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.

One of the (very few) warnings I have or will do about content: There is some slight futa content (very slight) in this chapter. More a hint of things to come over the summer. If that isn't your cup of tea, just be aware, but it really is very slight. Just a bit of a 'hey, I can do this too' thing from our favorite Succubus. But there is an actual scene coming up in a couple of chapters. I will warn there too, but it's the last time I will do so for that kind of content. It will come up again afterward, but is not super prevalent. It will become more so, but not overwhelming.

This chapter is being posted EARLY because, well, I screwed up and counted a couple chapter's reviews together (because I slacked and didn't respond in a timely fashion). So... you're welcome for me being lazy I guess. :) This will not- NOT- impact the next post being on or around the 5th of December, and I'll likely also post one on or about Christmas as a present too.

And thank you to all those who review, it really does encourage me to post the chapters sooner. :)
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Chap. 18: Morning Wood

Hermione started awake as the bed shifted, bolting upright and reaching for her wand. A hand intercepted her own, though, causing the panicked girl, who feared an attack after the trauma of the previous few days, to punch out as her father had taught her. That hand, too, was caught in another.

"Hold it, Hermione," a peaceful, soft voice made her blink and take a moment to assess the situation before lashing out again.

What she found made her face, her whole body, heat up along with the memory of the night before that had led her to her current position. She was lying nude, her skirt having come off in the night somehow, alongside Harry in his dorm bed, and the hand she'd first reached for her wand with was just an inch or so from gouging the sleeping wizard's eyes.

He, as she remembered, was naked too, and smelled strongly of sex, sweat, lust, and man. His hair was more tousled than normal, but for once he seemed peaceful, calm, even serene as he slept, mouth just slightly open.

The witch's other hand, curled into a decent fist though it was slackening quickly, was extended over Harry's neck toward the slender throat of the curvaceous, twenty-something model's body capped by rose-pink hair with deeper, almost violet eyes that she recognized as belonging to Harry's Succubus.

"You'll wake him if you move too fast," the rosette said softly, then slowly let go of her hands before shifting from her half-upright form to sitting cross-legged, facing both of them with the boy supine, their heads on her left. "I was hoping we could have a minute or two to talk, uninterrupted. Sorry if I woke you, though, that wasn't my intention. I was just going to feed from Master."

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Feed? I thought you said he was safe from you?"

"He is," Lilith replied, stifling a giggle, "I'm simply going to suck his cock... unless you prefer the honors? He'll feed me after, if you prefer."

"S- suck... er... but he's asleep," Hermione whispered, propping herself more casually on one arm as she gestured with her left hand down at him.

"His dick isn't," the other replied, using her own hand to point at the tent below the sheets. "Morning wood isn't at all unusual for any man, especially a young, vigorous one like Master."

Hermione snorted, "I suppose that's true. But I... no, I don't think I will. Somehow I think the scent would... put me off."

"Oh?"

Hermione nodded, wrinkling her nose. "I mean, Harry doesn't smell bad, but... semen and sweat that's sat on someone, especially in close quarters like that without airing out, can't be... pleasant."

"Mm," the Succubus purred, pulling the blankets down to reveal the very region in question before taking a long draw with her pert nose, "I rather think Master's musk is arousing. But suit yourself. Still, I do want to talk, if you don't mind, first."

"Sure, I guess," Hermione replied, making no move to get up and leave, though a part of her wondered why, or what she would do if the Succubus did start blowing her best friend with her lying there. If she were honest with herself, the last conversation they'd had, in the library, had surprised Hermione a great deal. Somehow, despite being an obviously sentient creature, the studious witch had made several assumptions about the otherworldly being that she was quickly finding did not hold water.

She had assumed, with obvious reason, that Lilith would want to hurt Harry in some way. That's just what Succubi in myths did. They seduced men to their deaths, or the loss of their soul, or whatever. Yet Lilith genuinely only seemed interested in fulfilling her Contract with Harry, and having a lot of fun doing it. Another assumption with equal likelihood was that Lilith would only be interested in sex, and ruin Harry for other women.

Yet the truth seemed to be anything but. Sexually aware, absolutely. Even sexually focused. Yet, the creature seemed bound and determined not just to fuck everything that moved, but to help out Harry and his friends (Hermione included, despite her own early reluctance and caution), whether that be through advice, input, physical aid, or... stress relief. Even Hermione could appreciate the latter, though. As cerebral as she could be, sex did feel good in every permutation she'd experienced so far, and she was eager to explore more, whether it be for the pleasure it brought or some depraved form of intellectual curiosity didn't seem to matter.

Morgana, I've eaten out the Succubus and had her go down on me twice now, and it's been amazing both times. I mean, I don't really find women attractive in general, but if Lilith is any proof, the mouth feels about the same. And there's still something so... so erotic about it on my end, too.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Lilith asked quietly as her hand landed on Harry's dick, trailing just a few fingertips up and down the length.

Hermione felt herself flush again as she realized she was still naked and that the other woman was looking more at her breasts than Harry, but pushed the thought aside. It's not like she hasn't seen- or doesn't have- better anyway. Even if my breasts are probably my best feature. "I... I was just thinking about you, actually. How I... was wrong about you. At least, so far."

"Wrong about me? Oh... your suspicions?"

Hermione nodded a bit sheepishly, choosing not to elaborate if Lilith wasn't going to dwell on the details.

"Well, I'm glad to have put some of your fears to rest, then. I admit they weren't without reason given the legends about my kind, but while I do have a few secrets still, I hope you can trust that I truly do have Master's best interests at heart. Even if that means going against the Contract and being sent home."

"You'd go that far?"

Lilith nodded, looking down at Harry with an almost wistful smile, "He's... come a long way from the boy he was just a few weeks ago when he summoned me. I was fond of him then, but now... if he could survive being surrounded by my kind forever, I'd gladly try to take him home when I leave just to stay near him. But doing so would kill him, so that wouldn't work."

"But he would hate that- being taken away from us."

"Another reason why I wouldn't," Lilith agreed, shifting her hands to glide her whole palm over his length, "but I admit I'm tempted even so. Most Succubi end up completely dominating their Contractor's lives, because they simply can't handle us, even with the benefits we bring. Imagine your normal bloke able to have sex all day, every day, and having access to a shape-shifting woman who never gets tired of it?"

"They'd starve to death, if the dehydration doesn't get them first," Hermione said with a laugh. Mirth that quickly faded when she looked up at Lilith's flat expression.

"Exactly. Most of the time, that's exactly what happens when we get Summoned. Master still being alive and in good health- he's actually in far better health- after three weeks is almost a miracle. It's not that he's made for sex, though he may as well be now. It's that he actually exercises some self-discipline, and knows that sex isn't everything. He knows what he wants, and he is willing to take it, but he doesn't just want one climax after the other with the most gorgeous women he can imagine."

"That does sound pretty rare," Hermione attempted to joke again.

This time, Lilith smiled, "I've seen the minds of most every male- and female- in the castle, and the nearby village. I can guarantee you, not one of them, even your Headmaster, could have lasted this long if they had bound a Succubus. But Master did, and since he has, he's proven himself a true rarity, of priceless value to us all."

"In more than one way," Hermione agreed, feeling suddenly solemn about her best friend, "It's... nice, having someone else say out loud just how precious Harry is."

"That too. I meant to our kind specifically, though. Think about it- we need the proteins in your bodily excretions to reproduce and to create... well, just about anything on our plane of existence. Human, specifically, though human-like creatures can work in a pinch. Animals, although we can get pleasure from them, are not capable of the same thing. Only human fluids will do."

Hermione pushed the disturbing thought of zoophilia away for a moment, choosing to focus, as usual, on the more academic question at the forefront of her mind, "How exactly does that work?"

"I'm not entirely sure," Lilith admitted, "It's not exactly my field of study, and I'm relatively young. Something in the genetic structure, I believe, the specific gene proteins, are something that does not naturally occur where we live, yet are necessary for our species to procreate. Somewhere in our distant past, we came from this world or one like it. No one is really sure which. The first of us, according to our legends, was as mutable as I am, but not all of us are, only a few. Maybe... ten percent of us. Of those, about half volunteer as summons after our training is complete and we've reached 'adult' status. But that's not an exact analogue. Technically, I'm a 'teenager' as far as age and education goes, but I've 'graduated'. A bit early, but still graduated."

"Go on," Hermione urged, thoroughly distracted by the hand-job she was only partially watching, turning most of her attention to watching the soft pink lips move as the succubus continued to explain.

"That one, and maybe one other, was banished to our world, or something like that. Maybe your world's... well, I don't know, there are some apocryphal legends or something that talk of a mythical first wife for your Adam, before Eve, who would not submit. No official record of her is known to exist as far as we know, but there are still stories floating around. My personal feeling is that there's at least a grain of truth to that, and it's that being's name that Master gave me."

"M- Harry named you Lilith?"

"Mm, hmm," the Succubus grinned happily, "and I find it quite suitable. Anyway, so Master's seed, as the Contractor, is specifically for me. I keep all of it inside me, and its genetic material allows me to grow in several ways. I can do more with my body- assuming smaller or larger shapes, for example- and can use the magical essence within it to perform more powerful effects. The main use, however, is to grow the connection between us... which makes us both more powerful."

"How, exactly?"

"Again, I'm not sure. But I can give you a few examples. I've demonstrated for Master most of my abilities, but I've kept them quiet for a reason outside of him. You, I trust to keep the knowledge safe. When we first Bonded, I could sense his direction relative to me, his rough distance, and his emotional state if he was within about a mile. Now, our bond is much stronger, and we could speak telepathically- even if it was broken up- from here to your Ministry, which as I understand it is almost on the other side of the country."

Hermione whistled, "Wow, I didn't know that had a limit, or that you haven't been doing so the whole time."

Lilith nodded and grinned, "You saw Dean shoot his load last night, right?"

Hermione blushed and looked down, but whispered, "I saw it… interrupted. You were... on him, weren't you? Invisible?"

"Sure was. Master asked me to distract him so he wouldn't notice him joining in your fun, and I was happy to do it. But the way he asked me required a brief mind-dive, using a branch of that same power to read his deepest dreams. That's something I can barely do even with a recharge- which is why I'll need more than one feeding today to maintain my strength- and something I did on Umbridge to figure out the best way to get rid of her. Nasty woman."

"Ugh. I was just getting into you wanking Harry, but now..."

"Sorry," Lilith giggled, "but anyway, that's the main purpose of Master's semen for me. That, and keeping me here. It's the default price for the Contract, and I had to get that from him. There's some leeway based on my willingness, but basically I require at least one load from him every day I remain here. I can go up to about a week without it as long as the loads are made up, and I can get some in other ways, but that's the upper limit. Fortunately, Master is always willing and able.

"The others... yours, Ron's, Dean's, every other person in the Castle I can get fluids from- and that's all of them, per Master's wishes now- and in the village, I store those in my body, too, but in a different way. They're... well, not compatible. I can't, actually can not, use them to grow myself. Because Master and I are Bonded, he is a part of me in a way, and I am a part of him. That's why I can use his material to grow- it's almost like my Body Morphology ability in how it works. It's literally taking him into me, making him part of me, and then... changing that part, except it works on more than just my body."

"Huh. That makes sense, I suppose. So what happens to the other... stuff? Like... I assume you've taken some of mine, too." Hermione wanted to feel a little squicky about discussing her own vaginal fluids, but the memory of just how delightful Harry's big dick plunging her depths and Lilith's tongue on her clit at the same time had made her feel pushed that to the side quickly.

"Your honey flavor is delectable," Lilith sighed happily, switching her hand to actively stroking Harry, though she did so slowly and casually, "And yes. It's really all the same, I take the material- and yes, I know women don't have the same kind of genetic material as men, and there isn't the same gene packets in it. But your eggs don't do the same thing. Don't ask me why, I don't know. Anyway, so I take that and it basically gets broken down into component parts and 'stored'. It doesn't take up 'space', or if it does it's so small it's unnoticeable. It exists within us, yet not. When I return to my world, whenever that is, it will go with me, and I'll be able to extrude it. There... those of our kind capable of such things, and no I'm not one of them, will take that and make things out of it. Some of us, myself included, will be given a portion to work toward creating another Succubus.

"That's fascinating," Hermione murmured, "but how does that part work? Do you... build yourselves, or something? Assembled from the genetic material?"

"Not exactly," Lilith shook her head, "though we can. It works that way, it's just inefficient. We... well, if we ingest enough of it and take a certain amount of time, we do eventually absorb it like a Bond's fluids. From there, we can either make a child within us and carry it, if we prefer, or... well, bud."

"Bud. Like... a flower?"

"Or a hydra."

"Hydra...? You cut a piece of yourself off, and it... grows into another one of you?"

"No," Lilith shook her head, "the other way around. Like a simple organism Hydra, not a magical creature Hydra. We grow the other one attached to us, and when it's strong enough to live on its own, we separate. Not cutting- we can all change our bodies at least a little, enough for that. We just split apart, like a cell dividing almost."

"Weird."

"Eh. I always preferred the 'natural' way, but I've never actually done either, so... it's hard to say."

"Could you become pregnant the normal way, if you're in a human body?"

"Actually, yes, but with conditions."

"Such as?"

"Well, it would have to be through Master. Only his seed is compatible enough with me now. Anyone else is flat-out impossible, and even with a powerfully-Bonded pair it's very rare. If it happens, the child will essentially be a new Succubus, but capable of Bonding as your kind does. It's... rare, but it happens. Usually they end up being great leaders of our kind, whether beneficent or tyrannical. Hasn't been one in a few hundred years, though. Anyway, it's not likely to happen."

"Why not?" Hermione pressed.

"Well," Lilith shrugged, looking down at Harry's member while she composed her thoughts, "for one, I'd need to actually look like myself, and while we're humanoid enough and carry all the necessary parts, it's not normal for a Contractor to want to be with a Succubus that way. Master didn't seem to mind the one time we did, but I could tell he was distracted all the same. For another, we both have to want it. Really want it, not just say we do. And our Bond needs to be as strong as it can possibly be, and we aren't there yet."

"How long would that take? Just for curiosity."

"Mm... at this rate? Two or three years or so. Like most things, the better you get, the stronger you get, the more work it takes to keep advancing."

"Ah. So... How many Succubi are there in the world? Our world, I mean."

"I don't know," she admitted, "maybe a thousand? Two? There's one near where Master's relatives live, but I don't know who, and another one somewhere in the country I've felt at a distance. I think it's just the three of us here. Beyond that... it's just me extrapolating based on what little I know of the population elsewhere."

"Three for the U.K... I suppose a thousand would be about right," Hermione nodded, "but I'd be eager to learn the actual figures if you ever find out. You... you mentioned wanting... well, if Harry hadn't been the one to summon you..."

Lilith looked up, smiling again, "Oh, when you... yes. You're smart, pretty, and friendly. You'd be a good Mistress, too. I didn't mean anything else by it. You might even make it as long as Master has."

Hermione snorted, "I'd like to think I have more self-discipline than Harry, thanks."

"You might, you might," Lilith admitted, "now, I'm getting hungry. Any other questions, or can I eat?"

"No, go ahead," the brunette snorted, and lifted one knee, adjusting her position slightly to get a better view as Lilith shifted herself downward and opened her mouth wide.

Harry woke to the increasingly-familiar feeling of a mouth on his morning condition, his first orgasm of the day approaching rapidly.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, careful of the morning light streaming in through the windows, though he could tell by the shade that his bed-curtains were closed, and the quiet that they were also silenced.

It was a good thing, because whoever it was going down on him wasn't being quiet. Instead, she slurped noisily, greedily, while bobbing about half-way down his length and back, the lower half of his member circled by two hands.

Hands that changed shape as he opened his eyes to reveal Lilith, still in her buxom 'older' form, his penis disappearing behind her full lips as the violet eyes looked up at him. To his right, Harry was surprised to see Hermione, still naked as he was, in the bed, one hand idly fingering herself while she watched Lilith at work.

"Morning," he greeted both quietly, reaching out to put his left hand atop Lilith's head between her horns, and the other to simply rest against Hermione's waist.

"Morning," the human girl whispered, "You've been asleep for a while, so Lilith decided to wake you up and- feed, I guess- at the same time."

The Succubus grunted in agreement as her pace increased, smiling around him. Harry groaned softly, unable to tell for sure if he was dreaming or if his best female friend really was in his bed, naked after having shagged the night before, pleasuring herself while watching his pet blow him. Either way, he decided it was a pleasant way to wake up.

"We've been talking," Hermione continued, "She and I. Ron, a bit, too, but he's down to breakfast already- it's nearing nine. The train will be here in a couple hours."

"I'm surprised you're still here, then," Harry replied, "I'd have thought you'd be making sure you had everything packed, or at least eating."

"I can eat later," Hermione chuckled, "I woke up at six, like always. Anyway, she told me a lot of what she's told you- not everything- about how her people... work. Like, the Contract and everything. So I'm letting her have hers, but I'll want some soon, within the month at least. Waiting until we meet at Headquarters is too long."

"I agree," Harry nodded, then to Lilith, "Deeper, please."

"Emth, Mffthhr."

She complied at once, sinking to the base and twisting her head to spin around him a little while she swallowed several times.

"That's... wow," Hermione groaned, "Don't think I'll ever be able to do that."

The increase in pleasure was just enough to tip Harry over the edge, and he pulsed several times down Lilith's throat while the witch spoke, barely able to process what she was saying. After his orgasm had quieted and Lilith pulled away, he said, "You're already pretty close. Um... should we get going? I'm packed, but..."

"I made sure Ron was," Hermione shrugged as she eyed his still-hard dick, before throwing one leg over him and settling in, groaning herself as she sheathed him inside herself, "And I am, too. So there's almost nothing to do... except you."

As the girl started rocking her hips on him, Lilith pointed down between her legs.

Harry followed her finger, then froze momentarily at what he saw. Lilith only winked, though, as the member- one she didn't normally have- faded away, then pointed at Hermione and thought to him, "After I've gotten her used to me, that's for her, too. Please? I know you both said just you and Ron, but... Shapeshifter, remember?"

Harry, most of his attention taken by the girl gyrating atop him, pulled one of Hermione's heavy breasts into his mouth and started to suckle, the other being worked by his hand while his other slid down her back to cup the girl's arse, took several seconds to formulate his equally silent reply, "Yeah, I... I don't know how to feel about that. Knowing you can do that... but... I guess it's worth trying?"

Lilith didn't reply verbally or with her mind, but instead moved position, settling between his legs and lowering her head. A few seconds later, he felt Hermione's pace quicken, then the Succubus' tongue slide along his base, then around his sweaty scrotum, and back up, vanishing from his ability to sense- no doubt on Hermione- before returning a few seconds later.

This time, Hermione didn't protest at all.

So with a Succubus licking his balls and Hermione's cunt while the witch rode him from the top, Harry had his second orgasm of the morning several minutes later, a moment after the witch came around him.

Only then, with the time now nearing nine-thirty, did he head for the showers, neither girl accompanying him at his insistence. He really was hungry.

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