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.
And thank you to all those who review, it really does encourage me to post the chapters sooner. :)
Enjoy- and Merry Christmas, or whatever holiday you choose to enjoy around this time of year!
Another Futa warning (Lilith again, but this time with Harry, which is more to pave the way for something else in future). It's relatively minor compared to last chapter, though.
Chap. 23: Roads Less Travelled
Per Sirius' suggestion, the three- four, once Lilith came down showing off her chosen form at around ten in the morning- had a lazy day watching telly, and had order-out pizza for lunch.
Astoria, new to the Muggle World's conveniences, took to all of this with amazement, especially the food.
Which brought Harry to a rather profound question. "Astoria... your family, they've tried to cure your Blood Malediction? Every means they can think of?"
The girl nodded, having grown quite used to talking about her upcoming death (apparently in a fairly gruesome way) without it putting her off her lunch, which she continued to chew happily.
"Have they tried... you know, Muggle methods?"
Sirius stopped chewing.
Astoria shook her head, swallowed, then said, "No- why would they? It's a magical curse."
Harry shared a look with Lilith, "Because, well... magic has non-magical effects sometimes. A magical fire spell can start a non-magical fire. Magic can remove or alter non-magical water, or... whatever. Even the water created by the Aguamenti charm isn't magical in nature, it just appears that way. So..."
"I think what Harry is trying to say, is that it's an avenue worth checking. It costs... well, Lily always said Muggle healing was expensive, but we've got money. That's not something to worry about. It's... it's worth a shot. Let me make a few calls before we go."
He finished his slice of pizza quickly, then moved into the living room and started up the Floo.
Astoria didn't seem to think much of the process, but she'd no doubt been poked and prodded enough by medical professionals of one stripe or another that a few more didn't bother her. Nor did she seem to believe, like Harry, that this might just be a much-needed ray of hope. A waste of time, maybe, but something that seemed to make the others happier, is how he'd have described her reaction to his thought.
Maybe it was.
But it was still worth looking into.
Harry was dressed smartly in a similar set of robes to what he'd worn to the Yule Ball in his fourth year but black with dark green trim (no use hiding his Slytherin nature from this lot, he'd said to Lilith while changing), Astoria in some well-fitting, stylish Muggle casual clothes like a halter-top and white jeans that accented her fair complexion and dark hair nicely, and Sirius somewhere between them in semi-formal clothing, a polo shirt and trousers covered by an open robe that looked almost like a Western-style duster.
If he'd had a six-shooter and a wide-brimmed hat, it would've been almost perfect.
And Lilith... stayed back.
Harry had only poked his head into the Floo briefly to let the Slytherins know they were on their way for a moment, then allowed first Sirius to go through, with Astoria going after Harry.
He wanted to see Daphne's face.
Fortunately, this time he barely stumbled on leaving the fireplace into a small, but elegantly decorated living room. Dark woods and a barely lighter carpet adorned the otherwise light beige walls, nearly every surface crowded with paintings, only a few of which were portraits.
Spies, he thought, but didn't voice it out loud. The parents knew everything their children did, he suspected. Anyone with reason to suspect would try and think of ways to get information, and the moving, semi-sentient portraits were so ubiquitous in the wizarding world...
Dumbledore, of course, used the paintings in Hogwarts constantly.
That was why Harry had absolutely zero paintings in his dorm room, no matter what the Headmaster or Elves had tried the first few years after he'd figured it out early into his second year at the school.
Not that Harry didn't trust Dumbledore, but...
Limits, boundaries.
That Millicent's parents had supplied the house meant they'd supplied the paintings, and more than likely, each of the portraits were more loyal to the parents than the unruly children. It was something to be aware of, for the evening. Maybe, if he was truly at ease, he'd even raise it with the others.
"A- Astoria?" Daphne, dressed in a comfortable-seeming but elegant black cocktail dress, her hair twisted up into a bun with two needles- perhaps wands, it was hard to tell at a distance- crossed through it, asked. "Is that..."
"Hey, sis," the dark-haired younger witch said happily, launching herself across the small chamber at her sister, where they hugged tightly.
Seeming a little awkward but faking composure rather admirably, Millicent, a rather thick-set girl in Harry's year coughed briefly, then ran through introductions, "Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, may I present Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Tracey Davis, Corvus Montague, Cassius Warrington, and Flora and Hestia Carrow. Hestia is in the green, this evening, for your consideration. I am Millicent Bulstrode, and you are welcome in my home."
As per tradition, Sirius did an admirable job of bowing to the homely girl's waiting hand and pressed his lips just lightly to her knuckles, something that Harry tried to duplicate, but didn't quite pull off as smoothly.
"A pleasure, ladies, sirs," Sirius said with an easy smile, though Harry noticed he did keep a rather watchful eye on the younger wizard in the room... while occasionally looking over the older witches.
"Shall we adjourn to the drawing room?" Millicent asked after everyone had been properly introduced.
There, across the hall of what seemed to be a modest-sized home that was probably crowded with the teenagers living there without help, the entire group of ladies sat in a half-circle of chairs and couches on one side of the room, leaving Harry and Sirius on the other. Corvus left the group before the others had entered the room, citing 'homework to finish', but Warrington, whom Harry knew from Quidditch if nothing else, leaned with folded arms against the door-frame across from the low fireplace, and didn't sit.
"Go ahead, Pansy," Millicent said quietly once everyone had been seated except her, and she began passing out refreshments to the others, small biscuits on a tray and cups of tea from a rather expensive-looking set.
The somewhat severely-dressed girl, in business-robes of burgundy and silver (fashionable, Harry thought, but a bit out of place in the dark decor of the home), referred briefly to a roll of parchment before clearing her throat. "Mr. Potter, we here, the six of us, wish to take this time to formally renew our earlier promise to-"
Harry held up a hand, "Hold on, hold on. Wait. Sorry, I know this is probably really bad form, but... can we not do that? Like- can we just be, I don't know... not 'business partners' or whatever?"
Pansy glared from across the room, and Sirius did most poorly at hiding his smile. Even Warrington, by the door, had a little smirk, while Astoria grinned widely from next to her sister on the couch, Daphne between she and Pansy.
"There are ways things are done," the aforementioned girl said haughtily, "and there are ways they are not. We are members of noble, ancient houses, and-"
Harry coughed, covering his mouth. "Some of you."
"Yes, some of us," Pansy said through clenched teeth, "You and I, and Daphne and Astoria. That does not mean that our friends are not worthy of social niceties, Potter."
Harry's grin widened- that was exactly the statement he'd been hoping for.
"Exactly," Harry said, looking toward Warrington, "Hey, we've faced each other on the Pitch. Am I a bad bloke? Do you personally hate my guts because I've won more than I've lost against you?"
Warrington's smirk widened, and his slightly pockmarked face twisted a bit as he grinned, "Nah. I wouldn't have agreed to this mad plan if you were. You're alright in my book, so long as you keep your end of the bargain- or bargains- up."
"And you, Millicent- may I call you Millicent?"
The thick-set girl, who'd just sat with her own cup of tea in hand, blushed a little. She looked around swiftly at her friends, then shrugged, before answering in her still surprisingly soft voice, "I'd prefer Millie, actually... Harry."
"Then it's a pleasure, Millie. Astoria, do you have any problem being my friend?"
"Well, there was the time you punched me in the face..."
Daphne suddenly looked furious, and her hand flew to the pocket Harry knew her wand was normally in, but Astoria had already started laughing, "No, no, you're fine. He didn't hit me, geez. Harry's nice."
"Miss Davis?"
The smallest female present, Astoria included, was a girl with glasses and mousey brown hair in a pixie cut, who said with a shrug, "I have no particular issue with you,"
"And- Astoria plug your ears."
Instead, she stuck her tongue out at him, and Harry could have sworn he heard Daphne whisper, "Good girl," in her ear.
He, though, sighed. This would be a bit awkward to say, but... "And you two," he indicated to Daphne and Pansy, "I've been... intimate with."
Daphne, who had to at least have suspected since she'd asked him to help Pansy deal with her depression or whatever it was at the end of the last term, didn't react. Pansy, though, shot what might have been her closest 'peer' in the Slytherin circles an utterly shocked look.
"So my point is," Harry said before she could start screeching or worse, "We know each other. We're schoolchildren, still. We could be, or are, something along the lines of friends. We don't have to be formal to keep our word in whatever agreement we settle on. As friends, you would think we'd be more trustworthy than just 'partners'."
"Fine," Pansy said, glaring around at the others now, too, "if that's what you all prefer, we can set the niceties aside and speak plainly. Is that what we would all prefer?"
Most everyone nodded, only Sirius shrugged. He was here for the amusement and to play bodyguard (more the former, at this point, he was sure), not to offer too many unsolicited opinions. Besides, he agreed with Harry. There was a time and a place, and he doubted this was it.
"Then, in that case, Potter, we, the 'lot of us', wish to formally swear to provide information to your side, outdated as it may be, in exchange for protection from the Dark Lord's side. We have discussed this already. Have you had time to think it over?"
Harry had, indeed, thought it over. He hadn't talked to Dumbledore about it, though, which he'd been meaning to do. "Er... I still think it's a great idea."
"Very well," Pansy said, "In that case... well, I suppose we can do any actual swearing later. We're all agreed that is our course of action, right?"
Every girl in the room, and Warrington, nodded.
Sirius leaned back in the chair, impressed. These kids were brave for Slytherins- very brave, to go against their families like that. Still... "You should do your 'swearing' now. It might cause issues later if we forget, for example."
Or if they reneged, but he didn't want to say that out loud. Slytherins... some could be trusted, but you had to make sure. He'd learned that lesson the hard way, via his family.
"Fine," Pansy said, "I'll go first then, since apparently I'm the leader. I, Pansy Indellise Parkinson, swear to provide information such as I can, and other supporting help, to Harry James Potter and his cause against the Dark Lord, in exchange for all the protections he and his allies can provide for me and my friends. Other help that I may offer, as it comes to light, may or may not come with additional assurances of aid in like kind. Do you accept, Mr. Potter?"
"Yes," Harry said, "I'll promise to help protect you in whatever way I can in return for your information, with the understanding that further help on either side will have some sort of cost."
"Excellent," Pansy said, and actually seemed to relax a little as she sat back into the couch.
"I," the blonde girl began shortly after, "Daphne Ophelia Greengrass, swear to provide information such as I can and other supporting help, with no additional strings attached for future information or help at my discretion, in return for all of the ongoing protection Harry James Potter and his allies can provide for myself and my sister, Astoria Helena Greengrass, and the same allies' aid in providing care and seeking to cure the illness my sister carries."
Harry swallowed, but swore to uphold his end all the same. No sense giving them false hope yet...
"I," the mousy-haired girl said, voice trembling slightly as she looked to Daphne for support several times while speaking, "Tracey Ann Davis, swear to provide infor- information to Harry James Potter and his allies, with the goal of bringing down the Dark Lord and those who share his beliefs. In return, I request all the aid and protection he can p-provide for me and mine."
"I swear to protect Tracey Ann Davis to the best of my ability, with my allies, in return for whatever information and aid she can supply."
Millicent's, though, caught Harry by surprise.
She did not offer information, or ask for protection.
"I, Millicent Thera Bulstrode, swear to fight alongside Harry James Potter and his allies, to provide information to his cause, until either my death or the destruction of the Dark Lord. In return, I ask only that, in my life or death, Harry James Potter and his allies remember that not all who live in the darkness are dark themselves."
Sirius shifted in his seat. A Slytherin, actually choosing to fight is one thing, without being ordered, but against ol' Voldy? Wow. Harry's amazing, if he's got this many followers already. From the other side of the fence, no less!
"I," Harry began, glancing at his godfather, then back to the heavy girl, "I... swear to fight by your side, Millicent Thera Bulstrode, to protect you as best I am able, and to remember and spread the word, in your life or death, that not all who live in darkness are dark themselves. I furthermore commit to spreading the word to all that will hear it of your bravery, should you wish me to."
Millicent sat down, blushing, but said nothing more.
"We," Flora and Hestia said at once, together as if it were rehearsed heavily, though he thought they might have done so only a few times, "swear to provide information and aid such as we can in a supportive capacity to the cause of Harry James Potter against the Dark Lord, in return for the protection that he and his allies can offer, before and after the Dark Lord's inevitable defeat."
Harry full-on gulped this time. Inevitable defeat...? Did they not have any clue how dangerous that monster was? There was no guarantee their side, his side, would win.
Even Dumbledore would not be able to guarantee victory, not by a long, long cast.
Still, he accepted their oath, returning in kind.
Warrington, too, swore to fight alongside Harry if necessary, but to provide information only if it wasn't, in return for the same protection, up to and including removing he and his chosen friends from the country if need be, and protecting them elsewhere.
This, too, Harry agreed to.
Only Astoria swore to nothing, though Corvus was not present at any point to do so. Harry, by now, had a sneaking suspicion that the boy would be a problem, but had no evidence for it yet.
Not that he really cared, the other boy might be mean, a true snake, but he doubted very much he was a real threat. A snoop and snitch, more than anything.
"Now that those 'formalities' are out of the way," Pansy said a little snarkily, "shall we get onto the other matters?"
"Sure," Harry said, "But... one thing. Is there anything you all want to discuss that is sensitive? If so, raise your hands."
Every hand, even Astoria's and Sirius, raised.
"Er... we should take this discussion elsewhere, then."
Millicent's eyebrows rose.
"I don't mean to offend," Harry said, holding up a hand, "It's just... portraits. Portraits provided by your families, who support- openly, in most cases- Voldemort."
Everyone in the room excluding him and Sirius hissed or jumped. In Tracey's case, she actually yelped and looked over her shoulder.
No one, though, seemed bothered that he'd said it a few seconds later. If anything, they were impressed. "Erm... I hadn't thought of that," Millicent said quietly, before withdrawing her wand and shooting several spells around the room. "That should at least keep those portraits from reporting what they've heard for now. I might have to destroy them."
"They'll suspect anyway," Sirius said, "if the paintings have gone dark. Better than letting them hear the full details, though."
Millie nodded, standing up and stowing her wand. "Very well, we can move outside, I suppose, while the light and weather hold."
Out in the back yard, a wide expanse of well-cut green grass, there was a large, round table sitting on a veranda, with no portraits in sight. Green pastoral fields and hamlets stretched from the hilltop Millie's house rested on for miles and miles, out past the horizon, and Harry couldn't help but spend a few minutes admiring the view before he joined the others at the table.
The Sun would set in about an hour, he suspected, but they could be done by then... maybe. If not, they could all provide light with their wands, if nothing else, and no one was close enough to think the lights were anything but torches.
"So," Pansy said quietly, "you shagged Daphne, too."
Harry swallowed, ignoring his godfather's proud smile, Warrington's glee at his displeasure, and the carefully neutral faces of Millie, Tracey, and Cassius. "Er, yeah. She... well..."
"Apparently," Daphne said haughtily, "I was his first lover- the first of many. He was certainly my first, if anyone asks, and no, I haven't been with another man."
Some of that's true, Harry thought, and carefully watched the reactions of the others around the table, not that he hadn't already had several clues. The letter "T" at the beginning of a name, one that Daphne had hastily changed during one of their heated discussions, at the forefront of his mind.
Tracey had flinched, too.
So it's her. Cute, I suppose- I can see why Daphne would go for her. But if Tracey, then why me? We've never exchanged words until the day I was sent to help out Pansy, and then not until today.
"Is that a problem, Pansy?" Daphne asked, "Are you... jealous, perhaps?"
"Hardly," the olive-skinned girl said with a scoff, "I was merely... unaware that he'd chosen you at any point. I had been led to believe your predilections lay... elsewhere."
A rather catty look in Tracey's direction confirmed it to Harry.
Warrington, though, raised a hand, "Ladies, really. This is ridiculous. Harry's sex life is not part of this discussion, is it? Besides, you've been openly talking, at least around the house, about both of you bedding him in the future anyway. What difference does it make if it's happened in the past?"
"None," Daphne said at once, "to me, at any rate."
Pansy inhaled sharply, then let it out, before forcing her features into some semblance of calm. "I... am not bothered," she clearly lied, but continued on, "I was simply not aware of the information, that is all."
Astoria, though, sky-blue eyes (just like her sister's) wide, looked back and forth between Daphne and Harry, "Wait- wait- you guys fucked?"
Daphne's eyes slowly closed, and she let out an even slower breath. "We had intercourse, yes. Once."
Astoria let out a low whistle, "I thought you were gay. Shows what I know."
"I do prefer the company of women," Daphne insisted, then covered her mouth as her face grew scarlet.
Warrington rolled his eyes, "Seriously, Daphne? We all knew. It's not a secret. Half of Slytherin, at least, knows. Probably half the school did before last year. We don't care."
Harry joined Sirius in a grin, this time. It really was fun watching people be mortified over nothing.
"At any rate," Millie said quietly, "this is beyond and outside the point of this evening, as fascinating as your- any of our- predilections may be. Should we get back on track?"
"I agree," Cassius said quietly, "But since I'd like to get started on dinner, would anyone mind if I went first? Ladies?"
When none objected, the large young man withdrew a small, shrunken sheaf of papers from his pockets and expanded it with a tap of his wand. "These are records from my family's business. They detail, among other things, 'donations to worthy causes', which is code for the Dark Lord's war coffers. 'Services rendered' is code for scouting, putting people under the Imperius Curse, or other information gathering. 'Losses from unforeseen risk' in the accounting is payments for actual combat duty, of which there has already been some. My brothers, both of them older, and my father have all been out more than once each already on those. Some money in, most out. It's all the information I have, unfortunately, that's concrete. I can tell you what I know they were doing later, if you want. I don't know a lot, but I've been the one keeping the books for a couple years, so... there's a lot in there, and money talks."
Sirius took up the stack, leafing through it quickly, while Warrington stood, gave a bow, "Ladies, Potter, Black. Dinner should be ready in about an hour."
Once the door had shut behind him, Sirius looked up, "He does the cooking?"
Millicent nodded, "I can, but he's better. The others have never lifted more than an eating utensil- no offense to any of them. I wouldn't, either, if my mother hadn't insisted I learn. 'You'll have something to draw in a husband besides your great good looks, at any rate'."
The others joined Harry quickly in a scowl. That was just rude.
Besides, Harry thought as he commiserated with the heavy-set girl, she's not ugly, just large. Not a beautiful woman, but she's not ugly.
In fact, if Harry had to guess, she'd lost about twenty pounds since the end of the year, and most of it in fat.
"I don't have much right now but a list of names," Tracey offered, holding out a single folded piece of paper, "Names in the Ministry, mostly, that I got from my parents' work files. They're in the Transportation Department, and every one of the names on the list is a Death Eater, most are marked. 'Business trips overseas' is what they talk about, but it's recruiting from the continent. All of it. I might be able to get another list later, but it's risky. I'd have to go back home for a while, and... now they know we're..."
She looked, a little scared, at Daphne.
"It's fine," Harry said. He knew they might think they were getting a much better deal than his 'protection', but until he actually talked to Dumbledore, that protection was just his own wand, and maybe the D.A. if they answered his call.
Besides, scant information was better than none.
"What I have to offer is locations," Millicent said, "Safe-houses for their side mostly, but a couple are storage for supplies, money, things like that. Any would be good for your side to watch, at least. Here's that list."
That, too, joined the stack in Sirius' hands, which was now large enough he couldn't hold it all, and set all but a few pages on the table, with his hand atop them so the afternoon breeze wouldn't take a few away.
"My extended family primarily gave financial support," Daphne said, "but I do also have a combination of accounting and names, as well as a few locations. My father is in the transport business, officially. Unofficially..."
"A smuggler," Sirius said.
Daphne nodded. Astoria's eyes widened again, "Really? Huh. Dad's cool, I guess."
Apparently, breaking the law was 'in' for thirteen-year-olds.
"We don't have a list," Flora said after Astoria had interjected, "But we can make one as needed. What we have is... well, for lack of a better way to say it, weaknesses. Both of us have a lot of information about people's vices, what we can use to manipulate, control, or take people out of the picture with. Who's sleeping with whom and how often, addictions, things like that."
Harry and Sirius both whistled. Underhanded, maybe, but that information would absolutely be of use. "That's... great," Harry said.
"Give us a name, and we'll make up a dossier on that person," Hestia told them, "Even people on your side. That's what Aunt Alecto did, and she taught both of us. We even started gathering some of the information ourselves before we... left. It's all up here."
Both twins, together, tapped their temples, one on each side, mirroring the other's motion.
It was creepy, almost.
Pansy took in a deep breath, and admitted, "Sadly, my information will probably be of the least use, as it's the most easily changed. I know a fair bit about what the Dark Lord has been planning, both in and out of Hogwarts. I'll... should I tell you, or...?"
Harry swallowed, "Erm... I'd prefer if you got the information to Dumbledore. I'll try and talk to him soon so he knows to expect it. If he doesn't, er, take it well?"
"Trust me, you mean?"
"Er, yeah. If he doesn't seem to trust you, or even if you want to do it anyway, tell him... tell him the warm socks told you. I know, it sounds mad, but he'll get it."
"The... warm socks," Pansy asked, clearly skeptical.
Harry nodded, "Trust me. Warm socks. He'll know it's coming with my approval if you do."
"Well, I guess we know what to get Harry for Yule then," Daphne muttered.
He didn't have the will to tell her it wasn't him that wanted them, mostly because it would reveal too much if he did.
"Well, that's us, then," Hestia said, and both she and Flora rose and headed inside, one to help with dinner, the other to 'freshen up'.
Which left Sirius, Harry, Astoria and Daphne, Tracey, and Pansy sitting at the table still.
Apparently, it was time to discuss weightier matters, as evidenced by Daphne turning to her sister, "Go help with dinner."
"No, I'm staying with you," Astoria protested at once, "I just got to see you again."
Daphne, though, was not deterred. "Astoria- now. This is not something for your ears, or your years. We'll talk later, but for now, I need you to go inside."
"Fine," the younger girl said with a huff, getting up and stalking through the door after her sister's friends, "Maybe I'll just go back with Harry, then."
Daphne didn't rise to the bait, though Harry was a bit worried about it himself. He liked having Astoria around, but she was... needy for attention he couldn't provide much of, and it was sort of cramping his... activities.
The door slammed shut, and Daphne exhaled slowly, then closed her eyes. Without opening them, she began speaking, "I believe that Potter's affairs are his affairs, so to speak, but I also think that we might need to clear the air. Shall we, collectively, agree to full disclosure, as we each have information that the others may need to make an informed decision going forward?"
"I agree," Pansy said at once, shooting another dark look at both Harry and Daphne.
"I, too, agree," Tracey said quietly, though she had no stake in the matter as yet, as far as Harry could tell.
"Fine," he agreed too, knowing that the truth would probably have come out this year, anyway, and that at least one of them had to suspect something was up. "I'll agree to full disclosure- as it relates to matters between any or all of the people sitting here now, excluding Sirius."
After another chorus of "I agree," Daphne told them all, in brief, how she'd fallen asleep studying in the Library at Hogwarts, then woken up extremely aroused. How Harry had appeared before her, and they had, in her own words, 'fucked'. By the end of the little tale, the girl was clearly embarrassed. Still, Daphne sent a measuring, almost calculating look around the lot of them as the sun began to grow low in the sky, as if daring them to react, to deride her feelings, to cheapen their relationship in some way.
"I haven't been with anyone- well, outside of Tracey- since, and I haven't any intention to do so. For me, that was the night everything changed, and things, doors, possibilities, opened up that I had not seen before. It is why I am here, why Astoria is here, though of course at the time I was mortified at what I'd done."
Pansy snorted, "I can do you one better. This was... on the night that Montague got hexed by Cass and Millie, and Draco and I fell apart. We... well, you know what we'd planned. A bit of stress-relief before the exams, on the Astronomy Tower."
Daphne and Tracey both nodded.
"Well, there's more we- I- didn't tell you. Before you say anything about it, Millie's told me she doesn't mind if I tell you, because it's relevant, so don't think I'm betraying her trust. Once we got up there, we... it happened very quickly. We'd all planned a bit of fun, the lot of us. Me and Draco in one corner, Millie and Cass in the other, you know, that sort of thing. Only... something came over us. An enchantment, maybe. We... went too far, too fast. Before any of us knew what was happening, I was trying to openly seduce Draco, right in front of everyone. Millie was... she was taking on, with Bentley, you know, the seventh-year prefect last year, Vincent, Greg, Cass, and Montague. She..."
Pansy sighed, and for a moment, Harry felt terrible shame at what he'd done. Millicent seemed like she was actually a fairly nice person, yet... that night on the tower, he hadn't taken any of their feelings into consideration. It was all about what he wanted, what he wanted to get and to do to them.
Selfish.
"She doesn't regret it, precisely, she's told me. It was fun, I suppose, a big thing but she enjoyed it. But it's caused some strain with her and Cassius, becuase he's always wondering if she preferred the boys her own age, or... you know how it can be."
Harry did not, but he could imagine, at least.
"Anyway, they're still together, and both families- so far- approve of it, but if they find out we've broken away before they wed, and they will, it'll be hell on both of them. I'm not sure their relationship can take it. But that night... something else happened, too."
"What?" Daphne asked quietly.
Pansy looked, in answer, across the table at Harry, "Him."
Tracey looked confused, but Daphne had apparently put more together than he expected, "The source of the... arousal, was Harry?"
"I'm not sure," Pansy replied, not drawing a wand, though Sirius moved his hand slowly to cover his own in his pocket, "but it's suspicious, don't you think? You're very aroused, strangely so, and he reveals himself to you in your time of need. A couple weeks later, or whatever it was, I'm very aroused, and frustrated because Draco can't perform when it matters... and there's Potter."
It did, indeed, sound very suspicious when put like that, but he said nothing, only swallowed heavily past the new lump in his throat. Maybe his heart, or liver, or something.
"And I'll admit, it felt good, what Potter did. I didn't know it was him, at first, not until the very end. His hands and tongue are talented, and he's... got a nice wand."
Sirius sent Harry a wink and a smile, but otherwise kept his eyes on the girls, who were now all eyeing Harry carefully. He, too, was suddenly aware that his back was to the modest home, and any window or other secret wand-slit could be open and he'd never know.
"In fact, it was good enough that I had no fewer than eight orgasms that night with Potter. But... in the end, when he finally finished, he turned me around and did it in my mouth, and I saw who it was.
"I... was mortified. Horrified. Worse, that Draco had been watching, silenced, paralyzed, and bound, the whole time I'd been in rapture. Then Potter did the worst thing he could have... far worse than mounting me, pleasing me without my permission, or anything else."
"What did he do?" Tracey asked quietly, face pale.
"He talked to me, like a human being. Not a girl he hated, or... or an object for his pleasure. He even gave me good advice," Pansy sniffled, wiping her eyes. "And I kind of hate him for it, but... he was right. And it changed everything. Changed me. When... when you were all worried I was losing my mind? I did. Sort of, anyway. I... had to re-evaluate everything about who I was, and who I wanted to be. And you all, good friends that you are, went for help when you saw me struggling. You sent him again... and the bastard sneaks into my dorm, my shower with me. Gods... he fell asleep there, we both did, on my bed after a couple more rounds. And we talked, and I like him. I can't believe I do, but he's very nice, and... and I want what you want, Daphne, only I don't need... don't need someone to carry on a name. I want to be valued like an actual person, not just a breed-mare or trophy wife."
No one said anything for a long time, not even Sirius.
Harry, eventually, after searching his own soul for what he wanted to say, offered, "I can't tell you all how remorseful I am for how selfishly I acted that night on the Tower. There are no words in this language or any other I've heard of to say it properly. I was selfish, and cruel, and heartless. I thought only of myself, of what I could get out of it, of how it would hurt the lot of you, punish you for not liking my friends, for thinking differently than me.
"Only... I realized, after talking to you, Daphne, and you, Pansy, that you don't think all that differently, and you didn't even back then. Sure, some things are different, but in the end... we all want more or less the same things in life. And I ruined- or at least I took a good attempt at- ruining all your lives. Before that, yours, Daphne. I'm sorry if it hurt any of you, in the past, now, or in the future. I'm sorry it caused a rift between you and your families. I... there's nothing more I can say, but I want to say so much."
"You don't need to apologize," Pansy said, "At least not to me. I don't- I don't regret it. I did, but I don't now."
"Nor I," Daphne said firmly.
"How can you not?" Harry half-sobbed.
"Because," Tracey spoke up for her own lover, "They are the people they are, right now, because of it, Potter. I- I didn't know you, I still don't, but I can see you feel bad. I can see they don't, except that you hurt because of it. They care that you hurt, not that they were hurt. They healed. Have you?"
"I didn't come here for forgiveness," Harry choked.
"Didn't you?" Daphne asked, "Didn't you, really? Absolution, at least? Making a deal with me to make up for that night in the Library? Making peace with Pansy, offering her help in changing her very life and core values, to make up for that night on the Tower?"
Harry had no answer.
Or rather, he did, and didn't like it.
She was right.
That was why he was here, at least most of it. Why he'd accepted the risk, if nothing else. He deserved to be hurt, punished, for what he'd done. Didn't he?
"Fortunately," Daphne continued, "We feel that we need no apologies from you. We made the offer of a deal- each of us in our own way- for our own reasons, not because of you or your reasons. That the offers and deals are mutually beneficial is nice, and I hope they do help you feel better about things, for what it's worth. But here's the thing, Potter. I don't care if you're happy or not, not really. I mean, you do seem like an okay guy. If I was interested in men, you might be the one. Part of what I said in the Library was accurate even without... whatever you did. But I got together with Pansy and Millie, and then the others, to get what I wanted.
"Astoria's health, if you can achieve it by some miracle. Protection for me and my sister, because neither of us support that madman. A father to my future children, and maybe Tracey's, if she decides she wants that. That's it. If you can do those things, then we're fine, you and I. If you continue to abuse my trust, that might change, but I consider us quite square. If anything, I'm in your debt right now."
"I don't see how," Harry said quietly, wiping his own eyes.
"Because," Daphne admitted again, "I did rather enjoy the Library. I expect, as that was your first real experience, I will enjoy future encounters more. Even if that's all it was, I wouldn't regret it. Few girls can say their first time was as pleasurable, despite the company here."
Pansy nodded, "Mine wasn't, as you know, Potter. Yours was... better. A lot better."
Daphne quirked a blonde eyebrow at her friend, but didn't ask, nor did Harry have any intention of betraying Pansy's trust about her cousin. If she wanted her friend to know, she'd tell her, and that was it.
"So... so let me get this straight," Sirius said after a few more minutes of quiet, "You, Miss Greengrass, have already made a verbal agreement- and have had your parents send a physical contract for the two of you to sign- for a formal Concubineship, providing anywhere between one and three male heirs, plus any females... and you'll both be the parents publicly, though only you will retain legal rights as such?"
Daphne nodded, "That's the plan, in essence, as far as we personally are concerned. The other matters- Astoria, our protection- are unrelated."
"And you, Miss... Davis, was it? You want... the same thing, but only tentatively? Basically, you want Harry to verbally agree that- if you decide you want to go through with it- he'll 'provide'?"
Tracey nodded, saying nothing.
"And Miss Parkinson... you want to be a long-term lover, or... whatever. A spouse, maybe, but not a Concubine, because you don't need to carry on the line?"
Pansy nodded, "I don't need anything formal, I just... I'm starting to like him, as infuriating as he can be, and..."
"And you like him in bed."
She nodded, flushing a bit darker thanks to Sirius' blunt statement.
"Well... more power to you, I guess, Harry," his godfather said, "But you may as well tell them the rest. Come clean about it all, before anyone says anything."
Harry took a deep breath, looked at each of them and made sure his wand was clear, then started talking.
He didn't give any of the worst details, but he did try to describe how he felt in each moment of the tale, so they would understand why he'd made the choices he had. Terrible as some might be, he hoped at least for some understanding. All the way up through the Ministry and the kidnapping, the battle to rescue him, skipping only over hearing the prophecy in Dumbledore's office. He even gave them the highlights of the summer, how he'd- unintentionally, for the most part- destroyed his relatives' lives, Bill and Fleur's relationship, and everything else, up to the current day.
Foremost, however, and what got the biggest reaction, was when he'd first mentioned the ritual, and summoning Lilith.
All three girls had hissed, two of them clutching their throats briefly in fear.
Only... there was not a hint of betrayal.
They'd known, clearly, that something was amiss. Now that they knew what, it seemed as if pieces were falling into place in both Daphne's and Pansy's minds, and things were making much more sense.
Dinner, a three-course turkey, stuffing, and potatoes thing reminiscent of an American Thanksgiving meal came and went, and conversation over that was light, happy.
But when the others were gone again, off to bed or to read or whatever, the same group was gathered around the fireplace in the sitting room once more, this time with Astoria present, curled into Daphne's lap, despite being nearly as tall as her older sister.
The hour was nearing seven, and Harry was starting to itch to get back to Sirius' place, but there were still discussions to be had.
"Daphne," he offered, "About Astoria- we discussed something earlier today that gave me an idea, and I don't think she's mentioned it. There is hope, though it's probably slim. We- Sirius, really- has offered to take her to a... you might call it an alternative Healer."
"He means a Muggle doctor," Astoria volunteered.
Pansy frowned, but said nothing. Daphne, though, seemed surprised, "They've never considered it? I... I thought they had. I had the idea years ago! Grr... infuriating, both of them. Alright, Astoria, you're going. Mr. Black, thank you for taking her. I'd... I'd like to accompany you, if I might."
Sirius nodded, "That's fine, I'll need to set up a time and place yet, so I'll have to pick you up from Hogwarts. I'm sure Dumbledore won't mind."
Daphne, who had seemed somewhat torn after the revelations about Lilith, suddenly swallowed what might have been pride, or at least doubts, and said, "Alright, Potter- the deal's on, as discussed. I... if you're willing to do that much for Astoria, there's no reason for me to doubt your word. I'm in."
He nodded.
"Me- me too," Pansy said quietly, looking to her friend and the little sister. "I... Never mind."
"My position remains unchanged," Tracey murmured, "In fact, it seems more likely now rather than less, that I will want... some sort of interaction in the future, now that I know you are a skilled lover, and attentive to your partner's needs."
Harry, despite the many topics that could have embarrassed him covered since lunch, turned the darkest scarlet he'd been yet. That day, at least.
"All right, we're off for home, I suppose," Sirius said, stretching with a yawn, then turned toward the door, where Millicent stood patiently, "Miss Bulstrode, thank you and yours for the hospitality. I must admit I was a bit worried, but you've been a most gracious hostess."
Millicent bowed with a gentle smile, "It's my pleasure, Mr. Black, Harry. I can't promise 'any time', but I wouldn't mind having either or both of you back at some point."
Harry, took gave her a little bow, "Thank you for inviting us, Millie. I'll be happy to tell Hermione how wrong about you- all of you- she is, but you in particular."
"Please do," Millicent said with a soft, high giggle.
Then, in a flash of green flames, they were gone.
"Did you miss me, Pet?" Harry asked as he locked the door behind him, throwing up a quick silencing charm while he was at it. Sirius might have been the only one in the house besides them, but better safe than sorry.
"Yes, Master," Lilith said from her precarious-looking position.
Somehow, while he'd been gone, the creature had strung herself up so that she literally hung off silk ropes, the same Hermione had been tied with a few days ago, from the ceiling by the arms and legs, inclined forward at around his waist level. She was completely nude, of course, child-like as usual, but not quite in a child's body, her hair long and a little darker pink than normal, with wings and tail visible and present, along with the tiny dark pink horns.
But as arousing as the position was, Harry had to ask: "How did you manage that?"
"I flew, Master," Lilith said quietly, "tied each off while hovering, then lowered down. Easy."
"Ah, so you could get out if you wanted."
She nodded.
He could think of a dozen other ways she could do so- shrinking down came to mind quickly- but that she'd stayed... "How long have you been up there?"
The little body trembled, as she glanced at the clock on his nightstand, "About... f- five hours, Master."
Slowly, as he undressed down to his boxers, Harry walked around the lithe form, enjoying how hanging from outstretched arms pushed her little shoulder blades together between the wings, forcing them to remain behind her while her weight rested there, and how her legs were bent back at the knees to support the rest of her, the ropes around her ankles.
But once he reached the back, he stopped and stared.
The purple dildo was back, sliding on its own in and out of the literally sopping wet pussy, occasionally stopping and starting again, or twisting around, and even on occasion as he watched, mesmerized, vibrating for a few seconds. Harry smiled, "Hermione's work?"
Lilith nodded, groaning as it started moving faster briefly, then slowed down again.
"Nice touch... I take it you haven't actually had an orgasm the whole time?"
The Succubus shook her head, "No, Master... close... several times, but no. Maybe needed a towel or three beneath- beneath me."
Indeed, there was a rather wide wet spot on the carpet.
Slowly, Harry ran a fingertip up the inside of Lilith's left leg, gathering up a little of her juices and savoring them with first his nose then tongue, before resuming his walk. Once he reached her left side, closest to the bed, he flicked out a finger across the nearest nipple, and she squirmed in the air. "Was that fun?"
Lilith said nothing, so he did it again, harder, "I asked, was that fun?"
"Y- Yes, Master, it felt good," she whispered.
"Hm."
At her front, he flicked both, then gave each a squeeze at the same time, before yanking down hard enough he lost his grip. She squealed, but did not protest.
In fact, a few drops of liquid hit the floor in quick succession.
He began lightly running his hands over her body, from fingertip- each finger individually- to her toes, getting each of those too, one by one, first the back, then the front, ignoring how his cock ached to fill the girl's mouth or replace the dildo, which still moved back and forth every few seconds.
"Bigger tits," he instructed, "Say... like Hermione's."
Slowly, he watched as they grew and grew, from barely an A-cup to full C's, heavy and sagging downward in the position Lilith hung in, head forward, enjoying how the additional weight in the front made her back arch even more. He bent in for a kiss, sensual and deep, but pulled away with her lower lip between his for a second after less than a minute. "Ah, ah, Pet... my pleasure tonight, I've been pent up.
With deliberate movements, Harry pushed his member between the full breasts, holding them together with both hands while he arched his hips in for a full three seconds, then out for another three, and back, forth, a few more times.
He'd done this a little with her before, but like this it was even more fun. The control, and her lack thereof. Using her.
Like he had the other girls, before.
Lilith liked to be used, he knew, at least on occasion. She was always a willing partner, but she also enjoyed, in a way that most human girls would not, the act of being, well, an object that existed solely for his pleasure.
And pleasure he took, at least some, from using her that way.
But he didn't finish there, although the control was bringing him near the edge quickly.
Instead, Harry backed away and resumed running his palms and fingertips over her body lightly, watching how she swayed, moving both into and away from his touch as he reached more or less sensitive areas.
The breasts, he decided as he moved to the side once more, were almost too large on the small frame, but for the time being, it was sexy as hell. "Keep the form," he then instructed after debating with himself for a bit, "But grow your cock. All of it, the way it should be on your full-sized, real self."
Lilith groaned, but obeyed, the member, throbbing and pulsing with her heartbeat (she did have an actual body and metabolism, he knew, or at least a very close proximity to one, because she always had a heartbeat, and needed to breathe), hanging from its own weight down, lower than any part of her body, some two feet in length. Ribbed, even with soft-looking spines, along the entire length on every side, and a thick, dark head.
"Damn," Harry gasped, "That's... that's too big, for now. Like it was with Hermione, then."
A moment later, it was still about ten inches long, but Harry felt it matched a little better.
"Do you want me to touch it?" he asked quietly.
"M- Master... please..."
He was a little nervous, it was a lot like- like stroking another man, but... this was Lilith, still, his Pet. So with a bit of steel in his resolve, Harry reached out a hand and gave the member a nervous prod.
It was hard, but also silky, like his, like Lilith's skin usually was. Rigid, but still pliable. Hot, pulsating. Slowly then, he wrapped a hand around it just below the head. His fingers barely touched.
"Does that feel good, Pet?"
She nodded weakly, trying to strain into him, but the angle of the ropes gave her no leverage.
He gave it an experimental tug, his grip strong, to find that it moved like his own penis- if his grip was firm, it pulled the skin. If the grip was lighter, his hand slid along the length.
Lilith groaned as he stroked a few more times, but that wasn't really what he was going for. "Undo the ropes. On your own."
Straining, wincing with discomfort, to pick herself up enough for her wings to be able to fly again, Lilith lifted herself up about two feet and flexed her wings a few times to restore circulation, before they blurred into motion, almost vanishing from view as she hovered, and quickly began loosening first the knots on her wrists, then bent to get the ankles.
Fortuitously, Harry was behind her when she did, and with a quick snatch, he pulled the dildo free and lifted it to his mouth, licking it twice to taste of the tangy-bubblegum flavor, before tossing it to the side.
Okay, that wasn't so bad. Maybe- maybe I can do more for her- later.
It was still a bit weird having a phallus so close to his mouth, though.
Harry watched the gaping twat continue to run with juices while she worked, whimpering now and desperate with need.
Harry, though, was having none of it, merely watched the dark hole quiver until she was free, the ropes now hanging freely from the ceiling. "N- Now what, Master?"
"Sit on the head of the bed. Lean back into the pillows, and put your knees up."
The little creature, just over four feet tall, hastened to obey, rubbing her wrists a little as she did so. Still, Harry watched, entranced, as the heavy breasts jiggled and swung, and the thick dick slapped against them a few times as she settled, before rising almost completely vertically into the air between Lilith's knees.
Harry then stripped his boxers free and climbed onto the bed himself, swallowing twice to try and clear the lump of nerves in his throat, again. But he didn't touch her, aside from putting his feet, stretched out, against hers while he leaned back against the footboard and put a hand on his own erection, stroking lightly. "Touch it," he said, "I want to see you do it."
Lilith did not hesitate, using both hands to stroke, twist, and pump herself, even putting it back between her breasts, the head just disappearing completely below the top of them as her back arched a bit the other way, making her normally taut stomach fold twice and presenting Harry with a view of the base of the slightly pink dick, and the swollen, still oozing folds of her mons and labia, the vagina itself still gaping open more than an inch despite nothing having been in it for about a minute. "L- Like this, Master?"
"Yeah," he murmured, "Make yourself feel good, Pet. Use your tits, too, like I was earlier."
She gave the length a few more obedient strokes, hands not even close to closing over it, before angling it down and pushing it between the large globes, then humping it up into herself. She was almost there...
"Make it a little bigger, Pet. Maybe... five inches longer."
Violet eyes flashed up at him as a knowing grin began to spread over Lilith's face. A grin that was quickly hidden by the head of her own cock, which she leaned forward to accept in her mouth.
"Gods," Harry muttered, stroking faster, "Keep going, Pet... Suck your own dick."
"With pleasure, Master..."
The Succubus didn't hesitate after that, her eyes rolling back into her head a little as the head and another two inches of the long shaft passed her lips. Thick as it was, with her small frame otherwise, it forced open the little mouth almost comically. Lilith kept humping up into her mouth and between her breasts with her hips, though, varying her speed and force, even how far she moved in, every few thrusts, while one hand did its best to lay flat against the lower end of the rod to give it a bit more illusion of depth, while the other went down to the very bottom, flicking and rubbing across the tiny clit.
Harry stroked himself to completion a few seconds after Lilith started exploding into her own mouth, great swaths and dollops leaking out, some even dribbling out her nose as the violet eyes rolled back in her head, but the hips never stopped moving, even while he watched each and every wave of her white cum, more pure white than his even, bulge up her urethra and into the waiting hole. A fair bit, too, dribbled down onto her round breasts, even running down her body to the sheets in a few rivulets, while Harry's own seed spurted mostly upward and back down, coating his hands, genitals, and dark pubic hair.
But neither of them were done.
After she'd swallowed down most of it, Lilith let the head of her cock pop out and it shrunk down again, still erect, to something more appropriate for her body's size, and, watching Harry's reaction, lifted one tit to lick the cream off herself.
When she was done with that teat, just a few seconds later, she hefted the other abundant globe, "Master? Do you want to taste it?"
Harry's stomach, despite his obvious arousal, recoiled. "Er... not- not really."
"Trust me, Master..."
It wouldn't be the first time, he thought to himself, Hannah... twice. And this is Lilith.
So, with a bit of reluctance, he forced thoughts of his own sticky mess out of his mind and crawled up the bed to his pet, who continued holding up the mammary. Harry gave it a tentative sniff, then stuck out his tongue. Not enough to really taste anything, just to get a hint of the texture.
Her skin, as always, was smooth and soft, tasting like nothing but his own skin and flesh, but with the faintest hint of strawberry bubblegum. The seminal fluid, though, when he worked up the nerve to take a solid dollop of it onto his tongue, was...
Not what he expected.
With a sticky smack of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Harry asked, "C- Cloves?"
Lilith grinned, nodding, "I love my own flavor- I used to suck myself every day at home. Haven't done it since I got here, though."
"Your pussy tastes like bubblegum. Why's this different?"
Lilith grinned, scooping up more of the good and bringing it to her mouth with both hands, "Different body parts, of course. Different fluids. Our blood, I'm told, tastes like pure cinnamon or maybe even sulfur to humans, depending on whether we're healthy or not. I'm... guessing I'd be cinnamon."
Harry had to ask, "What- what keeps you healthy?"
"Master's jizz does," Lilith whispered, then, despite his mess having cooled enough that he thought it must have been disgusting, dove beneath his legs and spun around to lick him clean from below.
He, of course, responded with a long groan as the now ten-inch tongue covered every bit of him, the Succubus' small hands working his shaft gently as she used them to further coax his sticky leavings down into her mouth.
The remnants on her skin, though, were not being disappearing as he might have expected. "Er... I take it you can't just... absorb your own?"
"Nnm," she murmured, mouth full with one of his testicles, tongue lashing across the bottom. She let it out to finish answering, "It's part of us, not part of you, in the same way yours is part of you. If you came from our world, it wouldn't help us, so it's not something we can absorb."
Before he could ask another question, his other ball was in her mouth instead. Harry was distracted from the train of thought by not only her pleasure, though, but the tantalizing sight of the remnants of her cum on her flat belly, and the five-inch penis sitting there just reaching below her navel, pointing almost at his chin.
The goop, he scooped up, ignoring how much like his own the texture was, and pushed it down her body, leaving a trail of slime, between her legs, and then started using both fingers to stuff it into her still-open vagina. "You can't get yourself pregnant, right?"
She released his scrotum again, "Not easily, no. Remember, we can't really... breed like you can. We have intercourse as part of our reproduction, but just filling my twat with my cum won't do it. Feels nice, though... and kinky."
Harry grinned as her hands continued to stroke his length, a little faster now, her mouth resuming its work on the rest of his lower regions, even the sensitive spot behind his scrotum. He, though, had one more daring thing to try.
Just one.
He wrapped two fingers around the base of Lilith's little dick, and put the tip into his mouth.
She groaned, stopping her ministrations for just a moment, but didn't say anything while he held her there, motionless, with his lips around her little head.
Slowly, trying to force himself to give it a fair shake, Harry twisted his own head a bit, then moved down.
Further.
It was almost like... food. A hot dog, really, he decided, which made him want to chew. That would hurt, though, so he refrained.
Instead, he pulled back out, trying hard to maintain suction, as she'd done from her very first one, before he'd even lost his virginity to Daphne.
Just as the tip popped out, Lilith moaned again. "D- Damn, Master... I didn't think you'd try that for months, if- if ever."
"Gryffindors charge forward," he muttered, looking at- at the dick he'd just had in his mouth.
Did it...?
"You aren't gay," Lilith giggled before the thought even finished, "You are just... more open than most to the differences in gender between man, woman, and... other. Technically, all Succubi are 'other' to humans. But some human females have cocks, too. Most aren't as awesome as mine, though."
Harry laughed, "Har, har. Humble, much?"
"Don't worry, Master," she murmured, shifting so her tongue could circle his own shaft again, "I like your cock, too. But you don't need to feel pressure to do anything you don't want to. I'm here for your pleasure, not you for mine."
Harry nodded.
She had clearly enjoyed it, and while the idea of it still revolted him, it wasn't as bad as... well, he'd imagined. He'd never do the same to a bloke, he decided, but Lilith was his. So what if she had a dick sometimes? She didn't have to, it didn't make her a male. She was just a female with a third leg on occasion.
And he liked being able to please his girls.
That was the biggest reason his self-esteem had taken such a huge jump in the last months of the previous term, and more over the summer that was just ending.
"Forward," he murmured again, then took her dick into his mouth again.
As she'd shown him by performing the same act on him many times, Harry brought the tip to just where he started to gag, then back, keeping his lips sealed and creating as much suction as he could. There wasn't much need for his hands to hold the lower part- he could get three of the five inches or so in his mouth easily enough- but two fingers around the base helped him control her angle, and keep him from going to far. The other hand, he used to put two fingers, then three and even four, into Lilith's cunt, scissoring them back and forth while pumping, enjoying how her hips started to move almost spasmodically beneath his efforts.
"M- Master," Lilith moaned, "W- Wow... I..."
He kept going, certain she'd be able to last a while longer, yet.
The young wizard's only clue was the tiny hands tightening almost painfully on his shaft, both of them, a moment before his mouth flooded with more of the same thick, viscous fluid. Like before, it tasted of cloves, but there was so much Harry began to choke almost immediately, and he pulled away.
That, too, might have been a mistake, because Lilith painted his face and chest quite thoroughly with another massive load, because he didn't want to move further and risk damage to his cock- her grip was just that tight.
After she finally finished, Lilith squirmed out from beneath him and instructed, "Lay back on the bed, Master- I'll clean you."
He hesitated to obey, but did as she'd asked. They would have to change the bedspread anyway, and this... this was a big mess. How had she kept so much in her own mouth?
After he was on his back, feet on the floor laying sideways in the bed, Lilith quickly but carefully moved her head in low, licking and sucking up every bit of her ejaculate with her mouth and tongue, then going over Harry, from his hair, down his face, and all the way back to his own still-eager penis, and even down to his toes, to make sure she'd covered every last bit.
"Clean," she said from her knees on the floor between his legs.
Harry, now staring up at the ceiling, sat up in one motion. "That was naughty," he murmured, "Not telling me you were close- how come you didn't hold back?"
In keeping with their current play, the little minx's grin widened into something resembling a very fed cat, "Because I'm a bad girl, Master."
"Hmph. Seems to me like you want me to punish you. Is that how it is, Pet? You want a spanking?"
"Yes, Master," Lilith cooed, reaching her hands up to place them on his still saliva-slick thighs.
"Tough," Harry scowled, "You want to be punished, you want a spanking- I'll punish you by not spanking you. Get back up on the pillows, like you were before. Make it bigger, too, so you can put that thing back in your filthy little mouth."
Lilith actually blushed a little, but as she climbed over him to reach the position he'd ordered, Harry could plainly see not just her previous white seminal fluid leaking from between her nether lips, but fresh, translucent fluid, too.
As she got into position as he'd ordered, he resumed something like how he'd been then, too, only this time, he would not be just watching. Instead, he knee-walked until he was right in front of the little creature, then hiked her ankles up his chest, putting her feet directly on his abs. "Do it," he ordered, "face-fuck yourself, you little slut."
"Yes, Masththr..."
She'd obeyed at once, clearly pleased with the turn of events even without any spanking. Harry, though, wasn't done. "Turns out I've been selfish with my friends," he told her, "nearly raping two girls that might have been enemies once, but I think are friends now. Convinced another to have an orgy that she almost maybe regrets, because it almost cost her her current relationship. Broke up an engagement between my sort-of-adopted family, and a girl I lusted after but knew I'd never have."
"Mththr wth ngghtyr thoo?"
"If you asked if I was naughty too," Harry murmured, lining himself up with her still-oozing twat but not entering it yet, "yes, I was. Very bad. I probably deserve to be punished, too. But my friends forgave me, I think. But I want to do better. I don't want to be selfish. You're my Pet, right?"
"Yth," she murmured, eyes fluttering as her dick swelled visibly, little hands tweaking the fat nipples that capped the heavy, round breasts, each as big as his head.
"My Pet reflects on me. You can't be selfish, either, if I can't. Right?"
"Rmghth?"
"So... from now on, I'm going to be sharing you a bit more. You don't mind, right?"
Even with her dick in her mouth, Lilith smiled, shaking her head no.
"Good. Well... not right now. But this year. If you're good this year, I'll reward you more, next year. See, I don't have to be selfish. I can be nice."
"Vrrey nth, Mathhrr."
He slid forward with his hips, pushing just the head of his penis inside her, but stayed there, enjoying how she kept moving it in and out, stretching herself and back as her hips continued to pump. "But, since you need to be punished... you can't have an orgasm, Pet. Not until I say you can."
She groaned around her cock, but nodded once.
Only then did Harry push in, hard, forcing not just himself into Lilith, but her own erection further into her mouth as her body bent nearly in half. Then he grabbed her by the little horns and pulled her head down farther, getting another inch and a half of herself down the Succubus' throat. He held her there while he was nearly bottomed out, the only movement for both of them her shaking hips, which seemed unable to stop.
Yet, even when he let go after a full count of thirty seconds, Lilith didn't take her erection from her mouth, but still continued shagging her face.
It was a little awkward for Harry to do much like that, but it still felt nice as she moved on and against him, so he stayed, watching her breasts bounce on either side of the thick member for several minutes.
Then, with a teasing grin, he pulled out, achingly slowly.
Back in, hard.
Out, slowly.
Then grabbed his fuck-toy by the knees and yanked her down with him so only her head was still on the pile of now-drenched pillows, still forcing just the tip of her into her mouth, and started to hammer away with gusto.
At one point, had Harry been able to track such things, he would have been amazed to hear he was getting nine or even ten pumps a second, but Lilith felt amazing, even stretched as she had been, around him, wet with both of her kinds of fluids, and as always, molded to fit him perfectly, stroking and milking Harry's hard-on for all it was worth.
His hands were not idle, either, nor just supporting him, for Harry rested on his elbows, his fingers splaying over hers to grab at Lilith's fat breasts, kneading until it seemed like his fingers would disappear, before letting go to pull a hard nub into his mouth and suckle, even nibble lightly. One side, then the other.
He came, hard, with an animalistic roar of possession, power, and lust, gushing out into her so forcefully that, like she had before with Hermione, he filled her entirely, leaving more than a quarter-pint of his own seed on the bedspread beyond what she kept inside, accepting fully into herself.
But he didn't tell Lilith she could climax, so, with tears in her eyes, she kept going, now pleasuring herself wildly with both hands.
Harry, too, joined in with almost sadistic glee, pumping the lower half of her shaft with both hands while his cock re-hardened once more, and he resumed thrusting.
This time, though, he pulled out after a few more minutes of more gentle motions, and knee-walked up another foot, to lay his own erection between the massive tits alongside the girl's own dick, and, by the nipples, held them together while he fucked those, too.
Obediently, as he rode her body higher and higher in his passion, Lilith's mouth stretched just a little wider, allowing her, just barely, to fit both her head and his inside.
Only then, after another mind-shattering, white-out orgasm into her mouth, did Harry say, "Cum for me, Pet."
And she coated them both, all of her tits, down around both sides of her throat and chin, her cheeks, and even up into her pink hair, though Harry could see, as he pulled away, unable to take the hyper-sensitivity any more, that her stomach was starting to swell with the sheer volume of what she'd swallowed.
But he wasn't quite done.
"All of it, Pet," he commanded, collapsing into the nearby chair to watch, legs splayed out, "clean it all up."
On trembling limbs, Lilith slowly obeyed, cleaning first herself with her tongue and hands, even suckling just a little more on her half-erect tip to pull some from the pipe, then got on her hands and knees and started licking it all from the bed, before climbing, still supine, down to the floor and between his knees, where, for the third time that night, she cleaned him orally.
"Good girl," he murmured, patting her head like a nice Master, "Now... I have to get up by nine, and it's after midnight. If you get horny in the night, go shag... I don't know, the bed-post or something. Your dildo, whatever. I need to sleep."
"Yes, Master," Lilith murmured.
Truth be told, she hadn't been gathering much of the semen in Sirius' neighborhood. Someone, she wasn't sure who, had a Succubus in the region. Their territory was small, but she wasn't about to encroach, even if she could have.
Her Master was more than enough.
So, as he climbed into bed, she curled into his arms, always happy to be the big or little spoon, and 'slept' with him.
A/N2: Review, folks! New chapters posted monthly (roughly around the 5th), but I will post early when I hit 15 reviews per chapter!
For those who might be interested, I now have a Pat(r)eon (and thanks, FFnet, for being obnoxious as always with outside links. And by thanks I mean I kind of hate you for it).
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Review RESPONSE:
I hate doing this. If you're going to leave a review, please sign in. It's not hard to create a profile. :) BUT, as one reviewer pointed something out from much earlier in the story (it was reviewed on Ch 22, so rather than leave people hanging forever...), I will respond here this one time.
Responding to "HEY LISTEN" (Heh, Navi, you annoying but awesome Fairy...): I do actually write smut for a living. Kaja Wilder on Amazon (though you have to sift through some body soaps and other things sometimes, if you focus on eBooks they show up first page). More comes out monthly at the least, but usually more often- my goal is two shorts a week, or one short and one 'chapter' of some of my longer erotica novels (which fit into several genres).
There's the rest of the response:
I understand that is ONE of the reasons, but in stories where that behavior doesn't happen, I still have fewer reviews. It's fine. I post for you all to enjoy, I write for my own enjoyment. While I would like more reviews, that's primarily to increase readership and pull in others so they can enjoy, too.
I am glad you think my stories are that well-written- I hope you continue to think so! That being said, while I would never say 'your fun is wrong' about skipping the more swinger / mmf or more than mff(f+) scenes... it's less realistic, and I can't easily force myself to write that. It also wouldn't be true to the versions of the characters portrayed in FwB. So feel free to skip if you must (though you're missing out on plenty of character growth and development, and other things too- important information said as an side during sex, for example- if you do), but I would encourage at least a skim-through of those scenes. That goes for everyone.
Finally, in actual answer to the plot hole you speak of (Lilith just letting the 'banked shots'- by which I assume you mean Harry's fluid donations to her personally)- run out and letting the contract lapse.
There's a few reasons why she doesn't do that. In no particular order:
You make more in the long run by keeping a Contractor healthy and donating regularly. Ask someone who other people pay rent if they'd make more in 20 years than the worth of the house if they sold it. I'd bet 96% of the time or more, the answer is yes.
Lilith actually likes Harry, and doesn't want him dead or dissolved for proteins.
Lilith believes Harry's goal is worthy.
Lilith enjoys sex with Harry (and his friends), and wants to keep that going.
In other words, there's no reason for her to do so, as that's not her goal. If the only goal of a Succubus (at least in FwB) is gathering fluids- and that's basically what it is- for their proteins and amino acids, DNA and RNA sequences, etc- it's still more efficient to get a cup or two (remember, superhuman levels of sexuality) of semen a day for years than it is to milk a body for all its worth until it's a desiccated husk and then break that down, too.
Finally, Lilith has... other goals. Things she's ever even told Harry (and may never). She doesn't want to be just a regular Succubus. So... she's in it for the long haul, because that's how she can get the power to get what she wants. Everything she does (or almost everything) is working toward either fulfilling the Contract 'eventually', or her own personal goals. She's far craftier than you might think, or that really anyone, including Harry, does. :)
Hope that clears up your confusion (and that of anyone else who had a similar question in their heads).