Chapter 4
Snitches And Cream

"I know it was one of you!" Daphne practically screeched. "It's the only way he didn't knock me up the other night!"

"How could one of us have charmed you?" Susan asked, clearly annoyed. "We signed a magical contract preventing us from doing that kind of thing."

"There's—" Daphne cut herself off. "There's… well, I'm sure that there must be a way."

"And why," Katie asked, "would you be so sure that—"

Katie's words stopped short and everyone turned at the sound of the door opening. Everything became silent as a naked Luna walked into the room casually. Well… kind of naked. She was wearing… something over her pussy.

"Luna?" Katie started. "What… what's that you're wearing?"

"Oh this?" Luna asked trailing her finger along the edge of the silver strip. "It's tape."

A few moments of incredulity later, Katie asked the follow up question on all of their minds.

"Um… why are you wearing tape over your…"

Luna hummed as she walked over to a chair and sat down, pulling her wand from behind her ear and waving it. The contract parchment materialized in her hand and she looked up at Katie.

"To keep the cum inside, of course," Luna explained. "I worked hard for it, I didn't want it to go to waste."

"Er…" Daphne frowned. "Who's cum?"

"Harry," Luna replied. "Who else?"

Every turned to Daphne anticipating her reaction. She did not disappoint.

"HARRY!?" Daphne roared. "I got that exception to blackmail everyone! You even agreed to it! You weren't supposed to even talk to him for one more day!"

"I know that," Luna told her patiently. "You got an exception to blackmail everyone. But you never got a guarantee that it would work."

Daphne made a few choking sounds and Susan tried to stifle her laughter at seeing the blond girl who had been so insufferable frustrated. Daphne darted her eyes over to Susan and glared for a second before looking back at Luna.

"Fine!" Daphne shouted. "Then… Then I'll just do what I said, and release the recordings I made for other people to see!"

"Really?" Luna said, looking up at Daphne from the contract with interest in her eyes. "May I have a copy as well? I expect I'd learn quite a lot from reviewing it." Daphne was too surprised by this reaction to actually answer. "I expect that Harry would probably enjoy watching it with me as well. Oh, this could be wonderful!"

Daphne seemed to fluster as the other girls watched her. She knew that this would be a test of her ability to control them, that if she didn't follow through now it would be harder to make them listen in the future. But at the same time she didn't know exactly how she could follow through on the threat. Luna didn't seem perturbed by the prospect of other people seeing her participate in a lesbian orgy, and there was also the fact that Daphne was part of the recordings as well.

Infuriated as she realized that she was going to lose face in front of the other girls — one of which she was convinced had somehow cast a spell on her — there wasn't much she could do.

Daphne looked at Luna once more and saw… something… in her face.

"Get out!" she yelled. "Everyone get out of my room! Don't you cunts have your own houses!?"

The other girls looked at each other, and each of them knew what they were thinking: no matter who won, they wanted Daphne to lose.

It had been a week or so since Harry had started looking for candidates. He was a bit curious why he hadn't heard from Daphne since their last tryst, but shrugged it off. Perhaps she regretted it? He didn't mind too much, she had been a bit annoying to deal with, but he had hoped that the glimmer of something he'd seen would manifest.

Harry shook his head and grabbed his broom, walking out his front door. He didn't need to be thinking about Daphne right now, because he was going to meet another girl: Katie Bell. It had certainly been a while since he'd talked with her, and she'd invited him to come up to Hogwarts for a round of flying together to remember the old days. Since it was the middle of August, the castle would be empty and using the Quidditch pitch wouldn't be a problem. Even so, he'd made sure to clear their little flight with Minerva ahead of time.

Merlin was it ever weird calling her that, but now that he was out of school she insisted.

Focusing on his destination just outside the wards, Harry turned on the spot and apparated. The familiar gates in front of him brought on a wave of nostalgia, but then, everything about today was likely to do that.

Harry put his broom under him and kicked off into the air, deciding to travel to the pitch by air instead of walking the whole way. As he approached he saw a lone figure making lazy turns in the distance, and figured that must be Katie.

"Fancy meeting you here," Harry called out with a grin as he flew up to where she was. His eyes widened as he got a good look at what she was wearing. Harry had put on his old Quidditch robes for their afternoon thinking it appropriate, but Katie… she was wearing a tight t-shirt that clearly didn't have a bra underneath it, and a dangerously short skirt.

"Hey there, Harry," Katie greeted him with a smile. Her grin widened as she saw him inspecting her attire. "I'm surprised those still fit you."

"Oh," Harry replied dumbly, looking down at his robes. "These? Yeah, I had them resized for sixth year and I only grew about another inch after that."

"They look good on you," she said approvingly. "So, what do you say we start off with a race?"

Before Harry could respond she bolted away, her skirt and her hair flapping in the wind. Harry chased after her, a thrilled laugh escaping his lips. For several hours they dashed around the pitch and the grounds, enjoying the simplicity of flying on a broom that had always brought Harry a sense of calm and excitement in equal measure.

Harry pulled up to the shore of the lake after their last game of tag and just stared out at the familiar, peaceful vista.

"It's beautiful, isn't it," Katie's voice rang out from somewhere above him. Harry looked up and his eyes widened. She was a couple of feet above him and slightly to the side, but what really grabbed his attention was that he had a quite clear view of what was under her skirt. Which was nothing. Katie looked down at him when he didn't respond and realized what he was seeing with a smirk. "Something grab your attention, Harry?"

"Oh, uh…" Harry tried. He tried very hard to look away. But he could swear that she was wiggling herself slightly now.

"You're not even seeing the most interesting part," Katie said. She shifted her hips to the side so that the broomstick wasn't blocking his view, and that's when Harry noticed the shiny little circle poking out from her ass. Katie was wearing an anal plug, Harry realized. His eyes glanced forward slightly. She seemed to be dripping wet too.

"Did, uh…" Harry finally tore his eyes away and looked up at Katie's smirking face. "Did you wear that during games?"

"No," Katie said with a chuckle. "This is just for… our little get together."

"I see," Harry replied. He swallowed thickly.

"Would you like to see… a little closer?" Katie asked. Harry, having finally gotten over his shock, shot her a feral grin.

"Absolutely."

"Keep up then," Katie giggled, flying off towards the castle. Harry gave chase and followed her as she touched down on one of the roofs.

"Isn't this…" Harry looked around. "The roof of the Great Hall?"

"Yep," Katie said with a grin. "Just imagine what everyone below us would see if the students were here."

"Well," Harry said slowly, "it certainly would have made meals more entertaining."

Katie took a few steps toward him and reached for his robes.

"I think you're a bit overdressed."

Her hands began working, removing his clothing, and Harry watched fascinated as she knelt down while pulling his pants off. The release of his constricted erection was a relief all on its own that made him close his eyes and let out a satisfied sigh, but when he opened his eyes again he saw Katie was simply staring at his cock.

"Katie? Are you—" The question died quickly when Katie's mouth engulfed him.

Fuck, she must have a lot of practice to be this good.

Harry kicked his pants to the side feebly and Katie started to bob up and down, pulling back to the head every few strokes to give him a swirl of her tongue. He couldn't help the moan of satisfaction that she coaxed from his lips, and as he did, he saw her grin around his cock as she held it in her mouth. It was one of the most erotic sights he'd ever seen. As he watched, entranced, she spread her knees apart and shoved one of her hands underneath her skirt. It was followed quickly by a deliciously filthy squelching sound as she pleasured herself.

He wasn't sure precisely how long she spent sucking at him, but it felt like it wasn't quite long enough when she pulled back. Harry looked down with an annoyed growl, only to see her turning around on all fours, the extremely small skirt covering nothing in that position. His protests fell short as he watched her reach between her legs, past her cunt, and press against the plug still inside her a few times.

"Fuck, Harry," she said in a slightly hoarse voice. "I'm so fucking wet and horny." Her hand slid down and her fingers spread her lips apart. "I think you might enjoy this part of me a bit better than my mouth though."

Harry didn't need any further encouragement, and only moments later was lining himself up. He looked up at her face, which was turned to the side eying him.

"Should I go slow, or…"

"No," Katie growled. "I want you to fuck me hard enough that I can feel it in the plug. I want you to start hard and then go harder." She took several ragged breaths as Harry's eyes widened. "Don't fuck me like I'm your girlfriend Harry, fuck me like I'm your bitch."

He didn't need to hear any more. Harry slammed forward, feeling Katie's tight hole squeeze down as he entered. Pausing for only a moment to savor the feeling, Harry pulled out and started to set a rapid pace, listening with some satisfaction to the loud moans coming out of Katie's mouth.

"Fuck… yes…" Katie groaned. "Harder…" She clenched her jaw. "Hard enough… to hit the plug…"

Harry got a firm grip on her hips and smashed himself against her feeling the hard gem-like end of the plug hit his pelvis.

"Yes!" Katie gasped. "Like that!"

Harry kept thrusting but it was hard to get enough leverage, so he reached forward and grabbed her arms, pulling them and the rest of her body back against him hard. She said to fuck her like she's my bitch…

"YES!" Katie yelled. "FUCK YOU'RE SO DEEP!"

Every time he thrust forward his pelvis pushed the plug, and every time Katie's body shook just a little bit more. After only a few minutes Katie started to convulse and let out a piercing scream, and Harry found himself getting into the spirit of Katie's attitude.

"That's right bitch," Harry muttered, not slowing his pace at all, "cum on my cock like a well trained whore."

The words seemed to cause several more spasms to course through her body, and a short while later she seemed to come down from her orgasm, letting out small mewling sounds with each movement of Harry's hips.

"I'm close," Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Yeessss…" Katie moaned. "Knock me up Harry…" He felt her push back onto him. "Stick it deep inside… and dump as much cum as you can in my womb…"

That was it for Harry, he couldn't hold back any more. With a loud grunt he pulled on her arms, pushed all the way in, and started to empty himself, just as requested.

"I can feel it," Katie whispered as he spurted. "Mmmm… cream filled Katie…"

Harry shuddered as his orgasm subsided. Harry started to pull out, but Katie pushed back against him.

"Noooo…" she slurred a bit. "Not yet, just… a few minutes."

Harry stopped his motion and in doing so suddenly came to appreciate the velvety bliss of the warm, smooth place his cock was currently resting. Well, he could certainly wait a few minutes. Just as he was trying to figure out a more comfortable position they could get into instead of him kneeling behind her while she was on all fours, a sudden and unexpected sensation from his resting length caught his full attention.

"What…?" he muttered.

"Mmmm…" Katie's voice let out a smooth moaning sound. "I can control my muscles quite… extensively." As if to emphasize her last word he felt a sequence of squeezing motions that felt more pleasant than the first one had. Within a few minutes he found himself once more becoming hard inside her, leading her to moan her own approval.

"Hold on," Katie said, reaching one of her hands back. He watched in fascination as she gripped the end of the plug and slowly began to pull it out. He saw it was made of metal, and wasn't overly large, just the kind of plug that's there to provide a bit of a different sensation. As the tip of it slipped out of her he noticed her ass stay ever so slightly open, as if waiting for the plug to return.

But it wasn't returning, Katie was pulling her hand which now held the plug away. His eyes followed and then widened as he watched her head turn, mouth open. He could only stare as she didn't hesitate at all before pushing the plug into her mouth until the gem-like end covered her lips. Harry wasn't quite sure what to do or say, or if he even really needed to, but he watched as Katie gave him the most practiced version of the 'puppy-dog eyes' he'd ever seen.

"Fhillh uhf wai uder holeh?" she said around the metal plug. It took Harry a few moments to figure out what she meant: fill up my other hole… how could he say no to that?

Harry pulled out as Katie turned back to face forward, leaning her head into her arms in front of her. This had the effect of lowering her face down onto the roof they were on, which caused her ass to raise and turn upward, her back arching smoothly. The sight was so purely sexual that it made Harry growl involuntarily as he placed the tip of himself at her other other interest.

He was trying to figure out just how slow he should take this when Katie pushed back on his cock, burying the first inch herself. The unexpected sensation caused Harry to lurch forward and without really meaning to Harry found himself fully sheathed in a single thrust.

"Holy fuck, Katie…" Harry muttered, a bit delirious. "How are you this hot and tight inside?" But there was no answer forthcoming as Katie was laying her face on the roof, eyes closed, moaning.

Minerva sighed as she walked into the Great Hall, annoyed at how much work she was having to do on her own. This long before the term started, very few of the professors were around to help with preparations, and most wouldn't be arriving until two weeks before term started.

"Minerva," she heard the familiar squeaky voice of Filius call out. She turned to face him and was confused to see him staring up. "Did we have any guests on the grounds this afternoon."

"Yes," she answered briskly. "I granted Harry Potter and Katie Bell permission to use the Quidditch pitch for a day of flying."

"I see," the short Charms master said, turning his head to face her. He had a mischievous look that she didn't often see. "They must really love flying."

"Well yes," Minerva answered, starting to look up. Filius was probably watching them cross above the Hall. "They've always—"

She stopped at what she saw above, remembering that the Great Hall was charmed to show what it looked like overhead. She felt a heat rise in her face as she turned around immediately to leave.

This time he lasted much longer than the first, probably on account of him having so recently cum, but in the end her body once more extracted what it was after as he buried himself deep and felt the pulses travel down the length of himself into her.

Panting heavily, Harry stayed still inside her for several seconds. He watched Katie pull the plug out of her mouth as he began to pull himself out of her ass. Almost as soon as he was completely removed, he watched her roughly shove the plug back into place.

"Don't want to waste any…" Katie said breathlessly.

"Katie…" Harry said, still take his breath in deep gulps. "That was…"

"Mmm…" Katie flopped onto her stomach and rolled onto her back. "Well it was good for me."

Harry let out a little chuckle and went over to pick up their brooms, handing Katie hers. With great effort she picked herself up and straddled it, and Harry couldn't help but notice a bit of his cum flow out of her cunt and slick the place she was sitting.

"So…" Harry said, mounting his own broom. "Would you like to go flying again sometime?"

Harry couldn't quite get the memory of his afternoon with Katie out of his head. That had been something he thought he was unlikely to forget any time soon. It had been two days since, and he was considering asking Katie to meet him at his house sometime in the next few days. It would probably be more comfortable than the roof of the Great Hall had been.

Today though there was another girl that he had invited over. As he set the two plates of food on the table, he heard the door open.

"You called for me, Harry?" Luna asked, walking into the room.

"Yeah, I—" His words were cut off as he looked up to find her standing naked in the doorway. "Luna… did you come here like that?"

"Well of course, I wouldn't be much of a sex slave if I was constantly showing up with clothes that get in the way."

"Luna…" Harry started, his brows furrowing, "You know you're not really my sex slave, right?"

She shrugged as if the distinction was unimportant, walking into the room. Her eyes lit up when she saw the food on the table.

"Oh!" Her voice sounded full of glee. "Are you going to teach me how to eat food and have sex at the same time?" She brought a hand up to her chin thoughtfully. "I'm not really hungry but I could try anyway… oh, this is so exciting! I had talked with the girls about this!"

"Er…" Harry just stared for a few seconds. "…What?"

"Well, I've been curious about having to eat while having sex," she explained in a lecturing tone. "I'm glad you're going to make me."

"What? No, listen, Luna…" Harry shifted uncomfortably. "I know when you came over before you said that I could, uh, use you any time I wanted. But I, er, have other ways I want to use you than just sex. I invited you over to have a meal, not have sex."

"Oh," Luna replied, sounding almost dejected. "So we eat first… and then you use me?" She had a tone like it was the only reasonable conclusion she could think of.

Harry made a few noises as he tried to think of how to respond before sighing and sitting in his chair.

"Sure, Luna." He indicated the other chair. "Have lunch with me, then we'll… relax for a little while… then we can have sex."

"Isn't sex relaxing though?" Luna asked interestedly. She took her seat and picked up the utensils. "Oh! Are we going to try gentle sex first, and then really rough sex? Is that why it won't be relaxing?"

Harry shot her a glare, but it melted when he saw the small smirk on her lips. She was teasing him. He decided to tease her back.

"If we have time," he told her evenly. "Lots of other things to do today, you know."

Harry's mind was extremely distracted. First there was the gratuitous amount of sex he had been having recently, and all the girls he had been having it with. Thinking about them, and how each of them felt or behaved, was something that often intruded on his thoughts. Second though, was all of the other things he was having to take care of. There were things with the ministry and family affairs now that he had committed to actually continuing the family lines.

The last thing distracting them though was how incredibly attractive the red-haired woman next to him was. Susan was walking next to him as they approached his house having just finished a very relaxing and easy date. If Harry really expected any of the girls he had been with so far to make him comfortable, it would be Susan. She had always been extremely kind and caring, and very perceptive about the things that put other people at ease.

Tonight though the generous curves she carried with her were being accentuated by her choice of clothes, which had reminded Harry and everyone at the restaurant they'd gone to that Susan wasn't just a kind person, she was a sexy one as well.

"Welcome to my humble little home," Harry said with a grin, opening the door for her. Taking her coat like a true gentlemen, Harry ushered her into the sitting room. "Would you care for something to drink?"

"Yes, thank you," Susan replied in that soft, silky voice she'd been using all night. "Some… wine perhaps?"

Harry nodded and walked over to where he kept the alcohol, grabbing two glasses. Susan was the best candidate for a mother between all of the girls he'd been with so far, and the date had been quite promising. She'd been very interested in him as a person, which for him was almost as much of a turn on as a naked woman. Returning with the glasses he handed one to her.

"Susan," Harry said softly as she took her first sip. "I've recently decided I'd like to… have children. I hope that isn't a problem for you."

Susan almost choked on the wine and blushed furiously before answering.

"No…" she said faintly. "I've… always wanted to be a mother."

"Oh?" he replied in an interested tone. Susan took another sip.

"Yes, it's… been one of my dreams since I was a girl."

"I see."

Harry relaxed and started to drink his wine, but when he looked back over Susan was downing the last of hers. Harry raised an eyebrow in question and Susan looked away with another blush.

"Sorry," she said. "I just… get nervous… and embarrassed… can I have another glass please?"

Harry nodded and set his glass down before taking her back over to the bottle. Glancing back at the redhead briefly he poured a slightly larger amount before walking back and returning the glass to her hand.

"Thank you," she said, immediately going for another drink.

Are her nerves that bad? Harry thought. Maybe I should… do something that will break the ice for her.

Harry reached forward and put his hand behind her head. She looked up at him startled, and her eyes widened even further when he started to slowly pull her towards him. But she didn't resist at all, instead leaning forward slightly until their lips met. Their tongues mingled and with every passing second Susan seemed to gain more and more passion for what they were doing. After a few moments Harry felt bold enough to reach up his other hand and cup her breast. She let out a small squeak but pressed her lips even more firmly into his. Encouraged, Harry gave a gentle squeeze which caused Susan to moan into the kiss. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, slightly pushing her chest into his hand.

Harry dropped his hand down and slowly began to push it back up her stomach on the inside of her shirt, eliciting a gasp as Susan pulled back from Harry's lips briefly. He could see the rosiness in her cheeks, though whether that was from the alcohol or their activities he couldn't be sure.

Suddenly the sound of the front door slamming open sounded and they both jumped, Harry rapidly pulling his hand from underneath her clothes.

"Harry?" Hermione called out. "I'm returning your—" Her words cut off as she entered the room and saw him sitting with Susan, both looking a little flustered. "Oh! I'm sorry to interrupt."

"No," Harry said in a strained voice. "Not… interrupting anything." Harry pulled away from Susan slightly so that he could lean back into the couch they were on. "You said you were returning something?"

Harry's eyes flicked over to Susan, who appeared to be trying to down the rest of her wine. Whether it was for a way to clamp her nerves, a way to avoid the awkward situation, or just something to do, Harry wasn't sure.

"Yes," Hermione confirmed, walking over to him and holding out her hand which was holding a book. "The book on house-keeping spells I borrowed from the Potter collection."

Harry took the book from her and set it aside. He glanced over at Susan again, who had apparently finished her second glass of wine, then returned to Hermione.

"Do you, er, want a glass of wine?"

"No," Hermione said, giving him a smirk. "I can see that you're, ah, 'busy'."

Harry could hear the quotation marks around the word as she said them. Hermione walked out of the room and he heard the front door shut. Harry looked over at Susan who's face looked almost as red as her hair.

"Sorry about that, Susan, I wasn't expecting any company." Harry tried to give her a reassuring smile. "Well, other than your company that is."

Susan nodded then looked at the doorway Hermione had walked out of. That could have been any girl, and they could have walked in and seen what was happening! She felt exposed at this thought, but then the alcohol presented her with another thought: that could have been another girl arriving to take the load of Harry's cum that she'd put so much effort into earning tonight.

Susan knew this feeling… the feeling of her deep insecurities and inhibitions melting away as she got just drunk enough to not be controlled by what she knew were some more prude views on sex and relationships than most. She couldn't let tonight go to waste.

"Harry," she called out with a confidence that normally escaped her. "You said you want to have children, right?" Harry nodded with a confused look on his face, and Susan reached for the straps at her shoulders, slowly lowering them until her breasts were exposed. Harry's eyes were huge as he stared at the revealed skin, unable to hide his interest, which only made the slightly drunk Susan feel more confident. "Well, it seems that you want kids." Susan edged towards him. "And it seems my body is particularly well suited to making them."

Harry let out a gargling sound from his throat that made drunk Susan giggle and she pounced.

Author's Note: Well, two more girls get their first time! Hope you enjoyed the chapter, please leave me a review with your thoughts on how things are going so far. Who do you hope wins?

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