7-9: You have a rocking good time to mutual exhaustion. Gain +1 XP. Take a CONSEQUENCE.

⚁⚄ +2 (BRAVERY) -1 (CONSEQUENCE) = 8

Note: Despite the circumstances not being a great example of the Leontes ethic, the House Sex Move is still activated, garnering generic FAVORs. There are now two "Hidden CONSEQUENCEs" on the character sheet that will be revealed in the next scene.

XP total: 3

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The student you are with - a Beavertail by the looks of his robes - looms down over you breathing heavily, running his hands over your shoulders greedily and sniffing your hair as if you were a pastry he was admiring before tearing into. In fact, it was a little bit scary, being suddenly swept up into his grasp and squeezed so tight it almost forced the breath out of you.Most of the other guests were still just watching, perhaps enjoying the show or perhaps just seeing how far things were going to go before they started trying to pull someone's clothes off. The boy you were with must have been a virgin or several weeks pent up at least, because he was acting starved for affection, rubbing his cheeks up and down your face and neck. He had the same cute boyish figure of a youth who'd not yet acquired the bulk of a man in his 20s, and you were looking forward to seeing what he looked like without his clothes on.

"Ah," you say as he slips his hands up under your shirt, "someone light that bonfire right over there please, thank you. I do not think I could aim my wand properly like this..."

Kicking your shoes off, you put your arms around your paramour's neck and pulled yourself up to put a kiss on his chin. "Since I went to all the trouble of setting this up, perhaps you could take over for a moment and see to getting us both out of our clothes, yeah?"

The redheaded Beavertail pushed you down to the ground roughly, bending down over you, keeping your thighs between his. His fingers worked quickly undoing the buttons of your blouse. Petite though you were, you didn't usually wear a bra, which meant that as soon as the buttons came open, his hands had free access to the little mounds on your chest. His thumbs were playing with the sensitive, stiffening buds of your nipples, and when you ran your thigh between his legs you could feel that he had something down there worth showing.

There was a jangling as he fumbled with his belt with one hand. Soon his trousers were being yanked down, heedless of the two-dozen pairs of eyes watching, exposing a pale, average-length circumcised manhood with a noticeable curve to it, prodding eagerly against your navel as he went back to roughly yanking your clothes off. Your skirt and shoes were next, being carelessly tossed off to the side.

With a greedy grin, the redhead atop you pulled off your panties, running his free hand over your hip and thigh as he did, and held them up to his nose, taking a deep, satisfied sniff that made you blush and avert your gaze at last. While he finished kicking off his trousers, he tucks your undergarments into the pocket. Was he planning to keep those himself? You don't have much time to wonder, as he starts roughly exploring the lips of your sex with two fingers, making you gasp sharply and wriggle back and forth underneath him.

You overhear a few comments behind you. "Bloody 'ell! She's made nary a peep with all of that! He's going right for her pot of gold. Going to be the full monty, isn't it? I'm not getting left out of this! Come over here and take this rosebud, you tidy raven-haired piece!" Following that you heard the sounds of a girl getting snatched up off her feet and giving a yelp of surprise.

"Ohh," another female voice said, watching the Beavertail astride you start gripping your shoulders and forcing your legs apart, "I didn't know it was going to be like this, I don't know... I knew there would be hookups but out here in the open?"

Another girl next to her chimed in. Looking back you recognized her as the redhead second year with the pixie haircut that you'd encountered in the washrooms on that first weekend. "Oh, come now Viv, don't be a prude. That girl down there getting slobbered on by the overeager fellow is the one who set this all up! I'll stick close to you, at least try one round of the rumpy-bumpy before you go ducking out." That was met with a little murmur of assent.

And there you were - under a young man with whom this was your first interaction, stripped naked except for your stockings (which he found cute) and with a hard shaft teasingly sliding along the 'flower' that your gift of the token had symbolically offered to him.

"You're so precious," he whispers down to you, his face so close that his nose bumps into yours. "I want to just eat you up, love, every bit of you." Your response was to urge him closer, closing your eyes and puckering your lips.

Rubbing your naked lower bodies together, lingering on the edge of consummation, with the young man's lips crushing yours and sucking greedily on the seal of your mouth until at last you slid your tongue up to teasingly brush against him... the sensations were heavenly. You spread your legs as wide as they'd go, resting your knees against your nameless paramour's sides.

Panting desperately, the Beavertail started energetically bumping the swollen head of his member up against the spots of your exposed crotch. It even probed against your tightly clenched asshole for a second. "You need a bit of practice aiming your wand," you say cheekily, giving one of his own nipples a hard tweak through his shirt for emphasis. "Best leave that kind of 'spell' to the experts, yeah? Hmph... you do not need to get fancy, you will only embarrass yourself, just do your duty as a man."

He looked down at you, his pride almost wounded by that. "I-I'm sorry, it's just that I'm nervous, and I don't want to... mess things up."

An aggressive, bully-like ferocity rose in your chest again and you gave him a sharp little four-fingered slap. "You stupid boy! I throw myself into my arms and invite you to make a spectacle out of fucking me and now you are lingering and hesitating...? Mmf... Maybe I shouldn't have even offered myself to you. Maybe you are a pitiful scared rabbit who knows he would drain himself the moment he pushed inside me. Should I make you lay down under me while I make you lick me out and only let you wank yourself while watching everyone else?" You dig your fingernails into him painfully hard for emphasis. "Go on and prove me wrong if you can, you dog!"

His nervous gaze disappears and he looks into your eyes, his expression changed to one of frustration and indignation. With a slow, deliberate thrust of his hips he forced the folds of your fanny open and began working his shaft into you. It was actually quite good - you got to feel him slowly filling you up instead of just starting to hammer you rapidly right away.

"Yes! Yes! Good show, mate! That shut her up right quick, dinn't it? Come on, the party's not truly started 'til your coin purse is slapping up against her arse! " You recognized that that was Berthold's voice.

"Ah! Ah!! Come on now, the rest of you, do not let me have all the- AH! - fun!" you cried out in a sharp voice as the boy atop you started thrusting faster. Your view of the world was started to bounce back and forth with the force of his strokes. Your stocking-clad lower legs were going straight up in the air, as he got you in such a position that he could drive into you straight downwards. This had the side effect of giving everyone who cared to watch an excellent view of the ginger Beavertail starting to go balls deep in you as your cunt loosened up to accept his full length and girth.

"Oh yes, ohhhhh yes," the voice of satyr-Fabian carried to you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him roughly grabbing Kinzie and hauling her over to one of the snack tables and bending her over it, flipping up her skirt and getting down on his knees. "What a feast this is, tee-heee! But a deal's deal and first things first..." Well, an advantage of inviting that creature there is that if some of the boys turn out not to have the needed stamina, even with potion assistance, then it certainly will - from the stories you've heard, Bertie will have to drag it back to its cage come the dawn.

You refocus your eyes on your current lover. He's been going at you for at least 50 strokes now, and he's no longer making a sound except heavy breathing through his nose, his eyes bugging out and the veins on his neck beginning to bulge. He's fighting like a demon against the urge to let himself go and collapse. Seeing him squirm against the pleasure that you were effortlessly giving him was a bigger turn-on than you had imagined, and your juices were flowing so profusely that droplets ran down his shaft each time he pulled all the way out of you. Every so often, a particularly forceful thrust by him would bring a noisy squelch from your nether regions.

For most of your life, you had felt so small and unimportant, so... overshadowed. In gatherings large or small, there was always someone beautiful enough to make you feel intimidated one way or another. But now you were the center of attention - in fact some of the male attendees were, judging by their conversations, reluctant to try their luck with any of the other girls because they'd rather have a more experienced girl. A warm feeling suffused you when you realized they were talking about you.

You rolled over onto your side, kicking one of your legs up onto your lover's shoulder and holding it in place with one hand so he could fuck you sideways. The bent shape of his manhood made that particularly pleasurable, and although the young man was too much of an amateur to give you any manual stimulation, the simple experience of being observed by so many in a state of sublime sexuality was enough that you shrieked out a short exclamation in your native tongue and arched your back, your head lolling as you cum just from a clumsy fuck by a guy who had no real idea how to give you pleasure.

"Yes! YES!" the man shouted joyously as he slammed himself home into you. "She's having hers, there she goes! Shite, I don't care...! Hang it all, I'm going to seed her! You hear me girl? I'm going to fill you all the way up!"

"Ohhhhh," you say, still panting from your experience. "You want to make a mess of me like that? I would prefer you did n-AHHH!!" Your eyes snap open and you twitch as you feel a hot spurt deep inside you. The Beavertail holds himself deep and squeezes your thigh so hard he almost bruises you as feel two more eruptions of his batter. Messy though it was, you had to admit the feel of his shaft throbbing with release was pleasant.

The boy collapsed backwards, and you remained where you lay for a second. When you stood up, still naked, and opened your eyes, you saw that your example had had the intended effect. Most of the students had paired off and were starting to kiss and slip fingers in one another's clothing. Being that they were still young and inexperienced it looked like most weren't yet up to 'direct' group sex. Furthermore, like your partner, the boys who had taken the lead didn't look like they were intending to be very sophisticated and were acting like they wanted to jump straight to intercourse.

"Hey, hey!" you say, crossing your arms. "All you wizards should be grateful that I have made things so easy on you, let me see you show your gratitude by way of cunnilingus. If any of you really want to please me, I wouldn't mind seeing two handsome guys embracing and kissing on eachother while I clean myself up for the next round." you say in a confidently playful tone.

Feeling the first beginnings of the leakage out of your well-used twat, another shiver ran up your back. This was one of the reasons why you always kept yourself shaved there - the aftermath was messy enough already. Walking off the blanket to a section of grass, you squat down with your knees spread far apart and start pushing, causing several sticky, bright-white blobs to trickle out of you along with some nasty-sounding bubbles.

Doing something so intimate with someone you hardly knew had been hotter than you'd even imagined. Moaning softly, you soon started rubbing your lower lips with your fingers, thinking about your next move while still waiting for the semen to trickle out of you. Maybe two boys at once next, or a boy and a girl...? Just watching a bit would be a thrill in itself...