235) Halloween Party 2

Penelope was sitting back on the table, her hands covering her face, as she listened (or tried not to listen) to Lavender's persistent pleas.

"Please, can you do it? I... I just want to watch..." she begged with puppy dog eyes.

Penelope didn't know whether to regret her decision to accept Lavender as she was just moments ago. Unlike her, Penelope wasn't so open about these things, and the idea of doing it while someone watched was too much for her liking.

"I want to learn..." Lavender insisted once again.

"Let's just give her a little show and that's it," I said to Penelope while gently stroking her arm. "Either way, we need to go back to the party."

Lavender nodded enthusiastically, almost vibrating with excitement. Penelope, on the other hand, made it clear with her body language that she was not in agreement, her tension was evident.

I moved closer to Penelope, pressing my body against hers. I wrapped my arms around her waist and began to softly kiss her neck and shoulders, trying to calm her down. Little by little, I noticed her relaxing under my touch, though she was still somewhat reluctant. Then, just when I thought I had gained some ground, I decided to surprise her.

My hands moved down her body, landing on her buttocks, squeezing them. Her squeal of surprise fed my soul and excited me even more, so I didn't hesitate to release my penis from my pants. I could see her resistance and opposition, but the pleasure my hands were giving her made her hesitate. She herself felt a lot of shame, but also excitement at this point.

Without waiting for her to decide, I pushed my hips, forcing my way into her warm core. She moaned loudly, hugging me with her arms and legs, accepting that she would have to endure me playing with her while someone watched. This didn't mean she wasn't enjoying the movement of my hips, how our flesh collided and rubbed against each other and the fluids that merged. To make it easier to bear this, she kissed me, hoping that if she went deeper she could ignore the eyes that were watching her.

Lavander was bright red, but from excitement. She didn't think things could get any better today. I had temporarily released her ban, so her fingers could rub her pleasure button ferociously without any problem. Watching me continually thrust into another girl and hearing that lewd sound, along with the gasps from both of us... she was about to cum at any moment.

And so it was, just as Penelope was beginning to let herself go, not containing her moans, a much louder moan was heard. Turning our heads, we saw Lavender collapse to the ground, soaking her clothes with the most radiant smile painted on her face.

Although our attention was on her, I didn't stop and Penelope soon ignored the girl, pressing herself hard against me. Pleasure built up, and sweat ran down as our bodies collided. My hands caressed her body, stopping every now and then to squeeze her tits. Our tongues kept intertwining, as if tying us to each other. Her vagina contorted in the face of a growing pleasure that was becoming more and more evident. Her eyes momentarily strayed to the girl on the floor, who had begun to touch herself once more with her eyes fixed on us, on our joined genitals and on this whole sinful act.

Penelope was about to cum, but she didn't want to show that embarrassing part, unfortunately for her, I did. I lifted her legs over my shoulders, leaving a much clearer image of me entering her and my pelvis hitting hard against her buttocks.

Lavander, if she weren't so weak from a recent second orgasm and her intense search for a third, would have wanted to get up from the floor and get closer to see more closely, smelling more directly that very erotic scent that had reached her. She couldn't help but imagine herself in Penelope's place, or even worse/better, under her, having to serve us both in the act, with her face stained with the fluids...

"AHHHHHhhhh...!!!" (x2) Two loud moans were heard as both girls seemed to have synchronized.

I couldn't hold back any longer either as I felt Penelope's insides tighten and I let my load release deep inside her.

We were all sweaty and agitated, though that didn't mean we couldn't keep going if we wanted to, but there was more to do. I pulled away from my cute Ravenclaw, causing her pussy to contort once more and begin to leak the white liquid that painted her insides, falling onto the table and then onto the floor.

"M-me... can I e-eat that...?" Lavander asked stuttering, looking at my cum on the floor and then fixing her gaze on the source of it, Penelope's pussy.

Lavander was trying to get up from the puddle she made herself, wanting to get closer with her nymphomaniac gaze. At this, Penelope freaked out and quickly closed her legs.

"No!" She quickly shook her head at the idea. She grabbed part of her costume and started cleaning up the cum that was pouring out of her pussy non-stop, afraid that Lavander would keep insisting and that I would agree.

At Penelope's refusal, Lavender looked away, until she was stopped by my penis, covered in fluids. She looked at me as if I were a child begging for a lollipop. With a smile, I brought the semi-hard penis closer to her face, causing her to almost collapse on the floor again when she smelled the intense aroma from so close.

Finally, I realized it was too much for her. Without another word, I put my weapon back in my pants, much to Lavender's dismay, who kept trying to get up while complaining that I had taken away her "happiness."

After a while, we got ourselves together enough not to draw attention and left the room. Penelope walked, embarrassed, continuously hitting me on the arm until we reached a public area. I kept a satisfied smile on my face, while Lavender oscillated between excitement and disappointment for not having tasted "her lollipop."

...

While my real self was with Penelope and Lavender, my clone had taken over to observe how the other girls were doing.

The Slytherin group was gathered, as always, forming a small, exclusive circle. Daphne was dressed as Athena, and it looked incredibly good on her, although she soon abandoned the shield and spear in some corner because they were uncomfortable to carry. Tracey wore a dementor costume, but the veil covering her face made her uncomfortable, so she was practically walking with her head uncovered. Millicent, on the other hand, wore a well-crafted and surprisingly realistic dark wizard costume. Perhaps her family had given her firsthand inspiration. Finally, there was Pansy, dressed as Morgana. Her flashy outfit radiated a dominant air, and every time she saw me, she puffed out her chest and shamelessly flaunted herself, probably hoping to catch my attention and receive my compliments.

I didn't disappoint any of them. I gave opinions and compliments on their costumes, even to those I had personally helped. I praised them enough to make them smile and stayed a while chatting and gossiping about the other partygoers.

Meanwhile, I ran into Astoria, who remained shy not far away, hiding behind her juice cup while watching how everything was unfolding. She wore a fairy costume, and unlike Lockhart, it looked spectacular on her. Astoria exuded an aura of purity and natural charm, enhanced by the delicate wings of her costume, which she tried to show me "discreetly"… at least what she thought was discreet.

"Your costume is cute too," she said, a clear blush on her cheeks.

"But I'm not wearing a costume," I replied, somewhat surprised. And it was true. Unlike my rocker clone, I hadn't chosen a costume. I was too busy organizing the party to decide on one. What mattered to me was seeing the girls in their outfits.

"The handsome hero costume," Astoria replied before quickly slipping away into the crowd, clearly embarrassed.

"Interesting..." I murmured, flashing a smile as I watched her disappear.

There were few people left to see, but among them were two of the most important: Luna and Ginny. They both arrived when the music had already started, and seeing them in their costumes, my emotions became complicated, to say the least.

When I approached them, both looked at me. Luna greeted me with her usual smile, calm and carefree, while Ginny... Ginny had an expression that was hard to decipher. There was some anguish in her eyes, as if she was caught in an internal conflict. I had noticed she had been like this for several days, but today it seemed more intense.

Luna, after I presented her with a curious animal that fascinated her, decided to dress up as it. So yes, she appeared dressed as an axolotl, and I must admit, the costume was surprisingly good. I couldn't help but laugh when the tentacles on her head moved independently. It was so odd and fun that I found myself petting them, which made Luna shiver slightly and, like a little cat, rub her head against my hands. She was so cute that, if I didn't already consider her a sister, I'd probably want to adopt her as a pet to brighten my days.

Then there was Ginny, whose current outfit I hadn't expected. Originally, we had worked together on a devil costume: horns, tail, trident, the whole package. I didn't think much of it and assumed it would be an adorable costume. But she, without telling me anything, decided to make modifications on her own.

What she was wearing could barely be called "clothing." The horns and tail were still there, but the top was nothing more than a band barely covering her underdeveloped chest, and the bottom... well, let's just say they could be called panties due to how small they were. A vein throbbed on my forehead, wishing to shout at her, but I restrained myself. I didn't want to cause a conflict right then. Still, seeing her dressed so revealingly, like her older brother, made me uncomfortable and upset.

If we were alone in the lair or with our group of girls, we would have even laughed it off, like the cold she must be feeling. But now, with so many people around... maybe it was my fault for inviting others, but I still couldn't help but feel angry and uncomfortable that I couldn't appreciate it.

"Did you modify your costume?" I commented, trying to keep my tone neutral.

"Yes. Do you like it?" she replied with a turn that showed every detail. Her tone was as conflicted as my own emotions.

"Aren't you cold?" (Red)

"I can manage..." (Ginny)

"People are staring at you," I added, trying to get her to reconsider covering up a little more.

"It's because I'm beautiful. No matter what I wear, they would still look at me." (Ginny)

"Touche." (Red)

Then, with a tired tone but laced with determination, she looked me in the eyes. "Can this sinner grant this deviless a dance?"

"Of course," I replied, taking her to the dance floor.

To my surprise, the dance wasn't like the others in the place. Ginny simply clung to me, wrapping her arms around me, and began to move slowly, completely out of sync with the energetic music playing. It couldn't even be called a dance since we barely moved from our spot.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, feeling the weight of something being off. Although I had promised a while ago not to get involved in her problems, I couldn't help but worry. Well, I had been keeping an eye on her for a while, but she didn't seem to be caught up in anything dangerous.

"Do you love me?" she asked in a fearful whisper.

"Of course." (Red)

"What if I did something wrong? Would you still love me?" Her voice trembled, and she seemed on the verge of tears.

"Well, who do we have to kill?" I tried to joke to relieve the tension, though inside I knew that, if necessary, I would.

"Seriously... I need the truth. Would you still love me?" (Ginny)

I looked at her intently, making sure she understood the sincerity in my words. "Yes, Ginny. I would love you no matter what." I paused before adding, with an attempt at humor: "Well, if you went crazy and tried to kill everyone, maybe I'd lock you up somewhere... but I'd still love you."

"Hmm..." She nodded slowly, hugging me tightly as we continued to sway slowly. Eventually, she pulled away but not without leaving me one last warning.

"Remember to keep your promise... or I'll start dressing even less than this." With a mischievous smile, she quickly walked away toward Luna, disappearing into the crowd.

"Ginny!" I shouted, frustrated, watching her disappear.

I sighed, scratching my head as I thought about how to deal with her behavior. Maybe sending her to a convent of nuns wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw Percy nearly run out of the lair. His expression was hard to ignore; he seemed on the verge of tears.

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