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Chap. 93: A Bone to Pick

Harry watched, amused, as Susan Bones' blush deepened. The curtains behind him were swaying silently, affected by the spell that kept all sound from the burgeoning orgy outside from intruding on this wide space. Eight beds, each of them the size of the one in his Master Bedroom, were arrayed around the space, but it was otherwise sparsely decorated. Two walls mirrored those of Hogwarts, and the other two were separated by Silenced curtains of royal blue.

It wasn't that he didn't understand her nerves. He and Susan were... well, barely even friends. Casual acquaintances might be a better way to describe it, but the girl was a fierce fighter despite being quiet in conversation, and he had learned since Dumbledore's Army had begun that she was a quite capable witch, and a steadfast, loyal friend. Intelligent, too. And her looks...

His faint grin broadened into a smile as he let his eyes rove her curves, not for the first time. She was quite pretty. Though not as stunningly gorgeous as Daphne, the Patils, or Fleur Delacour, that didn't mean she wasn't among the most lusted-after girls in Hogwarts. Hannah was fairly busty, and Daphne too, but Susan easily beat them both, and had the rear end to balance out her bosom, which strained even against the magically-fitted robes Madame Malkins' produced.

What straight boy within a few years of her hadn't fantasized about wrapping their hands around those tits, of burying their face or cock between them? Harry couldn't think of a single one. Sure, he now knew she'd had a couple of boyfriends, but it was painfully obvious in her demeanor and expression right now that she hadn't done more than a light snog here and there.

And yet she fancied him, wanted him to teach her about sex... and then to father her children.

It was a heavy responsibility, but the empathic abilities granted to him by his Bond with Lilith made it plain, she was good for him. Would be, in the future, as well. They were more compatible than not by a high degree, and... well, he was a horny teenager still, even if he regularly had sex three to ten times a day.

"You can relax, you know," he told her quietly, "I'm not going to hurt you. I think you'll enjoy things. In fact, I'd bet on it."

"That's... that's not why I'm..." Susan whispered, then shook her head hard enough to make her ginger curls sway and bounce around her shoulders, "Sorry, I'm... I just... I'm not saying no. I- We- I'm prepared to... to do whatever we have to. Tonight. I just... I've never, you know..."

"Susan, you do know I'm prepared to teach you, right? Like... you and Hannah made that clear over the holidays. Even the summer, sort of. It's going to be fine."

"But you're... you've been with so many people," she murmured, flicking a hand vaguely in the direction of the couches outside, "and I've... well... I'm afraid."

"Ah," Harry nodded, cottoning on. She was indeed nervous, and a bit afraid. He could feel that. What he hadn't known was why. Now, things made more sense, "You're afraid you won't... measure up? That I'll find you lacking, compared to the other girls?"

Susan nodded while looking away, and folded her arms under her chest.

Fortunately for them both, Harry was bold enough to take the next step on his own. He crossed the distance between them in seven measured, slow steps, making sure she heard him and had a chance to pull away. She didn't. In fact, Susan looked back up at him, her light brown eyes almost glistening as he took the last step and gently placed his hands on her hips, "I know you're nervous, but you don't need to be. I don't lie if I can help it. You have nothing to worry about. I know you're new at this. So were they. Almost all of them. It..."

Harry sighed. This was not easy to explain. Not because he didn't have the words, but he felt like most of it wasn't his place to tell, even if he was as involved as the other parties. But Susan would find out about all of it sooner or later, he was sure. Girls gossiped, and they talked about sex as much as boys did- just not in front of boys. There would be no harm in it, he was sure, but it still felt strange telling others' secrets, "I'm not going to kiss and tell, so to speak, but... Of the girls out there, only the Patils I... haven't been with. Ginny, Hermione, Lavender, and Hannah were virgins when we had our first times together. Hermione had given exactly one blowjob- well, two, since she gave me one that night first. Ginny had only snogged a fair bit. Lavender, well, you know the rumors... but she didn't sleep around a lot, only a few blowjobs. Three, I think. None of them were super experienced. You just... start. The first step's scary, but after that it's quite easy to keep going. At least, if the first time's good."

Susan nodded, but couldn't seem to make her mouth work. Her soft, full lips parted slightly and she licked them as she looked upward, which made Harry want to lean down and claim her mouth desperately, but he forced himself to hold off for a moment more, "Pansy, Luna- yes, even Luna Lovegood- Katie, Daphne and Tracey, they all had at least one partner before me. For, uh, two of those I was their first male partner..."

"Daphne and Tracey," Susan whispered.

He nodded, not seeing the harm in confirming what she already knew anyway, "Right. So... yes, they are more experienced, but that doesn't mean they have to stay more experienced. You're nervous because it's unknown. Not because they're better, or some silly thing like that. Besides, have you looked at yourself? You're gorgeous. You've nothing to worry about."

"Chubby," she half-snorted, half-sniffed.

"Very cute, and I prefer voluptuous. Seriously, Susan? Half- all- the guys I know fantasize about you. Literally everyone I've ever had 'guy talk' with has brought you up."

Her blush came back full-force and she looked away again. It caused yet another stirring in Harry's loins as he looked down at her from this close, "Sorry, I'm not saying that to embarrass you. I just want you to know that you are desirable, and I do desire you personally... and you don't have to be scared. We're going to be okay, and you're going to enjoy this. Whenever you're ready."

She nodded again but didn't look back up at him or even face him again for several seconds. When Susan did, it was only to murmur, "I don't think I will ever be ready... so we should just do it. Get it- get it over with. Er... I mean, get it started. Once we start, I... I think we'll be okay. I'll be okay."

"Alright," Harry agreed, "Would you prefer if I started with the bare-bones- sorry, couldn't help it- basics, or...?"

She actually scowled up at him for the play on her family name, but it succeeded in making her mouth at least twitch upward into a sort-of-smile, so he thought it was a good start to breaking the ice, "I... I know the basics. Muggles say 'tab A in slot B'. I know where a p- pe- penis goes... in and out. I know what a blowjob is, and that some people are into the, uh, b- buggering part... Hannah talks too much."

Harry laughed and pulled the shy girl in for a hug. She didn't resist, and even put her arms around him in turn while his chuckles wound down, "She definitely does, sometimes, but at least it's in private, right? Just to you?"

"Yes."

"Good. Well, that's a decent start, at least. So what is it you want to know? How to... I don't know, make it good? How to please your partner, but make sure you have a good time yourself?"

She nodded, "That's... that's exactly it, yes. I've... I've never had an o- o- an.. I've never... um... f-finished."

Harry blinked, "You've... never had an orgasm? Not ever?"

"I don't, um, think so," Susan answered, "At least I've never had... the tingles, the, uh, waves of heat that Hannah describes."

"Fuck, that sucks, I'm sorry," Harry chuckled, "And sorry again, I'm not laughing at you, it's just... I've always been a randy bloke, but it's easy for guys to climax. I know it's a bit harder for women, and some really struggle. But once we get into things, I think you'll be okay. Would you, uh, be comfortable showing me what you're doing? That might be a good place to start. Self-pleasure."

The sound Susan Bones made was the most adorable, mouse-like squeak he had ever heard coming out of a girl's mouth.

"Too much then? That's alright. Hm... Okay, we have some options. That one, of course, but it's fine to veto that. I can show you what a guy can do- what I can do- to make you feel good. Or I can show you how to please a man. We'll probably do all of them at some point, but where would you like to start?"

Susan swallowed, loud enough that Harry actually heard it in the quiet space, "I... I've always been curious about... about what a man's thing.. you know, f- feels like. Looks like? And... and, um.. t- t- tastes."

Harry had thought, for a moment, that he would have to finish the last word for her after the stutter picked back up, but he smiled as Susan finished it. Her face was absolutely burning, radiating heat he could feel through his shirt, but he only nodded casually, intent on keeping things soothing and calm on his end, despite any excitement he might feel at the idea of getting a wank or a blowjob from Susan Bones, "Alright. I can help you with that, sure. And don't worry. I can either hold off a long, long time on my own orgasm, or do it a bunch in a row. You don't need to worry about me, just do what you're comfortable with in the moment, okay? If that's making me cum on your face or tits, that's cool. In your mouth is awesome."

She shuddered.

"Hey, now... some girls like the taste, some don't. It's fine. I've been told I taste pretty good, but I'm hardly a decent judge. I can admit it's not horrendous..."

In fact, Iris rather liked the taste of his own spunk, but he wasn't sure Susan was ready for that detail just yet.

"Anyway, I can also just not if you're worried about either. We only have to do what you're comfortable with, nothing more. Even if I leave unsatisfied, for now, I'm not going to be upset or mad at you. Even if I go straight to shagging the witches out there, it's not a mark against you, okay? Just relax. You and I are the only ones you need to worry about right now- and mostly you. I'll be fine, I promise."

"A- Alright," Susan murmured, then shivered again as she made a visible effort at controlling herself. She pulled back a half-step, and pressed her palms against Harry's chest, then looked up at him with a firm expression, "And, you know... I... wasn't shivering because it was disgusting... I like, um... the idea of your s- semen... on me, or... in my m-mouth."

"You should've been in Gryffindor," Harry replied softly, as he raised a hand to cup her jaw. She leaned into his touch a little.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because a girl as shy as you? It takes a lot of bravery to say things like that."

Susan frowned at his teasing, but once again her mouth twitched upwards into an almost-smile. But she didn't protest. Instead, she stepped back the rest of the way to the bed, until her knees bumped against it, "Take off- take off your clothes, Harry. I... I want to see you. It's pointless to keep, um... stalling."

"Alright. Why don't you have a seat. I know you were in the, uh, what did they call them... the 'maturation' classes the Professors did this year, so I guess I should've assumed you had the basics. But you've never seen a man before, have you? Not like this."

"Not since I was a little girl," Susan agreed, "My Uncle, I... walked in on him once. That's how I learned Aunt Yrida wasn't, you know, his sister."

Harry was already disrobing as she spoke, with a bit of his attention focused on making his cock something more a normal size, similar to what he'd started with when he had first summoned Lilith rather than the monster he frequently sported these days. When his shirt came over his head, Harry looked down to see Susan staring directly at him from just out of her arms' reach. He knew, because she reached out for him and fell just shy of touching his chest. So Harry stepped a little closer, hoping...

But no, the girl pulled away, then looked back up at him nervously, "You can touch me. Tonight, I'm all yours to do with what you want. At least until the lesson's over."

Susan's throat convulsed as she gulped, but the feel of her tentative, too-gentle touch on the firm muscle of his stomach and pectorals made Harry sigh in pleasure. Susan jerked back, but after looking up at the relaxed expression Harry carried, she let her hands, both now, roam over his torso together.

He wasn't idle while she did it after the first minute or two, and his hands undid his belt and lowered his trousers. He left his boxers on, not wanting to scare the girl by going to fast, and she swallowed... But her hands moved over his underwear down to his legs, then felt along those too, up, down, inside, and out.

"It's just skin," Harry told her quietly, "Just like yours."

"Mine's softer," she argued just as quietly, "and yours is hairy, er, Harry."

"Ha, Ha," he said, making sure she knew he was amused by the grin he showed too, "Laugh it up. I suppose I deserved it for the one I did earlier, but..."

"You can poke fun," Susan told him, then bravely hooked her thumbs in the top of his underpants, "I don't mind... as long as it isn't hurtful. But you should know Hannah doesn't make fun of my name because she knows I'll do it back."

"Oh really... Shy, but you like to spar verbally? Interesting. I think I like you already, Miss Bones. Now... stop teasing me. I have a bone to show you."

"You're terrible," Susan laughed, and the last bits of tension seemed to flee from her, because she pulled down his underwear with a smooth motion... and flinched as Harry's half-erect dick slapped the bottom of her chin, "What the-"

"Sorry," he chuckled, and reached down to his base to push it away from her jaw as he stepped back, "I was gonna make it softer so you could see it both ways instead of half-erect, but you went too fast."

"Sorry," she repeated, almost whispering as she stared at the slightly darker shaft in front of her, "I... Is... are they meant to be... like that? That... um... b-big?"

"I'm bigger than most, I gather," Harry told her honestly, and stepped out of her reach to let her get a better look at all of him after stepping out of his clothes, "But I can also change my shape and size, because of Body Morphology. I got that from Lilith early on. This is pretty much what I, uh, started with, though."

"Oh."

She didn't seem to know what else to say, so Harry launched into a quick run-down of the various parts, and showed Susan where he was more or less sensitive, mentioned that one should be gentle with the testicles but that it still felt amazing when they were touched or suckled on, worked through the basic description of a hand- or blow-job, and then let himself react as he normally would to being naked in front of a beautiful witch.

He got hard. Very hard.

Not abnormally large, but a solid eight inches and a couple of Susan's fingers thick as she lifted a hand to compare, "Are... are you sure it'll... fit?"

"Positive," Harry chuckled, "But only when you're ready. I don't want to push you too far, too fast. It's better if you are as relaxed as possible for your first time. You'll enjoy it more. I could use magic, but..."

"Hm? You can...?"

He nodded, "Lilith has an ability or two that can help, but... honestly? I kind of appreciate not needing it, these days. I want to see if... I can do it, you know, without the extra help. Make your first time spectacular, I mean."

"Oh," Susan murmured, blushing again, "That... that's fair... Can I touch...?"

"I said you can," Harry replied, "You have full access until the lesson ends. Remember, gentle on my balls, but you can give the shaft a bit of pressure, it actually feels good when you do that. If it's too hard, I'll let you know."

He should have known the girl's first, tentative touch would be a simple poke with a single finger near the top. His cock bounced back and forth a couple of times, and Susan giggled, looked up at him with a shy smile, then back down at his genitals before she pushed it again, a little slower, "It's... bouncy. And hot. Erm, I mean... warm."

"It's filled with blood, straight from the heart. Internal body temperature- which is a bit warmer than normal right now," Harry explained, "I bet if I touched you down there, it'd be warm, too. Your pulse is racing, isn't it?"

"Yes," Susan whispered huskily, "I... I don't mind, though."

Then she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and gave him a stroke with both hands, the digits twining together around him. Harry moaned softly, "That's nice... You can use one hand, or two. Just pump up and down. Not too soft, not too tight. Different- ah- different sensations for the guy, if you tug the skin or slide along it, but if you want to get one off, sliding will probably work better most of the time. Still feels pretty good either- ow!"

"Sorry!" Susan cried, both hands flying away from him and she recoiled, leaning almost far enough back to fall onto the bed.

"Oh, shit, sorry," Harry apologized, "That was a bit of an overreaction, you know, sensitive areas we're conditioned to protect. Just a little pain. The- the grip was alright, but when you're pulling on the skin, don't go too far in either direction. It's only so elastic, you know?"

"S-Sorry..."

"Don't worry about it," Harry assured her, then reached for her wrists and hauled her back toward him, "You're fine, it only hurt a little and only for a moment. Don't stop now."

"I don't want to hurt you," she whimpered.

"You won't. If you genuinely want to stop, I'll let you go, but I'm fine, Susan, I promise."

"You're... sure?"

He nodded, then, since he still had his hands on her arms, pulled them closer, "Touch me. Stroke my dick, Susan."

She turned scarlet once more at the word, and Harry grinned again, "What... Dick? Cock? Shaft? Erection?"

"Stop it," she whimpered again, and looked away even while she shifted her right hand to pump him alone, while her left fingers started exploring his scrotum.

"Stop what? I'm just using words for a cock, Susan."

"It's- It's embarrassing."

"Not for long," Harry told her, voice low and commanding, "Your homework starts here: Every day, you have to tell me- or Hannah- these words, out loud: Cock, Pussy, Dick, Cunt, Penis, Vagina, Sex, Blowjob. All of them, every day, for two weeks. I'll get Hannah to report on it if you don't tell her."

"That's... not fair..."

"You'll get used to it fast, though. Normal people say those words... we say them a lot 'round here," Harry chuckled, "Besides, it will also help you get over your embarrassment when my fat cock goes inside your tight virgin pussy."

She slapped his stomach again, but didn't stop stroking him. Instead, she pretended to glare, red-faced, as she moved back to stroking with two hands again, this time on the top and bottom of his shaft, "Is... Is this alright?"

"You're doing fine," Harry nodded, "Maybe a little tighter, but only a little. Different guys like different things. Communication is really important, so keep asking questions if they aren't volunteering things. You can also watch our expressions, body language... if we moan or sigh, it's probably good. Wincing, not so good."

"You haven't winced or sighed," she observed.

"That's because you're doing alright, but not great. Don't feel bad- it's your first time, remember? I know it is. You'll get more confident, and that'll help loads, but doing it a few times will get you pretty good. It's not hard, but it's also not something you can really master from the starting line."

"Oh," she said again, "C- What's that liquid...?"

"Ah, that's the pre-cum. Cowper's fluid is the technical term. I think it's the same stuff girls use for lubricant, but I'm not sure. It helps to smooth things out when it's time."

"Pre-cum though...? Are you going to...?"

"Not for a while," Harry told her, "unless you want me to hurry it up, because I can do that too, if you want to see it. It's just a sign that things are progressing. My body understands it's getting pleasure, and might be trying to reproduce, or at least have sex, soon, that's all."

"Weird."

"A little," Harry laughed, "but also natural. It's just like the wetness you're feeling, only girls have to make more of it."

"What... what does it taste like?"

"I wouldn't know," he admitted, "never had a good lick. Not much of anything though, from what I can tell. No one's really said anything. A bit salty? Bitter? Semen can be, but I'm told mine's delicious, like I said. Girls all have their own particular tastes- they even change based on diet sometimes."

"R- Really?"

Harry nodded.

"What's Hannah- I mean, uh..."

"Kissing and telling," Harry chided, "but... a secret? Well, if you promise not to tell her I said it, she tastes like ginger root. Bit tangy, sweet."

"So weird," Susan giggled, "You're not lying? This is actually alright?"

"It is. I'm not- well, I'm not inexperienced, so it'll take a bit to get me off just from this, but if you keep doing it for a bit more I will sooner or later."

Before he could suggest something else, her hands shifted. One dropped to his thigh, the other circled his base, and suddenly he was in her mouth. Half-buried, the end of him against her tonsils, Harry watched wide-eyed as Susan's glistened with tears, "Holy fuck..."

He felt her tongue move, her throat convulse, and she backed away.

"Hah... I didn't expect that for a bit," Harry chuckled, "What brought that on?"

Susan only shrugged and started using just the fingers wrapped around him to slowly pump his base, staying away from the wet upper half, "I... I was stalling, and..."

"Ah. Well, that was... honestly kind of impressive, you took more than I thought. You okay?"

Susan shrugged, clearly unsure of the answer to that question, "I guess? I just thought, it's skin, and I'm so worried about it, but it wasn't like you were going to blow just from one quick... so I made myself do it. And..."

"And...?"

"And it's not scary," she said quietly, "It... it was just like a couple of longer, thicker fingers. I didn't gag. I came close, but... The look on your face. It was..."

"Well, in my defense, I was really surprised, and it felt really good."

"I'm not complaining," Susan told him, "Can I... do it again? I just... close my lips, and go up and down, right?"

"You can, absolutely, do that again. Hah... Anyone who turns down a blowjob from a pretty girl like you is a fool, or very much in love with someone else. Er, someone besides me, I guess. Because I am, but I'm still not turning you down."

She grinned, "Hannah told me how you feel about everyone. At least, in general terms. I'll..."

Then her mouth opened, and she didn't use words anymore. Instead, she bobbed slowly, twisting her head from side to side to scrape his cap along her cheeks, or against her tongue, even the roof of her mouth. A few times her teeth grazed him, but not hard enough to hurt. It was adorable, Harry decided, watching the girl experiment with how to best please him orally. She was both shy and confident, secure, but inexperienced, and the clash between those extremes excited him more than anyone else he'd been with in... well, a while. He didn't like comparing his lovers that way.

But she was enthusiastic, so even though Susan stayed away from going any further than half-way down, Harry was still able to enjoy her first blow-job immensely.

When her eyes moved up to look at him again, he smiled, "That's it, Susan... look up at me. We like that look most of all, I think. You can look down too, but when you look into our eyes with our cocks in your mouth it's something truly special. You can also stroke the bottom half, like you were doing before. Alternate with your lips, or go with them, it's all good. Fuck... your grip is perfect, just like that... maybe... yeah, suckle a little at the end. Like you're a baby with a teat."

Harry had more than a dozen regular lovers at that point, each with their own unique skills, talent, and even style when it came to giving and receiving pleasure, but he had never had a bad blowjob. Susan Bones' first blowjob was not an exception, and he made sure to tell her so.

"That's it, you're doing wonderfully. I love a good wank, especially when a beautiful girl does it. There's one thing you can do to make it better, though... well, two, but I don't want to scare you off."

"Hmm?" she murmured, never quite taking him out of her mouth, though he appreciated Susan looking up at him again while she started suckling on his cap.

"Show me those glorious tits, Susan," he told her, firm, commanding even, but not cruelly or harshly, "Show me what I still dream about."

Once again, her face turned red. Odd that it hadn't from blowing him, but Susan nodded, then finally popped off of him. A string of saliva dangled and wavered, then she reached up and started opening her robes. Inch by glorious inch, one button at a time, he saw more cleavage, more...

A black bra, lacy.

Lightly freckled flesh, pale, and huge.

Susan Bones pushed her shirt aside with a shy look, faking confidence. It turned Harry on even more, "You are so beautiful... perfect."

She was at least an E-cup, he decided, still mostly firm, though he was sure at her size she would sag a fair bit as she aged. Still, magic could do a lot, and Susan clearly cared for her skin. Her nipples and areolae were a light brown almost the color of her freckles, and the tips were almost as large as his thumbnails, protruding in to the air as they faced his knees, "Fuck... One day soon, I'll have to teach you how a pair like that drives men wild, Susan. But for now... what do you want to do next?"

"I'll... I want you to cum for me," she said softly, looking up at him sincerely, "I want you to... climax, from my mouth. I don't care where."

Harry grinned, "Then this first time, I'll mark your tits- the first man to cum on them, to have them."

"The first to see them since they came in," Susan whispered.

"Yes. You're mine, you know... Others might have you for a time, but you're mine if I do that."

Susan only smiled, opened her mouth, and took him inside again.

"Okay. I've been yours," Susan agreed at once, "This just makes it officiaumph!"

Harry hadn't done it. Not to a shy girl like Susan, he wouldn't be so forceful. At least, not until she was ready. Instead, Susan herself had gobbled him down, further than even the first time, until her eyes watered and rolled back a little in her head. But she kept him down, even while she tried to swallow Harry's swollen cap into her throat, "Oh, fuck, Susan... that's... fuck!"

There was a loud sucking noise and he saw her cheeks hollow even further. Her hands came up to his hips and pushed, hard. No to push Harry out of her mouth, but to push herself off of him. Harry staggered with the force of it, the suction she had generated was unreal! He ended up falling forward onto one hand, narrowly avoiding scratching Susan as he landed. The bed bounced a second time with his weight. There, with her tear-streaked face, eye liner just starting to run, he almost kissed her. But no... it was too soon.

Instead, Harry murmured the truth, "I want to kiss you right now... but I won't. It's too early, too soon. But that was fucking brilliant. It hurt, it was so good... but not all the time. Every once in a while, okay?"

"Okay," Susan replied quietly, "Um... are you... are you going to shag me, Harry?"

That was when he realized how close their lower bodies were, too. His engorged, saliva-slick cock was beneath Susan's skirt, and the wet heat that surrounded it could only be from her cunt... but there was a barrier, and that alone was enough to remind him that there was more at stake here than simply fulfilling his own desires. He was done with being that man.

"No, not today, I'm afraid," Harry said, then used the hand not supporting him to run through Susan's luxuriously soft hair. It was lighter in color and a lot wavier than Ginny's, but he found it equally attractive, "It's too soon for both of us, I think. But I did promise a lesson. So if you still want my cum in or on you, let's change things up, because right now I'm dying to see the rest of you, too."

Her face had fallen, which surprised Harry, when he said the first bit. But as he finished, while Susan's blush did return once more, it was closer to a light accent of heat on her cheeks. As he stood up he moved one of his hands to his dick, enjoying the sensation of his slow movements while Susan stood up, and, eyes carefully guarded but undeniably aroused, started to undress. Slowly at first, she removed her robes and tie, then sat down again to slip off her shoes and stockings, "I suppose it's only fair," she said, more to herself than Harry he thought, "if... you're the first boy I've seen, then... You'll be the first boy to see me. All of me. I hope it's, well... to your liking."

"Believe me," Harry exhaled as she stood up once more, her heavy breasts swaying with the movement, "I'm going to. I already do. You really are very pretty, you know."

"Not like Lyra, or Katie, or Padma and Parvati, or Lavender, or-"

"You are not them, so no, you aren't pretty like them," Harry interrupted her, "You are pretty like Susan Bones. Trust me, Susan... I want you. I really do. Just look at my cock, do you see how dark it's turning? That's arousal."

She looked down at him before opening the side of her skirt, her hips too curvy to just push it down, and gasped. He was indeed swollen enough that even without magic it looked like he had gained an inch, and the color was starting to look more like that one vein in Vernon Dursley's head when he was particularly upset.

Thinking about his uncle, thankfully, helped... if only for a moment. Because thoughts of the man- was he dead, now, Harry idly wondered, or just in hospital...?- were quickly pushed to the wayside when Susan grabbed him with one hand again, "It's so hard..."

"For you. It's hard for you, Susan."

She looked up at him, then whispered, "I suppose I'd better take responsibility, then."

Her skirt, open now, slithered to the floor past creamy legs. Only clad now in black lace knickers that matched the bra she had already taken off, Harry gazed on the pale, freckled skin, slightly rounded tummy, and curved, thick thighs, and narrower waist than he had expected with awe.

Susan was not a thin girl, but she was hardly overweight. If anything, she was just more muscular than anyone he'd been with, almost as well-toned as a Muggle athlete or swimmer, without the pronounced muscle of a bodybuilder. He hadn't even noticed before, because of the draw her breasts had on his eyes, but now Harry was even more in awe. He gulped, and felt his dick pulse once more with need.

But he was its master, not the other way around. Not anymore, "You are so, so beautiful. Lay down, my dear. You can leave them on for now... it'll be more fun later."

She nodded, then stepped back and sat before crawling backward onto the bed. Harry followed a little less sedately, and settled in to lay next to Susan. He looked down at her, propped up on one elbow so that hand could play with her hair, tracing along the shell of her ear to make Susan tremble. The other hand, he used to take hers and guide it to his cock, "You can keep rubbing. But now it's time for me to teach you a few erogenous zones you might not have known about... on yourself. Just a few simple ones, for now."

"And... And what's after that?"

Harry smiled, "Then I'm going to make you scream my name to the heavens... with just my fingers, and maybe my mouth."

Her lips parted, and a soft, pink tongue slid around them, spreading moisture. Harry watched, and again had to fight the urge to suck on it, to kiss her deeply and long... but for now, he resisted. He did lean low, and hiss in her ear, "This summer, you and I are going to be doing a lot of practice. But we should get to know each other a bit more before we kiss. I want to, so badly, but I won't. Soon, I hope. Is that okay with you?"

Susan whimpered, but nodded.

"Good. Now, ears... just around the shell, of course... or you can- mnnlp- lick the earlobe, suckle on it... nibble and kiss just below it, right... here..."

Susan shuddered again at his actions, and he watched her bare nipples tighten even further as she reacted to the faint, gentle touches of finger and mouth, "And of course, you know about the breasts. I could suck on your nipples, pinch them, roll them in my fingers- the whole thing's very sensitive."

Susan nodded, "I- I know."

"Good, so you know a little. But I'm not going to. Consider it an exercise in self-restraint on my end- please don't think there's anything wrong with them, or with you. It really is just- just me seeing if I can hold myself back. A test of will... and a hard one."

"Your p- d- dick is hard," Susan whispered, a small smile wavering on her still anxious face.

"That it is. Hard for you."

"I know," she said, quieter, almost inaudible, "I..."

Her words shifted into a moan as Harry trailed a finger down the deepest part of the valley between Susan's huge tits, not quite touching either really, to her navel. It dipped inside there, "This is one some people find very erotic, and some not... it seems you do."

Susan's breathing hitched as he rubbed her deep navel, and she nodded, "I- I didn't know that... but yes, I do. I think."

"Armpits... you smell divine. You work out, don't you?"

"Yes. Auntie taught me physical fitness is very important, and can- can save your life against less healthy witches and wizards."

"She's right. That's one of the benefits of the Runes, that extra stamina and strength also makes you heal faster from a workout, so you get even more benefits. I didn't look like this last year- but this part's all natural from a long summer full of exercise."

"It's worth it," Susan told him seriously, "Because you look amazing."

"Thank you," Harry said, blushing himself at the compliment he didn't need empathy to know was entirely sincere, "You're stunning yourself- I don't think I've ever seen a witch so well-toned." He didn't let her respond. Instead, Harry dipped his face into the hollow beneath her arm... it was so pungent, not smelly but with a definite odor of sweat and effort along with the particular scent that was all Susan, he couldn't help but inhale, then dart his tongue out, running along the clean-shaven hollow.

She shuddered again, "Oh, Merlin..."

"You like that?"

"Mm, hmm..."

Harry licked again, and a third time, until Susan squeaked again, "Hah... I didn't think that'd be a turn-on for me, but watching your reactions was," he said with a smile, "You're really very cute, you know that? That little mouse noise..."

"Sh- Shut up..."

"Nah... Don't forget to wank me, Susan. There's a good girl... the hollow here, just above your thighs. That's very sensitive. Any place there's a nerve cluster, a place you might be ticklish, can be arousing, too. I can see this one isn't super strong on you, but you definitely shivered a little."

"Yes," Susan sighed, "just a little. It feels- feels nice."

Harry moved down now, sitting up to lift one of Susan's voluptuous thighs vertical, her lower leg held across his body, "The toes..."

He kissed one, then suckled... like her armpits, they stank just a little but mostly with feminine musk. It wasn't nearly as unpleasant as he'd feared, and the bottoms were so smooth! Moving had pulled his shaft out of Susan's reach, but... "You can also pleasure a man this way."

He moved again, this time to spread her knees wide as he moved between them, her legs settling over his, and brought Susan's soles to either side of his erection, "Just rub that way... You know, I've never had a foot-job? Your feet are so soft, and you're the first one to do this to me."

"R- Really?"

Harry nodded, "I thought about it with Lilith... she showed me a lot of porn while she was teaching me all this stuff, but somehow we never got around to it. It's not really a fetish I have, but I have to admit... It feels brilliant. So soft."

"Thank you," Susan sighed, and visibly put more effort into rubbing her feet up and down Harry's cock, either alternating or going together.

"You can also sometimes enjoy a touch to the calve, or- one of my favorites- the inside of a person's thigh, over that big vein just below the crotch. This is a good position for me to touch you there..."

Susan jumped as his thumbs pressed in, but she didn't stop moving, "Ooh... that's... that's really nice," she moaned.

He massaged her there for several seconds, then, with more regret than he had expected, pulled away and settled her feet back down, "The small of your back, your rump- which looks delicious, by the way- there's dozens, hundreds of places you might never have thought about. But for now... Susan, if it's alright with you, I'd really, really like to rub your beautiful pussy."

"Okay," she said at once, all hesitation gone. She reached for her knickers...

Harry put a hand on hers, "No... stop. As much as I'd like that, I also want you to be fully comfortable."

"I am," Susan protested.

But Harry shook his head, "For now. You might not be later. Trust me, okay? Believe me, I can get you off with them on. For now, let's just reposition, okay?"

She nodded, a bit confused. Harry got up onto his knees and walked around her that way to lean against the headboard, his legs wide. She was sitting up by then, watching him. He beckoned her on, "Come, lean against me, open your legs like this. You can rest, lean back, and I'll do the work."

"But- But what about you?"

"Your dedication to my pleasure is nice," Harry assured her, "but for now, just let me do this, please? I'll make you cum. Then, if you still have the energy, you can please me and I can do you again. If you're too worn out, then I'll go find the others. Okay?"

"A- Alright. I would really like to, though," she reminded him, "I mean, have you... or taste you, or..."

"I remember. Come on, Susan... there you go."

She looked even more beautiful, Harry decided, from above as she leaned back against him. Both of his hands covered her breasts now, as he let himself enjoy the feel and heft of them, "Hah... your willpower isn't that great, huh?" Susan teased, breathing quickly.

"Harder to resist than the Imperius," Harry replied, meaning every word.

"It- It feels good..."

"Thanks. You look and feel amazing yourself. Ron's going to be so jealous..."

Susan whimpered, "You won't tell him...?"

"If you don't want me to, no," Harry murmured into her thick hair, "But he probably already assumes. He might expect or want you to do things with him, especially after you get some Runes... but remember, you don't have to. Consent is everything."

"Okay," she said, and surprised him again by continuing, "I don't mind, really... distant cousins, and all, though. He's a good-looking bloke. N- Neville, too."

Harry grinned, "Does Hannah know you fancy him?"

"We talked about it when- when you first told us he fancied one of us," Susan reminded him, "Last year."

"Oh, that's right, I'd totally forgotten. Can I tell you a secret? About Neville?"

She shrugged.

"He knew what underwear you were both wearing that day- and so did I. A potion let us see it. He was so embarrassed! But it was something I felt like I had to do to help him, you know, work up the nerve to talk to one of you. I wasn't sure who he fancied at the time."

"Hannah thought it was both of us."

"It might've been... but they're good together. Are you envious of her?"

"Not anymore," Susan replied, and twisted to kiss Harry's cheek, then turned back and settled once more, "Not... not as long as you keep your promise. Don't make me wait too long. I have... urges, too."

"I know, and I won't," Harry promised her, "This summer, at latest. I swear. I want to protect everyone I care about, and the Runes are important to that... but I won't use Runes for the first time. It's too overwhelming. So it does need to be fairly early so you can get settled into the extra power before school starts back up. That, and, you know, I'm very excited to be with you... but for now..."

One hand drifted down the very firm mound of her belly, and dipped without hesitation inside the knickers. He found fur there, much more than he had expected, "You don't shave? Or use the charm?"

"Never had a need," Susan murmured, "I know it, though."

He shrugged, "I don't mind, but if you don't mind I also like a good trim or shaved. It's just... well, hair gets caught in teeth when you're going down on someone."

She shuddered, but Harry was not sure if it was the image, the idea, or his fingers slipping into her soft, very wet, meaty folds, "I'll start, then. Tonight."

"No rush, just whenever you're comfortable with it."

She nodded, and his fingers went to work, "Inner folds are the most sensitive, but without a real warm-up can be too much to touch this way at first. I won't put more than a knuckle or two inside, just in case- I don't want to hurt you, and the hymen isn't at the same depth for everyone."

"Okay. It's... it's still really nice. Better than it feels when I do it. Even better than Hannah."

"Hannah's rubbed you?"

Susan nodded, and he felt her back heat against his chest as she whispered, "She- she was trying to show me how to... to orgasm. It didn't work, but I pretended it did. I think she knew, though."

"Hannah's a good friend, probably didn't want to embarrass you."

"Is... is she good? At- at sex?"

"Very," Harry told her, "but don't compare her to yourself. She, uh... well, everyone's different, but Hannah seemed very eager for her own reasons to get things ramping up between us. I know some of it was to win over Neville, but..."

"She said you had a very nice penis. She was right."

Harry smiled, "Oh, yeah, I'd almost forgotten she was one of the girls who blew me in the broom closets... kinky girl."

Then, mentally toward his Succubus, "That's the one time you ever lied to me, wasn't it?"

"What, Master?"

"When you said the girls who gave me blowjobs in the broom closets were the same girls."

"... Maybe..."

"I'm not mad, Pet," Harry sent amusement over the bond, "Though it does prove I was wrong that you can't lie to me. I'm glad I know you don't often, though. Having fun?"

"Intense fun. You?"

"Susan is a delight. Not much longer and I think we'll be done, and I'll head out."

"Good. Luna's eager to get going, everyone is mostly just teasing her while having fun with each other. Poor girl's so wound up already, I think she'll explode soon."

"That'll be a sight to see. I'll try to wind up, then. Have fun!"

"You too, Master. Mm... yes, she is delightfully yummy. I had no idea she was so fit."

The connection closed back to its normal, dormant state before Harry could respond, and he didn't bother sending another back. Instead, he focused on the girl in his arms, "Alright, Susan... just relax. Pinch your nipples if you want. Maybe suckle on one, if you can reach. Rest on hand on mine in your knickers, and just follow along..."

"Okay..."

He moved, his fingers sliding up and down her slick channel, and then the first knuckle of the thickest, middle finger slipped in, and she gasped. His thumb pushed hers out as his hand turned sideways, to press on her clit, which was small but almost rock-hard beneath its hood, "It might take some practice," he told her, "but if you can push a finger or two in and out while also rubbing your clit with your thumb, that's enough for most girls."

"H- Hannah showed me that, but..."

"Hm. Maybe you were too nervous, or tense. Anxiety can make it hard, so can fear. Or... maybe her timing was just off. I get to cheat a bit, I can feel your response to what I do with my empathic abilities. So I know right away if it's working or not. I know you like this... and you want me to speed up."

She sighed as he did, her hips involuntarily shifting toward his hand, seeking more.

Harry slowly pushed the finger inside her further, mindful of her hymen, but he couldn't feel it when the second knuckle hit the entrance, "That's deep enough... but you want more, I know. Sorry, sweetie... for now, this should be enough. Just let yourself relax. Surrender to the feelings. Let it go... let yourself feel so good."

"I do," Susan sighed, "It's already so good. Better than Hannah did, and you just- just started."

"Keep relaxing, then," Harry assured her, his voice low and soothing enough that he felt her response to the rumble at her back as a soft wave of sonic enjoyment, "Sink into it. Revel in the relaxation, the pleasure. Know that I care, I want you to have pleasure, to feel safe. I want you to cum for me, Susan."

She didn't say anything, but her breathing increased in pace along with his fingers, one plunging in and out to the second knuckle, the other whirring in tiny little circles right over her hood, "S- Something's happening," she whimpered after a minute or more, "it's... it's too much. It's so much, it's so good, Harry. Harry, I- I can't sto- stop, stop, sto-aaaaaaaaaaahhhHhhhh..."

The crescendo was almost anticlimactic, though the evidence of climax jetted through the black lace of Susan's panties in a fine mist with the force of her squirt when she finally let go. Her body trembled and shook against him, and Harry's hand slowed but did not still as he rode with her through it, her body a delightful, shivering presence against his shaft pinned between them.

Finally, she was back to herself, and Harry removed his hand from her knickers. Two fingers were held toward her face, "Taste yourself, dear Susan... taste your pleasure but leave some for me."

She seemed hesitant, but opened her lips just enough for Harry to push two fingers inside. She suckled gamely, too, as he murmured, "That's your first real orgasm you're tasting, yeah? It tastes good, doesn't it?"

She moaned, turning toward him with the urging of his fingers in her mouth. When he was able to see her eyes, he found them half-lidded, glassy... but shining with happiness. When she'd had her fill, Harry pulled them out and suckled on the last finger himself. She was sweet, tart, a bit sour, almost like a salty-sugar candy, with a little bit of citrus fruit mixed in, "You taste so good, Susan. I'm going to love going down on you when I get the chance."

"Mm... it was weird, but I did like it," she replied, "Um... I'm kind of tired, but I want..."

"It's alright," Harry assured her, then stroked a hand through her hair, "I know, that took a lot out of you. Just rest. I'll still be here if you want more, you know, later. Just... rest..."

She was asleep, his Eye of Dominance putting her under as effectively as any spell or potion specifically for that purpose. Harry gently slipped out from behind her and settled her in the bed manually, then flipped the covers over her before he moved to take up his wand. Not that he feared leaving it. He even left his clothes, but the wand might be useful for fun. With a flick, he wordlessly settled and folded Susan's on the foot of the bed, then slipped through the curtain.

As first lessons went, it was probably the most fun he'd ever had in his life, and he couldn't wait for more. Well... maybe second. There was, after all, Lilith's first blowjob, too. That was hard to top.