Harry looked down and smiled, though it was a smile that included a unique type of kindness, that was only possible to bestow from high places, like a boss looking down on a servant. "Oh," he said, his smile widening. "So, you don't want me to leave?"
"I - I don't," she managed to stammer, though, admitting that managed to intensify her blush even after everything she had done earlier.
"And what are you going to do to keep me here," Harry said, enjoying the trembling sight of her body even as her naked body trembled in anticipation. Despite her clear desire, however, she failed to actually say what she wanted. Harry decided that she had earned a small reward, and suggested. "How about a beautiful massage from your beautiful tits," Harry said even as he conjured an actual massage table.
A massage, even from her breasts, was quite mild considering other things he might have asked, but it had a precious unique reward. If the gossip among the male half of the Hogwarts population was any indicator, he hadn't been the only one that had spent a sleepless night imagining who had the most amazing breasts between the bosom trio - Susan, Lavender, and the star of the current show, Hannah.
Receiving an extended service from the last member of the trio had a special meaning for him.
He had moved toward the massage table, his massive member still erect, swinging as he walked. Hannah's gaze stayed locked, like she was having trouble believing she had just managed to swallow his whole length.
To her credit, Harry wasn't entirely sure there wasn't a touch of accidental magic in her great accomplishment. And if not, she had a body created for sex. Though, as he watched her slowly moving, her delightfully busty body rippling softly, he could easily believe the latter was the case as well.
It was very easy to believe she was created for sex.
Though, as he lay on the massage table he conjured - on his back, naturally - watching her walk toward him hesitantly was a beautiful sight, each shy, hesitant step resulting in a spectacular tremble in her huge yet perky bosom.
"Delicious," Harry murmured, while Hannah shivered.
"H-how should I deliver the massage," she whispered.
"Simple," Harry answered. "Just climb on the table, and rub your delicious body against mine."
"J-just that?" she asked.
"Yes, though, with one important detail," he added, and with a flick, created a nice bottle of massage oil. "Cover your body with it, we don't want to chafe, do we?"
"N-no, we don't," Hannah stammered, but her stammer didn't prevent her hands from following his order immediately. He could have used the spell to cover her body directly, of course, but considering that would cost his chance of watching Hannah as she slowly covered her body with oil, it would have been a ridiculous choice.
And, to her credit, Hannah hadn't needed to be reminded not to turn her back as she squirted some oil on her chest, slowly dragging her beautiful fingers over her bosom. As her hands move hesitantly to cover her beautiful skin with glistening oil, Harry was busy experiencing a new meaning of hardness as he enjoyed the show.
He watched as her pink nipples hardened in real-time, her fingers busy disappearing into her beautiful skin. When she finished oiling and continued her walk, her breasts were jiggling even harder - though that might be an illusion due to light shining on her breasts.
When she finally stood next to him, her fingers pressing against the bed, Harry couldn't help but smirk. "No need to feel shy," Harry murmured. Not right now, at least."
Hannah finally put her hand on the table, pulling herself up. It wasn't a particularly difficult challenge as Harry deliberately conjured the table low enough for this exact case. Still, he spoke. "Let me help."
"No need," she murmured.
"I insist," Harry said, though, rather than grabbing her arm, groped her breast directly, fondling softly. It earned a glare from her, which, by her standards, was almost a warning shout, but no words left her mouth. She just continued to climb.
It wasn't the first time he had the pleasure of touching her amazing breasts, but, covered in oil, the sensation was uniquely beautiful. He only stopped grabbing when she leaned over his body.
Then, her breasts pressed against his stomach, which was a beautiful moment even before she started moving up and down, the heat of her body not helping his arousal any. Luckily, after the spectacular blowjob she had managed to give, she hadn't hesitated before rubbing her body up and down.
The pressure from her body was delicious, especially since, with every repeat, she was going lower, until her breasts landed on both sides of his shaft. "Good," Harry said as he put his hands behind her head. "Now, press your hands from the sides and create a nice valley for it to slide in."
"As you wish," Hannah said obediently as her body moved with a hesitant rhythm, though the occasional stagger only made the moment more delicious. He looked down, trying to catch her gaze, but she avoided it, choosing to keep her eyes closed.
Even when she started moving faster.
"Something's wrong," Harry suddenly said, and Hannah jerked up, shocked such a degree that Harry could imagine the same expression on Hermione if she learned she received anything less than an O in any of her classes.
"You need to face the other side, to make sure you don't feel uncomfortable with eye contact, of course," Harry said mockingly. He didn't try to sound believable in his excuse, as, at this point, Hannah just needed a subtle touch to push forward.
His ridiculous excuse gave her exactly that, as she switched position with a speed that surprised him, her beautiful ass hovering above his face.
Still, that didn't prevent her from gasping as his tongue pressed against her core, her wetness delicious on his tongue. A moan followed as his hands landed on her wide ass enhancing the moment even further.
As he dived into his treasure, her beautiful thighs on both sides of his head, Harry was rather happy. His tongue let out
"Oh Harry, this is… Oh no…" Hannah murmured as the pleasure hit, but that didn't prevent her tits from moving back and forth, accepting the indirect invasion of her most private area, an area that no man had visited before.
As a pair of magical marshmallows wrapped around his shaft, his tongue repeatedly beating her joy, Harry felt very close to how heaven would feel. And, when, without any prompting, she started kissing the crown of his shaft while her tits continued with their task.
Harry decided that it deserved a reward, and brought his finger to her entrance, circling her knob even as his tongue continued to attack.
Her ass rose higher as the pleasure invaded her body. He used his free hand to slap her ass, which made her moan louder and louder.
Maybe too loud, even, as a sudden voice reached from outside. "It has been so long? What are you doing there?" Susan's voice arrived from the other side of the door.
The way Hannah jolted up was beautiful, especially since, with her position, she ended up sitting directly on his face, allowing his tongue to slip even deeper. "T-taking a bath," Hannah answered hurriedly, her tone shouting she had secrets to hide.
"Yeah," Susan said with a chuckle. "And what about the cries."
"T-that…" Hannah murmured, but her answer faded as his tongue continued to work into her opening, earning beautiful moans from her.
"Maybe I should come and see," Susan said, but before she could unlock it, Harry cast another locking charm on the door. As much as it would be amusing to challenge Hannah with Susan's presence, Harry wanted to enjoy Hannah properly. "Damn, you must be studying hard, I can't break your locking spell."
"Continue with your work," Harry whispered to Hannah as he put his hand on the small of her back, pushing forward.
"Y-yes," Hannah, managed to mutter, answering both of them. Her tits landed around his shaft, though, unfortunately, her lips didn't return, as they were needed to answer to Susan, who was cycling through various unlocking spells, only to fail repeatedly.
Meanwhile, Harry buried his face into her booty properly, his tongue invading her pussy lips. Hannah trembled even more intensely as she pushed her hips harder onto his face.
When he pulled back to breathe, he checked her reflection, only to see with her back arching with pleasure, while she tried to answer a teasing question from Susan, who was convinced that her best friend was masturbating, and fully determined to tease her throughout, probably curious how her shy friend was actually continuing with her self-pleasuring activities while talking to her.
Harry was more interested in listening to her barely suppressed moans as his tongue assaulted her inner beauty, discovering the exact buttons he needed to push to trigger her climax. She squirmed and moaned while he picked up speed…
Until the climax hit, and she started trembling helplessly as she collapsed on him.
He was tempted to lie under her weight as she trembled softly, her arms and legs lacking the strength to keep her up. However, instead, he managed to slide under her with the slightest assistance of magic - her lubricated body making it even easier.
In the end, he ended up standing behind her as she struggled to stand up once again, while murmuring nonsensical answers to the occasional question of her friends while she tried to unlock the door. She was on all fours on the massage table, her naked body glistening.
Harry stood right behind her, equally lubricated thanks to her collapse, positioned behind her, his shaft aligned to her treasure. He could slip inside her easily, but that would feel incomplete, Harry decided.
There was one more thing he needed to do. A wave of his hand, and the locking charm that was holding the door disappeared. It opened immediately, revealing Susan at the other end of the door, wearing a homely set of pajamas, as far away from alluring for a sexy woman like her without being deliberate.
Her teasing expression was quick to melt when her gaze fell on their glistening bodies, her smile turning into a shocked gasp. "S-Susan," Hannah murmured, equally shocked, but laying on a massage table, glistening in massage oil, still trying to process a climax, she didn't exactly look like an innocent victim.
"Hey, Susan," Harry said with a smirk and a wave, while he pressed his shaft against Hannah's entrance…