott from hurting Harry. I- I was just gonna shove him out of the way, take the hit myself. And the shell just... kind of grew out of me. Came from my tear ducts first, and it felt... well, weird. Then just... sorta came outa' my skin, all over."

Hermione frowned, glancing up at the horns he sported, a wide, many-pronged rack as opposed to Lilith's more curved Ram's horns in that form. They did look like they had grown from the temples, and a small bit of them circled his brow and under his eyes as reinforcement, no doubt.

"After that, it was all just... really fast. By the time I got in between Nott and Harry, it was already there, and it hardened in the blink of an eye. I was as surprised as anyone, really. The, uh, horns finished growing last."

"Hm," Hermione mused, and reached up a hand to run a few fingers along the shell, "The aura around it is slightly different than your normal one, and when I touch it, it ripples, but only along the shell itself. It's darker, but lighter- more like your natural aura color- in the waves. I'm not sure what it means, but it definitely reacts to touch. I'm not sure what that means, though. Or how it would help. The, erm, the fluids, I mean."

Ginny shrugged and reached down to pull her jumper over her head, "Well, if you're okay with it, I'm going to try something."

"And what's that?" Hermione asked.

Ginny grinned. She knew that Hermione knew they had been intimate, she'd even seen it, been present for it. But this kind of brazen advance was going to be something new, "I'm going to go down on you while Ron lays on the bed, and you're over him. I want to see if your juices help."

Hermione glanced back and forth between the two for a moment with a pensive expression, then nodded, "If that'll help... I suppose at this point it can't hurt." She started undressing efficiently, tossing her clothes to the couch as Ron moved toward the bed.

"Wait, actually," Ginny stopped him with a hand on his chitin-covered bicep, her blouse now half-unbuttoned, "Let's do it on the couch. That way you won't have to support either of us and strain your chest-plates."

She thought her reasoning was a little flimsy, but both Ron and Hermione nodded. Soon, Ron was stretched out across the couch, long enough his knees had to bend a little with his head nudged up against the other arm rest. After Ginny had taken everything off and stepped out of her white, lacy knickers, she stepped up behind Hermione and leaned in to nuzzle the witch's neck through her mane of wavy hair. Her arms slid around the girl's body too, cupping and hefting each of her breasts, which she knew was something Ron himself did frequently to get Hermione in the mood if she wasn't already.

These days, it didn't take much more than that before even the studious young woman started breathing a little more heavily. When she was undressed too, Hermione slowly walked forward, just enough to lead Ginny on, then lifted a curvy leg to throw it over Ron's head and shoulders, "I'm not sure this'll work, Gin, there's not a lot of-"

"It'll work," the red-head interrupted, letting go of one of her best friend's glorious mammaries to come around her to the side a bit, "But you should turn around. Face his cock, Hermione."

"We can't sixty-nine, though," the other woman protested, "It'll make him start to bend, and that could hurt him."

"Oh, I think he'll be fine with a little bit of pain, given what we're about to do," Ginny said with a smile, "Trust me- just sit on his face for now, let him get you warmed up for me. Ron, you should just scoot down a bit, give her legs some room."

Even with his own knees bent nearly in half, Hermione's weight on that side was almost fully on one knee, but thankfully the back of the couch was close enough she had plenty of support by using her hand. Once she was in place, the older woman sank down onto her boyfriend's mouth and sighed as he, lust fogging his eyes, started licking away at once.

Ginny let a hand drift down her body to her crotch and started rubbing in slow, gentle circles while she watched him eat out one of her best friends for more than three minutes. Then she shrugged, "Eh, you're passable, Ron, but you should really watch and learn from the master one of these days."

"Never complained before," the wizard grunted from between Hermione's legs.

Ginny only shrugged as she stepped closer, then ran a hand down the freckled chest, "You can get me off, but that's honestly not all that hard. Hermione eats pussy better than you."

"I'm a girl, I know what's good," Hermione chuckled, though it turned to a sigh as her boyfriend suckled on her labia, "But don't be mean, he's pretty g-good."

"Sure," Ginny agreed, as she reached down to slip a finger down Ron's long shaft to his balls. Then she cupped them, wiggling her fingers back and forth for a moment, before taking a more solid grip at the base and giving him a few short pumps, "Pretty good. Not as good as Harry, or me. And I know you have a bit of a complex about that, Ron, so listen when I say this. I'm willing to show you, teach you, how to be even better. If you want. You have to ask though."

Ron was quiet for several seconds aside from the sound of him slurping at Hermione's tender folds, the plates on his chest slowly moving apart and together as his breathing increased. Ginny watched that more than her hand on him, mostly in an effort to make sure he wasn't getting too aroused. At least, not too quickly. She had some doubts about her plan, but the largest was definitely Ron's health. As much as she was doing this because she wanted to, and thought they all did in some way, it was to heal him more than anything else. Hurting him in the process, while it might be necessary, was something to be avoided if possible.

Hermione watched her stroking Ron with some fascination, which made Ginny's smile return. It was hardly the first time, and Hermione knew it. She'd seen her go down on the young man before, even. Something about this time seemed to make things even better, though, "What, Hermione? Do you like seeing me stroke his cock?"

Hermione's face turned scarlet and she looked away, then back with a more firm glint in her eyes, "It- It has its appeal, yes."

"Then you'll probably like seeing this, too," Ginny whispered, and threw her leg over Ron's thighs. She didn't mount him. She was not ready for that. Instead, she made sure Hermione could see quite plainly that she wasn't, with her pelvis just above Ron's knees. Her hands left his rod then, and she played both over the thin red line of fur that moved up his belly to the slowly growing patch on his chest. She traced circles and lines with her nails, roughly following the course of the Runes Lilith had applied not so very long ago, though it felt like weeks and weeks.

Ginny wanted to watch Hermione's pussy get mauled by Ron's tongue, but it was more important, at least for now, that she watch the other girl's face as she leaned down, lower and lower, until she was parallel with Ron.

Hermione's brown eyes got wider the lower she got, and the gasped as she saw Ginny's slender form touch Ron's dick. Ginny did too, he was scorching hot and the erection, thick and nubbed like a decent reproduction of Lilith's Succubus girl-cock and even longer, if not as thick, touched from her navel to her collarbone as she lay against it, "Mmm... that feels really good against me, Ron," she murmured, "Is... does it hurt? Should I get back up?"

In response, the armored wizard thrust his hips upward, careful not to slide his chest too much, and the cock moved with it, a full three inches, until the tip bumped her chin, "It feels really good, actually," the muffled voice came.

"Ginny," Hermione moaned, and for a moment the ginger felt a bit of regret that she couldn't lift her head high enough to watch her best friend's expression as she slithered up and down, dragging herself over Ron's shaft as it followed the contours of her slender body between the valley of her breasts, "What are... What are you doing?"

"He needs to cum," Ginny reminded her reasonably, "and we know he's a pervert. Sure, you could shag him, but he might cum in you, and then it'll be harder to get it out. I figure, this way, he can finish faster- you and I both know he can't resist me- and it'll be spot-on for aim."

"But... but he's..."

"I've done more than this, remember? Remember when I sucked him off in front of you, licked your own squirt off of him? I've licked him out of you, too. This is just my tits and my chest, Hermione."

"It's still amazing," Ron groaned, "And it feels really good."

"Glad you like my titties, Ron," Ginny chuckled, then shifted up a little higher to press a kiss to Hermione's belly just above her slit, "Sorry, Hermione... you might have to let Ron get you off, I can't quite... reach. I guess I'll just focus on coaxing out his delicious, hot, sticky cum..."

She giggled as the young man beneath her gave a harder thrust, bucking up against her. He winced, his whole torso tensing, as it pulled on the chest plates, and Ginny slapped his armored shoulder, "Stop moving so much, dummy. Let me do most of the work."

"But I-"

"No buts," Hermione groaned, and Ginny looked up to see her grinding her crotch against Ron's face now, "You should stay mostly still. Just move your mouth, your lips, and your hips. Once you've- once you sprayed all over her and yourself, we can talk about you moving more."

"Listen to Hermione," Ginny added, "She's almost always right. Anyway, Ron... how does it feel? Knowing it's me?"

He didn't answer for several seconds, and she actually saw his currently clawed hands come up around Hermione's thighs to hold her in place, probably for his own safety, before his muffled voice said, "Really wish I could- could do more. But it's good."

"More?" Ginny pretended to sound shocked, "More than sliding this long rod against my chest? More than me trying to get you to spurt out your semen all... over... both... of us?"

"Ginny," Hermione warned, but anything else she was going to say went unfinished.

"What? I'm just trying to get him to climax faster," she murmured huskily, "Anything to help Ron heal a bit faster, right?"

"You- but you can't... you can't," Hermione moaned, and pushed a pair of fingers through her folds, spreading herself open for Ron's dashing, dancing tongue.

"Can't what? I've already done it in my head... I've wanted to for a while. What's so bad about it? You already know... you know nothing would happen."

"But he's your..."

"I know," Ginny finished as the older witch trailed off. One hand came up to push Hermione's pelvis back so she could see Ron's face, which glistened with her best friend's fluids, "Ron... don't you want to fuck me?"

That was enough. Without further warning, her teasing and the last few words sent him over the edge. She felt the pulses of semen blast up the long shaft one after the other, as they hit her ribcage, her sternum, and then out to land like bullets against the bottom of her chin. Then her hand was there, catching more of it as she sat up, one hand pumping the pole rapidly while the other caught and guided the goop.

She slipped the dripping, slimy substance against Ron's chest after he finished, and immediately set his attention back to making Hermione go over the edge, just as he had. Ginny was very close herself, despite not having had any direct stimulation of her own pussy. Her fingers carefully guided his semen into the cracks, including gathering up the dripping remains from her chin and chest. When she was finished, the crack was mostly filled in with his virile leavings, but Ginny knew deep in her heart it wouldn't be enough. Not like this, anyway.

But there was more she could do, that they could do, "Don't move, Ron," she ordered him, then slid up until she was straddling his waist, and lowered herself onto his still-hard, ribbed length. He groaned along with her as the folds parted to nestle around him, "Merlin," she gasped.

Hermione's eyes were rapt as she watched Ginny frot herself on him, sliding slowly back and forth to add her own glistening liquid to the process.

Then Ginny leaned forward, and pressed her mouth to Hermione's. At once, the older witch's lips parted for her tongue, and the two danced together furiously, ravenously, as Ginny lifted a hand to pull on one of the girl's pink nipples.

"G- Ginny..."

"I know you're turned on by it," the younger witch moaned into the older's mouth, "You want me to do it too, don't you? Want me to ride him... to take him deep inside me, as far as I can go. You want to watch his face as he does it, watch me as he brings me to- to the heights of pleasure."

Her breath had hitched as Ron reached around her own slender hips and cupped her slim, almost boyish arse. Then he dipped one finger lower to brush against the entrance of her body.

"He's touching me there, you know," Ginny moaned again, and sped up her gyrations on Ron's length, "touching the spot he would dig into, thrust into... just like he does with you. Wouldn't he go so deep, into little old me? Especially like this. He'd be up in my belly, wouldn't he?"

"He probably would," Hermione moaned, "But it's so..."

"Wrong, and so good," Ginny added, "It's so good it's gonna make me cum, Hermione, just like you want to. Come here- come grind on this lovely shaft with me! You don't mind, right, Ron?"

"Not at all," her brother grunted, then let out a little whimper of pain as Hermione's awkward, hasty movement jostled the chest-plates, "Fuck, that's so hot, having both of you right- oh- oh Merlin, I think I might just cum again!"

"Do it," Hermione gasped, her own pelvis suddenly moving in time with Ginny's as they rocked back and forth up and down Ron's body. She looked over her shoulder and down at him, "Cum for us, Ron! Cum on mine and Ginny's pussies! Cum for us, because I'm cumming, too!"

He wasn't Harry, who could climax on demand, and he had just done it a couple of minutes earlier, but Ron Weasley had never been so aroused as he was at that moment, with the two beautiful witches both grinding their pussies against his length madly, as if he were inside both of them at once.

He spurted, and the waves of heat and pressure touched off first Ginny, then Hermione, and for several long minutes they seemed locked in a repeating crescendo of pleasure, with one person's ecstasy touching off another, and another in turn.

It did not escape Ginny's notice, at least, that Hermione's own squirting climax had coated the chest-plates, too, and that their passion echoed throughout the room in palpable waves as the three of them slowly came down from the orgasm.

When Hermione slid, almost bonelessly, to kneel on the floor beside the couch with her full, heavy tits heaving, she watched in fascination as Ginny leaned down once more, this time to tenderly kiss Ron. First on the mouth, catching both of the others by surprise, and then lower, above his collarbone. She traced a line down the break with her lips, and as she did, her love mingled with their combined fluids, and slowly, but visibly, the crack began to seal.

"Told you it'd work," Ginny said as she sat up, sweating, grinning, "And Ron?"

"Hmm?" he asked, amazed, watching his new shell heal itself before his very eyes, even though he had two stunning witches there to look at instead.

"I meant every word."

That made him look up, his eyes wide once more.