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🕑 Added 2023-11-13 19:24:38 +0000 UTC“Ohhh…. Shitt…” Emmeline groaned, bent on all fours as she felt inch after inch of Harry’s dick fill her up to her very core. On her knees, her arse raised up with her upper-half pressed into the mattress, her hands dug into the sheets, holding on for dear life. And she had to do just that, as it wasn’t easy to take a cock as big as Harry’s up her arse.
She shivered, took deep breaths, and let her head hang down limp between her shoulders. “Fuck! You’re big! I knew this was a mistake!”
“Sorry…” he apologised and stopped, with barely more than an inch of his rock-hard cock buried inside her arsecheeks.
“Don’t apologise,” she said. “I love it. Ugh! Keep going.”
If Harry noticed the contradiction in her words, he did not comment. Instead he slowly pushed a little more of his cock forward, which caused her to clench up as she closed her eyes, meeting his intrusion with resistance from her tightness, but after a couple of seconds, her arsehole yielded and accepted his digit.
“Mmhh.”
“Better?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He pushed deeper until her sphincter was locked again, tightening and loosening.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“Yes.”
Honestly, she didn’t know if that was an acknowledgement of his suggestion or an admission that she was hurt. Honestly, this was far from being the roughest fuck yet. Harry hadn’t forced himself on her, or had spanked her or anything. In fact, he was going out of his way to make sure she felt comfortable in the act. It was why she had gotten on all fours on the bed, as he reached forward, grabbed her arse and slowly began to penetrate with his majestic cock.
She hadn’t quite told him yet, but this was a turning point in their relationship. Seeing him demonstrate that power earlier, she had begun to see him in a different light. Plus, Gideon had never treated her like that, ever. He never had the guts to step up to her like that, demand her arse despite her personal beliefs, or just walk away as if it was nothing but a casual shag. She had to admit, it had totally worked on her. She was shocked by it, but she couldn’t deny that it did the job, and she wasn’t opposed to making it a daily thing.
Especially if Harry’s claims about Gideon were right.
She stayed at her family home anyway, and her son would be starting Hogwarts at the end of the summer. It really was unfortunate that Harry would be stuck away at Hogwarts for the entire week, with only the weekends available for her to have as much sex as she wanted from him.
She wanted him to just throw away their arrangement and just fuck her as much as possible, but she wanted him to be the one to say it. She was still too stubborn to admit it, even if she had to drag things using her ridiculous ‘debt’ concept.
Now only if he stopped being so considerate and gave her the rough experience she craved.
“Emmeline, I’m serious. There is no need to hurry with this. I can take it as slow as you want.”
“No,” she said, stubbornly. Just why was he being so conscientious about her? The least he could’ve done was take it out on her, and leave her with a negative impression about him. Maybe even scare her from anal sex for the rest of her life? Instead he was being this creepily nice, and making her feel special and wanting to give things an honest try, even if it was as repulsive as getting penetrated in the arsehole.
“I— I’m fine,” she said. “Though… you can take it a bit slow. Just take it… shittt!”
He stopped again after another inch. Fuck! Her arsehole felt way tighter than her pussy did with his dick in her. She’d have thought that after all that experience with that mammoth organ, she’d have grown used to being impaled by that nastily beautiful piece of carnal art.
“I can stop if you want.”
“DON’T YOU DARE!” Emmeline howled, before letting her arms collapse so that her face mashed into her folded arms beneath her, while her arse was still up in the air, half-skewered by his cock.
“Well,” said Harry. “You got the difficult part in, first. The rest should be easy.”
“Why don’t I take a strap-on and fuck you in your arse, Potter?” Emmeline yelled. “Maybe then you’ll have a changed perspective.”
“Tempting,” laughed the bastard. “But I’ll pass.”
“Don’t knock it until you try it,” she wheezed. Even with the pain, there was something very fulfilling about the way her arse was hugging his cock that tightly. It made her feel satisfied in a way she had never had before.
He laughed again. “Half the words coming out of your mouth say that you absolutely love this. The other half says that I'm hurting you really bad. Which is it?”
“Yes….” she hissed. After a long moment, Emmeline unclenched her teeth and exhaled.
“Okay,” she said at last. “Give me the rest.”
“You sure?”
“I didn’t want to do this, Potter. You made me. Stop pretending you care. We had a deal, and we’ve started this, so you better not bail on me until it is over. Now shut up and give it to me.”
“But —”
“Yes. My butt. Fuck it.”
“Emme—”
“FUCK MY FUCKING ARSE, YOU FUCKING ARSEHOLE!” Emmeline howled. She didn’t know if it was her reaction, or her commanding tone, or just the way her arse relaxed slightly at that exact moment, but Harry rammed his hips forward, slamming the next three inches all at once.
“FUUCKKK!” She howled.
“I’m sorry—”
“FUCCCKKK!” She howled again.
“You told me to —”
“FUUCCCKKKKK!”
Emmeline didn’t care. She was cumming. Her arse muscles were spasming like anything, the same way her pussy had when his cock ran its marathon in and out of it. Her whole body shook and shuddered like she had been hit by a powerful vibration charm. And of course, there was the entire ‘screaming her lungs out like she was being brutally murdered’ bit as well.
And then, as if like magic, her chute relaxed, and Emmeline dropped like a marionette on the bed. She sighed rapturously, drooling just a little bit with her face turned to the side. And her legs were together, a position that really squeezed her arse tight around the thick cock lodged in her backside.
“That was… crazy fast,” Harry observed. “You came before I even got the chance to push my entire dick in.”
“That’s on your massive cock, you arsehole,” Emmeline snapped, but there was no heat behind her words. “Nobody told you to go get a freak cock like that, you demon.”
“Come now, Emmeline, you’re hurting my feelings.”
“And you’ve got your cock lodged up my arse. What’s your point?”
When Harry didn’t respond to that, Emmeline sighed. “Sorry…. just….” She murmured. “Just give me a little… Ugh! That was the biggest orgasm you’ve given me yet. I feel so sensitive.”
“Better now?” Harry asked.
“...Yes. I should’ve tried this out a long time ago. I didn’t know it could feel this good.”
He snorted. “Should’ve known you’d say that.”
“...shut up!” said Emmeline heatedly. You can move now. Fuck my arse, Harry. Fuck it.”
She felt him get in position, hold her arse cheeks slightly upwards, making her constrict at the sudden movement, before she could bring herself to relax again. She felt his cock slowly leave her tight backside, and almost wept at the sudden feeling of deprivation that threatened to overwhelm her. Not for long, because he came back soon enough, this time pushing himself just a little more, and then back again. Between her own wetness, her own juices lubing up his cock, and the tightness, it all added up to an incredible amount of friction, which felt amazingly good, and yet painful at the same time.
“Fuck my arse!” she murmured, as he began speeding up a little. “Merlin’s beard! I’m going to cum again! Harry! Oh, Harry! You’ll trap me in my ever-piling pillar of debt, won’t you? At this rate, I’ll never be able to pay you back.”
“Don’t put that on me, Emmeline,” said Harry between thrusts. “You asked for it.”
“I know,” she sighed as he thrust again. “You won’t see me complaining.”
And so he did. He began fucking her a little harder, a little faster. Emmeline whined as he pulled all the way out, filling her with a strange emptiness that quickly vanished as he pumped the mushroom head back with full dedication. He grabbed her hips and swiftly filled her with every inch of his dick once more.
“Oh! Fuck! I think I came again when you rammed into me,” she grunted. “Do it again!”
“You still keeping count?” asked Harry, pulling all the way out, and quickly eclipsing the hole by slamming back in.
Emmeline let out a bark of laughter.
“Merlin, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” asked Harry.
“Yes! Yes, I am. What do you do to me, Harry? Just a couple of days ago, I was an honest, married woman, and now I have your cock lodged up my arse.”
“Maybe you were bored to death by being a proper married woman,” said Harry, as he began pounding into her arse faster and faster. He was in action mode now, his hands on her lips, his torso driving his cock in and out of our tight butt, rimming it faster than Emmeline could even feel it. She had a feeling that her arse would never be the same ever again.
“Oh! You fuck! You fucking sex demon!” She screamed out, turning her face till she rested on her cheek again, vocalising her pleasure without interference. The recent experience with him, combined with the constant surge within her, demanding to be fucked raw by this incubus, demanding her to be treated with even rougher sex beyond anything she had ever felt. Just the feeling of his cock within her made her feel pleasure in a way she had never thought possible, and now that she had tasted this forbidden fruit, she’d be damned before she let him go.
“You’re going to cum again, Emmeline?” laughed the bastard, slapping her arse. Emmeline couldn’t even do anything as he pushed his hands through her shoulders, and pulled her back, before hugging her from behind, his hands gripping her over her breasts. There she sat, her legs spread upon the bed, with his cock spearing into her arse from behind. She couldn’t even express just how much tighter this new position felt, but all she could feel was that somehow, he went faster.
“UGH! MERLIN! Yes!” She gasped, barely keeping it together, her body beginning to shake.
“Do it, Emmeline. Just let go and do it,” he commanded, his pace not relenting, not letting up as he drilled her deep and hard.
“UGH! UGH! UGH! FUCK! AAHHH!” Emmeline screamed at the top of her lungs, her entire body shuddering, her arsehole locking down around his driving cock. He squeezed her breasts and mauled them, while impaling her over and over, her entire body shaking with his thrusts, her hole now as tight as a clenched fist. Yet, he didn’t stop, continuing to fuck her arse even as her body became wracked with pleasure.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” She moaned, her body shuddering as a titanic orgasm coursed through her, her pussy gushing again, her mind feeling like it was being split into two. And all throughout, Harry kept fucking her,unrelenting. Her arse kept squeezing his bloated prick as she underwent the massive wave of pleasure but he held strong, continuing to fuck her as hard as possible.
And then it was over.
Emmeline felt his grasp go free, and she collapsed upon the bed. She barely managed to push her face to the side again, seeing him from the corner of her vision as he grabbed the empty glass from the table, and began jerking into it, spewing impossible amounts of cum into it. Just like before, the jizz spurred out in massive quantities. No doubt it was the incubus part of his ancestry that was responsible for it. There was simply no way a normal wizard could cum that much.
“That cum belonged to my arse,” she complained, as he put the half-filled glass down on the table. “My arse squeezed it out of your cock.”
“By that logic, I’ll never get to fill the glass, Emmeline,” said Harry. “Besides, you already have enough in you.”
“No, I don’t,” said Emmeline, surprising herself with her words. She had never quite been this sexually active before. Just what was it about Harry Potter that turned her into this sex-starved creature? She didn’t know, and to be frank, she didn’t care. All she wanted was to feel that cock deep in her again, and again and again, until neither of them could keep going any further.
“Emmeline,” said Harry, a trace of worry lacing his tone. “We’ve had sex earlier in the afternoon, many, many times. And most recently, in your pussy and I just freshly fucked your arse. Don’t you think that’s enough for a—”
“You let me be the judge of that, Potter,” she barked. How dare he look down on her? She was a mature woman, and incubus or not, he was still a teenager, and he had no business looking down on her. “We had a deal, which means I’ll keep having sex with you until I either fall unconscious, or I make you cum as many times as you did me. Now stop talking and come fuck me some more.”
There was no more talking after that. She and Harry had sex four more times that night. Four fucking times. Any boiling tension remaining between them exploded outward as the two of them went at it like animals, fucking for half the night. After having him explode inside her pussy again, she took his next load on her face and mouth, and then had to bear with him rubbing his cock across her face, when he made her cum five more times in return. He fucked her in the arse twice after that, and this time, she fucked him back with greater vigor, looking to prove to him how she was the best fuck ever.
And by fulling giving herself to him, Emmeline saw no reason to hold back any longer, no longer concerned about overinflating his ego or trying to pretend it was anything but her wanting to get fucked raw by his cock. It all spilled out of her, calling him ‘amazing’ and ‘sex god’ and the ‘best fuck ever’. And then in the heat of passion, with him holding her spreadeagled by her hands and knees, while jackhammering into her, she felt so completely dominated by her sex god that she couldn’t stop herself from screaming out.
“Fuck me! Love! Fuck me! Just keep fucking me! I’m yours. Completely and utterly yours.”
It was pretty shocking, especially given that this was officially the first day she had gotten fucked by his cock, and her words hit her deep within, but she couldn’t find it within herself to care. She had concluded in her head and heart that she needed Harry’s cock, Gideon be damned. It didn’t matter if he was a twisted, scheming, lying, pedophilic son of a bitch, or just a greedy bastard that Harry and Hestia were painting in a bad light. It didn’t matter if she was still officially married to Gideon or that she had a son that was about to leave for Hogwarts in less than two weeks. She had never been fucked like this before, and she’d be damned if she had to keep away from this cock ever again.
The fuck session was long and intense, and nasty, the heated air and even more heated action leaving them a sweaty and exhausted mess at the end of it. When they finally pushed themselves to their limits late into the night, with Harry’s balls completely out of ammo — something she was very glad for. She was almost thinking that his body was just perpetually producing cum every waking moment — nothing bad of course, but it felt great to know that she had perfectly satiated an incubus without any outside aid. It didn’t matter that her whole body felt like a giant, big bruise, or that Harry had cum all over her face, her breasts, her hair, her abdomen, and her back. It didn’t matter if she had his cum streaming out of her mouth, her pussy and her arse, or that at some point, he had shoved his dick right out of her arse into her mouth and she had cleaned it through like a true whore. Her entire body was one thick, nasty mix of cum, sweat and saliva, her shiny flesh sparkling, with his naked weight right above him, his cum contrasting nicely with her tan.
And yet, none of that could shaft the relaxed grin forming on her face.
This was perfect. This was going to be her life now. She would be getting this… every fucking day, if she could help it. Okay, that was not going to happen because of the Quidditch World Cup, and everything that would follow, and then Harry would leave for Hogwarts, leaving only the weekends for them to engage in heated sex. But that was fine. She would overwork herself to death if needed be, just so that she could keep her weekends free for him. Emmeline knew she wasn’t quite being rational, and knew that being with him that way probably meant that she’d probably have to join Hestia in bed, but it didn’t matter. She had never met a man who came anywhere close to some of the things he was capable of, and she had seen enough display of his power and his ability to manipulate others to realise that the future was going to be dictated by Harry Potter, and not by Albus Dumbledore. No doubt this was why Hestia had chosen her side, and now, it was time for her to do the same.
Yes. She had so much time to make up for, and with no reason to hold back anymore, her mind was already cooking up so many wonderful plans to give her sex god everything he wanted — information, resources, help in the psychic arts, and tons of sex. She had no doubt that she was the best he ever had, and she intended to prove it.
No matter the cost.
Her eyes drooped at that thought, and Emmeline surrendered herself into blissful oblivion.
….
….
….
Rejoice! You have become a Lilim!
LILIM - EMMELINE VANCE
AGE - 32
INCUBUS LORD - HARRY POTTER
….
Emmeline woke up, and found herself lying on the bed, her entire body feeling stiff with the dried cum.
That was bloody stupid, she thought. As much as she loved the naughty nature of it last night, it definitely didn’t feel like it. She made a mental note to herself that the next time she’d make it a point to clean up after she and Harry made a mess. Maybe she could leave it on for a while just to enjoy the moment, but she needed to scrub them off before bed. If nothing else, a cleansing charm would do the trick. Her entire body still felt absolutely sore, and a quick tempus charm told her that it was seven in the morning, not quite her usual wake up time, but still late enough, especially since she was technically supposed to be in her room, and not lying pressed underneath Harry Potter, naked and her body laden with dried cum all over. And what was with that stupid dream involving a strange screen and something that called her a….
Her thoughts died, as blank shock pervaded through her entire body. There it was, a floating phantomesque window, with words written on it. Even in her state, Emmeline had enough presence of mind to recognize that it wasn’t exactly a conjuration of the Flagrate charm.
And it said —
Rejoice! You have become a Lilim!
LILIM - EMMELINE VANCE
AGE - 32
INCUBUS LORD - HARRY POTTER
It was like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water upon her head — like that, she was awake and alert. She blinked twice, and several times more, but the apparition didn’t disappear. Instead it floated in front of her, like a strangely futuristic scroll of sorts. She raised her hand, and despite the pain from the nonstop sex last night, she managed to raise it all the way, only to find her hand phasing through it, feeling nothing but air, revealing it to be an illusion.
What magic is this? She wondered, as more information presented itself.
AFFINITY
Transfiguration — 20%
Charms — 39%
Psychomancy (Occlumency) — 67%
Psychomancy (Legilimency) — 72%
Martial Magic — 36%
Spatial Magic — 21%
Magical Analytics — 9%
Alchemy — 16%
“Harry?” she said bleakly, pushing the still sleeping incubus above her. Gently pushing him off her, she twisted her body, ignoring the tremendous ache all over, and gently prodded his sleeping form.
“Whassit?” He murmured.
“Something weird is going on,” she said urgently. “Tell me, do you see this? This thing calls me a Lilim, and you as my Incubus Lord.”
And just like that, Harry’s eyes snapped open.
“It WHAT?”
Emmeline winced, the loud sound hurting her ears. “Don’t you see it? This floating thing? There’s even this list of subjects, with percentages on —” She paused, and then it clicked. “You — you’re not surprised. You know what this is.”
The look on his face told her all she needed.
She pushed herself away, arms crossed as he sat up. “What’s going on, Harry? What kind of crazy illusion is this, and what have you been up to?”
He nervously ran his fingers through his hair. It was a striking difference between the utterly confident, suave bastard that had her number and had turned her into his pet whore. This Harry reminded her of the person she had met the first day — brazen and traumatised about forgetting the dream. No doubt he was sorting through where their relationship stood now, and what he could trust her with, given the light of their previous agreement and her position both as Head Obliviator and a member of the Order of the Phoenix.
“Harry,” she said softly. “I’m on your side. Just like Hestia. I can swear an oath if that will suffice. Hestia was right in choosing you, and I see what she saw in you. You can trust me with this.”
Her words only magnified his tensed expression.
“Alright,” he said at last. “I know you might be a little surprised with what happened, but I swear there’s a perfectly good reason behind this.”
“Good,” said Emmeline, keeping her voice chipper and perky. There was no need to show needless antagonism in such matters, least of all with him. She cocked her head to the side, and waited for him to come up with an appropriate response.
“Well,” he said slowly. “It’s… well, a long and complex story.”
“It better be,” she agreed politely, mentally running through potential simulations about the nature of this illusion floating before her eyes. With a flick of her fingers, her wand shot into her hand, and she began casting all kinds of diagnostic charms, only for them to return negative.
“Or?”
“Or… I suppose if this really has something to do with you, and can be a problem for me, I suppose I’ll be very, very angry.”
“So, you are not very angry now?” he asked, hopefully.
“No, just annoyed and curious.” Both about this strange magic, and the way their relationship dynamics had changed. “What is this thing and how did you pull it off?”
“Uh, why don’t you tell me what you know about it, for a start?”
She glared at him.
“I’ve got a good reason for this. Trust me.”
“It better be,” she murmured, narrowed her eyes. “I was jolted awake from my sleep, and I saw this floating screen before my eyes, describing me as, of all things, your Lilim. Now I know that you’re an incubus, and all the fuckery that is your Lecherous Shrine, but I don’t remember getting turned into a succubus myself.”
“And it listed your magical affinities in terms of percentages,right?”
“Yes.”
“And… those percentages are an appropriate estimation of your skill in those disciplines?”
Her eyes narrowed further. “Most of them, yes. I have never studied Alchemy, so I do not know if I do have a 16% affinity for it.” She paused, and put her hands on her waist. “What is going on, Harry? You are powerful, I know it. Perhaps as much as Albus Dumbledore or even the Dark Lord. But you’re also just a third-year passout. Is this another of the Dark Lord’s skills that you’ve been syphoning through that cursed scar of yours?”
Before he could answer, she spoke again. “And I do not want to even consider the possibility that, cursed scar or not, you’re so deep into the Dark Arts that you can pull a dark hex on me using Representational Magic. Yes, we’ve been here all night, and despite my surrendering to your prowess in bed, I do not think even you can pull off a temporally - delayed enchantment without your wand either. Not to mention I am a sixth-level Occlumens, and despite it, I cannot stop this illusion from affecting my mind. I can only imagine that it has something to do with Lecherous Shrine, since it’s the only thing capable of bypassing my defences. Is that what’s causing this?”
Yes, he was great in bed. Yes, Emmeline had chosen him over the Order. Yes, the fact that she was married and had a child didn’t even register before his cock. But that didn’t mean she thought with her cunt, not in these cases. If she wasn’t satisfied by his explanation, this could and would ratchet up from ‘extremely bad’ to ‘time bomb ticking the final seconds’.
“Well?”
He closed his eyes, exhaled, and then opened them, meeting her gaze with a pleading look that came out as a grimace. Admittedly, not the best start. “Things are a lot more complicated than they look. And it is kind of the reason why I am like this, and not the third-year passout that you’d have expected.”
“Fine,” Emmeline huffed, crossing her arms again. “But this better be one hell of an explanation,” she snapped. “If it doesn’t involve something like advanced magitech, demonic powers, potential time-travel or maybe the end of the world, or something along those lines, then I’m still going to be angry.”
“You know,” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Actually…”
Comments
KristofferXxXxX
I agree with jp9901, stick with the time traveller story like Harry did with Hestia. It works wonder for anyone who Harry is close to!
Alatoic
Damn, she fall fast. was really, really represed.
