One
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Chap. 38: One
Harry was unsurprised to see the young woman, a few years older than himself, sitting on the edge of the bed in her ground floor room, and less so that she had made a yelp audible through the door when he had knocked. “You got tense pretty fast,” he said quietly through the open doorway, “Do you mind if I come in?”
“Of- of course not,” Kennedy mumbled as her face turned red, “I… I just… I shouldn’t be reacting like this, and-”
“Nonsense,” Harry told her as he stepped in and closed the door behind him. This time, he didn’t need to ask to know what the answer would be, but he still stopped next to her as she stared at her hands, which were clasped, white-knuckled, in her lap. “Do you mind if I sit? You look like you need a hug.”
“Hah… if it was anyone else,” Kennedy whispered, “but that’s just… being stupid. Of course you can.”
He sat slowly, deliberately, and reached up with his arm to put it around Kennedy’s shoulder slowly, watching for any sign of increased tension, or other sign she was less than willing. Far from that reaction, she started to relax the moment he touched her, and by the time the one-armed hug was complete, the woman was leaning against him.
Her voice still trembled, however, as she murmured, “This is… ridiculous. I shouldn’t be… I feel so… so helpless. Useless. W- Weak.”
“Well, you aren’t any of those things,” Harry replied quietly, “I don’t think so, and no one else does, either. You had something terrible happen to you, Kennedy, but that doesn’t make you weak. I’m not an expert. I’ve done… terrible things, too. Things honestly too much like what was done to you. Ask Daphne, or Lavender, or Pansy. That things have worked out, that I’ve become a better person… that’s as much chance as anything else.”
“You couldn’t have done… all that,” she whispered. “Not like… with me.”
“If I was a little less a decent person, I could have, though,” Harry admitted quietly, “and I do mean just a little. Lavender’s circumstance was a bit different. She had literally asked me to do so at some point… it’s a fantasy of hers, a kink. Neither Pansy or Daphne were unwilling in their own way, but it… I wasn’t good. In fact, I’d say what I did was outright evil. Somehow, things have worked out, but… it’s strange to me, that me being around helps you when I’m almost as bad as the men who did this to you.”
“You aren’t, though,” Kennedy insisted, “Even if… even if you did, then, I can tell. The other girls, they can tell. You aren’t that person, are you? Not anymore. I guess people can… can change.”
“Maybe. I don’t feel like that good a person, sometimes, but maybe we can. I know I’m trying my best to. And if… if I can help, in some way, then I want to.”
“Just being here,” Kennedy whispered. “I shouldn’t… I don’t want you to be kept from your girls… they all love you. I know they do. I just… you know, before… before I was t- taken, I would have kicked than man in the groin? But… but now… I just wanted to- to take off- everything, and… and let him do to me what he- what he wanted, because… it would’ve… it would’ve been easier.”
“That’s probably the conditioning,” Harry whispered, and tightened his hug briefly as his other hand sought out hers and gave them a squeeze, too. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of… just don’t give in to those urges. I’ll help you as much as I can. Be there, as much as I can. It won’t be all the time, it can’t, but as much as I can. I believe in you, though.”
Kennedy nodded, but didn’t say anything. She still shook slightly in his arms, but she was still less tense than before.
“Y- You should go,” she said after several minutes, “I’m just being stupid. I’ll… I’ll go to sleep.”
“It’s not stupid, and no you aren’t,” Harry told her firmly, “You are not stupid, I think you’re quite smart, actually. I will let you sleep, but… do you want some help? Something to maybe help with nightmares? I’m too familiar with them myself from my own past. I know how… annoying, they can be.”
Kennedy shook her head, “Your Dreamless Sleep Potion doesn’t work on me. I’ve talked to Fleur and Hermione about it, and they both said it wouldn’t work on a- a muggle. Because I don’t have the right kind of magic, or… I didn’t really follow why, that girl can really go on a tangent about things like that, but…”
“She certainly can,” Harry chuckled, “Hermione’s brilliant, but sometimes she forgets the rest of us aren’t. There are other ways, though. A few spells, maybe, or- or Lilith can do something. I think she’s got some sort of ability to control the things people dream about. She can make sure you are having good dreams, not- not memories of that place, or that time. If that’s what you want, she won’t without your consent.”
The last word made Kennedy’s breath hitch, but her mouth twitched up in a smile. “You remember that, huh?”
“I remember everything I saw in your head,” Harry nodded, “Even if I wish we could both forget. Which we can, but… it can cause damage, if… if important memories are taken out or hidden, and there’s no way to explain the emotions that linger from them.”
Kennedy nodded. “I… if that offer is on… on the table, I might consider that. But for now, just having a nightmare-free night with good dreams is… a lot. I’ll definitely consent to that.”
Harry smiled, and closed his eyes, not that he really needed to, anymore. “Alright, Lilith is on the way down. Go ahead and get ready, I’ll-”
“Stay,” Kennedy whispered. “Please. She helps… she does. But she’s still not- not you.”
Harry nodded, “Alright. I’ll just face the door, then.”
“Thank you.”
Harry tried not to imagine Kennedy as she undressed and slipped into a long t-shirt he caught a glimpse of out of the corner of his eye, then climbed into her bed. When she told him he could turn, Harry found her laying on her side already, one arm balanced on her waist, the other tucked beneath her pillow. “I feel silly,” she sighed, “like I need a- a boy to tuck me in, when I’m…”
“I’m not a boy, even if I’m a bit younger,” Harry smiled gently as Lilith knocked on the door. “And it’s not silly to need help. If I didn’t have this lovely creature and the other ladies, I… I wouldn’t be in a good place, either.”
Lilith, too, closed the door behind her as she turned, back in her usual form, but wearing a semi-sheer nighty in sky blue that revealed her navel and flat tummy, but nothing else. All in all, it was about the most modest clothing he’d seen her in that wasn’t day wear. “Master said you wanted some help with your dreams tonight, Kennedy?”
The young woman nodded, “Yes… and in future, if you don’t mind. I… I have a lot of nightmares.”
“Of course, love,” Lilith replied gently, her voice soothing. It was a bit weird, maybe, at least to Harry, to hear and see someone who looked like a girl of maybe thirteen or fourteen at most acting in a motherly fashion, but she had no problem sitting on Kennedy’s bedside and putting a hand in her hair, rubbing through it soothingly.
“Any time, or every night, I’ll come sing you to sleep if you wish,” Lilith chuckled, “Master cares about you, and I do too. I would even without Master doing so. Close your eyes, Kennedy… go to sleep… close your eyes now, my darling… close your eyes, go to sleep… and I’ll send you pleasant dreams…”
It wasn’t much of a song, Harry had to admit, but the words at least mostly rhymed. Lilith’s voice was soothing and smooth, he had already known that, but hearing her sing an impromptu lullaby, as if Kennedy was actually a child in need of it, made his heart swell.
She didn’t need to sing for long, however. By the time Lilith had reached the second ‘close your eyes’, Kennedy was clearly drifting, her eyes fluttering to stay open. On the third, they were closed, and by the last word, she was deeply asleep. “There,” Lilith whispered, looking down at the blonde with as much compassion as he’d ever seen from her, as she pushed a stray lock of hair off Kennedy’s face and back to the rest. “She’ll sleep soundly, and enjoy her dreams, I can promise you that, Master.”
“Good. Thank you, Lilith. You’re amazing… you don’t mind? I can feed you more if-”
“No,” she chuckled, standing up with a loving smile, “You know I’d never say no to more of your cum, Master, but I don’t need feeding for this. Dream-Reader allows me to see and change them pretty easily at my rank, and the tier two ability… you know how the emotions in sexual fluids can feed you? It’s the same for me… and because I’m fairly skilled at Dream-Feeder, I can get a similar boost from that. Since part of me is watching her dreams, part of me is gathering emotional energy from them, too. It’s… not quite self-sustaining, because that’s now how my powers work, but overall the loss of energy is negligible. A single feeding from you daily, which you still provide of course, is more than enough to make up for it.”
“Alright,” Harry chuckled as he turned away, “Shadowstep? Don’t want to wake her up with the door… not that I doubt your prowess.”
“No,” Lilith teased, as her nighty faded into pink mist, revealing her body completely. “Let’s walk up like this… no one to see right now, anyway.”
“Alright,” he laughed again, but still took the Succubus’ hand as he led her from the door.
They didn’t make it to the stairs before she was in his arms, his cock buried deep inside her with her arms and legs wrapped around him, struggling to keep his pants from falling to his ankles as he climbed, crossed the first floor to the stairs, and climbed those, too. “Where?” he groaned on the highest floor, his hands busy on Lilith’s waist, lifting and pushing her down on his shaft while she kissed his neck passionately. “Where are they?”
“Play room,” Lilith gasped, “Small group, but she- ah, Master, it’s so good- she wanted to use some… things in th-eeeiir, oh Gods, right there!”
Harry stumbled a bit as he stepped through the white, gold-trimmed doors to his bedroom, prompting him to, with some reluctance, pull the Succubus off his pole and set her down, gasping for breath, on the ground. “Damn, girl… I don’t know how you’re always so amazing,” he chuckled, “but we should probably settle down… maybe I’ll wait on the shower.”
“I don’t mind,” Lilith giggled, “You smell good, Master. Come on… they’re waiting.”
With her hand circling his now wet and glistening dick, Lilith led the way to his now-familiar ‘adult playroom’, which was set up quite similarly to the dungeon room he’d had in Hogwarts the previous year, with a huge bed on one side complete with posts and a headboard so they could fasten handcuffs or other similar bindings to them, a few hooks for swings in the ceiling (a dozen now, not just one), a wooden horse, the pillory, and the same racks of smaller toys and bottles of lubricant on the far wall, and not just two but now four couches arranged around the bed, each large and comfortable, more than enough to sleep or shag on.
The women in the room were a bit more of a shock.
“Daphne…? I didn’t honestly expect you so soon.”
The blonde in question was not on the bed, or the couch, however. She was hanging from one of those very hooks in the center of the room, where one of the couches normally facing the bed had been spun around. Her legs were hitched up with Shibari ropes, her arms wide, and the blonde with a super-model’s figure was supported beneath her knees, at her ankles, her waist, shoulders, wrists, and even neck through a netting at the back for just that purpose.
Her pussy, bald and swollen with need already, was glistening as it faced him, but Daphne didn’t speak. It was easy to see why: A ball gag, bright red, was in her mouth with a black strap, and her brilliant green eyes shone with annoyance… and lust.
The other women in the room were, given Daphne, not as much of a surprise.
Tracey was a given, of course, he knew from the start that Daphne would never get Runes without Tracey present. Likely, she would be getting them this very night, or early the next morning, too. Pansy was not a surprise, she was one of Daphne’s better friends. Lilith, obviously, had come in with him and was necessary in any case as she stepped past him to put a hand on Daphne’s ankle, then give her a push so she spun slowly, giggling as she did.
Lavender and Romilda, though, were a bit of a shock. Both of the girls, submissive to him completely, were crouched with their legs spread, nude, presenting their bodies for his inspection, but far enough behind and on either side of Daphne that he could walk around her and not worry about hitting them.
Then again, without Ginny here, they’re probably the best at pleasing another woman, so it makes sense.
The last, though, was a complete and utter surprise, and seeing her standing there, looking a bit nervous but unafraid, prompted Harry to ask, “S- Susan?”
Her chin rose, “I… I will not be idle, Harry. I… I’m not ready for… for everything, and I appreciate you being willing to go slowly with me, but… I need to know what… what I’m getting into. And for that, I need to see it, to really understand.”
“I’m not saying no,” Harry assured her, “I just… it can get a bit intense. If it’s too much, you tell me, okay? There isn’t a real need for you to be here for the ritual. You can be, but you don’t have to be. And don’t worry, I won’t… well, I’ll do my best to make sure I don’t lose my head, that we don’t… go further than you’re willing to.”
“I appreciate that,” Susan nodded with a smile, but she left the rough circle the girls had formed around Daphne to lean in and whisper in his year, “Besides, Hannah’s been trying to get me to attend one of these since her first set… I thought I’d see what the fuss was about. Licking… a girl… can’t be that hard, can it?”
“It’s really not,” he laughed, “but doing it well make take some practice. I’m sure no one will complain if you want to try that.”
“I might,” she giggled, blushing.
Then the busty red-head stepped away, blushing madly as she often did when she was embarrassed, and rejoined the loose circle. Harry looked at each of them in turn, and everyone, even Romilda, met his gaze firmly, though the dusky-skinned, youngest one there licked her upper lip teasingly. “Daphne? You want this group?”
She shrugged on the swing, but it was Tracey who answered, her voice its usual, very flat and quiet tone, “She requested that I choose participants who I thought would make us both, and I quote, “feel almost as good as when we do it to each other,” end quote. Miss Abbot asked, and we both agreed, that she could watch or participate as she feels comfortable with.”
“It’s true, Master,” Lilith nodded as she swatted Daphne’s bum with an upward swing of her tiny palm, “though Daphne kind of wishes there was someone else here… you might be able to guess who. Two people, really. At any rate, it’s just us, but maybe for her second set we can be more accommodating. Have you decided who’s going to do what?”
Tracey nodded, again speaking for her girlfriend since she was gagged, “Daphne has asked that Harry use her bum with a smaller size… and that she have a plug in while I use a strap-on for her pussy. She would like to lick Lilith, and go in the reverse of that order. She suspects, after watching a set ourselves, that once she is ‘in the thick of things’ she will mind the rear hole less.”
“Probably true,” Harry nodded, then stepped up between the stunning blonde’s ankles, so that her left leg bumped against his arm as she spun, “Nod or thumbs-up if you agree to all of that, Daphne- if it’s what you want. Thumbs down or shake your head if you want something different.”
He watched her swallow with some trepidation, but she both nodded and gave a thumbs-up gesture with her right hand.
“Alright, my dear,” he grinned, “And the rest, Romilda, Pansy, Lavender, you’re here for relief and the help after?”
“Yes,” Pansy nodded, “We’d all be happy to satisfy anyone here as many times as it takes, Harry. Master.”
He grinned, “You girls know me too well. Alright, Daphne, you said you wanted to lick Lilith first… but you seem a little tense. How would you feel if we got you warmed up, first? Actually, before that… Tracey, to be clear, are you alright with all of us, everyone here potentially, having some sort of intimate contact up to and including sex, tonight?”
He was rewarded for the question with a rare blush, but an unmistakable nod. “My girlfriend is… a horny girl,” Tracey said softly, “And I want to make sure she is very satisfied when she gets her Runes. If I am getting mine, as well… I want us both to be very satisfied. This group will do.”
“Alright,” he nodded, “Just making sure. Well, then, Daphne… is that what you want? All of us touching you, teasing you, licking you everywhere we can? Nod or thumbs up- ah, an emphatic answer. Interesting… maybe you’re more riled up than I thought. Well, ladies? Romilda, Lavender, on your feet. Your Master wants you to… hmm.. why don’t you treat everywhere between Daphne’s shoulders and head as your personal playground, one to a side… and her breasts, too. They’re sensitive.
“Tracey Pansy, help me out with her lower half… not just diving in, but explore her… touch her in more places than you’re used to. There’s many more erogenous zones, after all, than just the tits and pussy… even if Daphne’s is delightful.”
Tracey Davis could hardly say that her sex life, from the start, had been ‘normal’. She had, from a very young age, known that she was not nearly as attracted to men as to women. She was, still, of course. She thought many men were handsome. Ronald Weasley, her father, Neville Longbottom… even Draco Malfoy had a certain slimy appeal in his looks, if he wasn’t sneering or being unpleasant (which he usually was). Harry Potter was the man she found most appealing, though, and her abortive attempts at sullying her bride price had prove that.
Three penises had been in her mouth. Two of them she had not enjoyed, and one she had far more than she would have expected.
Maybe it was because her hymen had been broken by Harry, but she liked him quite a lot more than those others.
Daphne Greengrass was the one she’d fallen in love with, of course. Some, looking at her life, might have called it inevitable. The two had, after all, been nearly inseparable since they had been introduced as near-toddlers. For a young woman or girl who clearly favored the fairer sex, and for one who liked a bit of both, it was only natural that they would seek intimate companionship with each other.
No doubt, both families knew they had been intimate for some time. Ophelia Greengrass certainly did, as she’d caught them once with Tracey’s head between her daughter’s thighs. While embarrassing, that had been… well, about as good as could be expected. Daphne’s mother had apologized quietly, told them to finish what they were doing, and to come have a quiet chat over tea when they were done- but to definitely finish first.
They hadn’t, of course, both had been far too embarrassed at the time, but they’d had some time to compose their responses to the likely questions. Who had started things, whether it had happened before, or would again, and so on.
Useless, it had turned out, as Ophelia had, in secret, told them both that many young women experimented like that, and that it was nothing for them to be ashamed of. And that if, as she suspected, this was neither the first nor the last time (no matter their profuse comments otherwise, she interjected as Daphne had drawn in a protesting breath), then she wished them well and happiness. Furthermore, Ophelia had assured them that she would speak with Daphne’s father and let him know, so that they didn’t have to have that awkward conversation themselves… and more importantly, her opinion that as long as Daphne was able to carry on her duties to the family, ie, keep the family going past her generation, then it wasn’t either parent’s business what was going on. And best, she had also promised Tracey that neither of her parents would learn from her or Daphne’s father.
So far as she knew, while her parents must suspect or know, that had remained true.
Her own first experience with a boy had been Harry, on the train to Hogwarts of all places, surrounded by her best friends and girlfriend, who had all watched, even gathered up a bit of her blood for a later ritual after the one they had completed by that act.
No, her sexual life was not ‘normal’, and hadn’t been before she even knew what being bisexual meant. Certainly it wasn’t afterward.
Now…
Now she was about to watch her best friend, her lover, her girlfriend, go down on a Succubus, before Tracey herself shagged her with a strap-on, and that same man who had deflowered Tracey, and Daphne before that, did the same thing to her girlfriend’s (mostly) untouched arse.
What was strange about that? She could not have been happier about it, that was what.
It was true that she barely knew Romilda, and was only acquainted with Lavender and Susan through Harry. But Pansy had been one of her good friends for a long time, too. For all of Tracey’s own oddity, she had proven time and again to be a loyal ally and had, along with Daphne, supported Tracey against their own House’s cruelties on more than one occasion.
And, well… she wasn’t picky, not really. She couldn’t be… sex felt good, being touched and loved, accepted, felt too good.
Tracey had lived most of her life outside. Outside the normal social cues and roles, outside of heteronormitivity (a word she had learned just this last two days from Hermione, a person she had been taught was worth nothing… but what a girl she was!), outside of friendships that some would call normal.
Why should her sex life be any different?
Why, when it could be… well, like this?
Watching the other women’s hands slowly roam over Daphne’s luscious, smooth skin, pull and prod and caress her girlfriend could have made her jealous, or angry.
One of the benefits of being Tracey Davis was that, while she felt emotions quite poignantly, intensely, from a ‘normal’ perspective was that she was those emotions master, not the other way around. At least most of the time. She felt no jealousy at that sight. Why should she, when her hands roamed her girlfriend, too? Daphne wasn’t cutting her out, or cheating on her.
As Lilith flew upward, the sound of quiet, invisible wings beating furiously in the air to mount Daphne’s face, Tracey watched as Harry leaned over Daphne, pulled the ball gag from her mouth but left it around her neck to nestle between her breasts, and kissed her girlfriend passionately, then raised higher to give a few licks to his Succubus’ perfect, pale pink pussy.
No, there was no jealousy… Tracey would taste that forbidden flesh soon enough herself, would have Harry kiss her like that, would kiss Daphne like that, too.
Any envy there might have been was washed away, or Transfigured as if with some spell, into excitement. Her own body vibrated with each touch she gave to Daphne, knowing how it thrilled the blonde to be teased like this, caressed, but to have nothing overt happen.
Even Harry’s erection, now that he was undressed, only brushed lightly with teasing touches along the inside of Daphne’s thighs, or even her feet as Harry rubbed those, providing a massage that did, at least a little, make Tracey jealous. But I can ask, he will do it for me, too, she knew, and the feeling faded.
In fact… Tracey looked down at the young man she was already in love with, too, and realized his cock glistened. He’s just been shagging Lilith on the way up here, the randy boy… I… I would love to know what she tastes like on him.
… And why don’t I find out? There’s nothing holding me back.
We are all of one purpose here, aren’t we?
Tracey grinned to herself, and let her hand linger on Daphne’s thigh as she ducked under the knee. She didn’t have to go far, just a single step, before she was next to Harry between her girlfriend’s legs. There, she bent again, but this time to push her tongue out, and…
Oh, my… she’s as tasty as Daphne is!