Chapter 4: Climax
The morning sun sliced through the thinning clouds, casting its warm glow over the emerald grass of the Quidditch pitch. The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw first-year students stood nervously amongst their gear, their anticipation tangible in the air like the hushed whispers of spectators at a grand event. The air itself hummed with the energy of flying brooms, optionals, and nervous excitement.
Yuko, clad in her midnight blue robe, stood tall amongst her peers, her golden eyes alight with a mischievous glint. Elliot and Tamara approached her, the latter giving her a knowing smirk.
"So, Yuko, since you're a transfer student and all," Elliot began, "have you ever flown a broom before?"
"Yeah Yuko, how often are you supporting your weight with nothing but a broom handle between those short smooth legs of yours ?" Tamara added, smirking.
Yuko raised an eyebrow at Tamara, confused by her friend's suggestive tone. "I'm not sure I understand the phrasing," she said, furrowing her brow. "Is it perhaps an issue with the translation spell I am constantly under to be able to study here?" Yuko inquired, her tone innocent but her eyes betrayed the hint of confusion that lingered in her mind as she tried to decipher Tamara's often cryptic way of speech.
Elliot, despite his reputation as an excellent debater, often struggled when faced with Yuko's naivety. Seeing that he had attempted, and failed, to please her with his jest, he quickly changed the topic, hoping to distract her.
"I was asking if you have flown a broom before," asked Elliot, his voice lacking its usual blithe tone.
"Ah, that I understand! Yes, I have flown brooms before! Though it is not exactly the most captivating of activities in my experience. But animals, both magical and mundane , speak to a part of me that! "Well that's swell," replied Elliot, feigning interest, but with clear disappointment in his tone. "We shouldn't find it hard to! "
Elliot said, still trying to salvage the conversation.
Tamara, however, was not about to let it go. She looked at Yuko with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know, Yuko, animal riding can be very fun in my personal experience! I just recently tried it out for the first time, and I can confirm that it is a VERY enjoyable pastime!" Tamara said, emphasizing the last word and winking at her friend.
Yuko's face turned bright red, realizing what Tamara was implying. "Oh, um, that's nice?" she stammered, not quite sure how to react.
Tamara continued with a slight brush on her face, "I am quite curious about how fun it would be to ride some of the more exotic magical creatures. I heard that the Hungarian Horntail's prehensile tail can be quite an experience!"
Elliot shrugged in confusion and wondered off to let the girls talk, and Yuko gave a puzzled smile, her mind still trying to process what they were talking about. "I don't get it Tamara-san, I have ridden my fair share of animals in the past. But I don't know what you mean by riding the tail."
Yuko replied, her eyes still puzzled.
Tamara's face broke into a grin, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, I was just saying, some animals have unique features that make them interesting to ride," she said, her tone casual. "Like the Quibblings, for example, with their long, spindly legs. Or the Kneazles, with their powerful muscles and agility."
Yuko nodded, still not fully understanding Tamara's innuendo. "Yes, I have heard of those creatures. They do indeed possess interesting qualities," she said, her tone polite but slightly confused.
Elliot, who had been listening from a distance, walked back over to the group. "You two should come try out the brooms," he said, holding up his Nimbus 2000.
"You'll find it quite enjoyable. Plus, I could use some competition."
Elliot winked at them, his mischievous smirk still present, but Tamara immediately picked up on the double entendre.
She looked at Yuko and whispered, "He wants us to compete in riding brooms, since you said you have ridden them in the past why don't you hop on my broom first, Yuko."
Yuko hesitated for a moment, unsure of what Tamara was implying, but then shrugged and climbed onto the back of the broom. Tamara smirked and climbed on behind her, wrapping her arms around Yuko's waist.
"Okay, Yuko-san," Tamara whispered in her ear, "show me how to ride a broom like you do!"
Yuko nodded, gripping the broom tightly with her thighs as she kicked off from the ground. The wind whipped through her hair as she soared higher and higher into the sky, the castle looming beneath her.
Tamara couldn't help but notice that the broom seemed to be vibrating faster and harder the more it moved. She looked down at Yuko's legs, noticing that her thighs were clenched tightly around the broom handle.
"Yuko-san," Tamara said, trying to keep her voice casual, "is your broom always this...vibrate-y?"
Yuko looked back at her, confusion etched on her reddened face. "Wha- what do you mean, Tamara-san?" she asked panting slightly and wiggling her hips at the sensation of the broom vibrating between her legs.
Tamara bit back a grin, her heart pounding with excitement as she realized that Yuko was becoming aroused.
"Y-yes, it does seem rather...aggressive, doesn't it?" Yuko stuttered, gripping the broom handle tighter as the vibrations grew stronger.
"It's just the magic of the broomstick, I suppose. It's a bit intense, but I can handle it. I've had plenty of practice in the past."
Tamara couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at Yuko's words. She couldn't believe she was actually getting turned on by riding a broomstick. It was so cliche, yet so incredibly hot. She let out a small moan as she ground her hips against the broom, feeling the vibrations intensify with each movement.
Tamara couldn't help but feel a twinge of pleasure as she watched Yuko, her chest heaving as she rode the broom with growing intensity.
Meanwhile, Elliot watched the scene unfolding before him, his eyes fixed on the two girls as they rode the brooms. His mind raced with thoughts of what was happening between them. 'Are they really getting off on riding this thing, or is it just my dirty mind playing tricks on me?' He thought to himself.
He couldn't deny the growing bulge in his pants. Watching the girls, especially Yuko, with her long black hair flowing behind her and her legs gripping the broomstick, he couldn't help but imagine himself in her place.
"Yuko-san, maybe you should take a break," Tamara suggested, her voice low and husky. "You seem a bit flushed."
Yuko shook her head, still panting heavily as she continued grinding her soaking wet pussy against the broom, her breath hitching as Tamara's fingers trailed their way up her inner thighs.
"N-no, I'm just...excited." Yuko stammered, her heart pounding in her chest.
The broom beneath her began to hum even louder, the vibrations growing more intense as Tamara nudged her hands through the folds of Yuko's robes only to find Kori hidden in his small fox form, watching the scene with keen golden eyes.
Tamara smirked as she whispered in Yuko's ear, "Well, looks like you've already found your own way to enjoy riding a broom. Care to share?"
Yuko's face turned even redder as she shook her head, gripping the broom even tighter. "N-no, Tamara-san, I don't know what you mean," she stammered, her heart pounding faster than ever.
But Tamara wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily. She nudged Kori aside and slipped her hand further up Yuko's robe, her fingers grazing the soft folds of her pussy. Yuko gasped, her hands gripping the broom even tighter as Tamara began to stroke her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
"Tamara-san, what are you doing?" Yuko asked, her breath hitching as she tried to keep her balance.
"Hmm, oh this is just normal procedure for riding a broom in the west ," Tamara answered, her voice dripping with malice.
Yuko's heart raced as she felt Tamara's fingers dipping lower, tracing the entrance of her pussy before pushing two fingers inside her.
"H-how is this possible...I can feel the vibrations from the broom and Tamara's fingers inside me," Yuko thought to herself, her mind reeling from the new sensations.
She couldn't help but let out a soft gasp as Tamara began to stroke her g-spot in slow, deliberate circles. Yuko's mind raced as she tried to process the new sensations that coursed through her body. But then, she felt something else entirely. Kori, her Kuda-Gitsune familiar, had begun to crawl inside her.
At first, she felt a strange tickling sensation, almost like a feather being dragged along the walls of her pussy. But then, the tickling grew more intense, and she realized that Kori was inside of her. She couldn't see him, but she could feel his presence, his small form moving deeper and deeper inside of her.
Tamara seemed to sense the change in Yuko's breathing, the slight hitch in her gasps as Kori moved deeper inside of her. She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she whispered in Yuko's ear.
"Well, it seems like you are already quite rideable. And I wanna be on top."
Yuko looked back at her, her eyes wide and confused. "Ah, I think I have misinterpreted what you are saying, Tamara-san." Yuko replied, her face red with embarrassment.
But Tamara wouldn't let her off the hook that easily. She slipped her fingers deeper inside of Yuko, rubbing her thumb against her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Yuko gasped, her hips bucking against the broom as Tamara continued to pleasure her.
Tamara looked over at Elliot, who was watching the scene unfold with wide eyes. She gestured for him to come closer, and he hesitated for a moment before flying forward on his own broom.