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SD: CH82 - Blind-sided
🕑 Added 2023-09-05 15:16:27 +0000 UTCI was confused as fuck.
One moment I was having the weirdest dream, in which I was in my cottage in Alfriston, the one Narcissa had signed off to me as ‘thanks’ for saving Draco’s arse from serious prosecution. I was facefucking a half-naked Narcissa, before throwing her on the bed, and drilling her pussy.
No, there was nothing weird about that bit. I mean, if anything, it was my subconscious telling me I should go fuck the feisty bitch. No, the real weird shit followed when Narcissa’s pretty little face morphed into Emmeline’s, and then the bitch screamed bloody murder into my ears. The next thing I knew, I was in my room, on my bed, and the lights on the ceiling were being obnoxiously bright. I winced, and tried to slowly adjust and open them. My head was pounding and it felt as if I had just woken up from a feverish dream, one that couldn’t possibly be based in reality.
Then I noticed the weight on my chest. There was a body resting on it, a soft, naked, and female one, with jet black hair and comparably voluptuous than anyone that lived in the house with me. Her wild stray hairs tickled my nose, and her scent was intoxicating. I realised that she had held my right hand against her breast, clenching it tightly. My cock went instantly hard, and then I realised that the hot, wet feeling was from it being inside this hot woman’s pussy.
And then the Screen flickered into existence, with the most unexpected notification.
You've just gained a World Anchor
Emmeline Vance - 26%
Current World Anchor Analysis
World Anchor — 646
Required World Anchor — 535
Meta-Luck — 2.6
Gained Affinities from World Anchor — Emmeline Vance
Psychomancy (Legilimency) +9%
Psychomancy (Occlumency) +7%
Magical Sensing +1%
I blinked. Emmeline? How did that happen? As I lay pondering, I glanced to my right and found Hestia standing, wand in hand, her posture stiff and regret painted all over her face… wait, regret? As soon as her eyes met mine, she schooled her features, and was about to speak when Emmeline twitched and pushed herself up from my chest and met my confused eyes. She looked utterly flabbergasted, and actually pulled herself up slightly, letting a little cum drip out of her wet hole, and slid down my cock. Then she met Hestia’s eyes, and then mine, and screamed like a fucking banshee.
“FUCK!” She panicked, utterly hysterical as she pulled out, only to discover that her legs were still asleep, and ended up falling down on my cock, her hips slipping on the lubrication from her own juices and my cum. Her arsecheeks slapped against my thighs loudly, and Emmeline threw her head back and screamed, as my cock drove all the way into her, and slammed into her womb. She screamed in absolute ecstasy, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of orgasm flooded through her body.
And right then, I knew what was about to happen.
Forge Orgasm Contract?
FUCK YES!
Contract Forged with Emmeline Vance
Binding Spell — Orgasm Denial Active.
As she came down from her throes of exquisite pleasure, Emmeline looked down at me, her eyes still open with horror and humiliation, and tried to get off again, only to fail and slip down my cock. Tears were rolling down her face, as she kept trying to push herself up, only to skewer herself over and over. It was pitiful and pathetic and amusing at the same time, watching the regal lady, the Head Obliviator of the Ministry, try and fail to get off my cock, but at the same time, the constant skewering was also making me harder and harder. I couldn’t help myself. The next time she came landing down her balls, I gripped her waist, and blasted load after load of sticky, potent cum deep into her unprotected pussy, shooting deep into her womb and filling her well-fucked pussy full of my potent seed, which incidentally, set off another mind-ripping orgasm tearing through her body.
World Anchor – Emmeline Vance has gone up by 2%
Gained Affinities from World Anchor — Emmeline Vance
Psychomancy (Legilimency) +1%
Yeah. That settled it.
“Help…!” Emmeline bawled, tears running down her cheeks. “Help! Hel — Help me!”
That spurred Hestia into action, who grabbed her, and Emmeline practically dropped her weight on my lithe secretary. Hestia staggered, no surprise there, since she was on the lean side, especially compared to Emmeline, who easily had at least ten pounds more in her. Still, Hestia braved on and helped the obliviator get off my cock, and dragged her towards her own room. I heard the bathroom door open, and only then exhaled, pushing myself up and asking myself the most important question.
“What the fuck just happened?”
The silence that followed wasn’t helpful at all.
….
….
….
With Hestia taking care of a catatonic Emmeline, and no one available to give me any answers to my ponderings, I decided to look around at the best place I could find.
I was proved right the very next moment.
Name — Harry James Potter
Age — 16
Sex — Male
Race — Incubus Lord
World Anchor — 648
Required World Anchor — 535
Meta-Luck — 2.8
AFFINITY
Transfiguration — 71%
Charms — 79%
Martial Magic — 72%
Dark Arts — 71%
Psychomancy (Occlumency) — 53%
Psychomancy (Legilimency) — 20%
Alchemy — 21%
Spatial Magic — 57%
Magical Analytics — 23%
Magical Sensing — 34%
Runecraft — 33%
Phytomancy — 12%
TITLE: RULE-BREAKER
DOMAIN: LECHEROUS SHRINE (Dormant)
AFFLICTIONS: INDOMITABLE LUST (Dormant)
So far, everything looked exactly as expected. I had gotten a massive boost in Occlumency affinity from Amelia, and by the looks of it, both Occlumency and Legilimency would receive comparable boosts from Emmeline. I checked the rest of my stats.
Displaying Existing Perks…
Tether, Horcrux, Defiant, Child of Prophecy, Librarian of Knowledge, Malevolent Release, Devil’s Charm, Subversive Activist, Orgasm Binding, Culpability.
No differences. I had yet to dive deeper into the workings of the Tether perk, or try out the Malevolent Release. The former I needed some free time which I hadn’t honestly gotten, what with the Horcrux acting out. The latter… I simply didn’t get the opportunity or the optimum place to try it out. Maybe… maybe I could try it within Grimmauld Place? Or perhaps somewhere private with Narcissa to watch over me? Come to think of it, I also needed a second opinion about my newly gained and utterly toxic Necromancer power. Who better than the daughter of the Blacks with an understanding of the Dark Arts like no one’s business?
Speaking of…
Show me the Necromancer Path.
RACE — NECROMANCER (Dormant)
AFFINITY
Hemomancy — 21%
Possession — 17%
Demonology — 8%
Inferi Creation — 23%
Voodoo — 8%
Incarneum — 18%
Death-force Manipulation — 13%
Again, no changes. The Necromancer was still dormant, which meant that I hadn’t possessed Emmeline in any form whatsoever. No surprises there, since I doubted the necromancer would want her to fuck me, of all things. That fell in the Incubus category.
Hmm. Still, I should talk about this to Narcissa. She wouldn’t ask me too many questions. And who knew? Maybe seeing the future Black Lord developing prowess in Necromancy would get her loins stirring and shoot her anchorage past ninety this time?
She was crazy that way.
There was also my most recent addition to my list of Perks — Culpability. It was something that I had gained from Susan after her anchorage shot all the way to 87%, and Motherfucking Christ, it was as twisted as they came.
Perk — CULPABILITY
Because there is always blame to pass around!
EFFECTS
Induces culpability in the victim. Activates through direct eye contact and physical contact only.
It was why I always acted so unpredictably and irrationally whenever Susan was concerned, why I went out of my way to get what Susan wanted from me, despite everything that Amelia was willing to do for me?
Reviewing my interactions with Amelia about Susan led to other memories that rose to the forefront of my mind, memories where I had interacted with Susan and almost always behaved like I had been overdosed with Hufflepuffian tendencies. I remembered apologising to Susan in front of Tonks, Hestia and the others for using her as a pawn in my game against Malfoy. I remembered feeling incredibly bad about sleeping with Susan after powerfucking Amelia that first night, despite my own choice to bed both aunt and niece from the very beginning. I remember trying to convince Amelia over and over to consider Susan’s feelings, and doing my best to reject Amelia’s own conclusions about how I ‘cared’ for her niece. I thought back to the moment when I decided to give Susan a soft and enjoyable deflowering, and how I kept giving her chances to use the safeword to make me stop hurting her.
This power…. It was dangerous. And subtle. Which made it even more dangerous. Obviously I couldn’t use it against Death Eaters or the like, but against good-hearted people, it would be deadly. While Devil’s Charm was terrifyingly effective against the female populace, it required subtlety and wasn’t always effective, especially if the other person was suspicious of my actions.
Now Guilt-tripping on the other hand, could be a very efficient means of manipulating people. And if what I understood was right, Subversive Activist — the perk I had gained from Hestia — enabled me to analyse the words, reactions and body language of my victim, and synthesise those observations to make remarkable, intuitive leaps. Combining both of them would give me a deadly arrow in my arsenal against people that were inherently on the good side, or at the very least, neutral to me.
Good God! Had Susan Bones inadvertently handed me over the power I needed to manipulate the Order of the Phoenix?
I rubbed my hands gleefully. Still, that didn’t explain exactly what led Emmeline from being the suspicious Obliviator to a cock-hungry slut that had fucked herself to exhaustion on my cock, while I was sleeping.
It made no sense, but I was determined to figure out what it was. And the best way to do that was to rip the bandaid off right away.
Making up my mind, I stood up, and cast a cleansing charm on myself, put on my pants, and began to walk towards Hestia’s room. This night just kept on giving, it seemed.
….
….
….
“She’s in the shower,” was all Hestia had to say. A strange, conflicted expression floated on her face, something I couldn’t place. Hestia had been playing guard the entire time, so obviously she was the best person to clarify what had transpired.
“Hestia—”
My secretary let out a deep breath. “I’ve already explained this to Emmeline before, and I’ll say the same thing to you, Harry. One moment she was casting Legilimency on you, and then she just got up, and began to undress herself. I tried to ask her, but she was in a trance. She removed your boxers, and she straddled you and began jumping up and down on your cock. She kept doing that over and over, until you woke up.”
I noticed how she said the entire thing in a single breath. Something about her behaviour tickled the back of my mind, but I didn’t pay it much attention. For all I knew, she was just as surprised at what had happened. Or maybe she was just pissed off at having to deal with another Order member while keeping my secrets. Or maybe she just didn’t like Emmeline all that much.
“Why did you try to stop her?”
“Why?” she shot back, an undercurrent of anger lining her tone. “She was in your mind, Harry. Extracting your dream. Both of us went over several times how it was extremely dangerous and if she wasn’t careful, you’d turn into a vegetable for the rest of your life. How was I to risk that?”
I was almost taken aback by the ferality in her tone. Something about it just didn’t feel right.
“Hestia—”
“No, Harry,” she put her foot down, crossing her hands across her chest. I noticed it didn’t come across as someone denying me, but an act of self-defence, like she wanted to curl up into herself. Whatever had transpired during my sleep must have traumatised her to a degree. Maybe watching another Order member, someone so well-versed in Occlumency, fall into a trance and act like a puppet did not sit right with her?
“You know me! I didn’t know what was going on. What if I stunned her, and something terrible happened? Compared to that, her fucking you is… nothing!”
“Hestia, if she did without her knowledge…. I mean, she’s married—”
“So what?” She yelled. “If it’s between letting her accidentally fuck you, and your life, I’ll choose you every single time.”
“Hestia—” I began, but she marched off, crying, unwilling to give me even a second more of her time, leaving me alone in her room, with the sounds of the shower running in the bathroom. Exhaling, I moved to her bathroom. The steam from the hot water had fogged up the glass capsule walls of the shower, though I could see Emmeline’s silhouette through them. I watched as the shadow of her body ran her fingers through her long, dark hair as the water poured onto her. Even with everything going on, my incubus mind jumped to imagine every single drop running down the curve of her breasts and down to her hips and arse. Under a trance or not, Emmeline had gotten awfully familiar with my cock, and part of me wanted to crawl into the shower and lap up the water cascading off her body. I watched as she grabbed the bottle of soap and lathered it onto her loofah and watched as she rubbed it all over her body.
I could see the soap bubbles accumulating through the hazy glass. Emmeline rubbed under her tits, and around them, holding them in her hands softly. Given how catatonic she had been earlier, this calmness was a drastic shift in behaviour, something I’d consider impossible if not for Occlumency. The way she was caressing her body was almost innocent. There was absolutely nothing sexy about her showering, and yet, it oozed an eroticism on par with fucking a girl into oblivion. I have always said that some women have this intangible and indefinable quality about them, that makes them almost supernaturally alluring. It was true with Ginny Weasley, and it was definitely with Amelia and Susan. Narcissa probably had it too, but it was difficult to say how much was her natural sensuality and how much because of veela blood infusion.
I had found a new person that was like that, and she was currently in the shower before me.
I stood in front of the shower cubicle, before deciding otherwise, and was just about to turn back to the room, when the door parted, and she walked out, with nothing but a towel wrapped around her hair, and another lazily stretched around her body. She met my eyes, and froze with a dear-in-the-headlights expression. I could see a thousand thoughts running through her head in that one moment, and gained a new respect for Occlumency if that was what helped her still maintain her overall composure.
“Uh —” I began. I was usually a lot more suave than this, but this was the first time I had sex someone without seducing them first. Come to think of it, I didn’t even fuck her. She fucked herself using my cock while under a trance. It was a gray zone so close to mind-controlled rape, that I wasn’t feeling very comfortable about it. Then again so was Devil’s Charm. Though the part of me that was an incubus considered that natural hunting instinct. Of prey. Just like humans attracted others with physical appearance I had the charm of an Incubus.
It was surprising how little considering myself non-human bothered me.
“Look I just —” “Potter, what happened was—”
Both of us had spoken out at the same time, and awkwardly paused, waiting for the other to finish.
“You first,” she said.
I wanted to refute that, but I presumed speaking first would give me the chance to clear the air from my end. She was an Order member, and she had already seen some pretty damning things in one night, from me performing Necromancy to accessing Voldemort’s mind, to trash-talking Albus Dumbledore. She already knew of my playboy facade, and it would take little to presume that I was the one that had coerced her into… getting fucked like that.
“Look,” I said. “I don’t know what happened, and Hestia isn’t being too helpful either, and I guess I understand where she’s coming from. But whatever happened, I swear I had nothing to do with it. You put me to sleep, and then when I woke up, I found you… well, on me. You woke up barely ten seconds later and started screaming and….”
“Bouncing on your dick?”
I blinked twice. I had not expected that kind of crass talk from her.
“Err… in not those exact words, but essentially, yes.”
Emmeline gazed at me, and I felt a slight intrusion in my head. I knew what she was doing, and a slight furrowing of my temples told her she wasn’t being subtle. I tried not to fight her despite my apprehension, focussing my thoughts on Hermione, Hestia and Penelope — characters that were safer to think about and didn’t carry potential blackmail material, or in Amelia or Narcissa’s case, endanger my plans. I found myself thinking about how I had encountered Emmeline, and how she had sent me to sleep using her charm, only for my mind to recede into darkness. Finally, she withdrew, and I asserted my calmness, suppressing the sudden burst of anger I felt over her forcing me to think something without my permission.
“You were telling me the truth,” she said at last.
“And you just mind-raped me,” I said coldly, crossing my hands across my chest. I had expected some surface Legilimency, and would have happily ignored it if she was being subtle. Instead, she had been direct and unapologetic in her attempts to invade my mind. So much for trying to be considerate.
“I also fucked myself on your cock like a street whore, so I guess that makes us even.”
“Not quite,” I snapped. “I didn’t ask you to fuck yourself on my cock.”
“Well, you didn’t. Not ‘you’ you anyway. But it was… a prerequisite to getting the memory.”
WHAT? “What did you just say?”
“Tell me, do you remember it now?” She went on. “The memory, do you have it?”
The sudden shift in topic caught me off-guard. Cutting off a reply, I closed my eyes and thought back about the dream. And you won’t believe it, but I could vividly remember it all. Every single moment of it. Voldemort— he was in that baby form, just like in the books. But Alecto Carrow? Where had she come from? And Lucius Malfoy? That came out of nowhere. Lucius Malfoy in the books went out of his way to stay out of Death Eater business until Voldemort summoned him using the Dark Mark in the cemetery post his resurrection. But if Lucius was playing an active role, alongside Pettigrew then…
I swallowed.
“Well, Potter?”
I took a deep breath and nodded. “I do.”
She didn’t leave my eyes. “Good. At least it wasn’t entirely useless.”
I took in her entire posture. Something had changed in her. I didn’t know if that was because of the world anchorage or the fact that she fucked herself to exhaustion moments earlier on my cock, but something between us had changed.
“What do you mean?”
Emmeline hesitated for a moment. “Is… Hestia out there?”
I shook my head. “She left the room, if that’s what you’re asking. She’s… I don’t want to say traumatised, but I think she blames herself for whatever happened. After all, she was the one that called you to help and then this… happened.”
Emmeline let out a dry snort. “Whatever. There are… things we need to discuss.”
“Should I call Hestia—?”
“NO!” She yelled, surprising me. “I mean, I’d appreciate it if this stays between us. You need to know what happened inside your mind. Especially if we are to continue your psychic instruction.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t understand. Hestia said you were in a trance, and then you started… you know, straddling me and everything. What happened inside? And why would you want this kept secret? After all, Hestia is an Order member.”
She snorted. “I think we both know where Hestia’s true loyalties lie, Harry Potter.”
I stiffened and cursed myself for my reaction.
“But don’t worry, I am not going to reprimand her for her actions. It would be utterly hypocritical at this stage.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will,” she said. “Come with me.”
She walked out of the bathroom, and I followed suit, anxious and confused. She cast a plethora of diagnostic charms half of which I didn’t know existed, and believe me, I’ve done my research. Finally convinced that we were alone, she spelled the door shut, and cast advanced locking charms and privacy wards, the kind that I had seen Narcissa use. It reminded me that despite my Incubi powers, I was in a world where the adults were actually competent at magic, and not dullards that needed to be taught how to disarm despite being in their Newt-years.
“You know it’s considered bad manners to be casting spells inside a wizard’s home without the host’s permission.”
She snorted. “I’m a Lady. I know all about pureblood protocol, Harry Potter. But I think we both need to understand that things have rolled a little too far from conventional host-and-guest roles.”
I cocked my head. “I don’t understand.”
“Clearly,” she drawled, her eyes still not leaving mine. “Tell me, does the name Lecherous Shrine mean anything to you?”
I froze. How in HELL did Emmeline Vance get to know that name? It was… it was something that I had kept to myself. Not even Hestia, Hermione, or even Amelia — my hundred-percent solid anchorages that knew of my nature as an Incubus, knew anything about it. Lecherous Shrine, the Domain that belonged to the Incubus Lord, the domain that was yet inactive, was something only I knew existed. What it was — what it could do, I had no idea. Nothing except a name that appeared on my Screen, and the knowledge that I needed to gain +300 world anchorage to activate it.
I stayed silent for a good quarter of a minute before sighing heavily. “It is my power. Or one I will have, eventually. How do you know about it?”
“Can you access this Shrine?”
I blinked twice. Access it? What was she talking about?
“The Shrine… isn’t a physical location, Lady Vance. To be frank, I don’t know what it even is, yet. I told you, it’s a power I will have, but not one I have acquired yet.”
“But you will,” she went on. “Upon becoming the God of Lust.”
She had phrased it like a statement, but I knew an interrogation when I saw one. “I wouldn’t describe it in that particular term —”
“Then what would you describe it as?”
I considered the situation. Vance obviously knew something about my nature as an Incubus. Which, everything concerned, wasn’t exactly something that would send red flags. I mean, she had seen me perform necromancy in front of her own eyes, and was able to all but shrug it off. At the same time, she was a wildcard that knew more about my powers than myself.
Emmeline Vance was a threat. It was up to me to determine her threat level before it was too late.
“Why must I answer you?”
She stared at me for several seconds, seemingly regarding me as she would a criminal suspect.
“Okay, here’s a different question. Do you have a mindscape?”
That caught me by surprise again. Not enough to lose my composure, for this one was comparably benign, all this considered.
“I don’t,” I told her honestly. “At least. I don’t think I do. Why do you ask?”
Emmeline exhaled loudly, and summoned one of the chairs from the corner of the room with a flick of her wand, and collapsed down on it. After ten more precious seconds that felt like an eternity, she met my eyes again.
“Right. So let me see if I have a clear understanding of the situation and in case there are any holes, I’ll request you to kindly fill in. You’re an incubus, whether through genetic reasons or through a freak act of magic caused by that dementor attack that happened to you before the end of the school year. You have a cursed scar from your encounter with the Dark Lord back in ‘81, which everyone and their mother believes to be a lasting sign of your survival against the unstoppable, unblockable killing curse. Instead it is some kind of metaphysical link that ties your mind, and possibly soul, with the Dark Lord himself, a door that can open one way or both ways, for all we know, and one through which you can gain both insight into His mind as well as draw from his own powers and make them your own.”
I digested all that, and waited for her to continue.
“The magic of an Incubus is antithetical to that of a necromancer. In fact, it is widely believed that necromancers find the mere thought of procreation ‘disgusting’. And yet, somehow, you are capable of doing both and are still intact, with a fully functioning magical body and sane, relatively speaking. You have a mindscape that is divided into two forms — a futuristic muggle city crafted out of memories, with a shadow demon trying to swallow it whole, only that it does so in small and triggered moments. Oh, and on the other hand, there is a vast and impossibly complex shrine dedicated to the God of Lust, which you will inevitably become. And when that happens, the city will be consumed by this shadow demon, and the Lecherous Shrine will become your new mind palace.”
“How do you know all that?”
She smirked. “Would you believe it if I said that you told me?”
I crossed my arms and scowled. “I’m not interested in your mind games, Lady Vance.”
“Good, because I ain’t playing either. I had a pretty chat with your… subconsciousness, for lack of a better term. The Incubus. He told me things. Lots of things. He —he tricked me into entering your Lecherous Shrine, and I found a memory of you —”
Anxiety rose in me.
“ —fucking Narcissa Malfoy.”
“...”
Give me a noose to hang myself with.
