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SD: CH67 - Showdown Part 2
🕑 Added 2023-06-16 17:50:30 +0000 UTCAmelia ground into the base of my dick, swivelling her tight cunt around me, before she lifted herself smoothly, my cock appearing from her overstuffed cunt, coated in her juices. She rose up to the tip, let her arse hang in the air for just a moment, before she drove herself into me. Her arse smacked into my thighs as she drove herself down the full length of my meat.
Smack!
I groaned, the feeling of her squeezing cunt sliding down my cock was an inexplicable pleasure. But Amelia didn’t care for me. She just picked on speed.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Amelia was bouncing on my turgid, pulsing weapon. She was holding the headboard as leverage as she drove herself into me firmly, her body slamming into mine as she fucked me. Her breasts bounced and jiggled with each motion, her nipples dancing in the air. And she just kept driving into me, again and again, relentless.
“You like that?” She panted. You like that, you sick fuck? You see how impotent you are against this tight cunt?” Her hands left the headboard and she gripped my shoulders and loomed over me, her cunt squelching down my cock at an agonisingly slow rate. “Look at you! Lying down like that! A fucking pussy! Just taking it as I fuck you. This is your reality now, Potter. Your father left me for that bitch, and now this bitch will own his son. You’ll be my slut. My fuckstick. Admit it! Harry Potter! Fucking admit it!”
I scowled at her screams. Her behaviour reminded me of Narcissa. That crazed, sex-starved bitch suffered from a massive inferiority complex. It was why despite having a buxom figure and breasts to die for, she had chosen to inject herself with veela blood. Marrying Lucius had given her nothing but sexual starvation, and none of the fuckers at Twilfitt and Tattings had been remotely good enough for her.
And then she found me. The one person that could save her from her prolonged suffering and grant her the pleasure, the validation and the vindication she sought all her life.
It was why she was having me kill her husband, and unless I was very wrong, it would end up with me gaining a hundred percent anchorage from her.
Amelia was the exact opposite. She had used Occlumency to develop a superiority complex as a way to cut out the agony. She had convinced herself that no man out there was good enough for her, and had moulded her body to become the epitome of sexual appeal. Unlike Narcissa who found zero validation from Lucius, Amelia had been bound away by the power of magical contracts. And she had grown despite it, becoming the most powerful woman in the country. Unlike Narcissa who was vindicated by my acceptance, Amelia would need to be tamed by me dominating her in bed.
I would literally need to fuck the superiority out of her.
I reached up and grabbed her boobs, and squeezed them firmly, before slapping them tight, seeing them jiggle around. Amelia flinched at the sudden hit but said nothing.
“Admit what?” I asked. “That you’re already at your wit’s end? That you’ve already offered everything this body can offer, and come out pulling the short end of the stick?”
I smirked at her, pleased at the growing scowl on her face. “Give up, Amelia. If that’s your best, just give up. I’ll date Susan and marry her. You can stay as the Potter Regent. Who knows? Maybe I’ll give you a mercy fuck if you’re beg hard enough.”
Just as expected, her eyes flashed with anger, and she somehow began to ride me faster, slamming herself into me roughly. Neither of us wanted to admit how good the sex was, or how good the other was at pleasuring them. That would be considered a loss, as if admitting to the pleasure was admittance that the other was doing a better job at sex than they were. We were both trying to stay in control. Had this been any other fuck, we’d have been moaning like crazy. Instead, we were insulting the other and doing our best to not cum, hoping to break the other’s resolve first.
And what a resolve it was. I was never into boasting, but at that moment, I wanted to proclaim how outfucking her would send her world anchor shooting sky-high, granting me at least one major perk in the process. She was no veela, but she had given me the most mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex I had ever had, and how every other woman I had bedded in my life paled before her. She had set the bar so fucking high that I doubted any other woman would rise up to the challenge. This bitch was threatening to make sex with others a taxing activity, one doing purely for sustenance, and keeping my existing anchors up and gaining new ones. It was possible that Amelia’s body would become the sole definition for my pleasure.
“Tell me!” She panted. “Tell me I’m the best you ever had! Tell me that no woman can stand up to me!”
I gritted my teeth.
“Tell me that no one deserves to be your wife! Be your Lady Potter!”
She was speaking the truth. Not even Narcissa came remotely close to this. We were in agreement. If there was to be a Lady Potter, Amelia Bones was on the top of the list.
But I didn’t say it out loud.
Why? Because this nifty little perk called Defiant.
A perk that was a manifestation of my rebelliousness. Of my mental fortitude. Of my ego that made me stand against the abyss and yell no. It was made of the determination that kept me laughing and laughing spitefully, while those shadows severed my arms and legs and flung me into a mud coffin, and were burying me alive. I was dying, but even then I did not stop laughing, just to see the frustration on their faces. They might have torn me in half, might have buried me alive, but I am damn sure that they didn’t get any satisfaction from that act. Even to their final days, they’d be haunted by the sounds of my laughter from within the grave.
The Defiant perk did not grant me any skill or affinity towards any magic. It did not grant me Occlumency defences or strengthened my magic. It only reinforced my ego, and gave me the power to withstand mental coercion, especially when it was magically reinforced. It wouldn’t do jackshit against someone perusing through my mind through Legilimency, but it offered an excellent wall of support against compulsion or the Imperius curse.
And what was veritaserum, if not psychic compulsion to speak the truth?
I grabbed her neck with my right hand and pulled her down at me. Before she could fight back, my other hand went around her neck and gripped her hair, and I yanked her downward, flipping until I was above her, keeping my dick still within her as I fucked her. She grabbed my hips and attempted to push me to the side, but the passive power of the Natural Demon was a little too much for her to overcome. That didn’t stop her from wrestling for control, pushing and pulling and trying to use my own strength against me. And then I grabbed her wrists and shoved them above her head, holding them tightly in my grasp.
Smack!
Her face practically vibrated by the force of my slap on her right cheek. I swept my hand back and smacked her on the other cheek, and then again, and again and again. My slaps left tinges of crimson on her skin, while she stared daggers at me, as if trying to burn me with her eyes. Given she was one of the most powerful witches in the country, I wondered if that was on the table. Immolation wasn’t something I had planned against when offering this wager.
“Give up!” I yelled. “Give up before I lose control! Give up before it’s too late.”
“Give up?” Amelia sneered. “You want me to give up?”
And then she spat at me.
I saw red.
I let her hands go, and grabbed her hips and flipped her around. Amelia kicked and threw her arms around but I slapped them away with extreme prejudice. The time for softness and mercy was gone. All those chances that I gave her to resolve the matter without resorting to this outcome were over.
I pulled her downward, until I was standing between her legs, my cock aimed at her puckered hole, while she lay spreadeagled before me. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back, Amelia wincing and yelling slurs at me, but I paid her no mind.
“You wanted the incubus to fuck you, right?” I hissed into her ear. With my other hand, I smacked her nipples, making her scream again “You wanted the incubus so bad? You have it.”
And I let go.
I didn’t care about lubrication. I didn’t care that this was the first time in two decades that she had anyone do anything to her arsehole. I smirked as Amelia let out a strangled squeak that was drowned by the sound of her arse slamming against my thighs. That was the only sound I could make before I started pumping into it without any mercy and used it like a tool for wringing my load out of my balls.
“Give it up, Amelia! Give that arse up to me!” I demanded. I kept pushing, trying to bury my cock into her even harder. “Let me reshape your arsehole.”
Spank! Spank! Spank!
I slapped her arse thoroughly, her defiance fueling my rage. How dare she stand against this? How dare she stay this long without submitting to my inner devil?
“I LOVE IT!” she said, drool rolling off her mouth. With me holding her by her hair, she had put her hands down, as I fucked her arse doggy-style. “I love you spanking my arse! I love your cock reshaping my hole! Don’t ever stop! Don’t ever stop! I want you to keep buggering me every day!”
“Oh yeah?” I questioned, spanking her round arse cheeks again. “Sounds like you’re giving in, Amelia.”
Her expression hardened again, as if my words had triggered something within her.
“Fuck you!” She spat out, her gorgeous, fucked face twisted in venomous disdain as she looked in my direction.
“I will fucking own this arse! I’ll make it my damn property!” I growled, and with that, I pushed the entire length of my cock into her puckered hole. I held it like that for an entire second, before pulling it out and then shoving it back with prejudice.
And again.
And again.
Every single thrust sent waves into her body, forcing her forward, my grip on her hair sending flares of agony in her skull. I reared back and thrust, hilting my cock all the way, and then back again. I wasn’t being tentative. I was taking what was mine. I was forceful, and that was why arse gave in faster than her cunt did.
“FFFFUCK!” Amelia screamed out as her arse stretched further and further. “Merlin! I needed this! Give me MORE! GUH!”
“Admit it!” I said. “Admit that I’ve outfucked you. Admit it that you lost. Admit it that my cock has you tamed!”
“Ugh! Yes! Do your best to tame this bitch! Yes! Please!” she panted, her voice almost a whine as she struggled to maintain her composure through the pleasure I was giving her. “You! Ugh! Feel how my arse is clenching your cock, Harry? Little virgins like Susan would probably faint even at the idea of your cock in their arsehole. She’ll have you doing missionary for the rest of your life.”
Spank! Spank! Spank!
“Gooo Www! Merlin!” She moaned, her arse tightening in pleasure around me. I slapped her full arse-cheeks a few times in anger.
“STOP! TALKING! ABOUT SUSAN! THAT WAY!”
“Ugh! Face it, Harry! You love it when I trash-talk about Susan. You can pretend all you want, but deep down, you love it! You want a woman that can dominate! One with whom sex isn’t just about pleasure, it’s about dominance. About conquest. About facing someone powerful and bringing them beneath you until you have them under your power. Tell me! Tell me! Tell me that you’ve had sex better than this before! Tell me that those school-going sluts can give you what we’ve had in the last thirty minutes! Tell me that trying to dominate me over and over has not gotten your dick harder than any of those virgin pussies ever did. Tell me!”
Her words hit me like missiles, and I let go of her hair. Amelia fell face-first upon the bed and turned her face to look at me, her face victorious. “You might try to hide it all you want, Harry. But you know you love it! I can feel how hard it gets you.”
She purposely clenched her arsehole around me. I reared and grabbed her shoulders back.
“SHUT! UP!”
I thrust and thrust and thrust and Amelia kept screaming and fucking me back.
“UGH! MERLIN! DAMNIT! UGH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
“I hate you!” I hissed. “I hate you for what you’re making me do! I hate you for what I’m about to do!”
“Yes! Yes! Tell me how much you hate me! Tell me how much you like fucking me!”
“I fucking! I fucking love it! Yes! You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had!” I admitted. “You’re better than Narcissa, better than Hestia. Better than the Abbotts together, damn it! The best goddamn fuck I’ve ever had! You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on! I fucking love your face! I fucking your cunt and your arse! And I fucking love your juicy tits. You turn me on more than anyone ever has!”
“Ugh! I’m gonna cum!” Amelia groaned out, my inner turmoil a huge turn-on for her, apparently as her tight arse clung to my throbbing cock. “Ugh! I love it! More! Tell me more!”
I tried to restrain myself, but between the veritaserum and Devil’s Charm, control didn’t feel that easy. “I — I want to fucking break you! I want to give you the best sex you’ve ever had and then fucking walk away! That’ll be my revenge! I want to watch you screaming, knowing you’ll never get this pleasure again!”
“I’m gonna cum!!” Amelia screamed out. I kept pile-driving my dick into her, not slowing down. I reached forward, and grabbed the back of her head roughly, pushing her face into the mattress, grinding her face into the bed as she screamed and moaned.
“I — I want to see you fucking suffer! After all those insults, I — I want to see you beg me to get you to cum! I want to walk away and laugh as you ruin yourself and give me every single thing you have just in hope that I’ll make you cum!”
“Ugh! You horrible horrible —”
Smack!
“I’M NOT FINISHED!” I snarled, smacking her again. I fucked her savagely, treating her like a whore, gripping her by the scalp and rubbing her face into the bed arrogantly, her high-pitched squealing muffled. Amelia writhed under me as she came yet again, her arsehole jerking around me, squeezing my cock, trying to make me cum. But it wouldn't happen. Not this way.
“I — I’d want all of that! But I can’t! I just fucking CAN’T!”
“Why?” She screamed.
“Because you’re so damn likeable!” I snapped at her, pulling back from her arse, and honestly, Amelia paused her moans and blinked, fumbling slightly. “You’re ruthless, and the way you treat Susan only makes me hate you! You don’t bend down like a whore, and are doing every damn thing to dominate me! Ugh! And despite it all, I just can’t fucking dislike you!”
“You,” Amelia began, before her smile turned rapturous. It was the only warning I got before she suddenly pushed herself back up, and flipped herself back up, sitting on her back. She spread her legs, showing me her dripping pussy as she met my gaze.
“You really know how to charm a girl!”
The Devil’s Charm had been steadily rising within me, its influence corrupting my thoughts from the very moment I had activated it. And if I didn’t put an end to it, things would sprawl out of control.
“End it!” I whispered. “End this madness right now! Or you’re not gonna like what’s coming next!”
“Ugh! Merlin!” said Amelia, grinning. “I loved fucking you too. We should keep doing this! Give up, and become my boy toy, Harry.”
“DAMN IT, AMELIA! JUST FUCKING GIVE UP!” I grunted savagely, yanking her chin up. “It’s over! Tell me it’s over!”
“It’s! Not! Over!” She gasped, steeling herself despite my manhandling her. “You will never beat me!”
My lips twisted into a scowl, and I drove my cock into her cunt, and gave her nipples another firm twist.
“Ahh! Fuck!” She screamed and jolted with energy, writhing violently under me, her feet kicking the bed repeatedly, as an orgasm hit her. It went on for a bit, with Amelia cursing and moaning throughout her orgasm, until finally she came down from her high, and spread over the bed, gasping for breath.
That’s when I knew. This wouldn’t stop. Amelia wouldn’t give up. Quitting was alien to her thought process. This was a woman that survived through two decades of orgasm denial. She’d die but not give up.
I knew what I had to do.
I grabbed her chin and lowered my face down to hers. And then, I licked her cheek, my tongue sweeping all over her sweaty nose and lips, only to wind downwards to her chin and her neck. From there, I moved all the way until I was sucking on her right earlobe.
“You’re right, Amelia,” I whispered into her ear, as she shivered. “I see it. You won’t give up! You probably don’t even know how to give up! So I have to take away the choice from you!”
“How?” She gasped. “By begging me to cum?”
I smiled. “Tell me, did you think that Parseltongue was the only secret weapon I had in my arsenal? Think again.”
I looked into her eyes and saw laconic defiance in them.
“I’m afraid the game was rigged against you from the very start.”
And I used the second power of the Devil’s Charm.
One moment I was there, straddling and looming over her, my cock throbbing inside her pussy. The next moment, an ethereal wave of power exuded out of me. I felt her whole body thrum in response to that power, to my presence, my proximity, my… everything. That smile on my face conveyed something to her in a flashing instant — Amelia moaning in ecstasy, beneath me, looking at me with that lovely face mindless with sensation. And with that image came a hundred and thousand others, each of them a single captured moment, the kind of moments that are the only one to survive a frenzied dream, frozen and layered atop one another, each of them a promise, a prediction, and every one of them aimed right at the most base, the most primitive parts of her brain. It wasn’t just limited to visual imagery. Each layer of the flash had its own round of sensual memory, every one of them only partial but intense — touch, taste, scent, sound and vision — dozens and dozens of dreams and fantasies, each of them being their own moment of absolute ecstasy, a memory that was just as real as reality itself, all of them compressed into that one instant of dark inspiration.
That was what I hurled at Amelia.
The reaction was just as priceless.
One moment we were matching gazes, the next moment, her eyes widened to saucers as hundreds of individual moments of ecstasy and sexual gratification hit her in a single strike. She arched her back, her mouth opening but no sound coming out of it. Her hands fell limplessly to the sides and as her pussy quivered for a second and then —
“FUUUCCCKKK!” Amelia screamed her lungs out as she exploded, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Yes!”
Her hands clawed the bedsheets, clawed my arms, bruising, even drawing blood. She wanted to get up, she wanted to get away, she wanted to push me away and pull me deeper. She wanted to coil her legs around me and wanted to push me out of the window. She wanted to scream and she wanted to cry and do a million different things. Her back arched up, pressing her sweaty breasts into my chest as she screamed and screamed. Tears ran down her cheeks and her mouth frothed with spit. Her eyes were wide as saucers and her lips were stretching to an extreme as she screamed and screamed. Her pussy had become tighter than a Gringotts vault, locking my cock within it, while her cunt juices squirted from deep within her, coating my balls, my crotch and the bedspread under us.
I wanted to cum inside her. I wanted to fill her with my thick, creamy cum. My cock and my balls were screaming for release, screaming for me to give in, to allow myself this pleasure. The Devil’s charm had done the trick and it wanted me to indulge myself, let it loose and relieve the pressure within, empty my sack into her. It wanted me to act on those devilish feelings. To fill her pussy with my cum, to fill her to the brim and get her pregnant.
My mind protested, the Defiant perk shouting incessantly in the back of my mind, telling me to fight against it. But I couldn’t. The Devil’s Charm was an upgraded perk, formed of Femme Fatale and Pheromone, and belonged to someone that could rule the world through the power of filthy, nasty sex. My mind was silenced, my rationality stampeded out at the moment, my screaming conscience silenced, as the devil in me now dictated my actions. And that devil craved filth. It craved me to breed this fine specimen of feminine sex. It craved to put a baby in Amelia’s belly.
‘Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ugh! Oh! Fuck!” Amelia squealed, her juices continuing to squirt from her violently.
As she wailed in pleasure as loudly as she could, her walls shook, and I tried my best to survive her orgasm, trying very hard to keep myself from giving in as her pussy squeezed my cock like a clenched fist.
“FUCK! FUCK! UGH!!”
Her cunt kept gripping me, tighter and tighter, wrapping around my cock like elastic, trying to pull every bit of cum from within my balls. It pulled me deeper and deeper, letting her juices coat my shaft. I grit my teeth and tensed all my muscles, doing everything to resist the devil within me and the demoness beneath me. The pleasure was too much to take. I was getting closer to cuming. Closer and closer and closer until it reached a crescendo and —
“CUM IN ME!” Amelia yelled. “BREED YOUR BITCH!”
And I lost it.
“UGh! Fuckkk!” I grunted, my body heaving upwards as cum burst out from my cock.
“Yes! Oh yes!” Amelia screeched like a banshee. “I can feel it! It’s so fucking good! Your cum! In me!”
But I wasn’t listening. I was gone too far into the abyss. The Devil was in charge now. And the Devil wanted to breed this magnificent woman. I squeezed her tits and despite me cumming into her right that moment, it didn’t stop me from drilling my cock into her. I pulled back and shoved back in and in, deeper and deeper, hilting myself into Amelia every single time.
“Yes! Yes! You’re cumming in me! You’re CUMMING IN ME!”
“Yes! Yes I am!” I gasped, and drove into her with a final push, firing all my jizz into her. Her cunt was still gripping me hard, sucking everything like a black hole. It was insanity, it would have serious repercussions, but the Devil did not care. Neither did she. Finally after riding wave after wave of pleasure, me and Amelia both collapsed at the same time, with me above her, her breasts in my palms and her cunt sucking my cock. As it should be.
With Herculean effort, I pulled myself up, and looked at her face, our bodies sticky with sweat and cum and mashed up against each other.
“Well?” I breathed. “Are you ready to accept defeat yet?”
“Ugh! No — I can’t give up!” She groaned, her voice weakened from the strenuous activity, each gasp and pant lacking its harsh edge, now sounding soft and feminine. She was at her worst, barely hanging to the last shred of consciousness by nothing save her stubborn will. “I can’t — Just give me a minute, I’ll— I’ll be —”
“My sex slave, my cum slut, my whore,” I muttered. “Face it woman, it is over. Do you know why?”
“No — wait, don’t I—”
And then I twisted her right nipple.
“Pleaseughhhh! Fuck! I’m CUMMING!” She yelled, her cunt erupting again. I pushed my fingers downward, flicking her pussy, touching her arse, and just casually maintaining physical contact with her orgasming form.
It was a terrifying power, the Devil’s Charm. When used at full strength, it cast an effect that the Screen called The Throes of Ecstasy. In it, the victim’s mind would be bombarded with hundreds of psychic projections, augmented with sensations of all five senses, making it more real than real could be. In effect, it was like having a hundred different orgasms with all of them triggering all at once. The victim would lose all sense of rationality and control and endlessly orgasm until there was practically nothing left. What was worse, the victim’s magic forced her to constantly cum until it could expunge the psychic attack out of its system. And because this attack was directly injected into one’s body — through my cock into her cunt — it bypassed any and all Occlumency in the process.
And when I touched her again, it acted as a stimulus for one of the thousands of psychic memories I had injected her with. Her body reacted instantly, and led her through another mind-shattering orgasm.
I hadn’t been fibbing. The moment I used the Throes of Ecstasy on her, the battle was over. Amelia had lost. No, it was like she never had a chance in the first place. She just didn’t know that bit. She had wanted me to unleash everything I had got, and come at her. And now she had seen the result.
As she so perfectly put it, one must be careful what they wished for.
“Admit it, Amelia,” I murmured softly. “I am your better. Your master. I fucking own you now.”
Amelia looked at me through slanted eyes. Her mouth was open, but no words were coming out. I noticed her lips were moving, as if she were speaking. I slid down and moved my ear to her mouth, and I heard, barely audible, her voice, repeating the same phrase over and over again.
“I can feel it! I can feel it! I can feel it!
I shivered and my eyes widened. I had done it.
I had done it!
“SCREAM IT!” I yelled, grabbing her chin. “SCREAM IT OUT LOUD! BITCH! SCREAM IT FOR THE WORLD TO HEAR!”
“I CAN FEEL YOUR CUM IN ME OH MY GOD!” Amelia wept, tears streaming down her face. “It’s in me! It’s in ME! Nobody ever fucked me like this! Nobody ever fucked me like this! Nobody ever fucked me like this!”
She was crying. Moaning. Grunting. Spasming. All of it and more. Every single touch returned the Throes of Ecstasy upon her, making her spasm and cum like nothing else. Her pussy was spitting out spurts of cum all over the bed. For a woman that had been deprived of physical pleasure for two decades, it was like receiving all of it at once. Her eyes had rolled to the back of her head, and she just stared blankly at the ceiling, her mouth open.
I slapped her face. “Say it. Say it, damn it. Who’s your master?”
“YOU!” She wailed. “You’re my Master! You’re my Master! You’re my OHFUCKICAN’TBEARITANYMOREFUCK! YOU’RE MY MASTER! YOU OWN ME! I AM YOUR FUCKING SLAVE JUST STOP ME FROM CUMMING! I CAN’T BEAR IT ANYMORE!”
“Tell me I broke you! Tell me I fucking outfucked you!”
“You broke me!” She croaked. Or cried. It was difficult to say. “You broke me! You outfucked me! You made me your cock sleeve!”
As I heard those words, I pulled my cock out of her pussy,and let her lie on the bed, utterly spent and wasted. A shiver ran down my spine. Was it over? Had I conquered Amelia completely?
The answer came in the form of a notification.
World Anchor Amelia Bones has gone up to 100%
World Anchor Sealed!
+10 Meta-Luck Points Added as Bonus!
Current World Anchor Analysis
World Anchor — 533
Required World Anchor - 35
Meta-Luck — 51.1
I could have screamed in joy! Yes! I had done it! Amelia Bones, the mean bitch of the DMLE was now mine! At a hundred percent anchorage, she was mine! Hitting a solid anchor had transformed Hermione from a shy girl, afraid of the creature within, to a horny, exuberant, feral whore that had acknowledged her inner monster. Hestia Jones, the Order’s spy, had transformed into a double imposter that was now ensnaring Tonks, another Order member and her best friend, into becoming my bitch. And now, Amelia, already in my clutches thanks to the contract, was now mine to mould as I desired.
Gained Affinities from World Anchor — Amelia Bones
Runecraft +10%
Transfiguration +17%
Psychomancy +31%
Magical Sensing +19%
At 100% World Anchorage, you've gained a Perk!
For hitting 500 World Anchorage, you’ve gained a Coupon!
For hitting 3 Sealed Anchors, you’ve gained a Coupon!
My eyes practically bulged out. Coupon? What the fuck were these? I needed to know, but at the same time, this wasn’t the time to react. I could do that in my private time. I could —
“Harry!”
Amelia’s words attracted my attention, and she looked into my eyes. There was still a bit of fire in them, and for a moment, I wondered if she was about to put up one final defence. Her solid anchorage would not make her absolutely subservient by any means, so there was always a chance of a nasty surprise.
Amelia looked at me with a satisfied smile. “You outfucked me. And now, if you want to marry Susan, you have my blessing. I’ll be the Potter Regent just as you wish, unless… you don’t want that?”
“No,” I said, grinning. “I do. I told you, Amelia. I’d win. You shouldn’t have asked me to use my incubus powers.”
“On the contrary, I’m glad you used them. It gave me a far better idea of what you’re capable of, Harry. But apart from that, who said anything about you winning?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Amelia —”
“Yes, you outfucked me, and you won the wager. But I sincerely doubt victory is truly yours.”
I clenched my fists. “What do you mean?”
Amelia didn’t respond. Instead she slowly pushed herself to the edge of her bed, and grabbed her wand. She must have been really exhausted if even summoning her wand back was beyond her at this moment. And then she raised the wand at the wall behind me and said—
“Finite Incantatem!”
I whirled around, my eyes all but popping out, as Susan appeared, seated on a chair, her hands tied behind her back. I watched the ropes slowly fall off and disappear, as Susan, shaking and tearful and wet, stood up, her dark eyes staring at me, horror filling in them.
“I told you,” said Amelia 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?”
