Chapitre 31: Chapter 31: Uncharted Territory
The sudden silence that filled the room -once again discounting the sound of colliding flesh- after his question was rather amusing for Harry, with both girls caught flatfooted by his casual acceptance of the situation. Hermione even pushed the towel off her face to turn again to face him once more, a disbelieving expression -mixed with a thick layer of pleasure- on her face, but Harry just smiled at her before turning his attention back to Lavender, but he didn't neglect to pick up the pace even more to keep Hermione distracted.
"So, how are you?" he said, repeating his earlier question.
"Not bad, but definitely can't compare to you guys," she answered despite her blush, her arm around her chest still loose enough to give occasional glimpses of her pink areolas.
"That's a pity," he answered. "I would've guessed that our show merited better praise than such a lukewarm one."
Lavender's eyebrow quirked in a pleasant surprise, but considering she was still standing just a few feet away, unconcerned, it couldn't be said to be deep. "Are you saying that the show wasn't completely accidental?"
"It was as accidental as your towel slip and dancing hips, or are you going to claim that you always walk around like you're posing for an erotic photo shoot."
The first vocal reaction came from Hermione. "What!" she exclaimed, not welcoming Harry's awareness of the situation, but she was silenced by a stiff spank to her ass.
"Don't be rude, Hermione. I'm talking with Lavender. And it's not like you don't have your own things to focus on." She tried to open her mouth once more, but Harry preempted her move by pushing her to down until her face was pressed against the pillow, with her ass pointing upwards, giving him the excellent access to take her in a modified doggy style pose, his hands pinning her waist against the bed. He picked up the pace, and any word Hermione might have turned into muffled cries. "So, Lavender, care to answer?"
It took a while for Lavender to answer, her eyes stuck on the merciless way Harry was slamming against Hermione, whose cries rose high despite the pillow against her face, helping her to muffle her voice. "Well," she started, stretching the word carefully even as she put her hand on his shoulder, the same one that was covering her breasts just a moment ago, signaling that the fun times were just at the corner. "There is a small chance that some of my actions were intentional to have some fun, but from the situation, it doesn't seem like you mind."
"Of course I don't, and I'm sure Hermione doesn't as well." A muffled answer rose from Hermione, one that was distinctly negative, but Harry silenced her with another spank on her bottom. "Don't be rude, sweetie, she is your roommate, and it was your inconsiderate actions that put her into such an inconvenient state. It's your duty to help her."
"I'm not aroused," Lavender tried to argue, but silenced after receiving a quirked eyebrow. More importantly, she didn't say anything when he put his hand on her leg, slowly dragging it under the towel, until reaching a certain part of her anatomy, thick with arousal.
"It doesn't feel like it," he said as he pulled back his glistening fingers, making Lavender blush more. Then, he brought his fingers towards Hermione's lips, finally managing to widen Lavender's eyes in shock. "But we can always ask for a second opinion," he added as he slid his fingers, covered with Lavender's juices, into Hermione's mouth. Hermione tried to send him an angry gaze, but it withered under yet another spank.
"That's…" Lavender murmured in shock as she tried to process the extremity of his action. "… hot," she continued, feeling hard to deny her arousal.
"That's the spirit," Harry said as he grabbed the loose towel around her waist, slowly pulling it away. Lavender had plenty of time to pull the towel back, or stop him, but her hands chose to trace his biceps instead, a movement that sped up rather noticeably when his fingers landed on her supple thighs once more, moving determinedly towards her wet lips.
"Harry, what are you doing!" Hermione managed to shout in shock while his fingers slipped inside Lavender's wet lips. Harry rewarded her with yet another spank, but also picked up speed, railing against her backdoor mercilessly. Hermione's words dwindled, too busy crying in pleasure.
"Don't be selfish, Mione," he answered even as he explored Lavender's wetness. "You're not the only one who is feeling stressed because of the upcoming OWLs. It wouldn't be fair if poor Lavender failed the exam because of her reduced studying performance. And her housemates, it's our responsibility to assist her. Don't you think so, Lav?"
"Oh, yes," Lavender gasped even as one of her hands reached to her huge breasts, but still supple despite their size. "I'm very stressed, and your private meetings are not helping, especially with their frequency."
"But-" Hermione tried to answer, only to receive yet another spank, while his other hand picked up speed, slowly pushing Lavender forward on the cliff or arousal. He could have pushed for it quicker, of course, but her first time, Lavender deserved something better than a quick, magically-assisted finger pump.
"Since you have-" Harry said, his words interrupted by Lavender's surprised laugh. "Since you have some concerns about helping her directly," he repeated while sending Lavender a playful glare, "why don't we try to give her a better view so that she can handle her business."
With that, he pulled his hand away from Lavender while simultaneously pulling out of Hermione. Then, he sat directly across Lavender when he pulled Hermione onto his lap once more, with her back against his chest, leaving Hermione face to face with her roommate. "Harry!" Hermione exclaimed once more, but this time, Harry chose to squeeze her breast hard rather than spanking her, which still earned a sexy moan as a reward.
"Come on, Mione, there's nothing to be ashamed about, you have an amazing body, after all," he said as his hands started to dance over her body, the sudden compliment enough to silence Hermione for a while, aided greatly by the pleasure she was earning through the tight grip of her puckered hole.
"Damn," Lavender spoke a while later as she watched his shaft disappearing again and again in Hermione's tight hole, transfixed. "I can't believe you're able to take that monster up to your ass without fainting." She shook her head in disbelief. "They're right. It's always the nerdy ones that are the most freaky in the bed."
"Yes, Mione is really the best once she picks up the speed," Harry added, followed by a gentle kiss on her neck.
Unable to handle the comments on her sexuality, Hermione tried to pull away, but his grip was too tight for her to escape. Helpless, Hermione chose to raise her hands to her face, hiding herself in the only way possible, but Harry had no intention of allowing it. "Don't be rude," he warned even as he grabbed her wrists and pulled her arm back, giving himself an excellent angle to invade her insides.
"Come on, Hermione, no need to be shy. You're not seeing the positives of the situation. I'm sure Lavender would have no problems helping you as well. Would you, Lav?"
"What?" Lavender said, in disbelief. Luckily, Hermione was too distracted to comment after the latest position pushing her arousal closer to the completion.
"Come on, Lav, it's not that complicated. Just give Hermione a little hand. For example, her nipples are extremely sensitive," Harry explained, and Lavender relaxed a bit. It wasn't what Harry had in mind, but he needed to push both girls slowly if he wanted to maintain their moods. "
Unlike her usual confident demeanor, Lavender was rather shy as she reached towards Hermione's breasts, but Harry let it slide without comment. After all, it was something novel for Lavender as well, and pushing her might have affected the situation adversely. She laid her fingers gently on Hermione's breast, squeezing softly as she tested the waters. Hermione sent a warning glare to her way, but unlike her intention, it made Lavender smile in a mischievous manner. Hermione turned her head to catch his eye, begging, but he just shrugged. It was her mistake, thinking that she could intimidate Lavender while she was moaning continuously under the assault of the situation.
Encouraged by Hermione's ineffectual adversary, Lavender's touch started to get more and more confident, exerting pressure over Hermione's supple skin, drawing circles around her nipples. Meanwhile, her other hand disappeared between her legs, pleasuring herself simultaneously.
"It's too much, stop," Hermione begged in a tone that was supposed to be stiff and determinate, but only ended up being helplessly needly.
"Really," Harry whispered. "So, you would be okay if we suddenly stop here, leaving you without your orgasm?"
"Yes…" Hermione whispered, but it was a soft, desperate word, lacking conviction. Curious, Harry sent a quick peek to her mind, only to see that she had uttered that word with the full confidence that he wouldn't stop.
It didn't take long for Harry to come up with a punishment for her ploy. "Sure," he said, and without a preamble, pushed her away from his lap. The utter shock on Hermione's face was beautiful, especially when it was mirrored by Lavender.
"What… Why…" Hermione uttered in shock.
"Well, you asked me to stop," Harry said nonchalantly, with an amused smirk on his face. Of course, while she was distracted, he didn't miss the opportunity to cast a spell on Hermione, one that would keep her on the edge, but wouldn't allow her to cum no matter how much she struggled. "Lav, do you mind helping me a bit," he continued without missing a beat.
"You… You jerk!" Hermione exclaimed even as she dashed towards the bathroom, shocked by his attitude.
"Are you sure it's okay," Lavender said as she watched Hermione worriedly, but Harry didn't give her time to process her thoughts, just grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the same space that was voided by Hermione moments ago.
"She'll be fine," Harry said, not reacting to her little tantrum, confident that she would return in a few minutes, driven equally by her outrage and by the orgasm that denied to arrive. Lavender sat directly above his length, and he wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her in place. "But while we wait for her…" he added suggestively.
"But-" she tried to start, but it was cut short when Harry clamped on her neck in an aggressive kiss while also trying to push her towards a new layer of pleasure, a moan cutting her words short.
"Come on, Lavender," he said while he brought his hands higher, sinking deeply into her generous breasts. "We both know you want it, so why bother denying it."
Lavender opened her mouth, but failed to say anything. After all, both the situation and her desire were obvious, and there was no point in extending the situation pointlessly. "We can't go all the way," she said in the end determinedly. Harry just nodded, secure in the knowledge that she wouldn't be able to resist his charms for long under the circumstances.
But she smiled after his nod, and started grinding on his lap in a manner that wouldn't be amiss in the private room of a high-class stripper club, her blond hair spilling on her shoulders. Her wet lips moved back and forth on his shaft, providing him with an exquisite lap dance.
"Not bad," Harry murmured, and Lavender turned to catch his gaze with a smug expression. He chose that exact moment to clamp to her lips, devouring them aggressively, without mercy. He watched as her eyes grew in shock at the sudden intimacy, but her attempts to pull back was preemptively cut off by his hands, still mauling the exquisite texture of her breasts.
It took a while for her shock to wear off, and at that point, the pleasure of the kiss was too sweet to desert. Her lips joined the fray with a renewed desire, her tongue deciding to fight against the dominance of his, a battle destined to futility. "I never expected you to be so… domineering," Lavender murmured when they pulled back for a breather, her hips still grinding desperately.
"I'm catching enough trouble from the mindless masses as is, I don't need any more complication," Harry explained. "But since you have pushed through the veil, I don't have trouble giving you the full range of experience."
"What do you mean -" Lavender started, only to turn into a shocked cry as Harry pushed in her without a warning, her tightness enveloping his shaft, assisted greatly by her wetness. "You promised!" she moaned, which would have been more effective if she hadn't already started moving up and down in her volition.
"It was an accident," he said shamelessly. "But we can stop if you want," he added with a smirk, trusting that Lavender was too far gone to test his patience, especially Hermione's evidence showing that he had no problem leaving her on the edge to prove a point.
"Well, since we started…" Lavender murmured as she rose up until only his crown was inside her, only to slam herself back loudly.
"Excellent choice," he said as he started pumping inside, and Lavender's moans rising up.
Under the circumstances, Harry wasn't surprised when the bathroom door opened a minute later, and Hermione walked inside, a towel wrapped around her body, But rather than sadness or anger, frustration dominated her face. "I can't believe you," she exclaimed heatedly.
"Come on, Mione, you need to decide one way or another. You asked me to stop, and I stopped. Luckily, your roommate was selfless enough to help me. What else do you want?" His words left Hermione rather annoyed, though Lavender's victorious gaze under the circumstances hadn't exactly helped.
"I want…" Hermione started, but her words were cut short as she watched them with shocked eyes, arousal playing no small part.
"I can't hear you, walk closer," Harry ordered, and much to Lavender's shock, Hermione followed his command without a delay. Only when she was already halfway she realized the absurdity of her obedience, but at that point, she preferred to continue, stopping only when she stood a couple of feet away from them. She tried to keep her gaze on his eyes, but the view of Lavender's entrance devouring his shaft again and again was too attractive to be denied.
"So, what do you want," Harry said, acting like he missed her desperate trembling, or the drippings of arousal traveling down her leg.
"I want to…" Hermione murmured, trying to gather her courage. With a sigh, she dropped her towel, revealing her body in its full nakedness. Lavender whistled in appreciation, breaking the monotony of her moans. "I want to continue…"
"Sure," Harry said with a smirk. "Of course, you have to wait until I'm finished with Lavender. It would be rude to leave her hanging, right?"
"But-" Hermione tried to say, but Harry cut her off with a gesture.
"No buts. It would be rude to leave her halfway just because you had a change of mind. It's not a comfortable situation, is it?"
"No, it isn't," she answered.
"Exactly, so be a good girl and wait your turn. Or alternatively, you can help her to arrive quicker, therefore having your turn earlier."
Hermione looked at them in shock. "That's too much," she exclaimed.
"Your call," Harry answered. "Then you need to wait. Ten minutes should be enough," he said. Lavender shook her head aggressively. "Sorry, let's make it thirty minutes. You can wait for half an hour, right?"
Of course, under the grasp of the spell that prevented her from reaching the climax, that was a difficult call. Harry watched the dance of emotions reflecting on her face as she tried to decide, all the while Lavender jumped up and down his lap enthusiastically.
Soon, her expression solidified…
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