A/N: All previous warnings still, and will continue, to apply. Not for children or the faint of heart, or anyone sexually conservative. You've been warned.
Thanks as always to my amazing Beta, Hrymeigh, for going back and editing everything I've already posted before digging into new content.

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Chap. 7: Building Tension and Trust

Harry was not quite done that evening, though. Fortunately, Lilith was always willing, because watching her kiss first Seamus, then Dean, then Neville (who was bare from the torso up, at least, though thankfully under his blanket) was... not the hardship Harry might have expected, but he was still not ready to see any of the rest of them shag his newest friend- or at least, the one who was helping him the most. Has it really only been fifteen days, he wondered to himself, seems like a lifetime, in some ways.

Yet, checking his dates mentally, it was true: just over two weeks prior, near midnight, he'd summoned Lilith. He'd lost his virginity to Daphne mere minutes after the stroke of midnight, and... He smiled, looking back, while Lilith gave both him and Ron a chance to change their minds. "Ronald," she reminded them, "this Rune will be permanent, for you. It will be invisible, but there will be some- other Succubi, those related- who will know that you are branded. In a way, it is sort of like marking you as 'mine', though I personally lay no claim to you beyond someone I'd like to have sex with at some point or points. But it will be flavored with my magic, and there will be those in your world who respond well to that- and those who disapprove. But it will work."

Ron nodded, "R- Right. So, what would I need to do then? And what does the Rune do, exactly?"

Lilith gestured toward Harry from where she stood in the middle of the room, Harry sitting half-dressed with pyjamas off and boxers on atop his bed with The Dark Arts Outsmarted open next to him, though he wasn't reading very hard. "Master's Stamina Rune, right now, allows him several benefits. Shorter refraction time- he recovers more quickly, about fifty percent- as well as lasting longer while in the act. Sex and related acts use less energy for him, as well as providing him a 'battery' of sorts to use in doing so. Basically, it lets him have sex more often and for longer periods while becoming less tired. Being a Succubus, that's where the greatest benefit lies, but it does have some effect on any consumption of physical energy or exertion. He can run faster and farther without getting tired, for example, just not to the extent it's altered his sexual prowess."

"And- and that's what you want to give me?"

Lilith shrugged, "If you want it. It doesn't cost me anything but some time, and as I explained to Master earlier, I'm freed up for the next day or so. It'll take maybe... twenty minutes."

"Okay," Ron acknowledged, "And you said it takes... some of Hermione's 'juice' to do hers? Does that mean it takes...?"

Lilith nodded once, "Yes, I'll need some of your semen. I can use what I licked off Hermione earlier, but it's better if I can get it fresh. I'll leave that up to Master."

Harry, barely even pretending to read at that point, looked up, shooting each a measuring gaze. Then he shrugged with one shoulder, "Do what you want to do. I don't really think of you as a slave, you know? If you want to shag Ron, go ahead. Just come- come help me out, after."

"I don't need to shag him, Master," Lilith purred, sending him a saucy wink that Harry found particularly sexy, but also strangely incongruous given her all-but prepubescent form, "I'll save that 'till you're more comfortable with the idea. There are other ways." Lilith then turned back toward Ron, her Hogwarts-style robes vanishing into mist once more, then reached down to tug him upright with one arm.

"Er, what are-" Ron started to ask, but Lilith put a dainty finger on his lips to silence the teenaged boy, then lay down on the bed and patted her stomach, "Sit here, Ronald, facing my head."

Ron obeyed, confused at first, but with a growing erection all the same. Clearly, Ron found this aspect of Lilith, despite not being as voluptuous as he seemed to prefer, still at least a little exciting and arousing.

Harry, too, was growing erect once more, but he was doing his best to ignore it. He really did want to finish this chapter before bed, and it was already late. Not to mention, he also wanted to give Ron some fun. He'd been a good friend for years, after all, and his 'best mate', despite all the troubles between them, mostly in the last year.

Now, though, Harry was happy his friend was starting to mature, catch up almost, and realize all the good things he had that Harry did not, like a family.

"Now," Lilith instructed once Ron was straddling her, "put that long dick between my breasts, and use them."

Ron blinked, Harry looked up to see tiny Lilith's breasts swell to roughly Susan Bones' size, which looked both sexy as hell and ridiculous on her body. Then, eyes wide with amazement at the new world of possibilities that had just opened up to his fifteen-year-old mind, complied.

At first he was hesitant and slow, but Lilith squeezing her engorged- Harry would have guessed somewhere along the lines of an E-cup, if he had to guess- breasts together with both hands while tweaking the nipples enraptured both of the males awake in the room.

Ron quickly started hammering away, his own hands joining Lilith's, then eventually replacing them, as they went to work her own genitals with her and Harry's growing arousal.

Arousal which spiked when Lilith started letting her tongue dart out to caress the underside of Ron's long penis on every upstroke, doing so for about a minute before she opened her mouth fully to let his swollen head pass her lips.

"Merlin," Ron gasped, "Can't- can't believe how fuckin' sexy this is."

"I know," Harry answered, just as amazed to be watching it from across the room, his right hand now squeezing his own hard-on, still inside his boxers.

Ron, despite his earlier pair of orgasms, did not last long under Lilith's exceedingly skilled ministrations, exploding all over her breasts, neck, chin, and into her waiting mouth, too. Lilith made quite a show of swallowing what went inside and licking more of it off her prodigious chest, before scooping up the rest of the leavings into the palm of one hand and gesturing with her head, "Alright, stud, off you get. Lay down on the bed- you'll need to be nude. You'll probably also pass out, so push your blankets down to the foot so we can cover you."

If Ron was surprised by the sudden change in Lilith's tone from wanton to business-like, he tried not to show it, instead hurrying to obey.

If she'd just done that for me, I think I'd be doing whatever she wanted, too, Harry thought with a smile, turning back to his book for the time being.

He was still partially listening and watching while Lilith dabbed her right pointer finger in the still-steaming jizz and started writing with it directly above the thatch of hair, even over the line of it, that adorned Ron's groin, whispering softly under her breath while she did so.

Within seconds, perhaps aided by the multiple orgasms, or perhaps because of Lilith's magic, Ron was asleep.

Harry, for his part, at least finished the chapter before he sat upright and allowed his now-flagging member (he'd stopped squeezing when Lilith had finished milking Ron for all he had left) to flop partially out the flap of his boxers. He watched Lilith carefully in the moonlight coming through the window and the single candle he had been reading by, admiring her current form even as it slowly receded to her normal one.

"How come," he eventually asked in a near-whisper, despite knowing the other boys in the room were to busy enjoying their erotic, Succubus-caused sleep and dreams to wake up for nearly anything, "I'm so turned on by the- the younger-looking you, and Ron's not?"

Lilith shrugged in her work, re-tracing the rune for what must have been the hundredth time, "Several reasons, I'm sure. For one, people- even Succubi- are different. I know humans frown on physical affection- sex- with children, and I, for my part, agree. You aren't what I'd call a child, none of you are. If there's grass on the field, play ball, is an expression we learned from your people. There can be health risks for girls who have children too young, or even intercourse too young, but that doesn't change what you're attracted to. Am I not alluring, still?"

She sent a wink his way to illustrate that she knew full well the answer, making Harry blush slightly. "Of course you are, it's just... I'm not sure why I like the younger form more. It's not even much more, but enough I notice."

"Maybe," Lilith said carefully, "It's because you were younger when you started 'noticing' girls, than your friend, so you were attracted to people your own age? It happens. Then you become somewhat- fixated, I guess, is an appropriate word, though not the best one. I'm not sure, I'm not a human boy, but that's my best guess at the moment. Or maybe you want a younger sister-figure who isn't actually your sister- or maybe is."

Harry blushed, sputtering, "I- I- isn't that- well, w- wrong?"

Again, Lilith shrugged, resuming the rune once more, "To some people certainly. Succubi as a race generally don't care, as I've said. I know humans have genetic issues with it, and I'm also sure most of your societal taboos are tied up in that. But it's a fairly common fascination, believe it or not, at least as far as fantasies go."

Harry swallowed, looking away, and said nothing until Lilith finished with Ron. The bright flash of light over his groin when she finished caught Harry's attention, pulling him from his thoughts, while Lilith stood and turned, facing him in all her child-like glory. "Does it bother you, Master? Being attracted to younger-looking girls?"

Harry gave a noncommittal shrug she took as a 'definitely maybe yes', then stepped over to him, taking her usual (for his position) place between his knees, though she took up his hands, looking up into his face rather than start working on his shaft, "If it bothers you, people can learn to like other things. You obviously find other forms attractive, too. Would you prefer I stayed like this?"

Harry shrugged again, this one more a 'definitely not sure' type, and briefly looked down to watch her watching him before he turned away, looking back toward the book without really seeing it.

She sighed a little, then said, "Master, for what it's worth, my- admittedly imperfect, since I am from a literal different world, but still fairly well educated- knowledge of this country's laws and societal mores indicate that, while people of your age having sex at all is to be frowned upon, in many ways it's a 'given thing that we don't talk about'. It's tacitly accepted. Does it bother you to have shagged Hermione, or Daphne, or Marietta, or Cho, or even Pansy?"

Harry shook his head, "Of course not, it's just... Well, in a way it does. I feel like I've used them all, manipulated them, and that I'm using you."

"That's probably because you have," Lilith said quietly, "But that doesn't mean you need to feel guilty over it. Even under the influence of the Fog of Lust- which I only used on Daphne, for you and me both, so we could form a Contract- a person is still, in most ways, in their 'right mind'. They can think rationally, they just want to have sex a lot. Sure, that's manipulative, in some ways, but it doesn't force them to. And you've used them for your own pleasure, certainly. But that doesn't, again, mean you need to feel guilty. Have they not all, each and every one, benefitted from you?"

Harry swallowed, giving another half-shrug. "I don't know... maybe. Not that one girl in- in the closet."

Lilith raised one bubblegum eyebrow, "As I know who that person is, I can tell you she did get her benefit. But my point is, all of them did. Think of how many orgasms you gave Pansy Parkinson compared to the one you got. Think of how her life has already changed for the better because of that, and what you said after. Think of how much better off this school and its students are without Umbridge being an active presence here. Think of how much better off your own close friends are without her troubling them, and you."

Harry frowned, but nodded. "I- I guess I... hadn't thought of that."

"I know," Lilith smiled easily, rising up to stand on her knees to press a kiss to his lips before sinking back down, "That's because, like most teenagers, you can only see things from your point of view. But you're learning that you are not the only person of value- or you have already learned that, and are learning that things are often connected in ways that we cannot expect. Or, even having started learning that lesson, you may be on the next, which is that all our choices, actions, words, or even non-action and non-words- have consequences, not all of which- even the vast majority of which- cannot be predicted. We simply do the best we can with what we have, and move forward, hoping for the best."

Harry's frown deepened, though his nod was more certain this time. "Then, if that's true, if... does that mean that people like Fudge are actually..."

Lilith shrugged, "I don't know who Fudge is, but probably, yes, he's doing what he thinks is right. Most people- even the 'villains' like your Dark Lord- are doing what they think is 'right and just'. It's a very rare person who is both evil and can see that they are. The very fact that you're questioning your own morality and judgments means you are on a good path, Harry. You are a good person. If you cannot believe me, then believe your loyal friends, like Ron and Hermione, who have already followed you through great dangers because they, like me, see who you are, and who you can be."

"I... I don't know what to say," Harry murmured, looking down at her again, this time with tears falling down his face.

"Then don't," she replied quietly, "you don't have to say anything. I feel what you feel, and I understand. But, Master, I do have one question I'd like an answer to. Would you rather fuck me, or just cuddle?"

Harry blinked, then snorted slightly with suppressed laughter. "I think you know the answer to that: Both!"

With a victorious grin at his altered mood, Lilith, violet eyes locked upward on his, sank her mouth down and started licking at his head, then as he swelled back to full mast in just seconds, took him all, spinning her head back and forth around him a few times while fully impaled, making Harry gasp, before withdrawing.

"My tits, Master? Do you want to try that, too?"

"Hell yeah," Harry whispered.

Lilith, though, did not let him rise. Instead, she only rose a little more on her legs and leaned in, pushing the again-fatty mounds around him. Then she leaned in, even while starting a long, slow rise and fall, to kiss him passionately, her tongue dancing with his.

Harry had to pull away after about a minute, though, not only to gasp for air- he had yet to master breathing through his nose if he was too distracted- but to focus on the pillowy, dry friction around his shaft as Lilith picked up her pace, then started squeezing together harder, or alternating which breast was moving up at any given moment. Then, like with Ron before, she started taking his head into her mouth on her down-stroke, only letting him go with a soft pop of pressure as she inhaled around his head.

Then she started to hum whenever he was in her mouth. His hips, in response, started jerking forward a tiny bit, almost spasmodically, though Harry fought to resist, even while his hand on Lilith's head subconsciously tried to urge her to go lower and lower.

But Lilith, after several seconds, grinned and ceased her breast- and mouth-based ministrations, standing fluidly and moving over to slip behind and around him onto the bed before casually opening her knees, bent at an angle upward, and gesturing him forward with one finger, "Come hither, Master. I desire thee... more intimately."

Harry grinned, spinning around and pouncing at once. Once he was over his Succubus companion, he grinned, "Who am I to disagree?" Then he plunged inward, enjoying the way her body rocked with every thrust, her huge tits spinning in hypnotic circles.

When he was spent, several minutes later, she turned and curled into his embrace, continuing to maintain the same form while he started to drowse. Once they were both settled and his eyes were closed, Harry whispered in her ear, "I don't exactly think of you like a sister, you know."

"I know," she giggled quietly, rubbing her pert bum against him, "but if you did, Master, I'd still be eager to shag every time you were. What would you consider too young, Master?"

He thought about it for several seconds, then said, "Maybe thirteen, if they were more... mature? Fourteen's probably alright. For now. I think if I were older, myself, I wouldn't want someone that young. Someone I can relate to, at least. You're... special. I don't think I could be with a human girl as young as you look."

"That's alright, then," she replied, "Think about it this way. You don't object to shagging Cho, or Marietta, who are both a year older, correct?"

"No, I didn't mind at all."

"And a few years younger, then, wouldn't be a big deal- as long as they weren't too young to be unhealthy?"

"Probably not," Harry admitted.

"Well," Lilith said, reaching for the hand around her waist to pull it up and press a kiss to the inside of his palm, then clutch it to her round chest, "for what it's worth, the 'younger' me is what I'd call the human equivalent of about thirteen. Developed, mostly, and maybe a bit unsafe, but probably alright, if they're careful. If you don't go after anyone else that young-looking, you're probably okay. And not any younger. Of course, as you said, when you are a bit older, you will want to look for older companions. It's perfectly natural."

"Hm. I guess," Harry agreed, pressing his own lips to the back of her head, using his other hand, the one at the end of the arm Lilith usually used as a pillow while he slept, to trace her tiny horns, which were the same size as her other body.

"Would you have sex with anyone... older?" Lilith asked, just as he started to drift.

Predictably, he came back to full wakefulness while he considered. "I... I'm not sure. Probably? It depends on who they are. Madame Rosmerta, down in Hogsmeade, Ron fancies her physically quite a bit, but she's a bit too curvy for me, if you know what I mean. Also, she's Hagrid's age, and that's about... fifty? Pretty, still, but too old for me."

"What about a younger, but still adult, witch? In her mid-twenties, say, and quite pretty?"

"Sure, if they were willing and not just doing it because I'm 'the Famous Harry Potter'," he scoffed quietly, "Why?"

"Well... one more question before I answer if you don't mind, Master. What about... early thirties?"

She could feel him stiffen slightly with his whole body, then shrug, "It'd really depend on the person."

"Okay. As for the why...? There's a few who fancy you around here, that's all."

Harry blinked.

"That- that'd mean..."

"A teacher?"

Harry nodded.

Lilith, though, grinned, shaking her head, "No, she was... visiting, let's say. Part of my project for Umbridge, she was here gathering evidence for us. Even with Hermione's approval, and it took some convincing."

"How did you convince Hermione to do anything she was reluctant to?" Harry asked, smiling to himself at the idea.

"I promised her I'd convince both of you to share her, of course," Lilith giggled, "Not exactly a hard sell- she just didn't believe me at first that I could do it. I think she still doubted until today."

"I don't," Harry said, "I think Ron and I are both fine with it, as long as Hermione is."

"And no jealousy with watching me and your friend? Or friends?"

"Not so far," Harry said, "Now, quit talking about it, I need to sleep, minx."

"As you command, Master. Sleep well."

He barely heard the last word, and did not notice when Lilith stood at his bedside, pushing the stored semen from her vagina, and started scribing more runes on him, too.

Given the expression of pain he wore, even while asleep, while she scribed the second set, the Succubus thought it best anyway.

Harry sighed, glancing around the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Once again, Umbridge- or Lilith masquerading as Umbridge- was not present. She had been, he had heard, for most of the other years' classes, and even for the combined Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff double class. But, for all of the ones Harry and the other fifth-year Gryffindor and Slytherin students shared, she was not to be found, leaving only words spelled up onto the blackboard. Usually, the message was simply the chapter number they were expected to read, along with, "There will be no need to talk."

The previous evening and night's events- all-but a three-way with Hermione and Ron, with Lilith looking on and somewhat participating, followed by her 'servicing' both Ron and himself for a set of her Runes each (and did he ever feel... invigorated)- had gone a long way to assuaging any worry he might have felt, not least of which because now he knew, or at least thought he did, what Lilith was planning, and knew roughly where the real Umbridge was.

But still, things, the general situation in Great Britain and Hogwarts in general, he and his friends specifically, were making him quite tense.

True, he had an excellent form- several, really- of stress relief somewhat handy, but this was the last day of classes before the exams, when Lilith's plan was set to activate.

The last good chance it had, in other words, of failing spectacularly.

But she was not there. In fact, he could feel Lilith's presence, much as he had in the Room of Requirement the previous evening, walking at a brisk waddle- somehow, he knew- down the corridor outside.

Then the door opened as she arrived, revealing the hideous visage of Dolores Umbridge. Ron, Hermione, and many others shuddered.

Harry did, too, though it was mostly for show. He knew it was Lilith, at least, and her real form- her 'base form', pink hair and all, regardless of age- was beautiful to him.

"Greetings, class," 'Umbridge' said, Lilith's mimicry of the witch's sickeningly sweet affectations now spot-on, "This is the final day of your review before your exams. I expect all of you will have finished reading, as was scheduled, Wilbert Slinkhard's Defensive Magical Theory last week, and spent the last week in review, as I instructed via the board?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge," the class intoned dully.

Harry, while he did so too, fought to hold back a smirk. He had actually read the book, within the first week. Had he learned anything useful?

Not particularly. How to find cover, maybe, or flee more effectively.

Only the first he was, apparently, already pretty good at, and the second... it wasn't his style.

Not really, anyway.

"Excellent. You may review chapters you feel you do not fully understand for the remainder of the period. There will be no need to talk."

Then 'Umbridge' sat down and opened what looked like the morning's edition of the Daily Prophet. Harry was surprised to see his own face on the cover- how had no one mentioned that during breakfast? But before he could do too much thinking about it, he felt Lilith's voice in his mind. Did you like my impression, Master? If you think it hard, I might be able to hear you, now. Our bond has grown quite a bit since I arrived, and the Runes should help.

Harry frowned slightly in concentration, then 'thought' as hard as he could, It was perfect, if a bit scary. Why'm I on the front page?

Lilith as Umbridge blinked, turning back to the front page in surprise, quickly scanning the article. Nothing new, really. Your Minister- is that the Fudge you mentioned last night? Anyway, he apparently is sponsoring some legislation making it illegal to claim that your Dark Lord is back, in 'direct opposition to the spurious and just incredibly false claims by the deranged Harry Potter'. That's all.

For several seconds, he felt like jumping up in fury and stomping down to the dungeons to take out his anger and frustration at the article on Umbridge herself.

But, even without Lilith's voice echoing in his head to calm down, Harry felt he would have been able, finally, to do so on his own. He quashed the emotion at first, then thought better of it, and simply... let it go.

It's not worth it, he realized.

They aren't worth it. Hermione was right. It's simply not worth the work of being angry. They'll get what's coming to them, though. But that doesn't mean I have to be furious over it. Don't get mad...

Lilith's voice intruded, finishing the expression, Get even. Exactly, Master.

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