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I'm also about to post a chapter in a long story about Harry / Pansy put pansy is a huge fucking Tsundere about it.
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The early morning at Hogwarts was a serene affair, the castle still wrapped in the quiet embrace of sleep. Harry Potter, his stomach pleasantly full from a breakfast of eggs, toast, and pumpkin juice, decided to escape the bustle of the Great Hall. He had no plans for the day, no spells to learn, no Quidditch to practice, no battles to fight. Just a boring, delightful stretch of time to do absolutely nothing. Just like everyday. He meandered through the cool, dimly lit corridors, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls, the only sound to break the tranquility. His eyes fell upon the grand windows, which revealed a perfect blue sky with a few clouds that seemed to have been painted by a lazy artist.
The Black Lake beckoned, its surface glinting with the promise of peace and solitude. Harry walked down the winding path that led to the lake's edge, feeling the dew-kissed grass beneath his feet. He found a comfortable spot on the small, stony beach, a patch of sunlight warming the area like a cozy blanket. He lay down, his wand tucked safely in the pocket of his robe, and closed his eyes, listening to the gentle lapping of the water against the shore. The occasional distant hoot of an owl and the soft whispers of the wind through the trees were the only companions he needed.
It must have been an hour he had slept, Harry wasn't keeping track of time, when he felt the lightest of touches on his arm. He didn't startle; the touch was too gentle, too human. He cracked open an eye to see Susan Bones standing over him, her hair a fiery halo around her face in the sun. She had a gentle smile that suggested she wasn't there to bother him, just to share the tranquil morning.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice a soft melody in the silence.
"Not at all," Harry murmured, his eyes still half-closed. "Planning to do nothing with me?"
Susan chuckled lightly, lowering herself to the ground beside him. "I suppose so," she said. "Though I might have to sneak in some reading. I've got a bit of homework I've been avoiding."
Her hand reached into her bag and pulled out a worn sketchbook. She flipped it open to a fresh page, her eyes scanning the horizon as she searched for inspiration. Harry watched as she began to sketch, her hand moving with a grace that spoke of hours of practice. He was intrigued by the way she captured the light on the water, the way the shadows played on the distant hills. Her focus was complete, her pencil strokes sure and steady.
Without thinking, Harry scooted closer to Susan, drawn by her artistry and the comforting warmth she radiated. He rested his head on his folded arms, his eyes on her work. The gentle curve of her neck, the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she concentrated, it all painted a picture of quiet beauty that was impossible to ignore.
"You're pretty good at that," he said after a while, his voice a low rumble that didn't quite match the serenity of their surroundings.
Susan looked up, meeting his gaze, and a slight blush crept over her cheeks. "Thanks," she murmured, closing the book with a snap. "I enjoy it. It helps me clear my mind."
The silence stretched out between them, filled only with the rhythmic sounds of the lake and the occasional rustle of a leaf. Harry's gaze drifted from Susan's sketchbook to her chest, where her robe had fallen open just a smidge. The sight of her ample breasts straining against the fabric of her shirt was too tempting to ignore. He reached out, his hand brushing against her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin. She tensed for a moment, then relaxed as his thumb began to make small, lazy circles.
"What are you doing?" she asked, not looking at him, but her voice had a teasing lilt to it.
"Admiring the view," Harry said with a grin, his hand inching closer to the swell of her breasts.
Susan glanced down, then back up at him, her eyes holding a question. Harry took it as an invitation. He slipped his hand under her shirt, feeling the softness of her flesh. She gasped, but made no move to stop him. He cupped her breast, feeling its weight, the nipple hardening against his palm. The sensation was electrifying, sending a jolt straight to his groin. He began to knead it gently, watching as Susan's breathing grew shallow, her eyes fluttering closed.
"No bra today?"
"Not today. I don't have one that fits right, I'm planning on getting a new one next Hogsmeade trip."
"You know," Harry said, his voice thick with desire, "I've seen a lot of tits in my time here at Hogwarts. But yours, Susan... they're something else. They're the best in the castle."
Susan's eyes flew open, surprise flitting across her face. "Really?" she murmured, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I think they're too big. They hurt my back sometimes."
"Nonsense," Harry said, his thumbs now playing with her nipples, rolling them gently between his fingers. "They're perfect. What size are they?"
Susan bit her lip, a flush spreading across her cheeks. "36DD. They are way too heavy. And I can't even hide them in robes," she said with a self-deprecating chuckle.
"They're not too heavy for me," Harry murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the side of her neck. He felt her shiver under his touch before he gently pushed her back, and she allowed herself to be lowered onto the sun warmed stones, her eyes never leaving his.
With a deliberate slowness, Harry reached for the buttons on her shirt, his fingertips brushing against her skin as he deftly undid them one by one. He could feel Susan's breath quicken, her heart hammering in her chest. The shirt parted to reveal her large, firm breasts, her pink nipples already standing at attention. The sight was more than Harry could take; he had to have more of her.
He leaned down, his mouth watering as he took one of her nipples between his teeth, biting down gently before flicking it with his tongue. Susan gasped, arching her back, her hand coming up to tangle in his hair. Harry's eyes never left hers as he switched to the other breast, sucking hard, his hand palming and squeezing the one he'd abandoned. The feel of her soft flesh in his hand was heavenly, the taste of her skin like the sweetest ambrosia. He could feel himself getting harder by the second, his cock straining against the fabric of his trousers.
Her eyes were wide with surprise and pleasure, and she let out a little moan as Harry's other hand reached up to untie the knot of her robe. With a single tug, the garment fell open, revealing her loose shirt over her bare torso. He paused to take in the sight, his eyes raking over her body with a hunger that was almost painful. Her skin was pale and flawless, her breasts round and heavy, the rosy peaks begging for his attention.
"Take off your shirt," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Let me see all of you."
Susan's eyes searched his, a mix of excitement and uncertainty. Then, with a shrug that seemed to say "why the hell not," she lifted her arms and Harry helped her pull the shirt over her head, revealing her naked breasts to the open air. They bounced slightly as she settled back down, the sun kissing the pale skin. Harry felt his own chest tighten with desire.
With a gentle touch, he leaned her back onto the robe, the soft fabric cushioning her as he continued to explore her body with his hands and mouth. He took one nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth as his hand massaged the other. Susan's hands found his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as she arched into his touch. The sensation was intoxicating, a heady mix of pleasure and power. Harry's own shirt and robe were discarded without a second thought, leaving them both exposed to the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the stone beneath them.
He felt Susan's hand move tentatively down his chest, her fingertips tracing the lines of his muscles, and he knew she was feeling his heart pound against her palm. He took her hand in his, guiding it down to the growing bulge in his trousers. She gasped, her eyes wide as she felt his hardness through the fabric. He watched as she bit her lip, her cheeks flaming with arousal.
With trembling fingers, she reached for the button of his pants, fumbling slightly in her excitement. Harry's breath caught in his throat as she managed to undo it, her hand slipping inside to grasp him firmly. He groaned, the sensation of her warm hand on his skin almost too much to handle. She began to stroke him, her movements slow and tentative at first, but growing bolder with each stroke. His eyes never left hers, watching the way they darkened with desire, the way her pupils dilated.
He could feel her squirming beneath him, her body responding to his touch. Her hips rose to meet his hand as he squeezed her breasts, her mewing sounds growing louder. The precum that had gathered at the tip of his cock made her strokes slick, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge. Harry knew he couldn't hold out much longer, not with the way Susan was reacting to him. He leaned in, capturing her mouth with his, their tongues dancing together in a passionate dance that mirrored the rhythm of their hands.
He gently pushed her back down onto the robe, his hand still on her breast, his thumb playing with her nipple. "I want to try something," he murmured against her lips. Susan's eyebrows raised, curiosity piqued. Harry leaned back slightly, his hand moving from her breast to her waist. "Lie back," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. She complied, her body trembling slightly as he positioned himself over her.
Straddling her torso, he placed his cock between her breasts, the warmth of her skin against him almost too much to bear. He looked down at her, watching as Susan's eyes went wide with shock and excitement. "I've always wanted to do this," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. He began to move his hips, sliding his cock back and forth along the valley of her chest.
Susan's cheeks were a fiery red now, and she bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan as Harry's cock slid through her cleavage. Her heart pounded in her chest like a wild animal, and she felt her nipples tighten further at the thought of what was happening. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, and it was driving her wild. She watched him, his eyes closed in pleasure, his face a mask of concentration. Then, she decided to take the initiative, squeezing her tits together as she leaned in to suck the tip of his dick.
The salty taste of him filled her mouth, and she felt him jerk in surprise. Harry's eyes snapped open, and he stared down at her with a mix of shock and excitement. She took him deeper, feeling the velvety skin of his cock head against the roof of her mouth. His eyes rolled back, and he groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he began to thrust gently, fucking her tits with increasing enthusiasm.
Susan had never felt so powerful, so desired. She knew she was inexperienced, but Harry's reaction made her feel like a goddess. She squeezed her breasts around him, her tongue flicking out to taste him as he slid in and out of her grip. His hips moved faster, his breath coming in harsh pants.
"Fuck, Susan," Harry groaned, his eyes blazing with lust. "That feels so good. Tell me how much you like it."
Susan looked up at him, her cheeks still flushed from the intimate act. "I-I like it," she stuttered, feeling a thrill run through her at his crude language. It was so unlike the gentle, caring Harry she knew, but she found she liked this side of him. A lot.
Emboldened, she began to whisper sweet nothings against his cock, her voice a soft purr that sent shivers down his spine. "You're so big," she murmured, "I can feel every inch of you."
Her words were all the encouragement Harry needed. He pulled away from her breasts, the head of his cock glistening with pre-cum. He leaned forward, positioning himself so that Susan could take him in her mouth. She eagerly obeyed, her lips parting to accept him. The warm, wet heat of her mouth was like a brand, searing his senses. He watched as she took him in, her cheeks hollowing with each suck, her eyes never leaving his.
Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing the slit before she took him deeper, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Harry's hand tightened in her hair, guiding her as she bobbed up and down, her head moving with a rhythm that was almost mesmerizing. He'd had blowjobs before, of course, but none quite like this. There was something about Susan, something that set her apart from the others. She was shy, yet she took to it with a natural skill that made him wonder if she'd been holding out on him.
"Susan," he groaned, "you're a fucking natural at this."
Her eyes met his, and she nodded, her cheeks a rosy hue that matched her hair. Harry could feel his orgasm building, the base of his cock tightening as she sucked him deeper. "Tell me, Susan," he said, his voice a low growl, "do you like the taste of cock?"
Her response was to reach down with one hand, her delicate fingers wrapping around his balls and giving them a gentle squeeze. Harry's hips bucked, and he let out a hiss of pleasure. She began to jerk him off in time with her sucks, her other hand playing with his shaft, her thumb smearing the saliva that was leaking out. The sensation was overwhelming, and he knew he was going to cum soon.
"Tell me you want it," Harry rasped, his eyes boring into hers. "Tell me you want me to fill your mouth."
Susan's eyes grew wide with excitement at his words, and she nodded eagerly, her cheeks even redder than before. Harry felt his cock twitch in her mouth, and he knew he was close. "Tell me," he demanded again, his voice hoarse with need.
With a muffled sound that was somewhere between a moan and a whisper, Susan pulled away, her mouth glistening with saliva. She looked up at him with a look of pure desire. "Yes," she panted, "I want more. I want all of you."
Without another word, Harry leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her head to steady himself. He took a deep breath, savoring the moment, before he began to thrust into her mouth, his cock sliding over her tongue, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took him deeper, her throat muscles working around him as she tried to accommodate his length. Harry watched her, his eyes dark with lust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he claimed her mouth.
The tension in Harry's body grew, his muscles tightening as he approached climax. He could feel the pressure building, his balls drawing up tight against his body. Susan's eyes never left his, a silent communication of desire passing between them. He knew she could feel his need, could sense the impending release. And she met it with an eagerness that surprised and thrilled him.
With a final, desperate thrust, Harry came, his seed spurting into Susan's mouth. She took it eagerly, swallowing down the salty warmth. He pulled out slightly, his cock pulsing, and painted her face with the remaining cum. It landed on her cheek, her nose, her chin, before he allowed himself to go completely still, his chest heaving.
Susan sat up, her face a mess of cum and spit, her breasts smeared with it as well. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. "Looks like you've got a bit of a mess," he said, his voice still thick with pleasure.
Susan wiped at her face with the back of her hand, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Maybe you should clean me up," she said, her voice a seductive whisper.
"I have a better idea. Switch me places, you're going to ride my dick so you can cum as well.
Susan blushed a deep scarlet, her eyes darting away from him as she scooted over, making room for him. Harry took a moment to appreciate her willingness, her innocence a far cry to the filthy things they were about to do. Although, he supposed, with as amazing of a cocksucker that she was, maybe she wasn't entirely that innocent. He laid down, his cock standing tall and proud, still slick with her spit. "Climb on," he said, his voice low and gentle.
But as she straddled him, she seemed to shrink in on herself, her cheeks burning as she whispered, "Harry, I-I've never..."
"What is it?" Harry asked, his voice soft and reassuring. He could see the hesitation in her eyes, the fear of judgment. "If you're a virgin, that's okay. I won't judge you, I'll teach you what to do. Just tell me."
"No," Susan murmured, her voice barely a whisper. "It's not that. I'm not a... I've had sex before. But, Harry, I've never..." she trailed off, her gaze dropping to her lap.
"Never what?" Harry prompted, his voice gentle as he studied her flushed cheeks.
Susan took a deep breath, her eyes flicking back up to meet his. "Never had an orgasm," she admitted, the words coming out in a rush as if she'd been holding them back for ages. "I've tried... with myself and with others, but it just... doesn't happen."
Internally, Harry felt a sense of challenge and excitement. He'd had his fair share of sexual encounters in the simulation, but this was new. He'd never had to coax an orgasm out of a girl before. He knew this was a sensitive topic, one that could make or break a person's self-esteem, so he approached it with the care of a dragon handler.
"Don't worry, Susan," he said, his voice soothing. "We'll take this slow. I'll show you how it's done."
He reached up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped the corner of her eye. She nodded, her eyes searching his face, looking for reassurance. Harry leaned in to kiss her softly, their tongues tangling briefly before he pulled away. He could feel his cock twitch with anticipation, but he forced himself to be patient. This was about her, about making sure she felt good.
With a gentle push, Harry positioned her so that she was straddling him, his cock nestled against her wetness. "Take your time," he murmured, his hand on her back, guiding her down. "Just lower yourself onto me when you're ready."
Susan took a shaky breath, then slowly began to sink down onto him. Harry watched as her expression went from fear to wonder, her eyes going wide with shock and pleasure as she took his length. He was big, and she was tight, but she was so wet that she slid down easily, her pussy stretching around him like a glove. He groaned, the feeling of her surrounding him almost too much.
Once she had taken all of him, she sat there for a moment, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "Are you okay?" Harry asked, his voice gentle. Susan nodded, her eyes still closed, savoring the sensation. Then, with a determined look, she began to move, her hips rocking back and forth in a slow, sensual rhythm that had Harry's eyes rolling back in his head.
He watched as she found her pace, her movements growing more confident with each stroke. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the sun glinting off her hardened nipples. Harry's hand moved to her hip, his grip tightening as he matched her rhythm, his hips rising to meet her, driving himself deeper inside her with each movement. She moaned, her voice a sweet symphony of pleasure that had his blood racing.
Her eyes were locked on his, and Harry could see the beginnings of ecstasy swirling in their depths. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice a low murmur. "Just like that."
He reached up, his thumb finding her clit, and began to rub it in slow, firm circles as she rode him. Susan's eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back as she moaned. Harry felt the tension in her body start to build, her muscles tightening around his cock, and he internally grinned to himself.
But even as Susan's movements grew more frantic, her moans louder, she still didn't climax. Harry knew he could go on forever like this, but he didn't want to leave her unsatisfied. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pulled her in tight, their chests pressing together. He captured her mouth in a kiss, their tongues dancing together as he thrust up into her.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, her pussy clenching around him as she kissed him back with a desperation that matched his own. Harry could feel his orgasm approaching again, the heat building in his balls, but he pushed it back. He focused solely on Susan, her pleasure, her needs. He wanted her to come so badly it was like a physical ache.
Pulling away from the kiss, Harry leaned back slightly, his hand never leaving her clit. He watched as she began to pant, her eyes squeezed shut, her face a picture of concentration. "Look at me, Susan," he said, his voice a command. She opened her eyes, the pupils blown wide with need. "I want to see your face when you cum."
Her eyes were full of fear and lust, and he could see the doubt, the worry that she would disappoint him. Harry leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're going to cum for me," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "I won't stop until you do. Nothing is more important to me right now, than making you feel pleasure."
Susan's breath hitched, her body responding to the promise in his words. "I-I want to," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I really do."
"I know you do," Harry said, his voice soothing. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "You're so beautiful, Susan. So perfect."
Her breath hitched as his words washed over her, and she felt the beginnings of an orgasm building. "Oh, Harry," she whimpered, her voice barely audible.
"That's it," Harry encouraged, his thumb working her clit faster, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that matched her own. "You're doing so good."
Her eyes squeezed shut tighter, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip. She could feel the tension in her body coiling, like a spring winding tighter and tighter. Harry whispered sweet nothings in her ear, his other hand sliding up to cup her breast, his thumb flicking her nipple.
"Do you like that?" he asked, his voice a low murmur. "Do you like it when I touch you like this?"
Susan could only nod, her breath coming in ragged pants.
"Tell me," Harry said, his voice a low command. "I want to hear you say it."
"I-I like it," she managed to say, her voice trembling. "I like it so much."
"And you want more?"
"Yes," Susan whispered, the word barely leaving her lips.
"Ask for it," Harry said, his hand still working her clit, his cock still filling her completely. "Ask me to make you cum."
Her cheeks flushed a darker shade of red, but she found the courage to look him in the eye. "Please, Harry," she begged, her voice shaking. "Make me cum."
He leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a fiery kiss as he continued to rub her clit. Harry felt the tension in her body spike, her muscles tightening around his cock as she grew closer and closer to the edge. He pulled back, his eyes on hers. "Say it again," he murmured against her lips. "Ask me to make you cum."
"Please," Susan whimpered, her voice a desperate plea. "Please, Harry. I want to cum."
With a growl of approval, Harry took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard as he continued massaging her clit. He could feel her pussy clench around him, her body responding to the dual sensation. His hand slid down her back, his fingers finding the cleft of her ass. He began to massage her there, his touch gentle but firm. Susan's breath caught in her throat, her body arching as she tried to get closer to him.
Her hand found her other breast, and she squeezed it, her thumb playing with the nipple. Harry watched her, his own pleasure mounting as he saw her take control of her own body. He shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts, and she gasped as he hit her g-spot with every stroke. Her eyes went wide, and she threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
"Yes," Harry murmured, his voice thick with lust. "That's it. Just like that. You can do it, I know you can. I'm just here to help you. This is all you, and you're doing amazing, Susan."
Her eyes squeezed shut, Susan could feel the pressure building inside her like a volcano ready to erupt. Harry's words were like a gentle push, urging her over the edge. She rocked her hips faster, her movements growing erratic as she chased the feeling that was just out of reach. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to grow and grow until she thought she might burst.
Suddenly, she was there, teetering on the precipice of ecstasy. Harry's hand was a blur between her legs, his thumb pressing down hard on her clit as he thrust into her. She could feel her body tightening around him, her muscles clenching as the orgasm built. And then, with a cry that echoed across the lake, she was falling, waves of pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Her pussy spasmed around his cock, her juices flooding out as she came. Harry groaned, his own release following closely behind hers. He could feel the warmth of her climax against his stomach, and it only served to make him cum harder, his seed filling her up. They rode the waves of pleasure together, their bodies joined in a symphony of sensation that left them both breathless.
As the aftershocks of her first orgasm began to subside, Susan collapsed against Harry, her head buried in his shoulder. He held her tight, his cock still inside her, his chest heaving with exertion. They lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, the only sounds the gentle lapping of the water against the shore and their own ragged breathing.
"Wow," Susan whispered, her voice still shaky. "That was..." she trailed off, unable to find the words to describe what had just happened.
"Amazing," Harry finished for her, his voice filled with a tenderness she hadn't heard from him before. He kissed her forehead, his arms still around her. "You're amazing."
Susan's cheeks flushed an even deeper red, and she buried her face in his neck. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice muffled against his skin. "I've never felt anything like that before."
"You're welcome," Harry said, his tone gentle. He brushed her hair back from her face, his eyes searching hers. "How was it?"
Susan looked up at him, her eyes wide with wonder. "It was... it was the most incredible thing I've ever felt," she whispered, her voice still trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. "The other guys I've been with... they were nothing like this. Nothing. They didn't make me feel..." she trailed off, searching for the right words. "This wanted. Like I was the most important person in the world."
Harry kissed her cheek, his lips lingering there for a moment before he pulled back to look into her eyes. "Maybe," he said, his voice low and filled with a sincerity that took Susan by surprise, "that's what you needed. The love, the attention. Someone who truly cares about your pleasure."
Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and she felt something warm and fuzzy unfurl in her chest. "Maybe," she said, her voice soft. She leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest, and Harry wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
As they lay there, the aftermath of their passion cooling in the gentle morning breeze, Harry's mind began to wander. He thought back to his encounter with Hannah Abbott, how she had squirmed and moaned on McGonagall's desk, her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her hard and fast as she confessed her not so secret crush on Susan. The idea of the two of them together, the sweet, Susan and the shy Hannah, was incredibly arousing.
He looked at Susan, her face still flushed from their lovemaking, and decided to test the waters. "You know, Susan," he began, his voice lazy and content, "I've noticed the way you and Hannah look at each other sometimes."
Her eyes snapped up to his, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a bit shaky.
"Just that," Harry said, his tone nonchalant. "You and Hannah seem pretty close. Have you ever thought about exploring that?" He watched her face closely, looking for any signs of discomfort or interest. "Maybe she can help you with that feeling of being worshiped whenever I'm not around?"
Susan blushed, a deep red that started at her neck and spread across her cheeks, down to her chest. She looked down, her eyes avoiding his inquisitive stare. "No," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never... I mean, I've never thought about it before."
But Harry could see the wheels turning in her head, the curiosity that his words had sparked. "Well," he said, his voice still gentle, "it's something to think about. You know, exploring new things, finding out what you really like."
Susan nodded, her eyes flickering with interest. "Hannah is pretty," she admitted, her voice barely above a murmur. "I've noticed that."
"You need to check out her butt, Sue. It's just begging to be smacked and played with," Harry said with a wink, his voice dripping with mischief. "And she's got this cute, shy smile that just makes you want to devour her."
Susan's eyes widened at Harry's words, a mix of surprise and intrigue sparkling in her gaze. "What's it like... to kiss a girl?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Harry looked at her for a long moment, his expression thoughtful. Then, with a smirk, he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. "It's like this," he murmured, "but with a bit more... finesse." He pulled back, his eyes searching hers. "Kissing a girl, it's gentle, but it can also be demanding. It's about finding the right balance between passion and tenderness."
Susan's cheeks flushed, her thoughts racing. The idea of kissing Hannah was both thrilling and terrifying. But with Harry's reassurance, she felt a little more at ease. "But what if I mess it up?" she whispered, her voice filled with doubt.
"You won't," Harry said, his voice firm. "Trust me. Just go with the flow, let your instincts guide you. And if you need help, I'm always here." He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But I've got to admit, I'd love to watch you two together. It'd be like a masterpiece unfolding before my eyes."
The thought of Harry watching them sent a thrill through Susan's body. It was a bit scandalous, sure, but the idea of pleasing him was incredibly arousing. "Maybe," she said, her voice tentative. "If you think it's a good idea."
"It's more than a good idea," Harry said, his voice filled with conviction. "It's an opportunity to explore new sensations, to find out what really turns you on. And who knows, you might find that you're a natural at it."
Susan couldn't help but giggle at the thought of kissing Hannah, her mind racing with images of their bodies entwined. It was thrilling and scary all at once, but with Harry's encouragement, she found herself eager to try. The thought of Harry watching (maybe even joining, she thought to herself) them only added to the excitement, the idea of performing for him making her pussy throb once more.
But as they lay there, Harry's mind had already moved on to his next conquest. He couldn't help but think back to the time he'd had Hermione and Pansy together, how he pounded his Gryffindor friend into ecstasy while Pansy serviced her from behind. He'd always enjoyed a good threesome, the power and the pleasure of being the center of attention. And now, as he watched Susan's eyes light up with curiosity and desire, he began to hatch a plan.
Ginny was still on his list. He'd had his eye on her for a while now, her fiery red hair and athletic build a stark contrast to the delicate, pale Hannah and the voluptuous Susan. He wondered how it would feel to have her tight little body sandwiched between them, her moans muffled by Susan's kisses as he fucked her from behind. And the look on her face when she realized he had Susan in his arms too? Priceless.
But, Harry mused, it wasn't just about the sex. It was about the thrill of the chase, the art of seduction. He knew Ginny had a wild side, one she kept carefully hidden beneath her fiery exterior. Maybe Luna would like to join in? The self-aware girl was definitely kinky enough, it seems like she would enjoy being able to have her way with her childhood friend.
The more Harry thought about it, the more his mind raced with the possibilities. He had noticed the subtle glances between Parvati and Lavender, the way their eyes would lock in the Great Hall, filled with a silent understanding that no one else seemed to share. And then there were the twins, Padma and Parvati. He had always wondered how similar their tastes were, and if they had ever explored that side of themselves with each other. The thought of watching them, their bodies intertwined, was more than enough to make him hard again.
The forbidden allure, the taboo nature of their shared intimacy. Incest was a kink he hadn't fully explored in the simulation, but after seeing how Luna got Astoria to kiss Daphne a few weeks ago, the idea grew more tantalizing by the second. Astoria and Daphne Greengrass... That was definitely another pair that came to mind. So elegant and refined, yet with an undercurrent of darkness that called to his own.
He kissed Susan one last time, savoring the taste of her sweet lips. "I've got to go," Harry murmured, his hand resting on her bare shoulder. "But I'll catch you later, okay?"
Susan nodded, her eyes still hazy with lust. "Okay," she breathed, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you... for everything."
With a wink, Harry climbed to his feet, his cock already starting to harden again at the thought of his next adventure. He grabbed his robes and pulled them on, not bothering to fasten the ties. "Keep that smile on your face, Susan," he said, his voice a low purr. "I've got a feeling today's going to be a good day."
And with that, he disappeared into the trees, leaving Susan sprawled on the rocky beach, her pussy still quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She looked down at her body, at the mess they had made together, and felt a strange sense of pride.
Picking up her sketchbook, she flipped to a new page, her hand trembling slightly as she began to draw. The lines on the page took form, her subconscious guiding her hand as she sketched out a rough outline of Harry's face.