Taste

Harry woke up to the feeling of a mouth around his cock. This wasn't too unusual for him, in fact, more often than not these days he was woken up by someone who wanted to have sex with him. He opened his eyes, he noted that a couple of people had already woken up, including… Mmmmh, a little impatient today, are we Luna?

Early bird catches the worm, Harry. Or in this case, the early girl gets the cum. Luna replied, removing her mouth to look up at him with those gorgeous eyes of hers. She looked so good down there, her blonde locks cascading over his thighs. She was wearing nothing but an old T-shirt of his, one which went down to her knees, though Luna had hitched this one up with her arm so that she could touch herself.

You've never had any trouble 'getting my cum' before. Harry teased.

Mmmmh, yes, but right now its been building up all night. I bet you have a nice big load for my breakfast.

Breakfast? Harry quickly realized her intention. He'd known it was something Luna had wanted to try, but they'd never gotten to it at Hogwarts. Beside them on the bed was a bowl of cereal, no milk.

Yet. Luna added cheekily.

Luna returned to her attentions, and Harry immediately realized that something was different. It felt better, a lot better. Luna's blowjobs had always felt brilliant, but now he could barely hold himself back. Harry groaned in pleasure, his hands grabbing blindly, and instead of finding bedsheets, one hand found soft flesh. "Mmm, Harry. So frisky already?" Fleur moaned groggily.

"Shit. Sorry Fleur." Harry gasped.

To Harry's disappointment, Luna pulled her head up to address Fleur "It's really my fault. I'm milking him, you see."

Fleur perched herself up and chuckled as she realized why Harry's hand had groped her thigh. "Don't be sorry, in fact…" He pressed her body to his side and tugged his hand to her cunt. Her allure ashed over him, and though he chose to force it back instead of embracing it as he normally did when intimate with Fleur, it wasn't like his body needed the encouragement.

Harry moaned softly and his cock twitched at the sensation of his fingers penetrating Fleur's silky folds. Luna took that as her cue to return to sucking him. "Oh fuck! Luna! It feels so good! So fucking mmphh!" Fleur muffled him with a kiss, placing a hand on his cheek to turn his mouth towards hers. Again, Harry was stunned by how good it all felt, far better than snogging (even with Fleur) had any right to feel.

Harry shivered at the incoming sensations- Fleur's mouth devouring his, her hand on his cheek, her breasts against his side, Luna's hair draped over his thighs and of course her mouth- which was currently voraciously sucking at his cock in a style that was patently hers.

His pleasure soared higher and higher, past what he'd normally ever get from 'simple' blowjob. He made several embarrassingly urgent noises into Fleur's mouth, his cock shuddering as he barreled towards some unknown climax. Please Luna, please Luna, I need it, I need it!

Oh god, Harry, I'm gonna. But, but I gotta- I gotta! I'm sorry! Before Harry could reach his peak, Luna reached her own. Trembling, she cried out as her mouth broke free from his shaft, her head resting against his thigh as she rode out the spasms of her climax.

Harry wrenched his mouth free of Fleur's, letting out a whine of disappointment. Fleur's eyes were immediately drawn to his cock- newly free from Luna's mouth, glistening with saliva, and sporting a drop of precum on the head. She licked her lips and reached for it. "No!" Luna snapped with uncharacteristic possessiveness, and Fleur's hand retracted instinctively "It's mine!"

Fleur raised an eyebrow at her. "I mean, I called it first." Luna backtracked "I'm sorry I stopped, Harry. You were so responsive; it was really attractive."

Fleur smiled "I'm sorry for encroaching on your territory Luna." She said with some humor "But I've also noticed that Harry seems to be rather sensitive this morning." To prove her point, she licked up his jawline before nibbling at his ear. Harry whimpered as his cock trembled, releasing a bit more precum that had Luna salivating.

"God. Please, you're killing me here! Just- OH FUCK!" Luna's mouth devoured him cleanly, and Harry could only babble.

Fleur had not forgotten about his hand and was closer to fucking it at this point than he was fingering her. "Ah! I love seeing you like this, mon tresor." She purred as she continued to nibble at his ear. "So desperate and eager. Don't fight it, love, cum. Cum."

And with a ragged cry, he did. Luna quickly pulled her mouth back and replaced it with her hand- still slick from her juices- which began so stroke him encouragingly. Her other hand had grabbed her cereal bowl and adjusted it to catch his release. The fact that he was emptying his balls into a bowl of lucky charms barely registered to Harry, he was cumming his brains out and could only focus on the gloriously satisfying pleasure searing through his cock and sending shockwaves through his trembling body.

It took a long minute for Harry to recover, bit even though his hands were still shaking, his cock hadn't softened in the slightest. Luna was sitting on the side of the bed, happily eating her cereal. Semen made a poor milk substitute, but Luna had improvised, using her spoon to thoroughly mix the sticky substance with the cereal so that it coated each piece. Luna's first bite was delicate, experimental, but she found herself moaning at how his semen melted onto her tongue and how the musky taste of it lingered long after the sharp sugary flavor of the cereal faded. She shoveled more of her creation into her mouth, moaning decadently and rubbing her thighs together with each bite.

Two of the three sleeping residents of the room had awoken thanks to Harry's orgasm- Hermione and Katie. Ginny was still out cold, having been tucked in by Fleur last night after passing out.

"Damn, that must have been a good one." Katie said.

"It was." Luna said breathily. "He came so much."

"Like a bloody fountain." Katie agreed

"He seemed to be very… receptive." Hermione noted to herself, staring at him with more than her eyes. "And he's still so... ready. I wonder why?" 'Ready' was quite the understatement for the growing need in Harry's core, like he was boiling over and if he didn't let off steam immediately he might explode. He was 'ready' to fuck every woman in this house, he was 'ready' to bust load after load into each of them, anything that could relieve the growing pressure. Of course, he wasn't about to go on a blind fucking spree- but it was unsettling that his desire was so immense that he was tempted.

Harry blushed at the scrutiny but couldn't deny anything they were saying. It was very unsettling having every detail of his life instantly being the hot topic of conversation. Hermione picked up on his discomfort, and course corrected. "Well, I'll be getting ready for the day, I'll probably be spending the morning-"

"Reading. We know." Katie finished for her, she too picking up on what Hermione's intention. "Well, whenever you three are done. I'll be out on a run, maybe Dem would like to join me." Katie said, referring to their recent schedule of working out in the morning- Harry and Katie were the most diligent- though most of them had participated to some extent.

Hermione went to shower, while Katie put on some casual clothes to run in and then left the room. This just left Fleur, Harry, and Luna, who was about finished with her cereal.

"Taste good?" Fleur asked.

"Delicious." Luna affirmed "Though it's a little counterproductive, I'm very randy now."

Fleur's eyes lit up, and Harry could see the plan forming in her eyes- something no doubt quite kinky. She had no qualms about instructing them so that they could bring her idea to life, lying flat on the bed and directing Luna to straddle her. "I rather like this position." Luna blushed as she propped herself over Fleur's body "But what about Harry?"

Harry, however, had figured out Fleur's intent, and positioned himself above and behind Luna so that his chest pressed into her back and his cock slotted against her pussy. Luna whimpered at the intimate contact, her hips twitching to rub herself along his shaft "And this is even better!"

"Its gonna keep getting better." Harry murmured into her ear, before bringing them downwards, sandwiching Luna between himself and Fleur. Luna's head cushioned itself again Fleur's breasts, while her own, smaller breasts fitted themselves beneath them. After a bit of adjusting on Harry's part, his cock was perfectly slotted between both of their sexes.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Luna whimpered "I-I u-uh, wow!" Her hips gyrated, grinding her clit down into his shaft as her overloaded mind tried to process what was happening. Harry, for his part, wasn't faring much better. His cock was trapped between two pussies, both of which were actively grinding into him. The only thing saving him was that he had pushed himself so far forward that his cockhead had escaped their grasp, meaning Fleur and Luna were grinding against the less sensitive lower parts of his shaft.

"She's adorable, isn't she, Harry?" Fleur cooed, brushing Luna's hair behind her shoulders as the smaller blonde quivered and mewled. "Does his cock feel good on your clit? Are you going to cum?" Luna didn't answer, except to whimper and whimper, and whimper as she came apart again.

Fleur herself was able to get herself off on Harry's cock as well but was left a little dissatisfied by the lack of response from Harry, she wanted more. It was only then that she had the clarity to recognize the flaw in their position for Harry and propped herself up slightly so that Harry's cockhead was firmly wedged between her and Luna's folds. "Luna, I think its time to treat Harry's cock."

Luna giggled "What do we do?"

Soon, Harry was gasping as two pussies glided up and down his shaft, and the two girls shared knowing grins at his response. Their inner lips slicked and slid along his aching organ, each trying to press him deeper in their folds in something akin to a sensual kiss. His hands went to… a pair of hips as he attempted to thrust, and it seemed like no matter what he did, his cockhead couldn't escape their enveloping feminine embrace. "Ahn! Ahn! Ahn!" Harry moaned helplessly as he felt himself losing it.

"You should- ah!- see his face." Fleur panted "Its just lovely when he loses control."

"I don't need to see it." Luna responded, equally breathlessly "I can feel it. I can feel how ahn hard and desperate he is. We feel so soft and lovely around unf his raging cock, its driving him mad. He's so close!" With one last instinctive jerk of his hips, Harry lodged himself between their folds and released himself, splattering his cum between the two girls, coating their stomachs and even reaching the undersides of Luna's breasts.

Luna immediately followed him over the edge, while Fleur ground her clit against him, calling out "Oui! Oui! Cum for us! Cum 'ard!" as she joined them.

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Ginny had passed out in the loo, but she woke up the next morning in bed, with only a vague memory of someone picking her up into their arms and tucking her gently into bed.

She almost immediately realized why she'd woken up when she had, Harry had just cum, a surprisingly intense orgasm that Demelza was happily nurturing the last shudders of. Ginny quickly caught herself up- the session between Luna and Fleur, then him joining Katie and Demelza on a run, and then joining them in the shower to predictable results.

No, she wasn't jealous of Luna. So what if she'd just had two lovely orgasms between Harry and Fleur… nope, not jealous at all. Harry noticed her inner conflict and interrupted her thought process.

Are you alright, Gin? Last night was pretty intense.

I… I don't know. I, uh, really liked it in the moment, but…

You know I love you. I wouldn't trade what we have, the sex, any of it, for anything.

I know. And she did, she knew with every beat of Harry's heart that he loved her. The fact that she knew Harry's feelings would never waver gave her a security few people ever had in a relationship. If it weren't for that, she doubted she'd ever have felt comfortable, safe exploring… whatever this was. But there was still a lingering feeling of unease, not about Harry. About Fleur.

Was she just saying those things because she knew it would get Ginny off? Or did she accidentally let slip what she really felt? Did she really think Ginny was pathetic, maybe because she enjoyed having him with other women so much? What would the others think if they found out? Would they think less of her?

Like hell they will. Harry interrupted, stepping out of the loo with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair and skin still damp from the shower. A healthy diet and workout routine had been good for him, and the remaining droplets only accentuated his musculature. Katie and Demelza were a few steps behind him, Katie wearing a mischievous smile and nothing else, but all three of them only seemed to have eyes for him. With a swipe of Katie's hand, she dislodged Harry's towel and her eyes lowered to his arse. She admired for a long moment before swatting it playfully with a "Nice."

Ginny would have to agree, except her eyes were quite occupied with the frontal view. The towel had caught on Harry's cock as it had fallen away, causing it to bob enticingly, a treat for Ginny's eyes. Merlin… so hot. Ginny was once again reminded that even seeing Harry like this had been an unattainable fantasy of hers for as long as she'd been sexually aware. Harry… you need to, need to… fuck them.

Ginny had intended to tell him to fuck her, but there was remarkably little filter in their mental link, leading Ginny to tell him what she really wanted. Having acknowledged that desire, her brain quickly latched onto it. Oh god, I can't wait to feel his cock in one of their cunts, so soft and inviting, so good around him. Her fingers were once again travelling a well worn path, smearing her arousal across her labia and circling her clit.

"But this." Katie grabbed Harry's cock, leering at it as her hand running from the tip to the base, briefly cupping his balls before returning. "This is the main event."

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" Ginny's masturbation sped up, and she began to grunt as lust overtook her.

"You alright over there, Ginny?" Katie asked. "Would you like to join us, or are you just gonna watch and masturbate again?"

"Just… just fuck him, please." Ginny managed.

Katie shook her head, an understanding smile on her face. "Of course, sweetie. We'll fuck your boyfriend so damn good. Hmmm, now as enticing as this cock is, I think you owe me, babe."

"Owe you?" Harry's voice was rough, perhaps from how her hand was idly stroking his cock.

"Yeah, for all the orgasms you could have given me while we were separated. You have a lot to make up for, don't you think?" He could understand why she might feel… frustrated. While they had had plenty of sex since his return to England, between preparing for the war, taking care of Gabby and everyday life, and (of course) having sex with six other witches, Harry knew it probably wasn't as much as she'd have liked.

"Ah- absolutely." Harry nodded.

"You can have your Dem do whatever you like, but I'm gonna need you to lie down." Katie led him by his penis to the bed, and Harry dutifully lay down. Katie looked him over, her hungry eyes drinking in the expanse of skin and muscle available to her, then she looked over to Ginny and winked.

Katie straddled his face, gently lowering her slit to his mouth, and Harry eagerly set out to please her. His tongue swiped across her labia and dipped into her folds before he began an all-out assault on her clit. "Oh! Oh fuck yes! Eat it! Eat it!" Katie called out as she began to grind against his face. This just made it harder for him to properly stimulate her, but Katie was reveling in the sense of power the action gave her too much to care. "Fuck! Fuck! FUUUUUUUUCK!" Katie came surprisingly quickly, and Harry's face was soaked in a deluge of her arousal.

Katie spent several long moments after her climax trembling as she steadied herself, and actually whimpered when Harry renewed his assault, his tongue swiping against flesh made overly sensitive by her orgasm. "Oh god!" No sooner had the small, vulnerable noise escaped was Katie trying to reel herself back in. Her hands knitted through his hair as she once again pressed her cunt to his face. "Uhn! Yes! Suck on my clit! Suck on my fucking CLIT!" Harry dutifully latched onto her clit, and Katie was undone in under a minute.

Katie grit her teeth as she came down, disappointed in how quickly she was coming. She'd been pent up, but she hadn't realized she'd been that pent up. Get yourself together girl! "Ahn. Ahn. You think you're done, Potter?" Katie managed "Keep- OH!" Harry didn't wait for her to finish to return to his ministrations. Katie was well on the way to a third orgasm when Demelza granted her a reprieve.

The bond had caused a sort of vicious cycle in Harry and Demelza's relationship. Harry was far from shy in showing his affection, letting her feel his love for her, how he cherished her, wanted to protect her. Demelza soaked up his love like a sponge and returned it with a fierce sexual devotion. The security of knowing how Harry felt for her had intensified her desire to submit. In turn Demelza's submissiveness only made Harry want to shower her in even greater affection, which just fed into her submissiveness and so on.

Sex with Demelza was like nothing else. It wasn't just that she knew exactly what she liked (after all, Ginny, Hermione, and Luna did as well). It was her single-minded devotion to his pleasure. At points, it was nearly religious in its fervor. As she knelt between his legs and approached his shaft, Harry could feel her lust, yes, but also a worshipful awe. Please master, I just want… please let my pussy service you. This wasn't a performance for his benefit, at least not completely. She was genuinely grateful for being given the privilege of pleasuring him.

Yes, fuck yourself on my cock. While he might prefer to fuck her himself, Katie had him a bit… tied down at the moment. Demelza clambered up, and the instant her pussy' lips wrapped around his cockhead harry groaned and thrust upward sharply. He met Demelza halfway, drawing a whimper from the surprised girl.

That Demelza was already at a knife's edge wasn't a shock. She could get aroused at the drop of a hat with Harry, and the fact that these days Harry was having sex all the time certainly contributed to this. It was just made even worse today, with Harry being so… deliciously urgent.

Their run had been an exercise in sexual frustration for the two of them. The instant he'd seen Katie and Demelza wearing nothing but shorts and sports bras, he'd gotten achingly hard. God, the two of them were fit and lovely, especially Katie. Demelza had wanted to offer him a blowjob, but Harry seemed to want to prove something to himself and had swatted the idea down before it had fully materialized.

Instead, Harry pushed himself hard on their run to distract himself from his raging libido. It may have worked for him, but Demelza wasn't so lucky. Harry exercising had become difficult for her since their bonding. It was such a lovely showcase of his strength and endurance and it was so easy to imagine those muscles put to work towards her. Even worse, though, was that she could feel his desires so strongly, and she so badly wanted him to fulfill them. She wanted oh so badly to bend over and let him fuck her, filling her with his cum until she passed out. By the time they'd gotten back to the shower, she'd been ready to beg him to let her make him cum. Though to be fair, that was normal for them.

So it probably wasn't a surprise that even with her on top, Harry had taken the initiative from her, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Take it! Take my fucking cock! He roared internally as he thrusted powerfully upwards.

Oh, please master. Demelza whined, in response, bracing herself against him. My pussy, it was made to be a sleeve for your cock. Use it! Pump it full of your cum! By now, Harry's hips were moving forcefully enough to make an audible slap as they collided with Demelza's. "God! Fuck! Master!" Demelza cried out as the pleasure became too much for her.

His attention towards Katie had lapsed as he'd begun to focus on Demelza, which allowed the older girl to regroup. As Harry thrust away into Demelza's pussy, Katie began grinding at her own pace, taking care to liberally smear her juices across his face. However, as she continued and the noises behind her became increasingly erotic, her slow, purposeful grinding turned into a frantic rutting as she raced to her own finish line- her clit against his nose, his tongue lapping at her folds. Her own throaty grunts joined the noises that Harry and Demelza were making, until with one last spasming thrust, she hollered "FUCK! CUMMING!"

Harry and Demelza followed her perhaps ten seconds later, as Katie's peak was beginning to ease. Ginny, meanwhile… "Fuck! FuckfuckfuckFUUUCK! Fill her up Harry! Fucking CUUUUUM!"

Damn. I swear she's enjoying us fucking more than we are. Katie mused.

Quite a bit later, the four of them had cuddled together in bed, just talking, when Ginny brought it up. "Hey, er, do you know how I've got that thing, about, you know, enjoying watching Harry with you guys?"

"I think all of us know about that, Ginny." Katie answered. "It's not exactly a secret innit?"

"Right er, I was just wondering. What do you think about it?"

"You can't help what turns you on, Ginny." Katie said, before correcting herself slightly "Well, to some extent you can, but really, if you like seeing your boyfriend being shagged rotten by other women, you aren't exactly gonna be able to suppress it when you see it happen all the time."

"But isn't it… pathetic? I mean, I think… I think I like being humiliated over it. A lot."

She sounded so raw in vulnerable in that moment. Instantly, Katie's protective instincts rose up. She'd heard a bit about what had happened between them last night, and if it were her, she'd have taken a much… gentler tack. "Oh, sweetie." Katie flipped over and hugged her side. "No. No one thinks that. No one."

"Ginny, do you think I'm pathetic, because I like being Harry's sex toy?" Demelza asked her.

"No!" Ginny immediately refuted "Of course not!"

A raised eyebrow was her only response.

"You should talk with Fleur about it." Harry added "But I can pretty much guarantee you she said those things because she knew you'd enjoy them, not because she actually believes they were true. But I'm sorry that we let you think that might be the case. We should have talked it out before hand, but in the spur of the moment…"

"Things happen." Ginny finished for him "I know. And I liked it. I really liked it. I dunno, maybe we can cuddle afterwards, though I'm glad you brought me back to bed, and you know, tucking me in." She remembered the sense of comfort she'd felt last night as she'd drifted off, knowing that someone was looking out for her, making sure she was safe and warm with the people she loved.

"Ginny, that wasn't me." Harry told her "I wasn't in a state to do anything last night. It was Fleur."