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Lycanthropy was... less than ideal, if Lavender had to put it kindly. The craving for rare meat was tolerable, even if it was doing a number on her figure (Not that Harry or Parvati seemed to mind), but everything else was awful.
She could hardly go out in public anymore. Most other wizard treated her with suspicion and revulsion, turning her away from their shops or refusing to hire her. Hermione, Harry, and the twins were doing everything they could to fight for werewolf rights, with Harry even throwing his name as the Boy-Who-Lived to expedite the process, but Lavender felt low all the same. At least she could traverse and work in the mundane world freely, even if her scars got her some looks. If nothing else, it was funny seeing the reactions of children bold enough to ask about them that a werewolf had done it. Hermione would probably say she was riding the line of the Statute of Secrecy, but Lavender didn't care. The Wizarding World could bite her for all she cared.
While home was better, it wasn't without its kinks. Lavender was dealing with a slew of new instincts and habits, and for as much as Harry and Parvati reassured her that it wouldn't bring a wedge between them, they were clearly struggling to handle it. In the months since Lavender had returned from St. Mungo's, she had torn up more books than she could count and had been caught gnawing on their shoes enough times that she had to lock the closet doors to stop herself. But most egregiously, and what had finally pushed Parvati to packing up and staying with Padma until she calmed down was-
"You peed!" Parvati shrieked. "All over our laundry! And our bed! And in my new boots! What could have possibly led you to do something so... so...!"
"I was marking our territory," a cowed Lavender mumbled.
Parvati looked fit to burst. But before she could explode, Harry hurriedly suggested the two needed space for a while. Parvati readily volunteered and left to pack what few unsoiled things she had.
"She just needs some time to calm down," Harry said, pulling her into a hug.
"I know," Lavender groaned. "This is so stupid! I wish we could just cure this!"
Whatever Harry was about to say next was cut off by Parvati's distant scream. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking what Lavender had done. Lavender blushed and looked at her feet.
"I... may have marked her bag... and her coats... and some more of her shoes. I just didn't want anyone mistaking her for Padma!" She blushed even further. "You might want to wash your quidditch uniforms too."
That had been a week ago. Parvati was still gone, but had at least swung by to make sure Lavender knew she wouldn't be angry forever. Lavender and Harry had also finished cleaning the house top to bottom, though Lavender's scent still lingered for her and anyone with enhanced senses. But now, Lavender was dealing with a new problem.
She was horny.
Whenever the full moon approached, Lavender went into heat. For the week leading up to its rise and the week after, Lavender was an absolute mess. A roiling lust filled her, leaving her sweating and shaking until she finally dealt with it. She would hump her pillow, the table, her partners, anything to make it go away, but nothing worked. Her dick would throb painfully until her heat had finally ended.
The dick had initially been an upside to her affliction. Before the attack, Lavender had been average sized, but her dick was now as thick as a soda can and nearly a full foot long. Up until her first heat, it had been amazing watching Parvati and Harry slobber over her upgraded member, both of them play fighting over who got to be speared by it first. It had been the one bright spot of the whole mess.
But now, she was erect enough times in the day that she had to stop wearing panties, lest her massive cock stretch them out. Lavender always shut herself up in the guest room whenever she was in heat, both to stop herself from fucking Parvati and Harry until the sun burned out and to stop herself from leaving cum stains everywhere. Harry hadn't said it, but she knew he hadn't been pleased the last time she had done so.
She had humped the pillows enough times that they had holes in them, then stroked herself until her wrists ached. The room stunk of sweat and sex, but her cock sprung back to life each time. It was still preferable to her first heat, when she'd had Harry and Padma tie her to a chair and watch them fuck for an hour. It was something they had done before, but Lavender was so horny and pent up that time that ir wasn't long until she was sobbing and wailing their safe word at the top of her lungs.
She growled behind her ball gag. She would have rather died and buy and actual dog toys, so this had been her attempt to fix her chewing problem. Right now, she was frustrated enough that she might bite right through the gag. She needed to fuck! Not a pillow, not a hand, but something she could actually stick her cock into fuck the life out of! She thought of grabbing Harry by his slender waist, digging her hand into his plump ass and fucking him until he saw stars.
Her cock stirred, and she let out a frustrated sigh. This was getting her nowhere. Maybe some food might take her mind off things. Still gnawing on her gag, Lavender stalked out of the guest room.
The kitchen proved fruitless. Her meat cravings were in full swing, but she didn't dare chance using the stove with her cock hanging over it. That was a trip to St. Mungo's that she really didn't need in her life. She couldn't just eat raw meat either. Well, she could, but that felt like a step too far. At that point, she might as well live in the woods and terrorize the deer and bunny population.
Lavender was on the verge of crying now. Everyone treated her like a danger, Parvati was mad at her, and her stupid libido was making everything worse. She passed by her, Parvati, and Harry's room. Harry sat at the foot of the bed, unaware of his visitor as he painted his nails. He looked so cute in his hair rollers and his pink kitten pajamas. The pajamas were big on him, as Lavender had passed them on once she realized she couldn't fit them anymore. Harry had fussed about the rollers at first, only to end up wearing them so often that it rare to see him without curls.
Harry was positively adorable, especially compared to how ridiculous Lavender looked now. Her face was red and sweaty, her rod was at full mast and drooling precum on the floor, and her only clothes were her gag and an old crop top.
Without meaning to, she whined pitifully. Harry looked up from his nails and was met with a Lavender on the verge of tears. He screwed the polish shut and met his partner in the doorway.
"Oh, Lav," he said as he hugged her. "Is the heat getting to you?"
Lavender hugged him tightly, only just resisting the urge to stick her dick between his thighs and start humping. She nodded sadly, breathing in as much of his shampoo - Lavender scented, funnily enough - as she could.
"Want me to make it better?"
She nodded again, though she doubted Harry could really do anything. Nonetheless, she let him lead her to the foot of the bed. She sat down and sullenly spread her legs, knowing what Harry was going to do. Harry got to his knees are wrapped his half painted fingers around her cock. Gently, he began pressing chaste kisses against her shaft, his tongue darting out and licking it every few seconds.
Getting her dick sucked was always an experience when it came to her partners. Alone, Harry preferred a gentle teasing approach, with lots of kissing and tongue flicks before finally swallowing as much as he could. Even with Lavender's old cock, he could never swallow a full load, so Lavender was gifted the sight of Harry covered in her spunk. Parvati preferred to show off when she was sucking Lavender off. She spat on Lavender's cock as much as she could to lube it up, then choked down as much as she could, making sure to leave a ring of lipstick to show how far she had gotten. Padma was more straight forward, choosing to switch between sucking Lavender's cock and jacking her off whenever her jaw got sore. Whenever Lavender came, Padma would swallow as much as she could, but always kept a mouthful for when she kissed Lavender afterwards.
It was even better when two of them were together. Harry and Parvati almost always worked together, with one taking Lavender's cock while the other gargled her nuts. That always ended with Lavender blowing her load over their faces, then watching the two make out in front of her. The few times Lavender got the twins to blow her together, they always fought over her cock. The would push and shove, each trying to prove which was best at polishing her dome. Eventually, one would get fed up, grab the other's hair, and use her mouth as a fleshlight for Lavender, only to pull her twin away and swallow ever drop of Lavender's cum. Padma was surprisingly greedy when she and Harry were together. She refused to let Harry have a go, leaving him to lick whatever she couldn't fit in her throat. She'd swallow some cum, give Lavender the rest, then spit whatever was left into Harry's mouth.
Her cock throbbed at the thought of each scenario. Lavender usually loved Harry's slower way of doing things, but it was driving her crazy tonight. Her swollen cock needed more. More than pillows, more than her hands, more than Harry teasingly kissing her head.
Her mind flashed back to the one of the first times the twins had double teamed her.
"Greedy fucking slut," Parvati had growled, grabbing the back of her sister's head. "If you want her dick so bad, then why don't you choke on it!"
She shoved Padma's head forward, forcing her to swallow it until her nose was smashed against Lavender's neatly trimmed bush. She was still inexperienced at oral at the time. Her gag reflex kicked in. Her gag reflex kicked in, and Lavender nearly came then and there from the way Padma's throat convulsed around her. Parvati pulled Padma back and slammed her back down. On she went until tears were rolling down Padma's face as she gasped for air.
"I'M CUMMING!" Lavender shrieked.
Parvati pulled Padma away and shoved her to the side, then swallowed Lavender's cock whole. Lavender came harder than she had in weeks. She bit her lip hard enough that it bled as her seed shot down Parvati's throat.
"Bitch," Padma coughed. "I did all the work."
"If that's true, then why did I get the reward?" Padma asked smugly, patting her full tummy.
Yes, Lavender thought, biting her gag so hard it made her jaw ache. That's what I need!
Another urge came over her in full force and Lavender, too swept up by her still-building libido, was a slave to her heat. Instinct took over before she could stop herself. As the tip of her cock slid into Harry's mouth, Lavender hastily threaded her fingers through his hair, dislodging his rollers in the process. Harry barely had time to wonder what was happening before Lavender yanked him forward. Harry was still getting used to Lavender's new cock, and hadn't managed to swallow much of it yet. Lavender was too horny to care. 'Get dick in hole' had become her mission, and she'd be damned if she failed.
She got to her feet, still gripping Harry's hair as though her life depended on it. She slammed her hips - Once, twice, thrice - each thrust forcing her cock further and further down Harry's throat. If anyone walked in on them, they would have seen it bulging from how thick Lavender was. Drool leaked past Lavender's ball gag. She moaned loudly in relief and began pounding even harder. Fuck, Harry was even tighter than she remembered!
Harry's vision was starting to blur. Lavender's shaft didn't exactly leave much room for air. He slapped at Lavender's thighs, hoping to get her to at least dial it back before he passed out. But Lavender's mind had fully succumbed to pleasure. All she could think about was how nice it felt to finally satisfy her heat.
Suddenly, Lavender began pulling back. Not out. Her cock remained in the back of Harry's mouth, just a quick thrust away from plowing back down his gullet, but it was enough to let Harry gulp down as much air as he could. He could hear Lavender snarling and panting above him. Warm, thick drool leaked past her gag and dripped onto Harry. He chanced a look up and saw a wild look in Lavender's eyes. Her fists tightened until Harry thought he might be scalped. He felt her cock swelling again. At the edge of his vision, he could see a thick bulb inflating near the base of her penis. Suddenly, he thought back to a conversation with Parvati.
"Werewolves have knots," she said one morning. Lavender had just left for work, but Parvati and Harry still had time before they had to leave. "Did you know that? These big, veiny things that makes sure they stay locked in their mates when they cum."
Harry grimaced. "It sounds painful."
"It does," she agreed, sounding strangely wistful. "Could you imagine? A werewolf in the throes of their heat, ravaging your body until they were finally ready to cum? Jamming that massive cock inside of you, and then that even bigger knot until you feel like you'll split in half?"
"Parvati? Do you want Lavender to do that to you?"
Parvati looked abashed. "Ah, well... Not necessarily Lavender. It's been a fantasy I've had for a long time. She knows about it, of course. You know we told each other everything in school. But I wouldn't ask her to. Not after seeing how much she's struggling with her changes." She paused for beat, then grinned. "But it would be fun, wouldn't it? Lavender's already so big now. Her knot must be massive!"
Harry didn't quite get the appeal, but to each their own he supposed.
Harry's eyes went as wide as dinner plates. Lavender and Parvati had talked him into enough that he knew he'd end up taking Lavender's full cock eventually, but he didn't think it would be through his mouth! He tried to pull back, but Lavender's grip on his hair tightened even further. What happened next felt like slow motion. Lavender's hips pulled back, nearly pulling her cock free of Harry's mouth. Then, with as much force as she could, she slammed them forward once more.
Her cock rocketed down Harry's throat and choked him once more. Her knot pressed against his lips as she tried to get it in. She pulled back again. Her next thrust managed to get just a little further. Further still on the next, and the next, and the next until its widest point was almost in. With each thrust, Harry's jaw ached fiercely as it widened more and more, and he was worried Lavender might knock some of his teeth loose. He tried in vain to bite down on Lavender, hoping the pain would knock her back to her senses, but he simply couldn't close his mouth enough to do so.
Lavender's knees were shaking with anticipation. This was the relief she had been looking for these past few days! The relief she had been looking for in all her previous heats! With an all mighty roar, Lavender thrust her hips harder than she ever had before. Her knot thundered past Harry's lips and lodged itself firmly in his mouth. The shock of it was enough that Harr lost control and came in his pajamas. His brain practically melted out of his ears. Any thoughts before now had vanished in the wake of Lavender finally hilting herself inside him.
Her fingers left his now messy hair. Lavender sat back in the bed, her animalistic growls subsiding in favor of needy panting and whining. Her hands dug into the bed sheets as she savored the feeling of her new cock sleeve. One hand reached under her crop top and began groping her breast. The other ran through Harry's curls, far more gently than they had previously. Harry's throat spasmed once more, and it was all Lavender needed to end things.
Immediately, Lavender's nuts emptied themselves. Her cock pulsed as it shot wave after wave of her hot cum down Harry's throat. Harry felt as though he might burst from how much he was being forced to swallow. After what felt like an eternity, Lavender finally finished cumming. She slumped back on the bed, a half conscious Harry still stuck on her cock.
That was easily the best blowjob she had gotten in ages. Her heat hardly felt like it could be called that now. She was still horny, but it felt far more manageable now. She shut her eyes, ready for the first good night's sleep in a long while.
"Lavender?! Harry?!"
She shot up and looked towards the door. Parvati and Padma stood wide eyed, taking in the scene in front of them.
Padma entered first, kneeling down to check on Harry. She ran her fingers along his jaw, and when she was sure that it wasn't broken, moved her hand down to his belly. It was rounder than it had been the last time she had seen him, filled to the brim and then some with Lavender's cum. She briefly considered trying to pull him off Lavender, then thought better of it when she saw Lavender's cock bulging in his throat.
"Great Merlin," she murmured. "How on earth did he manage to take the whole thing?!"
Lavender was fully brought back to her senses now and terrified. Parvati hadn't said a word, still staring at her partners. Her eyes kept flitting between Lavender's crotch and the gag in her mouth. Finally, Parvati came closer. She gulped when she saw Harry's throat, then undid Lavender's gag. Lavender's jaw hurt, but she figured it was nothing compared to how Harry must have felt.
"P-Parvati, I- The heat was just too much, and Harry tried to help but-" She was cut off by Parvati leaning down and kissing her.
"As soon as that thing deflates," she began, her voice husky, "we're going to make sure Harry is okay. After that, you are sticking every inch of that monster inside of me. I don't care where. Okay?"
It turned out she was hornier than she thought. Her dick throbbed once more as she nodded excitedly. For his part, Harry moaned quietly.