Griffins Pride - 7 (Patreon)

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Harry woke up the next day starving and thirsty. He trudged down the seemingly endless stairs with the sole intent to get to the Great Hall. The people that greeted him got a small wave. At best they got some muttered noise that may have been words. He collapsed onto an open spot at the Gryffindor table. After two cups of hot cocoa and a stack of waffles he finally felt awake enough to face the day. The previously muffled sounds formed into a dozen conversations. Hermione was giving him a long-suffering look, Ron wasn't even trying to hide his smile, and Neville had subtly moved a large pitcher of water within his reach. Lavender and Parvati had slipped into the space beside Hermione.

"Hard night?" Ron chuckled.

Lavender perked up at the possible gossip, "Oh? Who was the lucky lady, Harry?"

She didn't sound jealous in the least.

"I don't kiss and tell," Harry shook his head. "Any hopeful witches will had to wait. I need a day or two to recover."

Parvati's eyes sparkled, "You have to tell us." She prodded. "The woman that defeated Harry Potter deserves to be known."

"Ha," He replied. "She didn't defeat me. I had already hooked up with two other ladies earlier in the day. I was working at a disadvantage."

"I'm hearing excuses," Lavender shook her head. Her brow furrowed. "Wait a minute, we hooked up yesterday. Was that before or after the other witch?"

"One more before you," He answered without thinking.

She tapped her chin with her finger, "I was in the middle of the sex sandwich. You did make sure I had plenty of cream filling."

Hermione poked him in the ribs.

"What?" Harry tried his best charming smile. "She asked."

Hermione stared back at him without acknowledging his expression, "Stop it, that doesn't work on me. And just because someone asks you a question it doesn't mean you have to answer it."

"It would be rude," He tried to defend.

"Talking about your sex life in public is rude," She countered.

He shrugged, "I'm not going into details. I didn't even say the word."

"Everyone knows what you mean," Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose. "I'll see you at lunch."

They watched her leave only to come back into the Great Hall a moment later. Her shoulders were slumped slightly and there was a smudge of ink on the side of her jaw. She grabbed a steaming cup of coffee that appeared on the table a moment before she entered. They had figured out how to recognize which of her 'time turner' versions due to the state of her. Ink smudges helped them keep track of time in a pinch. She didn't talk to anyone, simply finishing her cup in one go, and walking back out of the Great Hall.

"She had Divination yesterday," Harry said. "What was it today?"

Ron shrugged, "No clue."

"Harry," Lavender dropped her voice low. "Are you doing ok? Truly?"

Harry nodded, "I'll survive."

"You better," She purred.

Parvati bumped her shoulder with hers, "We agreed I get a turn before you get a second."

"Do I have a say in this?" He chuckled.

Parvati gave an innocent smile, "Of course. You can choose the position."

"I have class," Neville said, his face was brighter than Ron's hair.

He scanned the witches in the crowd. For the first time in a while, he wasn't looking for potential partners. He was noting the interest with the intent to avoid the witches that looked too eager to make eye-contact. His usual obliviousness toward women did not help the process. He had more experience now, but that only helped so much.

Harry decided that he didn't have enough mental processing power to handle the task of reading facial expressions. He finished his meal then got up. Lavender and Parvati got up with him. They walked down the hall flanking him in an effort to keep other ladies from approaching him.

"Thank you both," Harry said with a tired smile. "You're going to Practical Applications, right?"

"Yes," Lavender answered.

"I had planned to steal you away to our studio before we saw how tired you are," Parvati teased.

Harry chuckled, "Could I use the bed to get some sleep?"

"No. It sleeps two," Parvati shook her head.

His brow scrunched in confusion.

"There has to be two people to use it," She winked at him.

Harry shook chuckled as he his head. They reached Practical Applications on time. He had never been so happy to discuss spell theory. The lack of spell-work would have usually driven him crazy. He wasn't sure how his magic would react since he was still tired. Every muscle in his body was sore. He had to admit the truth that Penny had won that encounter. Her pent-up sexual frustration had  proven more intense than he had expected. He made a note to  jinx Percy the next time he saw him.

His one bit of respite was that he had another day before the next study period. All he had to do was stay under the radar until lights-out tonight. He should be back to normal after another night of sleep. Having sex today was out of the question. Not only did he feel like his balls were still drain, but he didn't want to disappoint his partner. Hogwarts wasn't big enough to outlive a reputation of being bad in bed. Lavender would put in a good word. He had no idea if Penny would tell anyone. Most likely Pansy would outright deny they had sex. Neither Narcissa nor Septima would say anything, at least not in public. He did hope a little that they would talk about it in private. Harry wouldn't mind if the majority of the female staff decided to give him a chance. It would still be in private, but he would be a happy man behind closed doors.

If nothing else, Hogwarts was a field of dry kindling waiting for a spark of a rumor.  One dissatisfied witch could do a lot of damage to his future prospects.

"Mister Potter," A firm, yet kind voice called.

Harry's head snapped up toward the front of the classroom. Andi, Professor Tonks in front of the other students, was looking back at him with a disappointed expression on her face. He hadn't realized he had started to doze off. Was Penny a real succubus? He was having trouble staying awake even after a full night of rest and a filling breakfast.

He looked around to see if anyone had noticed his reaction. No one had due to the fact that there wasn't anyone else in the room.

"I'm sorry," Harry gave a tired smile. "I'm worn out."

Andi shook her head, "You're not the first wizard to run themselves ragged after their second awakening."

He nodded without comment.

"How many?" She asked.

"Witches or times?" He asked in reply.

Andi let out a melodic laugh, "I was asking how many times did you have sex? Most wizards don't have more than one partner so young."

"Three witches," He replied just to brag. "Six times."

"Six?" She gasped.

He nodded, "Four with the same witch."

"Wow," Andi chuckled. "Good for her. How are you holding it?"

He wobbled a little in his seat, "I feel like I didn't pull up in time doing a Wronski Feint."

"Quidditch analogies," She clicked her tongue. "Do you know why this happened?"

Harry shrugged, "I had sex six times in a day?"

"That," She nodded. "And that fact that you had multiple partners."

His brow furrowed, "How is that a bad thing?"

"Usually, it isn't," She pulled a seat nearby to sit with him. "Your Second Awakening is just starting. You are powerful, but you still have your limits. Sex with the same witch will help settle your magic as well as hers. It is a balancing act. You're spreading yourself out too far with more than one partner. That will change in the future, but you have some time before you get to that point."

She paused to make sure he wasn't going to fall asleep again.

"How will I know when I will be ready?" He asked.

"Experience," She replied. "Right now, stick with one witch per day, no more than five witches per week with two recovery days."

Harry nodded. Wise words. Andi strolled over to her desk and grabbed something. She set a potion bottle on his desk.

"This will help," She said with a gentle smile.

Harry popped the lid and downed it. He had learned very early in life not to try to taste potions. They didn't even have the decency to smell good. He let out an involuntary shudder at the texture as well as the taste.

"Please don't make me drink another one of those," Harry didn't whine, anyone who says otherwise is lying.

Andi shook her head and held out her hand. He took it to stabilize himself as he stood. His body felt lighter, but the muscles were still sore. A strange movement on the edge of his vision caught his attention. Andi had her wand pointed at a massage table that had been a desk moments before.

"Lay down on your stomach," She ordered.

Harry didn't care to argue. He might not have the energy for another romp with a witch, but a massage sounded wonderful. Not that Andi would be interested in having sex with him. She had been widowed in the last war but that didn't mean she wanted to jump him. Being married hadn't stopped Narcissa and the two were sisters. He shook his head, that didn't mean anything.

He got on the table on his stomach. His body went limp on its own accord. He was a barely conscious slab of dead weight.

"Kick off your shoes," Andi's voice sounded far, far away.

He hooked the edge of his shoe with the toe of the other and kicked it off. The second was easier once his foot was free. Would it be possible to transfigure his feet into hands? He would have to ask Tonks if she had ever tried it.

Harry let out a positively orgasmic moan as Andi started to rub his feet.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Andi teased.

His voice came out ragged, "Yes."

"I'm sure my sister was a consummate professional when she gave you a massage last time," She said with an eyeroll. "Your Second Awakening isn't just about sex. The next few years will explore the extent of your magical power. Once you reach that threshold your magic will begin to expand to fill it." She paused. "Are you still awake."

Somehow, he was, "Yes."

"Good, then the potion is working," She moved her attention to his calves.

His confusion at her statement was erased by her hands.

"The body is filled with magical pathways," She continued. "You stretched yourself too thin yesterday. Your magic is having difficulty circulating which causes your current condition. Dehydration and muscle fatigue don't help matters. This massage helps your pathways relax to allow your magic to flow."

He didn't care if the massage turned him into a squib. It felt wonderful.

"People talk about a Magical Core, but that's not how it works," Andi moved to his thighs.

Harry was too tired to care how close her hands were to his crotch. He was somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. Her voice was steady and melodic making it easy to focus on. Even in this floaty state he could understand what she was saying.

"Magic closer to an aura," She continued. "It radiates from inside you. You will need to learn how to control your aura. You're already flooding the area around you. It will be even worse as your power grows. Some people like to flare their aura as a sign of power. It's a cheap trick that anyone can use. Right now, you are constantly flaring your aura. The reaction will depend on whoever is around you. Some people will take it as a challenge, others will be uncomfortable around you like someone is pressing in on them, and some, mostly witches, will want to fuck your brains out."

His near-comatose state shattered at that last bit. He didn't think he had ever heard Andi curse. Her version of strong language was raising her voice. Merlin, Morgana, Mordred, and Maeve featured in her lexicon than standard foul language. Her hands were on his lower back moving on like nothing strange had happened.

"Starting at the extremities," She said acting like she hadn't just dropped a lit match in the conversation. "It opens the pathways allowing your magic to flow once I reach your heart. Otherwise, it would get blocked every time it hit a blockage. That does not feel good, trust me."

Harry nodded, now focusing on each word for any further verbal slips. The fact that she hadn't changed her tone and her hands didn't stray into teasing messed with his head.

"Did Cissy mention the other methods to settle your magic beyond sex?" She asked.

Harry shook his head. He didn't trust his voice.

"There are other methods," Andi said. "They aren't as effective as sex, but most wizards don't have to worry about that. The average wizard is fine with meditation or exercise. They would only need sex roughly every month for balance purposes. It is one of the reasons the magical population is so limited. Too much sex would put them on bedrest."

He furrowed his brow, "What about the Weasleys?"

"You would have to ask them," Andi tickled his ribs.

He wiggled on the table but couldn’t slap her hands away.

"Every Healer takes an oath to keep their mouth shut," She teased finally stopping the assault. "Either way, I haven't had them as patients."

Harry let himself bask in Andi's hands.

"What does that mean about Muggleborn and Half-Bloods?" He asked.

Andi shifted to her right hand then up his arm, "That gets complicated."

"Oh?" He asked.

She let out a short chuckle, "Studies into squibs in relation to Muggleborn and half-blood. There is a theory that there aren't any true Muggleborn, just Squib lines that resurfaced. Meaning that mundane and magical people are two separate species."

"That doesn't sound complicated," He chuckled. "It sounds insulting."

Andi sighed, "It is."

Harry let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan massage released a cluster of tension he didn't know was there.

"Roll over," She said.

He follower her orders. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized that he was now only dressed in his boxers. That was an interesting observation for another time. Andi began to work on his shoulders and then down his arms.

"It's a balancing act," Andi continued. "Think of it like coins in a vault. During sex the magic between witch and wizard attempt even out. Each person has their own maximum amount of magical coins they can hold. It varies from person to person. You're a powerful wizard so most of the witches you have sex with will most likely be on the receiving side. This isn't bad as the overflow cycles the magic of both participants. Say you have a thousand coins with the potential to hold ten-thousand, but your partner has a limit of one hundred and a balance, for lack of a better word, of fifty. You would provide one-hundred coins to fill her vault with the extra and cycle the extra fifty. Over time, with the same partner, you can completely cycle your magic through them. Your magic will be stabilized once it comes back to you. This helps with your internal balance."

Harry nodded. She had a soothing voice. Her hands began to work toward his chest. Each masterful touch released a bit of tension.

"It works best with the same partner," She explained. "Multiple partners in the same day are manageable for someone as powerful as you, but you're experiencing one of the downsides." Her hands reached the center of his chest. "Take a deep breath, relax, and let it out."

He did as she ordered. Her hands moved at blinding speed the moment the last bit of air left his lungs. She pressed her fingertip into his chest and pulled them away toward his arms then repeated the process aiming for his legs.

Harry took an involuntary breath in as fire raced along every nerve in his body. He wanted to scream, but his body was too busy trying to get more air. The sensation faded before he could speak leaving behind the lingering heat. It eased into the familiar warmth of a good workout.

"Usually, repeatedly fucking the same witch would be ideal," Andi casually dropped another F-Bomb.

He had no idea why that sent a jolt of arousal along his spine.

"There are two reasons you're experience so much backlash," She continued her massage as she spoke.

Her hands worked along his neck with meticulous care.

"You pushed yourself too hard, cycling your magic so much after just awakening isn't a good idea," She explained. "Basically, you have a magical cramp."

Harry let out a little chuckle. It turned into a formless sound as her fingers began to work along his scalp.

"The second being that you need to work through it with a partner that's closer to your balance," Andi explained.

Harry shivered as a cool breeze caressed his skin. It was like taking a dip in a pond on a hot day. He especially enjoyed how the gentle air felt against his sack. His eyes snapped open once the observation settled into his thought process.

He was completely nude. More importantly, Andi was as well. There hadn't been any sort of massage oil like his time with Narcissa. Andi had simply stripped him of his clothes one piece at a time as she went.

"What are you doing?" He managed to find his voice.

Her smile was somehow gentle mingled with a healthy dose of hunger. His mouth went dry as he took in her naked form. The term MILF came to mind without being matronly. Magic slowed the aging process which made her look around thirty when in reality she was almost double that. She would probably keep that appearance for another ten years or so. She was gorgeous with surprisingly smooth skin. Her breasts were firm with a bit of sag. Her hips were wide in a way that made a primal voice in the back of his head roar BREED.

"Don't I need rest?" He asked. His spirit was willing, but the body was running low.

"The best way to get through a cramp is to work through it," Her hand trailed lower cupping his balls. "I have been positively soaked ever since you walked in the room. I pity those poor witches around you."

Harry was having a hard time focusing on anything beyond her body. One of her hands continued to massage his sack with the other started to stroke him. Somehow she made him incredibly aroused while keeping the entire experience tranquil.

"I'm much stronger than the witches you've fucked before," Andi leaned over, nuzzling his hardening member. "A nice, slow session of love-making is just what the healer ordered."

Andi made climbing atop the table look graceful even as she settled between his legs. Harry groaned as her hands wrapped around his aching cock. He let out a low hiss as she dragged her breasts against his chest, working his member was nestled between the globes. Andi smiled as she leaned closer. He shuddered when her breath touched his sensitive skin.

She kissed the tip of his crown. Her tongue swirled around the head before teasing the rim. She pulled back, sliding her tongue up one side of his shaft. Her lips paused at the head of his cock, opening wide before slowly working his length into her mouth.

Harry managed to get out a rough noise that was almost a word. She took the cue and forced herself to take his cock as deeply as she could. His hands gripped her hair on instinct. She catalogued each reaction from her ministrations from her hands and mouth. The hand stroking him increased its grip as it sped up. She focused her tongue and mouth on his head, keeping her bobs short to give her stroke plenty of room. Most effectively, her fingers teased his sack, brushing lightly against a spot just beyond.

Harry gripped the side of her head. He thrusted deep into her mouth. Andi met his gaze as the first pulse of cum shot out. She quickly swallowed after each jolt while maintaining eye contact. His body twitched as witch each swallow. Her throat teasing his oversensitive crown.

Once she was certain that she hadn't missed a drop, Andi lifted her head to look Harry in the eyes. His breath was ragged and deep. He would have had her bent over the table, smacking her ass while she screamed. Would being the operative word. The massage felt wonderful, but his body still needed time to completely recover.

She shifted closer to him, running the tip of his cock along her pussy. His hands slid to the small of her back as she lifted her hips to put her at a better angle to reach deeper.

They moaned in unison as she sank fully inside. She gave him a brief moment before she began to rock back and forth. Her pussy gripped him tightly. Andi's pussy squeezed his cock wildly every few strokes. She increased the lengths of her strokes, pulling out slowly before pressing down at the same speed.

Andi went rigid. Her cunt desperately tried to milk his thrusting cock. A long, formless scream erupted from her as pussy clamped down on him. It turned into a rough moan as she spasmed around him again. He gripped her hips, pulling her as close as he could. Harry groaned as he pumped her full of cum. He slowed his thrusts once the last bit of seed was out.

True to her claim, he felt much better. It was the magical equivalent of a nice stretch after a long run. He was still tired, but not to the same extent.

"As I said," She shuddered a little as she spoke. "I am more powerful than the girls you have been with. The gap between us isn't as large so you're able to recover some of the magic you used before."

Harry nodded, "This was wonderful."

"Don't wait so long next time," Andi ran her fingers along his chest. "This isn't the only method I know to calm your magic."

He chuckled, "You're not giving me much reason to stop."

"I wasn't trying," Andi kissed gently kissed him. "I just want you to be careful."