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🕑 Added 2023-10-26 13:23:36 +0000 UTC“Ugh!” grunted Emmeline. “You men are all the same. Obsessed with boobs. Hnngh!”
She let out a groan, as I kept sucking on her tits, still pumping my dick into her eager snatch. We were now on the ground, and Emmeline had transfigured a bed on the floor for us to continue what was the second session of our fuckathon. The cloaking spell had long vanished, and neither Emmeline nor I really cared for putting it back up. The forest was completely empty with not a soul around us either way.
“Mmmm…. What can I say? They are pretty perfect,” I pointed out, pulling my lips from her breasts for a moment to admit this before resuming slurping on her nipples.
“I know,” she admitted with a half grin, as I switched nipples, giving the other one the same treatment, and without thought, she rested her hand on the back of my head, keeping me in place as I hungrily nursed her puppies. “That’s… mmm… feels good,” she sighed. “Almost takes me back to the time when my son used to suck on them.”
“Don’t tell me you got aroused by your own son’s sucking.”
“What? No! Get your head out of the gutter!”
“You’re the one who mentioned it. Why is it my fault?” I asked her, grinning wolfishly, flicking my tongue across her stiff nipple. “If you want, we can do a nice little fantasy playacting. I’ll even call you Mommy.”
Emmeline pushed me away, glaring.
I laughed, and grabbed her by her waist and pulled her close. At least she was no longer trying to pretend that this was anything but for her sexual satisfaction. And my recent display of raw power —- something I had gained since my evolution to Incubus Lord, had thoroughly impressed the woman enough to stop fibbing and treat me like a partner, if only for her sexual pleasure.
I took the rubbery nub into my mouth, and bit down on it lightly, sending an electric bolt through her body. She hissed, and tried to push me back, and that only hurt her more, her body spasming as I teased the nipple with my teeth.
“Ugh! Fine! Yes! I’ve always felt a little aroused at having my nipples sucked. Even back then. But I had just suppressed those feelings without effort, but your stupid incubus powers made things go awry.”
I pulled back and met her eyes.
“Do you hate it?” I asked genuinely. “Whatever happened between us, the Shrine, the arrangement, all this, do you really hate it?”
“Do I hate it that I was manipulated and humiliated inside your mind? Yes. Do I truly blame you for it? No. I was the idiot that chose to walk in, and reverse psychology or not, Other-You warned me from getting into that place. I chose to step into that room, and even after knowing that it was Narcissa Malfoy’s memory playing out, and what was about to happen, I didn’t leave it right then. I could have, but I didn’t. I — I wanted the memory so bad, and Other-You played upon my pride, and ended up humiliating me. What was worse? I willingly let him do that to me, so I can’t even say that he raped me or anything.”
“If it helps, I apologise for that.”
“I do not blame you for that, Harry Potter,” she said softly, her hand slowly inching downward at the point where our bodies met, and caressed the lower part of my cock softly, rubbing her hand with the juices on its surface. “If anything, I am truly glad that you have been so mature about the entire thing. You — Any other person in your place would’ve taken advantage of me and fucked me, and then blackmailed me with it.”
I laughed. “Really? If I had tried to blackmail you, you’d have stunned, bound, petrified me with a single flick of your wand, and then obliviated the shit out of me.”
She giggled. “You do place my abilities on a rather high pedestal, don’t you, Harry Potter?”
“Just Harry is fine,” I told her. “And why wouldn’t I? Hestia respects you, and I respect Hestia. By extension, I respect the fuck out of you.”
“Doesn’t stop you from treating me like a slut.”
“My respect for you is for your psychic skills, not your ability in bed.”
“Wow,” she rolled her eyes. “You really know how to make a woman feel special.”
“I keep the special compliments reserved for those that are honest about their feelings.”
Emmeline opened her mouth to retort, but chose to scowl instead.
“Fine,” she spat out. “You’ve the biggest and best fucking cock I’ve ever seen. Yes, my husband is absolutely unimaginative in bed, and the few times we have made love, it has been in missionary style. Two minutes at best, and then he was done, leaving me to pleasure myself to an orgasm. It didn’t help that he is way too obsessed with the Abbott regency, and grooming Hannah. I suppose that takes a whole new meaning, considering he was also using her as his sexual outlet. I simply cannot believe that Gideon —”
“Is a backstabbing, pedophilic arsehole that probably conspired in the deaths of his father and brother?” I offered. “I imagine that’s what you’re trying to find now. Isn’t that why you’re spending time at the Abbott Manor? Hestia told me that you prefer to live at the Vance estate.”
“I am the Lady of House Vance,” she said proudly. “And as an Ancient family, we rank higher than the Abbotts. But what about you?” She asked. “In the spirit of reciprocation, how do…. I feel compared to Narcissa Malfoy?”
“Oh, feeling territorial already, are you?” I asked, noticing how skillfully she avoided answering my question with a baited question of her own. “But don’t worry. I won’t ditch you.”
“Huh. As if you’d ever get another chance at my body. I’ve had my orgasm, and for all you know, I might never even feel the urge to have sex with you again.”
“Oh?” I asked. “Then what are we doing now?”
Her lips twisted. “Has your memory failed you, Potter? This isn’t about sex. It’s about proving if you’re anything more than a fluke.”
This woman….
“What if I get lucky again?”
“Oh?” She asked, arching her brow. “Is that an admission, Potter? That this was nothing more than a lucky spell?”
I sped up my pumping, and she hissed softly. “Just speaking hypothetically. What if I make you cum again? Would that be luck, or my skill?”
Her lips twisted. “Why don’t we actually get to that point and find out? Talk is cheap.”
“Touche,” I said, and began moving in harder and harder. I pushed her legs up in the air, and was pistoning directly into her, her breasts jumping to and fro with each thrust. Her cunt was spasming around my pole, clearly delighting in the action. But Emmeline was still too stubborn to admit that she had already fallen in love with my cock, even if her walls were contracting against my cock from all sides.
“I think I’m going to make you cum again, Emmeline. And that too, before I cum.”
“No you’re not,” she said, closing her eyes, and shaking her head, eyes screwed shut, her hands lovingly embracing my biceps as I pressed against her, her pussy hungrily swallowing my full length every single time, squeezing it hard, not wanting to release it. It wanted to cum, and it would override her stubbornness to do it. I was on top of her, and she wasn’t in any position to escape her predicament. Her legs were spread wide, and raised above, her entire body drenched in sweat and cum, and escape was the last thing in her mind.
“You’re such a stubborn bitch, Emmeline,” I told her. “You know what? You deserve to be treated like one.”
I pulled out of her, and she instantly dropped her legs down, offering no resistance as I turned her to lie down on her stomach, before I grabbed her arse and pulled it upwards, smacking it for good measure. Emmeline lay on the ground, half-raised, her arse ready to be served on a platter to my hungry cock.
The next second, I was deep within her all over again.
“Ugh…. fuck!” she groaned, eyes still closed, too lost in the waves of pleasure I was inflicting upon her to speak coherently. I grabbed her hair, and pulled it back, eliciting a hiss of pain from her. But before she could yell at me, I had already gotten her on all four limbs, with her long hair tightly spun around my right hand, with my cock lodged into her pussy from behind.
And then I smacked her arse with my left hand.
“UGH!” She grunted. “Monster!”
And then I began pistoning.
“Ugh… ugh… fuck… fuck… fuck…” she chanted.
“You like this, Emmeline?” I asked her, laughing. “You like being treated like a bitch?” I reached forward and slapped her right breast, eliciting another grunt of pain from her. Emmeline tried to pull back but instead ended up sitting straighter, her boobs oscillating like pendulums in front of her, as I kept hammering against her behind.
Like a good little dog.
“More… more…” she groaned, her cunt squeezing.
Naturally, I obliged.
“OH! Merlin! My! Cunt! Lose! Ugh!” she kept muttering in the middle of a steady ‘NO! NO! NO!’, AND ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ and the occasional ‘Ugh! Fuck!’ noises. She looked up to the canopied sky, her delicious form vibrating with need, she screamed, barely able to contain it anymore.
“FUCK! I LOVE YOUR COCK! HOW DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS?”
I pulled my cock out of her, and right then, her juices began to gush out of her, a powerful rush of squirt forced out of her, landing all over my abdomen and dripping down my legs. It lasted for several seconds, her cum spraying out on my cock that was hovering inches away from her. Her admitting that she loved my cock gave it a mind-melting oomph that got me even more ready to continue.
Like a defibrillator shocking someone’s heart to life, Emmeline’s eyes were now wide open, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths as she looked back at me with true, genuine shock at what I had just accomplished.
“You…” she croaked. “You have yet to cum.”
I smiled. “I know. I just wanted to make sure you came first. That was important.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “You have to cum. I’ll make you cum. No matter what you need to do, do it. Fuck me with that beautiful cock. Fuck me as hard as you need to. I’m so ready. I can take it! That fucking cunt can take it. Don’t you dare think that I can’t handle it. Make me scream! Just… Even if I cum ten more times, you keep fucking me until you cum, got that?”
That was certainly a wide shift in her behaviour. Needing no more invitation, I lowered myself into her again, driving my tool into her ready hole. I grabbed her breasts with both hands, and pressed myself against her. Emmeline moaned against my weight, her breasts flattening against the bed. Without any preamble, I spun around, falling on my back, with her lying above me, my hands mauling her breasts while my cock pistoned in and out of her pussy, with her sweaty, naked body up for everyone to see.
“Oh! Oh my! You’re hitting it right at the spot!” she sighed heatedly. “Wreck my pussy! Pound it!”
Her pussy was spasming. Her juices were broiling. “Don’t — don’t stop! Just don’t stop! I can cum one more time! I can! Oh! Oh! YESSS!”
Emmeline squealed, her pussy clenching inhumanly, as she squirted for a third time in a row, her juices slipping down my cock as I kept pounding her mid-orgasm. Her body was shaking, and she was yelling out all sorts of profanity, throwing her legs around like a madwoman, but I kept holding her by her breasts and pounding her pussy. Finally after what felt like an eternity, her hands and legs fell down limply, and she lost all her strength, lying above me like a dead body.
“The Lady Vance,” I snorted, “lying naked above me, being fucked like a whore.”
“Shut up!” She snapped, but the heat in her voice was missing. “Don’t speak of me like that. I —”
“Talk too much,” I said, and grabbed her chin with my right hand and pulled her head downward until it reached my lips and kissed her. Hard. Only this time, our mouths formed a tight seal as soon as they met, and just as quickly, our tongues were all over each other. Duelling, swirling around each other, swapping spit and passion with an intensity that surprised me. Lips pressed against lips, cheeks hollowed, this was no romantic gesture. This was crazed, hungry lust, and us two lovers were feeding off each other. Less than an hour ago, she was in denial. Now? Her tongue was down my throat, her pussy swallowing my cock every time I plunged into her.
Naturally, the Screen decided to intervene in this moment of passion with a notification. And I couldn’t even blame it this time, because we were really burning for oxygen. Emmeline pulled back and gave me a fucked-stupid smile, while I took the moment to check the notification.
World Anchor – Emmeline Vance has gone up by 47%
Gained Affinities from World Anchor — Emmeline Vance
Psychomancy (Legilimency) +17%
Psychomancy (Occlumency) +12%
Charms +6%
You’ve gained a Perk!
Forty-seven percent? That was… massive. One thing that my time in this world had taught me was that whenever world anchors jumped skyhigh, it was always because of a special trigger within the anchor herself. Hestia had gone up when she had sworn herself to me via the Unbreakable Vow, as had Hermione. Amelia had soared all the way to a hundred when I had conquered her.
But Emmeline?
It couldn’t have been because of her husband, because then her anchorage would have risen when I had first mentioned it. I had no doubt that her original 26% anchorage was partly because of her knowledge of me being the Boy-Who-Lived, and her findings inside Lecherous Shrine, and everything else that had transpired that night, courtesy of the Horcrux. But then this sudden rise could only be attributed to —
I felt a foreign presence trying its way in, and blinked.
I scowled at her. “That was uncalled for.”
Emmeline grinned softly. “You are fucking me, Harry. I refuse to allow you to think of anything else while you’re doing that. I am a Vance. I deserve nothing but your undivided attention.”
“Gee! Next thing I know you’ll probably be proposing marriage.”
Her cheeks went red. “You’re too young for me, Potter.”
I looked at her flushed face, her sweaty body, her mauled breasts, and then craned my neck downwards to look at the place where my cock was still lodged inside her pussy.
“Yeah, I can see that.”
She blushed crimson. “You know what I mean. And plus, I’m married, Potter. And I have a child.”
“Somehow that doesn’t seem like it will stop the more important things.”
“Oh? And what are those?”
“You, me, continuing this thing. I mean, it’s practically written on your face that you’re addicted to my cock now. You know it, I know it, and you know I know it.”
“I — I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”
I snorted. “Of course. So, I made you cum. Thrice. What will you call it? Skill, Luck or a bit of both?”
“I still think it’s luck,” she said, giggling as she did. “I mean, I was already pent up since yesterday. It’s only natural that I’d get those orgasms out first. You’ve got a good cock, and you have some skill at using it, but don’t think that you are some kind of sex god, Potter.”
“Makes sense,” I told her. “But I will be. And then I will manifest the Lecherous Shrine.”
“Haha! That! Your Other-self is going to be up for a nasty surprise. Next time, I’m going to outfuck him, and the best part? You are helping me get there.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.” she grinned. “But make no mistake. Emmeline Vance always pays her debts. You made me cum thrice, while I only brought you to orgasm once. I will maintain the balance. Even if it requires me to let you fuck me until you cum two more times.”
She gave me a pointed look, her tone getting heavier as she said this.
“Whatever you say, Emmeline,” I said with a chuckle.
It was no longer about some silly experiment, or denial. No, it was quite simple. This was Emmeline’s way of asking for continuing having sex without actively asking for it. She had demanded me to make her cum once, and she had challenged me to do so again, and once I succeeded, she added the new excuse of maintaining a balance, as if it were some ‘debt’ that she had incurred.
Freaking purebloods! They couldn’t even admit they wanted to fuck without bringing their damned pride into this.
But that was fine. Two could play this game.
“That makes sense,” I murmured, pretending to think about her suggestion. “There’s just one problem. What if you cum before me again?”
Much to my surprise, she pulled me into another lewd lip-lock, mouths smacking together, tongues toying with each other, her spit leaking on my chin as she forced her tongue into my mouth.
“I make good on my promises,” she said, her hand slowly rising up and caressing my cheek. “If that happens, I will let you fuck me again and again, until we are done.”
I smiled. “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep, Lady Vance. Do not forget, I’m an incubus. I can go on and on and on. The two of us are likely to stay here for the next few days if that is to happen.”
“Hmmm,” she said, frowning. “That does present quite a problem. What do you suggest?”
“Perhaps a change of venue is in order?” I offered with a sly grin. “I came in your mouth, but your pussy is yet to coax my cock to cum. Perhaps, we can try the alternative option?”
“You want to facefuck me again?”
My grin widened. “I meant the alternative that we haven’t tried.”
It took a moment for the realisation to actually hit her. “You — you mean —”
“Your arsehole.”
“Uh, I’ve never —”
“An anal virgin?” I laughed. “The great Lady Vance has never had anyone creampie inside her backdoor?”
“It’s inappropriate!” She scoffed. “A man’s dick is supposed to get into a woman’s cunt. That’s the natural order of things. The rectum is a place to excrete, not get a beater’s bat plug and ram it like some neanderthal.”
I laughed. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”
“Sorry! Not happening!”
“Why not?”
“What do you — Listen, Harry Potter! I might have been very accommodating all this time, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll just go along with whatever deviance you have in mind. Sex demon or not, you’re the Lord of a Noble and Most Ancient House. Act like it.”
I narrowed my eyes. What new side of her had I come across? “Well, if I’m not getting your arse, then I’ve no interest in your pussy. And you can forget our arrangement goodbye.”
Let’s see how she deals with that.
Pulling herself away, Emmeline looked at me in blank shock. “What — what’s going on? Why are you acting like this? We had an arrangement. You cannot act in bad faith like this.”
“You heard me, Emmeline,” I told her coolly. I was willing to play it by the ear and let her have what she wanted under the pretence of denial, but we both knew her true feelings. But I had to draw a line between being accommodating and just being a pushover, or else the situation might just go out of control, like it had gotten with Amelia.
“The arrangement was about me humiliating you. But so far, all I’ve done is accommodate you. You wanted it to happen on a weekly basis to develop resistance, yet you all but forced me to fuck you just a day later. You were so horny that you forced me to fuck you here in this middle of the forest like a barbarian. And since then, you’ve been the one that’s been asking one thing after another. Well guess what, Lady Vance, this isn't supposed to be about you. This is about me. I decide what to do, and how to do it, and your job is to accept it without question, and the only time you should open your mouth is to say, ‘Thank you, sir, may I have another?’”
Emmeline looked like she had been slapped.
“So no, if anything, it’s you who’s been acting in bad faith.”
“Harry —”
“No,” I said, pushing myself to stand up, but she pushed me down, and pushed herself against me, forcing her lips onto mine. I grabbed her face and pushed her back, slapping her hands away from my body. “I’m not your boy toy, Emmeline Vance. We’re done.”
“Please, Harry,” she begged, grabbing my legs and dragging her hand all the way to my waist. Her desperation was vivid, and the way her fingers were grabbing my cock, and rubbing it up and down was proof how deeply she had fallen into my web of seduction and pleasure. “Please, Harry, do not do this. You can fuck me over and over! Spank me! Pull my hair. Treat me like a bitch and make me scream. Please, Harry, please —”
I looked down on her, an unrelenting judge looking at a convict he was about to sentence.
“Then let me fuck your arsehole.”
Her face was quickly changing colours from red to purple to red again.
“Please!” She begged. “No! Please! Anything but that! It’s — it’s inappropriate! Harry please, fuck my pussy! You can even cum in my pussy, in my mouth, on my face, anywhere you want.”
Still so stubborn.
“I want to cum in your arse.”
“Please, Harry! Don’t do this! Please don’t ask this of me. I can’t — I can’t —”
I had enough. Pushing myself off the transfigured bed, I gave her an even look, as I summoned my wand, and cleansed myself. “Well then, that’s your decision. And you know mine.”
“Harry—” Emmeline put her hands on my chest, her voice burning with need and desperation. “Harry please, let’s just fuck! Let;’s just —”
“I said I AM DONE!”
Emmeline flinched, and staggered back.
“I am done,” I told her, my voice colder than a glacier. “Clean yourself, get dressed and prepare to leave. Go back to your small-dicked, unimaginative rapist of a husband. I imagine that’s all you’ve got to stay content with from now on.”
And with that, I put my clothes on, and started walking back to the manor, leaving a naked, and absolutely devastated Emmeline Vance behind.
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Dinner at Greengrass Manor was strangely a humdrum affair. To my surprise, both Broderick and Gideon were busy in a private meeting, and had their meals delivered to the meeting room. Less surprisingly, Emmeline hadn’t showed up, choosing to eat her dinner in her room as well. That meant me sitting at dinner with Hestia, Anastasia and most importantly, Daphne, who kept glancing at me whenever she thought I wasn’t looking. There were times when our eyes met, but then she’d look away, and focus on the dinner. Neither the Lady nor her daughter seemed to have any interest in conversation, except the bare minimum. Daphne was the first to finish, and excused herself to her bedroom upstairs. Anastasia confirmed our meeting due the next morning, and we agreed to meet in the eastern courtyard after breakfast. She claimed that she usually spent a lot of time tending the sunflowers and her collection of fire seed plants every morning, and it would be best if I could schedule our talk while she tended to her plants.
With that sorted, both me and Hestia retired to my room. Her room was technically next to mine, and while she did have the excruciating job of going through the property papers of Phyllida Greenhouses, she deserved a nice little relaxing break before that.
“Well…” said Hestia, closing the door, and casting silencing charms. “So far, so good.”
“Have you sent it?”
She arched an eyebrow.
“Right. You have.”
She smiled, and stepped up to me, and her lips met mine, our tongues probing into each other’s mouths. Hestia had become more comfortable with kissing me after coming to terms with my status as a ‘time-traveller’ and becoming my Lilim. Whilst before she had been focussed on sex and humiliation, becoming a Lilim had seemingly unlocked her desires to make out with me, as would a lover.
I could feel her hard nipples against my shirt-clad chest. She grabbed my right hand and pulled it down and pressed my fingers into her skirt, and against her wet panties.
“Is someone feeling a bit horny tonight?”
She pulled back and rolled her eyes. “Unlike someone, I didn’t spend my entire evening fucking to my heart’s content. I never imagined Emmeline to be such a….”
“Such a….?”
“Ugh, you know. Insatiable. Regardless of whatever happened, she’s… she’s too infatuated with you. Merlin, she could hardly stand properly. Just how long did you two keep going?”
“Long enough,” I told her. “And then she decided to be stubborn, and I might have gotten angry at her, and left her hanging.”
She scowled. “Harry, you know you’re the most important thing in my life, right?”
“Yes?”
“And you know that I’ll always choose you over anyone else?”
“Yes.”
“Then respect my wishes when I tell you this. Please don’t be so harsh on Emmeline. She’s already under… you know, and whatever happened inside that fucked up place you call a mindscape. Emmeline’s strong, but with all the revelations, she’s kinda frail right now. Please don’t force her too much.”
I cocked my head to one side. “And you’re saying this… why exactly? Are you blaming yourself again?”
“You know I am,” admitted Hestia. “If I had to do it again, I would. But that doesn’t mean I like what I had to do. Please, I won’t ask this of you for anyone else. But Emmeline, she’s….”
“Alright.”
“She mentored me, and she came to your place to help you and all, so when I — wait, did you just agree?”
“I believe I said yes.”
She blinked. “Oh.”
“Surprised?” I asked, grinning.
Hestia tilted her head, giving me a soft smile. “Not really. You’re an arsehole, but you’re not a bad person, Harry. Which is more than what I can say for most. As much as I resent it, I cannot help but think whatever happened was for the best.”
“Now all we’ve got to do is wait and hope Amelia plays her part.”
Hestia ran her fingers through her hair. “I still cannot believe that you fucked Amelia freaking Bones over the weekend.”
“That feels like an oversimplification.”
“It is,” muttered Hestia, no doubt thinking of the pensieve memories I had shared with her. “It definitely is.”
I chuckled. I had come clear with my plan about the Greengrasses with Hestia last night. Quite naturally, she had vocally called my entire plan suicidal and outright stupid, especially with so much hinging upon the seduction of Broderick’s wife, and the other half resting on the anal-retentive, rule-following uppity bitch that was Amelia Bones. She had laughed at my face when I had told her that Amelia was on my side, and was manipulating the DMLE inquisition on Greengrass’s assets. She told me that either I was a fool for believing that Amelia Bones could be manipulated so easily, or an even bigger fool for believing that I had gotten the Queen bitch of the British Ministry to play fetch whenever I wanted her to.
Then I told her exactly what had transpired at the Bones mansion.
Her mouth had fallen open, and then she had demanded me to show her a pensive memory of the event.
Her expression had been absolutely beautiful to watch.
“I can only picture what Hermione might think when she gets to know that. Poor girl thinks that you probably seduced Susan and arranged a betrothal with her by playing the nobility card.”
I chagrined. Hermione was, in many ways, the most innocent in my group. And I wanted things to stay that way for as long as possible. God knows, she’d be in a hell of trouble if her werewolf curse mutated and became something really dangerous because of the necromantic energy’s effects.
“First Narcissa Malfoy, then Cynthia Abbott, Amelia Bones and now Emmeline Vance. And now, you’re aiming for Lady Greengrass. MILFs, Harry?”
“Harry Potter, MILF-Hunter,” I said, scratching my stubble. “Yeah, it’s got a certain ring to that.”
Hestia snorted. “Good thing my mum is already dead and gone. Merlin knows you’d have gone after her next.” Then her eyes went wide. “Please don’t tell me you’d go after Tonks’s mum Andromeda. I know she’s Narcissa Malfoy’s elder sister.”
“You don’t want me too? And here I was thinking of trying to get the entire Black family set. Perhaps I should plan on freeing Bellatrix Lestrange, and seducing her away from Voldemort. It’d be quite entertaining to see him face her off in battle.”
“Could you do that?”
Her curious tone told me that she wasn’t really joking anymore. More importantly — was I?
“Harry?” She repeated. “Can you? You know… do that?”
I gave her a half-shrug. “I… I don’t know. I can seduce every woman out there, Occlumens or not. Amelia, Narcissa and Emmeline are proof of that. And I doubt Bellatrix has any semblance of mental defences left after all those years at Azkaban. Maybe if I am able to manifest Lecherous Shrine and learn to truly tap into its myriad powers ....”
“I need to really sit down with Hermione and get that list done. The sooner you achieve that Shrine, the better. I think Hermione’s already making notes about potential experiments to better understand Lecherous Shrine and your Incubus Lord powers. If you could really get Bellatrix Lestrange then — then apart from snatching her from the Dark Lord, you’d even gain Hufflepuff’s Cup, and destroy that horcrux.”
Yeah that too. Assuming it wasn’t one of the things that happened differently in this fucked up version of HP universe.
“I guess I can try,” I told her in no certain terms. “You realise that means breaking into Azkaban prison and I’ve heard of only one person that did that, and he’s dead.”
“Yes, but —”
There was a knock on the door.
“Who’s it?” I called out.
“It’s…. Me,” came Emmeline’s voice.
Hestia looked at me knowingly. “I suppose I should leave, Harry. Best not to keep her waiting.”
“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”
She kissed me again. “That’s sweet of you, but as a Lilim, I need to ensure my Lord is most protected. Who knows? Maybe Emmeline will be your next Lilim. And then we can protect you together. Though… if you really want to make it up to me, might I ask for a small favour?”
And then she came close and whispered her demand in my ear, and pulled back, giggling like a schoolgirl.
I arched an eyebrow. “Seriously? That’s what you want?”
“Are you going to do it, or not?”
“I mean, I guess, yeah, but what if she…. You know…”
“Well then,” she licked her lips. “I guess I’ll have something to look forward to first thing in the morning.”
I blushed. “Square deal.”
She kissed me one last time, and turned around and walked off to the door, opening it wide.
“Ah, Hestia, you —”
“Hi Emmeline,” she said brightly. “Are you feeling better now? I didn’t see you at dinner.”
“Y— Yes, I was feeling a bit ill,” the woman replied, clearly flustered. “I just wanted to say that both Broderick and Gideon had to suddenly leave, for an unavoidable circumstance, and it will be a day or two before they return. Gideon asked me to be here, as a chaperone, if needed.”
“That’s… nice, I suppose,” I heard Hestia say, before my sexy secretary craned her head back to look at me in amusement. “I guess that settles it.”
“It does,” I yelled back.
“What are you talking about?” Emmeline asked.
“Oh nothing,” said Hestia, shaking her head. “Just an inside joke. Anyway, I must be off. He’s all yours.”
With that, Hestia stepped out and left for her room, leaving Emmeline standing at the door, looking at me with a cute, flustered expression on her face.
