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Chapter 32: The Price of Passion.
🕑 Added 2025-02-24 06:47:19 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note:
Hey guys, I need to explain a few things about this week and the chapter.
First off, my health. As I mentioned in my last message, my wrist still hurts, and if it weren’t anything serious, it should have healed by now. Since it’s still the same, and in some ways even worse, it’s probably a sprain, and I need to be careful. Believe me, writing with a bandaged hand is no joke, lol. So, I’ll be going to the hospital this week to get an X-ray just to make sure everything’s okay.
Now, with that out of the way, there’s another issue. I’m entering midterms this week (or something similar in my country). Basically, I have important exams for every class I’m taking, and I can’t focus entirely on my fanfic. The next update will probably be on the weekend. I’ll try to write in my free time, but honestly, my studies will take priority for now. So, I ask for your understanding.
Finally, about the lemon part of the story. As I’ve said multiple times (mostly on QQ), I want to learn how to write these scenes, and the first two attempts are pretty meh… but I’ll improve. Hopefully. Also, for now, I’ll focus on one girl per lemon scene since I don’t want to write 3k words of just that in a chapter. Don’t worry, though—not every chapter will have something like this.
Thanks for sticking with me, and I’ll see you in the next update!
Celestial Ascendancy
Chapter 32: The Price of Passion.
Hogwarts.
Elias Blake.
“We are not done,” I smirked at Iris, who lay sprawled in the bed.
She looked at me with a smirk filled with eagerness and a little bit of nervousness.
Hermione was at my side, hugging me and pressing her body into mine. I shuddered at the feeling and quickly stole a quick kiss before turning our attention to Iris.
I loved seeing Hermione like this. She didn’t hide her appreciation of Iris's body… and honestly, I couldn’t do so either. It was a work of art, after all. There she was, lying on the bed with messed up hair, her bright green eyes focusing on both of us. Her tits were big enough to jiggle a bit as she made herself comfortable, and I almost drooled at the sight.
“You are perfect, Iris,” I whispered. She grinned at me, and I pounced.
Iris let out a soft gasp as I landed on the bed beside her, my hands immediately finding her waist. Her skin was warm, and she squirmed playfully under my touch, her grin widening.
Hermione followed close behind, her fingers trailing up Iris’s arm as she settled on the other side of the bed.
“You both spoil me,” Iris teased, though her breath hitched as Hermione’s lips brushed against her shoulder.
“Can you blame us?” Hermione murmured, her voice low and sultry. “Look at you.”
I couldn’t help but agree. Iris was breathtaking—her flushed cheeks, her chest rose and fell with each breath, and her eyes sparkled with desire.
I leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss. She responded eagerly, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer.
Hermione didn't wait, either. Her hands explored Iris’s body with ease, eliciting soft moans that only enhanced my own desire.
When we finally broke the kiss, Iris was panting, her eyes half-lidded and her lips slightly swollen.
“You’re both going to be the death of me,” she said, her voice trembling with a mix of laughter and anticipation.
“Oh, we’re just getting started,” I replied, my voice husky as I glanced at Hermione. She met my gaze, her eyes dark with desire, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing.
Iris didn’t stand a chance.
Hermione’s lips found Iris’s neck, kissing and leaving a trail of spit everywhere. It was such a hot sight I could feel myself throb in anticipation.
I moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses down her body. Her breath hitched again, and her hands gripped the sheets as I took my time. First, I kissed her collarbones, then I finished my journey on the expanse of her tits. Iris gasped as soon as she felt my hot breath in her crinkled nipple, and I wasted no time kissing her with care, not wanting to hurt her and ruin the moment.
It was the first time I was doing something like this, and I was nervous, but fuck if I was going to let that mess this moment up. No, I was going to do my damned best to leave her a puddle after I was done.
Carefully, I bit her nipple, earning a gasp and whimper from Iris. My hand found Hermione’s ass, and I grabbed it with a grin, making her moan. I was the luckiest man in the world.
“Some help here, Mione,” I grinned.
Hermione did the same as she moved downward, focusing on Iris’s right side.
Iris moaned loudly, making me glad we were inside my trunk. The sound was so loud that I was sure I saw a couple of windows rattling.
Her fingers found our hair, and we were lost in the moment.
“I think it’s my turn to give you my gift,” I said after a slow lick, enjoying the sounds Iris was making.
“What are you talking about, Eli?” Iris gasped, her face filled with eagerness.
“You’ll see,” I smirked. “Just let me know what you like. It’s my first time, and I’m just winging it.”
Iris’s breath hitched, and I quickly moved to her magnificent legs. She wasn’t as voluptuous as Hermione in that regard, but her thighs were thick enough that I wanted her to muffle me.
Grinning, I grabbed the waist of her lingerie with my teeth as I pulled downward. Never in my life had I felt as nervous as I did right now, but I pulled through without making an ass of myself.
Iris moved her legs to help me out, and I groaned at the shaved snatch that welcomed me. She opened her legs wide, already knowing my intention.
I quickly knelt before the bed, quietly observing the sight before me. It was as beautiful as the rest of her, pink in color, and seeing strands of excitement already flowing through her small lips filled my ego.
Taking a deep breath, I felt lightheaded at the musky aroma. I groaned and looked up, seeing both of the girls looking at me with darkened eyes. Iris was breathing erratically, and Hermione bit her lip with shocked eyes.
“Tell me if I do anything wrong,” I smiled at Iris with a wink before leaning in and dragging my tongue across her snatch.
Iris gasped, her stomach coiling as she let out a shuddering breath.
“Oh~,” she groaned. “Keep going, Eli.”
Doubling up my efforts, I kept going, finding out that I didn’t dislike the taste as I feared. In fact, I definitely enjoyed the tangy taste filling my mouth with its rich flavor.
“Oh, Merlin,” Iris moaned as she tightened her thighs around my head, and her hands messed up my hair. “Keep going, please, please, pleaseeee.”
I didn’t know how long it took, but her legs started shaking around me after some time. Hermione held Iris’s taut stomach with one hand as she kept licking her aureoles with surprising gusto.
Her legs moved, and I could finally breathe. If it wasn’t for my new body, I was sure I would’ve died of suffocation, but honestly, it was the best way to go, hands down.
Standing up, I smirked victoriously. “Did you like it, babe?”
“Best night ever,” Iris gasped. “But there’s someone who needs some attention.”
My hawk-like gaze turned to Hermione, who looked like a deer caught in headlights before she shuddered.
“And we need to make her happy, no?” I grinned. “It’s your turn, Mione.”
-Next day-
Waking up, the first thing I noticed was the smell of the room. It was a mix of sweat and bodily fluids, and while it wasn’t exactly appealing, it brought a grin to my face as I sighed contentedly.
I opened my eyes and looked around the room. Hermione was at my left, completely nude and covered in hickeys and lipstick marks. Her body was a picture of last night’s passion, her breasts especially bearing the evidence of Iris’s teasing, almost red from the attention. She looked peaceful, her chest rising and falling softly as she slept, her curls a wild halo around her head.
On the other hand, Iris was sprawled out on my right, her wild mane of hair even more messy than usual. She had a broad, satisfied smile as she snored loudly, utterly unbothered by the world.
Considering the absolute chaos she’d been last night, it was almost comical how serene she looked. Iris was a wildcat in bed—playful, demanding, and utterly insatiable.
While we hadn’t gone all the way, we’d thoroughly enjoyed exploring each other’s bodies, leaving no inch untouched or unappreciated. It was surprising the amount of kinks we learned last night for each other…
The night's memories came flooding back—Hermione’s soft moans, Iris’s loud laughter, the way they’d both looked at me like I was the only person in the world. It had been a night of pure, unapologetic debauchery, and I wouldn’t have changed a single second of it.
I shifted slightly, careful not to wake either of them and propped myself up on one elbow to take in the scene.
Clothes were strewn everywhere—lingerie hanging off the bedpost, dresses crumpled on the floor, and a lone sock of mine dangling from the lamp. It looked like a hurricane had swept through, and in a way, it had.
Hermione stirred slightly, her hand brushing against my chest as she mumbled something incoherent in her sleep. I couldn’t help but smile. For all her bookish seriousness, she’d been just as eager and adventurous as Iris last night. It was a side of her I’d never seen before, and it only made me fall for her even more.
Iris, meanwhile, let out a particularly loud snore that made me chuckle. I gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, my fingers lingering on her cheek. She didn’t wake, but her smile widened as if she could feel my touch even in her dreams.
For a moment, I just lay there, enjoying the peace. The warmth of their bodies, the quiet sounds of their breathing, the faint scent of last night’s passion still lingering in the air. It was messy and absolutely perfect.
But as much as I wanted to stay in this little bubble forever, I knew it would not last. The Triwizard Tournament wasn’t going to wait for me, and neither were the rumors that were undoubtedly already spreading like wildfire.
Still, as I looked at Hermione and Iris, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
“Best night of my life,” I whispered to no one in particular, a grin spreading across my face.
And as if on cue, Iris let out another snore, this time so loud it made Hermione stir again.
“Morning,” Mione groaned as she blinked slowly, “I love you, Eli.”
“I love you too, Mione,” I laughed softly and enjoyed the scene of her waking up in fright, her eyes wide as she looked at our nude bodies, “It really happened,” she breathed out.
“It really did love,” I grinned as I left feather-light touches across her stomach.
She moaned in mortification. “Oh, Merlin,” she covered her face with both hands. “Did I really do all that?”
“And more,” I smiled, “You were beautiful last night, babe.”
“Prat,” she smacked my arm softly before sniffing, her cute button nose wrinkling. "It stinks in here.”
“It sure does,” I nodded, “We should take a bath and go for breakfast.”
“You can go ahead, I’ll wake Iris and join you there,” I grinned.
“Together?” Hermione squeaked, and I just nodded with the same shit-eating grin.
-Breakfast-
Walking inside the great hall, I couldn’t erase the wide grin on my face. Honestly, I was feeling better now than when I got my strongest perks. Knowing I had these two at my side was such a heady feeling.
But as distracted as I was, I couldn’t help but notice the lull of silence that descended into the great hall as we walked toward the Gryffindor’s table.
Looking around, I observed a smirk from Malfoy all the way from the Slytherin’s table. The other houses were not amused but confused and sometimes laughing loudly at the sight of us three. It wasn’t a mocking laugh, but something had apparently happened.
“You know what's going on, Ginny?” I asked the redhead who was saving us a seat next to her. The twins were grinning in our direction as the girls from the Quidditch team whispered between themselves.
“You haven’t seen it?” Ginny lifted an eyebrow, “Well, I suppose you three were busy last night.” She finished with a bright blush on her face.
“What do you mean?” I asked sharply.
“Well, Iris and Hermione didn’t sleep in their dormitories… and you also weren’t in yours,” she finished lamely.
“And how do you know that?” I frowned deeply.
“It's in the papers,” Ginny frowned with a pout, “Don’t kill the messenger, Elias.”
“Sorry,” I sighed deeply. I was so engrossed in the girls last night that I completely forgot about Skeeter and her habit of slandering people. "Does anyone have a copy?”
Parvati frowned, “Let me assure you that those are lies; Lavender didn’t say anything like that to that despicable woman.” She was fuming but lent me the copy of the Daily Prophet she was reading.
The Daily Prophet
By Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent
Elias Blake’s Scandalous Affair: A Triwizard Champion’s Dark Descent.
In what can only be described as a shocking turn of events, our Fourth Triwizard Champion, Elias Blake, has been caught in a web of scandal that would make even the most liberal witches and wizards blush. Sources close to the young champion reveal that Mr. Blake has been engaging in a highly unorthodox relationship, not with one but two individuals: Iris Potter, the Girl Who Lived, and Hermione Granger, the Muggle-born know-it-all who seems to have traded her books for something far more salacious.
Yes, dear readers, it appears that Mr. Blake’s taste in companionship has taken a rather unconventional turn. But let us not be too quick to judge the so-called “Fourth Champion” without first examining the characters of his newfound paramours.
Elias Blake: A Champion or a Charade?
Elias Blake, the Muggle-born wizard who stunned audiences with his suspiciously effortless victory over the Hungarian Horntail, has been the subject of much speculation since his name emerged from the Goblet of Fire. While some have praised his use of so-called “elemental magic”—a rare and notoriously tricky branch of magic—others have raised eyebrows at his abilities' sheer convenience and strength.
“No one just picks up elemental magic like that,” remarked Draco Malfoy, a prominent Hogwarts student and son of the esteemed Lord of the Malfoy Family. “It’s not natural. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s dabbling in dark rituals or worse. Muggle-borns always find a way to cheat the Pureblood's rights. Just like he did with the Phoenix.”
Indeed, Mr. Blake’s sudden rise to fame has left many questioning the legitimacy of his talents. Could his mastery of elemental magic result from hard work and dedication, as his supporters claim? Or is there something more sinister at play?
Iris Potter: The Girl Who Fell from Grace
Iris Potter once hailed as the savior of the wizarding world, now finds herself embroiled in a scandal that threatens to tarnish her golden reputation. Known for her bravery and moral fortitude, Miss Potter’s involvement in this polyamorous arrangement has left many wondering if the pressure of fame finally reached her.
“It’s disgraceful,” said Pansy Parkinson, a fellow Hogwarts student. “Iris Potter should be an example for all the Wizards and Witches of Britain, but she is just so… messy. What kind of example is she showing the younger generation with her disgraceful actions? Let's not even speak about her choices.”
Hermione Granger: The Muggle-Born Enigma
And then there’s Hermione Granger, the brainy Muggle-born who has long been a source of controversy in her own right. While Miss Granger has built a reputation as one of Hogwarts’s brightest students, her involvement in this sordid affair has raised questions about her judgment and priorities.
“She’s always been a bit odd,” remarked Lavender Brown, a Gryffindor classmate who was among the first to notice Miss Granger’s and Miss Potter's absence the night of the Yule Ball. “But this? This is just… weird. I mean, two people? At once? It’s not normal. And let’s not forget, neither she nor Iris returned to their dormitories that night. Coincidence? I think not.”
A Dark Cloud Over Hogwarts
While some may argue that love—or whatever this is—should be celebrated in all its forms, one cannot ignore the troubling implications of Mr. Blake’s actions. Is this polyamorous relationship a harmless expression of affection, or is it a symptom of something darker?
“Let’s not forget, Elias Blake is a Muggle-born,” said a Ministry official who spoke anonymously. “While we welcome all witches and wizards into our world, we must remain vigilant. The use of elemental magic, combined with this… lifestyle… raises serious questions about his intentions. Who knows if the girls are just his thralls.”
One thing is evident as the Triwizard Tournament progresses: Elias Blake’s journey is about more than just winning a competition. It’s about the choices he makes—and the shadows they cast.
Dear readers, we can only watch, wait, and wonder: What will the Boy Champion do next?
Rita Skeeter is the author of “Armando Dippet: Master or Moron?”
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm, but my lips pressed into a thin line as I reread the article. Skeeter had outdone herself this time—painting me as some kind of dark wizard, insinuating I’d used dark rituals to master elemental magic, and dragging Iris and Hermione through the mud like they were nothing more than pawns in my supposed schemes.
I honestly didn’t care what she said about me, but the girls? That was another matter. I could feel my magic stirring up inside my soul as my hand snapped the fork in my hand.
Iris sat across from me, her arms crossed and her expression one of indifference. She didn’t care what the “sheep” thought—her words, not mine—but even she couldn’t hide the flicker of irritation in her bright green eyes. “She is a complete bitch,” she muttered, her voice sharp. “Doesn’t she have anything better to do than dragging our names through the dirt?”
Hermione, though, was visibly upset. Her hands trembled slightly as she read from my shoulder, her eyes scanning the article with anger and hurt. “How could she say these things?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “She’s twisting everything… making it sound so… so sordid.”
My chest tightened at the sight of her like this. She looked… small. Vulnerable. And it made my blood boil.
I set the newspaper down, my magic still simmering beneath the surface. I could feel the other students' stares—some curious, some judgmental, others outright mocking. Draco Malfoy’s sneering laughter echoed from the Slytherin table, and my hands clenched into fists under the table.
“Ignore them,” Iris said, her voice firm. “They’re just jealous. You’re the Triwizard Champion, Elias. You’ve got nothing to prove to anyone.”
“It’s not about proving anything,” I growled. “It’s about respect. Skeeter doesn’t get to drag us through the mud and get away with it.”
Hermione looked up at me, her brown eyes filled with sadness. “What are you going to do?” she asked quietly.
I met her gaze, my expression hardening. “I’m going to make her regret ever writing that article,” I said, my voice cold. “She wants to play dirty? Fine. But she’s not the only one who knows how to do so.”
“Guys,” A timid voice sounded from the other side of the table.
The three of us turned around in unison, and the owner of said voice shifted in the spot, full of nervousness.
“I know we aren’t close friends, but I swear I didn’t say what that woman wrote about me. We did notice you guys were missing, but I haven’t met Rita Skitter ever. We only talked about It when we were alone. You have to believe me.” Lavender said shamefully, her eyes teary from shame. Thankfully, she spoke so softly that no one but our group could hear her, and I saw Ginny’s eyes widen as she heard the truth from her mouth.
Iris’s lips thinned as she observed Lavender closely before sighing and standing up. Iris walked toward her, and Lavender’s frame shook the closer Iris got.
“I believe you,” Iris said softly, “I know you like gossip, but I believe you wouldn’t harm me like this if I didn’t deserve it.”
“Thank you,” Lavender choked up, “Thank you.”
“I will make her pay,” I almost snarled as I saw everyone's reactions. She crossed the line, and I wasn’t Dumbledore. I was all about vengeance, and I would get it.
I could see from the corner of my eyes at the Professor's table all of them were looking at me worriedly, but none more so than Dumbledore. He knew what I was like and knew me enough to know that I wouldn’t rest until I got what I wanted.
“We have some time before the next task,” I said softly, “We can practice a bit for that before using this situation as an excuse to visit Padfoot. I’m sure the headmaster will understand. I also want to start training with Flitwick again; I need to get used to the changes.” I whispered softly to the girls.
