Hard Things to Swallow
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Chap. 21: Hard Things to Swallow
"How did I get so lucky?" Harry asked the room at large as he shut the playroom door behind him.
Twenty eyes looked toward him, ten on each side in two rows of five heads each. The playroom, it seemed, was quite mutable and transfigureable. Because most of the trappings, furniture, and larger sex-toys were gone from the center of the space, and two long, cushioned benches almost like backless couches now filled it.
Atop each one was five witches, each with their heads toward the center, as if they'd been on their hands and knees ready for him, waiting for him, while he was enjoying his time with Lavender. Maybe they had been.
The thought of these young women, beauties all, at his beck and call, just waiting for him to come and use them, was intoxicating. Hermione, Hannah, Romilda, Luna, and Ginny were on his left, with Lilith, Fleur, Pansy, Daphne, and Tracey on the right moving away from him. Every one had a hungry, needy look that mirrored what Harry was sure was in his own. "Not that I'm complaining," he chuckled as he stepped between the two rows, close enough to reach down and rest a hand on Lilith and Hermione's heads, "but why the effort...?"
He was surprised that it was Daphne who answered for the group, her blue eyes warm and inviting in a way they rarely were for anyone but Tracey, "Because you haven't been taking care of yourself, that's why. You think we don't talk, Harry? Just because we aren't here, living with you, doesn't mean we don't care. Pansy and Hermione both wrote us about what happened, and we came to help you. Help with the women downstairs, and help with... well, your own stress and worries."
"That's right," Pansy replied mulishly, as if she were daring him to get mad at her for being helpful, "and we aren't going to put up with you saying it's no big deal, or that you're fine. We know you will be, but we want to help with now, when you aren't."
"You sacrifice too much for others," Ginny told him, "and you don't leave time for yourself. We know why, Harry. We do. But it makes us hurt, when you don't take care of yourself enough. Some of that's eating, drinking, sleeping enough, and you've been doing better at that according to Hermione and Fleur. But you have other needs, too. Like relaxation, and shagging our brains out."
Harry was moved almost to tears by the honest sincerity in their voices, even if the petite Weasley's last works made him laugh, and Hermione hiss, "Language!"
"Alright, I mean, I wasn't going to turn you down anyway," Harry shrugged, "Dobby made it clear I was to come in here before I left, and I don't fancy taking him on in a fight if it came to it. And who could turn down a lovely sight like this, anyway? Not me, I haven't got that much willpower. So say you've convinced me, if it helps you, but... how exactly do you see this working? What's my job?"
"I'd think that was obvious," Hermione giggled.
"Yeah, Master," Lilith joined in, rubbing her head up into his hand like a cat, "There's... thirty holes, and most of them are eager and waiting for you to use them to your heart's content. Take out your stress and frustrations, and pump them into us most vigorously. We're at your disposal, ready to receive it."
"Well. Who'm I to turn down such an offer? I suppose Winky and the Grangers can handle the women for now..."
"They're actually being attended to by a trio of Healers from St. Mungo's," Hermione told him, and she reached out a hand to stroke Harry's erection as he turned toward her. "There's an escort of two Aurors, Tonks and Kingsley, but they're making sure the women are taken care of. Oh, and Andromeda Tonks is one of the Healers, and she said she's very grateful you were able and willing to take them."
"Okay," Harry replied, and the single word morphed into a groan of pleasure as Hermione's skilled, warm mouth enveloped his shaft.
She was probably the single most skilled cock-sucker in the room outside of the Succubus, who she was rapidly approaching, and Harry knew it wouldn't be long until he exploded if things ran their natural course.
But Harry was hardly natural anymore, so he continued to let the pleasure build and build for several long minutes while Hermione's body rocked back and forth in front of him, the witch doing most of the work as he leaned over to rub her rump and grope Hannah's, then slip two fingers into the blonde's pussy up to the first knuckle. "Gods, Hermione, that's amazing," he sighed after about ten minutes, when Hannah was starting to pant with her own approaching orgasm, "and I think you need... to be rewarded!"
The climax was powerful and intense, sudden, as he let go of the restraints holding him back and his body was wracked with pleasure. Hermione drank him down greedily, letting a dozen shots flood into her throat, and a half-dozen more into her mouth and to coat her cheeks and luscious, puffy lips as she backed away. Harry could only laugh, relieved, his knees already shaking a bit from the come-down, though he didn't have long to wait.
"I love that you're always hard," Hannah sighed, then reached up to tug him toward her own mouth, and started licking up the remnants of dribbling semen. "Neville is too, but... Mmm... your cock's always just so delicious, Harry. I don't get to suck you off nearly enough."
"No one's stopping you from visiting," Harry chuckled as she went to work on him too. "You know you could bring Neville, or not, or he could come on his own. We'd always appreciate the company."
"Mm," the Hufflepuff moaned around his shaft, doing her best to deep throat his massive dong like the witch next to her had grown so adept at doing. Hannah was, he knew, quite skilled at giving blowjobs in general, but he also knew she'd never, ever catch up to Hermione's talent in that regard. No, Hannah was an anal queen, and that's where she'd always shine.
So as much as he was enjoying the attention on his sensitive shaft, Harry pulled out after ten minutes or so, no orgasm had, "Don't worry, Hannah, I'll give you yours. First, though... Romilda, by dear, why don't you show her how to throat a dick, hmm?"
"For you, always," the younger girl sighed, and opened her mouth eagerly.
Being a bit younger, smaller than any of them but Tracey with Lilith currently appearing as the older, bustier form she usually wore for Ron, the dusky-skinned girl's lips and throat were probably the tightest of the lot. It didn't stop the girl from taking every inch he had to offer with glee, her eyes rolled back in her head as Harry sheathed himself deeply, her cute little nose pressed into his lower abdomen. "See? She takes it perfectly, not even watering eyes... though she can't breathe. She'd happily suffocate on this cock, wouldn't she? Nod for me, Romilda, if it's true, and shake your head if it's not."
There was an immediate, definite nod, one that slid Harry's shaft in and out of her half an inch or so, but otherwise left him buried fully at around the depth of Romilda's clavicle. Hannah gaped in wonder as the huge bulge in her neck moved upward with the end of Harry's rod, then reappeared as he pushed back in after Romilda had taken a breath.
He left it there for thirty seconds, withdrew so she could take five deep breaths, and pushed back in again. Hold, withdraw to breathe, push back, hold again... again... again...
Then Harry pulled out just in time to spray both Hannah and Romilda with cum, his hand jerking and pumping it out as he aimed, pasting both their faces with white.
Without a word, he stepped to Luna, and she started blowing him eagerly too, easily throating his whole length, though without the skill Hermione displayed, or the eagerness to get her partners off and bring them pleasure that was Romilda's greatest source of fulfillment. Instead, Harry knew from her showing him Alra the Alraune that Luna truly did prefer just to be used. So he held her cute, waifish face with the innocent blue eyes that looked up at him with happiness between his hands, and skull-fucked her relentlessly, slamming all twelve inches into and out of her mouth, demolishing her tonsils along with any resistance, and did it again, and again.
A few of the others gasped at the perceived rough treatment, but Harry knew better. He could feel how much Luna was getting off on it, on Harry mounting her face like an animal, or better yet, the plant-girl's rapacious tentacle-vines.
Luna moaned and squirmed, and one hand moved down between her legs to work her pussy with her fingers, while Harry leaned in again, this time to pleasure her and Romilda, who was rarely given pleasure without giving it in return. Ginny might have pouted, but his Pet knew full well she'd be getting hers, too. Even if he'd tease her a bit longer.
When he finally gave Luna the feeding she was looking for, Harry withdrew quickly and fed Ginny too, though she could only take a third of his length before she gagged. Maybe he'd moved in too fast, but Ginny didn't seem to care. Instead, the Chaser bobbed quickly as soon as she could, licking the remnants of semen he hadn't left in Luna's throat or stomach off of him.
Then he stopped, pulled away, and she pouted again. "You'll get yours later, Pet. For now, I want you to teach Luna how to eat pussy. Get down there, beautiful. Gin, you aren't allowed to lick her back except to show her a technique she's not getting- and only if she needs the demonstration. Luna, pay attention to what Ginny tells you."
"Okay," the blonde grinned, and didn't hesitate to dive in. He'd thought there might have been a moment's hesitation. Aside from the first time Luna had participated in their group on the night he'd given Susan Bones her first lesson, he wasn't aware of her being with any of the girls.
But she'd gone right for it, as soon as Ginny had flipped around onto her back, with her juicy, bare cunt now aimed for Harry. No doubt, he thought as he looked into her excited eyes, she'd be the first to get his cock there.
But no.
Instead, he turned away as Luna started licking her best friend's pussy, and found his cock tip a quarter-inch from the most petite girl he'd ever shagged outside of the Succubus, and Tracey smiled, inhaled deeply of the aroma left by the five previous mouths and his repeated ejaculations. Then she grinned wider, and licked the tip.
Next to her, Daphne watched with wide eyes as Tracey licked every inch of Harry's shaft methodically, but never opened her mouth for him to enter. The slick muscle darted in and out, fairy-like touches ghosted along him as Harry watched the tiny witch worship him with her tongue. For five solid minutes, before he was panting, "Are you done teasing me, yet?"
"I suppose," Tracey murmured quietly, then opened her mouth... only to close it again. "Or not. Perhaps my lover will accommodate you. She hasn't sucked your dick in weeks."
"I don't," Daphne began, "I don't... want..." Then she sighed, "Fine, just this once."
Harry grinned as he stepped a bit to the right, close enough he could still caress Tracey's silky brown hair as he guided the blonde lesbian onto his shaft. She was, of all of them, the least skilled... but Daphne was never a quitter, and he knew her to pride herself on her drive for excellence. So, nervous and visibly so, she still licked him a few times as if she were tasting him for the first time, then gobbled him down.
She coughed twice, pulled off a bit, then started bobbing again, slowly gaining confidence as she went.
To reward her, Harry lifted Tracey up, pulling on her throat to direct her, the passionately kissed the bisexual girl while her girlfriend blew him, never getting more than about four inches, just a third of his length, into her mouth. Still, it was quite nice, so after Harry had kissed Tracey, he let her go and she returned to her hands and knees.
Once more, he bent nearly in half to caress Daphne's nether lips with his fingertips, while the other hand slid up and down her back, then around to cup one swinging, swaying, firm breast. She moaned at his touch, and Harry grinned. "That's it, Daphne... enjoy it. We all know you're a lesbian, but that doesn't mean you can't get off sucking my dick, does it?"
"Mmm... Mm-mm," she said around him, unintelligible. He knew Daphne was still a bit reluctant, though, so once she started quivering and squirming in response to his digital manipulation, he let her swallow the first few drops of cream, then returned to Tracey to let her have some too. The blonde swallowed it only reluctantly, though he could feel that she was excited at being made to do it, even if he hadn't said a thing out loud. Tracey did so more openly, then sighed, scooped some up as it dangled from his tip, then held it over her mouth as she rolled onto her back and let it slowly drip into her waiting orifice.
Pansy Parkinson sighed as he pushed into her mouth too, and let him pump a few times before she pulled off. "You can use my mouth," she explained as he grunted with surprise, "I just want to do it this way, if that's alright."
"Of course," Harry chuckled. It was rare Pansy asked for anything, she seemed to much prefer it when he took the lead sexually, so when she did it was a rare treat for him to oblige. "I'm happy to make my Slave happy. If she wants me to play with her lovely titties when I fuck her mouth, then I'll oblige."
And he did, smiling as he saw her neck bulge naughtily, her fat, round breasts bounce and jiggle as he buried himself in her and withdrew, then more mold around his squeezing fingers pliantly.
After Pansy, he moved to Fleur, who said nothing, only smiled happily at him as he received the blowjob nearly every bloke in Hogwarts from the third year and up had dreamed of during the Triwizard Tournament. Eagerly, with gusto and skill in equal measure, the blonde beauty treated him like a king, until, knees shaking with the draining he'd already gotten, he gave up fighting and let Fleur drink of him, too.
Finally, Lilith...
Only the Succubus shook her head, "No, Master... as much as I don't want to be left out, right now the girls will serve you better. I'll get mine later. Eat... Stamina Runes help, but even you're flagging. Eat them, drink of their juice, and then shag us all silly, okay?"
"Alright, love," he chuckled, then leaned down to kiss her, while behind him, he felt Hermione's hands circle his hanging cock and stroke him once he got within her reach.
Then he stood up and stepped around the benches, keeping his eyes on the lovely, sensual, sexual creatures arrayed for his use and enjoyment, before Harry rested his hands on Hermione's hips, and drove home.
She squealed in delight as he did, the muggleborn witch's pussy stretched perfectly and far by the thick intrusion she craved. Sweat began to build on her as Hermione's body rocked back and forth in time with his, and she climaxed twice, before Harry pulled out and dropped to his own knees, his own orgasm hanging by a thread, dangling, waiting...
He was no stranger to tasting himself, not now, and had no real reluctance to do so.
But this time, he wanted to taste Hermione, and nothing but.
So he leaned into her dripping, gaping snatch, and feasted on the juice she had created for him, and him alone. Love you, he thought to her, knowing she would not get the message.
Still, Lilith replied back, "She knows, Master... we all do. Even Hannah, though she loves Neville far more. Romilda, the little tart, too. She chose Ron because Ron chose her, but she still wants and needs you, and she loves you as much as a girl her age can truly love. That's why we're here."
Harry sighed, licking and drinking, slurping up Hermione's cum from her labia, and a small hint of the hunger, actual, physical hunger, his body felt began to fade.
Hannah too, he drank from freely, not caring that Neville's was likely the last cock inside her (and several, many times, if he had to guess), because she could no more transmit disease to him than he could her. Like buttered honey she tasted, sweet and full of kindness and warmth, until she climaxed on his tongue, her body trembling and shaking.
Romilda he didn't lick. Instead, he shoved his cock into her eager, waiting pussy, and drove like a machine, smooth and hard and fast, into her until she screamed his name, her hand reaching back to hold his neck as he rutted, spilling himself into the waiting hole not once, but twice, her tight depths were just too enticing to use just once.
Then he drank from her, too, slurping up his own cum along with hers. Some of it he swallowed gamely, feeling like he should not, should be ashamed of it, but also of a mind to know what his girls felt. The rest, he let drip down into Luna's mouth, where she moved back onto her back to wait for him instead of licking Ginny to yet another orgasm.
Upside-down, he kissed the blonde while she drank his semen greedily, then he stood up, picked her up, spun Luna around, and slammed his cock into her eager pussy, too. She squealed in pleasure, took him like she took the Alraune's tentacles, with open, heedless abandon, until she was dripping white as well as her own lubricant, which both ran down her thighs.
Ginny, he fed his cock once more while he licked up her cum, drinking what Luna had prepared for him until he was almost sated, his energy restored, before he picked the red-head up, held her knees by the elbows facing the other girls, and dropped her onto his shaft. He fucked her hard and fast too, and Ginny screamed again and again, unable to stop her body from convulsing in repeated orgasms even though Luna had already given her at least two more while he'd been busy with the others.
He wasn't done rewarding Ginny for her loyalty yet, though. Into her ear as he fucked her silly, he whispered, "I know you let Ron shag your perfect little arsehole, Gin... I know you loved it. Here's your reward..."
Harry creampied her heavily, using his Succubus-magics to give her ten times even his normally large loads, until her belly started to swell, and she couldn't help but gasp. Then he pulled out and used the girl's own hand to keep herself sealed. Gently, for her slender, slight body was Rune-enhanced but still human, he set her down next to Luna. "Clean her up, girls... Romilda, Hannah, yo two, if you please. Luna, Hermione, you two can take a bit of a break, or enjoy each other if you wish. I'm feeling loads better, after the other side I think we'll be good to get on with the day."
"We shall be zhe judges of zhat, 'Arry," Fleur told him, but he only grinned saucily at her.
"And for that, my beautiful flower, you get my cock in your arse instead of your pussy."
"W- Wait, no, 'Arry, I 'ave not prep-aaiirred!"
Fleur didn't seem to mind, though, as he stretched her rear hole farther than anyone but Lilith had ever done before "So tight... Merlin, you have the most perfect body, Fleur, so ready for cock any time..."
"Hey," Lilith giggled without any heat, "I thought that was me!"
"It's all of you," Harry told her sincerely, "and I love you all for it. Not just that, but... this is... fuck, it's so hot you're all... doing this, for me. It... means a lot. I'm not used to... to being cared for, and I'm probably terrible at explaining it, expressing it... but it means a lot. Thank you, to all of you."
"We love you," Daphne said quietly, sincerely, as she shifted from her hands and knees on the other side of Pansy to kneel facing him. Her hand moved over her friend to touch his arm. "Yes, even me, you idiot... don't think too much about it, or I'll stop. But you'd better make me feel as good as she does right now when it's my turn. Can't believe people do that... and like it so much."
"On that, you have my word," Harry grinned, though he was entirely serious, too.
Pansy had more to add, though, and while he was pounding Fleur's ass, she hopped up, kissed Harry's cheek, then almost ran around the bench to the rows of shelves. She returned with two objects: Her own butt-plug, the chrome silver one with the diamond-glass base, and the first of the training set, much smaller than even her own not-large one. "I love the way you think," Harry laughed.
He looked over Pansy's shoulder, to stare into Daphne's suddenly anxious eyes as he kept fucking Fleur's starfish, moving harder and faster than before as he knew she couldn't just take it, but loved it, "You'll watch and learn, Daphne, won't you? You're scared... that's understandable. But you want to experience heights of pleasure you never have, too, don't you?"
She nodded once, curtly, still scared... then she whispered, "Yes..."
Behind her, Tracey grinned and stood on her knees too, before slipping her small hands around to cup Daphne's breasts. "I'll help you, love."
Harry kept pumping into Fleur while Pansy presented her bum to Daphne, and made a show of licking her silvery, conical plug to lube it up, then slowly inserted it into her anus with a sigh of delight. "It's... it's no cock," the dark-haired beauty sighed after it was inserted, "but it's still really nice, Daphne. Trust me... it's not bad. Just a bit intrusive at first."
The others offered words of encouragement too as Daphne nervously moved onto her back under Tracey's urging, but it was probably Luna's advice that hit her hardest: "Just relax and let it enter you. Your holes are there for pleasure as much as biology, and I quite like it when I have a huge t- thing stuffed up my bum."
Harry knew what she hadn't quite said, but he thought he was the only one aside from Lilith, who smirked, still dutifully on her hands and knees, but Luna, despite gently using her hands to explore Hermione's body, had made the comment so smoothly he wasn't sure anyone else had even caught the adjustment.
Tracey held the small plug, just two inches long and about as thick as his thumb, up for Harry to see, then placed the tip between her lover's full, round breasts and dragged it slowly down her stomach, over her engorged clit, and then pushed it into her pussy. Daphne sighed, "I thought it was going in...?"
"It is," Tracey told her, "just lubing it up, lover. You are scared. Relax. I have tried this one myself already. It is not bad."
Harry looked over at her as Daphne gasped.
Tracey only grinned, glanced at him, "I wore it for most of your party, in fact... I believe you just missed me returning it before we left. Now..."
Daphne gasped again as the smooth, enchanted metal slipped into her tight bum, but she didn't protest. Fleur climaxed powerfully a few seconds later, and Harry let himself fill her intestines with white before he pulled out, and Lilith pounced on his cock to clean it, narrowly beating out Fleur herself, who seemed almost delirious with lust, but was hampered by the girls on either side.
She stopped protesting with Lilith sat on her face, though, and Pansy, seeming unconcerned with the fact that she'd never been intimate with the half-Veela before, reached down to caress her pink petals, too.
"That's... mm... not so bad," Daphne said quietly. "I kind of feel like I need to- to-"
Tracey grinned at her normally more talkative lover's blush, "Evacuate?"
Daphne nodded shyly.
"Don't," Tracey told her, all seriousness, "that would make a mess. And stink."
Harry laughed along with the others as he let Lilith free to pleasure Fleur and Pansy with her own mouth for a bit, then slipped into the smooth, deep pussy the dark-haired Slytherin had left open for him. She was tighter than normal with the butt-plug inside, but that only made her feel even better.
Well over ten orgasms in, and more than an hour of nothing but sex, Harry was starting to feel over-stimulated anyway, but he held on, shagging Pansy smoothly and gently for now to give himself a bit of a break, but also because he knew she wasn't quite as used to having things in both holes at once as she let on.
She came first, though, and again before Harry let himself spill into her while Lilith moved to let him kiss her as he did.
He moved past Daphne, though, which made her frown. She drew in a breath to protest, but he only shook his head, "Patience, patience... Tracey? Are you ready?"
The tiny brunette nodded, and returned to laying across the bench, though she moved to lay on her side facing her girlfriend and lifted one leg. "I am ready."
He pushed into her more gently still, slowly easing his huge size into her tight, tight vagina, knowing that if he went to fast it would hurt her no matter how ready she was. As always, she was almost painfully tight, but still somehow took him all though he felt her cervix mold and pop to let him into her womb with a soft whimper.
"Too deep?"
"Deeper," Tracey moaned, her eyes rolled back in her head, "It is delicious pain. It belongs to me... you are for me."
He swallowed, knowing now exactly what sort of promise that set of words meant to her, and slowly began to withdraw.
He'd used most of the girls hard and fast, fucking and shagging more than anything else, using them for pleasure even though they got theirs too. But Tracey, third to last, he made love to slowly and gently, as much to let her smaller body stay safe since it was not protected and enhanced by Runes to the level the others were... but also because he knew that, over-sexed or not, if he fucked her rapidly, her tightness would ensure he couldn't last long.
And damn it, if he didn't want it to last.
Over the course of the next ten minutes, kept track by a few glances at the clock over the door (placed there, he knew, to make it harder for them to lose track of time in here), Harry stroked in and out of Daphne's petite, fairy-like lover less than a hundred times, taking fifteen or twenty seconds in, and the same out, dragging himself almost glacially slow across her inner folds.
In that time, Tracey had six orgasms, while he had none.
She had a fifth when he let loose another torrent, his balls itching and shaking inside his scrotum, even the magic that fueled them now starting to wear thin.
When he pulled free, it was Tracey herself that rose to clean him, glassy-eyed and hungry for it, while he watched most of the women gently pleasuring each other, and Daphne watched her lover worship his flesh with renewed anxiety, and more than a little excitement.
"Are... are you going to shag my- my arse?" Daphne asked quietly once he was well and truly semen-free again.
"No," he told her, and grinned at her sigh of relief. "Not yet, anyway. You've a lot of stretching to do if you don't want it to hurt. At least the whole training set. But a little bit of pain isn't bad, either. No, I'm going to make love to you, too, Daphne. I hope you don't mind."
She swallowed as he sheathed himself in her, shaking her head, and gasped as he bottomed out, "Ah... it... it feels so strange, in there, with- with-"
Pansy, next to her, pulled her lips from the side of Fleur's breast to turn her head, "But good, right?"
Daphne blushed, seemingly only then remembering that she was surrounded by people watching her have sex, and with the new intrusion of a little dildo in her anus. Still, she nodded, "It's... it's not bad, at least."
Harry grinned, then leaned over her to whisper in her ear, "Should I give you a child tonight, Daphne? I'm not ready, but if you want to, I..."
"No," she squeaked, loudly, "Not- not tonight!"
He grinned, "Okay," and started moving inside her.
He wouldn't ask why, he had a good idea. She wasn't ready either, for one. For another, there was a big difference, in Daphne's eyes, between sex for pleasure and doing it to make a baby. He doubted, somehow, that she'd even want Tracey there when they got to that point. Maybe after the first one, but she was so private in so many ways, even that was up in the air.
Harry moved in her gently, touching and caressing her now-familiar body in ways and with such precise technique and skill, that the boy who'd lost his virginity to this very girl a little over a year ago would have been astonished. Her body reacted in kind, and Daphne was soon writhing, panting, gasping, and begging for more, more, more.
He gave it to her then, hard and fast like the others, until she screamed and clutched at him, her beautiful legs wrapped around his bum, her nails digging red lines into her back in a mind-shattering orgasm.
Finally, it was Lilith's turn, and she cleaned him orally, drained every drop of cum he could give her with her pussy, and then hopped up as clothes formed about herself while shifting into the blonde form of Lilian Vergot.
"Alright, Master, time for your ladies to get cleaned up. You should be clean enough... it's time to go talk to the ladies downstairs, now that you're fed and emptied again."
He swallowed. Damn... as good as the last nearly two hours had been, he'd almost forgotten that there was so much to do.