Heights
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Chap. 39: Heights
Harry sighed in bliss as Tracey’s tiny hand, smaller even than Lilith’s normal form, if not by much, closed just over half-way around his cock as she knelt beside him. “You taste divine, Daphne,” he murmured, “I always loved that cherry flavo- oh, my… Tracey! I certainly don’t mind, but most of that should be for Daphne for now, don’t you think?”
He had thought the petite witch was going to lick her girlfriend’s pussy alongside him, but she seemed to have other plans. While Pansy, Lavender, and Romilda had begun caressing the buxom blonde, and Lilith hovered over her face, teasing Daphne with her beautiful bald pussy, not quite able to reach it no matter how she stretched in the swing, Tracey had gone lower, turned, so that she knelt beneath Daphne and faced him.
Then she had licked him from balls to tip, an expression of bliss on her face. “Wanted to taste your Pet Succubus on your todger, Harry,” she murmured. “I’m glad I did… her bubblegum flavor on you is very nice.”
“I do enjoy it, yes,” Harry chuckled, “though right now I’m having a hard time enjoying anything but your mouth… jells, Tracey, you’re always so eager, and every time it surprises me.”
“I like sex,” the small woman shrugged, her shoulders barely shifting, “Whether with you or Daphne… and, I am sure, soon enough with the others. Daphne I love. You, I am coming to love if I do not. I believe that I do. You are for me.”
“Merlin, I hope so,” Harry sighed as her lips closed around his swollen head. Somehow, he forced his attention forward, though. At least, most of it. Pansy had a hand on Lilith’s thigh, though she wasn’t moving it much, but her other one was on Daphne’s chest just below her breast, framing it between her pointer finger and thumb.
“Is this alright, Daphne?” Pansy asked quietly, “I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
The blonde only shook her head, still looking up at the teasing Succubus’ twat just an inch out of reach of her tongue, “I knew what I was getting into when I asked for you to be here, Pansy. We’ve been friends for a long time- damn it, Lilith, quit teasing me and let me taste you!”
The creature only giggled, “Nope. Haven’t earned this pussy yet.”
Daphne growled, clearly annoyed but unable to do much about it from the swing, so she looked over at her friend with a huff, “It seems almost inevitable at this point, doesn’t it? As long- as long as we’re friends, sisters, or whatever is… is happening here, then… it’s fine. I don’t love you like that, and I know you don’t love me that way, but… I do care. It’s… fine. Tracey will be my one, though.”
“Of course,” the dark-haired former bully smiled softly, “I never would have thought otherwise. Harry’s mine… but I have to admit, if it wasn’t him, I… I might have chosen Hermione, at least after his good advice.”
“She’s good for you,” Daphne murmured, “but yes, you can touch me… Lavender and Romilda aren’t being shy, are they?”
Harry followed Pansy’s eyes as Daphne glanced to her opposite side, where the blonde Gryffindor and dusky-skinned younger witch were both running hands up and down her body, sliding along her back, the underside of her legs as they hung in the chair, and of course her delectable rump between them. Lavender was the first to grope one of Daphne’s breasts, “As lovely as mine,” she murmured, then grinned, leaned in, and with her fingers still framing one already erect nipple, pulled it between her lips, too. “Mm…”
Daphne sighed too, her head lolling back into the netting, “Ah… that feels good, Lavender…”
“I’ve had some practice lately, thanks to Harry and Parvati, but thank you,” the other girl giggled, but released the nipple for the moment to turn her head and bite Lilith’s creamy thigh, instead. “Don’t be such a tease, Cat. Let her lick that pussy, you pussycat.”
“Fine, fine, Doggy,” Lilith giggled, looking back at Lavender before her face disappeared from Harry’s view behind her thin body, looking down herself. “You ready to finally get some of this, Daphne?”
“I’ve been wanting to for a while,” Daphne moaned, “Please…”
Daphne Ophelia Greengrass was used to having a woman’s touch, a woman’s mouth, a woman’s body, pressed against her. Less so Harry, but she was getting increasingly used to that. Other than Harry, no man had ever so much as gotten a hug from her besides her father. Not one.
This situation was still overwhelming.
In the Slytherin’s (oh so) humble opinion, Tracey Davis, her girlfriend, was an excellent lover. It had surprised Daphne very much, that first time they had been intimate, that what she had claimed as ‘simple practice for her future spouse’, had been the most eye-opening experience of her young life. Tracey Davis, her best friend for years, her confidant, her ‘junior’ in academics, in society, in everything, had quickly taken the lead. Pushed Daphne further, farther, faster, than she would have otherwise.
Taught her not only to practice kissing, touching, but what an orgasm felt like, and how easy it was for Tracey to bring one out in her with her fingers. The next night of the vacation when it had happened, her mouth. The night after, the last of that visit, her own deliciously smooth pussy.
Since they, they had explored much together. Their own feelings, both discovering that they much preferred looking at, even talking about, the beauty of the fairer sex than the men of their House (neither, at the time, dared look elsewhere). Realizing, together, what that meant.
The later revelation, after Harry Potter had taken Daphne’s virginity, and then Tracey’s months later on the train, that while Daphne very much considered herself a lesbian who enjoyed sex with one man alone, Tracey was more bisexual… but she still only wanted one man. That their casual ‘girlfriend’ status had evolved to something so much deeper, so much more profound, than she ever could have imagined as that young, flighty girl who hid from what her peers might call ‘romantic entanglements’ behind a veneer of ice-cold perfection, at least publicly.
She loved Tracey deeply, so deeply, intensely.
Tracey, who knelt between her legs, below them, sucking Harry Potter’s cock while his hands rested on Daphne’s own thighs, caressing them slowly, watching her other friends touch her, lick her, taste her…
Her body betrayed her, or at least it felt like it did, when she shivered as Lavender Brown, a girl she’d barely tolerated a year ago, licked her nipple as it was held between her soft, loving lips. Loving, as the girl loved everyone. Harry the most, everyone knew that. She liked Ron, thought he was very cute, and enjoyed spending time with everyone, especially her best friend, but it was obvious to Harry’s whole family that Lavender loved everyone, and loved loving everyone… the more intimately the better.
She’d only met one other creature possibly as openly pansexual, and as deeply sexual, as Lavender: Lilith herself. Not even Fleur or Harry were that eager to be with just everyone available. Even Romilda, who even now was kissing a line up the top of Daphne’s left though toward the hip joint while her hands reached under to fondle her bum. Romilda wanted sex, to serve, to give pleasure, not to take and give in equal measure, and experience closeness and actual emotional intimacy while doing so.
Pansy, well… her longtime friend hadn’t ever really even been on Daphne’s ‘list’ until recently. The vagaries of life had ensured that she would have to either marry or be a concubine, and so any romance had been cut off before it started, except for with Tracey, who happened to be the first. And Pansy had, she assured everyone early and often in their friendship, preferred men.
It didn’t stop her from suckling Daphne’s right tit now, or kissing a line up it to the blonde’s neck, or even nibble on Lilith’s bum-cheek before leaning in to kiss Daphne again, while the Succubus still teased above her.
Harry hadn’t done more than caress her. Tracey had barely touched her. Lilith hadn’t, either.
There were no Runes being applied…
And she was already going insane with it all.
Not that she preferred using such vulgar terms, but Tracey had never, ever failed to bring her to orgasm. Not once. Harry, for all that it had been his own first time in the library, had been hampered by his own desperation to reach climax, but still tried his best to get her off, and, with her own lust spiked into overdrive by what she now knew was the Succubus’ Fog of Lust and mere presence, it had been easy enough for her to climax a few times that night.
This, though… this was beyond it all.
Am I just a wanton girl who wants her friends to worship her body? Is this just about sex? Are Lilith, or Harry, doing something…? Something to make me experience more pleasure, or… or is this all me?
Daphne didn’t know, couldn’t tell. All she knew was that nearly helpless, swinging slightly in the air held only by rope and the scant padding beneath her bum, back, and head, her body was on fire, and every touch sang like glorious sparks along her skin.
Then Lilith’s beautiful, eternally youthful bald cunt came closer. She didn’t reach up, strain with her tongue. Not this time… she’d been teased too much.
The Succubus wasn’t teasing. Her folds, precious, pink, smoother even than Tracey’s own, folded and molded around her nose, her mouth, the tiny clit pressing into her nostrils, and Daphne inhaled a scent that her mind equated with Divinity itself.
It is like muggle bubblegum, she thought, as her tongue moved automatically, pushing up into the Succubus’ perfect little pussy, sliding along folds that were both strange and achingly familiar, similar to her girlfriend’s, but just a little different.
“Interesting choice, Lils,” she heard Harry chuckle, “I know that shape… it’s not your usual.”
“I thought you and she would both appreciate it, Master,” the Succubus murmured above her, and ground the cunt into Daphne’s mouth again.
She couldn’t take it. Her whole body was on fire… The Succubus tasted so good, there were too many hands touching her, too many and- and-
Daphne Greengrass shook rapturously with the simple caresses and kisses of three of her friends, while her girlfriend sucked the cock of the man they both loved between her own legs.
Above, perhaps triggered by Harry’s pleasure, perhaps by her own, or just maybe by the work her tongue was doing, the Succubus’ vagina exploded with juices that ran, splashing, dripping, like ice-cold fire down Daphne’s chin, her neck, between her breasts, tickling her sides. More went down her throat, the sweet gum flavor a delight on her taste buds, both warming her with the faint cinnamon and cooling her with the inhuman temperature of it.
“Ah… that was good, and fast,” Lilith exhaled slowly as her orgasm subsided, “It’s been a while since anyone has made me cum besides Master… thanks for that, Daphne… but I’m afraid my pussy juice can’t stay in your lovely little tummy. I need it, you know…”
It was…
Less pleasant, though not unpleasant, to feel it gurgling upward as the Succubus rose further into the air, away from the swing, hovering almost effortlessly though she knew her wings beat furiously, invisibly, to do so. It was almost like vomiting, only without any unpleasant flavor, or wretching.
It was mostly just weird, to see the thin, clear liquid, almost water-like, with its cinnamon-gum flavor exit her own mouth, gather itself from her sides and even where it had fallen nearly to the floor or beyond, into a slowly rotating sphere over her.
A moment later, Lilith was on her feet beside them, taller than usual but still slender and thin, so that she could draw easily with that same liquid. “First, though…”
Her fingers dipped down, and one slid inside Daphne’s own cunt, swirled around a few times, then was brought to the Succubus’ mouth. After she had savored it a moment, grinning down at Daphne, she repeated the gesture, nearly making her climax again, but took the digit to her mouth, instead, “Taste yourself, Daphne… it’ll be good, I promise.”
“I know,” she whispered, “I’ve done it plenty of times… I like it, too. Like cherries, as Harry says.”
“Mm…” Lilith’s eyes fluttered as Daphne sucked on her finger, then pulled away and rose up again, this time to show her the place she had just drenched. “That was your pussy’s shape I took… it’s nice, it feels very good. You’re sensitive.”
Daphne’s eyes widened. “M- Mine?”
“I didn’t think you’d mind, perverted girl,” Lilith teased, then leaned in to kiss the small sphere, sucking a bit between her lips, too. “Ah… I also taste damned good, if I’m honest with myself… but no one else gets any. I’ve got to start working. Whenever you’re done with Tracey’s mouth, Master, Daphne’s more than wet for you.”
“Alright,” she heard him sigh, “Though I kind of want to cum just now, and go again… we’d best wait, Tracey. Do you want to lick her a bit with me?”
“Oh, yes,” her girlfriend exhaled, and she watched the top of the brown-haired head turn, then her lover’s gorgeous eyes appear from between her legs, “I’d like that very much. What about you, Daphne? Do you want the people you love to go down on you at the same time?”
“Please,” she whispered, ashamed at how much it sounded like she was pleading, whining.
She was, though. Desperately.
Thankfully, Tracey didn’t make her wait, and Harry was only a few moments behind, sinking to his knees next to the more petite girl as she made room for him.
Then both their mouths were on her, while Pansy, Romilda, and Lavender took turns kissing what little of Lilith’s girl-cum remained on her lips away, or suckling her, caressing her, making love to her whole body with their hands.
Daphne Ophelia Greengrass lost her mind almost instantly, reduced to little more than a shrieking, moaning, shaking mess of body-ruining pleasure as not just one, but three orgasms were ripped from her in rapid succession.
Tracey Davis licked the squirt her girlfriend had just deposited in her and their boyfriend’s mouth with relish, knowing what was to come.
Daphne, yes, again but also her.
Their strap-on, after all, was no mere muggle device. It was purchased from a magical vendor of adult devices, and had come with more enchantments than Tracey had even thought of as she and Daphne read through the instruction book together that first night.
She would feel everything Daphne felt, though there would be no penetration on her end. Or at least, she would feel as if she were a man, with a penis, sliding into the hole that gaped open still from both her fingers and Harry’s, dripping more liquid that was gathered up by Lilith almost off-handedly as she scribed the most fascinating shapes into Daphne’s body.
It had, as Harry had told them it probably would, started just above her slit. By the time she and Harry had licked Daphne to her fifth orgasm, it had moved to her navel. As she stood up, Harry alongside her stepping back and handing her the device that she started to slip her legs through, Lilith had circled her girlfriend’s navel with a double ring of the strange, softly-glowing characters.
A faint blue, rather like Daphne’s eyes if they had a light behind them, she thought. An unexpected, but fitting color, given that she knew now that others had runes that glowed differently.
Lilith looked up from her work briefly as Tracey paused, then moved her hand down, “The core Runes, centered at the Core of a being. To us, not the navel Chakra, but the womb, or testicles for a man. Daphne is very much a woman, so we start there. Runes to enhance libido, provide stamina, increase strength, protect against disease, and so on. The foundation of later work. Hers will not be very customized, the first sets usually aren’t, but they will still help for later.”
“The location, then?” Tracey asked quietly, always fascinated with Rune-work.
Lilith nodded, “Far more important for the first set, yes. Around the navel twins, or links, her sexuality, her womanhood, with the core of her health, her body, her vitality. It’s that way for most people. In fact, Ron Weasley is the only human I’ve given them to that wasn’t that way, his core is, perhaps predictably, his stomach.”
Harry chuckled, and knew that his best friend would have blushed, while Hermione would have laughed aloud. “That’s definitely true.”
“Not just because of his eating habits,” Lilith giggled, and slid her hand higher, “But it’s partially that. For him, home is centered in the kitchen, it’s where he sees the most of his family. There’s more, but there are never just one reason why things are like that. Still, as I said, most humans consider their center at the navel Chakra, whatever it’s called. Smechhellem, to us… the Bridge. Anyway, from here, we’ll go up between and then around Daphne’s breasts with what little we have left of my squirt and the bits you’ve added since. This will tie her to her sense of self, her beauty, and what she believes of herself from it. Finally, with Harry’s orgasmic juice, we’ll add her mind, which is keen, but hardly the center of her being. It will help with her concentration, focus, but not as much as the physical ones do for stamina, and so on. Somewhat because it’s simply harder to adjust those attributes in a being, but also because Daphne’s sense of self relies more on her body than her mind.”
“Will mine be different?” Tracey asked as she finished buckling the strap-on in place.
“Absolutely,” Lilith smiled, as Harry stepped up behind her and cupped Tracey’s meager breasts, leaned down to kiss her shoulders, the side of her neck. “You are beautiful, but do not think of yourself that way, so your own mental connection will probably be the second strongest, rather than the third, after the Smechhellem- Shmeh-shell-en- Bridge. It won’t have all that much functional difference, pretty much all the foundation Runes have the same overall effect. They’re better at shoring up weaknesses than accentuating strengths, which is what the second tier usually does.
“Mind you, there’s not a lot of research into this. Most Succubi or Incubi that come back have only one or two people that they’ve enhanced this way. I’ve already done more than the vast majority ever do, simply because most Succubi are only Contracted briefly. Margolie and I being here for more than a year is extremely unusual, especially considering her Contractor isn’t even the one who Summoned her, but it’s been near a decade.
“We do know a fair bit, of course. What Runes do what, and mostly why. It’s still more art than science, however.”
Tracey nodded, shivering as Harry caressed her some more, then nudged her forward a bit with his cock against her bum. “Go on, love… make your girlfriend squeal some more. Which one of you ladies wants to take care of me in the meantime?”
“Me, me!” Romilda shouted.
“Nope,” Lavender laughed, grabbing the girl’s waist and using her sudden momentum against her, spinning, and releasing her into Daphne’s side.
On the swing, the blonde suddenly moved in an arc, jerked to the side, and spun a bit herself, nearly catching Pansy as she jumped back out of the way. Her thigh hit Tracey, who stumbled but kept her feet, and reached out, laughing, to halt or at least slow her girlfriend’s now spinning movement.
Lavender used the chance her surprise attack had gotten her to all-but tackle Harry, and Tracey turned to watch, her arms moving almost automatically to slow Daphne’s swinging, as Romilda pouted.
She wasted no time crouching before him, gobbling that glorious shaft down… but she only bobbed a few times before she stood up, “Hold me, Master?”
“Of course, dear Pet,” he chuckled, and held his arms out as the gossipy Gryffindor leaped into his arms. Harry, much modified by basic Runes like Daphne was getting now and further by his Contract, had no difficulties putting his arms beneath Lavender’s thighs as her legs wrapped around him, spider-like, then lowering her onto him. Both sighed as he entered her pussy, and immediately started sliding her up and down.
Tracey felt a momentary pang of jealousy, over both of them strangely enough, but pushed it down. This was not the time for that, she had already committed herself. Soon, perhaps even tonight, she would be getting her own first Runes anyway. These same people would be making love to her as they had with Daphne. Her last glance before turning her attention to shagging her girlfriend was to the shy red-head who still stood back, watching.
Susan Bones jumped as she realized Tracey was watching her, and turned scarlet… but she didn’t pull the hands off her breasts, or from beneath her skirt. Instead, the Hufflepuff turned to face Tracey fully as she did, as if daring her to watch, or to give in and look away.
Tracey let herself smile, and murmur, “Beautiful,” before she turned her focus to Daphne, who was watching her intently now that the swinging had mostly stopped.
Romilda didn’t even seem put out. Instead, she merely watched Tracey’s strap-on dildo get ever closer to Daphne as she stepped in again. “Lubrucus,” the slight witch murmured as she touched the phallus, though it hardly seemed necessary: Daphne was drenched. It would help, though, as the glass, enchanted to be clear yet somewhat pliable, about as much as a real erection, grew closer.
Tracey sighed as the tip ghosted along the faint hairs that had started to grow since Daphne had last groomed herself, just that morning. It feels so good… it’s always good, but this is a nice touch, something new.
Her fingers moved the tip up and down Daphne’s soaking slit a few times, not for lubrication, but to bring pleasure to both, tease them both as well. Pansy grinned, and the hand groping Daphne’s breast slipped lower to frame her folds, spread them slightly. “Put it in, already,” she chuckled. “Daphne’s panting, you know? Do you want me to guide you?”
Tracey’s eyes widened. She’d never even thought of that!
“I want you to suck it later,” she exhaled, “but for now, yes… guide my fake cock into Daphne’s pussy, Pansy.”
The dark-haired witch grinned, and Tracey sighed as the fingers, often cool but now scorching hot, fell over the glass, transferring the sensation of touch to her.
She stepped in closer, just a little. Pansy pulled on the swing in tandem with Romilda, their eyes locked over Daphne.
Tracey stepped in again…
Pansy lined her up, and then both let go.
Sex swings had been in use in some fashion for centuries, Tracey knew.
She’d never thought of using the momentum of gravity pulling down to have her girlfriend speared on their dildo.
Warm flesh enveloped her again. It was hardly the first time, the pair used the device almost every night now, one or the other. Daphne had even sucked her with it a couple of times, practicing for Harry.
Somehow, it was still more intense like this, as Daphne’s mass drove against Tracey’s slender waist, fully burying the dildo inside her body in a smooth motion.
“Ah…”
It was so familiar, shagging Daphne like this. Their first time using the device had been with Tracey standing beside their bed, Daphne on the edge. It was very much like this, in fact, aside from that the blonde moved more easily around her. And, of course, that others were there, too.
But Tracey could not focus on them very hard. Lavender still bounced in Harry’s arms, sliding up and down his lovely, massive cock. Pansy and Romilda still touched Daphne, and Lilith still scribed her mysterious, arcane Runes higher and higher.
She didn’t care, she couldn’t.
She was one with her lover, and that was what mattered. She slid in and out slowly at first, gaining momentum, power, speed, with every thrust. Somehow, the Succubus kept drawing even though Daphne bounced wildly in the air, her eyes rolled back in her head more often than not, gasping, writhing, panting with need that Tracey only hoped to satisfy as she became increasingly ragged, rough.
She wasn’t yet used to this pleasure, and it was so much more intense than normal!
Her body would cum soon.
She simply couldn’t help it.
Thankfully, Daphne still did first, gasping, crying out her name with abandon, every sound a note full of desperate love, of affection, of care.
Tracey Davis knew she was not the only woman in Daphne’s life, or even the only one she loved so deeply.
She was content, happy with that, because she knew Daphne loved her in a way she loved no one else, not even her precious little sister.
How could she not be? Tracey herself loved Harry, too. Loved Pansy, Astoria, her own family, and was coming to love the others in Harry’s larger cotierre.
It would be hypocritical, at the least.
As would expecting her to hold off on her orgasm, when the still unfamiliar, intense sensation of sliding herself in and out of an orgasming cunt, that of the woman she loved above all others, doubled. “Done with that set,” Lilith murmured, “I need more fluid.”
“I… I can’t,” Tracey whispered, “I can’t stop…”
“Don’t hold back,” Harry urged, “Let it go. Lilith needs you to cum, and you do, too. So does Daphne. This is just the first set, Tracey… it’ll feel even better, later, when everything is more intense. Finish, and I’ll start the last one. You can have her again and again afterward, if you wish.”
Tracey nodded, and the bonds she kept through force of will shattered. She squirted too, as Daphne’s lovely, perfect body sent spray after spray against her, splurting out around the still-pumping shaft.
Not a drop hit the floor. Again, the clear liquid was gathered, this time hurriedly, by the Succubus who started drawing almost as soon as the reservoir began to build. “Master, you’ll need to do yours soon. This won’t take that long.”
“Alright,” he nodded, as Tracey somehow stepped back, unsure how she would survive the next five to ten minutes without being inside her lover, without those sensations.
Then Romilda was there, blowing her dildo as if it were real.
Tracey looked down, the mind-broken girl smiling around the glass phallus. She pulled off just long enough to say, “Let me serve you, Tracey, let me make you feel good.”
The waifish witch looked up to Daphne, who watched her.
Watched her, and smiled. Nodded, as Harry stepped toward her, and her focus shifted to him.
Trepidation was gone from Daphne’s eyes. She had been so nervous about this last part!
Tracey had, too, but for a different reason, and only recently. How was she to really know just how intense the urges were? She wasn’t even the ones getting the Runes, this was just backlash!
But if Daphne was okay with this, then… “Suck it all, Romilda,” Tracey agreed, “And finger me, too. I want to cum so hard…”
All she could do was sigh as the girl did as she was told, and watch her girlfriend’s anxiety return… If only for a moment.
Daphne Greengrass knew there was no going back, not now. It was far too late. She was lost in lust, in ecstasy, the haze of magical power around her palpable as it encouraged more, deeper acts.
She loved Tracey, and wanted her to be happy. Watching that little slut Romilda on her knees, servicing the smaller girl made her so happy.
Pansy, Lavender, now touching her again in Romilda’s place, made her happy.
Harry made her happy, as he stepped toward her, his massive cock shrinking visibly. It still looked imposing, huge.
That was…
That’s going in my arse.
Lilith, over her head now and drawing on her cheeks with both hands in mirrored ways, smiled down at her, “Relax, love. Master won’t hurt you, and you’re deep enough it will only feel good. There’s no reason to fear. Besides, we know you’ve been preparing for this.”
Daphne nodded. She couldn’t really speak. It was still terrifying, knowing that Harry would take her virginity again, in another way! A way she’d never even been remotely interested in until that stupid conversation when she’d asked Pansy about her butt-plug, and Lavender about her tail!
Now…
Harry’s cock-head nestled on her anus, and Daphne winced.
“I love you,” he whispered, as his hands circled her legs, holding her in place, preventing her from moving back.
“I-” she began.
Daphne could only finish with a gasp as Harry slipped inside her bum, stretching her in unfamiliar ways. She’d only ever had the training plugs in her, and only moved up to the third of nine.
Harry’s cock, even shrunken to something approaching a normal size, felt like the whole arm of a giant as it smashed past her sphincter and into her rectum.
She’s right, Daphne thought idly as her eyes bugged out, it doesn’t hurt. Strange.
“You feel so good,” Harry moaned, his face scrunched up oddly, cutely, with pleasure. “Fuck, Daphne…”
“Use my virgin asshole,” she moaned, sounding exactly like the scarlet woman she felt like. Only prostitutes did this, right?
She didn’t even like men, so why…
Why would she…?
Oh. Stupid… it’s because you love Harry, and you want to be part of his family in every way.
You do want this, silly girl.
The voice sounded more like Astoria than Daphne, but she knew it was her own mind all the same. So she nodded, her eyes on Harry’s rapturous face, as he started to pump in and out. Leaving her both hollow, and too full, in equal measure.
It didn’t hurt.
It didn’t really feel good, but it was okay.
“Second set done,” Lilith told Harry a few seconds, perhaps a minute, later. “I’ll need your cum soon, Master.”
“Nope,” he chuckled, “This is too damned good… how is it, Daphne?”
She couldn’t answer.
She could barely understand that he had said words.
Because the moment before Lilith had started talking, her pleasure had spiked again, and ‘okay’ suddenly became amazing.
Like the first time Harry had taken her in the library, while the Succubus had dosed her with arousal-inducing dust.
Better, because now it wasn’t something she thought of as a tripped-out fantasy, but real.
Harry Potter loved her, and she loved him. His other lovers were pleasing her, or pleasing her girlfriend, who wanted already to come back to her, to slip inside, to lick, touch, caress, move together…
“Cumming!” she cried, the first words, the only word, she could think of.
Her body tightened on Harry, and he sighed, “Ah… alright, then, dear one… here you go.”
He didn’t do it inside, at least. Daphne wasn’t sure she could handle that- she might truly go mad!
It seemed almost anticlimactic when he pulled out and immediately started stroking that lovely cock, to jettison his usual massive load all over her stomach.
Daphne didn’t remember much after that. She knew that Tracey was there again, licking her cunt, beside Romilda. That Harry and Pansy were shagging on the couch for a while, with Lavender attending to Daphne’s upper body alone, while Lilith drew more.
After that, when she heard, “Done,” there was nothing for a long time.
At least, nothing conscious.
Daphne Greengrass was little more than a sex monster, she thought. Wanted nothing more than to ravage them all, or be ravaged, or both. Thankfully, they did, and understood. Her body shook and shivered, a dozen and more orgasms went by, until she could no longer count.
People moved, changed positions. Every one of them licked her to at least one climax, Harry and Tracey included, though both also took turns with her pussy and asshole, the dildo in use once more. All she really knew was that her night concluded with Tracey in front and Harry in back once more, no longer in the swing, but still tied by one ankle and wrist to the bed-posts, with the wizard beneath her and the witch on top.
That pleasure was too extreme, and even her lust-mad self could not handle it. She could remember no more except pleasure, and the just-registering sounds of sex that continued around her for hours and hours.