You're the predator right up until you're prey
The first time it happened was in Grimmauld Place, two weeks before the start of their fifth year. Ron and Harry were roughhousing in their shared bedroom, both still in high spirits from Harry's recent victory during the Ministry's unjust disciplinary hearing.
The next thing they knew, Ron was sitting on the edge of his bed, trousers around his ankles, and Harry kneeled between his spread legs to suck his cock. Harry pulled on his own hard cock with furious strokes as though suddenly possessed and it didn't take long for both of them to come with soft groans.
Harry eagerly swallowed a mouthful of semen while a wave of tantalizing satisfaction washed over him, giving him a rich sense of pleasure such as he'd never felt before.
Afterwards they sat on opposite beds and stared at each other with wide, confused eyes.
"Not sure where that came from," Ron mumbled, running a hand through his hair.
"Me neither. Wasn't bad, though," Harry said, wanting to make clear that no matter how it happened, he didn't regret it. It had felt really, really good.
"No, no," Ron said quickly. "Wasn't bad at all."
Before Harry could say anything else, Mrs Weasley called them down for breakfast and no more was said on the matter for a while.
The second time it happened was three days later, when Harry went to talk to Sirius in Sirius' childhood bedroom. One moment they were sitting side by side on Sirius' bed, talking about Harry's parents, while Sirius ruffled Harry's hair, and the next moment Harry was on his knees again, this time with Sirius' rock hard cock in his mouth.
The intense feeling of overwhelming pleasure was even greater now. Harry jerked himself off as roughly as he could and came with a sharp cry, thankfully muffled by Sirius' cock. Sirius shot his release down Harry's throat a few moments later and fell back onto the bed with a clearly conflicted groan.
"What the hell," Harry muttered as he put his soft cock away. What happened with Ron could be explained by overexcited teenagers falling prey to their overwhelming hormones. But this was completely different. This was Sirius, Harry's godfather. "Why does this keep happening?"
Sirius pushed himself up and gave Harry a wide-eyed look. "You mean, this has happened before? Out of the blue?"
"Yeah," Harry said, resolutely staring at the floor. "With Ron, just the other day."
"Oh no," Sirius said, rubbing a hand across his face a few times. "Oh fuck no."
"What?" Harry pushed himself up off the floor while giving Sirius a demanding glare. "You know what's happening?"
"I thought it was a joke." Sirius shook his head a few times. "Once, during James' birthday party, Euphemia, that's your grandmother, told us she had an incubus ancestor. She was a bit in her cups, so we all thought she was trying to make a lewd joke."
"An incubus?" Harry blinked in sheer confusion. "Isn't that some kind of sex demon?"
"Yes and no," Sirius said, getting up with a quiet groan, stretching his arms. "I'll get you some books. Merlin knows we've got plenty on dark creatures in my family's library, if Molly hasn't done away with all of them by now."
Later that evening, Harry told Ron what had happened and what Sirius had told him.
"You're an incubus?" Ron all but yelled, while waving frantic arms at Harry. "They're right dangerous creatures. My mum's always told us plenty of horror stories about them."
Of course, right at that moment, Hermione entered their bedroom and immediately stared at Harry in disbelief. "Harry? What?"
"Fuck me," Harry sighed and sank down on the edge of his bed, face buried in his hands.
"Found some books!" Sirius all but burst through the door carrying a stack of dusty tomes, but halted at seeing Ron and Hermione's pale faces. "Hey now, it's not the end of the world."
"I'll be the judge of that," Hermione snapped, yanking the books out of Sirius' arms. "We've got research to do, Harry."
It took the four of them two days to piece together what was going on and to devise a plan for the immediate future.
"Okay, so incubi need to have sex," Hermione said matter-of-factly, staunchly ignoring Ron's bright red face. Ron hadn't really stopped blushing ever since Hermione had first said the word 'sex' two days prior. "And they can't have it with the same person too often or that person will die."
"Yep," Sirius agreed with a firm nod, giving Harry an encouraging smile. "And the touch of an incubus will instantly trigger overwhelming arousal in both the incubus and their partner."
"Not to worry, though," Hermione added quickly. "I already looked up a spell that covers your hands in invisible gloves. That way you'll prevent accidents."
"How often will I need to…you know…have sex," Harry asked, already dreading the answer.
"Eventually every day," Hermione replied with a solemn nod.
"Can't I just go visit some muggle clubs, throw myself at some horny dancers a couple of times a week?" Harry asked, voice pitching higher and higher.
"Haven't you been listening?" Hermione slammed the book in her lap shut. "Incubi feed on their partner's magic through sex. They need to feed on magic or they themselves will weaken to the point of death."
"Oh." Harry hung his head, mind swimming with all the potential problems this was going to cause from now on.
"Look," Hermione said, face softening as she gave Harry a small smile. "I know this seems like it's the worst thing in the world right now, but we'll find a way to manage it."
"How?" Harry asked and he hated how small his voice sounded. Nothing ever went right for him, did it? Last year he was entered in a deadly tournament, witnessed a schoolmates murder and a Dark Lord's resurrection and then was attacked by dementors and the fucking Ministry decided to prosecute him for defending himself and his muggle cousin. And now Harry suddenly was some kind of Dark Creature that needed to have lots of sex to survive.
"We get volunteers and we make a schedule," Hermione said without a hint of shame, as though she was talking about planning their homework. "I'm sure there's plenty of teenage boys at Hogwarts who won't say no to a free bi-weekly blowjob."
The door slammed open, making them all jump.
Fred entered first, with George on his heels who quickly closed the door again.
"Did someone mention free blowjobs?" Fred asked with a charming grin.
George held up an extendable ear. "You really should ward your room better if you don't want people to overhear your secret sex talks."
"Great!" Hermione's grin was almost manic in its intensity. "You can be Harry's first helpers."
And that is how Harry found his first volunteers for receiving free bi-weekly blowjobs.
Sirius reminded them all about the possible consequences of telling the whole of Gryffindor House that Harry was an incubus. "I know you mean well, Hermione, but incubi are considered dangerous dark creatures. And the ministry's already got it out for Harry as it is. At the very least have people sign secrecy contracts before revealing why Harry wants to give them blowjobs."
"That's a good point," Hermione admitted with a small frown.
"I'll show you how to make a simple secrecy contract that will do the trick," Sirius said before giving Harry an expectant look. "And while you're here at Grimmauld Place, I'm happy to volunteer as well, if you're alright with that."
Harry shrugged, a little overwhelmed by the idea of sucking the cocks of Fred, George and Sirius on a regular basis. "That's fine."
"Don't let Harry feed on you too often," Hermione cautioned while she looked between everyone with narrowed eyes. "The more you have sex with an incubus, the higher the chance of becoming addicted to it. Some people are more sensitive to such an addiction as others, but it's probably a good idea to be cautious."
Ron shifted in his seat a few times, staring at the floor. "Why can't Harry have sex with girls? Why all the blowjobs? Not that there's anything wrong with that."
Hermione sighed and shook her head. "Because there's probably a lot more boys and men who are open to the idea of casual blowjobs than girls are to having casual cunnilingus or intercourse on a regular basis."
"Yeah, alright," Ron mumbled and then looked at Harry sideways through his fringe. "If you…er…needed more help, I wouldn't mind either, mate."
"Thanks," Harry whispered, suddenly feeling a very strong urge to burst into hysterical giggles. This was all too fucking ridiculous to be real.
That sense of hilarity disappeared right quick the next day when a burning sensation started under Harry's skin. It creeped up from his legs, through his groin and all the way through his chest. It was deceptively mild yet persistently painful and utterly distracting. After a few hours of gritting his teeth and pacing around the house, Harry went to find the twins.
"Can you do us both?" Fred asked without a hint of shame while George closed their bedroom door.
"Sure, whatever," Harry said because he was about ready to agree to anything just to stop the burning in his flesh.
Fred and George sat side by side and Harry worked both to completion with his mouth and his hands, while also making sure his own cock got plenty of attention. Afterwards, Harry slumped to the floor, feeling as though he'd just enjoyed Hogwarts' welcoming feast after a summer spent starving at the Dursleys.
"Thanks, guys," Harry slurred as he stared at the twins through hooded eyes. "That was so good."
"Anytime," Fred said while George nodded in agreement. "We'll help you as often as you need once we're back in school."
"And we'll help you find more volunteers," George added with an encouraging smile. "Lee will probably be happy to help, plus a few other seventh years."
The evening before they were to leave for Hogwarts, Harry sucked Sirius cock again and afterwards they both lounged on Sirius' bed.
"How the hell did I become an incubus if the last one in my family was I don't know how many generations ago?" Harry wondered out loud.
"I'm not sure," Sirius said after a moment of deep thought. "But sometimes these things can lie dormant for generations until they're triggered by some magical event."
"Like what?" Harry asked with a frown as he turned his head to stare at Sirius.
"Like taking a killing curse to the face when you were a baby," Sirius said with a shrug. "Who knows?"
"Or like having parts of you used in an incredibly dark ritual to resurrect a Dark Lord," Harry muttered with a renewed sense of hatred for Voldemort. Of course it would all be his fault for causing Harry more and more misery with each passing year.
"Or something like that, sure." Sirius shifted a bit so he could look Harry straight in the eyes. "Listen. It will probably take you a while to find enough volunteers at school. I'll be happy to meet you in the Shrieking Shack once a week or so to help you out." And with that Sirius placed a hand mirror in Harry's lap.
"What's that?" Harry asked, confused why Sirius would give him such a thing.
"I've got the matching one. Say my name and we'll be able to talk. Set up times to meet in the Shack."
"Oh, okay." Harry managed to give Sirius a grateful smile, even though it was still bloody weird that he was going to have regular sex with his godfather from then on. Even if that sex felt really, really good.
Sirius also handed Harry a long list of spells to learn. "It's got everything from lubrication spells to shield charms to prevent pregnancy. Or, in case you get too overwhelmed to remember to cast a shield, there's also a charm that will wipe a girl's whole vagina clean of your spunk. I also recommend you brewing the potion at the bottom there and take it every week. It renders you sterile, just as an extra layer of protection."
"Sure," Harry whispered, mind swimming with all the information Sirius just gave him. That was another thing he now had to be careful about, wasn't it? If he touched a girl at the wrong time and they ended up fucking, Harry could actually get her pregnant if he wasn't careful. Yeah, Harry absolutely wanted to prevent that from ever happening, so he vowed to brew that sterility potion as soon as he could. Hermione would probably help him if he asked.
Surprisingly, the first volunteer Hermione found for Harry once they got to Hogwarts was Neville Longbottom.
"Whatever you need, Harry, I'm happy to help," Neville said earnestly right before Harry swallowed down his cock, refusing to feel ashamed for what he needed to do to stay alive.
The second one was Dean Thomas. "I don't know what is going on with you and the Ministry, but I'm happy to volunteer for sex."
Harry shrugged and sucked his cock, feasting on Dean's arousal and his magic until he felt pleasantly full again.
Seamus also signed up for free blowjobs. "I still don't believe most of what you're claiming, Harry, but I won't turn down a blowjob from anyone, so have at it."
Harry finished Seamus off as fast as he could. He would have gladly skipped him entirely but he was burning again and he needed it so badly that by the time he had Seamus' cock in his mouth he mostly stopped caring about anything at all.
Lee Jordan was as eager as the twins had predicted. Two other seventh year boys named Walter Macmillan and Bernard Swandale were also happy to volunteer and mostly just let Harry do what he had to do without too much commentary.
A sixth year named Cormac McLaggen turned out to be a right bastard. He kept pulling on Harry's hair viciously and making more and more demands Harry wasn't willing to meet. Harry cut him off after two blowjobs. Yes, he was an incubus who needed sex to live, but that didn't mean he was going to put up with arseholes like that.
Thankfully, two other sixth years named Thomas Pinter and Graham Conley were perfectly polite while Harry sucked them off and they were added to the roster.
Last but certainly not least were Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell. They approached Harry together after having received a tip from the twins.
"You're welcome to eat me out as often as you like," Angelina said with a blinding smile. "I'm not going to let you fuck me, but you can lick my pussy, no problem." Angelina was a very thorough teacher and made sure Harry learned all the details about how to pleasure a woman with his lips and tongue.
Katie was even more eager and did let Harry fuck her every other week. Harry sighed in astonishment the first time he pushed his cock inside Katie's wet, willing body. This type of feeding was even more amazing than simply sucking a cock was and Harry vowed he was going to try to find more female volunteers, no matter what Hermione might think about that.
In total, Harry had fourteen volunteers now, so he could rotate through them every fortnight. That way he wasn't feeding too much on a single person and no one was in danger of losing their lives. Harry needed daily feedings now. Every afternoon the burning started, creeping up his body until he could feast on one of his helpers.
For a short while, life seemed to take a positive turn again for Harry. Yes, he was a Dark Creature and needed sex to live, but he was getting daily sex and enjoying it all well enough, so it really wasn't the end of the world.
And then that cunt Umbridge gave Harry his first detention and made him write lines in his own blood. Umbridge, Harry was sure, was a sadist and secretly got off on watching Harry carve words into his own flesh.
The first time it happened, Harry gritted his teeth and refused to show Umbridge how much this hurt him.
The second time it happened, Harry tried to talk to McGonagall about it, but she brushed him off.
And the third time it happened, it started weakening Harry to the point of burning desire. Harry had missed his meeting with Neville that afternoon, because Neville ended up in the hospital after an exploding cauldron thanks to something Malfoy chucked in there. And Harry had been unable to find someone else to take over on such short notice before needing to meet Umbridge, so he was already burning by the time he entered her office.
And then that fucking blood quill started feasting on Harry's blood and magic, weakening him even more to the point a raging torrent of fire coursed through Harry's entire body and he needed to feed.
Before he even knew what he was doing, Harry dropped the blood quill to the desk and flicked his wand at himself to cancel the invisible gloves he always wore. Then he got up and placed his hand on Umbridge's surprised face. The effect was immediate. Umbridge all but threw herself on her desk, hiking up her robes and pulling down her knickers.
Some part of Harry was screaming in horror deep inside of him, but the other part of Harry, the part with teeth and claws and an endless need to consume, couldn't care less who he was about to fuck. Before he could stop himself, Harry pulled out his hard cock and shoved it inside Umbridge without caring about her comfort. He went to town, ignoring Umbridge's lustful groans, pumping his hips as fast as he could, thrusting inside of her sopping wet cunt harder and harder. He placed his hands on her naked hips and drew as much magic from her as was physically possible.
He'd started noticing recently that he could control how much he took while getting his partners off, and he wanted to take everything from Umbridge. Every last shred of magic that bitch possessed was Harry's for the taking.
But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't drain Umbridge completely. She cried out in sheer pleasure as she came and Harry followed her over the edge almost at once.
It wasn't until he pulled out of her that the true horror of what he'd just done washed over him, turning his stomach while his entire body broke out in cold sweat and even colder shivers.
Umbridge gave him a hooded glance and a wide smile. "Detention again tomorrow evening, Mr Potter."
Harry had the common sense to use the charm to remove all evidence from Umbridge's body because he wanted there to be no trace of his bodily fluids, lest she find a way to use that against him. Then he ran out of her office and didn't even make it to the bathroom before throwing up right there in the corridor.
There was no one to witness this, much to Harry's relief, and he vanished the mess with a flick of his wand before stumbling to the nearest bathroom. After making sure there was no one else hiding in one of the stalls, Harry opened the tap and splashed a few handfuls of water in his face.
Holy crap, he's just banged the Ministry's torture toad. He'd actually gorged on her magic, taking as much as he could possibly consume.
And Harry had to admit that now that the initial shock of his unexpected actions had worn off, Harry was sated in a way he'd not yet been before. He'd never taken as much as he wanted from one of his partners before and it was just plain delicious to do so.
Still, Umbridge might recognize what he was and report him to the Ministry. There was nothing Harry could do about that now, though, so he decided to just wait and see what would happen during the next detention.
"Mr Potter," Umbridge said when they met the following evening, wide mouth pulling up in an impossibly elongated smile. "I have a new use for you during our detentions."
Harry was pleased to see there was no blood quill in sight, just a horny old toad who needed a good fucking. Well, Harry was happy to provide because this was the perfect way to get rid of the cunt once and for all.
As far as Harry reasoned, no one would suspect Umbridge getting fucked to death.
Harry touched Umbridge's hand, sending her into a lustful stupor, and then fucked her again as he'd done last time, taking as much from her as he could. Umbridge shrieked and grunted in obvious pleasure, clawing at Harry's arms for more and harder and faster.
That night, after a very long and hot shower, Harry got out the books on Dark Creatures Sirius had given to him. He paged through Beingse of the Darcke, which had an elaborate section on incubi. Harry remembered reading something about the differences of how an incubus fed on their partner but he didn't remember all the details.
He found the appropriate section soon enough. According to the text, the more magic an incubus drew from their victim, the more the victim would enjoy the encounter. In fact, if an incubus drew as much magic as they could, the victim would experience a complete sense of euphoria, as though they were the ones receiving all the benefits of the encounter. They would not realize they were being drained until it was too late.
Well, Harry was more than happy to put that theory to the test with Umbridge.
It took Harry eleven fucks in a row, in which he drained Umbridge as much as he could, to almost do her in. She'd started to look a little pale and wan after the first five fucks. But she assigned Harry a new detention every single day, unable to resist the sexual euphoria only an incubus could provide.
"Umbridge is looking like she's about to keel over," Ron observed during dinner an hour after Harry had fucked the toad for the eight time.
"Is she still making you write lines?" Hermione asked while giving Harry a suspicious look.
"Yep," Harry said, putting more roast potatoes on his plate. "But she seems very stressed all the time. I don't think teaching is agreeing with her."
After the eleventh fuck, during which Umbridge barely moved, she slumped to the ground unconscious. Harry used an array of spells to get rid of all the evidence. He cleaned her up inside and out, put everything to rights and finally cleaned himself up. Then he left her there for someone else to find. If anyone asked, he'd simply say she'd still been awake last he saw her.
The next day they were told during breakfast that Umbridge had been admitted to the hospital wing and that her classes were cancelled for the day. Hermione kept shooting Harry narrow-eyed looks, but Harry ignored her and joined Ron in wishing Umbridge all the horrible illnesses they could think off.
That night, Harry donned his invisibility cloak and snuck into the hospital wing. Umbridge was the only patient and Pomfrey was nowhere in sight. Harry kept his cloak on while he slipped his hand under the covers and down Umbridge's knickers. He fingered her, flicking his thumb lazily against her clit, her body limp and barely alive. The harder Harry pumped his fingers in and out of her, the more laboured her breathing became.
Harry once again gorged himself on her magic, what little of it that remained. The moment Umbridge came, her heart stopped and Harry was flooded with such an irresistible rush of magic and power that it literally brought him to his knees, his cock instantly rock hard. His skin prickled and his heart pounded and he needed to fuck someone right then and there.
For a second, a very brief second, Harry considered fucking Umbridge's dead body, but thankfully he still had enough sense to know that would be crossing a few lines he really did not want to cross. So instead he rushed out of the hospital wing and ran all the way to Gryffindor Tower. The common room was packed and Harry stood in the doorway, eyes tracking across the room until he found his victim.
Katie didn't object when Harry grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet. He pulled her along to his dormitory while Katie started writhing in his grip, already fallen under his aura of lust. Harry ignored Neville and Ron, who were playing exploding snap on the floor and threw Katie onto his bed. He flicked his wand twice. Once to remove Katie's clothes and once to remove his own, and then he pinned her to the bed, thrusting his hard cock inside of her over and over again until Katie keened and screamed and yowled with pleasure.
Harry just needed to fuck and fuck and fuck because he'd just literally eaten someone else's life and it was the best thing he'd ever felt.
Afterwards, Katie lay completely worn out on his sheets and Harry stretched out beside her. Only now did Harry realize that he never closed the door so the whole of Gryffindor Tower would have heard Katie's very loud exclamations of the kind of pleasure only Harry could give her.
The next day two wonderful things happened.
The first was that Dumbledore announced during breakfast that Umbridge had passed away from a mysterious illness. This was met with a huge round of applause from every single student, much to Dumbledore's obvious disapproval.
And the second was that seven more Gryffindor girls volunteered to be Harry's food, including Ginny Weasley. Harry fucked them all, one after the other, because he was an insatiable beast now that he'd tasted life. Harry started calling them his snacks and kept them as little extras to use outside of his regular schedule.
"Harry," Hermione said a few days later while they returned from Transfiguration. "I'm not sure that adding those girls to your rotation is such a good idea."
"Why not?" Harry asked with an unconcerned shrug. "I assure you that they all volunteered."
"Yes, but Ginny has a huge crush on you, as does Romilda Vane." Hermione stared at Harry with a disapproving frown, clutching her bag a little tighter. "It's not fair to them that you only use them to feed on while they have genuine feelings for you."
Harry shrugged again. "They know what I am and what I need. But they seem to enjoy my attentions well enough and I've heard no complaints."
"That doesn't mean that it's right what you're doing," Hermione insisted, but Harry ignored her and quickened his pace to get away from her.
That evening, just to spite Hermione and her meddling ways, Harry took both Ginny and Romilda up to his dormitory and treated the whole of Gryffindor Tower to a concert of lustful cries while he fucked them both as hard as he could.
And when Ron stormed inside the dormitory to confront Harry about what he was doing to his sister, Harry touched Ron's arm and then let him have a go at Romilda while he sat beside them, feeding on them both while Ginny sucked his cock.
Afterwards, Ron had a huge, silly smile on his face and never argued about Harry's choice of partners again as long as he got to fuck some of Harry's food every now and then.
Even though Harry now had a wide variety of willing victims at his disposal in Gryffindor, he still wanted more.
He wanted what he'd had with Umbridge. He wanted to devour someone. Sex was all well and good, but it was life that Harry really desired.
He found a potential victim when Draco Malfoy cornered him in an empty corridor one evening.
"Ten points from Gryffindor," Malfoy said, thrusting out his chest a little to draw attention to his Prefect badge. "For existing."
Harry didn't rise to Malfoy's taunting and instead grinned while he stepped up to the other boy and pressed his hand against Malfoy's neck. Harry had stopped wearing his invisible gloves a while ago now, wanting to be able to bring people under his control at a moment's notice.
Malfoy's face instantly went slack while his cheeks flushed.
"Come," Harry said and he was very pleased to see that Malfoy followed him like an eager little horny puppy into the nearest empty classroom. Harry locked the door, bent Malfoy over a desk, pulled down his trousers and applied a generous cleaning and lubrication charm. Then he pressed his hard cock inside Malfoy's arse and revelled in the feeling of being inside Malfoy's eager body. It felt different than fucking a woman did, but still very good.
So fucking good.
Harry pulled as much of Malfoy's magic inside of him as he could because he'd become quite the greedy little incubus in those past few weeks. Malfoy meanwhile was all but howling with pleasure and Harry reached around him and pulled on his cock a few times until Malfoy came all over the slate floor.
Harry took his time, though, fucking his enemy. There was just something very enticing about fucking someone who hadn't volunteered to be your victim. It made the magic taste all the sweeter. Harry emptied his cock as deep inside Malfoy as he could and was sorry it was over so soon.
"I'll fuck you again tomorrow if you want me to, Malfoy," Harry whispered as he finally pulled out.
Malfoy looked over his shoulder with a dazed expression on his face. "Yeah. Definitely. Same time and place?"
"It's a date," Harry said with a grin before sauntering out the door, so full of delicious magic that it made him feel like he was sitting on top of the entire world.
The next day, an hour before Harry was to meet Malfoy again, he ran into another Slytherin.
Blaise Zabini looked Harry up and down with a critical eye. "We need to talk."
Well, Harry could do with a little snack before Malfoy the main course, so he shrugged and followed Zabini into a nearby classroom.
Zabini had his wand out and aimed it at Harry with a steady hand. "If you try to touch me I will use you as target practice for the entrail-expelling curse, I promise you that."
Harry held up both hands and offered Zabini an innocent smile. "What do you want if it's not the best fuck of your life?"
"I want to know how you activated it," Zabini said much to Harry's surprise.
"What?" Harry wasn't exactly sure what Zabini meant.
"Your incubus powers, Potter," Zabini said with an irritated little huff. "Don't deny it."
"Why do you want to know?" Harry asked, wondering how much Zabini knew for certain. Harry really needed to start practicing how to obliviate people because he could not have his enemies knowing his secrets.
Zabini seemed to consider Harry for a moment, as though unsure how much to tell him. "Let's just say I come from a long line of incubi and succubi and I'm tired of disappointing my family."
"Ah." Harry leaned back against a desk and crossed his arms. "I'm going to have to disappoint you, too, because I'm not entirely sure what kickstarted it for me. Apparently my grandmother had an incubus ancestor. And either taking a killing curse to the face or being used in a very dark resurrection ritual awakened those dormant powers in me."
"Hm." Zabini ran his fingers up and down his wand a few times. "That is disappointing."
"Perhaps fucking an incubus might get things going for you," Harry offered with a sly smile. He didn't really want competition at Hogwarts, but he was curious what it would feel like to fuck another potential incubus.
"Nice try," Zabini said with a chuckle before walking towards the door. "One word of warning, Potter. Draco has loving, devoted parents who would stop at nothing to find out what killed their son."
"I'll take that under advisement." Harry nodded at Zabini and the moment he was alone in the classroom his ran both hands across his face. Damn, but Zabini had a very good point. Harry was so lost in his desires that he really hadn't thought about the consequences, had he?
Umbridge had been so despised that hardly anyone cared enough to actually properly investigate her demise. But Draco Malfoy showing up dead would draw far too much unwanted attention.
Not to mention that Blaise Zabini had figured out what Harry was after just a month of school. Now, Zabini was potentially an incubus himself so that might explain his expertise in recognizing his own kind. But Harry hadn't been exactly subtle.
In fact, Harry had been as much a slave of his own desires as he turned his victims into.
Yeah, that had to end.
Harry skipped his date with Malfoy and returned to the common room. Hermione was waiting for him with a dark frown on her face and her arms tightly crossed. As Harry approached her he noticed that about half the students in the common room ducked away from him while the other half seemed eager to catch his attention.
"Harry, we need to talk," Hermione said, chin raised in the air as she gave him a withering glare. "You've gone too far."
"I agree," Harry said, much to Hermione's obvious surprise. Harry gestured at Hermione to follow him to a nearby classroom. They sat down opposite each other and Harry released a deep sigh. "There is this…thing inside of me that always wants more. I hadn't even realized how much I was being controlled by it. I don't want that to happen, Hermione, I swear."
Hermione's face softened as she gave Harry a look full of kind sympathy. "I know you don't. You have to fight those urges. Leave the young girls alone. Just stick with your rotation, because that seemed to work fine."
Harry nodded in agreement. It had worked fine, at least for a while. Until he got a taste of life and then this ravenous monster inside of him had taken control before he even knew it had happened. "Yeah, I'm going to stick to the schedule from now on."
And Harry meant with all his heart to do that. He did do that, for at least a month. But not all of his delicious little snacks took his rejection with grace. Ginny started stalking him, looking at him with pleading eyes wherever he went. And Romilda took to dosing anything and everything within Harry's reach with love potions, even though incubi were naturally immune to stuff like that.
Even Draco Malfoy kept giving Harry disappointed looks from across the Great Hall.
Finally, halfway through November, Ginny and Romilda cornered Harry in an empty corridor.
"Just tell us what you want us to do for you," Ginny begged him. "Do you want to fuck me in my arse? Because I'd let you fuck me in the arse, Harry."
"Or Ginny and I could go down on each other while you watch," Romilda suggested, sounding just as desperate as Ginny.
Harry's cock was rock hard while he listened to the girls. He'd been fulfilled by the helpers on his schedule, but that was a minimal kind of satiation. Like a boring, bland meal. It would keep you alive, but that's all it was.
What Ginny and Romilda offered was a Honeydukes' gift basket at the very least. Just absolutely delectable.
"We need to find a place where we won't get caught," Harry said, much to his own disappointment. Yeah, he really, really wanted to be in control of his own urges, but this was just too tempting to resist. "I'll find a place and then we'll meet."
It was Dobby who told Harry about a Come and Go Room, which Harry thought was a very appropriate name, considering what he was going to use it for. Harry took Ginny and Romilda there and asked for a huge bed and then spent 2,5 hours giving the girls what they so desperately craved.
"We can meet here once a week," Harry suggested while he lay cuddling with his favourite little snacks.
A few days later, Harry caught Malfoy alone after Quidditch practice and touched his hand. Malfoy immediately perked up and eagerly followed Harry to the seventh floor. Harry was careful to not take too much magic as he fucked Malfoy into the mattress. He no longer planned to get rid of Malfoy permanently, but he still enjoyed fucking his nemesis until he could no longer speak.
"Are you going to ignore me again?" Malfoy asked after they were finished.
"Nah. Meet me here once a week, that's how often we can do this." Harry smiled up Malfoy, admiring his naked arse as Malfoy got up to get dressed.
"Sure, that works for me," Malfoy said, trying for nonchalant but failing because he couldn't stop checking Harry's glistening cock out.
A week after that, Harry came across the odd Ravenclaw girl, Luna Lovegood. She seemed particularly sad about something.
Harry took her hand. "I can make you feel better if you come with me."
Luna blinked wide, expectant eyes at him. "How much better?"
"Oh, I can make you forget your own name," Harry promised her with a squeeze of her hand. Once he got her into the Room of Requirement, Harry was gentle with her at first. He slowly undressed her, mouthed at her hard nipples and licked his way down to her pussy. He spent a long time eating her out until she came at least twice before slowly pushing his cock inside of her. Then he set a slow, almost teasing rhythm and kept to that for as long as he could manage it. Luna was screeching with pleasure by the time Harry sped up and finished inside of her.
"Thank you," Luna breathed as Harry slowly pulled out of her. "I do feel a lot better."
"We can do this every week if you want," Harry said as he kissed both her nipples before looking up at her wide a satisfied smile.
"I would like that very much," Luna sighed, eyes closing as she drifted off into an exhausted sleep.
Harry kept this up until the Christmas holidays. He kept Hermione happy by sticking to her schedule in public, and he kept himself happy by fucking his little snacks a couple of times a week in the Room of Requirement.
And then Mr Weasley got attacked and Harry and the Weasley kids were shipped off to Grimmauld Place without any warning.
Sirius gave Harry a tight hug. Harry had seen him in the Shrieking Shack for a blowjob every two weeks, but it was still good to see him in a more comfortable setting. Later, when Harry and Sirius were alone in Sirius' room, Harry looked at him in desperation.
"Two weeks stuck in here," Harry whispered urgently, his whole body chilled with anxiety. "I won't have enough people to fuck."
"You've been fucking people?" Sirius asked with faked nonchalance.
"Yeah. Mostly girls, but I've also turned Draco Malfoy into my fuckbuddy." Harry couldn't hold back a proud grin.
Sirius barked a laugh at hearing that and then sobered up a little. "One way we can make sure you're getting everything you need is by me fucking you regularly. If you want."
"Wait, what?" Harry sat up a little and gave Sirius a curious look. "Would that work?"
"From what I've read, yes, absolutely." Sirius leaned a little closer, placing his hand on Harry's thigh. "Receiving a good buggering is the best way for a incubus to feed, as it turns out."
"Okay, yeah, I want to try that out." Without ceremony, Harry pulled off his clothes and by the time he was done, Sirius was naked, too. Harry positioned himself on his hands and knees, offering his arse up to his godfather. "Use lots of lube and go easy."
Sirius was gentle and took his time opening Harry up. When he slowly slid his cock inside Harry, a warm surge of sheer power rushed through Harry. "Oh yeah, that feels really good."
"Hold on, and I'll make it even better." Sirius grabbed hold of Harry's hips and started thrusting faster and faster, making Harry groan every time his cock hit home. This did fill Harry up in all manner of amazing ways and he lost himself in the sensation of being fucked, of having a thick cock sliding in and out of him.
It only took Sirius a few strokes of Harry's cock to have Harry coming with a sharp cry before emptying himself inside Harry's body. The magic that came with it was far more fulfilling, as it turned out.
"Yeah, we have to do that again," Harry panted as he slumped against the sheets.
"As often as you like," Sirius sighed before giving Harry a huge grin.
Seeing as that the Weasleys were all preoccupied with their father, Harry did end up letting Sirius bugger him a few times in a row because there was no one else to do it. But after the fifth time Sirius started looking very pale and Harry cut him off and went in search of Ginny, who was always eager for Harry's cock.
Ron and the twins eventually were up for a few blowjobs and that gave Sirius enough rest to recover enough so he could fuck Harry a few days in a row again.
All in all, Harry managed to keep himself satiated during his stay in Grimmauld Place but he was happy to be back at Hogwarts again where there was much more variety in meals.
And then Dumbledore decided that Snape had to torture Harry a few times a week by rampaging around in Harry's mind. Not only did this cut into the time Harry could spend with his snacks, it also put Harry at risk of being discovered as the murderer that he was.
After the first lesson, Harry came up with a plan. Basically the same plan he'd used to get rid of Umbridge. Snape was just as despised as Umbridge had been, so Harry would be doing the world a favour, really. And no one would probably look too closely for Snape's cause of death.
Before his next lesson with Snape, Harry prepared himself, filling his hole full of lube. Once inside Snape's office, Harry pretended to trip and grabbed Snape's hand.
Snape reacted as expected and bent Harry across his desk to fuck him silly. Harry was instantly mesmerized by Severus Snape. The man's magic was a vast well of sheer darkness, delicious and oh so filling. Harry wanted more of that. And he was in luck that Dumbledore himself had ordered Harry to spend several evenings a week with Snape from then on. Perhaps he could keep Snape around for a while before killing him off. Until the end of the schoolyear at least.
What wasn't expected was that after Snape finished, filling Harry up with both magic and semen, he put himself to rights, grabbed hold of Harry's arm and hauled him up to Dumbledore's office.
"What the fuck?" Harry asked as the gargoyle moved aside.
"Did you honestly believe I'd let a Dark Creature run loose in the castle without the headmaster's knowledge?" Snape asked, glaring down at Harry with a sneer as they marched inside the office. "Headmaster, Potter is an incubus. He just put me under his thrall and forced me to have sex with him," Snape said without a hint of embarrassment.
"It was an accident!" Harry yelled, looking everywhere but at Dumbledore. He was not prepared for that kind of confrontation in the least. "I tripped and I'd forgotten to wear my invisible gloves."
"And the fact that your body was prepared for anal sex was also an accident?" Snape arched a daring eyebrow which Harry staunchly ignored as he glared out the window.
"Harry, my boy," Dumbledore said with a tired sigh. "You should have alerted us the moment this first happened."
"It's fine, Professor," Harry said with a pleading look. "I've got volunteers to help me. We've got a rotation and everything. No one's getting hurt."
"Apparently raping a member of staff is trivial in Mr Potter's eyes," Snape snarled, crossing his arms tightly.
Harry gasped in outrage. "You enjoyed it! Don't lie, Snape, because I felt exactly how much you enjoyed it."
Snape advanced on Harry, his face contorted with rage. "Just because I enjoyed it does not mean I consented to it, you horrible little monster!" Then he whipped around to glare at Dumbledore. "I will not teach this…thing anything ever again outside of potions."
"That is enough," Dumbledore said, his voice like steel and his eyes full of fury. "Harry, you will be taking a potion from now on to repress your urges."
"What?" Harry stared at Dumbledore in absolute horror. Repress his urges? They couldn't do that.
"Professor Snape will brew it weekly and make sure you take it. This is the only way you'll be allowed to continue your education." Dumbledore's expression lost some of its anger. "I'm sorry, Harry, but I cannot let someone with your powers loose in this castle." Dumbledore briefly closed his eyes before offering Harry a look full of sympathy. "I know it may seem unwelcome now, but it is in your best interest to get used to taking the repressing potion. It is the only way the Ministry will allow incubi to live in our society."
"But…but…" Harry gaped like a fish, head spinning with confusion. They were going to take away his powers? Or his urges? What would that mean for him? And the Ministry expected him to take it for the rest of his life?
"Come to my office at eight tomorrow morning," Snape said in a whisper full of venom. "And don't be late."
Harry slumped his shoulders as he shuffled back to Gryffindor tower. They were going to take away his powers. For a brief moment, Harry seriously considered running away. But he quickly realized he had nowhere to go. He couldn't do any magic outside Hogwarts yet. And he needed magical people to feed on so he couldn't go and hide in the Muggle world either.
And perhaps taking the potion wouldn't be too bad, a voice that sounded like Hermione whispered in the back of his mind.
Taking the potion was that bad and worse. It numbed the burning of his flesh, but it didn't take it away completely. Harry still felt restless and oh, so hollow. Harry still knew he needed to feed, but he could no longer do so.
The potion turned him impotent. Harry discovered that when Sirius had offered to fuck him in the Shrieking Shack, just to see what it would feel like now that Harry's incubus urges were repressed. Harry's cock hung like a limp sausage and refused to get hard. And getting fucked without being able to feast on a person's magic or getting an orgasm turned out to be mostly very boring and tedious.
"Yeah," Sirius sighed after he came with a quiet groan. "This is not what it used to be."
"Tell me about it," Harry grumbled, his head buried in a pillow. This was a fucking nightmare.
"Can't you not take the potion?" Sirius asked with wide, rather desperate eyes.
When Harry didn't show up for his appointment with Snape the next week to take the potion, Snape tracked him down, held him immobile with magic while pouring the potion down his throat and assigned him a week of detention with Filch to boot.
The longer Harry took the potion, the more sluggish he became. His face was pale, his cheeks hollowed and he not only felt like he was constantly starving, he started looking like he did, too.
Sirius kept insisting they meet once a week and Harry humoured him because it was clear that Sirius needed to fuck Harry. So Harry let him because he felt bad that Sirius had become addicted to Harry's powers, he could see that now.
"Fuck, fuck fuck," Sirius snarled after their latest attempt at sex. He punched a pillow while Harry stared up at the ceiling, hollow and dulled. "Harry, you got to find a way to get your powers back. We need your powers back."
Harry agreed with him completely but it was easier said that done. Snape would not let Harry miss a dose, and Harry couldn't leave the castle what with both the Ministry and Voldemort after him.
What was even worse was that Harry's thrall, which he'd apparently kept people under for all this time, was starting to wear off.
Ginny would randomly burst into tears whenever she saw Harry, and Romilda just stared down at her own feet a lot without saying a word. Luna took to avoiding Harry, turning around whenever she saw him approaching. And Malfoy looked pale and furious whenever he saw Harry from across the hall.
The worst happened when Angelina approached Harry and told him he was off the Quidditch team. "Sorry, but no one is comfortable playing with you anymore."
Harry was full of impotent rage but kept his temper in check as much as he could. "Sure," he whispered before quickly fleeing into the opposite direction.
Most of Harry's volunteers in Gryffindor started avoiding him like the plague, including Ron, which probably hurt the most.
"But they volunteered," Harry said, feeling a little heartbroken that apparently everyone hated him now even when they'd loved what he'd done for him for months and months.
"I know," Hermione said with a sigh, for the first time probably not sure what to do to fix something. "But apparently your powers influenced them more than we initially thought." She gave Harry a smile that was meant to look encouraging, but which came out a little insecure. "But you have the potion now, Harry, so you can go on to live a normal life again."
If this was what Harry's life was going to be forever, Harry wasn't sure he wanted it. Endless days of hunger and this dulled burning of his skin. A painful itch everywhere in his body that he could never hope to properly scratch ever again.
"I can't believe you're letting them neuter you."
Harry whipped around in the empty hallway to see Zabini standing behind him.
"You're taking the potion, that much is obvious," Zabini said with a faint sneer, as though Harry had personally disappointed him.
"They're forcing me to take it, more like," Harry mumbled, feeling oddly ashamed to admit that to a guy like Zabini. "I hate it."
"You should." Zabini sighed and leaned against the wall. "Do you even know what's in that potion?"
"No clue." Harry rubbed a tired hand across his face. He was just so empty and exhausted all the time now. "Snape brews it and forcefully pours it down my throat if I don't drink it on my own."
"I thought so." Zabini shook his head. "I know potions aren't your strongest suit, but if I told you that one ingredient was dragon claws would you understand what that means?"
Harry's eyes widened. Dragon claws were poisonous when taken on a regular basis. You could get away ingesting them from time to time in a potion, but when consuming them every day they would eventually kill a person.
"I see that you did pay attention during that particular lesson," Zabini said with a mocking smile. "Then you understand what their intention is for you."
"They want me dead," Harry whispered, heart hammering in his chest. "Dumbledore, the Ministry. They know I'll be dead in three years taking this potion."
"And they don't care." Zabini stepped a little closer, leaning his head right beside Harry's. "You are a Dark Creature now, Potter, whether you like it or not. There is only one place for you."
"I would never join him!" Harry snapped, shooting Zabini a furious glare.
"And yet he is the only one who would appreciate your talents and let you keep your powers and your life. He'll even give you a job fucking people. Incubi make magnificent interrogators. They are able to get anyone to confess their deepest, darkest secrets." Zabini gave a small shrug, lips quirked up in a daring smile. "You can find him at Malfoy Mansion most days, just in case you change your mind."
In the following weeks, Harry couldn't stop thinking about what Zabini had said. Yes, Harry wanted his powers back and no, Harry didn't want to die in three years. But he also didn't want to join bloody Voldemort, his would be murderer. Even if Dumbledore apparently was more than happy for Harry to die in a few short years.
Harry started feeling so listless that he turned down Sirius' more and more desperate attempts to get Harry to meet with him in the Shrieking Shack again. Harry was just too exhausted to let Sirius fuck him for old time's sake when he didn't get anything out of it.
He came to fiercely regret that decision the next week when he spotted the front page of the Daily Prophet when he walked inside the Great Hall for breakfast.
SIRIUS BLACK DEAD!
Harry snatched a copy of the newspaper out of an unsuspecting Hufflepuff's hands and read over the article while his whole chest froze with immediate grief.
Sirius had been caught by Aurors wandering around Hogsmeade after someone had seen him sneaking about. Fudge had insisted dementors were summoned to the Ministry to escort Sirius back to Azkaban and one of them had swooped in the moment it spotted Sirius and had sucked out his soul. Sirius' body had died some hours after that.
The newspaper fell from Harry's slack hands.
"Harry, I'm so sorry." Hermione stood behind him, placing a careful hand on his shoulders. Harry shook it off and ran out of the hall, eyes full of tears that blurred his vision.
Sirius was dead and it was all Harry's fault. Sirius had become addicted to Harry's powers to the point that he risked his own safety trying to get to Harry. And he'd paid for that with his life. Whatever life there had been left inside Harry not already dulled by the potion was wiped out completely by Harry's unending grief over losing his godfather.
Throughout the rest of the year, Harry remained conflicted about what to do with himself and his future. Zabini kept shooting him knowing looks whenever no one else was paying attention, but Harry wasn't yet ready to go make friends with bloody Voldemort. That changed during his defence OWL. After Umbridge's demise the Ministry had sent another flunky to teach. A man named Thicknesse had been a decent enough instructor and everyone had learned enough about defence to be able to pass their exams. But Harry had one trick up his sleeve the others didn't. Harry told the examiner he could cast a Patronus and the man happily urged Harry to demonstrate.
Except his stag didn't burst out of his wand as it had always done. Instead a whisp of white mist appeared, not taking any shape and only remaining for a few moments before dissipating again.
"That's a great effort!" The wizard made a few notes on his clipboard. "Especially for a wizard your age, Mr Potter. A few more years and you'll be able to produce a corporal Patronus, mark my words!"
Harry was dead inside while he stumbled through the corridors. He was losing everything. His friends and family, his power and now his fucking magic. And soon, even his life.
This was not how Harry wanted things to end.
He remained withdrawn throughout his journey home. He shared a compartment on the train with only Hermione because no one else wanted to sit with him anymore. He kept quiet in the back of Uncle Vernon's car as the man ranted and raged about everyone and everything that pissed him off. Once back at Privet Drive, Harry took the box of potion vials that Snape had given him for the summer and poured them all down the bathroom sink.
He was never taking that potion again.
A day after his missed dose the burning started and Harry knew it was time. He packed his stuff and shrunk his trunk with a tap of his wand, a feature he'd added to it during his final week at Hogwarts. Then he donned his invisibility cloak because he knew Dumbledore would have people to spy on him stationed outside. He snuck out through the backyard under the cover of darkness and walked two miles to the south before replacing his invisibility cloak with a regular cloak with a hood that hid his face.
Then he summoned the Knight Bus, and they were happy enough to take him to Malfoy Mansion. They dropped him off right in front of the gates.
A house-elf appeared at the gate when Harry banged on it. "Please tell Lord Voldemort that Harry Potter is here to see him about a possible alliance."
The house-elf released a quiet eep and popped away. Ten minutes later a hooded and masked Death Eater approached the gates. Harry could tell from his reluctant steps that he probably thought someone was trying to pull a prank on him or something.
"I'm Harry Potter. I'd like to speak to Lord Voldemort about a possible alliance," Harry said with a pleasant smile. "Here's my wand." He held it out for the Death Eater to take after the gates opened.
"Fine." The Death Eater snatched Harry's wand out of his hand and gestured at him to follow. "He'll probably kill you on sight, Potter, possible alliance or not."
"I'll take my chances," Harry said, his entire body burning with anticipation. He hadn't forgotten how deliciously dark Snape had tasted that one time he'd had the pleasure of getting fucked by the man. He couldn't wait to see what Voldemort would taste like. If Voldemort did kill him on sight, well, that was probably better than slowly dying from being poisoned by that fucking repressing potion.
Voldemort was sitting in the empty ballroom on an elaborate throne in all his serpentine glory.
"Harry Potter here to talk about a possible alliance, My Lord," the Death Eater said before shooing Harry inside.
"Lord Voldemort, I ask that you hear me out," Harry said, keeping his head bowed respectfully as he carefully walked towards the Dark Lord.
Voldemort tilted his head, wand in hand, as he studied Harry with curious, red eyes.
Harry sank to his knees still a decent distance away and then prostrated himself before Voldemort. "I want an alliance. I have many things to offer you."
"Such as?" Voldemort asked, sounding very much like he was humouring Harry's delusional little fantasy.
"Such as this," Harry said and pushed himself forwards, hand outstretched. He was able to touch Voldemort's bare ankle and place the Dark Lord under his thrall right there and then. Voldemort shot up from his throne, looking for a moment like he was going to curse Harry into itty bitty pieces before his whole body relaxed and he stalked around Harry like a leopard sizing up its meal. Harry pulled off his robes and pushed down his jeans. He'd prepared himself at home so he was nice and ready.
Voldemort took the invitation for what it was and kneeled behind Harry. A second later he slammed his cock inside Harry's waiting body and Harry let out a cry of instant relief.
Fuck, but he'd missed this! He'd missed the feeling of a cock inside of him, of his power coursing through him and into his partner's body before pulling their magic back inside of him. And Voldemort's magic was something else. Where Snape's had been a delicious dark well, Voldemort's magic was a pitch black ocean that swallowed Harry whole.
Harry had no clue what happened next or how long they fucked or how often he came. He was completely lost in Voldemort's black ocean and never, ever wanted to come up for air ever again.
By the time Harry finally surfaced and was able to open his eyes, Voldemort was once again sitting on his throne, giving Harry an amused smile. "An incubus. How delectable. It has been a few decades since I last fucked an incubus. Unfortunately he ran afoul of the authorities and had his life cut short. Thank you for reminding me how pleasurable such an encounter can be." Without waiting for a reply, Voldemort got up from his throne and strode away to the nearest door. "Come with me, Potter, we have much to discuss."
Harry managed to haul up his trousers enough that he could stumble after Voldemort without falling flat on his face. Voldemort led them to a modest sitting room where a cosy tea set stood waiting.
"Why have you come here, Potter?" Voldemort asked while he poured them both a cup of steaming tea.
Harry sat down on the edge of a blue sofa, body still prickling with Voldemort's magic. "Because I'm a Dark Creature and the Ministry and Dumbledore want me dead."
"Honest and to the point," Voldemort said as he handed Harry a cup of tea, which Harry accepted with trembling hands. "There are of course conditions to joining me and my cause."
"Yeah, I figured." Harry carefully sipped his cup, never breaking eye contact with Voldemort.
"You will take my mark and this is not up for debate." Voldemort sat back in the ornate armchair and crossed one leg over the other. "You will fuck the people I tell you to fuck when I want you to fuck them. Usually to retrieve information from them. This may also occur in undercover situations in Britain and beyond its borders. You will be well trained for this. "
Harry blinked, not having expected that. It sounded like Voldemort wanted to turn Harry into some sort of incubus version of James Bond.
Voldemort narrowed his red eyes before offering Harry a sharp smile. "I will always have enough magical people available for you to feed on, Harry, I can promise you that. You will never go hungry again."
"And you?" Harry asked, because he couldn't help himself. He wanted more of Voldemort's delicious dark ocean of magic. "Will you fuck me, too?"
"Oh yes," Voldemort said with a quiet chuckle. "I will expect you in my own bed quite often."
"Hm." Harry couldn't help the shiver of anticipation that ran through him. "Then I accept."
It was an easy decision in the end. Harry was an incubus, a Dark Creature with its own wants and needs. He was no longer human and he no longer fit into his old life. Most of the people there would rather see Harry dead or neutered.
And all Harry wanted was a chance to be himself, dark powers and all.
"Then come kneel before me," Voldemort said, taking out his wand. "And bare your left arm."
And Harry did.
The end.
