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SD: CH70 - Susan's Submission
🕑 Added 2023-07-02 15:22:03 +0000 UTCThe two Bones women lay on the floor.
I was about to go physically pick them up, but I paused, and raised my hand, focussing on the Black ring. Susan’s body was the first to float, followed by Amelia. Levitation was an energy-intensive spell, and on most days, it’d take the air out of me just to levitate one person successfully, if I did it using the ring instead of my wand. This time though, I could lift both with reasonable ease.
Without the wand. Or the ring. Or the incantation.
Floating them both to the bed, I focussed on the remaining problem at hand. I still had one more coupon to use. Upgrade 2 perks at the price of giving one up.
Upgrading 2 perks in exchange of deleting 2 perks.
Choose one perk to delete…
Outlander, Horcrux, Defiant, Child of Prophecy, Librarian of Knowledge, Curse Born, Natural Demon, Subversive Activist, Orgasm Binding.
I frowned, noticing that Domino Effect was not in the list. Neither was Devil’s Charm, not that I could even comprehend giving the latter up. Beside Natural Demon and Librarian of Knowledge, it was the most useful perk I had. Child of Prophecy was more pain in the arse than a blessing, but Meta-Luck was tied with it, so no point tampering with it. Defiant had saved my arse from Narcissa and Amelia twice now, so I was going to keep that as well. Horcrux… would be kept for obvious reasons, even at the risk of Voldemort trying to get into my head. Orgasm Binding was the newest addition to my arsenal and would fit in wonderfully with Devil’s Charm. Subversive Activist would help me in dealing with people that were either males or well-versed in Occlumency. That left…
Delete Curse Born.
Delete CURSE BORN perk in exchange of upgrading 2 perks?
I had gotten this perk from Ginny Weasley. A greater resistance against counter-curses was useful, but not as useful as the others. Besides, Ginny was only half-way through the world anchorage. There would probably be another perk or two by the time I hit hundred.
Yes. I thought. Delete it.
CURSE BORN deleted
Select 2 Perks to Upgrade…
Outlander, Defiant, Natural Demon, Subversive Activist.
I scowled. This wasn’t fair. It had reduced the number of perks, giving me only a select few to choose from.
What do the upgraded forms look like?
Unknown
Guess I’ll have to leave it to my luck. Quickly, I ran through the listed perks.
Defiant protected me from mental coercion, so an upgrade on that would likely grant me something along the lines of Occlumency. Come to think of it, I could just as well learn Occlumency from Amelia. My newly raised Psychomancy affinity would help with that. Outlander was perhaps the most esoteric of all my perks, and anything that cemented my existence was a must upgrade. Plus, it was kind of a given, if I wanted to activate the Domain. Subversive Activist was an option, but I really wanted to see what an upgrade on Natural Demon would look like.
Upgrading NATURAL DEMON…
Upgraded Perk — MALEVOLENT RELEASE
Will you cross over to the Dark Side?
EFFECTS
User enters a terrifying form of darkness, a state of being in which they are one with their darkest powers, and attuned to their darkest emotions. User’s physical nature becomes an incarnation of his own inner malevolence by transforming his body, gaining an almost demonic physiology in the process.
….Fuck me!
Albus Dumbledore had once said that humans have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them. Guess I’m a walking talking example of that now. First the Indomitable Lust affliction,, and now this. It was like every single thing I was choosing was making things worse for me.
Like, motherfucker! A demonic transformation of all things? Yes, Natural Demon took over my sanity in exchange of power, strength and reflexes, but at least I stayed human. Why the fuck hadn’t I thought that an upgrade on a perk like that would also elevate its worst attributes?
Reverse it. Downgrade it. I don’t want this perk.
Cost of downgrading Malevolent Release to Natural Demon - 16 Meta-Luck.
What? No fucking way! Thank you very much. See? This is what happens when you question your good fortune too much. I should’ve just been happy and accepted the goodies as they were, but noooo, I had to fuck things up.
That said, it did come with its benefits. The last time I used Natural Demon, I damaged my magical core. At least this time, that won’t be happening. Every cloud has a silver lining and all that.
Scowling, I glared at the Screen. I was thoroughly pissed now. I still had one more chance to upgrade a perk. Already I had fucked up Natural Demon, which was probably my most useful skill, next to Devil’s Charm. And now I was thinking of tinkering with perhaps the most dangerous and most important of all my perks.
Outlander.
The perk that gave me the power to create world anchors. What if I upgraded it and something changed? What if things became much more difficult? My mind went back to the Domain and Affliction tabs that my new form had given me. Yes, it was necessary for Domain activation, but the entire upgrade process had already fucked things up for me. Was I really going to tinker with the Outlander perk and complete the set? Or should I just hold back and go for something simpler and far more benign like Defiant?
Guess which one I chose.
Upgrading OUTLANDER…
Complementary perk — DOMINO EFFECT found in existing schematics. Combining…
Upgraded Perk — TETHER
You’re tethered to them! Now take responsibility.
EFFECTS
Establishes a metaphysical tether with world anchorages.
All 50% Anchorages and above generate 5 units of Meta-Luck per month.
All 100% Anchorages generate 10 units of Meta-Luck per month.
“You aren’t shitting me, are you?” I asked out loud. “This is fucking real?”
Fucking hell. I already had three 100% anchorages in Hermione, Hestia and Amelia. That meant a bonus of 30 Meta-Luck every goddamn month. Ginny and Narcissa were both above the fifty-mark, which meant another 10 points. Hannah and her mum could easily be elevated past the fifty mark, which meant another 10 points. A constant growth of 45 points plus whatever additions I could get?
It sounded too good to be true.
Which… I thought, with growing apprehension, it probably was.
The Screen was offering me a great package, sweet, neat and tidy as a Halloween candy. Which meant I’d be an idiot to not check for razor blades and cyanide.
In this world of magic and spells and world anchors, Meta-Luck was the main prize. Yes, I could acquire perks and affinities and grow stronger, both physically and magically, but Meta-Luck was the power to alter Reality itself, the greatest power in the universe. It took a rise of 10% world-anchorage to get me a single point of Meta-Luck. So why was the Screen throwing it at me like cotton-candy?
My eyes flickered back to the description of the Outlan — I mean, Tether perk. Specifically, at the flavour text.
Take responsibility. Why would I take….
“....responsibility,” I whispered, as an icy feeling settled down my spine. Motherfucker, that couldn’t be… could it?
My eyes flickered back to the Screen. Yes, Outlander had combined with the Domino Effect perk, something that applied the CHILD OF PROPHECY perk to all my world anchors that were 50% or higher. Child of Prophecy… the perk that made me the Prophesied opponent of Lord Voldemort. The same perk that increased my chances of encountering significant individuals of this world by 50%. Significant individuals who might not necessarily be on my side.
And if the perk applied to the anchors, then they too would be under the same spotlight. It would be dangerous, but it could also be profitable. Or so I had thought.
But in my foolishness, I had forgotten one tiny detail. Child of Prophecy didn’t just make me an object of attention. It was also what gave me Meta-Luck. And if my anchors had the same perk applied to them then….
Take responsibility…
“Bugger!”
....
....
....
Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.
“Mmph!” somebody groaned, and I realised I had just shoved my dick into a girl’s throat. She took it like a trooper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hands and sucking on the mushroom tip as if I had never interrupted her.
My vision flickered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see a mop of red hair bobbing up and down in my lap. A fleeting idea about saying a name fluttered in my head, but she chose that moment to deepthroat me, causing a burst of pleasure to shoot up my spine, and all I could do was set my head back down on my pillow and groan in ecstasy.
Then I realised that the name didn’t matter, since both women had gotten first-hand experience at deepthroating me for good. So instead I put my right hand on top of her head, and held it down for a bit before sliding down to stroke her hair and caress her cheek. I heard her moan at my touch, the vibration of her voice doing wonderful things to my dick. And then she caved in her cheeks to give me even more intense suction.
“So… biggg…” she moaned softly.
“Susan…” I called out aloud, but instead of replying, she kept feasting on me like I was the yummiest dessert she had ever tasted. She beamed at me and gave me a silly grin, and redoubled her efforts. This time, she fed on me with a little bit more of a sloppy technique, wet and crazy and keeping her big, beautiful eyes on me the whole time. Before, she had been sucking my cock to satisfy her internal craving. Now, she was performing.
I flicked my wand and the lights flashed on.
“Someone’s feeling competitive.”
Susan didn’t reply, and instead went on all fours, the scoop-neck of her pyjama shirt hanging real low, giving me the incredible view of her braless tits, the juicy melons swaying back and forth allowing a pale pink nipple to come into view now and then. She was taking more of me into her mouth by now with gusto, managing to smile around a mouthful of my meat, while also fingering herself at the same time.
Then it happened.
Susan suddenly went still, remaining bent over me, her mouth filled with my cock. Only her arms were grabbing my thighs tightly, shaking as she did. Her back contorted, and she all but screamed into my cockhead as an orgasm flooded her body.
Forge Orgasm Contract?
I didn’t think twice.
“Yes!” I breathed.
Contract Forged with Susan Bones
Binding Spell — Orgasm Denial Active.
And just like that, the notification was gone. And in its place, I saw Susan looking at me, her eyes flashed wide open, as she stared at my face.
And then she really went to work.
Susan plunged her mouth upon my cock, her fingers wrapped around my shaft, as she kept jerking them with an unexpected level of expertise. She nibbled on the knob. She tickled my testicles. She took my balls in her mouth and began oscillating them with her tongue, and covering them with her spit. She scratched her nails on my thighs, and gripped them as she more or less forced my cock down her throat.
“I’m gonna make you cum, Harry,” she said. “I want to swallow every drop of your thick cum. Please give it to me, like you did to Auntie. I’ll show you I’m so much better than her.”
Ah. It seemed that the competition between the two busty women was far from over. Well, it only made things better for me. Make hay while the sun shines, and all that.
“Oh my!” She gasped. “It’s so hard!” She lightly squeezed my weapon a few times with her nimble fingers, as if testing its hardness. “It’s literally throbbing in my hand. Merlin!” She studied and admired every ridge and vein on it, all the way from the swollen nuts to the thick head she had swallowed for so long. “Fuck… I even love the smell. What’s wrong with me?”
Exactly. What was wrong with her? The Devil’s Charm was no longer active. So why was she being so….
The rest of my thoughts evaporated as a throbbing pulse hit my cock.
“Oh shit,” I groaned. “I’m cumming!”
Susan moaned in delight at my words, and I felt her fingers dig into my arsecheeks, pulling me hard against her and forcing my cock down her throat just as I came. I gripped a fistful of her red hair so tight that it must have been painful, but Susan only moaned louder. A torrent of cum left my balls, and shot through my dick into her greedy mouth, and I collapsed back down on the bed, breathing hard.
You have just gained a World Anchor
Susan Bones - 42%
Current World Anchor Analysis
World Anchor — 575
Required World Anchor — 535
Meta-Luck — 55.3
Congratulations! You get to live!
I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. For all the Screen’s dramatics, there was hardly any need for caution. That said, my new skills and perks could end up in a lot of hot water if I was not careful, especially if my fears about taking responsibility were real. Because if they were, even an addition of 100 Meta-Luck per month might not be enough.
Gained affinities from World Anchor — Susan Bones
Runecraft +7%
Transfiguration +5%
Phytomancy +2%
Phytomancy. That was new. I could go out on a limb and claim that it was this affinity that decided one’s prowess in Herbology. Neville probably was a natural at it.
“I’m ready for you, Harry,” Susan said finally, lifting the hem off her t-shirt, and throwing it off the bed. Her panties too followed suit. Utterly naked, she dragged her body across mine.
“I’m ready to love you completely, Harry,” she whispered, her hands caressing my chest. “Please, make me a woman.”
I held her and pulled her close. Regardless of Amelia’s wishes, Susan deserved to have a proper deflowering. Unlike Amelia, she was unused to the initial pain that followed the loss of one’s virginity. If I wasn’t careful, she could be scarred forever. And there was no way I’d do that. Not to her.
Damn it. Just what was it that this creature in my arms did to me? Something about her just screamed helplessness to me, but not in a damsel in distress form. No, it was more like she was an innocent flower, one whose frailty and purity was a gem that absolutely must be preserved. Just being with her curbed my dark desires, and made me want to support her, shower her with affection and give her what she wanted. It made me feel guilty for doing this to her, for twisting her aunt and causing irreparable damage to their relationship. Even now, despite her sucking my cock and deepthroating it earlier, something in me screamed to take her as a lover, not to fuck but to make love.
And so I did.
Susan moaned as soon as my hands touched her breasts, a moan that picked up intensity the longer I held her, and the longer I kissed her. Her body practically vibrated in my arms, as if shaking with an unbridled passion.
She parted her legs, almost instinctively, and I lay a kiss upon her thigh while I positioned myself. Susan’s chest was already heaving with anticipation and thrill, as was my own. She leaned back, propping herself up on her arms as she looked at me, her eyes sparkling with unyielding devotion towards me. I had no idea what I had done to deserve that, I wasn’t going to question it either.
I let my lips linger on her smooth skin, slowly making my way up from her thighs. Her scent was flooding my mind, and I planted a kiss on her dripping sex, making sure to lock my lips around hers and sink my tongue deep inside of her. Susan moaned and bucked her hips immediately, and soon I found myself in a Susan thigh sandwich.
“Cum for me…” I hissed out in parseltongue.
Susan’s thighs squeezed around me as her body writhed, her moans egging me on. I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her harder as she erupted in my face.I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her harder, greedily sucking every bit of her juicy outpouring, as I tried to devour her whole.
Suddenly, Susan’s death grip around my head relaxed, and I felt her legs drape over my back. Her hips rocked gently, as I lapped at her sex, sending soft quivers through her body that echoed with moans of pleasure. I looked up and found her looking at me, her lips parted, and her eyes molten with raw desire.
“Take me, Harry,” she whispered. “Make me yours.”
Parting her legs, I knelt on the bed, gripped the shaft of my cock with one hand, and her thigh in the other, and angled myself to rub the tip along her folds. She was impossibly slick, radiating a soft warmth like a winter noon. Ever so slowly, I pressed the tip towards its goal, her pussy lips embracing it like an old lover, threatening to make me lose control already.
“More…” Susan gasped.
I leaned in, and kissed Susan in the lips, my chest rubbing against her voluptuous breasts. She coiled her hands over my neck and pulled me closer, her legs doing the same around my waist, inevitably pushing my cock deeper into her folds. Her tunnel was tiny and constricted tightly around my shaft, but she was so wet and welcoming that I could almost feel her sucking me deeper and deeper inside of her. The tightness reached a crescendo as I pushed around halfway of my cock into her, and I decided that this was probably about as much as she would take the first time and started sliding back out.
Susan though, had other ideas.
“No!” She groaned in displeasure, and pulled me tighter, impaling herself deeper than before. The sudden thrust surprised me, as my climax rushed in. I gritted my teeth, trying to stave off the orgasm but Susan, spitfire that she was, had much less restraint.
She raised her hips upwards, meeting my cock as it hit all the way into her folds, my balls hitting her hips with a soft thud. Susan opened her mouth to let out a silent scream, as the mushroom tip speared her, and she fell back, only for me to plunge back into her hole. Susan kept turning her head from side to side, her mewls of pleasure increasing in volume and quantity as I slowly dragged my cock in and out in painstakingly slow moves. After the dozenth time, I felt her pussy flutter around my dick, and she let out a gasp of pleasure.
“More…” she panted. “More… I need —”
I cut her off, slamming myself into her again. The noises she made, oh God! It was like she was being brutally murdered, and I was worried for a moment that it would either wake Amelia up or at least the elves would notice and pop in, but neither happened. There were no second positions, no shifting. I stayed on top, and kept drilling into her, relentlessly fucking the gorgeous redhead below me. After her seventh or eighth orgasm, Susan stopped moaning, and instead, had a fucked-stupid grin plastered on her face. Deciding that she probably had enough, I slid out of her, and lay down next to her.
We must have stayed like that for five minutes at least, before Susan let out a loud moan.
“Bugger!” She said at last. “You’re a machine.”
“That was quite intense, wasn’t it?”
“You’re telling me,” she all but moaned, looking at me and then at my rock hard dick. “You didn’t even cum, did you?”
I smiled. “I can go on for longer.”
“I could tell,” she said, wiping her face with her palms.
I pulled away from Susan’s body and ran my eyes over her delectable frame. Sweat glistened along her abdominals and beaded down her bountiful chest, trickling down between her breasts. A huge grin was plastered to her gorgeous face as she gazed at me with lust-filled eyes.
“Now I know what Hannah and Megan would keep blabbering about,” she said with a chuckle. “You know… I think I anticipated this happening when I invited you here.”
I arched an eyebrow. “You anticipated me fucking you and your aunt?”
“Ew,” she recoiled. “You had to mention that, didn’t you?”
“Sorry,” I said sheepishly, as I sat beside her. Susan put a lone finger into her pussy folds and dragged out the juice within, studying her now sticky fingers with close attention.
“Wow,” she said. “This feels so dirty, and yet, I want to rub it over my body.” She blinked, and scrunched her face, as she regarded me. “Does that make sense?”
She looked so earnest, that I couldn't help but laugh.
“Don’t laugh at me!” she scowled. “I’m just… trying to come to terms with things.”
“What things?”
“This…” she said, trailing her sticky fingers across her body, all the way to her breasts. “You making me a woman. You and Auntie. No matter what she says, I know Auntie. She won’t stop at being the Potter Regent. She wants you, and she covets the Lady Potter title more than anything.”
“You know that can’t happen. Her reputation…”
“She won’t give two fucks about that,” Susan snapped, her assertiveness taking me by surprise. “Auntie doesn’t do things half-way. The mantle of Lady Potter has always run her life. Now that she’s so close to getting it, she won’t consider anything else. Plus, it’ll give her equal standing with me, because I’ll be Lady Bones. She thinks that by being your wife, she can effortlessly dominate all your other wives and any concubines you choose to fuck. She… How do I put this? You dominated her, so she’ll follow you. But nobody can come between you two, and Auntie will ensure that the others know their place.”
“What makes you think I’ll let her?”
Susan let out a perverted chuckle. “Oh Harry, what makes you think you even have a chance? For all we know, you might have already impregnated her.”
I blanched as I considered her words. No, she couldn’t be serious. That was literally insane. Amelia was the DMLE Director. She had painstakingly risen from a cadet to the military head of the country. No way she was going to give all that up just to be the Lady Potter, would she? No, that was way too much. Way too far. Way too serious. And yet —
It would be just like her. Pushing the extra mile.
You’ve won the wager, she had said. But I sincerely doubt victory is yours.
And the worst part? My cock throbbed at the idea. Throbbed at the image of a pregnant Amelia Bones, walking through the Ministry of Magic, her pregnant belly showing, a horde of reporters demanding her to enlighten them with the identity of her baby’s father — the greatest scandal in Wizarding history. My cock craved the illicit filthiness of the idea.
“Wow,” Susan drawled. “Someone sure loves the idea.”
I blinked, and looked at her. Susan giggled, and began stroking my cock, moving down the bed to take me in her mouth. I fell down to the bed, and allowed her to be on top.
“But that’s for later, Harry,” she said, giving the tip a kiss. “For now, gimme this big dick of yours.”
Her mouth was warm, wet and inviting, as she began bobbing her head down on it, deepthroating it with ease, her hands trailing down my hip to grab my arse.
“I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this.”
“With a cock this nice?” she said, running her tongue along the underside of my shaft. “What girl wouldn’t? Say Harry, what do you say about extending this holiday a little more? I can even bring Hannah in. You know… both of us, together…”
My cock throbbed at the idea.
“Oooh, someone likes it.”
“And your aunt will hate it,” I grinned back.
Susan shrugged. “Yes, that will be… how do you put it? Serendipitous?”
We chuckled.
“She’s going to be so mad!” Susan giggled.
Her usually crimson mane looked particularly messy after our short romp. I had expected her to feel confused and exhausted, but instead her smile seemed brighter, and all the shyness seemed to have melted away from her since the first time she had bared her body to me. Now she pushed herself to my side, her naked body displayed as if she had been doing it for years.
“I’m blaming you if she finds out,” I said.
“Don’t you dare!” she replied. “I’ll tell her it was your idea.”
“My idea? You told me about this.”
“And you liked it.”
“Yes I did,” I said, giving her a kiss. I embraced her nakedness as our tongues met with a happy reunion. It was a unique sensation, something no words could describe. What I shared with Susan wasn’t sex, but pure lovemaking. That me and Amelia had sullied her innocence in our silly games made me feel angry and remorseful. Susan… she deserved to be loved, deserved to have her blissful first time. She should have been allowed to experience the joy of being deflowered with all the affection she could get.
She was not supposed to get face-fucked like a whore.
“Susan….?”
“Mmm?”
“I’m sorry.”
She met my eyes. “For what?”
“For what happened earlier. I should’ve told you about my being an incubus. And I swear I didn’t know that Amelia would—”
“Tie me up, and make me watch you two rut like animals?” Susan spat, the sudden anger in her voice taking me by surprise again. The way this girl could shift tones was a mystery in itself. “Or maybe drench me with your lustiness?”
I paused. “....yes?”
“And let Auntie poison my head, and make me go down on you?”
“...yes.”
“While you watched as she demeaned me, enjoying as you face-fucked me like a misogynistic pig?”
I flinched at the disgust in her tone. For a moment, I thought she was going to attack me. Instead, she glared at me, putting her slim hand on my chest, and pushed me down on the bed again. She straddled my thighs, her wet, dripping pussy hovering above my rock hard pipe, mere inches apart.
“I just want you to know that what you did was disgusting.”
Her bare breasts grazed against my chest, and I wondered if the girl had a split personality.
“What you did was wrong! And despite what’s about to happen, I want you to know that I utterly despise you for everything you did. You… you destroyed my relationship with my aunt. You… you made me into this. You’re responsible for what’s about to happen.”
“And what…” I ventured, “ — is about to happen?”
Susan looked down her nose at me, her dislike evident.
“You made me into this slut,” she said. “And now this slut is going to fuck your brains out.”
The clarity in her tone, the sharp disgust and the surreality of our positions sent a ripple through my cock. It was difficult to not just take her right then and there.
“I’m going to give you better sex than even Auntie. Yes, she might have an advantage now, but she’s delusional if she thinks it will stay like that forever. She’s a twisted, scheming cunt that wants to act like she’s a school girl. But she isn’t. She’s old. She can keep deluding herself, but her best days are behind her. She’s slipping. Someday she’ll look in the mirror, and see her age catching up with her. A few more wrinkles, some crow’s feet. Maybe those big breasts she’s so fond of are sagging just a bit. She might even become Lady Potter, might dominate me behind closed doors. But out there, every single time she’ll be on your arm at parties, mingling with young people, she’ll be reminded of her age. And that,” Susan grinned, something terrible in her eyes, “is how I’ll win.”
I suppressed the urge to palm my face. Devil’s Charm or not, these two women were dead set on one-upping the other, and somehow, they’d drag me into this mess. I had thought that Amelia was the psychotic bitch while Susan was simply reacting, but maybe both of them shared more than just genetics and a magical lineage.
After all, batshit crazy could just be batshit crazy.
With a bit of loco thrown in for a side-dish.
“So yes,” said Susan, “I’m going to ride this fat, fucking cock! I’m going to smother you with my big tits while I ride your fat cock with my tight pussy. I’ll fuck you until you make me scream. I’ll let you fuck me till you make me your bitch!”
She lowered herself just enough to insert the tip into her folds, teasing me further.
“And?” I asked.
Her eyes were sparkling with lust, her body a livewire. She needed release.
“If you make me cum like you did Auntie, then I’ll be your bitch for life,” she whispered. “Outside, I’ll be Lady Bones, and you, my husband. Inside, I’ll be the bitch on the floor, wearing your collar.”
“You know what they say….” came a voice from the doorway. “Big talk and no action.”
We glanced at the door and found Amelia, naked as a jaybird, standing there, revealing her hourglass figure in all its glory. “You really want to prove you’re better, Susie? You think you’re the Queen slut? Then you better back your words up.”
Amelia’s teeth showed. “Against me.”
Comments
Jordan Lopez
I completely agree with what you said. But I'd be willing to try my damnedest to thrive in his situation
KristofferXxXxX
I don’t know if I should be jealous of Harry or not? He’s such a lucky bastard and yet I can’t help but pity him for being in the situation he is right now :3
