One of the earliest ideas that I had. Originally it was Harry makes pansy suck his dick for hours on end because she won't shut the fuck up, but then it kind of evolved and spiraled out of control lol.
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Right now I have early access to stimulation theory chapters, as well as the first chapter of a horror story about Harry and Astoria becoming serial killers available. The horror story is currently available to the top tier, but will become accessible to more as the weeks go on leading up to its release.
For my longer more serious stories I don't think I'm going to keep much to a set schedule, the smut is more of a fun project for me. The long ones I want to make sure are perfect, so it will take more time.
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The Gryffindor common room buzzed with the typical weekend chatter, a mix of laughter and the crackling of the fireplace. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting warm, dusty beams across the worn, plush couches. Harry Potter sat comfortably, his glasses perched low on his nose as he pored over a thick book, seemingly oblivious to the lack of clothing that covered his body. His eyes darted over the pages, occasionally looking up to shoot a grin at his friend Hermione Granger, who was nestled in an armchair across from him, her own book open on her lap.
Pansy Parkinson, on the other hand, was less concerned with reading. On her knees before Harry, her eyes were wide and focused, her full, pink lips wrapped tightly around his erect cock. She took him in deep, her cheeks hollowing with each bob, her dark brown hair tickling his thighs. Harry's hand rested gently on the back of her head, guiding her rhythm as he moaned quietly, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness of the room. His eyes fluttered shut, and his breath grew shallower as he felt the pressure building in his loins.
The room's warmth was palpable, and the scent of the old books mixed with the faint aroma of Pansy's perfume and the musky scent of arousal. The soft, wet sounds of her sucking filled the air, punctuated by the occasional gasp or moan that Harry couldn't quite suppress. The velvety cushions of the couch cradled his bare ass as he leaned back, his legs spread open to give Pansy better access. His toes curled against the cool stone floor, the sensation sending a shiver up his spine.
"Hermione," Harry began, his voice a bit strained, "have you figured out how to solve that third riddle in Arithmancy yet?" He managed to ask, tearing his gaze from the sight of Pansy's eager mouth. Hermione looked up from her book, her brown eyes warm and inviting, a lock of her bushy hair falling over her forehead. She tapped her quill against her teeth, considering his question.
Pansy, unfazed by the conversation, continued her ministrations, her tongue licking up the length of Harry's shaft with slow, deliberate strokes. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge in them that Harry found incredibly arousing. He shifted his weight, his cock pulsing in her mouth as he tried to concentrate on the academic matter at hand.
"Not quite, Harry," Hermione replied, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She set her book aside, pushing her glasses up her nose. "But I've got a few ideas. Why don't you come over here and we can work on it together?"
"Oh this couch is bigger, why don't you come over here with me instead?" Harry suggested, his voice a bit breathier than he intended as Pansy's tongue traced the sensitive underside of his length. Hermione nodded, closing her book and setting it aside. She approached the couch with a grace that belied the curiosity that was commonly associated with her inquisitive mind.
As she did, Pansy's mouth slid off Harry's cock, her teeth grazing the tip before she took one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it around with a gentle suction that had Harry's toes curling even harder. His hand reached out, his fingers finding the hem of Hermione's shirt. He tugged it up and over her head in one swift motion, revealing her small, perky breasts with their tight pink nipples. Hermione's cheeks flushed a deep red, but she didn't protest.
"Ah, that's...that's better," Harry murmured, his eyes taking in the sight of Hermione's bare chest. He leaned back into the couch, his hand moving to cup one of her breasts. "Now, where were we?"
Hermione giggled, a bit nervously, as she took a seat next to him, accidentally brushing against Pansy's shoulder as she did, resulting in a glare from the girl on her knees. "The third Arithmancy riddle," she said, her voice a little shaky. She reached for her wand, which was lying on the floor beside Pansy, and pointed it at her book, which floated over to the couch. The pages flipped open to the riddle they had been struggling with. "It's about the numerical value of the number seven, I believe?"
Ignoring the academic distraction, Harry grabbed a fistful of Pansy's hair and gently but firmly pushed her head back down onto his erection. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she took him back in without hesitation, her throat stretching around his thickness. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a muffled moan that vibrated along Harry's shaft, sending a bolt of pleasure through his body. He held her there for a moment, watching her face contort with the effort of deep-throating him, before turning back to face Hermione, as he felt the breath coming out of Pansy's nose across the freshly shaved stubble of his pubic hair. "I figured it was about numerical values, but I was thinking about the Fibonacci Sequence, but that would not fit. Since you think it's 7 maybe it's about the prime numbers?" It took all of his strength to keep his voice level as the tip of Pansy's tongue hit the base of his cock as she was held in place.
Pansy's hands gripped Harry's thighs tightly, her nails digging into his skin. He winced but didn't let go of her hair, holding her in place as he felt his climax approaching. Hermione, her own curiosity piqued, leaned closer, her breath hot on Harry's neck. "Let's see," she murmured, her voice a mix of excitement and arousal. She began to trace the numbers in the air with her wand, her eyes following the patterns they made.
Finally, Harry could take no more. He released Pansy's hair, and she gasped for air, her cheeks red and puffy. She immediately took one of his balls into her mouth again, sucking gently as she caught her breath. Harry's hand found Hermione's, and he guided it to his cock. Her eyes went wide, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she wrapped her soft, warm fingers around him, tentatively at first, then with more confidence as she felt Harry's pulse beneath her palm.
"I don't know," she murmured with desire, "prime numbers are interesting, but..." Her words trailed off as Harry guided her hand to stroke him, her small, soft fingers a stark contrast to the wet warmth of Pansy's mouth. She started off slow, her eyes never leaving Harry's as she felt the smooth skin of his erection glide beneath her touch. Harry's hand hovered over hers, a gentle pressure guiding her motions until she found a rhythm that made him sigh.
Hermione mused, her eyes flicking back to the book, "But something seems... off. Let me think," she murmured, her brow furrowed in concentration. The tip of Harry's cock was now a deep shade of purple, the veins pulsing visibly beneath her grasp.
Her strokes grew more confident, her thumb circling the sensitive spot just beneath the head as Pansy's mouth focused on the base of Harry's cock. Every now and then, Pansy's tongue would flick out, tasting the air, and would inadvertently graze Hermione's knuckles. Each accidental touch sent a jolt through Harry, and he could feel his body tightening, his balls drawing closer to his body.
With a sudden jolt, Harry reached over and slipped his hand down the front of Hermione's jeans. He felt the heat radiating from her, the soft fabric of her panties already damp with anticipation. He found her clit with ease, the little nub standing proud and swollen beneath his touch. Hermione gasped, her hand faltering for a moment before resuming its strokes. Her eyes were wide with surprise, but they never left Harry's.
"The riddle," Hermione said, her voice strained with the effort to keep her thoughts on the task at hand, "it's got to be something like... a prime number that, when multiplied by the sum of its digits, equals a number with a digit sum of seven."
Her voice was a mix of concentration and the effort to keep her composure as Harry's fingers danced over her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Meanwhile, Pansy had switched back to tracing her tongue across his sack, her eyes still on his face, watching for his reaction. Harry's grip on her hair tightened, his eyes glazed with lust as he nodded along with Hermione's explanation, not really listening to the words but enjoying the sound of her voice.
Without warning, Harry leaned forward and grabbed Hermione's head, guiding it down towards his cock. She looked surprised but didn't resist, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the velvety tip brush against her lips. The suddenness of the action made her heart race, and she could feel her pussy growing wetter by the second... And so could Harry.
"Use your tongue," Harry instructed, his voice low and husky. Hermione's eyes widened, but she did as she was told, her tongue darting out to touch the head of Harry's cock tentatively. It was hot and salty, and she was surprised by how much she liked the taste of him. Pansy watched with rapt attention, her own mouth momentarily forgotten as she saw Harry's eyes roll back in his head at the sensation.
Encouraged by Harry's approving groan, Hermione grew bolder, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, tasting him more thoroughly. Her strokes grew faster, her hand still moving up and down his shaft as she explored his body with a newfound curiosity. Harry's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, urging her to take him deeper. She felt a thrill of power at the way he responded to her touch, his hips jerking slightly with each pass of her tongue.
Meanwhile, Pansy's own arousal grew as she watched her two classmates explore each other. Her own hand slipped between her legs, her fingers finding her slick folds. She began to stroke herself, her movements mirroring the rhythm of Hermione's hand on Harry. Her eyes never left the scene before her, watching as Harry's cock grew even harder, the veins standing out more pronouncedly.
With a gentle push, Harry nudged the tip of his cock into Hermione's mouth. She gasped, her eyes going wide with surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took him in, her lips parting to allow him entry. Harry groaned, his hand in her hair, guiding her as she took more and more of him into her mouth.
Meanwhile, Harry reached down and grabbed Pansy's brown hair, bringing her back up to focus on his shaft. She relinquished his balls with a final, lingering kiss and took over where Hermione's hand had been, her mouth sliding over Harry's length in perfect harmony with Hermione's movements. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that Harry had never experienced before. He watched as the two girls worked together, their eyes meeting briefly before returning to their task, the unspoken challenge between them palpable. It seems like even with whatever glitch to reality had occurred, the two would still come to blows with each other in some form.
Their movements grew more urgent, Pansy's mouth working him with a fervor that made Harry's toes curl into the floor. Hermione's hand moved faster, her grip tightening as she felt his body tense. The riddle was forgotten, the book lying forgotten on the couch between them. The only thing that mattered was the moment, the connection they shared as they pushed each other to the brink of ecstasy.
With a sudden, almost violent, thrust, Harry pushed Hermione's head down until her lips met with Pansy's around his cock. The two girls looked up at him, their eyes wide with surprise and desire. For a moment, they froze, their gazes locked, before the reality of what was happening set in. Then, as if they had both been waiting for this moment, their mouths opened wider and they took him in together, their tongues touching and dancing around him.
The sensation was unlike anything Harry had ever felt before. The combination of Hermione's tentative curiosity and Pansy's practiced skill was intoxicating, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Hermione's eyes searched his for approval, and he gave it to her with a nod and a groan, urging her to keep going.
With his free hand, still in her jeans, he found her cunt slick with desire, her folds parting easily as he slid two digits into her warm, wet depths. She gasped around his cock, her body tensing for a moment before she relaxed into the feeling. Harry began to pump his fingers in and out of her, exploring her with gentle strokes that grew more insistent with each passing second.
Hermione's eyes squeezed shut as Harry's hand worked its magic, her hips moving in sync with his thrusts. Her mouth grew wetter, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Pansy watched, her own hand moving faster between her legs as she felt Harry's cock tighten in her mouth, his thick veins twitching long his length as she trailed her tongue up and down the bulging lines, signaling his approaching climax.
The warmth of Harry's hand on her neck was the only thing grounding Hermione as her body was taken over by waves of pleasure. Harry's thumb brushed against her clit, sending shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but moan around his cock. The vibration from her voice seemed to add to his enjoyment, and he pushed her down further, his hips rocking up to meet her.
The moment was building, the tension in the room edged with desire. And then, with a strangled cry, Harry's cock pulsed, and he came, spurts of hot cum filling Hermione's mouth. She gagged slightly but kept her eyes on his, her hand stroking him through his orgasm.
The warmth of Harry's release filled Hermione's mouth, and she swallowed instinctively. However, the amount was too much, and she gagged, some of the thick, salty fluid escaping her lips. It landed on Pansy's cheek, a rogue drop sliding down her chin and onto her neck. Pansy's eyes narrowed, but she didn't miss a beat. She licked the remnants off her skin, her eyes never leaving Harry's.
Her tongue danced over the trail of cum, savoring the flavor that was a mix of Harry's potent essence and Hermione's sweet saliva. It was a heady combination that had her own arousal spiking even higher. She took him back in her mouth, her hand moving to cup his balls gently as she swallowed down the rest of his seed. Harry's hand in her hair tightened, his body jerking with the last of his climax.
As Hermione's mouth continued to work on him, Harry leaned over, his eyes locked on hers. "Hermione," he said, low and heavy, "I want you. Now." He didn't wait for a response before his free hand shot down to his crotch, grasping his wand from where it lay forgotten beside him. With a flick of his wrist, he murmured an incantation, and the fabric of her jeans and panties tore away, leaving her bare before him.
"Harry!" Hermione squeaked in surprise as she pulled away from his cock, but the shock quickly gave way to a thrill of excitement. She could feel the cool air of the common room against her exposed skin, and she shivered with anticipation. Harry's eyes lit up with mischief as he watched her, his cock still standing proud in front of her face.
With surprising strength, Harry helped Hermione to her feet, his hand still tangled in her hair. He gently guided her to straddle him, her knees planted firmly on the couch cushions. The position left her ass hovering just above Pansy's face, and the girl's eyes lit up with a predatory glint. Without missing a beat, she leaned forward, and spit on Hermione's exposed cunt.
"Pansy, that wasn't very nice. I know you weren't trying to help out." Harry's voice was a mix of command and warning, "I want your tongue out on my cock." Pansy's eyes flashed with something akin to anger, but she obeyed, placing the tip of her tongue out so the tip was slightly bent downwards onto his shaft. Harry's hand slipped from her hair to the base of his cock, positioning himself at Hermione's entrance.
With a gentle nudge, Harry began to push himself into Hermione. She was tight, and the head of his cock met resistance. Hermione's eyes widened, and she bit her lip, her breath leaving her as her soul seemed to leave her. Harry leaned in, kissing her softly, his thumb brushing over her cheekbone. "Relax," he murmured against her mouth,
He pushed again, the tip of his penis forcing its way into the familiar tightness of her sex, as Hermione's eyes squeezed shut, and she let out a muffled cry, her nails digging into his shoulders. Harry paused, giving her a moment to adjust to the new sensation. "Look at me," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.
When she opened her eyes, he saw the doubt and fear in them, and his heart clenched. He pulled her into a tight embrace, her breasts pressing against his chest, and held her close, his cock still buried inside her. "You're okay," he murmured into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "I've got you."
For a moment, they stayed like that, unmoving, their hearts pounding in sync with the crackling fire. Harry felt Hermione's body start to relax against his, her breathing evening out. He stroked her back gently, his thumbs tracing circles on her spine. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.
Hermione nodded, her eyes still squeezed shut. "Oh God, it's so big," She trailed off, unable to find the words. Harry pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his grip on her tightening. "It's okay," he assured her, his voice steady. "Just breathe with me. You've done it before you can do it again."
They sat there for a few moments, the only sounds in the room their mingled breaths and the crackle of the fire. Harry felt Hermione's body start to relax, her muscles loosening around his cock. He took that as his cue to begin moving again, pulling out slightly before pushing back in. Her walls clenched around him, and he had to fight the urge to thrust deeper, harder, faster.
As he began to move, Harry felt Pansy's tongue against his dick, her breath hot on his sensitive skin. He glanced down to see her looking up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and lust. He smirked, enjoying the sight of her mouth open and waiting for him to lower Hermione onto her face. With a gentle push, Harry's cock slid out of Hermione's mouth, and her ass descended onto Pansy's waiting face.
Pansy's eyes widened in shock as she felt the warmth of Hermione's juices on her tongue. She had not been expecting this, but the taste was surprisingly intoxicating. It was a mix of sweet and salty, with an undertone of something metallic that sent a shiver down her spine. Harry watched, his own desire spiking at the sight of Pansy's mouth forced onto Hermione's cunt, her nose buried in ass.
With a firm grip on Hermione's hips, Harry began to rock her back and forth, her ass sliding along Pansy's face. Each movement brought a fresh wave of flavor to Pansy's mouth, and she couldn't help but start to lick and suck at the tender flesh above her. Hermione's eyes were wide with shock and arousal, her body shaking as she adjusted to the sensation of Harry inside her and Pansy's mouth on her lower labia. He loved just how vocal Hermione got, but made the effort to tune her out, focusing on The Slytherin girls' efforts instead.
"Pansy," Harry said, his voice a low rumble, "make sure she's enjoying herself." Pansy's eyes narrowed, but she didn't stop her ministrations. Instead, she doubled her efforts, her tongue delving into Hermione's folds, tasting her deeply. Harry's hand found Hermione's clit, and he began to rub it in time with his thrusts, his other hand still buried in her hair, holding her in place.
"Hermione," he whispered, "you're so beautiful. Tell me how it feels." Hermione's eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze.
"It feels... full," she murmured, her voice shaky. "And... good. Really good." The admission seemed to spur Harry on, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, slapping sound that filled the room. "How... How do I feel?"
"Like heaven, as always." Harry said, his voice strained. "So warm, so tight." His hand moved from her hip to her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive nub. Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw her head back, her mouth opening in a silent scream. Pansy's tongue flicked at Harry's cock, her own need evident in every movement.
"Now, Pansy," Harry said, his voice firm. "Up here." He reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her up towards Hermione's ass. Pansy's eyes met Harry's, and for a moment, there was a silent struggle of wills. Then, with a snarl, she obeyed, her mouth moving up to Hermione's tight hole in a light kiss.
"What are you doing?" Hermione gasped, her eyes wide with shock and arousal. Harry didn't answer, instead, he just smirked and held Pansy's head in place, her nose buried between Hermione's cheeks.
"Pansy is here to learn how to shut her mouth and not be disrespectful towards my friends. She wouldn't shut her mouth earlier, so we're going to put it to work." Harry's voice was a mix of authority and passion, his grip on Pansy's hair unyielding.
"But Harry," Hermione gasped, her eyes widening as she felt Pansy's warm breath against her anus, "I don't know if..."
"Shh," Harry whispered, his eyes locked on hers, "just trust me. You are my best friend, I would never do anything to hurt you." With a firm push, he guided Pansy's face closer, her tongue making contact with the tight ring of muscle. Hermione tensed, but Harry's thumb remained on her clit, the steady rhythm of his strokes keeping her arousal high.
Pansy's tongue tentatively ran across Hermione's asshole, the taste of her fear and anticipation mixing with the scent of Harry's cum. Harry leaned in closer, his mouth capturing one of Hermione's stiff nipples, sucking and nibbling on it as he watched the scene unfold. Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head, the dual sensations of Harry's mouth and Pansy's tongue sending her spiraling.
Pansy's tongue grew bolder, her initial anger and resentment forgotten in the face of Harry's command. She felt the muscles of Hermione's ass, soft yet toned, clench around her face, the sensation making her own pussy throb with desire. She licked and kissed the sensitive skin, feeling Harry's cock slide in and out of Hermione's cunt as his balls came up and bounced on her throat, the sounds of their fucking echoing through the common room.
Hermione's breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling with each thrust. Harry's hand was still on her clit, his thumb moving in tight circles, driving her closer and closer to the edge. The feel of Pansy's tongue on her ass was foreign, but it sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her clench around Harry's cock.
"Oh Harry," she moaned, her voice ragged with desire. "It feels so much better than I remembered."
Her nails dug into his shoulders as she rose and fell on his hard length, her hips moving in an erratic rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. Harry's eyes were locked onto hers, watching her face contort with pleasure, his own features a mask of concentration and desire.
"Do you like it, Hermione?" he panted, his voice thick with lust. "Does Pansy's mouth feel good on you?"
Her eyes widened, and she nodded fervently, unable to form coherent words. The sensation of Pansy's tongue probing her was overwhelming, sending her spiraling closer to the precipice of climax. She had never felt so open, so exposed, and yet she craved it.
"Y-yes," she managed to choke out, her voice strained. "It's... it's incredible."
Pansy, hearing the pleasure in Hermione's voice, rolled her eyes but didn't stop. She could feel Harry's cock sliding in and out of the brunette, her own juices mixing with Harry's, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at being reduced to a mere side note in their passionate reunion. Yet, she pressed on, determined to prove she was just as skilled, if not more so, than the books she knew Granger had probably read about such things. Her tongue danced around Hermione's tight hole, teasing and probing, as if trying to coax a secret from it.
Pansy took the opportunity to push her tongue deeper, penetrating Hermione's tight hole. It was a new sensation, unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she couldn't help but be drawn into the intimate dance the three of them had started. Harry's eyes never left hers, his hand guiding her movements, pushing her to explore even further.
Hermione's body was a whirlwind of sensation. Harry's cock was still buried deep inside her, his slow, steady strokes making her pussy clench around him. And now, Pansy's tongue was pushing into her ass, a place she had never even considered before, but the feeling was overwhelming. She felt so full, so exposed, but it was intoxicating.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as Harry's thumb worked her clit in perfect rhythm with his hips. She could feel the tension building, her orgasm approaching like a freight train, and she knew it was going to be powerful. But she had no idea just how powerful.
With a scream that was muffled by Harry's shoulder, Hermione came, her body convulsing around his cock. It was as if a dam had broken, and a flood of pleasure surged through her. Her pussy clamped down on him, milking him, and she felt a rush of wetness, a sign that she was creaming. Harry's eyes went wide as he watched his cock disappear into her, the cream coating him in a thick, white glaze.
The orgasm went on and on, waves of pleasure crashing over her like a never-ending tide. Harry's hand didn't stop moving on her clit, and she could feel him swelling inside her, his own climax approaching. Pansy's tongue in her ass was a constant presence, the sensation so intense it was almost painful, but it only added to the ecstasy.
With a final, deep thrust, Harry pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He looked down at Pansy, face still buried in Hermione's soft round ass and he knew what he wanted next. "Clean me up," he ordered, his voice low and commanding.
Reluctantly, Pansy pulled away, her eyes flashing with anger and desire. She licked her lips before lowering her mouth to his cock. Harry watched as she took him in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him clean. He felt his cock harden even more at the sight of her, her eyes never leaving his as she tasted their mingled flavors.
With a final lick, Pansy sat back, her chin glistening with their combined juices. Harry took a moment to appreciate the sight before gently helping Hermione to turn around. She was still trembling, her legs shaking from the intensity of her orgasm, but she obeyed, her eyes never leaving his. He positioned her so that she was straddling Pansy's face, her own eyes widening as she took in the sight before her while Harry slid back into her pussy from behind.
Hermione's hand hovered over Pansy's head for a moment, unsure of what to do. Harry took her hand in his, guiding it to the back of her head. "It's okay," he murmured in her ear, his breath hot and ragged, "make her do it." With a gentle but firm push, Hermione's hand made contact with Pansy's hair, her fingers curling into the soft strands.
Pansy's eyes shot up to Harry's, and this time it was pure rage in her gaze and embarrassment. But she didn't resist, instead, she took a deep breath and went back to work, her tongue lapping at Hermione's sensitive folds. The taste of Harry's precum and Hermione's arousal was driving her wild, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of power in her submissive role. Her own hand slipped back between her legs, her fingers moving in a frantic rhythm. Her spitefulness manifested in the way she avoided eye contact with Hermione, focusing solely on Harry. She knew that every moan and whimper she elicited from her rival's mouth was a victory. Her movements grew more deliberate, pushing Hermione's face closer to her own wetness, making sure she couldn't ignore the sound of her own pleasure. She wanted Hermione to feel the same level of degradation she felt, but she was also acutely aware of the arousal she was feeling.
As Harry's cock glided in and out of Hermione from behind, aided by the thick layer of lubrication she had let loose onto him, Pansy could feel the tension building within herself. Her body was a maelstrom of sensation, and she was torn between the need to come and the need to obey Harry's command. With each thrust, Harry's balls slapped against Hermione's ass, his balls would thump against her throat, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Pansy knew she was close, she had been playing with herself for nearly an hour, after Harry had told her not to let herself cum. Not that she listened to him after all, he was a Gryffindor! She didn't even like him! He was just a dumb brave fit handsome quidditch player... Who was kind and stood up for his friends, and was loyal... And had an amazing body... And was the exact opposite of Draco in every way! There's no way she would like him, or follow his orders!
But she did follow his orders, didn't she? She had worshiped his cock all afternoon, had willingly probed his best friends rear with her tongue and mouth, and now she was licking Hermione's ejaculate directly out of her pussy as Harry fucked her from behind. She couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her at the idea of making the mudblood squirm with pleasure... Even if it is what that moron Potter wanted! That was just a coincidence!
Pansy felt Harry's hand on the back of her head, pushing her face harder into Hermione's cunt. She groaned, the pressure and the smell and taste of Harry and Hermione making her own pussy throb. She could feel her own orgasm approaching, a warm, pulsing heat building in her belly. She redoubled her efforts, her tongue flicking and lapping at Hermione's clit, because now she knew there was no avoiding it. She was not going to disappoint Har... Herself by letting her own orgasm distract her.
At the same time, Harry's hand reached up to cup Hermione's breast, his thumb rolling over the hardened peak. He felt her body tense, the muscles in her back and thighs tightening as he pinched and twisted her nipple. He watched as her eyes went wide with pleasure, her mouth opening on a silent gasp. He knew she was close again, and could feel her pussy spasming around his cock with each shallow thrust.
"Oh, Harry," Hermione moaned, her voice muffled by the fabric of the couch. "I'm going to cum again... It's like I didn't stop the first time, oh my Merlin it feels good!
"Good," Harry said, his voice strained with his own pleasure. "I love these tits of yours, Hermione. They're perfect."
Hermione blushed deeply, her eyes fluttering shut as Harry's words washed over her. "They're not that big," she murmured, her voice filled with doubt.
"They're perfect," Harry insisted, his hand squeezing her breast gently. "Just the right size for my hands." He leaned in, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "And they're all yours, all mine to play with." His voice was low and seductive, sending shivers down her spine.
With a groan, Harry's mouth found the crook of her neck, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin there. Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head, her body responding to his touch. Pansy's tongue was still working her clit, and the combined sensation was too much. She threw her head back, her body arching off the couch as she came again, her juices spilling out and coating Pansy's face.
Pansy's orgasm was almost simultaneous, her body convulsing as her own climax took her. Her hand moved between her legs, her fingers sliding into her wetness, and she felt the warmth spread through her, her pussy clenching around her hand. The scent of her own release filled the air, mingling with Harry's and Hermione's. With a moan she pulled away, unable to keep her promise to herself as she gave in to her own pleasure.
As Harry felt Hermione's walls contract around him, he realized she was not letting go as she continuously gushed out thick creamy liquid across the Slytherin's face and chest beneath her. He could feel his own orgasm built to a violent crescendo, the pressure building up within him barely able to be contained as he clenched down with all his will. With a roar, he thrust in as deep as he could, bottoming out his cock as it pushed slightly into her womb as he pulsed and released cum in thick ropes. It was legitimately the most pleasure he had ever felt in his entire life and after the third or fourth rope he forced himself to pull out with an audible pop as he left her tight hole. The first shot hit Hermione's abs, the second her chest, and the third spurted up into Pansy's face, painting her cheek and mouth with his hot, sticky seed.
Pansy's eyes were screwed shut, her mouth open in a silent grimace of her own orgasm. She could feel Harry's hot cum splatter across her cheek, and she couldn't help but stick her tongue out to catch the ropes of it that shot across her face. It was a taste she had never experienced before today, but it was somehow addictive. She swallowed greedily, the salty warmth coating her throat and sending another wave of pleasure through her body.
As Harry's orgasm subsided, Hermione collapsed backwards into his arms, her body boneless and limp. He caught her easily, his arms wrapping around her as he gently lowered her onto the couch. She was still trembling with the aftershocks of her own climax, her breathing ragged and her eyes glazed over with a mix of pleasure and exhaustion. Harry kissed her forehead, his heart swelling with affection and lust. "God you're such a size queen. Good girl. You're the best friend I could ask for."
With Hermione's head nestled against his chest, Harry's eyes drifted down to Pansy, who was still sprawled on the floor, her body quivering with the aftermath of her own release. He smirked, his cock still half-hard and glistening with their combined fluids. "You're not done yet," he said, his voice a low growl. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her face back up to his cock.
"Geez Potter. No need to be rough, you could just ask." Her eyes widened in panic before she interjected, "Not...Not like I'd listen or anything, it's not like I like you! I don't have to take your orders!"
Harry couldn't help but laugh, his chuckles rumbling through his chest. "Adorable," he murmured, letting go of her hair and stroking her cheek with a gentle thumb. "Especially when you're pretending to be mad." His eyes twinkled with mischief, and Pansy couldn't help but feel a flush of heat spread across her cheeks.
Pansy huffed, trying to maintain her indignant façade. "I'm not adorable," she protested weakly, but the fire in her eyes had dimmed to a smolder. Harry's touch was soothing, his laughter infectious. Despite herself, she found she enjoyed the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel.
Her hand hovered over his cock for a moment before she took him in her mouth again, her eyes never leaving his. This time, there was a smile playing at the corners of her lips that she couldn't quite suppress. Harry noticed the change in her demeanor and felt a thrill of victory. He had broken through her icy exterior, and she was now a willing participant in their little game. Now if only he could remember what exactly it was she did that made him want to fill her mouth so she would shut the hell up.