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Holly Polter



Chapter: Devotion



Harry followed Holly in a daze as she led them back to the Leaky Cauldron.

His heart had been pounding so loud, he couldn't be sure the girl hadn't been talking to him the entire way up to her rented room. When she closed the door and turned to face him, he watched the dance of her moving lips but only heard a muffled 'hup puh puh ruh dff'.

Then she stopped doing anything but staring at him.

"What?"

"I said, 'Are you sure you're ready to do this,' but I'm thinking your decision-making capabilities have been shut down."

He nodded in a bashful way, but remembered not to say he was sorry. Instead he proudly enunciated, "Meh yuhuh."

"I need you to cast some spells before we start, so just calm down, will you? We won't be doing anything but talking for a few minutes...." her left eyebrow rose in concern, "or possibly hours."

"Oh." Though he felt a slight disappointment, he found that the roaring in his ears was fading.

"Have a seat, take off your shoes. Do you know the Imperturbable charm?"

"No."

She sat at the desk chair and unzipped her riding boots to pull them off. "It seals a room from eavesdropping. Better than the muffling charm and a very polite thing to do for the sake of our neighbors. I'll teach you."

It wasn't much different than the Impervius charm that kept his goggles water-repelling in stormy Quidditch matches. Harry felt he had perfected it after sealing the door, both windows and the chimney- it wasn't like they'd need a fire with as hot as it had been.

That wasn't the only spell Holly taught him, either. There were cleansing spells, anti-pregnancy spells, a spell to check for pregnancy ('a very good thing to know before having sex with the girl, Harry'), a spell for inducing a quick moment of lust and several different ways to use spells that he already knew but hadn't considered how useful they might be in a bedroom encounter.

It was thirsty work, particularly in their sealed room. Holly opened a bottle of wine for them to share. It had been delivered in addition to a carafe of chilled pumpkin juice brought up with the stew being served to Cauldron guests for supper. Harry hadn't really noticed the time spent until the sun set, prompting Holly to light a few candles.

She also lit an odd coil of incense. The spicy-sweet smoke rose in a lazy curl from the ashen tip, adding a new flavour to Harry's breathing. He sat down rather heavily onto a pillow, letting the fumes mix with the wine stirring his senses, both serving to relax his tight shoulders.

Holly plopped a second pillow directly in front of him and sat down Indian style on it, much as when he'd first seen her in his room. The memory made him smile.

"I think you're ready for kissing," said Holly.

Harry's calm haze cleared slightly when his pulse quickened. He saw her lean towards him, and he leaned forward as well, puckering his lips a bit and letting his eyes droop closed, as he'd seen on telly shows.

He kept leaning forward until he was off-balance, snapping his arms forward to brace himself from tipping face-first into the floor. When he sat back and opened his eyes, Holly was smirking at him.

"You missed the landing zone there, space cadet."

"What?"

"A lot of intimacy is about making a gentle landing. Much like the moon missions, it takes practice and skill to execute it with grace, and I assure you that none of the astronauts take their eyes off the target until they have to. Alternately, you can use your hands to guide you in, like so." She cupped his face in both hands and leaned forward but made sure not to pull Harry towards her by the jaw. If anything she was holding him back from trying to close the distance as well which was--

And they were kissing. Her lips were soft, dry and warm, and they slid across his own with an even pressure, closing and opening just a little. He tried to mimic the motion and noticed immediately that it was harder than it looked... or felt. He was startled by the hot wet tongue that he felt dart into his mouth, right before Holly tilted her head back to break the kiss. She leaned away far enough that Harry could focus his eyes on her whole face again.

"Still, it takes practice to come in only so fast and make a gentle contact. You don't want to just plow into the surface- you'll end up breaking something. Notice how I cocked my head so we didn't bump noses?"

"No... but yeah."

Harry's heart was beating hard again. He wanted to pay attention but his whole body tingled still from that kiss. He became aware of Holly's fingers still touching his cheeks and his skin grew hot there, in fact he was becoming keenly aware of every place his body touched hers, even where her bare knee had slid from beneath her skirt to nudge against his shin.

The green of her eyes seemed to swirl and she let out the barest gasp, a sound so fragile he felt the skin beneath his hair prickle in trying to remember it.

"I'd forgotten what that felt like," she said.

"What what felt like?"

"The First Time- confusion, surprise, delight, anxiety... you feel like your body is actually a team of racehorses dashing about, out of sync, and if you let go they're gonna split you apart."

Harry gulped and nodded.

She stared into his eyes- when did she take off her glasses? - and said, "Harry, you're doing fine. I'm not going to hurt you, and you should know that I can take a lot of punishment- more than you can dish out. Take a breath." When he did, she said, "Remember this rule to fall back on, if nothing else: don't do anything to the other person that you wouldn't enjoy having them do to you. Check to make sure that they're liking what you're doing and adjust accordingly."

He thought about it, and nodded when he realised how much sense it made.

"Shall we continue? More topics to cover, you know."

"O-okay. Do you-- should I take my clothes off?"

Holly smiled and said, "No. I'll take care of that, this time." As if she'd been waiting for the cue, she leaned back and tapped Harry's leg. He unfolded it. Her hands reached up the leg of his trousers and found the band of his sock. She slid it down and rolled it off his foot- it tickled a little just because her hands were a bit chill. They shifted position, she took off his other sock and then said, "Stand up, Harry."

He clambered to his feet, joined a moment later by Holly, her fingers already unbuttoning his shirt. She was concentrating on her task, and he was enthralled with watching her- the deft but unhurried movements, the rise and fall of her chest, the cleavage visible down between the lapels of her shirt. When she pushed the sleeves down his arms to remove his shirt, her chest pressed against his bare skin. Hard nubs beneath the fabric pressed into his sternum.

Holly looked up at him with lidded eyes. She said, "Yes, Harry. I am excited."

She grabbed his right hand with both of hers, arranged the wrist and fingers and then cupped his hand onto her left breast. Harry felt the soft, heavy plumpness of it and let his thumb drag around, finding its way underneath the lapel to flick against her hardened nipple. Holly's breath caught and she grabbed him by the neck, dragging him down into a much deeper kiss. Her tongue had returned to tease between his lips.

He continued massaging and flicking, his other hand at her shoulder. Holly continued kissing him, interrupted by a periodic hiss or gasp, but her hands were busy unbuckling his belt, opening his buttons and unzipping his trousers until they were held up only by the curve of his arse and where their bodies pressed together at several places.

Holly broke their kiss and stepped back, using a deft turn of the forearm to angle Harry's hand off of her breast. His trousers dropped to the floor and her hands were already at his hips, threading beneath the waistband of his jockey shorts. His erection had been pressing up, ready to slide out when it could escape the elastic.

Harry was caught by surprise when Holly turned him sideways, shifting to stand pressed against his side. One of her hands was holding his hip against her belly. The other...

She had his erection pulled out and held in delicate but firm fingers that pulled his foreskin back and up, back and up, once, twice...

Fireworks shot through his entire body in sync with the spurting cum shooting out onto the floor. His legs buckled, but Holly's position allowed her to pull him against her braced body, and they sank to kneeling on the floor together. Cum had continued to pulse out over her fingers; she'd never stopped the milking motion with her hand around his foreskin, extending his climax longer than any he could remember. Not that his memory was working that great at that moment.

He heard her cooing into his ear, "Sooo goood. It feels sooo goooooood, doesn't it?"

Harry could only nod as he rode the tapering shocks of his orgasm. When he felt he was done, he tipped forward to brace himself by the arms, head facing the floor; Holly had retracted her hand from his member as he'd done so. He looked to his side to where she was kneeling.

Holly took a quick lick from her cum-covered hand and winced. "A bit bitter. You should cut down on the crisps."

Harry couldn't process this- he broke out in a hysterical laugh.

Holly smiled wide and laughed as well. "Told you- sex and comedy are able bedfellows. Next lesson begins in ten minutes. Clean up and catch your breath." She then stood up and walked over to a self-filling washbasin by the window to wash off her hands.

By the time Harry had finished cackling and performed the necessary spells, Holly had disappeared behind a privacy screen. Stuck with a minute with nothing to do, Harry tried to figure out if he was supposed to have taken off his jockeys or left them in place. Erring on the side of boldness, he doffed them, then sat down in the desk chair to await Holly's next lesson.

Soon she emerged, but she had changed her outfit a bit. Instead of the white button-up shirt, she had replaced it with a black sleeveless undershirt which covered a brassiere- also black, if Harry was seeing the lace of the straps poking out as he thought.

"Didn't think you wore those."

"Usually I don't, but this is a skill worth knowing. Stand up, Mr. Naked Stud-fellow."

Harry leapt to his feet. His todger flopped a little, but just seeing Holly was awakening its interest.

Holly snickered, and then she affected a hip-swaying advance, shifting her body to an unheard beat and biting on her lower lip in a way that made him breathe deeper.

The moment she stood in front of him, she spun around to lean her back against his body. She tilted her head up and held her arms out to her sides. "You get to undress me, now. Take your time, appreciate things, keep your eyes on what you're doing, and don't be afraid to move me around a bit. A proper partner will flow with you, but it's better to tell the girl what you're doing so that she isn't caught off-balance. Ask questions if you have them."

He started at her belly, wrapping his arms around her to meet in front. One hand pulled the undershirt's hem up a few inches, while he used the other to feel the contours of her toned stomach. She made the occasional gasp or 'mmm' to let him know what felt good. He pulled the shirt up and over her bra-covered breasts, noting her nipples hardening again beneath the fabric. She had been holding her arms up with her hands near her neck to give him the best view possible. Now that he was encouraging her shirt upward she reached towards the ceiling.

With her shirt stretched between her upper arms and covering her face, he stopped. His hands glided down her arms and slid up to cup her breasts. Holly's deep gasp was very encouraging. He leaned back and looked at the clasp holding the bra in place.

"Grab on each side of the hooks; push your fingers towards each other, stretching the fabric slightly, and then separate. It's the tension that holds the hooks in place."

The hooks unleashed and the bra popped loose. Harry felt like he'd been told the secret password for an exclusive men's club. His fingers slid beneath the loose fabric and over the swell of her breasts, raking his nails into the soft flesh and then enveloping them to feel their mass.

Holly's breath had turned ragged. "G-get this off of me and I'll show you my appreciation, Harry."

He kept fondling her breasts, feeling the crinkle of nipple and the buttery smoothness of teatflesh.

Holly was leaning back against him, her fabric-concealed head lolling against his shoulder. "Never.... never should have told you... that I like this."

"You didn't," Harry replied, and pulled one nipple out taut from her chest. The areola grew deep pink between his fingers, and Holly moaned.

He abruptly let go of both breasts and held his hands away. Holly had seethed when he did it, but now she was twisting in place, rubbing her thighs together and trying to push her chest out to renew the contact. A glancing touch would skim one and then flick a nail across the other.

She hissed in a most desperate tone, "Pleeeeeeeeease..."

He grasped both breasts and squeezed them.

Holly barked, "Oh God!" and she twisted to curl inward, drawing Harry forward. She then said, "Fuck it," ripped the under shirt and dangling brassiere from around her head, spun in place and grabbed Harry's head, drawing him into another fierce snog.

She broke the kiss just as suddenly and pushed Harry so that he dropped onto the cushions. She joined him almost immediately, taking a moment to unzip the back of her skirt to loosen it before dropping down to straddle his hips.

Somewhere beneath the linen skirt, Harry could feel Holly's privates sliding a warm slick path across the underside of his cock. Holly then reached down under the loosened waist of the skirt and between her legs, gathering up his cock and guiding it to a place hotter and wetter than the rest. He felt Holly rubbing his cocktip against something fleshy. She paused.

"Is something wrong?"

Holly smirked and said, "I'll tell you later. Do me a favour, Harry?"

"Anything."

"My breasts... crave your attention."

Harry sat up and cupped her left breast, bringing his lips to the tip and kissing it. Holly's moan encouraged him and he licked the nipple, feeling it curl tight beneath his tongue. He moved to the other breast and let his teeth scrape across the skin, earning another moan.

Holly shifted her pelvis, still suspended on the tip of his cock. The grinding motion reminded Harry of the action of a mortar and pestle. He also felt warm fluid enveloping his cock head and glazing down his length, though Holly continued to rock against the tip without descending.

Harry redoubled the attention to her breasts. Her breathing increased pace- he could see her eyes fluttering and she bit her lower lip again before taking a shuddering gasp. She hissed out, "Bite them, Harry!"

He paused and then nipped the tip. Her spine twisted in a reaction but she seethed, "Harder!"

It took leap of faith, but Harry shifted his mouth to envelop her right breast... and then bit down.

Holly cried out. She then dropped her pelvis onto his cock, ensheathing it in an incredible, tight, hot channel that then pulsed around him. While Harry had leaned back, releasing his teeth from around her breast, Holly yet held up a hand to warn him against moving, her pelvis quivering around him and warm fluid spilling around the base of his cock.

After about a minute, Holly opened her eyes to let a few tears escape. She bent down to kiss Harry tenderly. When she pulled back to sitting up she was smiling again.

He started, "Are you alr--"

Holly had clenched something around his hardness, and then began gyrating her hips, slowly shifting his cock out and into her a few inches at a time. Harry felt this incredible immersion of feeling surrounding his cock and pressed upward into Holly in search of more. Holly gasped and shifted to curving her pelvis against his, extending the motion of his cock inserting and retracting in her core by several inches per pass.

Harry felt heat crawl across his skin. He looked up to see trickles of sweat trailing down Holly's neck and following the curve of her breasts. He reached up to massage the salty fluid into her skin and earned a whine from the girl, followed by a guttural whisper of "Fuck. Fuck. Oh, fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me Harry..."

Hearing her call his name like this sent a shower of sparks across his skull. He grabbed Holly by her hips and slammed his cock up into her, each thrust being answered by Holly's mantra of "Fuck, fuck, fuck...", increasing in pitch as she said it more often.

Harry came without warning, a flash of pleasure answered by a flood of ecstasy sweeping through his brain. He was vaguely aware of arching his hips up into Holly for several tense, glorious seconds before losing all strength and collapsing flat onto the cushions. Holly continued to flex and clench her muscles around his spurting cock, once again extending his climax to something much greater than his hand had ever come close to giving him.

She slumped over him then, her breasts pressed against his chest and her head turned to rest against his shoulder, her arms laying to either side of his head. They lay there for a while.

Holly was the first to move, lifting her body upward to let his softening cock slip out of her. She clambered to standing, her skirt slipping down off her hips once she had narrowed her stance.

Harry gaped when he saw that there was blood around her nethers. Already, Holly was turning to him and saying, "Don't freak out."

Harry sputtered in protest but she raised a hand to silence him. She said, "Okay, remember when I said comedy and sex go hand in hand? Well this time the joke was on me."

"What? Why?"

"New body, no scars... and I'm a virgin again. Or I was, for a few hours anyway."

"I'm... I'm so sorry--"

"Harry, you were a virgin up until a few minutes ago- do you feel better or worse now that your virginity is gone?"

"Better! A hundred times better, but--"

"No- that's it. That's all. If you're a virgin, losing it seems like it would be an epic event, a soul-shattering compromise of self and fall from grace or maybe the heralding of your entry to adultitude with an aura of completeness surrounding your head. After it's gone? 'Wow-that-was-great-when-can-I-do-that-again!', right?"

"Um, yeah. By the way, wow, that was great. When can we do it again?"

Holly smiled. "Wash up, stud. Then we'll see if you've learned anything."

They spent the next few minutes on opposite sides of the privacy screen, each with two towels, one wet and one dry. When Harry was cleaned up, he cleared his throat to verify it was safe to come out. Holly replied, "I'm ready when you are."

She had changed into another outfit, such as it was. Holly had a silk dressing gown tied around her waist. Its shimmering off-white fabric was painted in broad strokes of red, black and pink across the back, depicting some sort of asian flowering plant.

"Where did you get that?"

"You bought it for me today. Thank you, Harry."

"How much did we spend altogether?"

"Plenty, but barely a splash in your assets, if I'm guessing right. You bought yourself a kimono as well, and as much as I love watching you wander around naked, you should try it on."

Harry followed where Holly was pointing, finding another wrapped package. He unfolded it and pulled out a silk housecoat just like Holly's except the colors were inverted- a black background, with white, green and purple for the image of austere foliage. He put in on and felt almost more naked than he had when standing freshly scrubbed. The silk caressed his skin, alerting his cock that duty was once again calling.

He looked over to Holly, who was giving him a 'come here' gesture. When he stepped close, she stood up on tip toes and gave him a soft, lingering kiss. She then stepped back from him, stopping only when her arse bumped into the desk provided with the room. She hopped up onto it, her legs dangling over the edge and the kimono slipping loose from its belt.

"Last formal lesson of the day, Harry. I'd like to introduce you to the details of the female sex parts, but we won't be bothering with the full biology lesson at this time."

"Really? Why not?"

"Because I'm really wanting you to touch me right now." She pulled one leg up until she could hook her heel onto the edge of the desk. Harry stepped closer. Her other leg made a similar motion, though as it rose to anchor at the wooden top, Holly's kimono was spread aside, and her privates were spread out before Harry like a opened flower.

"Give me your hand." He did, and she guided it touch the tuft of hair capping a prominent curve of bone, just above the parted vertical lips that were crowned at the top end by a small nub.

"Mons. Clitoris. Vulva. Labia majora, labia minora, urethra... and vaginal opening." She had trailed her finger over each part as she named it.

Harry's hand floated above the mons, gently rubbing a little circle on her skin. He asked, "What would you suggest? I have nothing to compare this to."

"I know. So, gently, feel around. Get to know the neighborhood."

He did as told. His thumb slipped along the folds, parting the flesh to stroke along the damp skin it protected. Holly made an imploring grunt. Harry fit his fingers in the crevice, sliding along the contour, letting his fingers be guided down to the entrance of her vagina, where the skin appeared a bit raw around the opening. A clear wash of fluid seemed to flow along the valley where his fingers were playing.

"Did... did you just come?"

"No; men shoot out sperm in a suspension to deliver the package at the point of climax. Women, when stimulated, release what I call iral fluid along the channel to help guide your todger into the right hole and make the entry as smooth and comfortable as possible."

"I've never heard of iral--

"It's short for 'I'm ready and lubricating'. My term, patent pending."

"Well you sure seem to be; there's a lot of fluid--"

Holly gasped then, so loud that Harry thought he might have pinched something. He saw by her expression that absolutely nothing was wrong. He turned his hand and swirled the fluid around her soft tissues.

Holly was giving him a smoky look, but she seemed to be holding her tongue in favour of allowing Harry to explore. He slipped a finger down to her entrance and teased the edge in several circles. Holly's breath came out in bursts. Her hips lifted her arse from the desk an inch, attempting to maneuver a different motion from him.

Harry poked a fingertip in and brought it out. Holly squeezed her eyes shut. He slowly inserted his index finger again, probing in until his knuckles pressed at the edge. It was hot inside, with much texture and soft crevices to explore. To aid his discovery process, he added a second finger, exploring the spread and depth of Holly's channel.

Holly was moaning a bit and she twitched and thrust up her pelvis in answer to Harry's various pokings. When she began to pant, Harry finally recognised what he was doing to her. He turned his fingers in her, shifting position to lean closer to the desk edge. His fingers moved in and out, his thumb coincidentally propped to graze against her clit every few twirls.

Sweat was streaming from her temples and glistened on her skin, the kimono having slipped open at some point. She leaned back on the desk to let a hand free and grabbed her own breast, kneading it and pinching the nipple.

Harry was aglow with a sense of power over her, where his touch gave her uncontrollable pleasure. He added a third finger and shifted into a directly inserting motion, prompting Holly to gasp out, "Yes, Harry! God, yes!"

It occurred to him that his own needs were being sidelined. His erection was running at full pressure and wanted to get involved. Harry pulled out his fingers to Holly's whining displeasure. He opened the robe and lifted his cock tip up to the desk, circling Holly's entrance with the tip much as he had with his finger.

In a deliberate and paced motion, he slid his cock into Holly's opening.

Holly tossed her head back against the desk and grabbed both breasts, while also lifting her legs around to slide against Harry's hips. Harry was distracted by the tightness surrounding his todger and began the pistoning motion that instinct drove him to.

Holly moaned again, adding an encouraging "Yessssss." as Harry got up to speed.

He slid into her, again and again, and each time he thought she was going to climax she would thrash around and then kick against his arse with her heel to get him going faster. Harry grabbed her by the hips, slamming his meat into her just as he drew her pelvis onto him.

Her moans became grunts, then growls. A look of fierce desire flamed in her eyes and Harry came over like a man possessed, fucking her hard into the desk and delighting in every cry and scream of "YES!" "FUCK!" "GOD!" and "HARDER!"

Their frenzy finally triggered a roaring climax, Harry clenched tight against Holly's pelvis and Holly's inner muscles grasping and undulating around his cock as it sprayed semen into her. At some level, Harry could feel the clench of his balls emptying into her, and that it pleased them both.

They fell slack, Holly resting back on the desk and Harry leaning against it, his weakened legs struggling to keep him upright. He slipped back and out of Holly, stumbling over to flop onto her bed, covered in sweat.

Holly rolled herself off the desk and walked over to the edge of the bed. She bent down and kissed Harry quite lovingly before raising up to hold herself over him by her straight-braced arms, breasts swaying prominently for his enjoyment.

"Want me to budge over?" he asked her.

"No. I'm too damned sticky and hot to cuddle with you. Just wanted you to know..."

"Yeah?"

"I'm not done with you. Not by a longshot, lover. Rest up, though. We've had a long day."

In the back of his head, Harry woke up a little, realising that Holly had transformed his world in the space of a day. Fatigue kept him from pursuing the thought any further, and he fell into a deep, undisturbed sleep.