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Chap. 91: A Double-Healing Potion
Ron and Pansy, both red-faced and sweaty from exertion, left Harry's bedroom to the amused, tired eyes of Hermione, Ginny, Lavender, Hannah, Neville, and Harry himself. For nearly two full days, ever since the battles in Hogsmeade, at the castle gates, and inside Hogwarts itself concluded, the group as a whole had been shagging or pleasuring themselves non-stop over Lilith's comatose body.
It was an interesting experience for most of them at first, deliberately covering the Succubus in as many doses of their emotionally-charged sexual fluids as they could.
The problem for most of them, Harry had deduced after nearly two days, was that their fluids just weren't emotionally charged enough. They all liked Lilith, and he was fairly certain that Hermione and Ginny, if not the others too, were falling in love with the Succubus in their own way as well. That helped, but she was still just.. there.
More like a piece of furniture than a person, and certainly not a participant in whatever they were doing.
It was hard to feel emotion toward an object in the room when you were shagging or wanking or whatever else. Even if Harry personally found the alien, even classically demonic appearance of Lilith's true form strangely alluring, it was getting increasingly difficult for his normally very randy self to even reach orgasm, much less do it with feeling.
Of course, as he had the realization that they simply weren't being passionate enough toward her, that was what Lilith's nature as a Succubus truly craved after all, the fluids being only a vehicle to carry the emotional energy from one place to another, the solution presented itself. At least, he hoped it was a solution.
Shagging on, over, and around, Lilith was all well and good, and he was sure it wouldn't hurt her. In fact, if she were conscious, he was sure his Pet would be ecstatic to be covered in cum so regularly and for such a prolonged period. Over their bond, weakened though it was, he could feel her getting stronger... but it was a slow process, barely noticeable moment to moment. There was too a visible change in her body, the two puncture marks on Lilith's neck, the smallest and yet most grievous of the injuries she had sustained against the vampiress two days earlier, had mostly closed up, they were barely pinpricks now. The larger lashes and lacerations, however, including her broken, shattered wing joints, had remained unhealed.
Literal gallons of semen and girl-squirt hadn't done the job, even though her body had absorbed it like a dry sponge with water.
But Harry knew what he had to do next.
Harry stood up slowly, and the eyes of most of those in the common area of his quarters moved to him. The majority of the group wasn't even fully dressed. After six or more rounds each over the last two days, everyone but Daphne and Tracey, who had done a couple of rounds each in private, had decided not to bother and were wearing less and less. Ron and Neville were just in their underpants, and half the witches were in knickers, the others in knickers and bra alone. Harry himself wasn't dressed at all, since he had used the gifts of his Succubus to take a turn trying to heal her between every other attempt. Even his impressive length and almost perpetually-hard cock was only at half-mast despite the exposed flesh of the beautiful young women around him. He blamed over-use, not that it was really an excuse for him, the Contractor of a Succubus.
Besides, it wasn't like he couldn't perform if he wanted to. He certainly would be, soon enough. Still, even though he had gone between every other single or pair, triple, or quad of people that had taken a turn with the Succubus, something about his demeanor had all eyes on him as Harry stood this time. He acknowledged their looks with a glance at each of them in turn, then took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "It's working, I can feel it... but it's too slow. We have to- I have to- do something different."
"What, though?" Ron asked, no doubt voicing what was on everyone's mind.
Harry could only shrug and say quietly, "I have an idea. I just have to... I have to think it'll work. Give me some time with her. Just us, for now. I'll... I'll call if I need more."
"Alright," Hermione nodded, "We trust you, Harry."
He smiled at each of them, including Luna who was sleeping, exhausted from her own Herculean efforts to heal her dream-friend, draped over one of the armchairs, "I don't know if I'll be done by dinner, but if not, I'll call an Elf. Don't need to wait up. You, uh... might want to take a few turns in the showers before you head out, though. A few of us are starting to get rank."
"Gross," Ginny giggled weakly, then lifted her armpit and lowered her head, "Even if you're right. Go get her, Harry. Bring our girl back."
With a nod, hoping he projected confidence he didn't truly feel, Harry turned away as they started discussing who would get the two showers in the quarters first.
Inside his bedroom, Lilith still lay awkwardly on her side, the more broken wing laying over the one with only one large but simple fracture on the far side of his bed. The sheets were damp with the collective efforts of the group over the last forty or so hours of activity, but Lilith herself, aside from being slightly sticky, was as dry as a desert. Abnormal, he knew, for her usually soft skin.
As he looked at her beaten and battered body, Harry found it a little difficult to summon enough of the passion he was sure was required. Shagging her sleeping body was more than a little appealing to him though. Something akin to the old days of the previous year, when he would regularly have Lilith dose one girl or another with Fog of Lust to strongly 'encourage' girls to shag him. The sense of power, of dominance, the act had given him then, no matter the guilt he felt later, had been a powerful lure to do it again and again.
Using a sleeping woman for his pleasure was not something Harry had done before, though he had thought about it once or twice. The idea lent the same sort of thrill of power to him, but he didn't have to consciously remind himself to know that there was more to it this time that was stretching his once-flagging dick to a throbbing strain as he looked her over. The chitin armor, similar to Ron's, over her chest was built, or had evolved, in such a way that it could lower, and her breasts were on full display, as he knew she would prefer most of the time if their society would let her get away with it. Someone besides Harry had been playing with her pussy too, because it was slightly engorged and swollen as if it had been slapped a few times.
Yes... they, his friends, had definitely had fun around Lilith, and probably gotten a little closer from time to time, but as he gently shifted one leg to open her up a little more, he doubted anyone had actually shagged her. He certainly hadn't, as he had not wanted to risk further damage to her wings. But she could heal that. The damage, while severe and probably even permanently crippling for a normal, biological creature, even a magical one, could be easily recovered from by her, given time, Lilith was just not built like them.
Their many conversations on the subject of her existence, her people, her culture and species, even her world had made that clear. She definitely had a body, but it was not a body like any species native to their plane of existence that Harry had ever heard of. If anything, she most resembled a colony organism made up of single-celled parts that could change and adapt at will to fit a variety of needs. It was her soul itself that Lilith was, the body, even more than was the case with a human, was simply a shell to contain it. If nothing else, Body Morphology, the same skill he had gained from her at the Contractor equivalent to a second Rune-set ritual, would help her rebuild it.
He hoped. There were, unfortunately, no guarantees.
That didn't mean he wanted to hurt her, of course, and he would avoid all damage if he could. But somehow, Harry doubted that was going to be possible.
With an almost sad sigh, Harry set himself to the course of action he suspected would be the only thing that could possibly pull Lilith out of whatever comatose state she was in aside from time and a very great deal of the same process they had been doing for two days straight.
He started with a hand on his own body, which was slightly sticky due to old sweat too. The hand started on his belly and dropped to his cock swiftly, he was in no mood to play around. A little bit of warm-up wasn't going to hurt, though, and it did still feel good to touch himself, even if the whole reason he'd summoned Lilith a bit more than a year ago was because he was sick and tired of wanking five times a day.
The young wizard also knew a lot more about his body and sexuality in general now. Lilith wanking him, Hermione and Ginny both practicing on him, and later the other girls doing the same had taught Harry a great deal about how a hand could be used to stimulate a dock in delightful and sensuous ways, many times more varied than a simple up-and-down stroke. This time, he did give the upper half, all his hand would cover at its current size, a solid grip but ran the pad of his thumb up and down over the thick, swollen cap while the pointer finger rubbed up and down the hollow, softer spot just below his frenulum.
His other hand went to Lilith's bod, where he trailed the tips of his fingers down her shoulder and arm, then dipped to her wide, armored hips to follow the softer lines of her waist back up to the torso armor, over the joints between the shell and the softer parts of the Succubus' body, and the side of her exposed tits. He stopped there to give one side a tease and to pull on her darker violet nipple while he kept rubbing himself. Once he'd given her a few squeezes just to watch how her armor interacted with the Succubus' breasts as they hung to the side, Harry let his hand drift further up her neck to circle it briefly. Not to choke, though he knew she sometimes enjoyed that sort of play, but just to hold her there, where she was tender. The Succubus' skin was pliant, if a bit dry, and the grip alone was enough to open her jaw and lips slightly.
Enough that, for a moment, Harry felt his hope rise astronomically. Was she regaining consciousness, if she moved...?
But no, he realized... it was just natural leverage as he pulled a little on her flesh. The sight gave him an idea for later, though, and it was one that excited Harry enough that he was sure he was going to do it.
From her throat, Harry's hand drifted along her jaw, then to her mouth, where he pushed one finger in and out a few times. Yes... he was definitely going to be doing that. Even without her participation, the sight of Lilith sucking on his finger, unaware of what she was doing, was a great turn-on. From her mouth, he lifted the hand to run down her disheveled, violent-pink locks and ran his fingers through them a few times in a vain attempt to get them to some sense of their normal neat, if wavy, appearance.
It was odd to him, he realized, how natural Lilith's pink hair was as it fell to her shoulders, entirely straight, in his preferred form with just a little bob at the end. Yet, in Ron's version of that, older, bustier and curvier, there was a little bit of wave to it, and in this form, her natural one, the hair was as thick and wild as Iris's or Lyra's, which was only exceeded by Hermione's hair in her youth. All three seemed quite normal and natural on her, despite being quite different. Much like the rest of her appearance, he supposed. She felt the same to him, no matter what she looked like, across their bond and in his growing empathic ability.
With another sigh, this one mingled regret, frustration, impatience, and arousal all at once, Harry reluctantly let go of his dick to reach over the Succubus with both arms, then change his mind. Instead, he walked around the bed to come at the problem from the opposite side, and using someone's discarded wand, Harry levitated the Succubus as smoothly as he could into the air, taking care not to let her limbs dangle, especially not her wings.
Once she was airborne, Harry reached out to the more damaged one first, and carefully twisted it, wincing every time the joints popped or the breaks ground against each other, until it was almost fully extended toward him. Only at the end, when he was about to let go, did Lilith react with a pained moan, "I'm sorry, baby," he whispered, as a muted but still quite sharp sensation of pain filtered through their bond. It almost felt as if she were drugged, sedated, with the delay and haziness of it.
But once her shattered wing was more or less back in place, it was easier to circle the bed once more and, with a quick twist, snap the other wing into place too. His Succubus whimpered then, an actual sound, and he looked toward her face to see it set into a grimace, though even that relaxed quickly, "Poor darling," he murmured, reaching out to caress her jaw once then leaning in to kiss her sideways while she hovered in the air over his bed, "Don't worry... I'm going to set you right. I know it hurts. I know it probably will hurt, but I'll do everything I can."
It was a struggle, but he was able to maintain concentration on the Levitation Charm while he used the wand- Pansy's, he thought, and Ron must have reamed her arse ridiculously hard to make her forget such an important implement- to cast a Cushioning Charm as powerfully as he could beneath the Succubus, then lowered her from the first onto the second.
Harry smiled as he saw that the Succubus was indeed, as he had hoped, suspended in the air about four inches over the bed. Just enough room, he saw, for her wings to rest on the bed with a little bit of mobility, but not enough, he hoped, to jar or twist them. He would have to be gentle, but he could do that. He would certainly do that for Lilith, who Harry realized yet again he had fallen completely for. It was painfully obvious now, after being without her smile, her sarcastic sense of humor, and general good cheer, her knowledge and sheer perversity too for a mere two days that he was very much in love with her.
And it was time to show her.
Even if how he was going to do that was something was a little unorthodox, and probably frowned upon by polite society.
With the Succubus supine on the bed, Harry climbed carefully up over the Succubus' head, glad he had thought far enough forward that he had plenty of space to place his feet, and then his knees as he came down over her armored torso to kneel with a leg on either side, "I hope you enjoy this as much as I will, my love, because even though I adore your smaller form, these tits are spectacular, and I've always wanted to fuck them like this."
He pumped forward carefully at first, using the same now-familiar motions he would use to ease a girl's pussy into stretching for his size. Harry watched Lilith's face carefully for any signs of discomfort, but found none. In fact, if he wasn't mistaken, she actually seemed more relaxed than she had been any other time he had worked to dump his fluids all over her wounded body. He smiled, taking it as a good sign, "I love your tits so much," Harry chuckled as he reached down with both hands to hold the pink-skinned mountains of tissue around his cock like a sleeve, "I love you, and I love your body. No matter what it looks like."
He started humping faster, enjoying how the firm but pliable flesh around his shaft bounced and jiggled as he moved back and forth, but stayed mindful not to thrust too hard. He didn't want to hurt her wings or jostle any of the other myriad injuries the vampire had inflicted during the battle.
After a minute or two of what Lyra, Lilith's school-girl persona for the year called paizuri, Harry let go of one breast to reach up and open the Succubus' mouth. Then he pushed two fingers in, as far as they would go to the back of her throat, and made sure to slide along her tongue as he did.
Lilith moaned again in response, and for a moment, once more, Harry let himself hope. That hope brightened when he felt her tongue twitch against his fingers, but it was so brief a motion that he told himself he was probably imagining it, and kept up his thrusts.
Slow and gentle, for ten minutes or more, Harry fucked the demon-bodied Succubus' chest, his attention evenly divided between the task itself, repeating in his mind and across their bond how much he loved Lilith and why over and over, maintaining the Cushioning Charm that now supported them both, and building up the most intense, and largest, load he had ever given anyone.
Succubi thrived on sex, and Lilith in particular seemed to enjoy it every bit as much as Harry did. He had thought that just having most of his coterie, his found family, constantly shagging around Lilith would be enough. And it would be, eventually, he was sure.
But he loved her, and he knew- knew it beyond the slightest shadow of a doubt, because he felt it, that she loved him, too. And it was the intensity of that emotion that she needed. Whatever prison his Succubus found herself in, be it of the mind, the soul, the body, or some combination thereof, he knew she needed to feel his love as much as the sex itself. And because he loved her, and she him, Harry knew equally powerfully that she wanted what he was doing. Craved it, needed it like air, only at an even more primal level.
He climaxed with a powerful rush, his cock swelling to three full inches in width to accommodate the flood of semen that gushed out of him. He could smell it at once despite the strength of an orgasm that numbed his entire body with absolute pleasure, potent and thick enough to overpower the already pungent odor of sex that clung in the room at all times, and had been especially thick the last two days.
Semen spurted out by the cup full, splashing against Lilith's jaw, sticky and creamy between her breasts, lubricating his rigid rod as it slid up and down spasmodically, and ran by the bucket down her body and face to drench and blanket the mattress, even running out onto the first, smallest patagium between the fingers of its structure.
Like her body had done every other time any of them had orgasmed on or near her since the battle, Lilith's body siphoned up the semen like a dying man in the desert who has found an oasis at last. Wings popped and snapped once more as, somehow, this more intense and larger load did what a hundred regular ones could not. Lacerations closed, at least partially, and bruises faded from deep purple to a more lavender color, only a few shades darker than her normal skin-tone.
And over their bond, relief. Nothing more, no thoughts or words or even defined emotions. Only relief, from pain, from worry, fear, and worst of all, loneliness.
It was a feeling Harry knew all too well from his own life, though knowing his Succubus had been suffering, even for just a couple of days, in the same sort of horror he had known before he had met her, or Hermione and Ron and Hagrid, saddened him almost too much to bear.
But she was not alone, and neither was he. He and she would never be alone again. Not if he had anything to say about it. He would find a way to keep her. In fact, as Harry stood up and repositioned himself facing the other way to shove his still-hard, cum-dripping cock into Lilith's throat, he told her as much, "I'm keeping you forever, my love," he whispered, "I'll find a way to break the contract and keep you if I have to. I'll go back to your world and fight them all, if I must. I'll do whatever it takes, break any law of man or magic to keep you. Because I love you, and you belong to me. I need you to know how much... When I give you this load, swallow it all, my dearest Succubus, wife of my heart. Take it into you, and heal. I need you back. I need you to be yourself again, not a lump of flesh for my pleasure. I want all of you."
This time, with her wings largely healed, Harry let the Cushioning Charm relax slowly, dribbling away his concentration on it until they were both resting on the bed while he slid in and out of Lilith's impossibly tight, long throat. Twelve full inches of cock, still bulged thick from the earlier load, went in and out smoothly despite her unconsciousness, as if Lilith's body was accommodating him even without her will.
The extra focus was devoted to building another load, faster but stronger. Memories flashed through his mind, starting with the first time he had been given a blow-job by the Succubus, before he had lost his virginity to Daphne Greengrass, then came back to seal the deal with Lilith herself. From there, Hermione's first time with him, or any man, granted assisted by the Fog of Lust, and how exciting it had been not just to be intimate with his best friend whom he loved, but know Lilith was watching, too. How excited Lilith had been when Harry had orgasmed into Pansy's shocked, horror-filled face that first time. Up at the burrow, when Fleur Delacour had watched him hold his tiny Succubus upside down and face-fuck her while he sat on the edge of his bed, licking at her delicious, bare pussy. And finally just the other day when she had happily gone down on him with Luna.
The climax was indeed larger, and it took more than a minute and a half, even with his increased size, for the semen to finish coming out. Harry stayed buried in Lilith's slender throat the whole time, feeling it with one hand while his cock flexed and worked more and more out. Her belly was swollen and distended beneath the armor, which creaked with the pressure of it, when he was done.
Even so, Harry watched the bulge slowly decrease as he withdrew from her oral cavity, but no sign of his semen was left on his cock, or came out with it.
In fact, by the time he had positioned himself between Lilith's double-kneed legs, her belly was as taut and flat as it ever was, "Hungry, I see," he chuckled lovingly, then leaned down over her to press a kiss to the soft, purple lips he had just been enjoying as they sheathed his erection, "Don't worry... I can feel you waking up. I'm going to feed you so well, my beloved Lilith. I think... I think I've got the perfect way to do it, in fact."
He sat up on his knees again and hiked Lilith's upper knees beneath his elbows, holding her legs open and up, then looked down at his body. It was a strain for his imagination, but the perverted fantasies of perhaps the randiest teenage boy Hogwarts had ever seen in a millennia of history proved sufficient for the task. His massive todger, swollen once more by the second orgasm, grew... grew some more... and then split in two, starting at the tip and moving further down, until one full shaft a little larger than the twelve-inch one he had started face-fucking Lilith with several minutes ago sat atop another the same size, both turgid and throbbing red.
"What do you think, my love?" Harry asked quietly, then decided he should at least try wanking while he had them both. He really did want to get to the main event, the one he was certain would well and truly wake up his increasingly healthy Succubus, but for now he put her legs back down, and started stroking.
It was awkward, honestly, and he couldn't decide if he liked wanking his twin cocks in alternating time, or together more. But it still felt fantastic, somewhere near twice as good as doing it with just one dick. Harry grinned, then let go of his cocks to pick up Lilith's legs once more.
He was well used to shagging like this now, so getting into position was easy. Getting both heads to line up with Lilith's holes was a little harder, but after he had adjusted himself a few times, then resorted to pressing one head against her puckered anus and twisting his pelvis to get the other into position with the thick cap pressing into her pussy, he smiled, "Alright, baby... this is how much I love you."
He pushed in with a sigh of rapture, both cocks fully enveloped in the warm heat of Lilith's body to a depth even Harry had not truly felt before. As it had before, though he knew there was indeed normally an end to both her rectal and vaginal cavity, Lilith's body adjusted at once to fit him perfectly, with both holes tightening in rings in several spots along with her natural folds, and closing off, or nearly so, at the end just before the receptacles that would hold his seed.
They say that familiarity breeds contempt. Harry, despite being not seventeen, was quite familiar with sex... and he disagreed. Even in this position, which was fairly vanilla, still awed and inspired him. Rocking his hips forward and back to fill and empty any beautiful woman would do that for him. That it was Lilith in her true form, both alien and exotic on top of that beauty, only accentuated the feeling, and he resolved to shag her like this more often if only to keep things interesting. He was still young enough that anal sex was a relatively fresh and new thing too.
He was doing both at the same time, and it was far more glorious than he could have imagined.
Double penetration with Ron or Neville, or Lilith with her cock out, was thrilling because whoever they were doing it to was tighter than before, often tight enough to feel the other person moving inside their body no matter what hole it was or who was doing it. This time, Harry was experiencing the sensations at the same time, from both sides.
"Holy fuck," he half-groaned, half-chuckled after the first couple of thrusts, "You've gotta try this yourself, baby... well, you probably already have knowing you, but it's fucking amazing. Merlin..."
"Mas... er..."
It had been so quiet that against the slight squeak of the bed or the wet squishing, sliding sounds of his body moving inside hers, Harry had barely heard it. Even with the sensory enhancements the Runes had given him along with his Bond, he might not have heard it if past trauma had not heightened his sensitivity to faint noises, "I hear you, baby," he told her, "And I'm going to feed you all you need. Building it up now... it's gonna be a big one."
This time, he knew he heard her, though it was a single, short word, "Yessss..."
Though Harry kept talking to her, Lilith didn't say anything else or do more than reflexively let out gasps of air as he pounded her harder and faster, slowly increasing speed and force as he saw her wounds continuing to knit themselves closed. Not just from the two gigantic helpings of semen he had given her, he now knew, but because of the feelings infused within them.
By the time he was nearing completion again, two fresh orgasms in to increase the sensitivity of his cock before he had doubled it by growing a second one, Harry had been double-fucking the Succubus in both holes for twenty-five minutes. During that time, about a third of his attention devoted to the overwhelming level of sensation and staving off the orgasm that very thing was trying to bring on too fast, while the larger remainder was, as before, focusing on building a truly record-breaking amount of cum in his aching balls, which slapped heavily against the Succubus' firm arse with every bottomed-out thrust into her orifices.
He was so intent on watching Lilith's body rock and move in time with his own, on the exquisite pleasure she was evoking in him, and on flooding his magically-enhanced ammunition with the emotional nutrition his lover needed to heal, that Harry didn't notice the door opening behind him. He didn't realize that the entire cotierre, even those who hadn't yet gotten Runes, had gathered around him and Lilith in a circle. They were quiet, Neville and Ron slowly stroking themselves, the former through the hole in his boxers, the latter now as nude as Harry was. The girls were mostly dressed as they had been too, and were also either touching themselves or, in Daphne and Tracey's cases, each other. He didn't notice a thing beyond the bed until he heard Ginny smack her lips and murmur, "I'm so getting that double-cock next. I've got dibs."
"Shit," Hermione swore quietly, "I was just about to say it, too. I'm after."
Harry looked up, surprised twisting his relaxed, blissful expression into confusion for a few seconds as he looked around, the control on his orgasm faltering enough a single potent shot seeded Lilith before he caught himself, "Hey, uh- what are you lot doing...?"
"Watching our lover," Lavender answered for everyone, gesturing with the hand she wasn't rubbing herself with, "heal our other lover. That's what."
It was the blonde's gesture that clued Harry in to the addition of Luna, but also of Katie and both of the Patil sisters.
Katie was in her knickers and bra like the rest, a simple but cute affair in a soft cream a few shades lighter than her olive skin. The sight of her made Harry's cocks both lurch. Though he had shagged the woman twice now, and knew they were at the very least friends with some amazing benefits and had discussed a possibly permanent sexual, even familial, relationship, he had never actually seen his team-mate and Quidditch Captain naked, or even close to it. He had fantasized about her first, and most often, out of Gryffindor's Flying Foxes, and now he knew his dreams were a pale imitation.
Padma was the most conservatively dressed of everyone present, for she still wore her skirt and the blouse of her uniform, but she still touched her pussy through her knickers, the skirt raised, and her blouse was completely undone with one hand beneath it playing with her tits.
Not that it really mattered to Harry, because the Patils were identical, and as always, Parvati was the opposite of her sister in that she was quite shamelessly nude, as naked as Harry himself. He found himself staring, his twinned members swelling a little more at the sight of her, and the knowledge that, by being here, she and her sister were essentially declaring their desire to join the group completely.
And, well, twins were always sexy.
"Thank you," he said solemnly, which might have felt strange as he was being stared at by over a dozen people while shagging a Succubus in her true form. With two penises, of course. But Harry felt nothing of the sort. Through his bond with them, too, he could feel only the same sort of affection he felt for them. Genuine, true compassion, care, support, love. Harry smiled at each of them, then looked down at Lilith pointedly, "It's the emotion we were lacking," he explained as gently as he could while continuing his frenetic humping, "Fluids without emotion- passion- for Lilith herself was helping, but too slow. Too little, too weak. This... Everything I have, everything that I... that I love her with, has gone into the last two loads, and this one, too."
He didn't miss the girls, each and every one of them, sharing a look with the others, though it seemed both Ron and Neville missed the unspoken words.
That was okay with Harry, because while he definitely loved both of them, it was like a brother or best friend, or both. Iris might be infatuated with Ron, but she showed no interest in Neville really, and he suspected the sister-self-persona, or whatever she was, would get over even her infatuation given a bit more time. The little voice that occasionally niggled inside his head seemed more concerned with Ginny, or even Astoria lately, anyway.
The girls and women who were the large majority of the circle around him and Lilith, however, were his lovers. Even if he'd never actually shagged two of them, he knew that's what they wanted, and what they now considered themselves. He knew it as surely as he had known where each of them had been on the platform after the attack, and just as surely now as he could see them, hear them.
The Patil twins, Padma and Parvati both, were in his cotierre, part of what most of the girls were starting to call his harem, at least in private.
More, though... he still needed more. His family was not complete. Not yet.
But it was closer, a lot closer, than it had been at the beginning of the year. The thought made his scrotum seize painfully. He was a teenager, and his refractory period was as low as it would ever be without magic, but he had still climaxed dozens upon dozens of times in the last two days, and the sheer volume of semen his balls had been forced to produce just in the last hour would have boggled both scientists and wizard-scholars alike. But that didn't mean his Succubus-Bound abilities were not going to work. Very little could stop that, at this point. According to Lilith, in just a few short months, about a year and a half after summoning her, he wouldn't even lose his powers if, somehow, she was killed. Not that he planned on letting that happen.
No, she was his for as long as she wanted to be. Forever, or until one or both of them died of old age. He would see to it, even if doing so meant moving the heavens themselves.
"I'm... fuck, it's so good, I'm... I'm cumming- gonna fill up both your holes, baby," he groaned blissfully.
Lilith's eyes fluttered open, and he heard her in both his head and with his ears as she cried, "I'm waiting, Master! Feed me!"
There were gasps all around as they saw veins pop out of the half or so of both of Harry's dicks they could see as he plunged recklessly in and out of his Succubus with the onset of climax. They uniformly gasped again as they saw the smooth skin surrounding Lilith's small navel jump outward... and not go back in. Again, and again, her flesh lurched outward, swelling bulbously, almost comically, until she truly looked pregnant with the lavender-pink skin bulging around the chitin shell that covered her upper torso and circled her waist like a thong.
"Bloody 'ell," Ron murmured.
"Language," Daphne, Hermione, and Ginny all corrected him absently, though Harry knew without looking they were staring just as wide-eyed.
He was still orgasming, jetting more and more cum into Lilith's body. She drank it hungrily, greedily, as much as he could give, but at a slower pace so her body continued to swell until finally, at long last, he was finished and she looked like she was carrying triplets.
But Harry stayed buried within her as he leaned down over her once more and pressed another kiss to her lips, then her nose, and finally forehead, before he came back down to look into her violet eyes, "I'm glad you're back, my love."
"Me too, my only love," the Succubus, creature of sex, passion, and desire, whispered back, once again in his mind and audibly, and this time in his heart, too, while gently reaching up a hand, movement still weak and sluggish, to cup his face. Then she lifted her head, shakily, the inch necessary to kiss him back.
Harry smiled against her mouth, knowing she would be alright, and thus, so would they all.