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A Godfather's Gambit #9
🕑 Added 2025-08-14 19:07:24 +0000 UTCDisclaimer: All characters involved in explicit situations are adults. No underage characters have been involved or depicted in such situations.
Harry studied Celeste’s face, looking for any sign of reluctance or uncertainty. He found none. Her violet eyes were bright with anticipation, her expression eager and hopeful. This wasn't coercion or manipulation—this was a supernatural being offering to fulfill her literal function, and although he did not like that way of phrasing, it didn’t matter. It was the truth.
Maybe she was right. Maybe the only way to deal with these new desires was to understand them, to explore them, and to experience them in a safe environment with someone who not only consented but actively wanted it.
"Alright," he said quietly. "If you're sure..."
"I am," Celeste said immediately. "More sure than I've ever been of anything."
She climbed off the bed gracefully, her curves shaking and swaying hypnotically as she stood up and then turned to face him. Her hands went to the ties of her robe, but she paused, looking at him expectantly.
"My Master must command me," she said, her voice breathy with excitement. "I cannot act without your word."
Harry felt something shift inside him at her words, a door opening that he'd kept carefully locked. The feeling was intoxicating—strong and dangerous and absolutely addictive. He could understand now why those spells in the book had been so appealing. This sensation of complete authority, of having another being wait breathlessly for his slightest wish...
He sat up slowly, his expression changing from uncertain to something far more focused.
"Remove your robe," he commanded, his manhood rock-hard. “I want to see you naked for me, Celeste.”
Celeste's breath hitched, and she obeyed immediately, letting the sheer fabric pool at her feet. She stood before him completely exposed, but there was no shame in her posture, only pride and anticipation.
Harry had already seen her naked, but something about the setting they were currently in set his blood on fire. So this was the rush of command, of control over another.
"You are mine," Harry said, surprised by the authority in his own voice. "Completely and utterly mine."
"Yes, Master," she breathed. "My mind, my body, my soul—everything I am belongs to you. I exist for your pleasure, I live for your commands."
Slowly, Harry stood, moving to within inches of her. She was tall for a woman, but he still had to look down slightly to meet her eyes. "And you want this? Truly?"
"I have never wanted anything more," she said with absolute conviction. "You are my Master, Harry Potter. You claimed me the moment we met, whether you realized it or not. My greatest joy is in your dominance, and my deepest satisfaction is in your control."
Something dark and powerful stirred in Harry's chest as he looked down at her. This was what those spells had promised—complete submission, total obedience, and the intoxicating rush of absolute power over another being. But this was real, consensual, even desired by his willing subject.
Celeste slowly dropped to her knees, looking up at him with adoration and desperate hunger. "Command me, Master. I am yours."
Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he gazed down at Celeste, kneeling before him like a vision from his deepest, most hidden fantasies. Her violet eyes locked onto his, filled with a mix of reverence and raw desire that made his skin tingle.
For the first time, Harry didn't shy away from the power surging through him. It wasn't just about control—it was about trust, about giving her what she craved while ensuring she felt safe and cherished.
"Stand up," he ordered, his voice steady and commanding, though still filled with a gentleness that surprised even him. Celeste rose fluidly, her full breasts heaving with each excited breath. She didn't cover herself; instead, she arched her back slightly, presenting herself for his inspection.
Outside the door, Hermione pressed her ear against the wood, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She hadn't meant to eavesdrop—at least, that's what she told herself. But the muffled voices had drawn her in, and now, through a small crack where the door hadn't latched properly, she could see everything.
Her breath caught as she watched Celeste obey Harry's command, the succubus's naked form glowing in the soft light of the room. Hermione's hand trembled on the doorknob, her mind a whirlwind of shock, jealousy, and an undeniable heat pooling between her legs.
Harry... her Harry, looking so dominant, so in control. She'd accepted that she harbored feelings for him, buried under layers of friendship and logic, but seeing him like this ignited something primal in her.
Celeste's senses, heightened by her demonic nature, picked up on the faint scent of arousal from beyond the door. A sly smile tugged at her lips as she realized they had an audience.
The thought thrilled her.
A succubus thrived on shared ecstasy, and drawing Hermione in would only amplify the pleasure. She decided to put on a show, her movements becoming more intentional, more seductive, knowing their little voyeur would be captivated.
Harry stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace a finger along Celeste's jawline, tilting her chin up.
"You're beautiful," he murmured. "And you're mine to care for." He pulled her close, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other cupping her cheek. "You're safe with me, Celeste. Always. If anything feels wrong, you tell me immediately."
"Yes, Master," she replied, her voice a sultry whisper, her eyes shining with gratitude and lust. "Your care makes me want to serve you even more."
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened, his tongue exploring her mouth with growing confidence. Celeste moaned into his mouth, her hands itching to touch but waiting for permission.
Hermione bit her lip to stifle a gasp, her free hand unconsciously pressing against her thigh. The kiss was intense, passionate, and she couldn't tear her eyes away. Part of her screamed to burst in and stop this—whatever this was—but another part, the one she'd suppressed for years, wanted to see more. Wanted to imagine herself in Celeste's place, kneeling for Harry, feeling his commanding gaze on her.
Breaking the kiss, Harry pulled back, his green eyes dark with lust. "Touch yourself for me, Celeste. Show me how much you want this." His voice was firm, but he watched her closely, ready to stop if he saw even a flicker of discomfort.
"Yes, Master," Celeste purred, her voice husky. One hand slid down her body, cupping a breast and teasing the nipple to a hard peak, while the other dipped between her thighs. She gasped as her fingers found her slick folds, circling her clit with slow, careful strokes. Her eyes never left Harry's, but she angled her body slightly toward the door, ensuring Hermione had a clear view. The succubus's hips bucked subtly, her moans growing louder, more theatrical, as if performing for both her Master and the hidden voyeur.
Harry's arousal strained against his trousers, the sight of her pleasuring herself at his command sending waves of heat through his core. He reached down, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off, revealing his toned chest scarred from years of fights.
"I want to hear you, Celeste. Tell me how you feel," he commanded, stepping even closer so his body heat mingled with hers.
"I feel... so wet for you, Master," Celeste whimpered, her fingers plunging inside herself now, the wet sounds filling the room. "Your command makes me ache. I need you—need to serve you."
She glanced subtly toward the door, her violet eyes gleaming with mischief. Hermione's presence fueled her, making her bolder. Imagine, she thought, if the witch joined us... the energy we could share.
Harry noticed Celeste's subtle shift, the way her performance seemed amplified, but he attributed it to her enthusiasm. He grew bolder, his confidence building with each obedient response.
"Stop," he said suddenly, and Celeste's hands froze, though her body trembled with need.
“Yes, Master?” She asked breathlessly.
"Get on the bed and lie down on your stomach," he commanded, his confidence growing with each word.
Celeste complied instantly, crawling onto the bed with exaggerated sway of her hips, her ass presented teasingly. She stretched out, her breasts pushed firmly against the bed and her ass curving invitingly upward. Harry knelt beside her, his hands roaming over her smooth skin, massaging her shoulders, then down her spine, to the swell of her buttocks. He squeezed gently, eliciting a soft moan from her.
"Tell me what you need, Celeste."
"Your touch, Master," she purred, arching into his hands. "Your dominance. Use me as you wish."
She spread her legs slightly, angling her body so that the door—and Hermione—had a perfect view of her glistening arousal. Her moans were a touch louder, more performative, her hips grinding subtly against the sheets as if to say, See this? Join us.
Hermione's breath hitched, her hand unconsciously sliding down her body, pressing against the fabric of her jeans. The way Harry touched Celeste—possessive yet tender—made her ache. She'd always admired Harry's strength, his protectiveness, but seeing it channeled into this... it was mesmerizing. Her nipples hardened against her bra, and she shifted, the friction between her legs sending a jolt of pleasure through her. I shouldn't be watching this, she thought, but the thought was weak, drowned out by the heat building inside her.
Harry leaned over Celeste, his lips brushing her ear. "I'm going to spank you," he said, testing the waters, his voice low and authoritative. "Not to hurt, but to feel. Five times. Count them for me."
Celeste shivered with anticipation. "Yes, Master. Please."
His hand came down on her right cheek, a firm slap that echoed in the room, leaving a pink mark but no real pain. "One," she gasped, her voice breathy, pushing her ass higher.
Hermione's eyes widened, her fingers fumbling with her zipper. The sound, the sight—it was so raw, so intimate. She slipped her hand inside her panties, finding herself soaked, and began to circle her clit slowly, matching the rhythm of Harry's spanks.
Two, three, four—the slaps landed, each one followed by Celeste's count and a moan that grew more wanton. On the fifth, Harry soothed the skin with gentle rubs, his fingers dipping between her legs to tease her entrance.
"Good girl," he murmured, sliding two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sensitive spot. Celeste bucked, crying out, her performance amplified for their audience.
"Master! Oh, yes, claim your succubus!" she exclaimed, her eyes flicking toward the door with a knowing glint, a smirk on her face.
Harry pumped his fingers faster, his free hand reaching under to pinch her nipple. He was lost in the moment, the power intoxicating but he was still tempered by his concern for her. "Come for me, Celeste. Let go."
She did, her body convulsing, walls clenching around his fingers as she screamed his name—"Master!"—her juices coating his hand.
Harry kept caressing her curves as she rode out her climax, her body shaking deliciously. He felt a sense of pride that he had reduced this erotic being to a shivering mess with nothing but his hands and words.
However, he was not done with her yet.
"On your back now, Celeste. Spread your legs for me."
Celeste rolled over immediately, her climax forgotten in face of her desire to please her Master, and she parted her thighs wide, exposing her glistening pussy, her large breasts rising and falling rapidly.
"Like this, Master? Am I pleasing you?"
Harry stripped off the rest of his clothes, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs, but he didn't enter her yet. Instead, he leaned down, kissing her inner thigh, working his way up slowly.
"You're perfect," he whispered against her skin, his breath hot. "But I want to taste you first. Tell me if it's too much."
Celeste arched her back, her hands gripping the sheets. "Please, Master... taste your servant."
As Harry's tongue flicked out, lapping at her folds, she cried out, louder than necessary, her voice carrying through the door. She knew Hermione was watching, and she could sense the witch's arousal spiking.
Come in, she willed silently. Join us. Let Master claim you too. I can sense how badly you want it.
Hermione's fingers worked furiously now, circling her clit as she peered through the crack. Harry's head between Celeste's legs, the succubus writhing in ecstasy—it was too much. Her knees weakened, and she leaned against the wall, her other hand covering her mouth to muffle her whimpers. She imagined Harry's tongue on her, his commands directed at her, and a small orgasm built quickly, crashing over her in waves.
Guilt flooded her immediately, but she didn't move, transfixed.
Meanwhile, Harry savored Celeste's taste, sweet and addictive, his tongue delving deeper, sucking on her clit until she bucked against his face. He held her hips gently but firmly, ensuring she didn't hurt herself in her throes.
"Come for me," he commanded, feeling her tense. "Come on my tongue, Celeste."
"Master!" she screamed, her body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her. Juices flooded his mouth, and he lapped them up eagerly, prolonging her ecstasy.
Once done, Harry withdrew his face from between Celeste's thighs, her essence glistening on his lips and chin. He licked them clean, savoring the musky sweetness that was uniquely hers—a blend of infernal allure and pure, unadulterated desire. Celeste lay there, panting, her violet eyes half-lidded with post-orgasmic bliss, but already hungry for more. Her body, designed for endless pleasure, recovered swiftly, her skin flushing with renewed heat.
"Master," she whispered, her voice a silken plea as she propped herself up on her elbows. Her gaze dropped to his erection, standing proud and veined, the tip beaded with pre-cum. "You've given me such ecstasy. Now, please let me serve you properly. Command me to worship you with my mouth."
Harry's chest rose and fell heavily, the sight of her—disheveled yet radiant, submissive yet eager—fueling the fire in his veins. He nodded, his voice gravelly with need. "On your knees now, Celeste. Take me in your mouth. Show me how much you want to please your Master."
Climbing off the bed, Celeste knelt before him once more, her knees sinking into the plush carpet. She looked up at him through her lashes, her full lips parting in anticipation. Her hands hovered near his thighs, waiting for permission. "May I touch you, Master? May I taste your power?"
"Yes," Harry growled, threading his fingers through her silky hair, guiding her gently but firmly. "Suck me, Celeste. Make me feel your devotion."
She leaned forward, her breath hot against his skin as she planted soft kisses along his shaft, starting from the base and slowly working her way up. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the underside vein with teasing lightness, eliciting a sharp inhale from Harry. Then, with a reverent sigh, she enveloped the head in her mouth, her lips stretching around him as she took him deeper.
The sensation was electric—warm, wet, and utterly enveloping. Celeste's mouth was a velvet vice, her tongue swirling expertly around his girth as she bobbed her head, taking more of him with each descent. She hummed in pleasure, the vibrations sending jolts straight to his core. Her hands came up to cup his balls, massaging them gently, while the other stroked the base of his cock in rhythm with her sucks.
"Fuck, Celeste," Harry groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. He tightened his grip on her hair, not to force, but to anchor himself in the overwhelming pleasure. "You're incredible. Deeper. Take all of me."
Obediently, she relaxed her throat, swallowing him whole until her nose brushed against his pubic bone. She held him there for a moment, her eyes watering slightly but gleaming with triumph and lust. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she pulled back, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening length. "Does this please you, Master? Am I your perfect little slut?"
The word sent a thrill through Harry—raw, forbidden, but in this context, empowering for her. "Yes," he affirmed, his voice steady despite the building pressure. "You're mine, and you're doing so well. Keep going."
Celeste dove back in with renewed vigor, her head moving faster, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder. She varied her pace—slow and teasing, then fast and urgent—her moans muffled around him. One hand slipped between her own legs again, fingering herself in time with her blows, her arousal dripping onto the floor. She angled her body subtly yet again, ensuring that from the door's crack, Hermione could see the explicit display: Celeste on her knees, worshipping Harry's cock like it was her lifeline.
Outside, Hermione's world had narrowed to the scene before her. Her hand was buried in her panties, fingers thrusting in and out of her soaked pussy as she mirrored Celeste's self-touch. The succubus's mouth on Harry—her Harry—should have enraged her, but instead, it ignited a fierce, jealous lust. She bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, stifling a moan as she watched Celeste deep-throat him. Hermione's free hand squeezed her breast through her shirt, pinching her nipple, imagining Harry's mouth there instead.
How could this be happening? Harry, the boy who'd faced Voldemort, now commanding a demoness with such authority. And Celeste... she was so wanton, so unashamed. Hermione's arousal built shamefully fast, her clit throbbing under her frantic circles. She leaned closer to the door, her breath fogging the wood, unable to look away.
Celeste sensed the witch's escalating desire, the scent of her wetness thick in the air. It fueled her performance, and she pulled off Harry's cock with a pop, stroking him slickly as she looked up. "Master, your cock tastes divine. I could suck you forever. Tell me—do you want to come in my mouth? Or save it for my pussy?"
Harry's eyes darkened, his control fraying at the edges. The power she gave him was intoxicating, but he remembered his promise to himself—to ensure her pleasure matched his.
"Not yet," he decided, pulling her up by the arms. "I want to feel you around me. Get on the bed, on your back. Spread wide for me again."
Celeste scrambled onto the mattress, lying back with her legs parted obscenely, her pussy lips swollen and glistening. She reached down, spreading herself further, exposing her pink core. "Like this, Master? Ready for you to claim me fully?"
Harry climbed over her, his body covering hers, skin against skin. He positioned his cock at her entrance, rubbing the head against her slick folds, teasing her clit.
"You're so wet for me," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her neck, sucking lightly to leave a mark. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours, Master!" Celeste cried, her hips lifting to meet him. "Please, fuck me. Fill your succubus with your cock. Make me scream your name."
With a slow, careful thrust, Harry entered her, inch by inch, groaning at the tight, hot embrace. She was perfect—velvety walls clenching around him, drawing him deeper. He bottomed out, pausing to let her adjust, his forehead resting against hers. "You feel amazing," he whispered, his voice laced with awe and tenderness. "If it's too much—"
"More, Master," she begged, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. "Fuck me hard. Use me."
Her large breasts pressed up hotly against his chest, their eyes locked as they gazed at each other for a long moment.
Finally, Harry began to move, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a rhythm that was firm but controlled. Each thrust elicited a gasp from Celeste, her breasts bouncing with the force, and her nails digging into his back.
"Yes! Oh, Master, you're so big—so perfect inside me!"
He captured her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as he pounded into her. One hand braced beside her head, the other roaming—pinching her nipple, then sliding down to rub her clit in circles. The room filled with the sounds of their union: skin slapping skin, wet squelches, and breathy cries.
Celeste arched her back, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor, her demonic endurance allowing her to take everything he gave, but even then, she was barely managing. Her Master was truly divine!
She glanced toward the door again, her moans escalating, performative yet genuine. "Master! Fuck your slut harder! Everyone should know how you own me!"
Hermione was lost now, her fingers plunging deep inside herself, matching Harry's rhythm. Tears pricked her eyes—not from sadness, but from the intensity of her arousal. Watching Harry thrust into Celeste, his muscles flexing, his face contorted in pleasure... it was erotic torture. She imagined herself beneath him, his cock stretching her, his commands making her submit. Her orgasm hit suddenly, her walls fluttering around her fingers, a muffled cry escaping her lips. She sagged against the door, but still, she watched, her body craving more.
Harry felt his release building, the pressure coiling tight in his balls. He slowed slightly, grinding deep, hitting that spot inside Celeste that made her eyes roll back. "Come with me," he commanded, his voice rough. "Milk my cock, Celeste. Show me your pleasure."
"Yes—Master—I'm coming!" She shattered around him, her pussy spasming, her juices squirting as she wailed. The sensation pushed Harry over the edge as well, and with a guttural groan, he buried himself deep, spilling inside her in hot spurts. He collapsed onto her, both panting, his cock twitching with aftershocks as it remained buried inside her.
However, Celeste's nature demanded more. Even as he spilled himself inside her, he didn’t soften. Sensing it, she whispered, "Again, Master? Let me ride you this time. Show you how a succubus serves."
Harry, catching his breath, nodded with a smirk. "On top, then. Ride me until you're satisfied."
She flipped them effortlessly, straddling his hips. His cock, still hard, had slipped out of her and she ground against him. With a wicked grin, she aligned it with her entrance and impaled herself, moaning loudly. "Watch me, Master. Feel how I worship you."
Her hips rolled in hypnotic circles, then bounced up and down, her breasts jiggling enticingly. Harry reached up, squeezing them, thumbing her nipples. "Faster," he ordered. "Make yourself come on my cock. Again!"
Celeste obeyed, her pace frantic, the bed creaking under them. She leaned back, one hand on his thigh, the other rubbing her clit, angling so Hermione could see every explicit detail—the way Harry's cock disappeared inside her, slick and shining, and how easy it was for him to make her climax.
Hermione, recovering from her orgasm, felt fresh heat build. She couldn't stop, and her hand returned to her core, stroking slowly. The reversal—Celeste dominant in motion yet still submissive—fascinated her. Harry's hands on those curves... she wanted that touch.
Minutes later, Celeste came again, screaming, her body quaking, and Harry followed soon after, thrusting up to meet her. Exhausted but sated, he pulled her down for a gentle kiss. "You're incredible, Celeste. Thank you."
"And you, Master," she purred, nuzzling him. But her eyes flicked to the door, a secret smile forming. Soon, perhaps, their audience would join.
Alas, Hermione had already slipped away, her heart pounding, and her mind ablaze with what she'd witnessed. Back in her room, she collapsed onto her bed, replaying the scenes in her head. Harry's commands, Celeste's submission—it awakened something in her she'd never acknowledged. Jealousy lingered, but so did longing. What if she could have that? What if Harry looked at her with that dominant fire?
She touched herself again, slower this time, fantasizing about kneeling before him, hearing him call her "good girl." Her climax came swiftly, but it left her wanting more—wanting the real thing.
Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Harry shifted against Celeste, tightening his embrace around her as his thoughts turned to the future. This new dynamic with Celeste was just beginning, and if Hermione got involved... well, that could change everything. But he'd approach it with care, as always.
Celeste sensed his turmoil and snuggled closer. "Whatever comes, Master, I'm here for you. For all of you."
Harry smiled faintly, kissing her temple.
He knew she was there for him, and he was beyond grateful for it.
