Disclaimer: Harry returns to Hogwarts to complete his seventh year after defeating Voldemort. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).
Harry's cum was still leaking out of Hermione's well-fucked pussy when they settled onto the bar stools, and watching her squirm as she tried to keep it from dripping onto the velvet seat was almost enough to get him hard again.
"Stop staring," Hermione hissed, her cheeks flushed as she clenched her thighs together desperately. Without her thong, which was still lying abandoned somewhere in that hallway, she had nothing to catch the thick streams of seed that kept trying to escape her stuffed cunt. "This is entirely your fault, you know."
"My fault?" Harry grinned, signalling Ginny for two firewhiskies. "You're the one who begged me to fill you up."
"I did not beg," Hermione protested weakly, then bit her lip as another warm trickle escaped. "Oh Merlin, I can feel it sliding down..."
Harry was about to respond with something appropriately crude when a familiar voice cut through the ambient noise of the club.
"Well, well. Fancy meeting you two here."
Harry turned, and his cock immediately twitched back to life.
Demelza Robins stood before them looking like every Quidditch fantasy he'd ever had come to glorious life. She was still wearing that impossibly modified Gryffindor uniform from the hallway, and seeing it again in the full light of the bar made Harry's mouth water. The cropped top barely deserved the name. It ended just below her tits, the scarlet fabric stretched so tight across her chest that he could see the outline of her nipples straining against it. With every breath she took, the bottom hem rode up to flash the soft underside of her perky breasts, threatening to expose them completely at any moment.
But Merlin's saggy balls, it was those bottoms that really made his cock throb. The pleated micro-skirt in Gryffindor red was so short it might as well have been a wide belt. It barely reached past the curve of her arse, and as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the fabric lifted to reveal that sinful Gryffindor thong underneath. The gold lion logo stretched obscenely across the tiny triangle of fabric covering her pussy, looking like it was ready to roar as the material strained to contain her.
Her long, toned legs seemed to go on forever, leading up to that tantalising glimpse of thong, and Harry found himself imagining wrapping those legs around his waist as he pounded into her.
"See something you like?" Demelza asked with a knowing smirk, striking a pose that made her skirt ride up even higher.
"I see several things I like," Harry replied, his eyes trailing from her barely-covered tits down to where the lion was doing its best to guard her pussy.
Demelza's grin widened. Without asking permission, she sauntered over and planted herself directly in Harry's lap, her back against his chest. The sudden warmth of her arse grinding against his crotch made him groan, and he could feel his cock rapidly hardening against the firm globes of her cheeks.
"Mmm, is that your wand, or are you just happy to see me?" she teased, wiggling her arse deliberately.
"Keep moving like that and you'll find out exactly what it is," Harry growled, his hands finding her waist.
Hermione watched with wide eyes, temporarily forgetting about the cum still trying to escape her pussy. "You two don't waste any time, do you?"
"Life's too short for wasting time," Demelza said breathlessly, rolling her hips in slow circles that had Harry's cock straining painfully against his trousers. "Especially when there's a fat cock nearby that needs attention."
Harry's hands slid up from her waist, moving higher until his palms cupped her tits through the thin fabric of her cropped top. They were perfect handfuls, firm and perky, and he could feel her hard nipples pressing against his palms as he squeezed. The material was so thin it might as well have been nothing at all, and Harry kneaded her soft flesh while she continued to grind back against him.
"Fuck, your tits feel amazing," Harry groaned, his thumbs finding her nipples and circling them through the fabric.
Demelza moaned, arching her back to press her chest more firmly into his hands. The movement made her cropped top ride up completely, and suddenly Harry's fingers were on bare skin, her tits spilling out from beneath the inadequate fabric. He caught them as they bounced free, her hard nipples now trapped between his fingers as he pinched and rolled them.
"Oh yes," Demelza gasped, grinding harder against his now-aching cock. "Just like that. Play with my tits while I ride your lap."
Ginny appeared with their drinks, her eyebrows shooting up at the display. She was still wearing her tiny thong and that impossibly tight top that left her perky tits threatening to spill out, and she set down the firewhiskies with a knowing grin.
"Oi, you lot," she said with mock sternness, though her eyes were fixed on where Harry's hands were openly fondling Demelza's exposed breasts. "Get a room, would you? You're making the other customers jealous."
"Maybe I want them to be jealous," Demelza purred, throwing her head back against Harry's shoulder as he tugged on her nipples. "Maybe I want everyone to see what's about to happen to me."
Harry's cock throbbed at her words, and his hands began to travel lower. They slid down her flat stomach, feeling the muscles quiver beneath his touch, until his fingers found the waistband of her microscopic skirt. He didn't bother lifting it. Instead, his hand dove beneath the pleated fabric, his fingers seeking out the tiny scrap of her Gryffindor thong.
"So wet already," Harry murmured against her ear, his fingers tracing the damp fabric covering her pussy. "This little lion is practically drowning."
"Been wet since I saw you fucking Granger in that hallway," Demelza admitted breathlessly, spreading her legs wider to give him better access. "Couldn't stop thinking about when it would be my turn."
Harry pushed the soaked thong aside and sank two fingers into her dripping cunt. Demelza cried out, her hips bucking against his hand as he began to pump in and out of her right there at the bar.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, looking around frantically. "Everyone can see!"
"Let them," Demelza moaned, her pussy clenching around Harry's fingers. "Let them all see how good he— oh fuck, right there!"
But apparently, Demelza had other plans. Just as Harry was working a third finger into her tight hole, she suddenly pulled away from him, sliding off his lap with a wicked grin.
"What—" Harry started, but before he could finish, Demelza dropped to her knees between his legs.
Her nimble fingers made quick work of his belt and zip, and within seconds, his trousers were around his ankles and his massive cock was springing free. It stood proud and angry, the thick veins pulsing with need, pre-cum already beading at the swollen tip.
"Merlin's beard," Demelza breathed, her fingers wrapping around his girth and not even close to meeting. "Watching you stuff Granger full of this thing was one thing, but feeling it throb in my hand..." She gave him an experimental stroke, her eyes wide. "I don't know how she took all of this. This cock could split a witch in half."
She leaned forward, her pink tongue darting out to lick a slow trail from his heavy balls all the way up the underside of his shaft. Harry groaned as her warm, wet tongue traced every vein, every ridge, until she reached the swollen head. She pressed a soft kiss to the tip, her lips parting just enough to taste the pre-cum gathered there.
"Fuck," Harry grunted, his hips twitching involuntarily. "That mouth..."
Demelza looked up at him through her lashes, his cock head resting against her glossy lips, and Harry thought he was about to get the blowjob of his life right there in the middle of the bar.
Then she grinned.
And ran.
"What the fuck!" Harry shouted as Demelza snatched his trousers from around his ankles and bolted across the club, her mischievous laughter trailing behind her.
Harry was on his feet in an instant, his massive cock bouncing obscenely in front of him as he gave chase. It swung heavily from side to side with each stride, slapping against his thighs as he ran, and he could feel every eye in the club turning to watch the spectacle.
"Bloody hell, look at the size of that thing!" someone shouted.
"I could hang my robes on that!" another voice called out.
Harry's face burned with embarrassment, but his determination to catch and punish the mischievous witch outweighed his mortification. Demelza was quick, weaving through tables and patrons with his trousers clutched triumphantly in her hands, her bare arse cheeks flashing as her tiny skirt flew up with each stride.
She ducked through a doorway at the far end of the club, and Harry barely had time to read the golden sign above it before he barrelled through after her.
The Levitation Gallery.
What he found on the other side made him stop dead in his tracks.
The room was vast and dimly lit, with a high, vaulted ceiling that seemed to disappear into darkness. But it was what was happening in the air that captured Harry's attention.
Witches. Floating.
A dozen or more women hung suspended throughout the room, their bodies drifting lazily through the air as if held aloft by invisible hands. And beneath them, around them, wizards were using them with gleeful abandon. Harry watched, transfixed, as a busty blonde floated past at waist height, a wizard's cock buried deep in her pussy as she moaned helplessly, unable to control her movement through the air.
Another witch drifted by upside down, her face stuffed full of cock while her legs kicked uselessly at the empty air. Her screams of pleasure were muffled around the thick shaft in her throat, and the wizard fucking her face simply held onto her hips and let her float while he used her.
And there, in the middle of it all, was Demelza.
She had apparently triggered the levitation charm the moment she entered, and now she was floating about four feet off the ground, her arms and legs flailing uselessly as she tried to swim through the air. But with nothing to push against, nothing to grab onto, she was completely helpless.
"Bloody hell!" she squeaked, her body slowly rotating in the air. "I can't— I didn't mean to—"
Harry approached slowly, his anger at her prank mixing with a new surge of arousal at her predicament. From this angle, he was looking directly up her tiny skirt, and the view was magnificent.
Her Gryffindor thong was soaked through, the gold lion stretched tight across her glistening pussy lips. The thin fabric had ridden up between her puffy lips, outlining every detail of her cunt in obscene clarity. Harry could see the wetness coating her inner thighs, could practically smell her arousal from where he stood.
"Well, well, well," Harry said, his voice low and dangerous as he stepped directly beneath her flailing form. "Look what we have here. A naughty little witch who thought it would be funny to steal my clothes and run off with them."
Demelza's rotation had turned her so she was facing away from him now, and Harry was treated to an even better view. Her tiny skirt had flipped up completely, exposing her round, firm arse cheeks and that sinful thong disappearing between them. The gold lion seemed to be winking at him from between her legs.
"Harry, I— it was just a joke!" Demelza protested, her arms still windmilling uselessly. "I didn't know this room would— oh Merlin, I can't stop spinning!"
"A joke?" Harry reached up and grabbed her hips, stopping her rotation with her arse directly in front of his face. "You made me chase you through the entire club with my cock swinging about for everyone to see. You call that a joke?"
"A funny joke?" she offered weakly.
Harry's response was to hook his fingers into the waistband of her thong and yank it down her legs. The tiny scrap of Gryffindor fabric got tangled around one of her ankles, but he didn't bother removing it completely. Instead, he spread her arse cheeks wide, exposing her dripping pussy and her tight little arsehole to his hungry gaze.
"I think," Harry said slowly, "that you need to be punished."
"Harry, please, I— OH FUCK!"
Harry had leaned forward and dragged his tongue from her clit all the way up through her soaking folds to her arse. Demelza's whole body shuddered in the air, her limbs going rigid as pleasure shot through her.
"Oh Merlin, oh fuck, your tongue!" she gasped, trying desperately to push back against his face but having nothing to brace against. "I can't— I can't move!"
"That's the point," Harry growled against her pussy, his tongue diving between her folds to taste her properly. She was so wet, her juices practically flowing onto his tongue, and he lapped at her greedily while she floated helplessly above him.
"Please!" Demelza whimpered, her body writhing in mid-air. "Please, Harry, I need your cock! I've been thinking about it since I saw you fucking Hermione. I need to feel it inside me!"
Harry pulled back, his face glistening with her arousal. His cock was harder than it had ever been, standing proud and angry and pointing directly at her exposed cunt like an accusation.
"You want this cock?" he asked, stepping forward so the fat head brushed against her dripping entrance. "The one you made bounce around in front of the entire club?"
"Yes! Fucking Merlin, yes! I want it so bad!"
Harry grabbed her hips and pulled her floating body toward him, impaling her on his thick shaft in one brutal thrust.
"FUCK!" Demelza screamed, her back arching as she was stretched around his massive girth. "Oh God, it's so big! It's splitting me open!"
Harry didn't wait for her to adjust. He began to fuck her hard, using her weightless body like a toy, pulling her onto his cock and pushing her away in a relentless rhythm. The levitation charm meant he could control her completely, could slam her back onto his dick with nothing to slow the impact, nothing to soften the collision of their bodies.
"This is what happens to naughty witches who steal my clothes!" Harry grunted, his hands gripping her arse cheeks as he pounded into her helpless form. "They get used like the cock-hungry sluts they are!"
"Yes! Use me!" Demelza wailed, her limbs flailing uselessly as she was railed mid-air. "Fuck me like a toy! I'm your floating fuck-doll!"
The obscene sounds of their coupling filled the room. The wet slap of his balls against her pussy with each thrust, the squelching of her cunt gripping his thick shaft, the high-pitched moans and screams escaping Demelza's lips as he fucked her senseless.
Harry shifted his grip, grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs impossibly wide as he continued to pound into her. The position opened her up completely, and he watched, mesmerised, as his fat cock disappeared into her stretched pussy over and over again.
"Look at this greedy little cunt," Harry growled, pulling her back onto his cock with extra force. "Swallowing my cock like it was made for it. Were you this desperate for dick the whole time you were watching me fuck Hermione?"
"Yes!" Demelza admitted shamelessly. "I was soaking through my thong watching you pound her against that wall! I almost touched myself right there!"
"Should have," Harry grunted. "Would have saved you from this punishment."
He released one of her ankles and brought his hand down hard on her arse cheek. The slap echoed through the room, and Demelza's pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice.
"Oh FUCK!" she screamed. "Again! Please, spank me again while you fuck me!"
Harry obliged, his palm connecting with her other cheek as he continued his relentless thrusting. Red handprints bloomed across her pale arse, and each impact made her cunt squeeze his cock even tighter.
"Such a dirty witch," Harry growled, spanking her again. "Getting off on being spanked while you float helplessly."
"I can't help it!" Demelza wailed, her body shaking with each thrust. "Your cock feels too good! I've never been fucked like this! I can't control anything! I can't stop you! I can only take it!"
"That's right," Harry agreed, grabbing both her hips again and pulling her back onto his cock with bruising force. "You just have to float there and take whatever I give you. And I'm going to give you every fucking inch of this cock!"
He began to fuck her harder, faster, using the zero-gravity to his advantage. He spun her slightly, changing the angle so his cock head dragged across that sensitive spot inside her with every thrust.
"Oh Merlin! Right there! Don't stop!" Demelza screamed, her entire body going rigid as pleasure built in her core. "I'm going to cum! Fuck, I'm going to cum on your fat cock!"
"Cum for me," Harry commanded, slamming into her with everything he had. "Cum while you float there helplessly! Show everyone what a desperate little slut you are!"
Demelza's orgasm hit her like a hex. Her whole body convulsed in mid-air, her limbs jerking spasmodically as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around Harry's cock, milking him desperately as she screamed her release.
"FUCK! HARRY! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING ON YOUR COCK!"
Harry didn't slow down. He fucked her through her orgasm, his balls tightening as he felt his own release approaching. The sight of her floating there, completely at his mercy, her body shaking with pleasure as her pussy strangled his cock, it was too much.
"Going to fill you up," Harry warned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Going to pump this tight little cunt full of cum!"
"Do it!" Demelza begged, still trembling from her orgasm. "Fill me up! I want to feel it! I want to float here leaking your seed!"
Harry slammed forward one final time, burying himself as deep as possible as his cock exploded. Rope after rope of thick, hot cum flooded her pussy, painting her insides white as she moaned her appreciation.
"So much!" she gasped, feeling him pulse inside her. "I can feel it filling me up! So warm! So fucking much!"
Harry held her in place as he emptied himself completely, his cock throbbing with each wave of his release. When the last pulse finally subsided, he pulled out slowly, watching as a thick stream of his cum immediately began to leak from her thoroughly fucked hole.
Demelza floated there, utterly wrecked, her body limp and trembling in the air. His cum dripped from her gaping pussy, falling in pearly drops to the floor below.
"Holy shit," she breathed, a dazed smile on her face. "That was... that was incredible."
Harry found his trousers where she had dropped them and pulled them back on. "That's what happens when you steal a wizard's clothes," he said with a satisfied smirk.
"If that's the punishment," Demelza giggled weakly, still floating helplessly, "I might have to steal them again."
Harry reached up and grabbed her wrist, pulling her floating form down until he could wrap an arm around her waist. The movement made more of his cum leak out of her, dripping down her thighs.
"Come on," he said, guiding her toward the exit. "Let's get you back to Hermione. I'm sure she'll appreciate having someone else to squirm next to on those bar stools."
Demelza's laugh followed them out of the Levitation Gallery, her well-fucked body still trembling against his side. The strip club had given Harry yet another experience he would never forget.
Disclaimer: Harry returns to Hogwarts to complete his seventh year after defeating Voldemort. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).