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Seductive Magic Ch. 3
🕑 Added 2024-04-12 00:39:28 +0000 UTCCouple of things: no laptop is kinda sucking, because all my italized/bolded words from google docs get lost in the shuffle. I just remembered to bold one thing this time round.
Also, originally the names of the techniques were either going to all be latin or ancient languages that were around circa the 900s or whenever it was the founders were around. Turns out, coming up with cool sounding names for moves is hard enough already, so I'm going to punt on any accuracy and just name the techniques in whatever foreing language sounds cool.
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“Oh… oh god please! Please, I can't take anymore!”
Harry grunted as he continued pumping his thick shaft in and out of Hermione's pussy. The brunette was on her back, legs spread wide as her tits bounced with each thrust, body positively drenched in sweat.
Hermione was grimacing. Harry had been fucking her nonstop for about an hour now. He'd driven her to an interminable amount of orgasms with just his cock. It had been another amazing session of mind-blowing sex.
But now it was starting to hurt. Her thighs chafed and her pussy ached with each thrust, the pain beginning to crowd out the pleasure.
Her erogenous zones were fried, her clit was aching and throbbing, her pussy was tapped out.
Harry, meanwhile, was a little bit frustrated. He'd spent the past hour trying to use the Vibratus Medula technique, and he'd failed miserably.
At first, it had just been hard to concentrate on the technique during the throes of passion, but even after getting past that, the task had proven quite difficult.
The book had not explained how one was supposed to channel their magic down to their cock. Arrogantly, Harry had thought it a simple case of just willing it to happen, He had been able to cast simple magic wandlessly before, and he figured this would just be an extension of that.
But he was wrong. He could sense the flow of magic inside his body well enough, but he could not figure out a way to ‘grasp’ it. It was like trying to catch smoke, like trying to direct the course of a raging river with just your open palm.
It was difficult, and Harry realized that since the first technique had been an innate ability of his, he didn't have the proper foundation that would have helped him figure out the second.
Overall, it was very frustrating.
“Harry, please! I-I'm serious, it hurts!”
Harry snapped out of his thoughts as he glanced down at Hermione under him, hand pushing at his chest.
He was soaked in sweat, his heart beating a mile a minute, and his cock was sore.
“Sorry.” Harry said as he pulled out of her, wincing as he finally felt just how sensitive both their sexes were.
“Its alright. I didn't realize how insatiable you could be. I guess it makes sense why you need so many women.”
“So many… huh?” Harry's cheeks flushed as Hermione sat up on the bed. They'd truly worked themselves into a frenzy. Harry figured he'd skip his morning run tomorrow.
“Don't play coy with me, Harry, I know we're not exclusive. Not when you're in those meetings flirting with everything that moves. Plus, you and Fleur Delacour seemed pretty close last year, and you're nowhere near stupid enough to let that slip by.”
Harry looked sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh…err… you noticed all that?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “I don't see you getting up close with any of the guys and personally adjusting their stance and grip.”
“You… ummm… you don't seem super upset about it.”
Hermione shrugged. “I've asked myself the same thing the past week. It's typical alpha male bullshit, but, I mean, you never led me on. And, I guess the cavewoman part of my brain just feels proud that you chose me.”
Harry placed his palm on Hermione's face. She leaned into his touch as he rubbed his thumb over her cheek.
He was surprised at just how well she seemed to be dealing with things, but then he remembered the contract.
He would like to think that his pure animal magnetism had been more than enough, but it all led back to that original sin. The DA contract slowly molded the members into his loyal followers, and it was influencing Hermione to accept his sleeping around.
It was a hard pill to swallow, realizing how quickly he'd warped someone's sense of self, but he knew he was only scratching the surface of dirty deeds he would have to commit to defeat Voldemort.
The Room of Requirement provided Harry and Hermione with separate shower stalls which they swiftly used, not interested in any more sexual contact for the day. They broke apart with a kiss, with Hermione returning to the common room while Harry went off to the owlery.
He needed to attack this from a different angle.
Instead of jumping right into forcing magic onto his cock, Harry would attempt to just channel magic in general. Perhaps onto his pinky finger first, since the book implied that the bigger the extremity, the harder channeling became.
It was a Wednesday night. He would give himself two days to work on just channeling magic. Then, over the weekend, he'd sneak back home and give it another go with Fleur and Nym.
He knew the two of them would be ecstatic when Hedwig delivered the news, and he'd hoped that in a day-long sex marathon with a metamorphmagus and a veela, he would be able to unlock the technique and move on with the book.
…
Daphne was going cross eyed as she focused on Bellatrix's clit right in front of her. Her jaw was extremely sore, and she constantly had to keep pausing to lubricate her dry tongue with her spit.
“Giving up already, little princess?” Bellatrix asked snidely before forcefully pulling Daphne's head back into her cunt.
Anastasia was standing by, nursing a glass of blood red wine with an impassive expression on her face. She would not come to her daughter's rescue.
“You have eaten us out for over an hour, Daphne, and yet you still fail to grasp such a simple concept.” Her mother bit out.
Daphne swallowed her retort, along with some of Bella's juices. This had been the dynamic for the past few days. She would spend the entire session eating Bellatrix and her mother out, trying and failing to master vibratus lingua.
Bellatrix did not like her, and she made it readily apparent with her snide comments and insults. Her mother, while clearly not as gleeful in her comments, did not hold back her tongue when she found Daphne wanting, nor her paddle for that matter.
As if her thoughts had summoned it, Anastasia smashed the broad surface of the wooden paddle against Daphne's raw, red ass. She'd been having issues sitting down at school this morning. Bellatrix and her mother had forbidden her from using cushioning charms, and the two had actually followed through and used legilimency on her to make sure she'd complied.
Bellatrix huffed. “At this rate, we might as well train a crup to eat pussy and put it in your place, for all the good you're doing.”
Bella mashed her pussy against Daphne's nose, fluids rushing up her nostril and almost causing her to choke.
Daphne's mind conjured up an excellent insult about Bellatrix preferring the company of beasts. She held it back.
This was hazing under the guise of training, and Daphne knew better than to try and be disobedient.
“I believe it is my turn, Bellatrix.” Anastasia said as she cracked her neck.
“Hmmmp, perhaps we should have an intermission and get each other off? Your daughter hasn't inherited your skills in bed, Annie, I might fall asleep on her prissy little face.”
Daphne closed her eyes. She drowned out Bellatrix, drowned out the soreness and the pain and the aching from her knees from kneeling for so long.
She shed everything around her, even her own body. She forgot about her arms and legs and neck, she forgot to the point that she stopped seeing even as her eyes remained open.
All that remained of her world were her mouth, her tongue, and the slick, hot puzzle in front of her that needed to be solved.
Her tongue was all her being, and she was magic, her tongue was magic, she just wanted to channel a little spell.
Bellatrix hiked her feet up to either side of Daphne's ribcage, ready to kick the little brat off of her.
And that was when she felt it. It wasn't as finely tuned as one of the ladies of the inner circle, but it took her by surprise.
Daphne's tongue vibrated, muscles spasming rhythmically in perfect unison, reaching a frequency that was impossible for a normal human to replicate.
Anastasia's wine glass began to tingle, giving off a high pinging sound that made Lady Greengrass smirk. She threw back the remainder of her wine before placing it on a table.
The glass shattered just as the orgasm was ripped from Bellatrix's throat. Bellatrix let out a loud, guttural moan as Anastasia looked on in amusement.
Bellatrix shoved Daphne's head off of her as Daphne worked her jaw, now supremely sore and feeling like it weighed half a ton.
“Well done, daughter.” Anastasia offered her daughter a nod in congratulations.
“She got lucky.” Bellatrix huffed as she wiped drool away from her mouth.
“On the contrary, Bella. That was most impressive.”
All three women stiffened as the dark lady entered the room. Daphne scrambled to her feet, lining herself up next to her mother.
“Mistress.” All three women spoke in unison.
Voldemort waved off their pleasantries. “I must say, you have surprised even me, Daphne. To learn the first technique in only three days, why, that is unheard of amongst my ranks.”
Bellatrix's nails dug into her palm as she clenched her fists, her eyes filling with a silent fury that only amused the dark lady further.
“I am happy that you are pleased, my lady.”
“I am. It means that I have chosen well. Your task is of utmost importance, and that Is why you will move immediately into the second technique, understood?”
Voldemort's crimson eyes fell over the three of them, and Bellatrix and Anastasia bowed their heads in deference. “Of course, mistress.”
“Good. Once you have grasped the basics, you will come to me, Daphne. For this task, you must create your own cell.”
“Her own cell?” Bellatrix hissed. “Mistress-”
“Did I give you permission to speak, Bellatrix? Did I ask for your opinion?”
Bellatrix blanched, her head drooping back down. “No, mistress.”
“I expect both of you to provide Daphne with the most thorough instruction possible. If I find you lacking, there will be consequences, understood?”
“Yes, mistress.”
Anastasia's response was all business, but Bellatrix couldn't hide the dejected tone in her voice.
Voldemort swept away from the room. As soon as she had left, Anastasia squared up on her daughter.
“Are you ready to resume your education, Daphne?”
“Yes, mother.”
…
Harry was in his element as another session of the Defense Association was well underway. Everyone had improved their casting by leaps and bounds. They weren't exactly aurors or duelists, but for a bunch of schoolchildren who had barely known how to hold their wands without fumbling, they were light years ahead.
Or they had been, at least. Today, almost everyone seemed to be in a funk. Dean had almost burnt his own eyebrows off, Ernie had messed up an incantation so badly that the spell had backfired on him, and in general, everyone was sloppy and disorganized. It was worse than when they'd started.
“TIME!” Harry bellowed under a sonorus charm. Everyone immediately stopped, more or less, though Su Li did end up slipping and casting a haphazard stinging hex at Padma, who had already turned around and screeched irritably when she was hit.
Padma turned around, an insult on the tip of her tongue, but Harry preempted her.
“You guys are an absolute dumpster fire today… all of you.” He stated bluntly.
Everyone's expression ran the gamut from guilty to irritated. Harry sighed as Susan spoke up.
“I'm sorry, Harry. W-We'll try better next time.” She said, clearly hurt by Harry's scolding.
No one seemed primed to say anything else, and Harry shook his head lightly. “Alright, will anyone tell me what is actually going on?”
“Its nothing, just a bad day at the office, mate.” Seamus said.
Harry crossed his arms as his gaze became even sterner. He no longer felt as if he was looking at his peers, but at a bunch of petulant children that needed to comply.
“Try again.”
People seemed hesitant to speak up, and Harry huffed as he picked someone out of the crowd.
“Fred, what's going on?”
“How do you know I'm not Geo-”
“Shove it with the fucking jokes and answer my goddamn question!”
That seemed to leave everyone stunned. No one got snappy with the twins, not unless they were prepared to be pranked to oblivion.
But the pale faced Fred didn't look like he was scheming on how to prank Harry until he begged for mercy. He looked like a child that had just had his hand slapped by his father for acting out.
“Its Umbridge.” Fred's voice had never sounded as small as it did in this moment. “She's going overboard.”
“I told you guys, don't rise to her bait. Just tune her out and let her blab on. The moment you talk back to her, she'll latch onto that and try to sink her claws in.”
“We get that, Harry, we really do, but you're not in there with us, she's crossed a line.” Katie explained.
“She realized no one was taking the bait when she insulted you or Dumbledore, or when she kept going on about how You-Know-Who isn't back. She started making ‘subtle’ comments about muggleborns to try and get me to snap.” Hermione said. “That didn't work either, and now she's gone off the deep end. She's started insulting people's families, saying hurtful things about their looks, she's even being racist.”
“Racist?”
“I can vouch for that.” Dean said.
“She stops just short of spewing slurs, but it doesn't make it any less frustrating being dehumanized for an entire class period.” Cho said.
Harry grimaced. Umbridge was grasping at straws now, but from the general mood, Harry could see that she might actually succeed.
“You guys haven't tried talking to one of the professors?” He asked, already knowing the answer.
“A few of us have gone to McGonagall, and I'm sure the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws have done the same with their heads of house. She's just gotten nastier.”
Harry shook his head. He knew the minister had given Umbridge carte blanche, but for her to face no consequences after multiple complaints from students was very concerning.
Harry could not afford to give Umbridge any rope. At the first outburst from anyone, she would capitalize and try to gain control over the school, under the guise that the students were being indoctrinated against the ministry. It had been extremely transparent from the start, and yet it was becoming no easier to combat. The students were a powderkeg, and no matter how much Harry tried to get them to toe the line, one of them would inevitably explode once that toad pushed the right buttons enough times.
Harry raked his brain for a solution to this as everyone began to work themselves into a frenzy, devolving into elaborate fantasies of how they'd torture and kill Umbridge.
It hit him like a ton of bricks. He could actually turn this to his favor. Umbridge had inadvertently gifted him an invaluable teaching tool.
“Alright guys, let's switch it up.” He said suddenly.
“What are you talking about, you git? We're still not done with this Umbridge shit-talking session.” Ginny snapped.
Harry fixed Ginny with a hard look. The redhead glared defiantly back, until something in Harry's stern gaze made her flush and drop her head.
“Good. Now, everyone step back a bit, lets make some room.”
Harry moved forward as everyone backed up, huddling up a little bit closer.
Harry concentrated, and the Room of Requirement provided. On the other end of the room, a dozen training dummies sprouted from the ground, lined up evenly spaced between each other.
“Bloody hell!”
Harry smirked as everyone took in the dummies, which looked like the spitting image of Dolores Umbridge.
“Alright, everyone get in line, we're going to give the blasting curse a shot. Incantation is confrigo, jab and a flick, intent helps a lot with this one.” Several students gained a hungry, vindictive flick in their eyes at these words. “Now, remember, you're casting from that mark, and your target is human sized, so accuracy is key. Use your emotions, don't let them blind you, Hannah, you're up first.”
Hannah stepped up, cheeks flushed as she stood directly behind the line that the room had conjured up. It wasn't too far back, but enough that they couldn't just blindly cast and expect to hit something.
Harry walked up to Hannah, getting awfully close to her as he stared down at her intensely. “You're more than capable of this. Remember, use that anger, but don't let it cloud your focus, understood?”
Hannah nodded and Harry pulled back.
She took a moment to get set. Her eyes filled with an intense hatred as she reared her arm back.
“Confrigo!”
The blasting curse, blood red and angry, flew from the tip of her wand directly towards the training dummy. It covered the distance in moments, crashing against the dummy's center of mass and exploding violently, splintering bits and pieces of Dolores Umbridge all across the back wall of the room.
Everyone clapped and cheered as Hannah let out a giddy little yip. Harry winked at her, squeezing her shoulder before calling on the next student.
Everyone got very much into the exercise, taking out their frustrations on the effigy of their hated professor. The room kept pumping out fresh dummies once each one was destroyed. They began to make a game of it, adjucating points for hitting several body parts, and Harry looked on proudly as the session ended with panting and sweating, but also much more relaxed, students.
“Alright, guys, that'll be it for tonight. Whenever Umbridge tries to stir shit up, just keep it bottled up until you can let it out here.”
“Next time, I want to try a couple of different curses on her.” Someone murmured, receiving many sypathetic replies.
Harry stood by the door as everyone began to leave. Once more, he found himself ogling the girls as their bodies glistened with sweat, and this time, he found himself doing it a lot more openly. If any of the guys noticed, they didn't say a thing.
Harry caught the twins and sent Fred an apologetic smile. “Sorry about snapping at you earlier, Fred.”
“Its alright, Harry, I get it, not everything's a joke.” Fred answered, his voice much meeker than he had ever heard it, his eyes downcast.
Harry frowned slightly, wondering if things would be awkward now with the twins, but George shook his hand and the two left the room.
After several waves of students left, the room was nearly empty. Hermione had left, needing to work on some homework or an essay or something, leaving only Harry and two other witches behind.
“Ginny, Cho, what can I do for you guys?”
…
“This technique is perhaps the most foundational out of all those that we will teach you. It is the most oft used, the most versatile, and though it can be learned rather quickly, mastery of it can take a lifetime. Bellatrix and I are among the best in our mistress’ ranks at this technique, and yet when put up against her, we are but mere novices. Bella...”
Bellatrix was not looking directly at Daphne, instead staring at a spot behind her. If it helped keep the woman from flying off the handle with petty jealousies, then it suited Daphne perfectly fine.
“The second hidden technique: Kraft Tau, the dew of power.” Bellatrix's hand went to her cunt, where she collected some of her juices on the back of her hand, holding them up for Daphne to see.
It seemed that Bellatrix was able to put aside her pettiness for this explanation, because she was now staring directly at Daphne.
“As one of our lady's chosen, your fluids are now imbued with magic. If you are capable of learning it, this technique will allow you to tap into this magic. You will be able to manipulate your dew, and do things like this.”
Bellatrix spread her legs slightly. To Daphne, it didn't seem like she'd done anything, until a thick musk wafted up her nose.
“You will be able to emit a powerful scent. To others, it will feel like an oppressive aura, witches and wizards alike will cower and submit.”
Bellatrix's musk suddenly intensified, Daphne found herself crashing to her knees, her body forced to bow before her brain had had time to fully register anything. It was like an oppressive weight had been placed on her shoulders, while Bellatrix's scent became so strong it actively burnt her nostrils.
“This is power, girl. This is not my full strength, and yet you are barely able to stand. Our mistress can do that with just her casual tau. It takes years of work to reach this level, but the more you develop your tau, you will be able to overpower even the strongest of wills.” Bellatrix said.
“This bypasses occlumency. Only sheer magical power can help one overcome its effects.” Anastasia added.
Bellatrix sneered as her power finally receded, allowing Daphne a chance to breathe. “Luckily for you, you only need to wield it against school children.”
Anastasia approached her heavily panting daughter, holding out a finger dripping with her juices. “Taste.”
Daphne held her tongue out, unsure of the reason for her mother's action. She'd eaten both women out innumerable times over the past dew days, she doubted she could forget their taste even if she tried.
She wrapped her lips around her mother's finger regardless, and the moment a drop of her slick dew hit her tongue, Daphne threw her head back in shock.
Her pupils dilated, her heartbeat quickening as she felt a compulsion try and overtake her brain. It was a compulsion that struck her like a freight train, commanding her to obey her mother's every command. She smacked her tongue, her mother's juices tasting syrupy sweet. Daphne felt overwhelmed by it, though after a moment, she was able to regain some semblance of control over herself.
“Your dew will be able to make others submit to you on a more long term basis. It is not binding, like our mistress, but it can last for months.” Anastasia said.
“Months?”
“Our dew does not fully work on each other, brat, our lady's hold supersedes it, otherwise you'd be a willing slave to your mother right now.” Bellatrix barked. She held her hand up to show it was still covered in some of her slick.
She shook her hand off, and to Daphne's astonishment, her juices splattered on a chair and began eating through the wood, a low hiss going off as the material dissolved.
Bellatrix smirked at Daphne's astonished look. “We said it was a versatile technique, didn't we? But you're a ways off from learning that.”
Anastasia stepped forward.
“Let us commence.”
…
Cho and Ginny had their arms crossed, shooting each other suspicious glares as Harry stood between them.
“I just-”
“Harry-”
The two glared once more as they seemed to be locked in.a battle over who took primacy. It was both cute and incredibly hot.
It struck Harry how similar both girls were, when you looked past the fact that Cho was a dark haired asian witch and Ginny had flaming orange hair and freckles. They were both more or less the same height, with Cho just barely edging Ginny out despite their two year age difference. They were both slim girls, with athletic figures, small breasts and tight, bubbly asses.
They were also both highly competitive, even if Cho masked hers with a layer of aloofness.
Harry spread his arms out and walked over to the girls, earning twin yelps as he grabbed them by their slim waists.
The three of them were all so sweaty, and their bodies slid so deliciously against each other as Harry pulled the blushing girls tight towards him.
“Can we stop this? We're all in this together, I don't care if you're quidditch rivals, in here, with me, you get along. Understood?”
“Yes, Harry.” They both murmured meekly.
Harry grinned, willing the room to conjure up a couch, which smoothly took their legs out from under them and plopped them down comfortably onto its cushioned seats.
“Which one of you guys caught the snitch last time you played?”
He said he wanted them to get along, but he wasn't beyond toying with them for his own amusement.
Cho's eyes narrowed as Ginny looked smug. “I did. Under five minutes too.”
“Alright them, you go first, Gin, what did you want to talk to me about.”
Ginny placed her hand over his arm that was slung over her shoulder, playing with his fingers, “I just wanted to apologize for talking out of turn back there, it was really childish of me.”
“It was.” Cho interjected. “But its understandable, you're only a fourth year, after all.”
Ginny looked ready to leap over Harry to get at Cho, but Harry tightened his grip on her shoulder as he slid his arm back to grab Cho by the back of the neck.
Cho gasped as Harry's hand wrapped around her nape. Harry could feel the raised bumps of gooseflesh as Cho stiffened.
“Now, Cho, remember I said to keep things civil, don't make me repeat myself, understood?”
“Y-Yes sir.”
“Now, Cho. What did you want to talk to me about?”
“Oh, I just wanted to thank you, Umbridge was saying some really hurtful things, and I felt like I was going to fly off the handle at some point. You helped me release some of that pent up energy?”
Harry smirked, “That's why I set this thing up, Cho, to help you guys out.”
He felt Ginny shudder from his other side as he began running his hand up and down her side, fingers tickling her flesh.
“If you really want to show your gratitude, Cho, you can help me out with something.”
“With what?”
“Disciplining Ginny.”
“What?!” The redheap yelped, brown eyes going wide as saucers.
“Well, I can't just let what you did slide with no punishment, Ginny, otherwise you might think you can keep testing me. You understand, right?”
“You're joking?”
“No.” Harry replied cooly.
Ginny's mouth hung open, and it looked as if the redhead was about to call bullshit on Harry's logic, but something between Harry's firm gaze and Cho's mocking one pushed Ginny to swallow her words.
“A-Alright.”
“Good, bend over the couch then.”
“What?” Now both Ginny and Cho exclaimed. Harry hopped up, pulling Cho along with him, leaving Ginny on the couch.
“Bend over the armrest so we can discipline you.”
Ginny's eyes darted between Harry and Cho. Cho was equally as shocked as her, but she schooled her features into a mask. She wasn't sure what was going on here, but Harry's hand had drifted down her back and was resting dangerously close to her bum, and Cho could definitely feel it.
Ginny swallowed. “Alright, if you say so.”
Ginny bent over the sofa, causing her school skirt to hike up enough to show off her pert bum, along with her pygmy puff themed knickers.
Cho giggled upon seeing Ginny's choice of undergarment, but she yelped when Harry gave her a crisp swat on her bum.
“I meant what I said, Cho. No more mocking each other.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now, let's see what we have here…”
Harry flipped Ginny's skirt over, now fully exposing her delectable bum and pale, white legs.
Ginny shuddered as she was fully exposed.
“Take her knickers off, Cho.”
Both girls were in a trance by now, because Cho immediately complied, and all Ginny did was look back over her shoulder as Cho's hands reached out and grabbed onto her knickers.
Harry licked his lips as the garment slid down Ginny's creamy thighs.
Harry reached out and felt Ginny's bum, marveling at its smoothness as the girl in question began to breathe heavily.
“Your skin's so soft, Gin.” He mused as he traced circles over her cheeks.
“T-thanks.” Ginny whimpered, biting her lip, mesmerized by the sight of her crush handling her naked bum.
Cho's mouth was running dry, her entire body tingling as the heat in the room seemed to become unbearable.
“Alright. Cho. Give her bum a nice thwack.”
Harry stepped back, gesturing for Cho to step up.
Cho did so on shaky legs. Was she really about to smack another girl's bum?
One glance at Harry told her that she would. She'd do it for him.
Cho raised her hand up and brought it down on Ginny's rear.
The smack was weak and barely audible. Cho felt her cheeks redden as it was Ginny's turn to send her a smug look.
“Alright, my turn, let me show you how it's done.”
Harry didn't wait for Cho to step away. He moved up behind her, front brushing against her back as his much bigger hand reared up.
His slap reverberated around the room, startling Cho just as much as Ginny, who let out a low moan as Harry's smack sent a jolt surging up her body.
“Now try it again.” Cho's knees buckled as Harry's breath tickled her ear, his lips brushing against her lobe.
Cho tried, and while her slap was nowhere near as hard as Harry's, it did give off a very satisfying smack as it connected with the redhead's bum.
And so they fell into a rhythm, raining down smacks onto Ginny's ass. Harry didn't count them off, and Ginny didn't ask or beg for it to stop, she just whimpered, rubbing her thighs together as her ass turned red as her hair, deep welts forming.
“Are you serious? You're getting off on this, you little bint?” Cho asked as she ran her hand down Ginny's thigh, where streams of clear liquid were running down.
“Now, now, Cho, lets not be hypocritical.” Harry reached under Cho's skirt and cupped her vulva over her knickers, finding the area completely drenched through.
“H-Harry.” Cho moaned. Her tongue was sticking out of her mouth, and Harry quickly sucked it into his own mouth as he pulled the chinese girl into a snog.
Cho whimpered as Harry's fingers worked their way around her knickers and began exploring her naked sex. Her legs buckled, knees clamping shut around Harry's hand as his index finger teased the entrance to her cunt.
Ginny was watching the entire scene with bated breath. Just as she was feeling ignored, Harry's free hand went to her own pussy, his middle finger sinking slowly into her sopping cunt.
“Oh-oh gooooods!” Ginny's hands went under her shirt to squeeze at her smal breasts, fingers tweaking at her nipples as she bit her lip. Harry's finger was rotating heavenly inside of her snatch, teasing circles of pure ecstasy out of her virgin walls.
Harry was an ambidextrous lover, circling his middle finger around Ginny's cunt with one hand while his index hooked and beckoned against Cho's g-spot. Cho's tongue was soft and tender and submitted to his own wilfully as he dominated their kiss.
Cho was the first one to go. Harry crooked his finger inward once more, the pad pressing hard against that special knot inside of her that made her come undone.
Cho moaned into his mouth as her body wobbled. Harry held her up against him just as Ginny joined her, nothing around to muffle her screams as she creamed herself around Harry's finger.
Harry gently placed Cho on the armrest, tugging at Ginny, who complied easily and scooted over.
As Harry undid his belt and dropped his pants down, he took in the most beautiful of sights. Ginny and Cho, bent over the same armrest, both looking back at him with innocent yet sultry looks.
Their bums were so delectable, Ginny's raw and red and Cho's perfectly pristine. Their features were so different, Cho an exotic chinese beauty with sleek hair as raven black as his own and those sexy cheerleader bangs, Ginny with equally sleek but bright orange hair parted down the middle, the bridge of freckles running across her nose accentuating her cuteness.
And two perfect, tight little drooling snatches ready for him to fuck.
Harry preened as he noted the girl's shock when his cock came out, thick and veiny and raring to ravage some territory that had yet to be claimed.
He didn't think too hard about who to choose. Ginny was closest, and so he stepped up behind her, rubbed his cock against her sopping cunt, and then lined his head up with her entrance.
“H-Harry.” Ginny panted. There was a final thread of sanity left in her, a final question of wether these were the circumstances under which she wanted to lose her maidenhood.
“You're so fucking wet for me, Ginny.” Harry grunted as he rubbed his head against her entrance.
That was it. Ginny wasn't about to back out from getting fucked by the hero she'd dreamed about since she was a kid, circumstances be damned.
“Fuck me, Harry!”
Harry pushed in, resting his hand on Cho's bum and slipping his thumb into her cunt to keep her warmed up.
“Fuck!” Harry groaned as his cock was swalowed whole by Ginny's red snapper.
“No wonder you mum kept getting knocked up, fuck!”
Ginny's pussy squeezed him like a vice, piping hot and soft as could be. This was the pussy of a woman meant to be bred, meant to be pumped full of scores upon scores of children.
Harry shook off his thoughts as he began to move inside of Ginny. The idea of practicing the second technique flashed through his mind but was quickly discarded.
That was work, this was fun.
“Oh! Oh Merlin Harry! You're so big inside of me!” Ginny screeched as her cunt squelched, its gushy perfection geneticaly engineered to extract his seed from his cock.
Harry would have loved to just stay inside of that hot, wet haven, but he had another guest to entertain and he was being rude.
He dragged his cock out of Ginny's bleating pussy, the redhead squirming and moaning the entire way. His head popped out of her cunt with a nice, wet sound, he shifted over to the side, aimed at Cho's snatch, and shoved himself in.
“OH fuck!”
Cho screamed, her pussy painfully tight as Harry reamed her from behind.
Much to Ginny's amusement, Cho seemed to not be able to take his cock quite as well as she had. The girl was jerking and arching her back akwardly, trying desperately to relieve the sensation of the massive club violating her pussy.
“You ride a dick about as well as you ride a broom, Chang.”
Cho glared at Ginny, a half-formed insult on her lips, when Harry mashed their faces together.
The girls fought against Harry's intentions for a bit, but soon their lips were locked in a kiss that lacked any sort of love but oozed passion and intensity.
Harry returned his focus to fucking Cho. The asian girl really was having a hard time taking his cock, but that only made Harry move harder and faster, drilling Cho into the armrest as his cock violated her tight snatch.
Cho's legs buckled like a baby deer as Harry thrust hard against her ass. She opened her mouth against Ginny's as she came violently, and Ginny took the opportunity to bite down hard on her bottom lip.
Harry felt Cho's cunt undulate around him, her walls rippling around the monster that had ravaged them to no end.
He pulled back from her and Cho fully collapsed forward onto the couch. Ginny, ever so cheeky, smiled giddily at him, smacking her ass as she spread her lips for him.
Harry sank back into Ginny's cunt, a fortess of breeding that seemed to have been built for the sole purpose of receiving Harry's seed.
“Oh Merlin Harry, please, please cum inside me! Please fill up my little pussy!”
Harry found it impossible not to oblige. He pushed himself deep into the depths of Ginny's snug cunt, where her womb was eagerly awaiting its piping hot reward.
Harry came, painting Ginny's insides as the redhead orgasmed around him, her rumbling walls sloshing his seed around her inside and squeezing his cock for dear life.
Harry breathed out as he pulled back and observed his work. Two fuck-drunk teenagers, mouths and pussies both left drooling.
He hoped the two of them would find a way to get along better from now on.
