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SD: CH90 - In Denial Part 1
🕑 Added 2023-10-15 19:23:43 +0000 UTC“That was quite the stunt you pulled off,” said Emmeline. “I did not think you’d be so reckless.”
I put on my ‘confused’ face as I walked next to her. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”
She scoffed at me, and I realised Emmeline was quite attractive when she’s perturbed. Not that she isn’t otherwise. “Of course you don’t. We both know that you’ve something planned for Anastasia. Maybe you even came to this meeting with something in mind. As an incubus —”
“I’m not just an incubus, Lady Vance. I’m also a wizard, and the last Potter. And believe it or not, I am actually interested in acquiring Phyllida Greenhouses.”
“I cast an eavesdropping charm on Hestia during the meeting. And yes, she knows. I know that Broderick is only ‘loaning’ the property off to you for a time being to escape criminal prosecution. And I don’t think for a second that you’re dimwitted enough to not recognise that.”
“Even a dimwit would know that,” I told her softly. “Mr. Greengrass did not hide that part during the negotiations. It’s an under-the-table deal. Plain and simple. Both of us get what we want.”
“And the Harry Potter I met the other night did not feel like the sort of person who’d engage in under-the-table business with a crook for some profit.”
“I wouldn’t hold it against you for being a poor judge of character.”
Emmeline stiffened at that for a second.
Weird.
“What are you really up to, Harry?” She asked, not even bothering with the formalities. “You know I swore an oath back at your place. Your secrets are safe with me.”
I wanted to call her on that lie, but didn’t. That would give Hestia away. Emmeline knew that Hestia was on my side, but she still believed that Hestia was not completely cut off from the Order. Or from her, for that matter.
“Just because you can be trusted, doesn’t mean I have to trust you, Emmeline.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“There is a reason why I approached your husband about this deal, and yes, I know that behind the smiles and the camaraderie, Broderick and your husband are a pair of hungry jackals that are eyeing a particularly juicy gazelle that goes around by the name Harry Potter. Do I think that it’s because I’m the Boy-Who-Lived and they are Death Eaters, or potential sympathisers? No. Or if that’s even a possibility, I’d say the chances of that happening are pretty low, because very few people actually know anything about Voldemort being out there. Do I think they’re treating me as a golden goose with the Potter fortune to drain away, so long as they gain my trust? Absolutely. Do I think they’d try to chain me in all kinds of associations, which might or might not include their daughter? Well, again, possible. We’ll just have to see.”
“You think Broderick will chain you using his eldest daughter,” murmured Emmeline, arching an eyebrow. “That’s quite the leap in logic.”
“Is it?” I asked. “Daphne and Astoria are sisters, and yet, I don’t see Astoria around.”
“Perhaps she’s out with friends.”
“When Harry fucking Potter visits their household? I don’t think so. No, Astoria’s supposed to be married to Draco Malfoy, or at least, that’s the ongoing plan. Unless, I suppose, Pansy Parkinson gets her chance first. No wonder Broderick tried to sic Daphne on me. It was too unsubtle for anything otherwise.”
“A man uses you to get the DMLE off his back, and you somehow connect it to him giving you his daughter’s hand in marriage. Big head, much?”
I grinned. “Not at all. And the answer for that is four short words — I am Harry Potter. And I doubt you missed his reaction when I mentioned the basilisk sales. Broderick Greengrass is, after all said and done, a greedy bastard, a trait he shares with your dearest husband, given how he’s conspiring against me with his friend.”
Emmeline clenched her jaw.
“But unlike Gideon, Broderick isn’t much of a planner. He’s a doer. I don’t think I have to tell you how he turns to Gideon for every small thing. Just give him a green bowler hat and that man could imitate Cornelius Fudge on a good day. He uses his wife as a resource, and so is his daughter. The beautiful property, the serene facade, all of this is nothing but a trap to ensnare others. Classic fanged geranium scenario.”
I snorted. “Yes, I’m helping him with this mess over Phyllida. But you think he’s going to stop there. I’ll bet you every single galleon in my vault that he’s going to do his best to attach his eldest with him, at least on a temporary basis. And it will most likely end up in the Prophet, along with a photograph of me working actively with Greengrass Exports, with Broderick taking up the role of a seasoned businessman helping a jolly young lad trying his luck at business.”
She laughed this time.”I believe you’re becoming more dangerous with every passing second, Harry.”
“You’ll find I’m full of surprises.”
“That you are. And you seem to know an awful lot about Broderick Greengrass. One might imagine you’ve almost obsessively studied him.”
“First rule of magic. Always be the smartest guy in the room.”
“And what is the smartest guy planning to do with Anastasia Greengrass?”
I blinked. “Nothing. I just want to pick her brains and talk to her. Broderick’s like a nasty bulldog. Ten galleons says that not only does Anastasia maintain the beauty of the entire mansion, she’s also the brains behind Greengrass Exports. At least in the production sector.”
“I really doubt Broderick would allow you to steal his wife’s brains. You are, after all, his competition.”
“Am I, really?”
“Sleekeazy is one of the few companies that offer a challenge to Greengrass Exports.”
“And how much of Broderick’s wealth is from Greengrass Exports?”
Emmeline opened her mouth, but then closed it.
I smiled. “I might not look it, but I do my homework. Regardless of whatever happened between us, I respect and value your skills a lot. But do not think I’m an idiot.”
“That you are not,” she said, an odd expression floating on her face.
We had now reached close to the end of the ward line and just had entered the oak plantations. I turned back, and the only thing I could see about the mansion was a large, greyish blur.
“It was… surprising,” I said. “Meeting you at the Abbott mansion. After all that I told you, I didn’t expect —”
“Expect what?”
“Expect to see you there,” I admitted. “You don’t look the type to immediately charge Gideon over what I told you. No, you’re the type to wait and process everything, gather every bit of information you can about what I told you, and double check it for any potential biases. Only when you’d have conclusive evidence would you go ahead and charge him about it, assuming that you don’t call for Aurors first and get him into custody.”
“Oh?” said Emmeline, curling her lips. “You think you know me that well? From a single night?”
“No, but I know Hestia, and that’s what Hestia would do. And you are her mentor. A teacher’s natural proclivity is to shape the student in her image.”
Whatever she had expected me to say, that wasn’t it. We kept walking through the plantation, with nothing but thick oak trunks all around us, and a canopy so thick that it was almost dark. Another five minutes, and we’d probably need a lighting charm to see the path ahead.
“You… you’re nothing like I imagined, Potter,” she admitted. “And that’s discounting whatever happened the other night.”
“You keep mentioning it,” I said as casually as possible. “Thinking about it too much?”
“...What?” she asked, slightly flushed. “No, it — it isn’t like that. You’ve to understand, Potter. Whatever happened earlier… it wasn’t natural. As an obliviator and an accomplished Occlumens, I’m merely trying to quench my academic interest.”
“Academic,” I smirked. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”
“From an Occlumens’ point of view,” said Emmeline, doing her best to hide her embarrassment. “Everything is academic. And you don’t get to comment about it, Harry Potter. I fought past my embarrassment and asked a guy half my age to fuck me, and you sent me packing home, raunchy and utterly bothered.”
“That shouldn’t have been a problem,” I teased her. “I mean, you do have a husband. Tell me, is he truly not up to the task?”
“That’s none of your business!” she snapped back, quickly — a bit too quickly.
“Oh dear, I seem to have touched a nerve. Perhaps I should spend more time with you during our stay here. Maybe that will encourage him to give you a little more attention?”
“I have no need for attention from someone that — that —”
“Fucks his own niece under the pretext of grooming her for her Ladyship?”
Emmeline scowled. “...Yes.”
“You look angry,” I told her. “You’re keeping it very well wrapped up behind those fantastic Occlumency shields, but anyone with eyes can see that you’re coiled up tighter than twenty clock springs.”
“Excuse me—”
“You’re nervous, and angry, and scared because you can’t really understand what you want to do, and you’re about to explode with the need to have sex with something. I’ve met guys fresh out of prison that aren’t bursting at the seams as hard as you.”
“Oh?” she snapped. “Friends with ex-Azkaban convicts, are you?”
It took me a second to recognize that minor slip. “No,” I told her. “But I’ve met Sirius Black, and he was stuck there for fourteen years. Then again, those dementors probably snuff the stiffness out of your tool.”
“Crass,” she said, scowling. “And you don’t get to talk, Harry Potter. Not after what you did to me.”
“What I did to you?”
“Yes,” said Emmeline. She was losing control now, giving the way she was beginning to snap at me. I didn’t know if it was the topic of conversation or the fact that we were practically standing in the middle of a dense oak plantation with no one around for at least a mile, and she could safely unleash her frustration without anyone knowing any better.
“You don’t get to hold the high ground here, Harry Potter. You manipulated me to leave, and I understand your concerns but… I — I got so desperate that I touched myself!”
“What?” I asked, widening my eyes dramatically. “The esteemed Lady Vance touching herself? I thought respectable pureblooded witches didn’t do that kind of thing.”
“They don’t! But you left me with no choice.”
“Personally, I think you’re protesting too much. It happened the night before yesterday. One day. Twenty four hours. You’re telling me that you got so horny from having sex with me once, and that too when I was asleep, that you couldn’t even spend a day without exploding with the need for more?”
Emmeline was growing angrier with every single word that left my mouth.
“But either way,” I said, waving her concerns off. “Good for you, I suppose. You got horny, you took care of it yourself.”
“But it didn’t work!” She snapped, grabbing my collar, utterly agitated. Now that I noticed it, her eyes looked bloodshot. She hadn’t gotten an ounce of sleep the night she was at my place. Had she not slept last night as well?
“No matter whatever I did, it just didn’t work. I couldn’t cum. I used my wand, I even conjured some toys. None of that worked.”
“Maybe you just did it wrong?”
“I didn’t,” she snapped again. “No, I know what’s going on. You… the other you,” she said, her distress now vivid. “He did something to me, Potter. I — I just can’t cum. I’ve tried for hours. I push myself all the way to the top, but somehow, somehow, I just can’t cum at all. And it’s driving me crazy.”
I blinked. All of that in just a day?
Was this because of what happened inside Lecherous Shrine, or the Imperius Curse? Or perhaps a weird fusion of both that was making her want to get fucked by me as much as physically possible? Emmeline was a sixth-level Occlumens, which was probably why she was resisting it to this degree, and her inability to orgasm, thanks to my Orgasm denial perk, was only making things worse.
“Emmeline,” I told her earnestly. “You realise it’s been just a day, right? And if you’re this desperate to have a repeat session already, perhaps it’s… you know, not a good idea to do it? The idea is to be able to resist this power, not fall to it.”
“I’m not falling to it,” she snapped. “I just — I just need to scratch this itch once. And this is as much a surprise for you as it is for me. Whatever that blasted Shrine of yours did to me, it affected me hard. I just know that if I cum once, then things will be better. I’m the sixth-level Occlumens. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”
Of course you do.
She stared at me for a long moment, eyes blazing, chest heaving and mouth hanging open. Then her hands shot out and began to frantically tug at my robes. I was legitimately caught by surprise at how forward she was being. At least the last time, she was trying to hide it behind her need to understand and develop immunity to my incubus powers.
Now? She was just being a woman desperate to get off.
“What are you doing?” I asked, grabbing her hands. “This isn’t my home, you horny witch! We don’t even know who or what might come around. I’m not having sex with you like a freaking deviant in the middle of this forest.”
“Potter —” she growled.
“Emmeline, listen to—”
“Just. Make. Me. Cum,” she said, clenching her hands into fists. “Yes, this is why I brought you all the way here. So that you can make me cum.” She snapped her wand out, and for a moment, I feared she was going to attack me, or force me at wand point. Instead, she performed an exceedingly tricky spell that I had only seen two people perform before.
“Cave Inimicum,” she murmured, and crafted a powerful boundary around us. A powerful boundary charm that crafted a boundary in a radius around the caster, keeping others from perceiving what was happening inside, blocking all five senses. It was one of the most powerful privacy charms out there, enough that Narcissa Malfoy had trusted it to risk having anal sex with me inside a DMLE meeting room.
It was a spell I had still not been able to master, despite my raised affinity for Charms. I had a number of privacy and cloaking charms up my arsenal, but nothing this powerful.
She put her wand back into her robe, and glared at me. “Any more issues about privacy?”
“No, but you’ll owe me a favour for this. Private or not, I’m not fond of being coerced like this.”
“Fine,” she spat. “Now can we get started?”
“Alright,” I told her. “Take off your dress.”
Emmeline stared at me for a moment. This was damn near the point of no return. She had asked for this. She was horny enough to all but force me to fuck her in the middle of a forest in someone else’s property like a pair of oversexed, raunchy teenagers exploring sexuality for the first time. Her expression showed that she loathed being like this, but there was simply no point holding off the inevitable.
Her eyes never leaving mine, she began to tug at the shoulder straps of her dress, yanking at them till they were bunched around her arms. Then, she wiggled her arms from within them leaving those straps hanging at her sides, her snug dress held up solely through the force exerted by her taut breasts. My eyes never left hers through all this, not backing down as she stared back at me. And then she hooked her fingers on the top of her dress, and my gaze dropped, waiting for the reveal of those bra-clad melons.
What? If you don’t already know I’m a breast guy by now, maybe you haven’t been paying enough attention.
With a firm tug, she pulled the black material down over her prodigious rack, revealing the black racy bra underneath that was barely restraining her jugs. And the best part was that the lacy material of the skimpy garment was partially see-through, giving me a teasing glimpse of her nipples through the cups. The areolas were perfectly sized, round and smooth and a dusty pink, the stiff nubs capping each one obscured by the lace. Yes, I had seen her naked before when I had woken up to find her jumping over my cock, but I was too shocked back then to enjoy the beauty before my eyes.
Something I made sure to correct this time around.
Unburdened by the constraints of the snug black dress, her udders wobbled lewdly, as she tugged the dress downwards. Revealing more of her midriff, I was impressed by her taut and firm belly. Exposing more and more of her smooth, creamy skin, another thrill ran down my spine, as I saw her navel. MY hungry gaze went up to meet her annoyed eyes, no doubt still blaming me for the situation that had come down to this.
“Well?” I asked, annoyance seeping into my tone. “I thought you wanted to get down to the brass tacks. What’s with the strip show?”
Emmeline scowled. “I’m not giving you a strip show, Potter. I just care enough about my robes to safely disrobe without tearing them like a savage.”
She gave another sharp tug to get the material past her shapely hips. That revealed her underwear, which was black, matching her bra. What was really surprising was how tiny and thin her thong was. A minuscule, little patch of black material, with thin black straps contrasting against her creamy, smooth skin as they traversed around her hips and behind her, it covered what it needed to, and almost nothing more. It was scooped so low that it made clear that she was shaved completely bare down there. And the hinting glance I got through the lace material confirmed that.
I smiled.
This would be a nice feast. Better than lunch.
“Well,” Emmeline asked, putting her hands up. “What’s next?”
She was unamused with me toying with her like this. Her body was no doubt ready and seeking action like a moth sought flame, and I was, for better or worse, drawing it out. She hated that she was forced to play it out with me, which made her feel even more guilty.
I didn’t say a word. Instead, I twirled two fingers in the air, silently imploring her to turn. Rolling her eyes, she nonetheless complied, doing a slow twirl, swinging herself around till her back was facing me. And for the first time, I saw her naked arse, and trust me, it was beautiful.
“Damn…” I muttered, shaking my head in disbelief. It was out of this world. Firm, juicy and perfectly formed, with each cheek standing out on her fit form, it was indeed incredible. Emmeline was not a complete package like Amelia, nor an alluring beauty like Narcissa, but her arse practically demanded attention, and Emmeline shuddered, at my hungry gaze.
“Can we just move this along?” she demanded. “The spell wouldn’t stay on forever, you know.”
I took a step forward. “Take off your bra.”
Her lips pursed, and she gave me a withering glare, still annoyed that I was making her do things bit by bit, instead getting down to action. With a deft flick of her fingers, she undid the bra clasp, and the springy flesh of her tits propelled the garment off her shoulders. Angling her limbs down, she allowed the bra to drop down her arms, falling to the floor. Putting her hands on her hips, she looked back at me, her bare breasts on full display for me for the very first time.
“I hate this,” she murmured. “I feel like a slut.”
I didn’t say a word, and instead took two steps forward, and palmed each of her round tits, my hands meeting her boobs in a fleshy slap. She jumped ever so slightly as I crossed the line and made physical contact. She might have jumped my cock when I was asleep, and might have been fucked and humiliated by subconscious-me, but this was the first time she was standing naked, and that too, voluntarily, in a third-person’s property, with nothing save a cloaking charm to preserve her modesty.
It was a life-changing experience for her.
“Fuck,” I sighed, feeling up her tits, her soft flesh pouring between my fingers as I dug into each succulent titty, squeezing more and more firmly, unable to stop playing with them. I let my hands roam all over, wanting to feel every square inch of her smooth skin, including running my open palm between her breasts like a credit card. I cupped them from underneath before pressing them and squeezing them again. And again. And again.
“Can you get started with the main event already?” she asked, annoyed at my attempt at an unnecessary prelude.
“I suppose,” I told her. “On your knees.”
“What? But why can’t you just —”
“This isn’t about you, Emmeline. The entire point of this is that I use you in whatever way I want, humiliate you to any extent I deem necessary. It is not, and never has been about your satisfaction. Unless….” I arched an eyebrow. “You were being insincere that night, and what you truly want is to get fucked by my cock like a horny little slut.”
“What?” She asked, scandalised. “No! Not at all. It’s all about gaining immunity from your incubus powers.”
“Well then,” I said, cocking my head. “You shouldn’t complain. On your knees.”
Emmeline growled. “Why can’t you just fuck me directly instead?”
“Because I think it’s necessary? Because giving into your demands would only make it worse for you? Or perhaps because… I simply don’t want to. Either way, it doesn’t matter. Now, on your knees, or I walk away.”
“Arsehole,” she muttered, and dropped down to her knees. She fiddled with my belt, and unbuckled it before pulling my trousers down, revealing my massive cock.
I didn’t spare a single moment in casting my shirt aside, marvelling at the way she was gazing at my cock, her lips hovering inches away from it, taking in the sheer size of my dick. Her warm breath tickled against the tip, and she began to drag her soft, warm lips against the tip of my cock. She wasn’t kissing it, or sucking it, but just continued to press her lips to my dick, absolutely absorbed by horniness and need to get fucked by the cock in front of her.
“Does Gideon know his wife is such a dirty bitch?”
My words had the desired reaction, and it snapped her out of her daze, bringing her back to consciousness, a soft moan humming through her lips as they parted, and took the tip into her mouth. Inch by inch, her warm, wet mouth began coating my cock with her saliva.
“Yes!” I hissed. “That’s it, slut. Take it! Suck that cock!”
“Mmpphh!” She let out a muffled moan, and began to work more of my shaft into her throat, bobbing her head back and forth. She kept her eyes fixated on my eyes, taking a little more with every attempt, and eventually the tip hit the back of her throat, causing her to cough and gag, but did not deter her from her illicit sucking. She twirled her tongue around the tip loudly as she pulled back, never stopping, never wasting a precious second, and gave me a dirty smile, her pearly white teeth blocked out as her lips still pressed against my shaft.
“You have a really nice cock, Harry.”
“Do you like sucking it?” I asked her genially, my hand slowly caressing the back of her head.
“Yes,” she hummed.
“Good, then you’ll love this.”
And I grabbed her head and made her plunge down my cock in one go, pushing all the way hard against her throat. Buckling my hips, every trust was more vigorous than the last, the sensations sending me into a frenzy. I clamped my hands against the back of her head, holding it in place as I fucked her mouth, each brutal thrust followed by the sound of her gagging and grunting. Emmeline’s eyes watered and tears were dripping out, but I kept my ferocious pace, enjoying the feeling of the stately lady servicing my cock.
Not that she wasn’t enjoying it too. I knew I was hurting her, but I could see she was also getting turned on. She was my toy, and despite the facefucking, she was twirling her tongue against my shaft every moment she got, her fingers frantically rubbing against her clit. Emmeline was breathing heavily, but she matched my vigour with her own. And then —
Emmeline Vance is trying to cum
Allow?
NO!
I went faster, making sure she was struggling to even breathe between thrusts. She was getting dizzy, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her face now wet with sweat and her own spit. My balls thumped on her chin. Feeling I was about to blow, I clamped her head, and held her mouth against my cock in place, and exploded into her.
It filled her mouth, and began to escape out of her lips, so I pulled myself out. A thick wad fell on her forehead. Another one covered her cheek, and one shot into her eye. A copious amount splattered all over her hair, and whatever was left, I directed it at her breasts.
I took a step back and observed my handiwork.
“I should get a picture,” I told her. “Hestia would probably love it.”
“No,” she growled. “This stays between us.”
“Really?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. “You realise she saw you jumping my cock, right? And I don’t think it’s going to be possible to hide things every time you come over to instruct me in psychomancy.”
Emmeline clenched her teeth. “Hestia’s— she’s my student. She looks up to me. She —”
“Well, if she looks up to you, then it only makes it better, isn’t it? I fuck her regularly, and based on our little arrangement, I’ll have the same thing going for you on a weekly basis. Best to clear the air rightway and avoid complications, don’t you think?”
I smiled. “It’s not like those oaths we took can't be evaded or anything.”
“No,” she said darkly. “They can’t.”
“There it is, problem solved.”
“...fine,” she said. “But let me approach her myself. Knowing you, you’d paint me as a cradle-robbing nasty wench that got enamoured with your dick.”
“Really, that’s the impression you have for me?” I laughed. “Fine. Let’s prove you right. Stand up.”
“...what?”
“I said stand up.”
Emmeline complied, rising to her feet, reluctantly moving her face away from my cock. There was no hesitation in her compliance. Not anymore. She was probably too far gone at this point. Standing topless in front of me, drenched in my cum, drunk with pleasure, her jugs bouncing slightly, she waited for my next order.
“Spin around. Put your hands against the tree trunk.”
Emmeline did so.
I inwardly cackled. This woman was great! Just pure filth! I had stumbled upon something special here. She acted all poise and reserved, so loyal to her husband, a strict rule-follower to the very end, and not at all lacking in pride or conviction. And yet, it was so clear that she was dying to be taken. Waiting for someone to come along who knew how to handle her in the way she needed. A cunning seducer who knew how to appreciate her best features, namely her hot body.
I was ready to take this bitch now.
I wanted to make her scream.
SMACK!
“Ah!” She moaned softly, her arse jiggling from the sudden forceful contact. I appraised her reaction. She didn’t flinch or move away, didn’t even touch her arse to ease the slight pain. No, she just moaned softly and pushed her arse towards me even more, Smiling, I spanked her other cheek.
“Fuh…” she moaned out, her head rolling in pleasure as she leaned forward, pressing against the tree trunk, her body now at right angles, with her plump arse raised at my face. I grabbed her tiny thong and slowly, teasingly, pulled it from the confines of her sexy arse crack, till it emerged, the tiny garment falling down to the forest floor, leaving the proud, haughty woman naked in front of evil little me.
Just like I preferred.
