A Cleansing Moment
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Chap. 20: A Cleansing Moment
Harry woke up slowly the next morning, his head aching slightly, but nothing compared to the pounding, heavy throbbing in his groin. Without thinking about it, he reached down and started stroking himself, before it even occurred to him why his balls felt so heavy, or his cock so big he could barely get his own hand around it. Or why it was dry, and not sheathed in some moist, warm cavity or other as it usually was on waking, these days.
Groggily, he opened his eyes to find his room a little dimmer than he expected. There was still plenty of bright sunlight streaming in through the white, semi-sheer curtains with the heavier ones thrown open, but the angle of the light told him, even though he was still new to the house, that it was far later than he normally rose. Perhaps even, he thought with some horror, midmorning. The Dursleys would have his head!
… No. No, they aren’t part of your life anymore, Potter, he reminded himself, that’s why you live here to begin with. Or it’s part of it. You have Lilith, Ginny, Hermione, Pansy, Luna, Fleur… you aren’t alone, and you don’t live with Vernon or Petunia any more.
He grinned, thinking of his girls, and opened his eyes again, still pumping his rod, and wondering more clearly why they weren’t taking care of his morning wood.
Of course, he was very much not alone, as there was someone in the room, and another someone in his head. “Follow Dobby’s instructions, Master, if you please.”
“Lilith? What’s- where is everyone?”
“Who else? Just do it, Master, please. You’ll like it, I promise. And more importantly, you need it. No more talking. Just do it.”
“Fine, fine…” He sat up, not worried by this point that Dobby was in his bedroom while he wanked, and even watching. At least the elf no longer seemed embarrassed, but merely looked his direction more or less dispassionately. As if Dobby could do anything that way.
“Sir is awake, Sir!”
“I’m aware, thanks, Dobby,” Harry chuckled, and threw the blankets off his legs and stood up, still pumping slowly, though now the intent was just to enjoy it, rather than get off or relieve any tension. “Where is everyone?”
“The Grangers be driving back home for a week or so, Sir. Miss Delacour and Mama Weasley be helping two Aurors and two Medi-witches with the ladies Harry Potter, sir, has rescued, Sir. The others, Dobby isn’t to say, Sir, but if Sir insists or gives Dobby orders, Sir, he will say, Sir.”
Harry rolled his eyes, “No, I don’t need to know that badly. You can stop with all the ‘Sir’ too, you know. You could just call me Harry, as that’s my name.”
Dobby’s eyes widened, then he grinned mischievously, “Oh, but Dobby would never be able to live down the shame, Sir Harry Potter Sir the Magnificent Sir, Savior of House-Elves, Sir, and Rescuer of Damsels, Sir.”
Harry snorted, “You’re having me on.”
“Dobby would never, Sir! Dobby has utmost respect for The Great and Magnificent and Magnanimous and Kind and Wonderful and Brave Harry Potter, Sir!”
That one made him glare at the elf, though he wasn’t entirely serious, “Really? That’s my new title, is it? All of that, every time you need to address me?”
“Yes Sir, Sir!”
“Alright, Dobby. Knock yourself out, I guess. Not- that’s not an order to punish yourself, so don’t you dare! It’s just an expression, for Merlin’s sake…”
The elf paused half-way through bashing his head with the nearest lamp, which looked like it had cost about as much as Vernon’s most recent company car. Dobby put the lamp down sheepishly, but still grinned happily up at Harry, “Sir is to go into the bathroom and shower and take care of his needs, Sir. Then Sir is to come back to Dobby and ask what to do next, Sir.”
“Fine, fine. I can do that. Just no more titles. Harry, and just Harry. Please? For me?”
“Dobby will consider it, Sir, Harry Potter the Wise, Sir.”
Somehow, as he stepped into the almost ridiculously large bathroom, Harry doubted the elf was being truthful. Doubted it quite strongly.
There were some water closets in tiled stalls to his left, and a few glass-walled and curtained showers on the right, which strongly resembled something public, like he imagined a gym might have, or a school. They were a little more private than Hogwarts’, but only because each stall had floor-to-ceiling dividers instead of half, and curtains that could enclose the whole front for full privacy, that he knew included silencing charms. Not that most of the girls he would be seeing in them needed those any more. The back end of the room was a bath… which more resembled the small pool that was the Prefect’s Bath at Hogwarts then the rather nice one the Dursleys had kept.
There wasn’t a girl in the bath, though water had been run with pinkish, foamy bubbles. There was, however, one of them standing naked in one of the stalls, watching him with water running down her body, her hair unusually flat against her head and shoulders. Someone he didn’t expect: Lavender Brown.
“Lavender?”
The blonde smiled as she gestured him toward her. He walked forward with as much confidence as he could muster. He knew she wanted him, of course, and the look in the witch’s eyes told him as much as well. Still, the previous day had been rough on him, and the nightmares he’d had because of it, the thoughts he’d had when waking up, had taken their toll, lending new strength to old insecurities. “Hermione sent a letter last night, asked me, and apparently a few of the others, to come by for a bit this morning. It’s late, though… I need to go help with my parents’ shop. So I guess I drew the short straw, and get to be the first.”
“The first…?” Harry couldn’t figure out what she was getting at.
At least, until Lavender’s hands, both of them together, closed around his erect shaft. “To take care of your needs, of course. We’re all going to do our part today, Harry.”
“I-”
He couldn’t say anything else, as the beautiful young woman guided him beneath the spray, “Ssh… let me take care of you. I want to help. I know it hurts… and if I could, I’d take it all away. But I’m your Slave and your Slut, your Pet, and your lover. It’s my duty, and my pleasure, to do everything I can to help when you hurt. Isn’t it?”
“Well, I suppose that’s… what about you, though?”
Lavender grinned happily, “Don’t worry, Master… your Pet already got her fun this morning. Turns out your other Pets, Ginny and Lilith, were lonely since you slept so long, and the three of us had a bit of a good time together. They both lick pussy so good, both at once was… almost too much. Almost.”
“I’d have liked to see that,” Harry muttered.
“You could have, we were right next to you,” Lavender laughed, “but maybe next time. Or maybe if you get a Pensieve… Anyway, Harry, just relax. Let me… I’ll need you to lift your arms a bit, though.”
He sighed as the gorgeous young witch’s body pressed into his so that she could shampoo his hair, and let his eyes drift closed. It was… strange, having someone else wash him, but Lavender’s hands were confident, sure, gentle when they needed to be, and firm otherwise as they moved across his scalp, pressing her fingertips in to work the skin there too, and then finished the tips of his hair. “Almost time for a cut,” she giggled quietly, “but not quite. I can do that for you, if you want. Or Parvati, she’s even better than me.”
Harry nodded, a content moan all he could let out as the squeak of his clean hair sounded through his skull when Lavender began to rinse it. Then with a sponge he didn’t recognize, but that definitely smelled of lavender soap, she began washing his back, his shoulders. The girl was efficient, neither wasting time, nor hurrying, as she washed every bit of him, even between his fingers. All except his groin, which she ignored with a simple smile and, “Saving the best for last.”
Once she had finished washing even the bottoms of his feet (Which he’d never admit to having giggled a few times for, damn it!), she rinsed him efficiently too, then turned him so the spray was falling once more on his shoulders and back. Then Lavender looked up into his eyes and said quietly, “My duty and pleasure is to heal your hurts, Master. So take that pain from yesterday, and let me wash the last of it away with my mouth. Let me service you, and clean you with my tongue.”
Harry swallowed. “I… I’d be an idiot to say no, wouldn’t I?”
Lavender only shrugged, smiling, “You could wash yourself with my pussy… even my bum, if you want. You know I’d never say no. But I do want to suck your cock, Harry… it looks so very filling right now.”
As she lowered herself to her knees, Lavender looked up at him, “She told us what you did. What she did, too, Hermione. Fiendfyre… she’s crazy, but I suppose if any of us could do it properly, it’d be her, or you. When you get to her, you’ll need to decide to punish her for doing something so stupid, or make love to her gently to show her how much you care. But don’t do it half-way, okay? She’ll need one or the other, not both, or middle ground.”
Harry swallowed and nodded as Lavender’s face, running with the warm spray still, opened and then closed around his cock-head. “Alright, I… shite, that… Lavender!”
“Mm?”
Harry groaned as she licked all around him, his head alone barely able to fit in her mouth though it was stretched comically wide and dark purple. “N- Nothing, it- damn, girl- it just feels… so good.”
“Fank yuuf,” Lavender murmured without taking him out, smiling happily up at him with her bright blue eyes, then lifted her hands, one to cup half of his shaft, and the other to hold his balls, which barely fit in her palm they were so swollen. She sucked hard and fast, though only on the tip, since nothing else would fit in the cavity at that moment, but Harry didn’t want to shrink himself down.
His currently elephantine shaft might be a bit ridiculous on his frame, but it also felt so very fucking good in Lavender’s oral hole, and the girl was quite excited by it as well. He could tell, the empathic bond between them had grown stronger than ever over the last several months, and just then had taken another leap forward as she had reminded him of how she viewed their relationship, and her place in the broader group.
He had still never really wanted to be a slave-owner in any way, but her devotion to him was… awe-inspiring, in many ways, and Harry felt himself wanting nothing more in that moment than to be worthy of it.
“That’s it, my dear, my love, my Pet,” he sighed, letting himself move just to rest a hand on her drenched hair, but didn’t guide her. “Worship me like that, and it won’t be long.”
Harry had been erect for who knew how long, and stroking himself for about five minutes before he entered the shower. He’d been fully aroused the entire time even if he hadn’t touched himself, and Lavender had studiously avoided him. Yet, even with only one side of his shaft being stroked and only the head in her mouth, he knew he wouldn’t last long. His first load would be huge, too, he could feel it churning in his testicles, which were working overdrive, no doubt already anticipating what was to follow. Rarely, these days, was one orgasm all he got out, after all.
Lavender reached up to tweak one of her swollen nipples excitedly as he throbbed in her mouth, and sighed, shivering, as he finally let go, spurting six, eight, twelve times down her throat, and leaving her tongue laden with his cum when she finally pulled free to show him. Lavender then swallowed happily, opened her mouth to display it empty again, then said, “Don’t move yet, Master. You’re still hard, after all, and your cock is still dirty.”
But she didn’t use the sponge she’d picked up on him. At least, not there. She did gently wash his scrotum and between his legs, but then looked up at him teasingly… and soaped up her breasts, instead. Once they were covered in suds, she dropped the sponge onto the shower floor, and rose higher on her knees. “Fuck my tits, Harry… I know you like doing it, and you’ve been staring at them for so long. Fuck your slave’s big cow-tits… unleash your dirty stuff all over me… let me wash you with my body.”
Harry sighed and moaned again as Lavender started moving, pressing her voluptuous chest against him, burying only a third of his huge member between even her DD’s. It still felt glorious as she stroked him, lifting her breasts on alternate sides as her body rose and fell, or together to make it seem like she was moving even faster.
That time, he lasted about ten more minutes, before with a grunt and no other warning, thick, ropy semen splattered against Lavender’s chin, her open mouth as she looked down, and then, weaker after the sixth shot, to slide up her throat and then back down, dousing his cock-head, running and pooling with the soap between his body and hers, and then down the drain.
“Perfect,” Lavender sighed, then rose once more, his shaft still between her breasts, to stand before him as he prodded her solar plexus with the still-fat tip, which had started to purple. “Now, one last bit…” She didn’t stroke him for pleasure, Harry could tell, but Lavender’s hands still felt wonderful as they moved smoothly up and down the engorged veins and ridges, then swirled around the valley between shaft and head with soap.
Finally, without a word, she reached up for the shower-head, detached it, and turned the spray onto his body, rinsing Harry completely and efficiently, as she had moved before.
Once he was soap-free, the young woman rinsed herself off again as well, put the shower back on its hook, and then reached up to put her arms around his neck, and kissed him quite thoroughly. “I’m sorry I have to go,” she whispered as they separated, the water still running around them. With her head against his chest, she held on tighter. “I want to help more. I want to be here for the rest, but… family. And Hannah’s going to help Susan with her… with her house. She’s bringing Padma and Parvati, too, since they’ve been taught a bit about running a household from their parents and Nana. Neville will be there, but we’re mostly working I think. Helping clean and- and close up her Aunt’s home. She doesn’t want to stay any more.”
“I know,” he murmured, holding her close too, his arms around her perfect waist. “She told me. I offered for her to stay here, since… well, she’s going to join us, sooner or later, under a Concubine Contract.”
“Like Greengrass?”
Harry nodded, “Is that a hint of jealousy I hear?”
“No,” Lavender laughed, though she sent him a bit of a gimlet eye as she pulled away, “I’m not jealous of the other big-titted blonde you shag regularly… why would I be? I’m your Pet, and your Slave, and your Slut. She’s just a pretty, smart girl who’ll have children with you.”
“And if you want children,” he told her seriously, “then you know- or I hope you know- all you have to do is tell me, Lavender. I’m not… I will not treat any of you differently, no matter what ‘titles’ you might prefer.”
“I know,” she replied, oddly shy suddenly, “but it’s still good to hear. Thank you. One day, probably. I’d hate to ruin these hips, though…”
“I would, too,” he laughed as she turned then pulled away, swaying her delightful arse hypnotically.
“I do have to go, though. Don’t forget to go back to Dobby, and follow his instructions.”
“Why? What’re you all planning?”
“It’s a secret,” she laughed, “But I might see you later. Mum’s shop closes at six, and I’ll be done by six-thirty. If I can come back before dinner time I will… and if Hannah stays the night, I might too. Just tell Mum I’m staying with Hannah and the Patils.”
“You… don’t tell her you’re staying here? I mean, isn’t honest…?”
Lavender laughed, “Oh, Harry, sometimes you’re such a boy. Yes, I’ll just tell my mother that I’m going to stay at the house of the rich boy I’m shagging. That’ll go over well…”
“I mean, she does… know. Right? About us?”
“Of course,” Lavender nodded as she toweled off, “but she doesn’t need to know everything. I’ve told her we’re intimate, and that other details are none of her business, and that’s how she’s left it. At least, for now. Mum’s a gossip, so I don’t want to give her too much, after all.”
“I see where you get it, then,” Harry laughed, a gentle jibe that made the blonde laugh as she finished, then headed for his bedroom.
Over her shoulder, she reminded him, “Once you’re dry, Dobby next. Don’t bother dressing, you won’t need clothes today.”
“R- Right. Okay.”
A few minutes later, Harry stepped out of the bathroom to find Dobby still standing in front of the door leading to the rest of the house, still just as erect as before, if slightly less heavy-feeling. The elf looked up at him with a gaze somewhere between measuring and cheerful, “Sir is cleansed for his ladies, good. You should be going into the Playroom now, Sir.”
“No breakfast?” he asked.
Dobby grinned, “Miss Lilith tells Dobby that Master Harry, Sir, Pleaser of Ladies, Causer of Climax, Human Stud, can, and Dobby quotes, ‘Master can cum get his fill from our cum,’ Sir. In the Playroom, Sir.”
Harry chuckled, the oddity of hearing Dobby say such things with a straight face was as amusing as he could have imagined, even if hearing him call Harry those things was… even weirder than the titles earlier.
It still felt nice to hear, though, even if he suspected it was Lilith or Hermione, maybe a bit of Ginny, who’d told the elf what to say.
Maybe that made it better.
Still, if Harry thought he was going to go hungry for a bit longer, he was mistaken. Because even if Lavender had relieved him a bit, his cock only grew larger and stiffer than before when he saw the veritable Smörgåsbordof flesh presented to his hungry eyes. “Hells, yes,” he whispered, and closed the door behind him with a wide grin.