"You won the Poe Cup," Harry said. "You got your revenge on Bianca. Enid is over the moon, and so is the rest of the dorm. You should be celebrating."
Wednesday looked at him, lowering a cup. She had a red line across her top lip like a milk mustache. "Who says I am not?"
"You're hiding with me in the corner of the commissary," Harry said, "drinking what I THINK is tomato juice. I hope it is anyway. That sounds like a punishment."
Wednesday licked the red off of her lip. "That's because you have no taste. Besides, I have no wish for attention. It only makes me want to stab people… in the eyes, instead of the gut as my usual urges demand."
Harry sighed, shaking his head. His own lunch was finished, so it wasn't like he had anything better to do than talk.
"Is tomato juice good at least?" he asked.
"It contains precious vitamins to restore my energy after extensive lovemaking," Wednesday said. "And it even resembles blood. In appearance, if not taste."
"And that's a positive?"
"Of course not," Wednesday said. "I wish it had the taste, too."
Harry sighed, standing up and picking up his empty tray of food. As he carried it across the room, he bumped into someone who unexpectedly stepped into his way. Harry nearly dropped the tray, stepping back.
"Excuse me," Harry muttered.
"Maybe I don't want to," said the boy he ran into. "Maybe I want to make a big deal out of it."
He was a fairly big guy. His face looked vaguely aristocratic, and his long hair reminded Harry of a lot of purebloods he'd met in Britain. He wasn't ugly, but what stood out was a big black eye on his face.
"Have we met?" Harry asked. "You seem kind of familiar."
"I don't like you," the boy said. "I don't like that you're here. If you want me to forgive you, then leave."
"I was trying to," Harry pointed out. "Once I got rid of my tray, I was going to go back to my room."
"No," the boy said. "Leave the school. This isn't a place for people like you."
People were looking and whispering.
"British people?" Harry asked. "That seems quite racist."
"No!" the boy shouted, blushing. "I meant normies! Nevermore is meant to be for outcasts, not kids like you!"
A girl who bore a striking resemblance to the oaf came to stand beside him. Harry sensed Wednesday arriving at his side.
"This is Kent," Wednesday said to Harry, speaking loudly enough for her voice to carry. "He's the siren who tried and failed to help Bianca win the Poe Cup. You see his black eye? Thing gave him that."
"You're just like him!" said the boy. "A normie that came to this school for no reason!"
"If I'm a normie, then you lost to one," Wednesday said. "Doesn't that make it more embarrassing? And for your information, I DID come for a reason. Attempted murder. If I had my way, I wouldn't be here right now… I'd be finishing the job."
Kent took a step back. Movement over his shoulder caught Harry's eye.
At the table where the Golden Bees team had sat together, the team everyone expected to win the Poe Cup, people were watching this exchange carefully. A few of them looked upset, while others looked judgemental. An asian girl with sunglasses tilted her head, studying the exchange.
"You always have a big mouth, Wednesday. More than you can follow through on," said a black girl, arriving and pushing Kent out of the way to stand in the middle. It was Bianca, the girl Wednesday had been feuding with and Enid insisted on taking down via boat race.
"I followed through in the Poe Cup," Wednesday said.
"Just like you did during fencing. Oh, wait!" The girl—Bianca—laughed loudly. "I forgot! You lost to me. Badly."
Wednesday scowled.
"Is this hazing?" Harry asked. When no one answered, he laughed. "Man, is it really? I thought that wouldn't happen in this school. I figured you guys would have bad memories of that kind of thing."
"Meaning what?" Bianca asked dangerously.
"Well, to normies we're all losers, right?" Harry asked. "I assumed you'd all been shoved in a locker or two."
Wednesday kicked him in the shin as if saying: 'Use a different example'.
Harry's words struck a nerve for more people than his roommate. He got glared at by more than a few strangers around them.
"We?" Kent demanded. "You're talking like you're one of us again!"
Harry stared at him. He didn't answer, frown, or smile. Under the weight of his gaze, Kent started to squirm.
"Just because you haven't seen what my power is, doesn't mean I haven't been using it," Harry said.
He barged past Kent, knocking him out of the way slightly.
"If anything, that should make you more scared," Harry called over his shoulder. "It means I know exactly what you can do, and you have no idea what I can. See you later!"
Wednesday followed him, exchanging a long glare with Bianca on the way.
Outside the commissary, Harry sighed. "I didn't count on that. I wonder if I'll have to jinx them at some point, just to get them off my back."
"You handled yourself well in that confrontation," Wednesday said. "Good. If you had let them get the better of you, I'm afraid I would have had to disavow any relationship with you."
"Good to know," Harry said. "Where to now?"
"For me? The library," Wednesday said. "I have research to accomplish."
Shrugging, Harry let her go, returning to their room instead. He was long used to leaving friends behind to study while he went and found something else to do. Of course, without Ron here, it was a bit more boring.
He retired for the afternoon and got a healthy amount of homework done. Despite everything, they were technically still in school. Thing even came by and helped him for a little bit, writing Harry's chemistry essay for him while Harry dictated the words out loud, letting him rest his wrist.
It was a productive evening where he got plenty done. By the time the sun was setting, Harry had finished everything he needed to, and was instead playing around by letting a golden snitch loose and snagging it with his reflexes. Whenever he made a catch, Thing would snap for him, kind of like clapping. And speaking of clapping…
Harry and Wednesday had been going at it like crazy. Nothing put him in the mood to cut loose a little bit than doing lots of work. He'd wish she would get back so they could get their clothes off and get down to things. One of the (many) lovely things about Wednesday was that her sex drive was insatiable. Once she decided he was going to be hers, she wanted to claim every last bit of cum his balls could produce. The only loads she seemed content with not getting were ones Harry dumped on other girls at her discretion.
Case in point, when the door opened, Wednesday was dragging Enid along.
"What's this about?" Harry asked, trying not to get his hopes up.
Sure enough, it wasn't another threesome. "I have business to attend to tonight," Wednesday said. "Important business I have only recently discovered. For tonight, use Enid in my stead."
Enid blushed bright red. "Wait, Wednesday! You didn't tell me THAT was why you were bringing me here!"
"Are you unwilling?" Wednesday asked.
Enid looked at the floor. "I mean… not EXACTLY."
"It's settled then," said Wednesday. She pushed Enid forward into the room. "I expect you to break her properly, even without my oversight. Understood?"
"I don't take orders from you," Harry reminded her wryly.
"Good," Wednesday said as if he agreed. "I will now be off."
She shut the door behind her, leaving an awkward atmosphere behind.
"Hey," Enid said, rubbing her arm.
"Hey," Harry returned.
"I heard about Bianca confronting you and Wednesday," Enid said. "The whole school is talking about it. I mean, I hear even the quieter rumors, of course! Gossip blog and all. But this time, EVERYONE is talking. There were rumors about you and Wednesday before. People thinking you were normies and all that. It's gotten better for her since she won the Poe cup, but people still wonder about you."
"Let them," Harry said. He let go of the golden snitch, allowing it to fly around him.
"Shouldn't you show them something?" Enid asked. "I mean, you don't have to! But if you cast a spell or something publicly, it would go a long way."
Harry looked at her.
"Enid," he said, "I just don't care. Where I grew up, the people who raised me hated magic and loved anything normal. People here say normie like it's a slur, but my family growing up would've taken it as the highest compliment ever. That was hard at first, but over time, it taught me that what people think just doesn't matter."
His hand shot out, grabbing the snitch with just muscle memory as he didn't even turn his head.
"What is that?" Enid asked, changing the subject. "It's so pretty!"
"This?" Harry held the snitch up so she could see it without letting go of it, its little wings beating in his hand. "This is a golden snitch. It's part of a game where I come from."
"People try to catch them?" Enid asked.
She approached to look at it, clearly appreciating its bright golden hue. As you'd expect, given her taste in fashion and colors.
"Yep," Harry said. "But they do it on brooms. Then there's the quaffle, which is bigger and gets thrown through hoops. And the bludgers. Those hurt. People with bats hit them at you, trying to knock you to the ground."
By the end Enid was gaping. "You're making things up!"
"All true. Cross my heart," Harry said.
He walked back to his bed, placing the snitch back in its box. When it was inside, it ceased its struggling, the enchantments fading. Harry placed the box back under his bed, sitting down on the side of his bed. Thing had followed Wednesday, so it was just the two of them in the room. Enid approached and sat down next to Harry.
"You know," Harry said, "I get that you're best friends, but you don't have to do things just because Wednesday told you to."
"I know!" Enid chirped. "She already lets me get away with a lot. Compared to most people, at least. I guess you wouldn't know, but she's really rude to most people."
"She's still rude to me!" Harry said.
"I guess, but it's different," Enid insisted. "You and her argue with each other, but under that, I can tell she cares about you. It's actually pretty obvious. But the point is, I don't do just anything she says."
"Which means that you're here because you want to be," Harry said.
Enid blushed a hot shade of pink, much like the highlight in one side of her hair.
"I had fun!" she said. "A little, at least. A tiny bit. A smidge."
Her best attempts to downplay her attraction didn't do much to fool Harry. For one thing, she kept inching closer to him as she said it, until their shoulders were touching.
Harry put his shoulder around Enid, pulling her in. Wednesday's "bestie" was gorgeous in her own right, and if she was on board, then there was no reason not to work through his sexual energy with her as his partner.
Harry had his tongue halfway to Enid's throat bulging out her cheek when the door swung open.
Neither of them reacted too much because they assumed it would be Wednesday who had 1: forgotten something or 2: doubled back to ensure Harry was treating her "bestie" the way she requested. It wasn't until a girl's voice said, "Oh!" that Harry and Enid broke apart.
The girl in the doorway wore dark glasses even inside. Harry had noticed her earlier, raptly watching his and Wednesday's confrontation with the sirens in the commissary.
"I… didn't know you'd be in the middle of something," she said.
"I didn't know we'd be having guests I've never met," Harry said. "Can it wait for another time?"
After the kissing and physical contact, Harry had developed a bulge, one that Enid was still sneaking glances at, even as she tried to face the new arrival.
"Yoko!" she said. "What are you doing here?"
"Enid," Yoko greeted, raising his eyebrow. "I thought he was dating Wednesday."
There wasn't judgement in her voice, just curiosity.
"It's not like that," Enid assured her. "It's… complicated?"
Yoko shrugged. "You don't have to lie. I think it's silly anyway, the way you all run around binding yourself to just one person. You don't have three hundred years to live like I do, yet you limit yourselves so much. How boring."
"You know her, Enid?" Harry asked.
"This is Yoko!" Enid whispered. "She's from our dorm! She was going to be my right hand in the Poe Cup, but then she had a bad reaction to garlic bread, and then Wednesday stepped in, and— You saw the rest. But Yoko's a friend!"
"A friend, huh?" Harry said. "So why is she here?"
"I don't—" Enid snuck another glance down at his bulge, full of longing, before turning to Yoko. "Why are you here?"
"It's an emergency," Yoko said, although her voice lacked much inflection. "You have to come quickly. It's about— can you not do that?"
"Do what?" Enid asked.
"THAT."
Yoko pointed to Harry's crotch. Barely noticing what she was doing, Enid had undone Harry's fly and pulled her dick out. She'd been beginning to stroke it when Yoko drew her attention to it, and Enid yanked her hand back.
"Sorry!" she said. "I didn't mean to."
"How does that make any sense?" Yoko said in an exasperated voice. Privately, Harry agreed, but he wished she hadn't stopped Enid. "You have to listen to me! Wednesday's been captured!"
Harry stiffened… and this time he didn't mean his manhood. He thought back to the attempt on her life by that telekinetic kid, and the monster that attacked right after.
"Who did it?" Harry asked. "Do you know?"
"My friends," Yoko said. "They did it because—"
Harry's wand appeared from his pocket, a quick spell lifting Yoko off her feet. She thrashed with superhuman strength, but couldn't get a hold of anything to pull herself down.
"Are you here to deliver a ransom letter or something?" Harry asked. "If that's the case, we can always just kidnap you and make a trade. That sounds easy."
"Thtop Thtat!" Enid said.
However, her words were horribly slurred, because she had leaned over and wrapped her mouth and Harry's dick, unable to resist. Her animalistic side was coming out, begging her to give in to her instincts. And in this case, those instincts demand that she submit to her mate, no matter the situation.
"Can you— not do THAT— while choking me!" Yoko demanded.
Her sunglasses fell off, revealing brown eyes that she had to squint, even inside, to handle the light around her. As she shouted at them she opened her mouth wider than normal, and Harry spotted sharp fangs lining the inside.
"Vampire, huh?" Harry said, petting Enid's head while she sucked on him. "Interesting. I guess that explains the garlic bread."
"I came here— to help!" Yoko said.
Sighing, Harry canceled the spell. It didn't seem like she was lying, and Enid clearly thought she was alright. Sometimes, he had to remind himself that he wasn't back at home, and that Voldemort wasn't out to get him anymore. These weren't Death Eaters, they were kids.
Monster kids. Ones with exceptional abilities and chaotic hormones. So, you know, annoying. But not VILLAINS.
Yoko landed on her knees, rubbing her neck, only to discover there were no marks.
"What was that?" she asked. "Are you psychic? Like Rowan?"
"The one who tried to kill Wednesday? Nah, I'm not like him," Harry said. "I can see why you would think that, though."
Enid yanked her head off of Harry's now slobbery knob. "Rowan did WHAT?"
"It's alright," Harry said. "It's been dealt with."
Enid shook her head in disbelief. Then she dropped back down. She got her hands around Harry's slick shaft and twisted, slurping on his cockhead at the same time. Since Wednesday wasn't around to get mad at the lack of deepthroating, she didn't have to worry about having her head shoved down without warning again.
Yoko couldn't help but stare at the scene.
"Is he really… I mean is it THAT good?" she asked Enid.
Enid shut her eyes, smiling around Harry's dick, and flashed two peace signs to show that yes, Harry was just that good. Now that she was warmed up, she took him deeper, going halfway down his shaft the next time she descended.
"I guess Bianca wanted revenge on Wednesday?" Harry asked.
"What?" Yoko said. She jerked her brown eyes up to Harry's green ones. "I mean, yes! Well, it wasn't planned. Wednesday snuck into our home base tonight. There wasn't a lot we could do."
"Whose home base?" Harry said.
"The Nightshade Society," Yoko said.
She stated the word with grandeur, as if expecting them to immediately recognize it. Harry, of course, was clueless. He grabbed Enid's blond hair, pulling her head back until his dick slid out of her mouth.
"What's the Nightshade Society?" Harry asked.
Enid, the self proclaimed queen of Nevermore gossip, shrugged. Her cheeks turned concave as she stretched out her lips, trying in vain to return them to Harry's meat. Seeing she didn't know this, Harry let go of her, and she happily plunged onto him again. Yoko blushed, looking away.
"The Nightshade Society goes back over 400 years!" she said. "It was founded to protect outsiders from the aggression of normies! Although it's chilled out a lot since then. It's not an official club anymore. But we still meet in an abandoned room in the library, and we have all kinds of activities, like camping trips and skinny dipping."
"Huh?" Harry said, eyeing Yoko. "It might be worth joining just for that."
She blushed harder, catching the implication.
"It's not easy to join," Yoko insisted. "That's why I'm worried about Wednesday. Bianca is the leader, and she won't want to go easy on her and let her go. Wednesday's parents were in the Nightshade Society, but that doesn't mean she can just wander in whenever she wants."
Enid was making a concerted push to reach Harry's groin now. Apparently, she hadn't been avoiding deepthroating, just warming up so that she'd be ready when she got there. She was struggling, however, to get past the three quarters mark. Harry absently put his hands on her head, shoving her down. His balls twitched as she heard her gag, feeling her lips touch his groin. Yoko obviously wished she still had her glasses on, because she was sneaking glances that weren't so covert now that her eyes weren't covered.
"I guess they don't like Wednesday because they think she's a normie," he said.
"No, they know what her power is. She gets visions," Yoko said. "Tyler vouched for that. Bianca's problems with her are completely personal. But they don't like you, that's for sure."
"Let me guess," Harry said. "Those sirens today are members?"
"That's right," Yoko said. "Kent and Divina are both in the Nightshade Society. They wanted to put pressure on you to show any powers you might have. DO have," she corrected herself, touching her throat where she'd been pulled into the air.
Harry didn't think Yoko was even aware of it, but she had started rubbing her thighs together as she watched Enid gag on him. The cheerful girl's eyelids were fluttering, but she looked utterly pleased as she felt Harry's dick sitting in her throat. Harry pulled her up by the hair, then pushed her down again, causing spit to squirt from the corners of her lips. Yoko's legs became pressed together so tightly that she looked physically uncomfortable.
The worry he felt at first had disappeared. This was clearly what Wednesday had been planning to do tonight, sneaking into their little hidden room for something or other. Although she likely didn't plan on getting captured, if it was just a glorified school group, then she'd be fine. She might even join the society before the night was up.
Now that the worst of his worries were out of the way, Harry felt perfectly fine being selfish. And the selfish side of him was focused on three specific things.
Enid's mouth, trained by all that talking she did, felt absolutely divine. He was about to cum. And finally, Yoko was hot and clearly VERY interested in what she was seeing.
Harry decided to be a little bit bold… if getting sucked off in front of a guest didn't always count.
The next time he pulled Enid up, he did it hard enough that she slid all the way off of him. He also timed it so that he'd been brought to his climax, cumming a second later even after Enid's mouth was gone. His wand was still in his other hand, and using it, he banished his cumshot across the room.
Using magic he reined it in right in front of Yoko, just before it could splatter across her face. She flinched, then pried her eyes open, just looking at the cum floating in front of her. She looked between it and Harry, who just observed her.
"We've been bad hosts," Harry said. "I can see that you're curious, and you came all this way to give us a warning. So go on. Try it for yourself."
Unable to resist, Yoko stuck out her tuck, licking the biggest blob out of the air. She swished it through her mouth looking thoughtful, then shivered, and finally swallowed. When she looked at Harry next, she looked hungry.
Chuckling, Harry canceled the suspension charm, allowing it to all splatter across Yoko's face like some of those japanese AV videos he once caught Dudley watching.
Yoko stood up. Any question about whether she'd been convinced to join the fun was immediately answered. She pulled her shirt off, revealing the bra underneath, and casted it aside while sauntering forward. She ran her forearm across her face, wiping away Harry's semen and smearing it over her skin. As she approached, she then ran her tongue over her arm, licking it clean.
Enid watched all of this with wide eyes. "My friends are much lewder than I realized."
Harry chuckled.
"Don't you think they'd say the same if they saw the way you were arching for me last night?" he asked.
"No," Yoko said. "We ALWAYS believed Enid had it in her. Just like we do."
She pushed down her pants, bending forward so fat that her ass rose above her back into view. She had simple black panties and a blue bra that didn't match at all.
"I didn't expect to get into anything like this, alright?" she muttered when she saw Harry looking. "Here. This should distract you."
She unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were small and noticeably circular in shape, nipples that were a dark purple verging on brown. They were smaller than Enid's or Wednesday's. but not by a ton.
"Interested now?" Yoko asked tauntingly. She twirled, showing off a very good bum, before hooking her fingers and pushing down her panties. When they were wrapped around only one ankle, she let go and kicked out, sending them flying at Harry's head. Using the reflexes he trained with the snitch, he caught them, holding them in a ball in his hand.
Now that Yoko was completely naked, shaved crotch and visible vulva and all, Enid realized that she was terribly overdressed. She hopped up, trying to strip quickly with none of the artistry Yoko employed. Feeling generous, Harry decided to help.
He hit her with a spell that made her clothes take on a life of their own, dancing off of her. Enid's eyes widened.
"How are you doing that?" Yoko demanded, staring at Harry's wand.
"Magic," he said with a smile.
The spell he used was one designed for pranks. Fred and George taught it to him once, but it was something even they generally stayed away from unless someone REALLY deserved it. Harry was willing to bet neither of them used it in a situation like this, though. If he really wanted to know, he could always ask Angelina.
Enid's clothes danced all the way off of her, folding themselves on the floor. It happened so quickly that she felt a sense of embarrassment, covering her perky breasts with one arm and cupping another hand in front of her crotch. Rolling his eyes, Harry smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling her forward by the wrist. He did the same to Yoko, placing the Japanese vampire on the bottom and tossing Enid down on top of her.
The girls landed so that they were on the edge of the bed, their crotches sticking over the gap. Enid's body reacted the same way it had the first time, getting her feet underneath her and elevating her booty for mating. This left her head even lower to the bed, so that she was face to face with Yoko with very little distance between them.
"So, Enid," Yoko said. "How has life been?"
Enid blushed, conscious enough of her position to know that it should be mortifying, but too lost in her instincts to move away.
"I've been good," she squeaked.
"Having fun getting railed by Wednesday's roommate? Maybe a couple of orgies?"
"Only one!" said Enid.
Yoko smirked, and when Enid realized she'd been baited, she blushed even harder.
Harry stepped close to the bed and spread Yoko's legs. When she felt his touch, she made sure to wrap them around him. Once she committed, it seemed, she wasn't the type to look back.
Harry's tip pressed against her entrance, opening up her pussy lips slightly.
"You really are big," Yoko said with a touch of apprehension.
It was going to be a tight fit. Although she was taller and broader than Enid or Wednesday, who were both particularly petite, Harry's dick would still nearly reach her bellybutton if he laid it on top of her stomach. She wasn't dry, her body having reacted to watching Enid suck him off, but without any real foreplay she wasn't wet enough. Harry came up with a creative solution.
He dug his tongue into Enid from behind with no advance warning.
"Oghh!" Enid exclaimed. "Ahh! Ahhhhhh!"
Yoko was unbelievably curious. She could hear slurping as Harry drove his tongue into Enid, and she could see Enid going absolutely mental, all kinds of goofy expressions crossing her face. But she couldn't understand what Harry was doing beyond just eating the blond out.
She never would have guessed that his tongue was actually vibrating like an expensive sex toy. Harry directed his tongue as skillfully as he had with Wednesday, easily making Enid climax. Her body strained as she arched her back doing everything she could to make it easy for Harry to keep going. From the sounds she was making—both her pussy and her mouth—Enid was on cloud nine.
It didn't take long for things to go the way Harry expected. Enid climaxed again, then a third time. As her pussy got wetter, arousal cascaded down, dripping onto what was beneath it: that being Yoko's pussy and Harry's dick. Harry allowed his dick to be coated in Enid's juices like lube straight from the bottle. Once he had a healthy coating on himself, he pushed forward again, this time not stopping when he encountered resistance around Yoko's crotch.
Harry slid inside of her easily enough, delivering a no-nonsense thrust that struck Yoko's wombs deep inside. She gasped.
"Holy fuck!" she said. "Enid, you weren't joking! He's… HUGE!"
Enid didn't answer, still at the mercy of Harry's magic tongue. Harry grabbed Enid, squeezing the cheeks of her cute rear. Both the girls were moaning deeply, Yoko's coming out much deeper than Enid's. When it all boils over and became too much, Enid needed an outlet. She found it by burying her tongue in Yoko's mouth.
The steamy, wet kiss between two beautiful girls made Harry's eyebrows climb. If Enid got like this when she was turned on, and given Wednesday's proclivity for tossing Harry at other women, he was starting to imagine some VERY interesting positions to get the two of them in. Maybe next time, he could take Wednesday's role from the night before and just watch for a while.
But that was a thought for another time. He had two beautiful girls in front of him right now to please, and he'd be damned if he messed that up.
Yoko was growing wetter, but not at the speed Enid was. Instead, she was building gradually toward a much bigger orgasm. Curious what that would look like, Harry kept his pace consistent, letting it continue to build.
Without warning, Yoko wrenched her mouth away from Enid's and threw her head forward. She brought her mouth to Enid's neck. Harry's first thought was a hickey. Then he remembered what they were dealing with.
"Hey!" he said.
He was ready to yank Yoko away from Enid, stopping anymore blood from being sucked, but Enid moaned, "Don't stop her!"
Her voice was full of pleasure, and she came again, so apparently the blood sucking felt good. Harry still wasn't sure this was a good idea, but he chose to let Enid have her fun, in case he was just being ignorant.
It was clear why Yoko moved so suddenly. Her insides suddenly became twice as wet, crushing Harry's dick with superhuman strength. He BARELY managed to pull out before cumming, not having expected such a tight experience. He came on Yoko's stomach, while at the same time she squirted juices all over his thighs. Her body convulsed, and as she relaxed afterward, she immediately yanked away from Enid's neck, a red trail down her chin.
She looked slightly shocked.
"Enid, are you alright?" she asked.
"Me?" Enid giggled. "I'm amazing."
As she said it, Enid fell sideways to land on the bed. Harry hoped that was just from exhaustion. He could see the small bite mark on the side of her neck. Laying there, Enid continued to laugh giddily, her inner thighs stained by arousal.
"Alright!" Harry said, clapping his hands. "We're going to have to be more careful with you, aren't we?"
"What does that mean—"
Yoko yelped as Harry grabbed her hips. As a vampire she was stronger than him, but her body wasn't reacting right after having recently cum so hard, letting him get one over on her. He pushed Yoko further onto the bed, climbing on after her, and bent her over on her knees and chin, pressing her arms to her back.
"Much better," Harry said.
"Wait!" Yoko said. "If you do me from this angle, it'll go too deep!"
"Like this?" Harry asked.
He thrusted, his dick sliding to parts of Yoko that no one had ever touched.
"Guhhhhhhhhh," Yoko moaned. "Oh that's… NICE."
Harry kept her arms pinned behind her back. Her butt had an excellent curve to it, reminding Harry of the bums of some of his female Quidditch teammates. As Harry gave her a bunch of quick thrusts, quickly turning Yoko into a moaning wreck, he inclined his head toward Enid, whose strength was quickly returning. Her werewolf side probably helped her with endurance.
"I think she owed you an apology," Harry said. "Don't you?"
Enid looked confused. Slowly, realization dawned. She crawled and sat herself in front of Yoko, spreading her legs.
"Use your mouth to make up for what it did to me!" Enid demanded.
Her arms still held still by Harry, Yoko listened obediently. She pressed her nose into Enid's blond muff and stuck her tongue into the werewolf. Harry's thrusts clapped against her bum and forced her tongue even deeper, helping her eat Enid out.
Harry watched the ripple of Yoko's arse and the contortions of pleasure on Enid's face. Both turned him on equally, but in different ways. There was a thrill to seeing the vampire who arrived talking high and mighty about her secret society end up like this. Harry grinned as he began moving his hips as fast as he could. Instead of letting her orgasms build slowly, he began to pound them out of Yoko with haste.
Enid moaned, getting worked up. She grabbed the back of Yoko's head, grinding her crotch onto Yoko's face. Enid's moans turned to growled. Her primal side emerged, but this time it came with a dominant edge. If Harry was a mate for her to submit to, then Yoko was one that she was on even terms with, letting her do things like THIS.
Enid rubbed Yoko's face against her slit, smearing her arousal over the vampire. When she came, squirting out a sizable orgasm, she forced Yoko to drink it, keeping the vampire pinned there. Harry could vaguely hear the sound of Yoko gulping it all down underneath the moans and smacks of flesh.
Yoko came again, her pussy squeezing him the way she had the first time. This time, he was ready however. Harry didn't immediately bust. He fucked her through the orgasm, loving the feeling of parting her moist folds.
Harry let go of Yoko's arms, but she obediently kept them linked behind herself. He grabbed onto the cheeks of her butt, his fingers squeezing to find purchase. Using his grip, he mashed her crotch against his as hard as possible, spearing deep into her. Then he pulled all the way out.
Enid had earned his first load by sucking him off, but Harry banished it at Yoko to convince her to join them. He reversed the favor now. Harry's load flew over Yoko after he pulled out of her pussy, landing across Enid's breasts and chest. Enid smiled with pure satisfaction as she felt his warmth run down her body.
Harry sighed, breathing heavily from exertion. He felt like he was forgetting something— Oh, right.
"Should we go and see if Wednesday needs help?" he asked.
"No need."
Harry jumped, spinning around to find Wednesday sitting on her bed, a book he'd never seen sitting beside her. Her uniform was still on, but her pants had been pulled down, her fingers buried in her pussy. Harry hadn't heard a single thing when she entered.
"When did you get back?" he asked.
"Long enough ago," Wednesday said. "The Nightshade Society could not handle me. It seems you handled their missing member admirably, however. Not bad." She eyed Yoko's bent and exhausted form and Enid's bitten neck. "You could have stood to be a bit rougher, but at least there was some blood involved. That counts for something."
"Glad I've got your approval," Harry said.
"You should be." Wednesday pushed her new book further aside, kicking her pants the rest of the way off and spreading her legs. "Now, I dearly hope you're not already exhausted."
Harry had been, but the sight of his roommate's pussy got him hard again. As beautiful as the other girls were, Wednesday really was the best among them.
She smirked as if she could hear his thoughts. "Get over here. Quickly now."
Harry just knew he'd have a hard time being up in time for classes tomorrow. But it would certainly be worth it.
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