The Room of Requirement was being put to the test tonight. But, as ever, it pulled through, delivering exactly what Harry needed. Man he adored this room.
Tonight, a huge king-sized bed had been created in the middle of the room. That wasn't all. To go with it, there was a line of chairs like the front row of an audience. With so many girls it should have been a problem deciding who got to go first, but fortunately the choice was made naturally.
Hannah Abbott was still on the fence about being there, so she quickly took one of the chairs as Harry settled onto the bed. Professor Sinistra seemed to be trying to act dignified now that so many of her students were around. It wouldn't last, knowing her, but she wanted to at least pretend she wasn't one of the neediest sluts there.
Pansy Parkinson took one of the seats on the edge of the row, crossing her arms. She was trying to look like she didn't want to be there, even though her thighs were glued together just to hide how turned on she was.
Lastly, Hermione went to one of the chairs, cheerfully watching. Which left Susan and Amelia Bones. Harry lay on top of the bed and watched them standing at the foot of it. They were smiling at each other, yet their eyes were glaring.
"Don't you think you're a little bit old to be going first?" Susan said. "It'll be so boring for you after you get tired from the first five minutes."
"You don't have to be worried about me, Susan. Harry has been working me out very well," Amelia said. "Still, won't it be embarrassing doing this in front of others? It takes practice to be good at these things, and you… Well, you've got your past."
"And whose fault is that?" Susan snapped.
"No one's," Amelia said. Hers. "I'm only looking out for you."
"Hannah!" Susan said. "Get my zipper!"
Her best friend came over and slid it down. Susan's dress came loose and fell off her body. Her bra kept her massive breasts perky and well-shaped… until Hannah popped the clasp on it, and Susan's boobs barely sagged. Size, shape, everything— they were as good as you were likely to see in a lifetime.
Susan turned to her aunt, crossing her arms beneath her stunning bust. She didn't say anything, just looked over tauntingly.
"Aurora," Amelia said, her voice full of quiet authority.
Apparently, after getting drunk and commiserating over decades of boy-trouble, she and Professor Sinistra were on a first name basis. Professor Sinistra approached from behind, doing for Amelia what Hannah had done for Susan. After a few seconds Amelia was dressed the same as her niece: panties, no bra, and nothing else. Her breasts sagged more than Susan's, but if anything were even bigger.
"You were saying, Susan?" Amelia asked.
Susan turned away angrily. "I didn't say anything."
She crawled onto the bed, prowling toward Harry on all-fours. Amelia did the same. They rubbed shoulders on accident, jostling as they approached Harry. He snapped his fingers and Vanished his clothes. The closer they got to his crotch, the more Susan and Amelia pushed their weight into each other, trying to be the first one to get to him. They acted more like bickering sisters than an aunt and niece with decades between their ages.
"Scooch!" Susan said.
Amelia grabbed Harry's dick by the base. "And let you hog this hog? Absolutely not."
"What do you know?"
"How to do this, for one."
Amelia smirked, using her past as an Auror to physically jostle Susan out of the way. Amelia lay on her stomach on Harry's left side and put her boobs all the way around him, pressing them onto his dick.
"Just relax," Amelia purred. "This lady will handle the rest."
"No!"
Amelia only managed to jerk her breasts along Harry's length once before Susan butted in. Coming from the opposite side, Susan pushed her boobs into Amelia's, fighting for territory. Harry's dick was left between not one, but two sets of stunning boobs.
Over by the chairs, Hermione was acting like a flight attendant handing out snacks, except instead of sweet treats she was passing out dildos. Did she summon them? She must've been really excited, if she was willing to share her private stock.
"Don't be a brat, Susan. Let me work," Amelia said.
"I was his student first!"
"Then why are you acting so insecure?"
"Because you're being a bitch about this! After trying to keep me from experiencing my youth—"
"Show you auntie a bit of respect!"
The argument was so fierce that it took them both a long moment to realize that they weren't grounded anymore. The two of them were floating, their weightless bodies rising higher until Harry put his hands on top of their red heads.
"Sorry," he said, "but you'll have to put up with your teacher doing things on his own. If I leave it up to you two, we aren't going to get anywhere.
"What—" Susan said.
"How—" Amelia said.
Harry pushed them down.
Their whole bodies were weightless thanks to his magic, so it wasn't difficult. Their boobs slid down his length as their tummies were reunited with the bed. Harry stopped pushing them down, and they immediately floated back up. Their breasts were still mashed around his dick, giving the sensation of a wonderful tit-job. Harry kept treating the women like helium-filled balloons— which felt appropriate given that was about how big their warm breasts were.
"How… demeaning," Amelia said crossly. "And in front of an audience, no less."
"I think it's quite fun, Auntie," Susan said.
The other girls had lifted up their dresses and pulled down their panties. While they watched, they enjoyed themselves with the toys Hermione handed out. Even Hannah was joining in, despite how nervous she first seemed. The only one that was resisting was Pansy. She spent her time looking down her nose at the other girls… until she got too turned on and yanked her panties off, cursing the entire while.
"When did you cast a levitation charm on us?" Amelia asked. "You don't even have a wand."
"Are you really asking me that now?" Harry asked, pushing them down and letting them rise again. Amelia's stiffer nipples and Susan's silky ones brushed his dick from opposite sides.
"I have an inquisitive mind," Amelia insisted.
"Oh, just let it drop!" Susan said. "Can't you enjoy yourself in this kind of situation? This is why all those boyfriends kept leaving you."
"How dare you— Erp?"
Amelia's panties had whizzed off of her legs as if summoned. Instead of flying into Harry's hand, they sped around her body and passed straight through her lips. Her own undergarments gagged her complaints, putting an end to them.
"Hah!" Susan laughed. "That's what you get for compl— Oomph!"
Susan's panties did the exact same thing, stuffing the mouths of the bickering Bones women.
"No taunting," Harry said. "I'm sick of it."
They both glared at him. They left their panties where they were, though. They had no choice. They had to use their hands to hold their breasts in place against Harry's dick. If they stopped their boobs would flop out of position while the other woman kept going. Neither aunt nor niece were willing to give up before the other one did. So they breathed through their noses and let Harry make their bodies bob, determined to give him a good time.
A puddle was forming on the floor in front of Pansy, dripping down the dildo she had a hold of and landing on the floor. Her head was tilted forward and her legs were spread as she watched the scene, plunging an especially huge dildo past her aching pussy lips. Her initial reluctance had only made her hornier when she finally started, explaining the moist profusion going on between her thighs.
The other girls were enjoying themselves too. Professor Sinistra's attempts to act dignified had lasted less than ten minutes. She ditched all her clothes but the bra, her nubian body crouching on the floor, bouncing on the dildo she'd been given. Hannah had kept her dress mostly on, but the dildo wasn't visible and one of her hands was pushed up the bottom of the outfit between her legs. She moaned quietly. Out of all of them, Hermione was the odd one out that wasn't looking at Harry and his redheads. For her, watching three beautiful women using her toys was as much of a spectacle as Harry's gravity-defying paizuri.
Susan's cheeks puffed up, pouting around her panty-stuffed mouth. Amelia tried to look composed, but despite Harry's recent instruction sessions, she was still unused to not being in control. Losing the ability to speak and being bounced like an inanimate object were about as far from 'controlling' as you could get. The two of them continued to get more frustrated.
Until Harry came.
It took about ten more minutes. That was faster than Harry expected; Bones breasts really were the best. Cum shot into the air, and naturally, the girls both looked up, following its path with their eyes. Harry relaxed his hands and let them look. Wads of cum flew up— and splattered over the cheeks of the redheads when it fell back down.
Susan and Amelia both blinked furiously, feeling Harry's seed running down to their chins and dripping off. "You look good that way," Harry chirped.
The audience was getting into it. A puddle had appeared under Professor Sinistra's bouncing hips to match the one Pansy had started. Hannah had climaxed as well, even if she was trying to look nonplussed. Hermione… it was hard to tell. When Harry's old wife really got going, she had a habit of smiling wildly no matter what, before, during, and after her orgasms. Maybe she'd cum already, maybe she hadn't. All Harry could say for sure was that she was loving this.
So, as they say, the show must go on.
He pulled Susan and Amelia behind him, canceling the levitation charm. When their bodies hit the mattress their breasts jiggled, and droplets of his cum spattered off their faces. Both of them grunted something. With the panties in their mouths, it was impossible to make out what.
They went to remove their gags now that the boob-job was finished, but Harry was quicker. Handcuffs appeared on them. There were three in total. Two of them tied one of Susan and Amelia's hands to the headboard, and the other tied one of their other wrists together. The Boneses tried to pull their hands in opposite directions, ended up blocking each other, and glared.
"Relax," Harry said, rubbing their pussies.
He used his fingers to warm both of them up at the same time. Two fingers slid inside, teasing their entrances and eliciting a slick response.
"If we're all playing together, you have to play nice with each other," Harry said. "Otherwise, I won't be happy."
Inside the Ministry, Amelia Bones' overbearing personality and stubbornness was the stuff of legend. Susan's reputation was for a much softer personality, but underneath her agreeableness was plenty of Hufflepuff-style grit. And both of these women, despite that, meekly looked away from each other. They relaxed their arms and lay them on the bed at his command.
"Well done. Now, who gets to go first…" Harry looked over at the audience. "Why don't you guys decide?"
"S-Susan," Hannah muttered, mortified but knowing it was what her friend wanted. She was staring at Harry's dick disbelievingly from the corner of her eye as she said it, grappling with the fact that he was even bigger than the dildo currently stretching her out.
"Amelia needs it more," Professor Sinistra said. She plunged down her dildo again, shivering and arching her back as her pussy lips kissed the floor. "Nghhh— She was… looking forward to it… all night…"
"I couldn't care less!" Pansy said. "I shouldn't even be here!"
She sounded pretty defensive for someone who accepted the first invitation Harry extended. Plus, she was still masturbating. That's was just how her personality was, Harry had realized.
"Start with Madame Bones," Hermione said.
Her vote was the decider. Harry didn't understand what went into that choice, but he listened happily. He gave both girls a few more quick flicks with his fingers, then drew the digits out. Seconds later he was on top of Amelia, pushing his dick into a pussy that had aged like wine.
"Mm!" Amelia moaned, her panties still gagging her voice.
Clap! "Mm!" Clap! "Mm!" Clap! "Mm!"
Harry's attention was consumed with the MILF (by age, if not motherhood) beneath him. But in his peripherals, he still had a general idea of what else was happening on the bed.
Susan's thick thighs rubbed together as she heard her aunt's audible pleasure. With her hands cuffed she couldn't even touch herself while she waited. Fortunately for her, someone else arrived to help.
Hermione stood next to Susan's side of the bed, holding long ribbed dildos in each hand like a dual-wielding ninja.
"You're so pretty, Susan," she said. "Don't be sad. While Harry's busy, we'll keep you company."
Slowly, Harry was starting to wonder if his craziness was contagious. It hadn't been long ago that Hermione was normal, right? And now, all of a sudden, she was using collective pronouns to account for her phallic rubber pets.
She plunged one of the dildos inside of Susan, powering it into her snatch. The other one she let go of, where it promptly floated. After Harry and Hermione's fun in this very room, she'd insisted he teach her the enchantment to bring her babies to life. The Dildo she let go of whizzed in between Susan's breasts and started to thrust.
"It's warm, right?" Hermione's eyes gleamed as she kept slamming a dildo into Susan's crotch. "Feels like skin. Harry showed me that. And you haven't even seen the best part yet."
The dildo between her breasts quickened. Susan's legs were spread, her crotch lifted up as pleasure made her muscles contract. Without warning, when the rubber dick between her breasts breached her cleavage, it spewed cum all over Susan's face, giving her one of the thicker facials Harry had ever witnessed.
"Guh Guhhh guh guh guh!" Susan said, which — Harry assumed — meant, "How can a dildo cum on me?"
A fair question. But as with most things at Hogwarts, the answer was simply magic.
"It's an amazing charm, isn't it?" Hermione said. "Oh, but it's just mimicking the properties of cum! You know, temperature, wetness, taste, that kind of thing. It's not real cum. So you don't have to worry."
Susan looked down at her own crotch. There was no mistaking the silent question this time. 'Is that one also going to…'
Meanwhile, while Susan came to terms with her imminent creampie, Harry was busy inside her aunt.
Amelia's mouth was still stuffed with her panties, so instead of kissing her Harry focused on other rather large targets. He bit her breasts as much as he wanted. With the woman on her back and her hands cuffed down, her boobs were at his mercy. He got her nipples between his teeth and tugged gently on them. Amelia put her legs around Harry's waist and squeezed, urging him to keep fucking her. The mattress creaked underneath them in equal parts because of Harry's efforts and Hermione's.
A loud groan sounded where Professor Sinistra was riding her dildo. It had, for lack of a better term, exploded. Not the dildo itself, but the liquid that came from the tip. It filled her dark folds and dripped out onto the floor. The same thing happened to Hannah a few seconds later, who was forced to pull her white dress all the way off to keep from staining it.
Pansy yanked the dildo she'd been given out of her depths and stared suspiciously at it. "You didn't tell us you'd charmed these things, mudblood—"
As soon as the slur left her lips, a load five times the size of any of the others hit her square in the face. Pansy's entire top half ended up glazed as if an entire group of men had surrounded her and started ejaculating. She furiously rubbed her frace to keep it from getting in her eyes, finding limited success.
"Oh, right, I forgot I added that part," Hermione said, briefly looking away from Susan. "Try not to say the activation word, if you can."
Pansy's Slytherin shrewdness lost to her raw anger. "You fucking mud—"
The dildo activated again. It hit Pansy's chest this time, streaming down onto her stomach. It ran off her body in rivulets and landed all over her emerald dress.
"Do you know how many Galleons that cost?" Pansy wailed.
She didn't say anything nastier, though. Probably worried that the dildo would activate again.
While Pansy used her wand to clean herself and attempt to salvage her dress, Harry could feel a climax cumming. His body was thumping against Amelia's, whose breasts were starting to look polka-dotted from all his bites. Beside him, Hermione followed his example and sent away the dildo between Susan's boobs, biting them herself instead.
"Like this, right?" she murmured between nibbles at Susan's nipples. "I'm pretty sure this is how Lavender said you do it…"
Susan and Amelia squirmed as the Gryffindors on top of them became increasingly frisky. Amelia's legs had constricted further, demanding Harry's load be delivered inside. He hoped that was because she was on the potion, and not because she was too far gone to act rationally.
Through the power of orgasmic pleasure, the bickering niece and aunt even managed to make up. Their bodies writhed the same ways, twisting as they climaxed. And when it happened, the hands that had been handcuffed together linked with each other, fingers interlocking. They held onto each other as Harry creampied the head of the DMLE and Hermione's toy erupted in the depths of Hufflepuff's princess.
Amelia fell limp when she felt Harry's mark flood inside of her. Susan stuck her legs out straight and let them relax, her toes still curled. Harry pulled out of Amelia, while Hermione left the dildo inside Susan for the time being.
"I want her to get her money's worth," Hermione said. "Not a wasted drop."
She yelped as Harry grabbed her wrists, pulling her body toward him.
"Look how dirty you've gotten," he said. "I'm proud."
He had dragged Hermione onto his lap. Her lithe body was perched on his legs, her feet sticking off the bed while his dick rested against her crotch and lower stomach.
"I've certainly gotten less shy, with the help of our stress relief sessions," Hermione muttered. She couldn't meet his eyes, apparently too embarrassed, even though she'd basically just ravaged Susan more thoroughly than the girl had ever experienced in her life.
"So what you're saying is the dirtiness was always there, just on the inside?"
"...If you insist on putting it like that."
Harry smirked. He wove his hands into Hermione's brown curls and tilted her head down. They kissed, and at the same time Hermione lifted her body, putting her pussy above Harry's dick. When she sank down he entered her, and their intercourse began.
Hermione bounced her body in a surprisingly athletic way for a girl whose idea of a day out was a trip to the library. Her breasts were itty-bitty compared to Susan and Amelia, but that was only because the competition wasn't far. They were plenty for Harry to suck on as he bit them, looking up into her eyes.
Hermione gasped intermittently as she rode him. She was moving well, but her stamina was a bit of an issue. After a few minutes riding him this way, she gave Harry a soft shove. He reclined, leaving her breasts behind, and she moved her legs, tucking her legs underneath her body beside his hips. By changing the position, she bought herself a second wind. Harry lay on his back by the foot of the bed, looking up at his beautiful best friend. She looked especially gorgeous right now, flush with erotic pleasure.
"Harry…"
"I know," he said.
After a lifetime together, he knew everything about her body. The slightest tremble told him an entire story. Right now, Hermione was close to her climax. He grinned, and she grinned back at him. They both decided; they'd cum together.
Harry grabbed her hips. Not to get in her way or move her faster, just to feel them bounce. Despite their smallish size, her breasts shook with each impact against his body. She put one hand on his abs, sliding her fingers over them and feeling their definition.
"Harry!" she said, with increased urgency.
When she next lifted her body, she raised herself far enough for his dick to exit her. Up on her knees, Hermione tilted her body forward, giving her clit a few urgent rubs. Liquid trailed out of her, splashing against Harry's stomach at the same time he shot a load that reached the base of her breasts. Hermione smiled happily at him—
"Mudblood!"
A firehose-beam of cum shot over Harry, drenching Hermione and soaking into her curly hair. She shut her eyes at the last second, barely avoiding the sting of taking that beam straight to her pupils. Pansy stood next to the bed, much cleaner than the last time Harry saw her but still with spots of cum in her hair. The dildo Hermione cursed was aimed at its maker like a weapon.
"How do you like it!" Pansy said victoriously.
Slowly, Hermione blinked. Without explanation, she reached down and grabbed one of Harry's arms, lifting it to her left breast. She planted his hand on her breast, covering it in cum in the process. When she pushed his hand away, Hermione bent down and licked it clean, palm and fingers and all.
"Tastes like you," Hermione said warmly, gazing down at Harry like Pansy didn't exist.
Pansy growled loudly. She tossed the dildo away onto the bed. "Fuck it!" she said, full of frustration. "Just give me my turn already."
Hermione calmly climbed off of Harry. She moved to reclaim her wand and clean herself, the way Pansy had, but on the way she leaned down to Harry.
"Make her taste it," she whispered.
Hermione straightened and left the bed. Pansy clambered on to take her place, smirking. Now that she'd gotten this far, her embarrassment seemed to have disappeared.
"Finally!" she said. "I'll show you how a real lady rides!"
Unfortunately for her, Harry flipped them over. His body easily held hers down while she squirmed.
"No fair," Pansy complained. "I want to be on top! There's no way I want to be mounted by some big… muscular… Gryffindor brute!"
"Tough," Harry told her flatly.
Besides, her mouth was far from the most honest part of her body. While it complained, her second set of lips told the truth, getting increasingly wet with each passing second.
Harry left her pussy alone. He'd been given a mission.
"Try to relax your throat, if you can," he said pleasantly.
"What are you— urp!"
Harry's dick parted Pansy's lying lips. It slid into her mouth, and her tongue reflexively greeted it. Pansy licked him, picking up the taste of his old loads and the other girls' pleasure.
Harry's dick kept coming, sliding deeper, until it hit her throat. Then it went deeper still. Pansy managed to keep from gagging (mostly), but tears started to form in her eyes. Harry gave her a real thrust.
His hips pulled back to do it, then returned him to her throat in a rough jerk. Her pug nose was made for this. Naturally upturned, it didn't even fold much as Harry's ripped abs pushed against it. The mattress developed as divot as Harry fucked Pansy's face from above, making use of her throat.
"You're more pleasant this way," Harry said. "In fact, I'm really starting to take a liking to you, now that I've seen this secret side. How does that make you feel, Pansy? Maybe we should meet more often."
She glared at him. And yet, with her mouth stuffed, the only true answer she gave was with her hands, which grabbed the dildo she'd discarded and plunged it back into her pussy. While Harry's cock violated her esophagus, she slammed the dildo into her pussy over and over.
"Ulk! Ulk!" echoed out of Pansy's mouth.
Hermione had returned to her chair. She was sitting with her legs crossed, aiming her wand at her torso and picking off cum splotches. "You're doing great, Harry! Keep it up!"
Hannah and Professor Sinistra looked at each other, then back at Pansy. Despite the position, Pansy didn't seem unhappy… so they didn't feel guilty about masturbating to the show.
Harry's crotch thumped against Pansy's face. Her forehead was developing a red mark from repeated impacts. Her spit was collecting on Harry's dick, sticking to his balls and hanging in strands down to her mouth. Tears had messed up the delicate, intricate makeup she applied for the ball.
Harry kept her in the position for as long as he thought she could handle. It would be no fun if she passed out. Finally, he dragged his dick out of her mouth, kneeling over her face with his dick aimed downward.
"Any final comments?" Harry asked.
"M-Mudblood," Pansy whimpered, a snot bubble underneath her right nostril.
The dildo inside her erupted with one last mega-orgasm, pumping into her womb and soon spilling out. Harry gave his shaft a couple of fast strokes with his hand. Between Pansy's spit and the juices from the other girls, he wasn't lacking for lubricant. His hand tipped him over the edge, letting him cum across Pansy's face. She stretched her mouth open to accept as much as she could, swallowing obediently. She giggled to herself as the snot bubble popped on her face, then shut her eyes and took a much needed rest.
Harry collected his breath, kneeling over Pansy for a few seconds. His loins were starting to ache… but he'd not run out of stamina quite yet. He looked at the last two, and Hannah squeaked.
"Why don't you go, Professor?" Hanna said.
Professor Sinistra didn't need telling twice.
Her inner thighs were a mess with moist arousal from what she'd done with the dildo. She approached the bed. Before she got there, Harry met her next to it. He grabbed her thick, curvy, dark cheeks, pulling her close to him. His cock stuck between her thighs, rubbing her pussy.
"Teacher, please give me a lesson," Professor Sinistra begged.
Harry smiled. He lifted his dark-skinned professor into the air, his hands sinking deeply into her glutes. She gulped as she rested above his cock. Harry dropped her, letting her fall.
Sinistra moaned directly into his ear, hugging him for dear life and resting her chin on his shoulder. With a combination of moving Sinistra and thrusting his hips, Harry fucked her, the clapping of their bodies pinging off the Room of Requirement's walls.
"Thank you," Sinistra mumbled in Harry's ear. "Thank you. Thank you."
It didn't seem all that appropriate to be thanked for going balls deep in a stunning older woman, but it went to show how much Sinistra's confidence had been damaged by years of scaring men off.
Her legs hung loosely behind Harry, bouncing wildly each time a thrust jostled her body. While she muttered thanks in his ear, Harry went after her neck, biting it in a spot sure to leave a mark. He wondered what the students and staff would make of that: a hickey on the aloof Professor Sinistra right after the Yule Ball.
Sinistra would only notice the present later. She was preoccupied with the way she was being stretched.
"I can take it," she started to whisper. "I can take it, I can take it!"
Harry couldn't tell if she was talking to him or herself.
The Professor's ass wasn't just the best in the room, it was the best in Hogwarts. The only competition she could've faced was from Fleur, and frankly Harry thought veela blood was cheating. Sinistra's arse, on the other hand, was nothing but a pure-human genetic lottery. Harry wanted to smack it, but the position was troublesome and he was worried something like that might startle Sinistra. They had a long way to go in their lessons before she could be considered experienced by any metric.
"I got— a— potion!" Sinistra gasped, her speech stuttered as Harry picked up the pace. When their bodies collided, the recoil made even her voice jolt. "In– side! Please?"
"All you had to do was ask," Harry said.
He moved his shoulder, pushing Professor Sinistra's face away— but only enough that he could get his lips to hers and kiss them. Their tongues wound together. Harry relished the gooey, soft feeling of her arse between his fingers. He lifted and dropped her, thrusting forward at the same time. Without any more warning, cum poured into Sinistra's snatch.
Harry's balls were starting to run dry. The load was small by his standards. Or maybe he was accidentally comparing himself to the enchanted floodgates Hermione turned that one dildo into.
Sinistra didn't mind the diminished load she received, relishing every drop. Their kiss lasted after the thrusting stopped. Harry gently set her down when they finally broke apart. Sinistra didn't complain about her fairly short turn; it didn't take much sex before she needed a breather. Stamina was yet another area she was working with Harry to improve.
Which left just one woman. Harry looked at Hannah Abbott. The cute, nearly chubby blond couldn't look back at him. "Your turn," Harry invited gently.
Hannah didn't immediately move. Harry considered letting it drop there, assuming she wasn't interested. Out of all of the girls present, she was the one that had been the most strong-armed into attending.
"Hannah, it's okay. I'll help."
He and Hannah looked back at the bed. Susan had recovered, although her appearance was still messy after facing Harry's facial and Hermione's domination. She sat up on the bed, cum on her face, and extended her arms as if for a hug. Hannah stood and approached.
Her boobs were large, but looked smaller than they actually were against her decently broad build. Her ass was wonderful, while her waist wasn't particularly narrow. Hannah approached Susan, and when she got near enough to grab Susan pulled her onto the bed. They ended up on top of each other. An observer who arrived now might've thought Hannah was the one pinning Susan down!
Before Hannah could get nervous, Susan wrapped her in a hug. "Harry," Susan said, "she's ready for you. I'll help her through it."
Harry returned to the bed for a last round. He knelt behind the girls, resting his hands gently on each of Hannah's arse cheeks. When his palms touched them, Hannah let out a brief squeak.
"Virgin?" Harry asked.
"No," Hannah said quickly.
"But close," Susan said.
Harry nodded. At least he wouldn't have to worry about the hymen. Although really, even if it had still been intact, the dildo Hermione gave her would have dealt with that, so it was probably a moot point.
Harry still went slow. He moved forward gradually, inching inside of her. From the yelps Hannah made she kept expecting that to be all of him, then his cock kept coming.
Pansy tilted her head up at the other end of the bed. "Why are you being gentler now than you were with my mouth?"
"Because Hannah's nice."
"...asshole."
Finally, Harry crotch collided with Hannah's arse. He slid back, doing it again but slightly faster. As he sped up, the squeals Hannah was making increased in pitch.
"Shhhh," Susan soothed her. "You're doing great. Just relax."
The hand Harry had on her cheeks squeezed, digging in until he had a grip. Susan's arms tightened around Hannah. Their busts squeezed together, keeping Hannah still as Harry moved progressively faster.
"Feels good, right?" Susan's voice was full of excitement. "The first time I felt it, it was like a whole new world opened up!"
"It's so… big," Hannah groaned. "I can barely fit it."
"That's the best part!"
Harry's dick ached. He was going to be seriously sore in the morning. Maybe he could steal a potion to help from Snape's private stock? He quickly turned his thoughts back to the beautiful blond he was pleasuring. If Snape passed through Harry's head one more time, he was going to go prematurely limp.
"I feel warm!" Hannah suddenly exclaimed.
Even though it hadn't been long, she climaxed. It was the first but not the last. Hannah was the type to have lots of small, frequent orgasms, stacking one after another. Harry felt them run along his cock as Hannah's folds repeatedly twitched and tightened.
"That's it, Hannah," Susan said. "Relax. Give yourself up to it. Isn't it so much fun?"
"I can't think straight," Hannah said. By now, Harry was giving it to her hard enough to make her cheeks tremble following each impact. Harry put his weight forward, going genuinely fast with the last of his energy. The quick — yet rhythmic — hits pounded into Hannah, sending droplets from her orgasms dripping from the bottom of her slit.
"I'm shocked he's still going," said Professor Sinistra.
"Don't remind me. It's annoying," Pansy said, laying on the foot of the bed.
"Harry's impressive," Hermione said, her voice full of warmth. "But he's at his limit."
"How can you tell?" Amelia Bones asked, laying on her back with Harry seed dripping out of her.
"His face," Hermione said. "Can't you see it? It's obvious."
The other girls looked at Harry but saw nothing. Hermione hadn't quite grasped yet just how well she knew him. To her it was clear Harry was on his last legs, and she was right. He let out a heavy breath and heaved himself out of Hannah. His last orgasm, smaller than any of them before it, dripped out onto Hannah's arse, even running between her cheeks. Hannah's crotch twitched as she came one last time, even after Harry's cock had slid out of her. Harry fell onto his side, panting and sweating. That was… a lot. Worth it, but a lot.
"I wonder what Death's up to," Harry mumbled.
"What was that?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing," Harry said, louder.
He was sure Death was fine. It was a primordial concept. The fate of that asshole examiner was still fresh in his mind. Really, what kind of trouble could Death get into? Harry couldn't think of anything that would trouble it.
So why did he feel something almost like… distress, coming from the connection between them?
O-O-O
"You can go again, can you not?"
Death was helpless to answer. By now the ballroom had cleared out, yet it was still stuck on the dance floor. On its back, still in Harry's borrowed form, an utterly insatiable blond had Death's dick inside of her. Before tonight, Death thought the organ was just for show, and yet it had been made to cum and stay stiff more than ten times already.
Death tried to say it was tired— that it needed a break! But that was impossible, seeing as the examiner for this round smothering its head between her thighs.
"I knew you would agree!" Fleur squealed.
She returned to bouncing that tight, wet, deadly trap between her legs on Death's shaft. The examiner groaned, grinding her pussy on Death's lips.
"Take another three points for exceptional stamina," Tonks said. "And two more for having such a nice mouth!"
The glowing rectangle above Fleur's name continued to grow next to the projected images of the other champions. Fleur's score had already hit the ceiling and kept going. No one really seemed to care— except Tonks, who continued to add points.
She squirted into Death's mouth, leaving the entity to taste her pleasure.
"Five more points!" she gasped.
Suffice to say, Fleur Delacour won the second task.