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Veela or Succubus ch.1
🕑 Added 2023-11-03 11:00:05 +0000 UTC"Lightning bolts tear pieces of stone from the ruined temple walls as the tornado gains strength. Farquad is knocked off his feet and struck so hard that his hair stands on end, and smoke pours from his ears. The purple tornado of swirling smoke reaches all the way to the ceiling, followed by a blinding flash of light and a deafening roar. As your eyes clear, you see a solitary figure standing in a ritual circle. One with a familiar pair of horns."
"And then?"
"Well, go on, man! Who is it?"
"Did it work?! We stole the dragon for these ritual ingredients, so it better work!"
"You kill me, buddy."
Harry smiled, letting the anticipation build for a few more seconds before saying, "...actually, let's save that for next time. It's already past midnight, and you won't want to stop after what's coming."
A collective groan emanated from Harry's speakers as he left a cliffhanger for the next session. Harry had been running Dungeons and Dragons campaigns since his Hogwarts days, and he knew how to engage his players. Even now, approaching thirty, he still ran a weekly campaign. His friends might have scattered across the country, but he could still run the campaign. Initially, they used Apparition, but later, they switched to Muggle online technology, displaying three video portraits of players on one computer monitor, a battle map with their tokens and character sheets on another, and a third filled with quick links to campaign rules and notes.
"Darn it. I'll be thinking about this all week. You sadistic scoundrel. Great session, buddy. Thanks for running it," Colin said before logging off. He had been Harry's subordinate at the ministry department and had joined the campaign just six months ago.
"Seriously, great job. I never would have guessed that this half-elf is actually the mayor. Thanks, buddy, I needed this after this week." Then Ron logged out. Both of them had met at Hogwarts and maintained their friendship through games.
Neville was the only one still logged in, and unlike the other two, he didn't smile. "I didn't want to bring this up while you were running the game, but Harry, you sound like you're in really bad shape."
Neville had been Harry's oldest friend. They had known each other since the train ride to Hogwarts and had been inseparable until Harry left for his internship. He wasn't sure where Neville was now, but wherever it was, he could see a raging snowstorm through the video channel outside the window.
"No, everything's fine," Harry replied, ready to log off and get some sleep.
"Don't try to feed me a line. Things with Ginny aren't going well, are they?" Neville began probing.
"They're fine. We are too. There's nothing to worry about," Harry insisted.
"Cut it out. I know you like to put others first, especially when you're hurting inside, but I won't shut up until you talk."
Harry knew it. It reminded him of his Hogwarts days when his first girlfriend dumped him. Two years ago when he battled cancer. Every time, Harry just soldiered on as if it didn't bother him at all, and every time, his friend saw through it.
"Alright. Yeah. Things are bad. I found out my wife is cheating on me. Ginny has been cheating on me. She wants a divorce. Kicked me out of my own house, and with her new boyfriend being a hotshot lawyer, he'll probably keep it. I'm stuck in this crappy apartment, and rumors are flying at work. Nonsense about me hitting Ginny, but no one's on my side." Though it was disheartening, Harry felt nothing but a burning anger in his chest. He had loved Ginny, his petite wife of three years, and thought she loved him too, but these days, it was as if she were an entirely different person. "This sucks. Really, freaking sucks! But whining about it won't fix things, and running this campaign for you is one of the few ways I can escape from all of this and relax, just for the night. Satisfied?"
Neville slowly shook his head. "Of course not. I hate seeing you in this state. Harry, do you remember how you helped me get out of trouble five years ago?"
"Hah. Yeah. Hard to forget something like that. You called me at 3 in the morning, needing five thousand Galleons." It was the night when he was convinced that Neville led a very exciting life.
"Yeah, and not only did you empty your bank account, but you also maxed out a goblin loan to get it to me. Let me tell you, that night, you saved my life. Even more than that. And I still owe you for it."
"What are you talking about? You paid me back ten thousand the next month. If anything, I owe you."
Neville chuckled. "I'm not even close. I'm telling you, you saved my life, and it turns out, I'm worth a lot more than just ten thousand. So now it's my turn to pay you back."
Harry couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh, resigned. "Sure. You won't give me a choice in the matter, will you?"
"Exactly." Neville leaned in towards his monitor, as if whispering a secret into Harry's ear, even though they were on opposite ends of the globe. "Listen now. When was the last time you had a vacation?"
A week later, Harry lay in bed in his underwear, bored, gazing up at the ceiling fan, trying to figure out what to do. He had been skeptical of Neville's idea of going on vacation to Hawaii, but his persistent friend had finally won. Despite Neville covering the cost of the plane ticket, hotel room, and a Muggle black credit card, Harry insisted on paying for everything. "All expenses paid, buddy, I don't want you spending a dime there, okay? Just give me a call if you're going over twenty kay." Now that he was here, Harry wasn't sure what he should do.
Through the sliding glass doors of his room, Harry could see the green garden outside, the ocean in the distance, and dozens of young, attractive people enjoying the waves and the beach. He looked down at his belly, which he had gained over the years of desk work without time for exercise, and released a long sigh. The beach wasn't for him.
He thought about going to the cinema or looking for a local comic book store, but he scolded himself; why do something he could do at home anytime?
He reached for the brochure on the bedside table and opened it. "Maybe I'll go on a tour."
The mere thought of being among other people, happy families, couples, and friends, made his stomach churn.
"Maybe... maybe I'll buy a laptop."
He felt guilty about using his friend's money for such a purchase, but even worse, after Neville's grand gesture, he would spend the entire week locked in his room. If only there was something else he could do...
"Knock, knock, room service."
The voice was sweet and feminine, playful and bright, and when Harry looked to his left, his eyes widened as he struggled to sit up. How could he have been so distracted that he didn't hear her coming in?
It was as if she had appeared in an instant.
He resisted the temptation to pull up the blanket to hide his body and instead examined her closely. She was young. He wouldn't believe she was over eighteen if it weren't for her sharp, piercing amber eyes, which made him feel like she was reading him. No teenager had eyes like those. Her face was smooth, sun-kissed skin, blond hair framing her face in delicate curls cascading onto her shoulders. She smiled, revealing her dazzlingly white teeth and a predatory glint in her eyes.
The predatory glint in her eyes made him feel uneasy.
It was her attire, or rather, the lack of it. A black bikini top, two narrow bands running from her shoulders to her crotch, each doing little but hugging her healthy, full breasts tightly to her body and barely covering her nipples, with a pink edge of the areola peeking out. Her waist was slim and flat, yet it looked invitingly soft, and her hips were most generously curved on a pair of thick thighs, which were parted, and her camel-toe pressed against the elastic fabric.
"Hello...? Is anyone home? Oh dear, I hope I didn't ruin anything." She said with a giggle after he had stared for too long.
Harry blinked, shook his head, "Ah! I'm sorry. I just didn't hear you come in. I wasn't expecting... well, I'm not sure what this is."
As soon as he uttered those words, the answer instantly appeared in his mind: Neville. That son of a gun not only paid for the vacation but also hired him what must have been the most expensive escort on the entire island.
"Yeah, sorry for showing up for nothing, but I'm just not in the mood for company right now," Harry said, mentally kicking himself for rejecting the woman.
"I'm sorry to hear that, but you're mistaken about one thing. I didn't come here for nothing. I came here for a meal. But don't worry, you'll enjoy it. She slid from the edge of the second bed onto his lap, the whole movement flowing seamlessly, ending in less than a second, and alarm bells rang in his head. She placed her hands on his shoulders, brushed her breasts against his chest, and then moved her hips. "See? I can already feel how excited you are." She bounced on his lap, rubbing against the growing bulge in his boxer shorts. "I feel it too. So why don't you just relax and let me do what's mine? Trust me, for a sad sack like you, it'll either be the best night of your life... or, well, they say it's the sweetest way to go."
"Damn it..." Harry began to say, but the young woman interrupted him by thrusting her tongue into his mouth while teasing his cock with her fingers, slowly pulling it out of his boxers. Her lips were wet and hot, with a faint taste of cinnamon, and he couldn't deny its effect, not when his cock was harder than he could remember.
He laughed, genuinely smiling for the first time in weeks. "Hell, you're persuasive."
Sometimes, he just had to learn not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Now you get it," she returned his slight smile with a radiant one, leaning back as she could tug at the straps of her swimsuit, and her breasts popped out. Given her petite frame, he was sure they were implants, but they perked up proudly on her chest in a natural teardrop shape, and when he grabbed them and squeezed, his fingers sank into them like fresh dough. "Damn, harder. I like it rough!"
Truth be told, Harry did too. Even Ginny didn't know what kinky porn he watched privately, what fantasies burned deep inside him. Encouraged by the mysterious stranger, he was ready to share them for the first time.
"You asked for it," Harry growled, then turned her, throwing her back onto the mattress and holding her by the waist. He felt his blood run hotter than ever as he grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth towards the helm of his cock. "Suck it like a good little whore, so it's ready to fuck those cow-sized tits of yours."
The girl's eyes widened in shock as she looked at him, and Harry felt a moment of pure panic. You shouldn't treat women like this. You definitely shouldn't talk to them like this. He opened his mouth to apologize, but before he could, the mysterious girl let out the most erotic moan he had ever heard, as if she were experiencing an orgasm right under him, and her hips bounced on the mattress.
"Fuck! This is it! This is good! This is what I want!" She exclaimed in excitement before running her hot tongue along the head of his cock. "Let it out. Release it all. I'm going to devour every last drop." Harry didn't know that she wasn't talking about his cum.
All he could think about was how hot her tongue felt as she massaged the head of his cock, how tight the seal was when she took him into her mouth, and how good it felt to penetrate all the way to her throat.
She had her mouth on his cock for only a minute, but when she pulled away and began wrapping those massive breasts around his cock, he was already on the edge of his capabilities. He wanted this moment to last, to use this time to fuck her, to cum inside her, but it felt too damn good.
He lost control, his muscles contracted almost painfully as he came, and streams of cum shot straight onto her face and neck, dripping down onto her legendary cleavage.
"Oh, damn, so much cum. So much mana." Her bikini straps were pulled aside, freeing her breasts, and she brought them to her mouth, licking the cum off each one before using her fingers to collect the rest, greedily sucking every last drop. "So delicious too... mmm, that energy... I've never had anything like it." She looked at him again, like a predator. "You're not just some sad sack, are you? There's so much more inside you. You just need someone to help you bring it out."
