The Edge of Glory

Sure enough, Harry had Katie- Katie pinned to the locker. They were both completely naked and glistening with sweat. His cock was buried right in her pussy- though Ron didn't have a good view of that particular detail he could certainly imagine it. Then he noticed that Demelza was sitting on the bench, fingers buried in her cunt. And Ginny was on the floor, slumped up against the wall and absolutely dripping with cum.

That familiar, confusing, swirl of emotions was back. Harry got everything! He got to fuck all the hottest girls in the school. At the same time, he couldn't pull himself away. He couldn't tear his eyes off of the gorgeous female bodies before him. Even as jealousy churned his stomach- Ron couldn't help the familiar tingle in his cock. Thinking quickly, he disillusioned himself, he really didn't want to get caught right now.

Katie seemed to come to, and gazed at Harry with a mixture of lust, and affection. Harry let her down, yet Katie still kept her arms around him. "I think my ovaries just exploded." She giggled euphorically.

His cock, slick with Katie's juices bobbed with Harry's stride. Ron tore his eyes away from Harry's shaft, and they landed on his sister, who had stood herself up and was staring at Harry's cock with a look of sheer lust.

No! He didn't want to look at Harry's penis, and he certainly didn't want to look at his sister. There were two perfectly hot girls to ogle.

"What did I tell you?" Ginny teased.

"You weren't lying, Ginny." Katie admitted. "That was… wow!"

The two girls conversed, words interspaced occasionally with giggling. Harry grinned easily as he looked between the two, pleased to see them getting along, then turned his attention to Demelza.

The girl had her legs splayed, and was moving a single finger in and out of her drooling slit, every slight move triggered trembles and moans. "How are you doing, Dem?" He said softly, kneeling down to her level.

The girl's eyes locked with his, she opened her mouth to respond but all that came out was a breathy moan. Harry smiled and kissed her cheek "Hold in there. Remember, don't cum. Not yet."

By now, Ginny and Katie were sporting giddy grins, and turned their eyes towards Harry. "Luv, Katie and I have decided to share you." Ginny announced "Would you?" She gestured to the bench.

Ron didn't understand what she meant, but Harry seemed to read her intentions perfectly. "Of course." He smiled, before laying himself on the bench. His shaft, still wet from Katie's arousal, stood at attention. Demelza stood up and left Ron's field a view, perhaps propping herself up against the lockers so she could get a better look at Harry.

"You want his cock or his mouth?" Ginny asked.

"I really want to see what that mouth can do." Katie admitted.

"Perfect." Ginny and Harry answered simultaneously. They met each other's eyes and chuckled, as if sharing an inside joke.

Ron's jaw hung open as he watched on in gnawing jealousy and growing arousal. Katie straddling his head, giving him a full view of her body and Ginny kneeling in front of Harry, facing away from Ron. Harry's mouth eagerly began working on her, lips molding against hers, his tongue pressing and swiping enthusiastically. "Oh yes babe. Just like that. Take it." Katie moaned, bearing down on Harry until she was practically grinding her cunt on his face.

Ginny, for her part, engulfed Harry's cock with just as much enthusiasm. Moaning deeply as she took to the hilt in one go. Katie, through her haze of pleasure, managed a smirk. "You like that, Ginny? You like that you can taste me on him? I wonder ho- OH! FUCK! Oh FUCK YES!"

Katie's ecstatic moans and the look of naked pleasure on her face thrilled something deep inside of Ron. Lavender had never moaned liked that. Sure, she had moaned plenty, but not like that- her voice bursting with pleasure, oozing with sexuality. Now that he thought about it, he'd never seen Lavender look at him the way Katie, Ginny, and Demelza looked at Harry. He had to bite back a moan as Katie's orgasmic writhing caused her breasts to jiggle and sway deliciously.

Ron's prick was aching, straining against the fabric of his trousers, and Ron tried to subtly adjust himself with his hand. 'Adjusting' quickly turned into passively palming his throbbing prick as he became completely immersed in the scene before him. Katie's eyes drew him in shining a mixture of lust and pure determination, so intense that if she turned her gaze to him- Ron was certain he'd combust on the spot.

What had he gotten himself into?

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Demelza was at the edge.

It had been hard enough to watch her teammates waltz in and steal Harry away like it was nothing, relegating Demelza to frig herself pathetically on the sidelines. It was hard enough to watch Katie effortlessly have what she had been fantasizing about every night for weeks. Demelza hadn't even touched Harry's cock yet, but Katie fucked him. Katie fucked Harry Potter right in front of her and underneath the frustration Demelza secretly loved it.

Unable to look away, Demelza watched with awe and envy as Harry speared his cock inside Katie until she wailed like a banshee, and then as Ginny stuffed him into her mouth. What Demelza wouldn't give to pleasure him- with her mouth, with her pussy, her hands, even. She wanted more than anything for him to use her body for his own pleasure, to make him feel as good as he made her feel, but Harry seemed determined to deny her.

Demelza's drooling cunt felt like an active volcano spewing lava- it was so hot and inflamed, and her juices were once again coating her hand, thighs, and dribbling down to the floor. Her fingers were such a poor substitute for Harry, but that didn't stop Demelza from imagining, as she often did at night, that Harry was penetrating her. She imagined how he'd feel- the swollen head parting her, the veins and contours of his shaft pressing into her, the feel of him- warm and throbbing.

Demelza was already putty in his hands as it was- she knew that he'd ruin her the instant he penetrated her with his manhood. She knew that there was no way she'd walk away from the experience as more than a drooling, quivering cocksleeve.

She realized what was happening a moment too late. She'd gotten so caught up in her fantasy that she let herself cross the edge. Desperately, she tried to stop it, to stifle it, anything to avoid disappointing Harry. He had told her, right after they'd gotten out of the shower, that he didn't want her to cum until this was over, and if she didn't, she'd get a reward.

But she couldn't. She wasn't strong enough. She was weak, a slave to her hungry cunt and greedy clit. So she came. Her knees gave out and she fell on her arse as her cunt spasmed around her inadequate fingers.

The worst part, Demelza realized, was that her orgasm wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough. She'd gotten herself off half a dozen times last night and it still hadn't been enough. Her cunt hungered for one thing, and she had just put it out of reach.

Demelza almost sobbed as her arousal predictably returned while she watched her fellow chasers fuck her captain. Harry was devouring Katie like a starving man, her juices coated his face and slid down his chin. It was as if she were a delicious dessert that he just couldn't get enough of. Katie seemed to be on another plane of existence- head tilted back, eyes closed, jaw hanging open. She was no longer grinding against Harry. No, now she was just along for the ride. Her hands were placed on his chest in an attempt to remain stable through the pleasure, even as Harry held her thighs firmly in place.

Ginny's blowjob was a spectacle in itself. It was messy and almost grotesque, how she drooled and slurped over his cock. She was oblivious to her own discomfort as she deep throated Harry sloppily, giving her all for his pleasure even as Harry was wrapped up in Katie. Ginny's efforts paid off, and Demelza could only whimper as Harry once again stiffened and let out a moan muffled by Katie's pussy. Ginny's eyed went wide as he flooded her mouth, but she took it like a champ, swallowing nearly everything- only letting a single drop trickle escape through the corner of her mouth.

Demelza could only imagine how that felt, having Harry's manhood throbbing and pulsing in her mouth… or Merlin, her pussy. Oh, to feel him filling her with his potent seed. Her cunt spasmed at just the thought of him pumping his seed into her fertile, empty womb. Demelza tilted her head back and moaned as hot desire curled through her once again. Her fingers found her clit and rubbed viciously. Her entire body was shaking with pleasure, she just needed to…

A hand grabbed Demelza's wrist, and pulled her fingers away from her slit. Disoriented, she tried to resist for a moment until she realized that Harry had been the one to restrain her. It all came crashing down on her. She had utterly failed.

Demelza trembled under Harry's disapproving gaze, and felt a rush of hot arousal when he grabbed her other wrist and easily pinned both of her hands to the wall. Oh Merlin, she was completely helpless. Her overheated body quivered in desire at how close his lean, muscular form was to hers, and how utterly at his mercy she was.

"She really can't control herself." Ginny noted, somehow still sounding superior to her even as she was naked and dripping with semen.

"Looks like she needs her Captain to set her straight." Katie added teasingly.

Harry seemed to examine her critically, and the way his eyes scanned her body made Demelza feel even more exposed. "Alright Dem, it looks like you're gonna need more work than I expected." Harry told her, and Demelza clung to his every word. "I think what you need is some more practice."

"Sir?"

"Every night, I want you to edge yourself, for..." He paused in thought for a moment "For fifteen minutes. You can't cum. You'll do this every night until our next practice on Thursday. Is that understood?"

Demelza felt like she was imploding. She wanted to cry in frustration. The thought of denying herself for four days was nearly unbearable to her. She could hardly stand it now… how could she possibly hope to hold out for four days.

"Demelza." Harry crooned "If you do this, I'll give you everything you want." Demelza shuddered at the prospect of Harry's promise.

"Of course, sir." She complied, bowing her head.

Then, Harry leaned in close, and whispered in her ear "Good girl." It took all of Demelza's willpower to not cum on the spot.

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Ron stumbled away from the scene, doing his best to ignore his twinging cock, but unable to banish the images burned in his mind's eye.

He had no idea his teammates were such sluts. He and Lavender had had sex, sure, but she hadn't been like this. Not just willing, but eager… gagging for it. They all had been gagging for it when Ron had to wheedle and sweet talk Lavender to put out.

He wondered if Hermione was as big of a slut as Ginny and Katie were. At first his mind rejected it outright, proper and rules abiding Hermione Granger? No way!

Except… never in a million years would Ron had guessed his little sister would look at a guy with such hunger in her eyes. Or moan so whorishly while she stuffed Harry's thick cock in her mouth. After all, he had walked in on Hermione and Harry, even if he'd only gotten a glimpse, that glimpse had been of Hermione riding him.

"Fuck." He cursed to himself as he hastened his pace. He really needed to get that scene out of his head, it wasn't like he hadn't seen Lavender naked before. It's just that Lavender never looked like Katie had, so enthusiastic, strong, and desirous. Lavender… of course!

Ron was so aroused he knew he wouldn't be able to settle down until he had his release. He could of course jack of to what he'd just saw… and that made him distinctly uncomfortable. No, he needed Lavender, now.

He found her in the common room with Pavarti. "Lav!" He called to her as he approached.

"Yes Won-won?" She giggled. God, Ron hated that nickname.

"I need you! I mean, I need to talk to you… in private." Ron elected to ignore how Lavender and Pavarti glanced at each other and snickered, that wasn't important.

He almost sighed in relief when Lavender relented without a fight. "Of course baby!" She cooed, then calling to Pavarti "I'll catch up later girl!"

Ron wasted no time in whisking his girlfriend away to the nearest broom cupboard. "What is it baby? Quidditch practice got you all worked up?" She fawned.

"Err, yeah. I really need it right now." Ron moaned, before diving in for a deep snog. His eyes drifted shut as they sunk into the kiss, and Ron was back in the changing room- the way Katie and Harry's mouths clashed as they kissed, devouring each other. The way she had looked at him like a lioness would her prey. "Won-won!" Lavender protested, giggling "What's gotten into you?"

"Oh, I'll be getting into you shortly!" Ron returned. Heh, he had picked that one up from Dean. He briefly considered going for her top, but the way their crotches were grinding against each other… Ron couldn't take it anymore.

Hastily, he unbuttoned his pants and shoved down his boxers, letting his aching prick spring free. Ron was barely seeing Lavender now. Instead of Lavender's unimpressed expression as he pushed her panties to the side, he was seeing Katie's hungry gaze. When he shoved his prick forward, it wasn't into Lavender's pussy, but into Katie's ravenous cunt. Oh, how he wanted to wreck that slut with his cock. And when Ron exploded after that one thrust, Lavender couldn't have been further from his mind.

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Hermione was thankful that she was in the Room of Requirement. She wasn't exactly sure how she would have handled the situation without drawing attention to herself if she had been in the common room. She had finally found a reference to her apparent ability to sense magic- for all the help that it provided. The book was frustratingly vague, mostly using anecdotal accounts and imprecise language to describe what it termed 'fey sight'.

It had left her very little to go off of, which meant Hermione had to experiment. Hermione rather suspected that these experiments may become unsuitable for the public. No, it was much better to do this in a secure location. Even if she didn't end up taking her clothes off, she wanted to avoid questions about what she was working on.

She'd barely gotten started, however, when Harry, or rather, his cock, had diverted her attention. He hadn't had sex at all that day- they just hadn't found the time- and it was definitely effecting him. His shaft was desperately inflamed, yet Harry ignored it easily, even as Demelza stripped, begged, and became putty in Harry's hands, he didn't consider relieving himself. He was so focused on Demelza's pleasure that he just… pushed it aside.

Hermione admired his dedication to his partner, but- but, it was just too fucking much. God damn it Harry. Hermione seethed as she shoved a hand underneath her skirt and panties. Academically, she knew this wouldn't solve anything. Even if she came, Harry's arousal would just ramp her back up again and she would remain unsatisfied. The only solution was to 'distance' herself from him in the bond… but she was still working on that, and she didn't think she was in the right mindset to try.

Something wrong, 'Mione?

Shut up and just let her make you cum already! Hermione's fingers rubbed her clit intently, she didn't even bother taking off her clothes. Of course, Harry didn't honor her request. Hermione came, at about the same time Demelza did, but Harry's arousal still pulsed through their bond, stronger than ever.

Katie unleashed a new kind of torture on them. She'd probably have to cast repairo on her blouse, she was certain some of the buttons had gotten dislodged when she ripped it open. Her panties and skirt would need drying charms for sure. She had rubbed her clit so vigorously and for so long that it was sore and overstimulated, but she couldn't stop. Even though it was becoming uncomfortable, she couldn't think to do anything else. She could hardly think at all, so consumed with how desperately sensitive and achingly hard Harry's cock was and with how his lust boiled and rose inside of him. Hermione had lost all sense by the time she finally let Harry have his release. She didn't even have the wherewithal to be jealous that Ginny was the one who was going to be doused in Harry's semen.

When Harry's orgasm hit, Hermione screamed and threw her head back. Finally, finally, finally. Through some fortunate happenstance her eyes stayed open for long enough to realize that something had changed.

She could see everything.