Shout at the Devil

by MalcolmTent6730

Magic wasn't real. That's what Ryan Black was told for most of his life. It was a truth he believed until about a week after his eighteenth birthday, when he was contacted by his dead dad's estate about his own. Being born a squib he had no reason to be informed, except for a small gift his old man left him. Evil pieces in Harry Potter. AU Hogwarts University. Eventual OC-Multi,

42. Chapter 42

January 30th , 2013, Paris, France, 9:00 PM BST

"Alright, how do I look." I asked Fleur, adjusting my tie. She shot me a fond but exasperated look, and I shrugged defensively. "What? I want to make a good impression. I'm guessing your dad's fond regard waned when I turned his eldest daughter into an immortal monster."

"Papa will think what he thinks," she said bluntly. "The fact that he agreed to host grandmother at the house is already promising."

I snorted. "Except Gabi says he's just hoping to make sure she doesn't brainwash you into becoming a cumguzzling whore." At her raised eyebrow. I rolled my eyes. "Fine, I'm paraphrasing. But he thinks she's a bad influence and wants to protect you, even if it means ignoring your current infernal alignment."

She pressed that soft, voluptuous body against me, kissing her way down my neck. "He's a bit late." She purred into my ear. "I've been your whore since the first time you had me. And I've 'guzzled' plenty of your cum. What I let my man do to me in our bedroom is none of his business, and if he treats you poorly, we'll leave. We can find another way to contact Flamel."

"We can't risk this plan." I said firmly. "Amelie, Natasha, and Flitwick are having trouble with the wards. Amelie says Flamel is a genius at enchanting. He's also very old and experienced. Natasha says if anyone can help us it's him. Not to mention I've seen him fight, and he'll definitely be of help when we face Grindelwald."

She pouted enchantingly. Gods she was sexy. Feeling her against me like this made my lust go crazy, even with my protections against her allure. My girl was walking sex. I couldn't resist a handful of ample french booty while she talked, and she gave a saucy little wiggle, grinding herself against the obvious erection straining the front of my pants. "Must I endure his disregard if he treats you shamefully?"

"I'm more worried about me." I laughed. "If he talks down to you or treats you coldly, I might kick his ass before I even think about it. That's why we couldn't bring Seras, remember?"

Sighing, she pulled back, leaving my hand on her ass but leaning away so she could look me in the face. "My family is not 'mistreating' me. They are unhappy, and have been distant, but I'm not being sneered at or insulted. You need to let me handle this myself. I adore your protectiveness, and Seras's as well, but this is not a battle you can fight for me."

"Wanna bet?" I muttered sulking, and she darted forward, biting my bottom lip sharply before giving me a hungry kiss.

"Be nice to my family." She purred. "And I'll give you a firsthand demonstration of what a cum guzzling whore you make me when we get home. It's been some time since you've had me by myself. I tire of sharing my favorite meal at every sitting. Just for tonight I'll have you myself and remind you what your Veela can do for you."

I shot her a dirty look. "That's so unfair. Also, if you want me to not flirt with your grandmother, getting me rock hard before our meeting is probably a bad strategy."

Sneering, she flipped her hair over her shoulder. "I hope she drives you mad with lust. You won't have a chance to sate it until we leave, and I'll prove I can take it all better than that wrinkled whore could ever dream of."

"You know, we should visit your grandma more." I commented brightly. "I like this side of you."

Snorting, she pushed me away, then strutted up the path to her parents estate dumptruck booty swaying enticingly in her silver dress. I watched those soft cheeks the whole way up the path, then realized I should be following and caught up.

We rang the bell, and it opened to reveal a sight I hadn't been expecting. A maid. Like an honest to gods french maid. Big tits packed into a skimpy frilly dress and that weird maid hat, merry janes, tights, a short skirt over outrageously thick thighs, and the plumpest dick sucking lips I'd ever seen, sheathed in pink shiny gloss to make them pop. "Bounjour!" She said breathily, leaning forward to let her cleavage draw the eye.

Fleur looked at her coldly, expression annoyed. "Grandmother." She said flatly. "Why are you answering the door dressed like a maid from a bad pornography?"

Caroline, who I only now had the brain power to realize wasn't an actual maid, tittered. "My silly Fleur. I heard your gentleman friend was american. American boys love to lust over French maids, no?" She fluttered a little hand duster she was holding. "Shall I clean for you, monsieur?" She turned and bent over enticingly, looking back at me over her shoulder as she dusted the floor.

It was…a nice picture. Thick thighs constrained by thigh high tights and garters leading up to outrageously skimpy panties swallowed by an enormous white ass, cheeks firm and plump as the jiggled slightly with the motion of the duster.

Fleur elbowed me in the ribs and I yelped, snapping out of it. "Um…no need to clean, Miss Caroline."

She stood, smoothing her skirt in a way that somehow made it ride up further. "Oh, non monsieur." She gasped. "This is so formal. This humble maid is not worthy of such respect from the handsome guest. You may simply call me Caroline. Unless you have another preference for a form of address?" She bit her lip. "I often enjoy when handsome men call me 'slut'."

"Mother!" Snapped an annoyed voice. Caroline turned, pouting lightly as an older version of Fleur in a gold dress strode into the room, glaring at her. "Honestly! Have some dignity." Unlike Caroline she was speaking french, so there was no accent, though I suspected Carolines had been exaggerated for effect. "Ryan is Fleur's beau and our guest. Cease your degrading show this instant."

Caroline's eyes went from smoldering to cold. "Appoline, this is why you've ended up married to a useless impotent dandy. When a Veela sees a virile man she wants, debauchery and sensuality are her chief weapons. As for Fleur, why should that bother me? We can share her man, I'm sure he's up to the task, based on what I've heard of his social life. He's clearly a powerful, vital wizard. His seed will be potent."

I just kind of stared in shock at her blunt response. "You want him to BREED you?" Appoline gasped.

"What is a cunt for, if not to be seeded." Caroline said disdainfully. "It's been years since my last daughter, and clearly my eldest isn't living up to her potential. This one would give me strong children. Maybe Fleur as well. We could carry our babies together. I'm sure I have much to teach her about motherhood." That last was said spitefully.

"Ok, that's enough." I snapped. Sexy or not, she was treating my Rook like she didn't exist. This kind of nonsense was probably part of why Fleur had a complex about only being valued for sex. "I'm not fucking you. I wouldn't fuck you with someone ELSES hundred foot dick. So why don't you calm the fuck down, or we'll be leaving."

She turned to me, cocking her head. "You seem upset. Did my greeting displease you?"

"Your attitude displeased me. Talking about Fleur like she isn't here." I corrected. "She's MINE, and if I head you disrespect her again I'm going to slap that slutty pout off your bitchy face. Understood?"

Her eyes were fixed on me, locked with with, and her full lips spread into a smile. "This, Appoline, is the kind of man I wished for you." She purred. "Your simpering husband would never speak to me in such a way, not even for you. The pretty package would be enough to warrant a baby, but that kind of fire is what I want in a father for my children." She pouted again. "Or perhaps I'll have to settle for seeing it in my grandchildren. A shame. I assure you I could allow you to vent those frustrations on my body in ways much more enjoyable than violence. Though I'm up for a bit of that too, if we work up to it."

With one last lookover, she turned and strutted out of the room. Appoline groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I apologize, Ryan. My mother is…old fashioned. She comes from a subset of Veela who see themselves as a throwback to the fertility goddesses of old. Sexual conquerors and queens who take any man they like."

"I just didn't like her treating Fleur like some kind of gift with purchase if I decided to fuck her." I said bluntly. "She doesn't get to volunteer her for sex, not even with me. Fleur makes her own decisions."

Her face blossomed into a warm smile. "That is an excellent way to look at things. I also apologize for the gauche entrance. All of our ACTUAL maids had to be sent home. My mother likes to play with the help when she's bored. My husband has developed something of a resistance to Veela allure, but I can't say the same of our staff. I was in the kitchen making sure she didn't try to seduce the chef when the doorbell rang."

We followed her into the dining room, where Caroline had taken a seat leaning against the table, making sure her skirt was teasing lots of thigh. Fleur's dad wasn't there,but to my surprise, Gabi was. "How did you get here?" I'd teleported us over after classes today, since term had just resumed, but Gabi wasn't a devil.

"Val brought me." She said simply. "Stori wanted me to come and keep an eye on you. She said, and I quote. 'If he brings home any more women Daphne might throw him off the astronomy tower'. I know how grandmother is, so I decided to come help."

Caroline pouted. "You all treat me as if I'm some kind of man eating monster. I'm simply an attractive, experienced woman, who enjoys the attentions of strong sensual men. Ryan would have a wonderful time inside me. At least Fleur's man has an appetite, what's this I hear about you being 'monogomous' with the boy who lived? Did I teach you nothing?"

"Nothing of use." Said Gabi in a tone bitchier than I'd ever heard from her. "Now, if you're done drooling like a cheap harlot, perhaps you could tell us what you want to arrange a meeting with Flamel. Or we'll go another route."

"I wouldn't be so sure you could do so in a timely manner." She said serenely. "But fine. I was going to ask for a baby. But let it never be said that Caroline Deschamps cannot listen to her partner's wishes. I can get you in to see Flamel TONIGHT, but in return, I want you to make good on your earlier statement. You will not fuck me, but you will demonstrate your virility. After you speak to Flamel, you will impregnate Fleur, and I will be there to watch."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "I thought I made it clear that Fleur makes her own decision about what she does and doesn't want to do in bed. Not to mention that given our natures, the chances of her getting pregnant are EXTREMELY low. Even if we wanted to try for a baby it would take decades, and we wouldn't do that for an introduction anyway. So no. We'll figure something out on our own. Maybe Dumbledore can help."

She looked at me seriously. "Fine. No baby. Simply have her in every conceivable way with me there to supervise. I want to make sure my grandaughter isn't an embarrassment in bed."

"Done." Said Fleur sharply. I turned to her, surprised. She smiled at me warmly. "You said it was my choice. If this gets us to Flamel in a timely manner, then I accept her terms." She smirked knowingly. "Forget embarrassment, she's going to be boiling with envy when I'm done showing her how I take care of you." I…didn't have a response to that. Somehow, I had a feeling tonight was going to be interesting, shame I had to go meet an Alchemist first.

January 30th , 2013, Chateau Flamel, Paris, France, 11:00 PM BST

"This place is…smaller than I expected." I commented as we came to a stop in a spacious clearing. Ahead of us, down a cobblestone path, was a small cottage, thatched roof and all. It looked quaint and picturesque, though forcing myself into the headspace that I'd recently learned for 'magesight' showed me that the whole clearing was enchanted up the ass.

Caroline shrugged. "Nicholas is one of the most self assured individuals I've ever known. Creature comforts have their value to him, but he sees no need to flaunt his wealth or status."

"Yeah, I guess inventing the magical equivalent of a printing press will do that," I said dryly.

"Well, there is that," she agreed. "In any case, I'm not the MOST welcome here. Nicholas and I share an interest in Alchemy, and I have studied with him occasionally over the finds me gauche and grating, so we usually schedule my visits when she goes on her walkabouts. Sometimes she gets sick of him and needs to travel."

I snickered. "Are we sure they actually LIKE each other? Between you and Natasha he seems like he's a bit too fond of beautiful women."

"Beautiful? Why, Ryan, how forward." She batted her eyes at me. "But yes, they're quite in love. When you live as long as they have, you go through…phases. Sometimes the passion waxes, sometimes it wanes. I assure you, Nicholas may not always like his wife, but he does love her deeply. They may argue, and hurt each other, and sometimes avoid each other like the plague, but he would obliterate a city if anything happened to her. Such is their way."

Having seen him in combat, I could believe it. Which made me want him on side for the fight against Grindelwald even more. Nicholas was about as skilled as Dumbledore, and much faster physically.

I'd considered asking the old man to participate in the Grindelwald raid, but at the end of the day I couldn't justify it. I knew with utter certainty that while he was powerful and dangerous, a fight at that scale would kill him. Mundi ad Bellum was his greatest combat sorcery, and even keeping it up for the ten minutes needed to test us was taxing.

Albus Dumbledore was one of the greatest living magical minds, but his body couldn't keep up. My instincts screamed at me not to involve him, and I'd learned to listen to them well.

We approached the cottage, Caroline, pulling out a small red stone on a woven rope tassel. It looked old and cracked and very shabby, but it glowed softly as we stepped into the clearing proper, allowing us through the wards that I had to look away from.

We reached the door in no time, and I knocked tentatively. There was a slight pause, and the door opened to reveal a young woman about the same age as us. She had short copper hair and bright green eyes. Her features were delicate and sweet. Until she saw Fleur, and then those pretty green eyes narrowed. "Nicholas." She called acidly. "One of your whores is here. It's the fat one!"

Caroline's eyebrow twitched. "Perenelle, lovely to see you."

"Whore," the other woman greeted casually. "And you brought another whore." She paused. "And a very handsome young man. Is this a new tactic so I won't curse you into oblivion for fooling around with my husband? Because this one isn't bad." She looked me over appreciatively. "My, you're certainly a handsome young man, aren't you?"

"Yup," I said bluntly. "Thanks for noticing. You're very lovely yourself. I would point out that my companion is in fact, not a whore. She's my girlfriend and only has sex with me, and not for money. Caroline I'm sure IS a whore by almost any definition I can think of, so while it's aggressive, I can't really accuse you of being inaccurate."

Perenelle let out a tinkling laugh that was surprisingly warm. "Well my mistake. I'm certain this young lady wouldn't cast aside such a handsome and dashing young buck to dally with my old goat of a husband, so perhaps my assumption was a bit hasty." She bowed her head to Fleur formally. "Apologies, young miss. For the needless antagonism. I'm afraid my knowledge of your traveling companion has colored my perception of you."

Caroline glared. "I am NOT a whore." She snapped in annoyance. "And if I were none of you could afford me. My granddaughter and her lover are here to see your husband. They wish to speak to him of the recent escape of Gellert Grindelwald."

Perenelle's green eyes went hard. "Ah," She said distastefully. "Nasty business, that. But Nicholas can't help you find him. They were never close. Gellert was always more intimately involved with Albus Dumbledore. Nicholas was a mentor to Albus, but he never like Gellert. Said he felt wrong. If you're hoping for a location I'm afraid there's nothing to be done."

"We aren't," I said quickly before she could close the door. "We have one already. We need some enchanting help. He's fortified a bunker and barricaded himself in. We have Filius Flitwick, Amelie Lacroix, and…Natasha Romanoff helping us."

Her eyes narrowed. "My master is helping you deconstruct the bunker of a dark wizard? What are you paying her? You're pretty, but there's not a large enough cock in the world to get her involved in a mess like that." She didn't sound as hostile as she had when discussing Caroline, she just sounded exasperated.

"Natasha is with me," I said. "It's a long story, but suffice to say she's doing it because I want her to."

Her appraising look became lascivious. "You must be quite the man to have so many beautiful women so enthralled. Perhaps I should find out what the fuss is about myself. If you're with Natasha you clearly don't mind older women."

"Perenelle, don't drool on the guests," came a tired voice from inside. "It's tacky."
She sneered over her shoulder. "That's rich coming from you! Why does this Veela skank have a talisman to get through my wards?"

Nicholas stepped out from behind her, pushing her aside so he could gesture us inside. "Because we're research associates, Nelly. You're in one of your moods again. You should move up your trip to Andalusia. You know slaughtering ghouls always makes you feel better."

She looked at him sulkily before sighing. "I suppose you're right. I do get so tetchy when I feel cooped up in here." She looked at us uneasily. "Are you sure you won't need me? If this is about Grindelwald…he's dangerous Nicky. I know you can handle yourself, but he isn't a man to be taken lightly."

"I'm well aware," he said with a warm smile. "And I much appreciate your worry, darling. But I'll be fine. This young man is a surprisingly quick hand with a wand. I dare say the two of us could give even Grindelwald a run for his money, not to mention this lovely young lady beside him practically radiates power." He leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Go on your trip, love. Blow off steam, feel better."

She nodded almost shyly, then favored Fleur and I with a smile. "It was lovely meeting the two of you. I do hope Nicky can help you with your problem. Feel free to come visit sometime in the future." She winked at me, and I averted my eyes with a flush. I wasn't shy, but her husband scared me shitless. "Anyway, I suppose I'll be off then. Good luck with your dark wizard problem, Caroline, you're still a whore."

I snorted out a laugh and saw Fleur and Nicholas stifle theirs as Caroline seethed. Perenelle turned and strolled away casually, as if daring the Veela to attack, but considering how dangerous Flamel was, I kind of assumed that if she HAD attacked, it would have gone poorly for her.

"Please, come inside," said Flamel, gesturing us further in. "Apologies about Nelly. We're in one of our downswings. It's mostly stir craziness, she'll go exterminate some magical pests and be feeling much more herself."

I refrained from commenting on the marriage of one of the scariest people I'd ever met and just moved on. I explained the situation, giving him some of the details on the bunker and how it worked, and asked if he'd be willing to help. He looked pensive. "I'm not…opposed," he hedged. "But Gellert…he was a dangerous man, as my wife said. I assume you also wish my help with his apprehension?"
"What happened to the two of us being able to subdue him?" I asked in amusement.

"Nelly worries," he shrugged. "She might act like she doesn't care when she's in a mood, but we've grown attached over the centuries. If she thought Gellert was beyond my capabilities she might try to follow us. I do not wish my wife to be involved with this nasty business. Luckily she still views me with a bit of hero worship, even after all this time. At least in regards to my combat prowess."

That was actually kind of sweet. "Can I ask a personal question?" I said cautiously.

He shrugged. "I've been alive for five hundred years, dear boy. I assure you I've mostly likely heard it before. By all means."

"Do you actually cheat on her that much?" I asked. "You don't seem like the type."

He chuckled. "Do I have dalliances with other women? On occasion. Is it as often as I might lead her to believe, most likely not. Nelly is a passionate woman, and she likes excuses to get angry with me. We fight, she storms off, she comes back and we reconcile. She enjoys the release of it. She isn't as opposed to me being with other women as she might come across. She's even observed a few of my trysts. To put it simply, bigger fights mean better make up sex."

"Gross." I commented lightly. "I'm officially sorry I asked. Anyway, all that aside, are you willing to help us or not?"

He pondered. "I suppose I am. Gellert is a prodigious threat, and I find myself short a project. If nothing else, disarming his bunker should be intellectually stimulating. I take it we'll be leaving tomorrow? Or is this an immediate project?"

"Not immediate." I hurried to cut him off. "I have plans later tonight. Tomorrow is fine." I very carefully didn't look at Caroline. Name calling and jabs from Perenelle aside, she was really hot, and I wasn't NOT looking forward to having her in our bedroom. Despite my careful eye placement, Flamel seemed to pick up what I wasn't putting down and smirked at me.

"Of course," he said lightly. "Tomorrow then. I won't hold you up with formality or hospitality. Enjoy your evening and I'll see you tomorrow. What time were you planning to come back by? Or should I meet you there."

I wrote down the address. "I don't want to try to get through your wards again without Caroline, just meet us here."

He nodded amiably. "Well, it was lovely to see you again, Mr. Black, and I look forward to working with you in the future. Have a nice night." He winked and I turned and headed out, dragging Fleur by the hand. That was a really award conversation and I was done with it.

Caroline followed behind us, and once we were clear, I opened a circle, pulling us all through. It wasn't apparition but I wasn't too worried. Wizards tended to assume anyone with a wand doing magic was doing wizard magic. Unless I did something staggeringly impossible they would write off any spells or feats of magic as wizardry. It was actually really convenient.

When we arrived back in my room, I walked over and flopped down on the bed, smiling at Fleur. She glanced at her grandmother, and then started to strip. My face stretched into a wide grin. Sometimes I loved my life.

January 30th , 2013, Ryan's Manor, London, England 1:00 AM BST (nsfw warning. Tags: blowjob, teaching, tribadism, threesome, lesbian,incest)

Seeing Fleur naked was a lot like watching a sunrise. It was beautiful, mesmerizing, never got old, and it was so hot it felt like it could burn your eyes out if you stared too long. Unlike an ACTUAL sunrise, that impression was just mental, so I was free to stare at every inch of her mindblowingly sexy body for as long as I wanted.

Fleur's body was…well, soft. Not flabby, nothing so unappealing, but curvy and sloping and just generally wonderful. Tits that hung just enough to show how heavy they were without sagging, thighs thicker than molasses and a smooth, flat belly leading down to her trimmed and inviting pussy. Every part of her looked fuckable, in a way that was frankly unreal.

Those manga where guys fuck a girl's armpit? I didn't understand the appeal of those until the first time I saw Fleur naked. But even without her allure, Fleur was MADE to fuck, and there was literally no part of her body I wouldn't want wrapped around my cock.

I stared in hungry wonder at her magnificent form as I backed up, flopping onto the bed as she prowled closer, looking for all the world like a lioness hunting a gazelle. I was rock hard watching her come for me, gritting my teeth in a near violent state of indescribable horniness that would have had me checking me allure wards if it wasn't like this every time with her.

As she knelt between my legs, she ran her hands up my thighs hungrily, staring at the bulge in my pants as she drew in a shuddering breath, fingers fumbling numbly at my button to release my aching cock.

She cooed delightedly as it slapped her in the face, inhaling deeply as she buried her nose in my pubic hair, dragging her hot tongue up the length of my dick slowly like she was savoring her favorite candy. She stopped at the top, placing a chaste kiss on the head as her bright eyes shone up at me from between my legs, never breaking my gaze as she leaned down to slurp one of my nuts into her mouth, rolling it expertly with her tongue.

I had a great sex life, my girls appreciated what I did for them, and they enjoyed our time together. Daphne, Suzie, Seras, Hermione, Natasha, they all loved fucking me, and our sex was always a highlight of any day together. That said, while they appreciated my form and the way I used it, Fleur was in a completely different league when it came to her satisfaction with my body. Fleur LOVED my cock. Not what it did to her, not how I used it, my cock. Every inch and curve. She would suck and lick and kiss it for hours if I let her, sniff and fondle and nuzzle. It was absurdly hot, but usually got to be too much after a bit and I had to tell her to get down to business.

This time, I humored her little fascination, letting her adore my dick the way she wanted to, to show her grandmother how she took care of her man. This was a point of pride, proof that she knew how to please me. I moaned in delight as she finally went in for the kill, pursing her lips around my cockhead like a popsicle and then sliding her mouth down the shaft. She didn't back off either, going down, down, down, until her lips were pressed against the base of me like a kiss. Still staring at me, she started to flex and clench her throat, stroking up and down my length as she essentially jerked me off with her throat muscles, hands clutching my thighs.

Caroline snorted derisively. "Foolish girl." Fleur dragged herself off me with a pop, turning to glare at the hungrily staring Veela still dressed like a slutty maid. "Do you think this little trick is impressive? That you are innovating? How boring is this display. A fumbling virgin sitting still at full penetration sloppily attempting to coax out an orgasm."

Fleur sneered at her. "I don't need advice from an old woman. I can make my man cum as hard as any two bit Veela whore."

"Can you?" Sneered the older woman. "Your little trick might be amusing, but it misses the POINT. Cock is not sucked with the mouth or throat. Cock is sucked with the whole body. The eyes boring into them, the ass wriggling needfully, the breasts heaving, the drool slipping down the face, the gagging as you choke yourself on a man's shaft. Sucking cock is not a CHORE. It's an EXPERIENCE. And you would simply ignore all of the senses because you think controlling your throat muscles is impressive."

Looking at me, Fleur frowned. "He seems perfectly happy with my efforts." She said, almost accusingly.

"Because he does not know better. Let me take him in my mouth and I'll show him the error of your ways, girl." She grinned wickedly, biting her lip as she stared hungrily at my dick. "Unless you fear I may outshine you so thoroughly he'll have to keep me?" She batted her eyebrows at my girlfriend in challenge.

Fleur's eyes flared. "Fine! Suck his cock, you old hag. Show me these vaunted skills you claim I lack."

"Um, honey, are you sure about that?" I said slowly. "Because I am absolutely not blueballing myself so you can save face. If she's any good I'll but down her throat like an erupting volcano. Just want to be up front about that."

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, master, I know how you are. I will not be offended. I simply do not believe her capable of this."

Caroline smirked, kneeling and hip checking Fleur aside, her gargantuan french titties jiggling deliciously in her maid uniform. Her hands slid up, cool and unfamiliar, one lightly cupping my balls as the other wrapped around the base of my dick. "Lie back, my darling." She purred. "Let Caroline take care of this big fat cock."

Then she…well, sucked me off is an inaccurate term for what happened next. Not that it wasn't technically correct, but it massively undersold the experience.

The visual feast of Caroline's blowjob was every bit as enticing as she'd claimed. Her breasts bounced, her as jiggled, her hips rolled, and she moaned and slurped like the dirtiest slut I could imagine. But it was more than that. Her mouth slammed down to my pelvis and them back up, tongue swirling, lips smacking, and even a very SLIGHT graze of teeth, but only in the most tantalizing possible way.

A torrent of sensation consumed me. I was like I had my dick in a dozen mouths all at once all using different techniques, and her head rode my rocking hips as her fingers dug into my ass like the claws of a bird of prey, as if to keep me from escaping as she drove my cock into the world's hottest, wettest, sloppiest hurricane.

She hummed, gagged, choked, moaned, squealed, and made every other noise I'd never know I wanted to hear, and the entire time her eyes were glued to mine, so wide and fanatically ecstatic I thought I was watching a religious rite as she blew my entire mine.

I lasted five minutes, at least according to the clock before my balls spasmed and I emptied the largest load of cum I'd ever dumped right into her perfect needy mouth. She swallowed every drop like it was her favorite dessert before popping off me with a satisfied sigh.

"Magnificent" She sighed dreamily. "What a decadent vintage. She grinned a sloppy, horny grin at Fleur. "Well, did you learn something, little girl?"

My Veela looked furious, her face red with rage as she glared hatefully at her grandmother. "Yes." She spat. "Are you happy? You've proven your skills. Is my humiliation what you were hoping for out of this night?"

Caroline snorted. "Dear one, that delightful treat I just slurped down was wonderful, but my mouth isn't the hole that hungers for that magnificent spunk. The question is are you willing to let your man into my snatch? He won't do it without your say so, but I could show him pleasure such as you can't imagine. Would you deprive him of the mindblowing joys of experienced Veela cunt for the sake of your fragile pride?"

I was about to tell Fleur she didn't need to listen, but her hand came up, cutting me off. "You will not feel his load inside you tonight." Fleur hissed. "I won't give him to you so easily." She grabbed her grandmother by the hair, dragging her up onto the bed, tossing her on her back. She climbed atop her, straddling the other woman, her voluptuous ass and needy, dripping pussy on display as she leaned down and claimed Caroline's mouth in a rough kiss.

Seeing what she wanted, I lined myself and shoved into Fleur's waiting pussy with a groan. I let my head fall back in satisfied wonder at the sensation, never having gotten used to being inside a Veela.

Biting her grandmother's lip roughly, Fleur pulled off her mouth with a snarl as I bottomed out. "This is MY cock!" She hissed in Caroline's face. "I say when you get it. Fuck! He's so deep in me. You can't imagine how it feels to have him fill you, slut." Caroline's hands shot down, but Fleur snatched them mid motion, pinning them above the older woman's head. "No!" She snapped. "Watch me! Feel him through my body, see how his pounding shakes me while your desperate old snatch twitches and drips for a cock you won't have.

My hips smashed into Fleur's ass, slamming her hips down on Carolines. Fleur reached up and tore off the maid top, exposing Caroline's bouncing breasts. "Look at her!" Snapped my Veela gleefully. "Look at this thirsty old cunt. See her eyes roll up in her head, her hips are grinding against me desperately, she-" She cut off with a moan. "You sick bitch. Fuck, grinding your clit on mine. You need it that bad?"

"Yesssss!" Spat Caroline. "I need it! My cunt is on fire. Use me dear one, punish your dirty grandma. Show me I'm your bitch."

I could see Fleur's focus slipping as we fucked, my pounding shaking her body and grinding her pussy against Caroline's sloppy twat as the older woman wriggled and bucked her hips as well as she could with wrists pinned in place.

I watched Caroline's fat Veela tits bounce, their mouths mashing together as if the older woman was trying to steal the pleasure from my girl by consuming her screams and moans, and my balls started tightening again. Fleur's pussy was practically volcanic, clenching and spasming as it ground against her grandmas.

"Fuck," I spat. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna blow my load in this tight fucking pussy, Fleur."

"Do it!" Snarled Caroline. "Flood her fucking pussy, overflow her amateur hole with your thick load, let it drip out onto my hungry snatch."

The dirty talk was too much, and I roared in ecstasy as I emptied my balls a second time, if anything even more volume pumping from my nuts than taste time as Fleur came, screaming, biting down on Caroline's right nipple ferociously as she set off the older Veela, who came screaming and squirting under us, eyes rolling back in her head.

When we fell over in a heap, I wasn't too shocked to see Caroline had been right. My cum had flooded Fleur's pussy and overflowed, and the older Veela was feverishly shocking my load into her pussy, driving her fingers in like a woman possessed to stuff it inside her.

I just snorted. I was a devil, and getting a woman pregnant was unlikely even with non devils. No way that would do it. Still, this had been fun. If she was willing to let Fleur make the bottom bitch maybe we could work something out. I doubted I'd get her pregnant soon even on purpose, but trying sure could be fun.

Pulling Fleur against me, I smirked at the shuddering and twitching GILF. That had been a nice first round, but we had plenty more fun to be had tonight. If Fleur was up for it I planned to try Caroline's other holes next. I was sure I could convince her to let me taste test another Veela pussy. And if not…well, anal didn't really count, right?

February 24th 2013, Black Lake, Hogwarts, Scotland, 6:00 AM BST

"So, this is the second task," I said with a grimace. "Not a fan of the lake. Did you bring what I asked?" Daphne rolled her eyes, handing me a box. I flipped it open, then stared at her flatly. "I asked for like…quartz. These are just normal rocks with glitter on them."

She shrugged. "I wasn't going to waste time getting valuable crystals, or even cheap ones. I picked up some rocks, sent Tracey to the muggle store, and then glued some of this sparkly dust on them. Then I covered them in some kind of…resin, just to make sure it wouldn't wash off. Took me about five minutes."

I shrugged. "Whatever. Balgok might be useful down there, so I want to 'pay my debt'. Other than that we good? Suzie let herself be taken?"

She giggled. "She was actually excited about it. Spent the morning fretting her outfit. You know she loves participating in things. The house elves came to get her this morning. I was disillusioned in the corner, making sure things went smoothly."

"That's my girl," I grinned, kissing her on the forehead. Opening a circle, I slipped the box onto a shelf in my closet, ready and waiting for me to need it, then said my goodbyes and headed up to the dock they'd constructed for the task.

"So, everyone excited?" I asked with enthusiasm as I came to a stop next to the others. Harry, Fleur, and Krum were all focused and alert, though Fleur a bit less than the others. When I spoke, they all turned to look at me with varying levels of annoyance. "Oh come on! Who doesn't like a nice refreshing morning swim?"

Harry scowled at me. "It's FEBRUARY in SCOTLAND. At six in the morning. There literally could not be a WORSE time to go swimming. We're going to freeze to death. Not to mention our friends are in there. They took Ron I think, haven't seen him all morning. Gabi either."

"Pretty sure Gabi is down there for Fleur," I pointed out. "Anyway, looks like we're about ready to start. And hey, have fun out there, everyone. And may the best me win." With that final dickish comment I dove into the freezing lake, bubblehead charm forming as I entered. "Sweet FUCK that's cold!" I cursed inside the privacy of my empty bubble. I had an open circle inside for fresh air, but it wasn't connected to anywhere populated yet.

Once I stopped my teeth from chattering, I opened up a circle right next to Daphne's ear. "Hey hon, I'm bored down here, entertain me."

She snorted. "You JUST went in. I swear you have the attention span of a small child. You remember where we found Balgok last time? I want to get Susan out of there as quickly as possible. I know she's safe, I just-"

"Don't like thinking of her submerged under a mile of cold dark water?" I asked rhetorically. "Yeah, I get you. I know where he is." I reached down and snagged the box from my closet, wincing as a bunch of water poured through the newly opened circle. I didn't really think that through. "Try not to think about it. Let's talk about the bunker buster. I haven't been able to check in on the enchanting team during the leadup to the task. How is that going?"

I knew the answer, obviously, but having something to focus on would help calm her down. "Well enough," she said with wry amusement. She knew what I was doing and was letting me get away with it. "After Dumbledore lent them the diadem the work sped up, especially with Flamel helping. They think they'll have it cracked by this friday and then we can finally siege down Grindelwald. It would have been faster but they didn't want him to know we were coming."

"Yeah, the diadem was a good idea," I said casually. "Whoever came up with using that was a certified genius."

"Yes, it was very smart," she sighed in amusement. "I admit you're a genius, your intellect is unparalleled and no man in the history of the world has risen to the mental heights you've achieved." She said this in the most deadpan tone possible, and I laughed, rolling my eyes in fond exasperation.

I shook my head. "You know, if you make fun of me like that you may bruise my fragile ego. How would I possibly-" I paused, looking around. "One sec, Daph. Pretty sure I'm being ambushed."

"Wha-" I cut her off, closing the circle between us. I needed to concentrate. I held up the box. 'Hey Balgok,' I wrote in the water above me with my flame writing spell. 'I brought your rocks.'

A small form came barreling out of the nearby rocks. "Man thing!" It hissed. "You lie! You say no lie and lie twice!"

I snorted, flicking my wand. 'I didn't lie' I wrote above my head. 'I brought your rocks like I said. I just got lost coming back. Sorry I'm late'.

The weird little merman cocked his head. "This true?" He said suspiciously. "Got lost?"

I nodded solemnly. 'Land is very confusing.' I confided in him. 'Everything looks the same up there. It's so hard to find your way around without all this…totally identical sand and rocks to use as a reference point.'

"Ref-er-ants point." Balgok said slowly, sounding it out. "No matter, you give rocks truth thing. Balgok take and hang, attract all the mates."

I grimaced noticeably. 'Well' I wrote in the water 'I mean, I would. And I definitely will. But before that I lost something else down here too. My own mate.'

"White haired man thing?" He asked curiously. "With flabby chest?"

I berated myself harshly for closing that circle, I'd have loved to hear Daphne react to that comment, but sadly it wasn't to be. 'Copper haired man thing.' I corrected. 'A much flabbier chest. She might be tied up with some others. If you can help me find her, I'll pass you these amazing rocks.' I flipped up the lid, casting a wandless light spell from my hand to make them sparkle a bit extra.

His eyes narrowed greedily. "Rocks are shiny. Many colors. Is good. I lead you to copper man thing, you give, yes?"

I nodded solemnly and he grunted. Turning around he started shouting into the water. From around us a dozen smaller mermen emerged, all clutching crude spears and tridents. I waited patiently until he finished and then watched them take off in search of Suzie.

They were FAST. I mean I could move quick underwater, my wings let me move myself without motion, and I could really glide down here, but it wasn't the same as an actual aquatic creature hauling ass. Balgok wasn't as fast as the others, so maybe it was just a size thing.

It took maybe five minutes for one to return, chattering excitedly. "Man thing!" Balgok crowed. "We find flabby copper man thing. White haired man thing is nearby."

Frowning, I cocked my head at him. 'Wait, Daphne is there. The same one I was with last time?'

"Yes," he said seriously. "White yellow hair, flabby chest. Less flabby than copper man thing. Same one."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. 'There is more than one blonde female human, Balgok. That's someone else. You knew who I was when I talked to you, how were you able to tell the difference between me and other male humans?'

"You stupid?" He asked again. "You got wings."

'I…have no response to that,' I scrawled. 'Take me to the copper human and I'll give the rocks right now.'

Nodding confidently, he turned. "You follow! I go slow for you! Man things slow in water."

He raced off, and I followed, annoyed by the presumption. Reaching out with my magic, I focused my intent hard on repelling the water from my skin. Demonic spells were pure imagination, so there were a lot more versatile, but they required way more focus and care to use.

I sped up, grinning as the water around me receded an inch or so, and my wings let me push even faster. We flew through the lake, and I was just about to smugly re-open my circle to Daphne when my instincts twinged slightly. In the distance, I could see a bunch of stakes in a village type place, but I had to dive aside to avoid the danger.

A massive set of jaws closed on the water where I'd just been, and I stared in open mouther astonishment. Balgok turned, screamed in horror, and wailed "Snake DRAGON!" Before taking off the other way.

It was not, in fact, a dragon. Of any kind. Nor was it a snake. It was much worse. I was glaring down a giant fucking underwater crocodile. I cracked my neck. "I'll give you one chance to get lost." I told it aloud, knowing it couldn't hear me. I just felt like talking to myself. It seemed more dramatic.

Sadly, aside from not being able to hear me, based on its lack of response I didn't speak croc. It just roared and rushed me.

I considered a few different options, but eventually I decided to stand my ground. It opened its mouth wide for a big chomp, and I slipped inside, and then, as it tried to chow down, I slid smoothly out, and as it snapped its mouth closed, I wrapped my arms around and held on.

Fun fact about crocodiles. The bite force of their jaws is all one way. They can close their mouths with enough force to snap a steel gate, but they can't OPEN their mouths for shit. Almost any pressure on the outside prevents them from opening their faces back up. Once I had that shut, we thrashed around for a bit. I couldn't get leverage, but we got close to a rock face and I used a sticking charm to affix my feet to the stone, then used all my strength to snap the big bastard's neck.

Which wasn't easy, because crocs have like…no neck. It was more of an internal decapitation.

Once that was done I dumped the croc through a circle into my back yard, then opened a circle and sent a message to Daisy to clean and strip it (alligator meat was delicious but I'd never had croc), then I swam for the stakes. Suzie was pretending to be asleep, but she opened one eye and blew me a kiss, and I laughed as I cut her down. I made sure that Harry and Fleur were on the way before leaving, spotting them off in the distance, and then swam for the shore.

I made it pretty quickly, and I left the box of rocks in the shallows of the lake shore, just in case Balgok came back. Not like I needed them. When I emerged, the fans went wild, cheering and wailing from the stands that had been erected around the lake.

I got two nines and a ten for my score, which was pretty nice, and then I carried Suzie to the medical tent for a checkup while the others swarmed me, demanding to know what happened. Daphne was furious I'd hung up on her and not called back, and I apologized, albeit it took me a few tries not to burst out laughing.

All in all, it was a good day, and a nice distraction. It was funny I'd ever even slightly worried about this shit, given what was out there. I'd been training for Grindelwald, so this all just seemed like a silly game.

But hey, if it would help Amelia there was no reason not to take the time. And if she lost…well, I was a devil, fixing the minister race wouldn't be beyond my capabilities. I would make sure she didn't lose. For now, I'd just celebrate with my friends.

February 30th 2013, Grindelwald's Bunker, Heppenheim, Germany, 6:00 PM BST

It was time. Weeks of constant deconstruction, of clever use of the diadem, of consistent whittling by some of the oldest and most skilled enchanters on the planet, and we'd finally made ourselves a door.

"How long will the entrance be stable?" I asked as I squinted into the magic. The refracted broken glass of magesight was easier after a lot of practice, though still not comfortable. Still, it was worth the annoyance to bear witness to the sight of a carefully crafted doorway sitting right in the magic.

"As long as we need it," said Nicholas as he stepped up next to me. "Of course, he will NOTICE it there eventually. I'd surmise that will take a matter of hours, if we're lucky. And potentially minutes if we are not."

Grimacing, I turned to the others. "Alright, everyone remembers the plan? Nicholas, Val, and I are all going in first. I'm going to-"

"A moment, please, Mr. Black," came a calm voice. I turned, shocked to see a man with short ginger hair and and a salt and pepper beard smiling placidly at me. I didn't recognize him at first, but my eyes widened as I connected the piercing blue eyes with the normally wizened face they sat in. "I trust I haven't missed my window."

Everyone stared, shocked, except for Flamel. "You cut it a bit close, Albus. We almost left you behind. I see you decided to accept my offer."

Dumbledore (and gods was it weird thinking of a guy in his mid forties that way), smiled placidly. "I confess, it was a labor of indecision. I do not wish to live forever, Nicholas, as you well know. However, when I do someday pass on to the next great adventure, I wish to leave the next generation with a safer, freer world. I refuse to allow the sins of my past to stain the future of the children I educate."

Hearing him talk was an experience. Dumbledore had always had force of personality, but in his prime he was like a great white shark or a hurricane. The sheer magnetism of him was kind of awe inspiring. I hoped I would be that charismatic when I was older.

"You could die here," I informed him bluntly. "My divinations made it seem like you would. Granted, that was before you did…this," I waved at his rejuvenated form. "But still, this will be dangerous. And frankly it might be overkill. Between me, Nick, Val, and Natasha, this is one of the biggest gatherings of magical muscle in recent history. Not to toot my own horn, but you'd have to be pretty scary to survive this."

He withdrew a long, gnarled looking wand I'd never seen him use before. "It is not well know among wizards that this wand still exists. The elder wand is an ancient and deadly weapon. It came into my possession during the war. Most who are aware of its continued existence believe that I obtained it from Grindelwald after our duel, because it passes from winner to loser. But in fact, I had disarmed Gellert during a running battle some months earlier, wresting the wand away from him.

"I used this wand during our duel, and should he have chosen not to hesitate at the last moment, I would have lost." He brandished the wand in a flowing pattern. "One of the greatest magical masterworks in history, and I was nearly bested. People like to pretend that I was Gellerts equal. That I slew the great beast that plagued the wizarding world. But my greatest shame, my deepest secret, is that in the end, Gellert Grindelwald was my BETTER."

Flamel shook his head. "There are more ways to measure a man than magical might, Albus," he said sadly. "I thought you of all people would know that."

"This is super interesting and deep," said Val in annoyance. "But the foppy guy said we might have MINUTES. So how about we get a move on?"

Laughing, we all nodded, and I drew my own wand. Flexing my will, I clothed myself in a suit of dark armor, admittedly less bulky than the set Skullduggery now wore. My Bishop had retrieved his suit as he'd promised, and was being unusually quiet. He'd confirmed he was still in control even with his Lord Vile power returned, but he seemed disquieted by it all the same.

"Look alive people," I said as we moved through the doorway in the wards. "Except you Skulduggery." I winked at the skeleton detective, earning me a laugh. "Gaunter implied he gave Grindelwald some kind of powerup with his deal. If he's really as strong as they say…well, let's just say this could be a tough fight."

Honestly, I'd been trying my best to avoid thinking about this part. Gaunter had given my dad the evil pieces, the items that CREATED devils, and that completely redefined my combat potential. I suspected given he was already freeing him, he wasn't going to give Grindelwald anything QUITE that powerful, Gaunter liked to see people struggle, and if Grindelwald was a devil or something we were probably all gonna die.

Still, whatever he did give him was probably monstrously powerful, and it was going to cause huge problems during the fight, or else Gaunter wouldn't have bothered.

As we strode through the opening in the wards, we made it to a side door, which Dumbledore unlocked casually and we all slipped through, entering into a clean and well lit ballroom. It was empty, which we should have expected. Grindelwald didn't know we were coming, that had been the whole point of all this effort. A quick point me spell indicated our heading and we all made our way through the house slowly.

It was surprisingly well cared for. Clean, well maintained, and immaculately furnished. If I was making a bunker it would probably look something like this, albeit with way worse furniture because I did NOT have taste this good.

Finally, we came to a set of large double doors. A bit of moving around indicated Grindelwald was on the other side. I nodded to Dumbledore, who cast a quick Homenum Revelio, and as soon as a form lit up inside the room we all let loose everything we had through the door. No hesitation. No mercy.

No chance to react when the revealing spell kept going and showed two OTHER forms inside, even as all our magic smashed down on a heavily armored form.

Which would have been something at least, except the form in the attack, be it acidic serpents, fiendfyre, hellfire, or a dozen nasty combat spells, didn't seem to be actually injured. It walked calmly forward, and as the debris cleared revealed…something.

It might have been a demon, or some other infernal being. It had curved horns and a painted face over a massive suit of almost glasslike black plate. In its hand it held a featherlike black sword, and its eyes glowed with malice as it blurred forward to attack. There was a clang as Tanith appeared in front of it, woven razor sword blurring up to intercept and deflect the colossal two handed blade.

She and the demon vanished then, their fight dragging them out of the way as we turned to face the relaxed form of who I could only assume was Gellert Grindelwald. "My," he said in an urbane british accent. "What a dreadful assault. I must admit, suspect even I might not have survived such an attack."

I glanced at Dumbledore. "So…weird question, did he used to have a giant fancy looking staff that looks like a flower and stinks of unspeakable power?"

"I did not," Grindelwald answered cheerfully. "Sanguine Rose was a gift from my benefactor. Before our falling out, of course. It has the most fascinating ability to summon my charming friends here." He waved to the third figure, another armored demon thing with a giant fuck off sword. Fantastic.

"So…I can't believe I never asked this, but what did you do exactly? Like, Gaunter wants you dead or back in your cell, but he says you broke your deal. What kind of idiot double crosses HIM?" It had been nagging at me for a while now. What had Gaunter asked Grindelwald to do?

He shrugged. "I promised to wipe out the worshippers of the Faceless here on earth. It was not complicated task, and I had every intention. But when I approached the brotherhood, I ran across their current high priestess." His face twisted in sadness. "Eliza's father was a dear friend. I owed him better than the murder of his beloved daughter. And so I simply renegotiated the terms. Gaunter was nowhere to be found, therefore I was able to give myself a very reasonable deal. Time served, as it were."

"Don't suppose you'd be willing to put down the staff and come quietly?" I asked hopefully.

"I'm afraid not," he said with a pleasant smile. "But I do have to thank you for spending so much time talking to me." He slammed down the staff and I flinched, bringing up a shield around my friends.

But he wasn't attacking, at least not directly. With a roar of flames, a dozen more armored figures of the same species as the one fighting Tanith appeared. I'd been watching for magic, but the staff didn't show up in my magesight, at least not in the same way a normal spell would. But it didn't matter. "We've trained for this," I told my friends calmly. "Support each other as needed. Take them out."

We surged forward as a group, splitting up to confront the monsters. Well, most of us. Val, Nicholas, Dumbledore, and I all approached Grindelwald. We'd brought plenty of backup in the form of my peerage, but that didn't mean we could afford to be sloppy with the big fish.

I lashed out with the biggest water serpent I could with one hand and conducted a serpent of fiendfyre with the other, the twin snakes encircling the wizard. Mundi ad Bellum erupted outward, the world itself turning against Grindelwald, and hellfire blasted down from above where Val floated.

Grindelwald smiled cheerfully, jerking has staff to one side and then the other, and a cutting curse unlike anything I'd ever seen SPLIT the world. Mundi ad Bellum was severed, the hellfire was severed, even my serpents were cut.

Luckily, one of us hadn't attacked. Nicholas had been waiting for the counter, and he reached out his hands and just kind of….stole it. He snatched the line of cutting force from the air and folded it up like origami, then tossed it back at Grindelwald like a shuriken. The wizard's eyes went wide and he slammed down the staff. The space around him warped and pulled like taffy, and the cut went right through it for about five feet, veering off right before it struck him.

Waving his hand, a symphony of attacks blazed into existence above his head, two dozen spells of varying colors and appearances all aimed directly at us. With another slam of the staff they launched, and Val and I blurred out of the way while Nicholas grounded the magic harmlessly. Dumbledore deflected the spells like he was taking a lazy sunday stroll through the park, Mundi ad Bellum intercepting and redirecting them as they came close.

Grindelwald smiled at us in sly amusement. "How refreshing, an actual challenge in this new world. Very well. The gloves, as they say, are off."

Dumbledore tensed. "It's coming. The spell that earned Gellert his mastery."
With a maniacal grin, Grindelwald raised his staff, shouting. "Novus Ordo Seclorum!" and brought it down on the ground with a rumbling crash. All around us, the magic cut off. Mundi ad Bellum, my serpents, all the curses my friends were using. We stood in a sea of absolute stillness. "Much better," said Grindelwald cheerfully. "Now, I believe it is MY turn." And then all hell broke loose.

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