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SD: CH68 - Know Your Place
🕑 Added 2023-06-21 18:54:35 +0000 UTCShe and Harry had just had sex.
Earth-shattering, mind-boggling, loin-stirring, sweaty, dirty, filthy sex.
Amelia never thought it would get to this point. Harry was just a young man. What did he really know about sex? Incubus or not, banging slutty teenagers wasn’t exactly difficult. She had spent twenty years honing her body, perfecting her mind and spirit in search of that one elusive, explosive moment of pleasure. That world-breaking, soul-shaking orgasm. She wasn’t about to let some young dickhead saunter into HER bedroom and act like he owned the place. She wasn’t about to be conquered by a mere boy. The thought was laughable. Yes, circumstances ensured that he was the only guy that could fuck her, but that didn’t mean he could actually handle a body like her. As if, after years of patient wait, the young stud capable of giving her that elusive pleasure would be none other than James’s son. Yes, he had an impressive cock and an equally impressive stamina, but she hadn’t seen any art in his technique when he had first fucked her in her office. Plus, she had been reeling from her first-ever orgasm in twenty years to criticise the one dick that gave it to her in the first place. Still, Amelia had her doubts whether he’d actually be able to make her cum without her voluntary submission. Her mind was a masterpiece — a psychic oubliette of interlocking mind streams and unparalleled defences. To break through that was a near impossible task, and Amelia didn’t think that anyone, let alone James’ son had the nerve or the talent to get the job done, to give her that one good fucking orgasm.
But she was wrong.
By Morgana’s lacy bra, she was dead wrong.
Harry didn’t make her cum once. He made her cum thirty-one times.
Amelia had no idea if her orgasm count was even close to accurate. She had lost count, because she was too busy seeing stars. What felt like a dozen world-shaking, pussy-creaming, body-quaking orgasms roared through her body during the first few spars. He worked her body like a maestro, playing her like an instrument, his mighty cock pulling orgasm after orgasm after orgasm from her body as if it was his sole purpose, as if he was built solely as a tool to help her cum. His cock was the key she needed to unlock the untapped vault of orgasms she had been saving for the last twenty years.
The best thing was that he knew that he could handle her. Deep down, he knew he had her number. Merlin, Amelia loved arrogance in a guy, especially when he could back it up. And he did back it up. She had seen men older, stronger and powerful than him falter when facing the DMLE Director for ten minutes. Harry? He had the nerve to tell her that he’d be done in ten, but she’d need far, far more to digest his presentation.
And he had. To be candid, Amelia had gone out of her way to cut down every single proposal he had offered. She had ruthlessly discarded every single one of his arguments and thrown them at his face. She had watched him constantly pull off newer and newer alternatives, using her own situations and limitations exquisitely to his advantage. If he was any better, he’d sell water to a well.
If not for her Occlumency, she’d have orgasmed right then and there.
And he kept doing that. Over and over. She had challenged his business acumen, and he had shown her that he knew his shit. He tried very hard to hide it, but Amelia was certain that the notes on the files were of his own making. How a third-year pass out at Hogwarts had developed such acumen was a mystery in itself, but Amelia hadn’t pried any further into it.
Plus, she was having too much fun trying to decipher it herself.
The spellcasting practice had been another example. Harry had claimed that a good student doesn’t need to be a good scorer. A simple statement by all means, but there was nothing simple about the person who had said it. He might not even have known it, but he had her hooked. Every facet of his identity had its own mystery, and the total was greater than the sum of its parts.
Amelia had witnessed his performance, and she had been wowed.
His third performance had left her utterly conflicted. The way in which he had seen through her, had disarmed her with his words, Amelia might as well have been naked before his insightful gaze. Was it any surprise that her clothes had followed suit? He had backed up his arrogance, and Amelia was happy to back her arse onto that fat cock of his. The things he did to her body, her long legs, her round arse, her big tits… the way he controlled her, first in the tub, then during dinner and then on her worktable, the way he pounded her in bed, the way he handled her… the thought of it was enough to make her cum all over again.
She had told Harry that if he beat her, if he conquered her in bed, then she’d step aside. And he did. Amelia wasn’t afraid to admit that Harry had conquered her. She had no idea what he was truly capable of. What he could do in the bedroom. She didn’t know how a guy his age could fuck a woman so completely, but he did. The parseltongue was a nice touch, and that power he used in the end…. Amelia shuddered. Not only was he better than her at sex, he was a lot better. As she had told him during the sex, his cock was a weapon designed to tame sluts. And he had tamed her, the biggest slut of all. Harry’s slut. Where did this talent come from?
How by Morgana was he an incubus?
Harry didn’t know this, but he hadn’t gotten Amelia naked and in his arms just because of the contract. Sure, at first, she had told herself that she didn’t really want this, that they were having sex simply because he ticked all the checkboxes of the contract. But even then, she knew that he was fucking hot. She didn’t really want to admit it, but she had a thing for younger men. And when they got rolling in the bathtub, she couldn’t help but assess him sexually.
Younger? Absolutely. Was he a stud? Clearly. Was he hot and sexy? Obviously. Quidditch player? Yes. Arrogant? Fuck yes. And most importantly, was he hung? Mmmm, absolutely yes. Harry was a cocky son of a bitch, and she was being quite literal here, for Lily was a bitch in every sense of the term, but Harry’s ego transcended James by a magnitude. That type of guy made her wet. He had what it took. He was her match. Despite her earlier thoughts to the contrary, the forces of fate bringing them together were too strong to counter. The battle of sex was quite simply, inevitable.
That’s why she enjoyed the game. Deep down, Amelia knew how this would end. He had a great cock, and a greater stamina, and most importantly, he knew how to use his tool. Amelia could have been happy with keeping him her dirty secret under secrecy vows, but she was too deep into the game, and she wanted it all.
Just being with him opened the doors in her mind, the doors that she had sealed away with her Occlumency. Politics, power, skill, defiance, spirit and sex — he had her defeated on all fronts. She hadn’t even realised just when she had stopped seeing him as a sink for her physical pleasures, to a partner, someone that was her equal if not surpassed her. She thought she knew him, but she had seen a side of him that she didn’t know he had. She had seen a monster inside him, a sex-crazed beast, and even though he was still Harry Potter, it scared her a bit. Not that she was fearful of him or anything like that, but it was at that point that she realised she didn’t know him at all. He was something that she had never encountered. Letting him have his way in the bath had felt like the end to all her penance. Little did she know that he wasn’t her reward, but her judge, one who’d test her penance and sentence her future over it. Amelia was afraid, afraid that she really couldn’t handle him.
Truth be told, even Harry looked shaken from the encounter. He hadn’t been lying about the Incubus powers. He had warned her, over and over again. Hell, he had practically begged her to accept defeat, and warned her against the maelstrom ahead. But she had been too arrogant in her own power, too stubborn to accept that his power was a force beyond her ability to control. Harry had even looked a bit lost and unsure near the end.
And then he had brought in the demon within.
And it had ravaged her whole.
That uncertainty, that lack of control in his eyes…. Amelia had hated it. Despised it. This was a sex god, and such uncertainty in his eyes was practically an anathema. It was then that Amelia realised that Harry needed her more than he needed anyone else. She knew what she needed to do, even if he hated and despised her for it.
“Yes, you outfucked me,” she told him. “And you won the wager. But I sincerely doubt victory is yours.”
The rage that kindled in his eyes made her melt.
“What do you mean?” he demanded.
Amelia hadn’t responded. Instead she pushed herself up to the edge of the bed. He had fucked her so hard, she had orgasmed so many times that even the simplest of wandless magics was beyond her at the moment. After what transpired, she needed at least a day or two to be able to walk normally. With great effort, she pulled the wand off the table and pointed it at the wall behind him, where her last card, her ace in the hole, was sitting on a chair, incapacitated and silenced.
Her dear little poppet.
“Finite Incantatem!”
The shock in his eyes felt like an aphrodisiac to her.
She hadn’t really lied to him when she said that she had one final lesson to teach Susan. Susan had played her card a little too soon, and become vulnerable as a result. She thought that her position as the Lady of the House would make Amelia play ball. Silly girl! Amelia Bones was the ringmaster, but the tiger in the cage. She was proud of Susan for a lot of things, but this? This was insulting. Amelia had spent two entire days flaunting her body and her sexuality in front of Susan, and driven her to tears. But she knew her well. Susan would not give up, she’d keep coming until Amelia taught her exactly who was the Queen bitch.
In a way, it hurt her to hurt Susan like this. But she had to be shown. She needed to know exactly what Harry was, and what he was made of. In the same vein, Harry had to be shown that without the mantle of the Lady Bones, Susan was nothing. Really, if he seriously thought that she’d give up that big dick after that transcendent, world-shaking encounter, he was a bigger fool than she thought.
Harry would be wasted on a girl like Susan. She was too limited, too unsexy to ever be a good match for him. Harry being married to her would be like Picasso painting your bathroom. He had too much raw talent to just throw it away like that. It was Amelia’s duty, as his well-wisher, and unless things had changed, the new Potter Regent, to make sure that the Lord went down the right path. That path being with her, fucking the shit out of her.
He deserved her. And she deserved him.
Amelia had been lying about one thing though.
She didn’t want to stay as the Potter Regent. She wanted to be Lady Potter.
His Lady Potter.
She had dedicated her entire life to that mantle. Even after James’s death, she had gone through the strict penance of absolute celibacy for two decades, all in silent wait that one day, her prayers would be answered. And they had been answered. Harry’s cock was like magic, every thick, meaty inch designed to bring a woman to the throes of ecstasy. Amelia LOVED his cock! Loved, loved, LOVED his cock. The massive, bulging shaft was a work of fucking art, tall and thick rod of perfection. And she had experienced it in its fullest fury. She had experienced it in all of her holes, fucking her furiously, turning her previous curiosity to full-sized obsession. She couldn’t live without it. Far from just being an end to her celibate lifestyle, his cock had become her muse. From the day she had seen it, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it and what it did and would do to her. The image of those thick, swelling balls of cum shooting their innards out through that shaft wet her just by thinking of it. She would happily run her finger along that tip, collecting his leaking cum upon her finger, toying with it and teasing him. She’d let that cock stretch her insides and pump his hot cum deep into her.
Merlin! She even loved his cum. How fucked up was that? Amelia had always thought it was a disrespectful thing for a guy to come on a girl’s face, but after he tamed her with that cock, she’d be happy to let him paint her face with them every single hour. On her face, her tits, her arse, all over her. She loved how thick it was, and how much he could cum every single time. She loved how warm it was, and how it slipped down her throat like pumpkin juice. Every single time she swallowed it, she’d be filled with lust anew and be ready for more sex. She loved his cock, his balls, and those parts of him clearly very much loved her back. His cock needed someone to care for it, and who better than to care for them than her?
And if Harry thought she’d just let him return to mediocrity after this, he was very much mistaken.
Harry was a sex god. Amelia was happy to take his thick offering. He had made her experience things that she had never known possible. Amelia had always thought of herself as the top of the pyramid, a true fucking sex-goddess, untouched and unmarred because she was just beyond their ability to please.
Harry had corrected her notions. And now, Amelia planned to learn from him. To learn from a true master. A sex god and a sex goddess were meant to be together. Both of them were masters of their craft. A perfect match. Two artists in the craft of sex, and their canvas was the bedroom. They didn’t belong to the masses, among mere mortals. They belonged with each other, honing their craft.
Harry was up for a very significant complication in his life.
Maybe she always knew what would happen. It was why she had Susan bound and silenced like that, letting her a first-row seat to the odyssey that followed on the bed. A masterpiece in the process of creation. She was witness to the fucking perfect sex that transpired, Amelia and Harry in the bedroom, doing things that most people couldn’t imagine doing, much less try to recreate. Harry brought out her absolute best, and drove her to improve, to conquer him, to ride him into the mattress. But Amelia couldn’t, for she could never out-do him. And at this point, she didn’t even want to. Getting fucked into submission by him, getting fucked so well that she couldn’t just take it anymore and had to cum… the sensations were incredible. She had seen themselves in the mirror, with her on all fours, and him grabbing her hair and thrusting into her arse, his muscles flexed, face screwed up in concentration as he drove his battering ram into her tight, squeezing arse. He looked like a Greek god, and he was all hers. She’d look at her own body, coated in sweat, cum and tears, her skin glowing, her massive breasts swinging like two large melons, her plump lips spread as she gasped, her smoky eyes and her wild hair falling all over her face, as she got ravished in just the way she needed.
She was a goddess, and he was her god.
All she could think about during those moments was that, quite frankly, she fucking deserved this. She had put up with twenty years of celibacy. She deserved more than that. A lot more, and Harry could give it to her. She was too gorgeous to be wasted any longer, and way hotter than every other woman, and her body was fucking perfect. Someone as sexy as her deserved to be fucked constantly and properly. She deserved the best, and she didn’t want Harry to be fooling around. Amelia wanted the best, and she wanted it from him. He was the only guy enough to handle her the way she needed it.
But.
She doubted he felt the same for her. After all said and done, Harry was an incubus and more importantly, a greedy son of a bitch. He had seen something in Susan, whether it be just another virgin, or a powerful pawn sitting on the mantle of the Lady of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Bones. Potter, Black and Bones — if he had Susan, then he’d get a very powerful faction on his side on the Wizengamot.
Amateur.
If one could gain power through mere coalitions between the great houses, then the world would have been far simpler. Gaining control in the Wizengamot involved seizing the initiative, and surprising the rest of the flock enough to push them out of their siege mentality. One needed the power, the fortune and the means to launch an assault to overthrow the status quo. And given that he was playing against Lord Voldemort, nothing less than a systematic purging of all treacherous elements within the government, the military and the press would get him what he wanted. The institutions would remain in place, but the majority of the people operating those institutions would need to be removed.
Compared to that, the three Houses were practically nothing. House Black was a powerful tool in the hands of Lucius Malfoy, but under Harry Potter? Just a big name with zero alliances under its banner. The same held true for House Potter. House Bones held power, but not because of its Lady, but because of Amelia’s own position as the DMLE Director. Even with the votes the three houses would get him, Harry would need to form shadow coalitions, buy votes to prevent unfavourable amendments from being passed, and by tainting the opposite side with manufactured scandals. And of course, his own repo as a playboy would not help his case.
No, Harry needed a firm hand to help him in dealing with this. Someone like her. Amelia had stopped thinking of herself as the Bones Regent and started thinking as the future Lady Potter. And she had a very good idea of how to help Harry achieve that goal. It was time to down all distractions between them, and show people their place in the fucking heirarchy.
Susan would be the first on that list.
Amelia felt like such a naughty slut, meeting Susan’s eyes like that, covered in Harry’s cum. If her plan worked out, Harry would get what he wanted and so would she. Susan…. Susan would just have to be happy to pick up the mess. As was her fate for daring to come between her and Harry.
“I told you,” she said calmly. “I still had one last lesson to teach her, didn’t I? And now she’s seen you at your worst. If she can accept this avatar of you, you have my consent for marriage. The question is, will she?”
Harry looked at Susan, then at Amelia, and then back at Susan, his eyes wide open in surprise, and maybe, a hint of fear.
Amelia twisted her wand, and the bindings fell off.
“OHHHMMYYYGGUHHHHH!” Susan screamed out instantly, her palm on her lips. “You — you—”
Amelia gave her a wicked smile.
“You — you were fucking her like — and you! You’re an incubus and you, and she —” Susan frothed, unable to even express herself properly. She put her hand over her mouth again, droplets of sweat all over her form. Amelia idly wondered if watching two masters of sex rut like that had given the virgin an aneurysm. Susan looked like she was outright nauseous, staring at Harry’s nudity, and then at her, slowly taking steps backward.
So, Susan thought she’d just run away from this? Not on her watch. With a twist of her wand, Amelia spun the floor beneath her laterally, making her run into her instead of away from her. The back of her head hit one of Amelia’s perky, jutting, cum-stained breasts. She jumped away and spun around, turning to face her.
Susan’s eyes widened as she took her in. At her naked body, her huge tits, her tight stomach, and her exposed cunt. They stood there, studying each other for a few moments, before Amelia reared back and slapped Susan across her face.
“Ah!” Susan yelped, and fell to the floor.
“AMELIA!” Harry called out in shock.
“Auntie!” Susan said, rubbing her cheek in pain. Amelia pushed herself off the edge of the bed and stood on her naked toes, bending down and pointing at her.
“Listen you pathetic virgin,” she said, her voice cruel and callous. “And understand this well. I’m twice your age, and I’m still better than you in every single way.You’re a pathetic excuse of a girl, and the idea of this sex-god actually loving you is a silly joke at best. Face it, Susan. You think you’ll ever be able to outperform what I just did?”
“Amelia —” Harry began, but she shut him up with a raised finger. This was her dominion. He might be her god in bed, but outside it, she was the ruler. Always was. Always would be.
She jutted her chest out at her. “You saw how I challenged him. You saw how I relentlessly tried to dominate him. He had to unleash his inner monster to dominate me. Tell me, do you really think that your pathetic attempt at cuddling and jerking his cock is enough to get him to cum anymore? Do you really think he’ll even be remotely satisfied with his future wife, now that he’s had me?”
Susan opened her mouth, but only throaty sobs came out.
“The way I see it, you have two options left. The first, you realise that there’ll always be women like me with better bodies than your pathetic one, and you’ll always fucking lose. You can run away and whine about unfairness, but that won’t get you this cock. It’ll give you a life of loneliness, cause that’s all you’ll deserve.”
Susan trembled. “You— you’re wrong!”
“Am I?” Amelia smiled. Who knew her niece had this much fortitude in her? “You’re the worst kind of fake, Susan. You talk big, you act clever and crafty, but in the end, you’re nothing special. Nothing out of the ordinary. You’re sheep. A pretender.” She stared deep into her niece’s eyes and saw anger boiling over.
“Go bugger yourself!” Susan snapped. It looked like all this humiliation was finally bringing her out of her shell. “I’m an intellectual, intelligent, independent woman! I don’t care what you think of me! I’m not a slut like you!”
Harry, meanwhile, just watched. That, and his eyes kept shifting back and forth, as if he was reading something. Filing that away for later, Amelia regarded her niece again.
“Intellectual? Intelligent? Independent? You’re a little girl that does things to make the higher ups happy. Just like I said, nothing special.”
Susan laughed at her face. “Oh, you mean a submissive slut like you that opens her legs to someone of my age? That lets him fuck her arse like a whore? I’m done with you and I’m done with Harry. Don’t think that you can push me around, Auntie. You might be the DMLE Head, but you’re still a Regent. My Regent. You do what I say, and right now, I don’t want to see your fucking face again! Go away, and take that bastard incubus with you. I have a lot to do with my life than be pushed around and fucked from behind like a pig.”
Amelia smiled. Susan’s words were true. Mostly. She was not one to be treated as a whore. And Harry didn’t expect that from her. That he had only cuddled with her, despite her being in his bed was proof enough. Regardless of his agenda, he was a perfect gentleman with her. He had never attempted to throw Susan down and use her like a whore. She had never cum except by her own fingers. She might have heard tales from Hannah, but the best she had gotten to was slobbering over Harry’s chest and jerking his cock.
But that was fine. Amelia knew her type. Susan looked down on other girls and women for being sluts, when deep down, she wished for what they had but was too much of a coward to push that far. All it took was a little cajoling before the slut side of them began to shine. And if Harry was to marry Susan, he wouldn’t be marrying the proud, regal Lady of house Bones. He’d be tying a leash on her neck and dragging her across the floor like a dog.
And it was Amelia’s job to get that done.
Anything for her sex god.
Speaking of Harry, she studied his face. There was apprehension and… terror? Just what was going on? Had she not been in the middle of turning Susan’s life upside down, she’d have halted everything to decipher this newest mystery.
She supposed she just needed to work faster.
“You saw him fucking me with his giant dick. Do you remember how it felt in your hands?”
Of all the things she had said to her, this surprised Susan the most. Amelia twisted her lips in amusement as Susan turned her head slightly towards the left at Harry, or more precisely, at his large, hung cock. All that fucking, and it was still taut as ever. Hard, thick, meaty dick. Amelia watched as Susan couldn’t take her eyes off it. Perfectly natural. Even now Amelia wanted to gorge on that dick and she had just run through a fuckathon. The way it hung between Harry’s legs, his full, heavy balls hanging below in his smooth sack. It was enough to hypnotise the best of women.
She took a step forward, and whispered into Susan’s ear.
“You like?”
Almost imperceptibly, Susan nodded.
Amelia smirked. The hook had been successfully baited. Now, it was a simple matter of reeling her in.
“You can touch it if you want,” she offered, a dark seductive angel hovering over Susan’s right shoulder.
Susan turned just a tad more, now facing Harry’s cock instead of Amelia. Her eyes couldn’t pull themselves from it. Her nose flared, detecting the animalistic scent pulsing from his meat, and from the cum splattered all over Amelia’s body. The seed had been planted, and it was quickly taking root in her mind. And if things kept going this way, it would be Harry’s seed that would be planted in Susan next, preferably in much more pleasurable places.
“....No!” Susan said, looking away from a long moment. “That or not what I want. Harry’s a monster! An incubus! A fucking arsehole with a giant, sexy cock! Just because he can make a girl scream in the bedroom doesn’t mean…”
Susan blinked, looking utterly flustered as she met Amelia’s smug features.
“Thinking about him in bed, are we? Miss intellectual, independent woman?”
Susan glared at her.
Amelia’s smile widened. “Do not pretend, Susan. Why do you think you immediately came to think about how good he’d be in bed? Did your friends tell you how a really big cock would feel? Not all women are built to handle a big cock, and most of them just shy away from fear. But tell me, does seeing that cock want you to give it a try? Do you want to see if it reshapes your virgin pussy, or does the pain break you in half? Did you fantasise about having him break you? Are you a size queen, Susan?”
Yes. Yes she was.
“Shut— shut up!” Susan stammered. “Sex isn’t all there is to a relationship! Yes! I’d have liked Harry to make love to me and make me a woman, but you know what else I liked more? His choosing to be free instead of blindly following pureblood protocol like a high-strung bitch like you. His ability to choose what to do with his life, instead of carrying the burden of his predecessors. I liked him for helping others, for doing the good that I couldn’t. I admired him and wanted him as my freaking husband! But this! You— you took that away from me! I don’t recognize this monster! You want him so bad, right? Well, you can have him. You two deserve each other!”
“Oh yes,” Amelia grinned. “Harry and I deserve each other. I like driving myself down his thick, meaty cock. I like him thrusting into my arse. I love it when he grabs my breasts and mauls them like he owns them. I love being choked on his fucking cock! And do you know what else I love?”
She edged closer until her face was inches from her.
“Knowing your nipples are rock-hard by imagining what I just told you.”
Susan went purple.
Amelia threw her head back and laughed. “Do not lie to yourself, girl. You want him to ram his cock deep down into your pussy. You want him to plough your arse. You want him to make you this bitch. You can talk a big game, but you know what he has to offer, and that you’re lower than putty in his hands. You really have low self-esteem. You want Harry, and you want that thick cock of his even more. And if you really want to get that, there is only one way forward.”
Amelia slowly touched her arm. Susan had grown so much in confidence. It was remarkable. This level of improvement was very sexy. Her submissiveness was beginning to shine through though, and if Susan wanted to be with Harry, she’d have to give in. Real, truly independent women always expected victory. But Susan, deep down, was preparing to lose.
Amelia could see it in her eyes.
Susan was rooting for Harry, for that meaty cock she had gazed lustfully on, to end up balls deep inside her tight, dripping, virgin cunt. And if things kept going Amelia’s way, Susan would get her wish soon.
“...what?” Susan asked, her voice trembling.
Her smile almost threatened to tear her face apart.
“You’ve to become his whore.”
