Harry Potter

Harry was already shaking his head. “Not from what I can find. If Voldemort,” he paused for a moment to let Ron flinch, “had ever found this stuff he would have won his war long before we were born. Here look” He shoved a book at them when they still looked dubious.

Reading the words both Hermione’s eyebrows shot up. “True power for a parselmouth is rooted in sexual contact, primarily oral sexual contact. A Parselmouth may draw tremendous amount of power by inducing orgasm and drinking the sexual energy straight from the source. Another benefit of this practice is that the receivers often become ardent followers of the parselmouth.” Both the teens blushed as the implications set in. “Harry, what…”

“Just think, this is a way of not only beating Voldemort but doing it with something he prides himself”

“But Harry” Ron interrupted, “Sex magic. Are you sure you would want to…you know… with both of us.”

“That piece wouldn’t be a problem. This could change everything”

“You’re right Harry, it would change everything.” Hermione sighed, “Is there any risk for the receivers.”

Relief spread across Harry’s face as he shook his head, “No, a few books even suggested that frequent receivers would begin to gain limited benefits from sex as well.”

Hermione and Ron glanced at each other. Finally Ron nodded his head and Hermione spoke, “Fine Harry. When do you want to try it?”

“How about now, while we’re down here”

It was quickly decided that Ron would go first, partially because the other two thought that Harry would balk at giving a blow job.

Thanks to the charms in the room there were several extremely comfortable chairs that could be used as a seat. Ron unfastened his pants and dropped unceremoniously into one of the dark green chairs. Harry knelt in front of him and leaned over his still flaccid cock. It wasn’t flaccid for long as Harry licked a long strip from base to tip.

Just like the books had told him the taste of his best friends cock was delicious and he couldn’t help taking another lick. Ron moaned out loud as Harry bobbed up and down on his stiff rod. Hermione unexpectedly found heat pooling low in her stomach at the sight.

Harry had no real techniques but great enthusiasm as he milked Ron’s cock for all it was worth. Just before the redhead exploded Harry pulled back long enough to whisper the Parseltongue equivalent of ‘Mine’ against the tip of his cock. Then he drank the results as Ron came with a half sob.

Hermione, in her own seat felt her nipples harden throughout the entire scene. She was so intent on the look on Ron’s face that she was slightly surprised when a dark head suddenly appeared between her legs and a breath panted across her heated skin.

Her own moans and pants began to escape as the mouth that had just recently took care of her red headed best friend now began to work on her slit. She thrust her hips forward to try and get more contact than the coy licks were giving her. A moment later her back arched when Harry’s mouth wrapped itself around her sensitive clit and suckled like a newborn babe. “Oh god, yes, please yes. Ohh…” Her voice was breathy and higher than usual. Just as Hermione began to catch her breath the most amazing vibration came from the tip of Harry’s tongue. That said tongue was inside her pussy at the time only made the feeling better. Her mind was a white wash of pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her.

When the pair came back to their senses later the both couldn’t help but look at their friend in a new light.

Harry grinned at the pair of them “Well are you convinced?”