Ch. 8
First Turnings
The day of the Quidditch Trials was cold, and rain looked to threaten to fall any moment. Harry had a feeling that with his new status of being "the Chosen One" more people would try out for Quidditch, and his stomach flipped when he saw that he was right. He told Blaise earlier that day that he wanted them to fully bond after the Quidditch trials, but he did not know it would take.
As Harry expected, the trials took most of the morning. Half of Gryffindor House seemed to have turned up, from first years who were nervously clutching a selection of the dreadful old school brooms, to seventh years who towered over the rest, looking coolly intimidating. The later included a large, wiry-haired boy Harry recognized immediately from the Hogwarts Express.
"We met on the train, in old Sluggy's compartment," he said confidently, stepping out of the crowd to shake Harry's hand. "Cormac McLaggen, Keeper."
"My, aren't you confident?" Harry commented, "Stand over there will you," he pointed to where Hermione and Blaise were sitting in the stands. It looked as though the two were having a polite, if a little tense, conversation. He thought he saw a flicker of annoyance pass over McLaggen's face and wondered whether McLaggen expected preferential treatment because they were both "old Sluggy's" favorites.
"Hee hee… would you like to know something a little funny pet?" the Incubus drawled lazily as Harry had the crowd split into groups of ten to fly once around the stadium.
What is it?
"Well, from the looks of him, if we turn baby Cormac into a demon… how strong do you think he would be?" the Incubus asked.
Well, he's definitely prideful, Harry commented. So, strong I would guess.
"Wrong! If we take a person like McLaggen and turn him into a demon as we are with Blaise, he would actually turn into a demon weaker than I am right now!" the Incubus laughed. "He would barely be an imp—ohh—ohh would you like to know how I know?"
Why not? Harry sighed. Oh god this group is full of first years. "Good try guys, but maybe try again next year after a few flying lessons with Madam Hooch," he said.
"Do you really expect a demon's strength is determined by physical strength, pup? Please… it is magical strength that counts, as well as corruptibility," the Incubus purred. "All three can exist in a demon, and does, however with Cormac there… his magic is below average. Which means that he will not be able to corrupt others as easily as you or any proper demon can."
And you can tell all this from a look? Harry asked.
"No, a touch," the Incubus explained. "We must touch the person for me to properly evaluate him."
Okay, I see, Harry nodded. Are any of these people actually serious? He mentally growled half an hour later. Girls that care more about laughing, people who don't want to fly—Hufflepuffs! Is all of this just one giant joke to them?
"Hit them."
I can't.
"That's too bad," the Incubus sighed, "It is quite boring watching all of this you know, so why don't you finish this up so I can get my arms free? I am sure Blaise would also like it as well."
Don't remind me… I'm dreadfully nervous, Harry thought.
"Don't worry Harry, I will be with you every step of the way," The Incubus whispered. "And believe me, once we start, you will have too much fun to be worrying about anything."
Harry hoped that the Incubus was right and turned his focus on the tryouts. After sorting out those who wanted to actually give effort to join the team, and those who wanted a laugh, Harry had found himself three Chasers; Katie Bell, Demelza Robins, and Ginny Weasley. The Beaters came two hours later, and while they were nowhere near as good as Fred and George were, Harry was pleased with them: Jimmy Peakes, a short but broad-chested third-year boy who had managed to raise a lump the size of an egg on the back of Harry's head with a ferociously hit Bludger, and Ritchie Coote, who looked weedly but aimed well.
Last up was the Keeper tryouts, and the Incubus was bored inside his prison. The carpeting and pillows made it comfortable, but still the chains around his wings and the contraption that trapped his arms behind his back made him ache from time to time. Looking down from the wall, he did his best to stretch, which was to just curve out his body towards the door, when he noticed the pair of red eyes staring back at him.
"Hello Voldemort… are you going to be a pansy, or are you actually going to step inside my prison today?" the Incubus drawled. "If you stayed, you can be a pervert and watch Harry and I get fucked."
"Stupid fool…" the red eyes hissed, "Do not think me of common needs…"
"Everybody has to cum now and again Voldemort, even Dark Lords… or eyes of Dark Lords—do you even have a dick? Or was that lost with your nose as well?"
"Silence!"
The Incubus laughed. "Even chained, I am more powerful than you mortal, so why do you think to command me?" he asked. The demon glanced at the wall and commented, "Ohh McLaggen's turn is it? He has the look of a very nice body, but his magical level could use with a boost… One…two…three…four…fi—wait—did you see that?" He looked down at the red eyes. "No, of course not cause you're too afraid of a chained up Incubus to come inside, but McLaggen just went the complete opposite way! It's almost as if he was Confunded… interesting. Ah! Ron is up now, excellent that means it's almost over."
"Why do you keep up this charade?" the red eyes asked suddenly, catching the Incubus's attention. "You, demon, are more powerful than any witch or wizard in Hogwarts… including Dumbledore… why keep up the act of a sixteen year old boy?"
"Because I am a sixteen year old boy," the Incubus chuckled. "And I am chained with most my power locked. Besides, just because I am a demon does not mean I have global ambitions…I am an Incubus first and foremost, I just want to fall into an existence of sexual pleasure…"
"A waste, if I had your power I would be ruling the world," the red eyes commentated.
"Ohh nice save… if you had my power, you might not be ugly," the Incubus said.
The red eyes chuckled. It filled the prison and made the Incubus felt disgusting. "Why are you laughing?" he demanded, but the eyes simply disappeared from view.
Annoyed, the Incubus fell onto his pillows and watched Harry's progress. Ron's trial was done, he was on the team, and the tryouts were finally over.
"Great," he breathed, "now we can have fun. Harry, pet, bring Blaise to the Room of Requirement," he ordered.
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The Room of Requirement seemed imposing on Harry as he and Blaise entered it. He allowed the Incubus to think of the room, whispering strange and erotic words as the two walked around the corridor three times.
There were no windows, instead light came from candles floating in midair. The walls were dark, the stone draped with curtains that encircled the room. In the center, being the focus of the room, was a bed, big enough to fit four adult wizards comfortably. There were no posters on the bed, the sheets strangely pressed and clean. Next to the table was a small nightstand with it's drawer opened. Away from the bed, on one side of the room, was a large fireplace with an oriental rug and couch.
Blaise and Harry walked in holding hands, both feeling a giddy sense of nervousness as they licked their lips.
"So…"
"So…"
The both bit their bottom lip as they stared at each other nervously. They stepped towards the bed and faced each other. Blaise took Harry's face gently in his hands and leaned to kiss it. Harry melted under Blaise's touch, moaning softly as their eyes closed. Blaise's hands moved from Harry's face, down towards his robes. They slipped underneath and with one simple push, they slipped off of Harry's shoulders and pooled to the ground. He smirked in the kiss and shrugged off his own robes.
They separated and grins spread on their faces as they bumped against the foot of the bed, falling onto it. Blaise quickly grabbed Harry's arms and spun them so he was on top of the boy, smirking down at him.
"You look delectable Harry," he breathed, "but I think we have too much clothing on…"
"Yeah," Harry breathed and with fingers shaking with nervous excitement, they both worked on the others' buttons, slowly revealing their perfect smooth skin. Harry's body was as taunt and lean as ever, his abs having a hint of existence and his nipples red and plump, seeking attention. Blaise's body however looked to start thickening up. His arms were growing biceps that started to bulge, his chest looking more formed and developed with each passing day, Harry was sure one day Blaise would have the long-jealous V-shape as his chest expanded with muscles. It also helped that his legs and ass looked powerful, even when clothed as they are now.
The two pushed each other's shirts off and kissed again, pressing their bodies against each other. It was warm, Harry felt as though his chest was on fire as his hard nipples pressed against Blaise's firm muscles. He moaned at the pressure, his nipples feeling stimulated. Blaise's hands grabbed his hair as Harry's hands went to Blaise's back. They were a single mass, their legs interlocked, bodies pressed together and moans filled the room.
After a while, their hands began drifting downwards towards their pants. They kicked off their shoes and socks simultaneously. Blaise grabbed for Harry's pants first, and with a single pull, ripped off both pants and underwear, revealing Harry's lean legs and fat bubbled ass. His cock was starting to harden, laying against his hairless pelvis. Blaise then took off his own pants, revealing a thick, long black cock that made Harry moan at the sight of it.
"Fuck Blaise…" he whispered.
"I'll be fucking you, cub," Blaise chuckled. "Lift your legs, baby."
Harry swung his legs into the air and hooked his arms around them to keep them up. Blaise got off the bed and pulled Harry to the edge, getting on his knees to stare at his hole. It was pink and tight, the small opening begging for Blaise to ruin it. Blaise smirked and bent to pick up his wand. Harry yipped when he felt a freezing sensation inside him for a moment. "Just being careful," Blaise explained. Harry nodded.
Blaise placed his wand on the nightstand and returned his attention to Harry's ass. He grabbed each cheek and pushed them apart before leaning in and resting his face against Harry's hole, inhaling deeply before poking his tongue out for one long lick. Harry wiggled at the wet feeling of Blaise's tongue as it lapped at his hole, the tip edging around the rim before going inside. Harry moaned and pushed his ass into Blaise's tongue.
"You taste amazing babe," Blaise breathed. He licked Harry's ass some more, slowly loosening the muscle as Harry relaxed under his tongue. The boy clamped up a little when he felt a pressure pushing against his hole and realized a second later that it was Blaise's finger. "Fuck," Harry groaned as Blaise's finger slipped easily into his ass.
He felt a heat deep inside his hole. It was an erotic heat that made him feel wet. "Shit," Blaise chuckled, "so excited for my cock, you're just lubing yourself, cub?"
Harry just moaned in response. Blaise chuckled and he pushed his finger in and out, in and out, Harry's hole slowly getting used to the invasion. "Fuck you're tight," Blaise cursed. He kept pumping his one finger in and out of Harry's hole until he added a second finger ten minutes later, and a third five minutes after that. Harry's hole collapsed around them, refusing to stretch at first before submitting as Blaise twisted his hand and spread his fingers as wide as he could. Harry was a sweaty mess by the end of his, his legs trembling as they rested on Blaise's shoulders.
"You're so beautiful Harry," Blaise whispered. "God I have to fuck your ass."
"Please," Harry mewled, "I need it."
Blaise chuckled and stood up. He gave his thick hard cock a couple of stroke before lining it up with Harry's hole. Using his hand to help guide it, Blaise pushed gently, It hurt. Harry's hole stretched with every centimeter of Blaise's cock. The pain was immense and Harry's screams was mixed with a pleasurable moan as Blaise's heat moved further and further in. "Stop! Stop!" Harry breathed out, he felt as though he was on fire.
Blaise stopped immediately. "What?" he panicked, "did I do something wrong?"
"No—too much… just give me a minute," Harry breathed. "Fuck," he whispered as he draped an arm over his forehead. He did his best to focus on his breathing. "That's it… just breathe pet… just breathe… once you and he gets used to it, I'll come out and we'll have our fun," the Incubus whispered.
Harry mentally nodded and continued his breathing.
"Okay… continue," he said a minute later. Blaise pushed in and didn't stop until he was fully inside.
"You're so tight Harry," Blaise moaned. "I might come too early…"
"Me too," Harry whimpered, "move…"
Blaise began moving, his motions slow and uncertain. But it was enough for both of them. They began moaning as heat grew inside them, Sweat began to appear on Blaise as the heat overwhelmed him. He bent down and kissed Harry, Harry's legs wrapped around his waist as he arched up to meet Blaise's touch. Blaise made love with Harry with slow, meaningful, inexperienced thrusts as both wanted to make this moment last forever.
Their mouths met, tongues danced together and Harry fully submitted to Blaise. Any pain in his body left, instead an incredible pleasurable sensation filled him, as if every place Blaise touched was an erotic zone. The heat inside them build and build with each thrust, Harry's hard cock rubbing between their bodies as Blaise continued to go deeper and deeper inside him. The wet, sticky sound of Blaise's cock moving in Harry's ass filled the room, joining their muffled moans that climbed higher and higher until at last they screamed in the kiss and Blaise came inside Harry's hole, filling it up with his cum as Harry's cum spilled on their bodies.
"My turn," the Incubus chuckled. Harry felt the heat inside him swell into a roaring fire and he screamed in a painful erotism as his wings burst from his back, his horns formed on his head and a long pointed tail emerged right above his tailbone. His cock and nipples all came, staining Blaise's body with the white sticky substance.
Blaise gasped as the Incubus rolled them both around so that Blaise was on the bottom with Harry on top of him.
"Harry," he groaned.
"Suck my tits," Harry commanded, fondling them with his hands, "Drink from me Blaise… I need you," he said in an innocent tone.
Blaise nodded and sat up. They moved so that both were sitting, Blaise's cock still deep inside Harry's ass while Blaise latched onto one of his tits, sucking greedily. The incubus smirked. He wrapped his arms and legs around Blaise, his tail moving to trace patterns on his back. Harry's dark leathery wings folded around them as Blaise continued to drink from his, his cock thickening and hardening as he drank more and more of his cub's milk.
The incubus started to bounce on the cock, his hands moving to Blaise's head to his nipple. "Keep drinking," he commanded. "My turn to lead." Blaise just moaned as Harry and the Incubus took over. He was not gentle. Harry's bounces started fierce as though his only mission was getting Blaise's cock as deep inside him as he could as fast as he could. His hole violently ripped open to allow more and more of Blaise's cock inside him as it seemed to grow larger and thicker. The Incubus smirked at this and he continued his assault on Blaise's cock, his hands keeping Blaise on his tits as the turning teen moved from one to the other to drink as much milk as he could, whichever nipple was free was continuously dripping the thick cum-like substance, which covered both their bodies, not that they cared.
Their gentle moans before were now carnal screams of pure sexual pleasure, Harry's voice filling the room while Blaise's was muffled against his chest. "Your cock's so full in me, fuck," the Incubus cursed, "fuck me harder!"
Blaise obeyed, his hips moving with Harry's bounces. The two grinded their bodies together, slick from sweat and Harry's milk as they worked to get Blaise's cock deeper and deeper into Harry's hole. "It's like a fucking fist is in me, fuck! Harder!" The incubus screamed out in Harry's voice.
Like before the heat inside them build, but instead of a passionate gentle heat, the fire inside them was raw, demonic and powerful. Their bodies felt like they were infernos incarnate but that did not stop them as all that mattered in that time was Blaise drinking from Harry's tits and fucking his ass.
Blaise unlatched from Harry's red puffed and leaking tit only to look at his boy and moan, "I'm going to cum!"
"Cum!" Harry commanded, and Blaise did.
A purple fire enwrapped them both as Blaise spilled his seed into Harry for a second time. Both yelled out into the room. It felt as it began to shake as the purple fire looked to consume everything around them. The Incubus laughed, his red eyes glowing as he gave Blaise a pointy-tooth smirk. "You're mine," he purred. His tail moved from it's place on Blaise's back and, quick like a viper, pierced into Blaise's chest and wrapping around his heart without breaking skin. Blaise's cock only thickened and continued to come as the pointed tail pierced his heart, releasing a liquid that completed the transformation.
Blaise's muscles grew, he began to thicken until his chest was fully developed and abs fully visible as though he had spent his entire life working out. Horns, long and pointed, longer than Harry's, formed on his forehead, black as obsidian and smooth to the touch. A tail like Harry's grew out of his tailbone, long and leather-like with a lethal looking arrow-end. His cock thickened and grew to immense size, a foot long and thick like a snake as it trembled, spilling more and more of his cum from his heavy balls, which now leaked out of the Incubus's hole.
Lastly his eyes shifted from his normal brown to a bloody red.
Satisfied with his work, the Incubus removed his tail from Blaise and admired his handiwork, moaning in approval. The two demons shared a smirk. The Incubus looked down at the mess his tits made.
"Lick it up," he commanded, "then fuck me again. Keep fucking me until the sun rises."
"Yes cub," Blaise the demon growled out. He grabbed Harry's throat and threw him onto the bed. The Incubus moaned as Blaise licked their bodies clean and began fucking him hard, rough and mercilessly. They kept going with Blaise dumping load after load into Harry's ass, the leftovers dripping down their legs and pooling onto the floor.
By the time the sun began to rise, both of them were exhausted. Harry's ass was puffed and worn-looking, cum still leaking out and staining his legs and feet, his gut was inflated a little from the cum that stayed inside him. Their cocks were finally soft, and though they still looked like their demonic selves, the two were curled around each other in a peaceful sleep.
.
"Ahhh, that was entirely refreshing," The Incubus sighed. He and Harry were in his prison. The Incubus's arms were now free, and he was rubbing both of them to get the feeling back. Behind him, the iron contraption and its chain that held his arms behind him laid rusted and broken on the ground. However, his wings and legs were still shackled. Harry was laying on the ground, too exhausted to even stand. "You've done a very good job my pet, I'm so proud of you," the Incubus purred.
"I…that was… …wow," Harry panted. The incubus chuckled, putting his hand eloquently to his mouth.
"Such a poet… but never mind, I am sure that that was much more than you were expecting for your first time?" the Incubus asked.
"Yeah… feels so good… but I'm so tired," Harry breathed.
"Welcome to having a demonic sex life," the Incubus said. "Now… I just wanted to say 'thank you' to you my pet. Sleep, when you wake up both you and Blaise can talk the day through, maybe even do it again, before we begin thinking of our next lover."
Harry nodded, his eyes extremely heavy. "Okay…" he whispered. "Love you…"
"Love you too pet," the Incubus said gently. He combed his hand through Harry's hair and smiled. "You and I are going to do so many wonderful things together," he whispered. "And who knows… if you're a good boy red eyes, I might even let you in on the fun."
He glanced up only to see the eyes disappear.
A/N: Whew… I think I'm losing my perverted touch.