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ALERT/WARNING: Their is SLASH, MALE/MALE, FEMALE/FEMALE, INCEST, THREESOME, BESTIALITY (maybe) and a lot of things that would make some of the most traditional people squirm in their pants. You have been warned. Don't like it, than their is a nice little button with an arrow on the top left of your screen that says "back". I don't want any Flamers criticizing my story since they were to stupid to not read the ALERT. Also, I will not be following the events of the HBP and DH books (6th and 7th for those who are confused).

Now that this has been posted, on to the story.

"Language" = parsaltongue

"Language" = spell

Cambion

Previously, on Cambion:

When he heard the door close, Harry started to laugh. A full-blown out laughter. That was incredible. He had finally did it.

He closed his eyes on the bed. Just before he fell in the arms of Morpheus, he thought 'Life was getting interesting!'.

Chapter 3: Old friends are great play-toys!

"Leo (The Lion) (fixed, fire, social): Keyword: "I will". The Leo person is creative, generous, proud, fun-loving, dramatic, dignified, theatrical, passionate, affectionate, ardent, ambitious, loves attention, independent, noble, a leader, sunny, naive, magnetic, kingly, and powerful. They can also sometimes be bossy, jealous, patronizing, promiscuous, snobbish, egotistical, boastful, over self-conscious, and arrogant. Leos like to think that they are special and important. They love attention, and will do anything to get it. Suitable occupations are where leadership, bossiness, and powerful self-assurance can be displayed; such as manager, director, social organizer, chairperson, acting, person of the year. In medical astrology Leo governs the heart and spine. In astrology Leo is ruled by the Sun. The sun sign dates for Leo are July 23 — August 22. The fire form of Leo is a controlled bonfire.

Fire Signs-Aries, Leo, and Sagittarius- Fire represents one's desires and creative energies. The Fire signs are associated with action, passion, energy, and heat, and people with a lot of fire in their make-up are confident, bright, warm, exciting, and easily take the initiative. In combination with the other elements, fire feels that earth will smother it, water will douse it, but air will fan and enliven it. It is the element of focus and prosperity.

Fixed signs (Taurus, Leo, Scorpio and Aquarius) are associated with focus, powerful concentration, individuality and determination. A person with a lot of Fixed qualities in their make up will be stable, penetrating, conservative, solid, purposeful, persevering, loyal and a little inflexible in their outlook"

Taken from "Astrological signs" article on Wikipedia. Where you can find anything for the right click.

Hermione was the easiest to gain. It was always the quite ones that were the minxes. Of course, if she wasn't with the weasel, then she was surrounded by the dusty books the in Black Library. Of course, those that weren't disposed due to their "dark nature". Ever since the 1750's, the ministry banned anything that was related with human blood as dark. Ever since Dumbledore had come to power, anything that was linked with old magic was considered dark. Tsk, tsk, what a naughty person the old man was. But maybe he did that in order to give favors to some students.

The bushy-haired girl was standing up, reading … a book. She had a slightly transparent-white shirt that showed the outline of what seemed to be a dark-red bra. Her mid-knee length skirt was pink, showing off the rest of her slim legs that had two scholar-brown shoes that encompassed her feet that contrasted with her small ankle-high, white socks. She had the look of the sexy-librarian down to the "t", and she was also the last first-class female slave he will create.

Harry, on the other hand, was wearing a simple white, long-sleeve shirt, blue jeans and black tennis shoes. His hair had the "just-got-out-of-bed" look. Added with his aura of lust, he was like an edible candy. A poisonous, dangerous, delicious candy for the mere mortals. He could have been compared, due to his ancestry, to the Apple that tempted Eve and Adam and had thrown them out of the garden of Eve. He was the slippery serpent, the traitorous apple and the poisoned candy all rolled in one. And his once-upon-a-time friends will now be kicked out of Paradise due to believing the false truth of the so-called god who blamed his creation, the serpent, to his advantages.

The black-haired half-demon preferred cock and ass to wet, tight little pussies. But, oh well, you can't have everything that you want. Mione was the final experiment in the female department. She did always like to experiment. He quietly moved behind her, angling his body so that the subject couldn't escape. Not that she would be able to. Poor, little prey. So lost to the world because of one little mistake.

"Hello Hermione", he whispered sensually to her. The girl turned around while gasping.

"Ha-Harry! What are you doing here?"

He stepped in closer. Trapping her between him and the bookcase. "Did you know Hermione, that all work and no play makes a girl very, very dull?" He put his leg between hers, opening them while rubbing his crotch on her thighs. One hand started to alternate between squeezing her breast and rubbing it. The other laid beside her head on some dusty old books. "Why don't we have a bit of fun while Ron is away? He can join us afterwards." He slowly started to nibble on her neck, starting from the visible part of her neck and ascending towards a spot in the ear that most people were sensible too.

"No, please, Harry! Don't do it! I don't want to!" Hermione moaned, arching her back slightly to get more friction. "He could come any minute now in the room." Her body betrayed though. Her nipples came to attention, showing through her shirt, his leg was getting moist from the rubbing he had done on her clit, …. O~h yes, Hermione wanted more. She wanted to cheat on her boyfriend and have sex with others without the red-headed knowing it. She especially wanted to have Harry have a go at her, all in the name of fame.

"Well, we will have to be quick, right?" The green-eyed cambion said. "Or if he comes, he can join us." He bit dawn in a spot right behind the neck that made a groan come forth from the withering girl. Sucking a bit, he started to hump her leg, giving his lower anatomy some relief. His hands had somehow found a way under the shirt and were massaging the breasts, slipping under her red bra.

Harry knew that Ron wouldn't join them. He had passed an "empty" room on his way to the library. The tingling of a spell had made him aware that something was up. He was ready to bet that Ron and Ginny followed religiously a pureblood tradition a bit to much. He had between an hour or three before the red-headed emerged to satisfy his libido with his girlfriend after spending time with Ginny.

Shaking slightly his head, he started to concentrate, once again, to the task at hand. He gently pulled down her skirt. Showing of a cute, lacy underwear that matched her bra. Hermione gave a little breathy gasp. One of Harry's hand left her small mounts to stroke her, making small circular movements on the already moist place.

"Pl … please, Ha - Harry! St-Stop … Stop it! Do, … aaaaah … don't, … OH! … tease me." she barely got out. The only reply she got was a chuckle.

The panties joined the skirt on the floor, soon with the shirt and the bra. Hermione's body followed the same route on the floor, in the middle of all her clothes. Harry only unzipped his jeans, his cock standing to attention since he had gone commando. He bended down on the floor. Tongue replaced hand, mimicking the future movements that would be done with something bigger. Pumping in and out, going faster and faster and faster until it was like a pistol that entered and exited the weeping cunt. Both hands were holding the waist so that it wouldn't moved, while the rest of the body underneath couldn't stop withering. The two slim legs encompassed the strong body that dominated them, forcing the head to go as deep as it can go. Sensing she was about to climax, Harry stopped his ministrations and stood up, away from the trembling body.

"Now Mione, would you do me a favour?"

"Yes, anything, just please, give me something." panted the fallen-girl, feeling the emptiness in her, her juice slightly spilling out on her legs, making her hole clenching, trying to find something.

"Anything? Well, when you are about to climax, say 'I will be your slave master.', understood? Can you do that little prey?"

"Yes, yes, yes.", she weeped. "Just please, do something." Her fingers were in her, trying to replace the lost tongue.

Harry kneeled, slapped the hand away from her. "Ah, ah, ah! Naughty, naughty. You don't get to touch yourself unless I tell you to, slave." His wand slid out of his sleeve, an idea had formed in his head that he desperately wanted to do. He had a gift, on top of his heritage, why not use it? He muttered "Serpensortia" and a large green garden snake slid out of it.

"Who has dared to snatch me away from my nest?" hissed the reptile.

"I dared, little one. I am a Speaker, thus your master. Every order I give you, you must obey me." the cambion hissed-replied.

If snakes' eyes could pop out, those eyes would have. "Forgive me, Speaker. I did not know you had summoned me. What must I do?"

"H-Harry? What are you doing? Are you, … are you speaking in parsaltongue?"

He ignored her. "You see that female in heat? I want you to put your tail or your head in her cavern that's wet. Go as far as you can, and went you can't go any farther, come back. Do this trip many times, until I tell you to stop. You can go anywhere in the cavern as long as you don't hurt her. Make it pleasurable for her."

"As you wissssssh, Speaker." The snake replied. The reptile started to slither forward to Hermione.

"Harry? Harry, what are you doing?" cried out the scared girl. "Please Harry, what did you say to the snake?" She started to get up as quickly as possible, trying to escape the snake. But, as soon as she could get up, a blue light touched her. Her body was glued to the floor, her hands bound by some invisible force over her head, her legs spread out as far as she possible could without hurting her. Only her head could move freely with her hips and back but not enough for her to move 'away' from the reptile. "Harry? What…", she faltered slightly. "What are you doing?"

"Relax Mione. I'm going to try a little experiment. It's seems a bit scary but I promise you, it will be pleasurable. The reason why I froze you is that I don't want you to get hurt because of some sudden movement." The snake had arrived near the clit. Sensing it was no longer wet, he made his forked tongue lick the cavern. Pleasure rocked through the girl's body. Her body arched a bit. The snake continued to use its tongue to lick around the clit, on the surface and sometimes, teasingly went inside in the midst of the soft folds. Those actions created moans and mewls from the body. Hermione wanted to restrain herself, wanted to restrain those sounds. After playing with the "cavern", the garden-green snake slowly pushed his head to enter, soon followed by the rest of his body. Once he entered as far as possible, he slowly started to pull out. The action was repeated in a slow, languorous motion, torturing the owner.

"Oooooo." howled Hermione. "Yes, yes, yes! Feels so good. I can feel it in me. Yes, … oh, … feels so good. Oh god, … yeah, … mmh, … feels great. OH! Don't stop, … please don't stop master." The litany continued while the snake did at is was ordered. It went in and out in a regular movement, wriggling around to be comfortable, picking a slightly faster tempo, sensing that the cavern would be moister if he did.

The babbling that came out of the brunette was music to Harry's ears. For once, her voice wasn't annoying with that continues strings of words with useless information. It was almost, … melodious. A hymn that was sung towards his family-line in honor of the demon-founder. A song that celebrated her last moments of freedom.

Blood pounded in his sex, engorging it making it thicker and bigger than from his limp form, the effects amplifying what his right hand was doing. The adrenaline was making him light-headed. The thrill of the what he was doing, forbidden by society, made him high. He wanted to do more. Continue the torture her, magnifying it, give back what she made him feel with interest. Make her suffer like she had done with him by ignoring all the signs of abuse. Betraying him by spying for the headmaster. Payback was a bitch and she was — no, is — an excellent friend of his.

With his left hand, he picked up his wand that had dropped to the floor at some point or another. His right one continuing the jerking movement on his penis. "Serpensortia" was muttered again, making a clone of the first snake appear. "You see your brother? See him going back-and-forth in that wet cave? Join him. Make that cave larger by sliding in and out with your brethren."

"As you wish, Speaker." replied the snake. He too slithered towards the girl. Said girl was to occupied to see the second animal. She tensed when she felt something else enter her.

"No. Please no. Please, … stop." she whimpered, fear cursing through her body. Her reply was a sinister laugh. Her blood turned cold at the sound. "H-Harry? Harry? Harry!" Her voice was nearly shrieking. The laugh continued.

"Sweet, naive, innocent Her-mio-ne." Her name was drawled out. "Don't you trust me? Did I ever do anything that merit the suspicion that I would dare hurt you? Unless … ." The waiting was excruciating for the prey.

"Unless what?"

"Unless, you have done something that would make you think that I would want to hurt you? You wouldn't betray me, right? You are one of my best friends, aren't you?" She couldn't reply to the questioning.

By then, the second serpent had already breached her entrance. The first was already half way in her. The bushy-haired girl moaned, then froze. The dual sense was weird. It felt good but at the same time it hurt. She couldn't decide what she felt.

"Both of you, enter the cave to the maximum together. Make sure she isn't hurt. Don't move until I tell you."

"Yes, master." They proceeded to do what the speaker said.

She started to relax, getting used to the size. "O-ok, you can tell them to move. It doesn't hurt anymore." She saw her best 'friend' nod.

"You may move. Slowly, then go progressively faster."

"As you wish, Speaker." Snake n°1 started to go back while his twin started to go forward. Then they reversed the motion. The liquid in Hermione serving as lubricant to facilitate the movement between the two bodies. It took a couple of seconds before both bodies found a perfect rhythm. When one was nearly fully out, the other was all the way in, and vice-versa. They wiggled inside from time to time to help stretch the hole so that it wasn't that uncomfortable.

Hermione started to feel, once more, pleasure singing through her body. Hips started to move, instinctually trying to gain more of the sensation. The folds clenching around the two warm bodies. Her hands playing with her breasts, alternating between pinching and rolling her erect nipple or massaging and fondling them with her hands. Little cries came out hoarse from her very used mouth, alternating with her pleading to her captor. "Merlin! … Please, … more, more, I need something. Please Harry, …give me something more. Ah! … Oh god, … please Harry, … don't leave, … OH! …leave me like this. … P-put your cock in me. …Please, … g-give, … yeah, … give it to me. YesyesyesYES!. … Fuck me! … Fuck me to oblivion. … Please, … I-I, … fuck, … I n-need it so much. … Please … ."

How could Harry refuse such a request? A clear "Finite Incantatem" was heard throughout the library. Both snakes disappeared in the middle of a movement while Hermione could move once more. Her fingers started to go towards her pussy, but she remembered that Harry didn't want her to. Said wizard noticed the slight hesitance and smirked at the action.

"Good girl!" Three fingers entered the loose area. "Very good. I believe that this merits a reward. But before, …" his fingers stopped mid-way in her. "What do you have to say when you have your orgasm?"

"I will be your slave master." She replied instantly. "Please Harry, put your cock in me. Fuck me, fuck me hard and fast. I need it. Please."

He sat on his knees, poised and ready to plunge into her. He was so hard, ready to burst just after she would orgasm. He knew he could hold it. He had to if he wanted to enslave her. He still hadn't taken off any of his clothes! Only his cock was out through the opened-zipper. Lifting her waist up a bit, he plunged in one fluid mouvement into her, knowing that his preperations would loosen her enough to accept without to much trouble or hurt. Her moan gave him the answer he was searching for. He still waited a couple of minutes, just in case, so that she wouldn't complain.

"It's ok Harry. You can move. Please, move!"

He obeyed one of her last free-wishes. His hips started to move. Strongly, fastly and regurlarly, his lower half moving like a piston. He bent down and started to suckle on one of her breast, his hands placed on her hips holding her in place so that he can fuck her hard. The zipper of his jeans slightly chaffing around the area, making it even more pleasurable to the abused, red zone.

"Yes, … yes, … yes, … YES! I'm so close. … Harry, … Harry, … oh, … Merlin! So good. … I'm gonna cum. … I'm gonna cum. … Harry, … Master, … YES! … Fuck. … Ohgodohgodohgod. … I will be your slave master!" She orgasmed just mere seconds after finishing her sentence. Tightening hard around Harry's shaft. One, two, three more thrusts before Harry exploded in her under the time limit.

Like Ginny, he felt his magic link there souls together. The visible sign, a red-wing birthmark, appeared on her thigh very near her pussy. He waited a bit to catch his breath, watching the mixture of his cum with hers that was trickling out. Once he regain his bearing, he slid down so that his mouth was, once more, in front if the wet entrance. He licked the exterior sensually until he felt that Hermione was getting wet once more. "Obey my will, slave." He felt her slackening. Looking up, he saw two glassy-brown eyes staring at him, waiting for instructions.

"The password is 'slut-worm'. Now, listen carefully to my instructions. Go see Ginny and Ron. They are in the third room on the left. Tell them that we need to see them in the Library for a project concerning the destruction of Voldemort. Once they have both entered, stun Ron, lock the doors and silence the room."

"Yes master" She went towards the doors still naked.

"Hermione?"

"Yes master?" Hand stopping just mere inches from the doorknob.

"Put on some clothes before going to see them. And while I'm on the subject, act like your usual self."

"Thanks Harry, I completely forgot about my clothes." She said a bit self-consciously. Quickly, she dressed herself, used her wand to fix her hair and correct her clothes. Making her look as she was forty-five minutes ago: the pristine. She left with a slight swinging of her hips.

While she went to do his bidding, Harry was cleaning up the Library. The stains on the carpet was cleaned with a couple of spells. A wave of a wand made the books, that fell during the fucking, go back in there respective places. Some solid-silk ropes were transfigured out of stray pages. Stepping back, he looked at the room. Nothing seemed out of place for when Ron came in. He sat down in the middle of the room in plain view of the double doors.

Some time after, the trio came in. Ron, cocky as ever, swaggered in the first. Ginny followed soon after, her hair still mussled and lips swollen from the abuse of kisses. Hermione came in last, wand out so discretely that you had to face her for a couple of minutes to see it.

"You wanted to see us Harry?" said the voice from the other man of the room. "What's the secret project that you and Hermione were working on without Ginny and I?" Jealousy could be heard clearly from the question.

"Ron, Ron, Ron. Hermione and I did the boring stuff. That is the research. I do believe that you wouldn't have liked it. The boring part is over and the fun practical part starts now. You can participate in it too. Hermione?"

"Yes Harry?"

"Would you please do the spell on Ron now? I was quite clear on my instructions, wasn't I?" It wasn't anger but it was more than displeasure at the bushy-haired girl.

"I'm sorry. I was busy warding the room while you informed Ron of all the details. Stupefy." The red light hit the wizard so fast that he didn't even had time to react. Ginny jumped at the action.

"WHAT ARE YO …"

She started to yell but was interrupted by the half-demon's sharp "Red-bitch. Slut-worm". Her body slackened instantly and her eyes acquired the glassy like tone that mirrored her counterpart's right next to her. "Ladies, lay Ron down on the floor and use the ropes to tie spread him out. Don't forget to take his clothes off."

"Yes master." They intoned together. A flick of a wand, a body rose. Hermione levitated her boyfriend towards the center of the room where two tables were neighbors but far enough to put a body. Ginny had already her wand out, waiting for her brother to be put down so that she could tie him up. Another flick, and he was naked as the day he was born.

Tall and gangly, the green-eyed demon wondered how could Ron gain all the ugly genes of the family. His dick was round, fat but small (the smallest he had seen). No wonder he never masturbated with other boys in the dorm. He was to ashamed of his size. Harry swallowed. He didn't like what he saw but he had to do it. He wanted to use his best "friends" and "girlfriend" as the tools that would bring the Wizarding World down as well as Voldemort. "Let's begin." He uttered dejectedly.

- Cambion -

September first had come. The day where Hogwarts will be taken by the storm that was the Potter Heir. The day where the wizarding world would rue the day they were so fickle, bringing the attention and ire of a creature that was relatively peaceful. The day where the dark age of the Wizarding kind enslaved all the other magical beings was finished. A new Era will start. Like Merlin who changed his time, Harry will too.

The day started with Harry waking up in the arms of Samael. The Death-angel came every night for the past week to help the black-haired boy integrate the knowledge that was in his gene. It was like knowing the theory, but you have to practice to know and see the effects. The hazzle-eyes man showed Harry how to do some positions, either on himself or Harry. For the female counterparts, they used Hermione and Ginny. Ron was sometimes used but he was physically not that beautiful whether it was his face or under the belt. Harry was disgusted by the act of enslavement he had to do. He swore that next year, he would program Ginny and Hermione to enslave him every 48 hours. No way would he do it again.

The green-eyed boy felt content, safe, happy, … emotions he wanted to feel ever since his parents had died, but he had been to young to remember those feelings. When he was growing up with the Dursleys, he knew he was missing something, had a hole in his heart, but he didn't know what. Now, in Samael's arms, he felt whole. He sighed, borrowing deeper into the warmth, not wanting to get up. A chuckle was heard. A deep baritone voice, still a bit husky from the slumber he we in, said :

"I'm still sure you may have been a cat in the past."

Not wanting to open his eyes, he replied. "But that doesn't give you the right to call me kitten, kitty-cat or any other sort of pet-names that have reference to a small feline, or any type of feline come to think of it." A hand started to pet his hair, still jet-black like the starless, night sky. Harry relaxed under those ministrations. Even if Samael came for the past week, last night was the only night they had spend it together with no outside interference in any way, whether it was for lessons or not.

But far to soon, a knock rang through the calm and silent morning, shattering it like glass. The voice of the traitorous red-haired mother echoed, telling Harry to "Wake up or he'll be late for the train." The half-demon groaned. Time to get up and leave this perfect moment. He rose from the comfortable position, feeling the cold of an early autumn morning. Nimbly, he went towards the closet to get some clothes on, going across the room naked as he was born.

His ancestor watched with a small smile, still in bed with the covers covering his lower-half while he laid across the headboard. Eyes roamed across the younger body, sweet and young, similar but not completely to his own. The older man wanted that body so much, one more time before he had to leave. It would be more difficult to join him at Hogwarts due to the security. But Harry had told him that they are secret passages in the school. Ways to come and go from the school that even the headmaster wouldn't spy on. They would find a way. He had so much to teach the young boy so that he could take his place in the demon world as his nephew and heir. The war in hell killed his last worthy heir and he needed a new one.

Harry finished dressing himself. He turned and sent a sultry look towards Samael, said demon growled. "Leave kitten or you'll be late."

The young man scowled when he heard the nickname. "I'm not a kitten!" His face softened, going to a sadder expression. "I'll miss you during our time apart."

"I know. But you'll think of me every time you put your fingers in that sweet little hole, when you get some new slaves, when you impale yourself on that ditto that resembles to my own cock, when said ditto is stretching your mouth, when …"

"Stop it!" hissed out Harry, eyes dark green with lust, face red. "Please! I don't want to relieve myself on any of the slaves, or create new ones. And my right hand is too tired to wank."

"Use your left." came the lazy, amused reply.

"Wanker", Harry hissed out with a slight parsaltongue accent.

"You love me anyway."

"Yes, yes I do." He went towards the Fallen-angel to curl next to him. Wanting to feel the safety of his arms before facing the cold, dark dangerous world outside.

"You should go. We don't want the old-goat to be suspicious."

"Don't want to. Want to stay here." He curled into an even tighter ball, borrowing in the covers, not caring that his clothes would get wrinkled. He could use a spell to make them back pristine.

"I know, I know. But think, the sooner you go there, the quicker you will implant the plan and the sooner you can leave. Many of us are waiting for you to act."

He scowled. "You don't have to remind me. I'm going."

"Good. I'll send you new books to read once you have finished the other ones I have gave you. I will be introducing you to the demon society, after this, as my heir. I would be rather, … displeased if you humiliate either me or the family in any way."

"Yes sir. I won't fail you. Not if I can help it."

Samael patted his head. "I know that you won't. But still, a little warning never hurted anybody before."

The knocking rang once more. More insitant, more insidious. More terrifying.

Harry got up. Fixed himself with his magic and was ready to face the music. Turning one last time, he tried to master his so-many-times grandfather's face. "Goodbye." he uttered sadly. "Until we can see each other again."

"Don't worry kitten. You will be seeing me or some other part of the family soon. Now go. Show the world the true terror of the Potter family."

Harry crossed the door. His trunk floated beside him. Ready to take on the world with the fire and passion of Hell.

One small step for him. One giant step for the demon realm.

- Cambion -

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