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Tenebrae Et Lux Chapter 17.
🕑 Added 2024-09-29 22:30:04 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: Spitroasting, BJs, Teasing.
“I want you to know that I think this is a terrible idea,” Hermione grumbled. “We are messing around with your soul. It could have permanent effects.”
Wednesday lazily opened an eye and studied the girl who was quickly becoming one of her closest friends. The brunette was kneeling on the floor next to the refurbished bed, painstakingly carving runes into the polished wood with her wand. She’d stop every few seconds to consult the book next to her, only to huff and erase a rune so she could redo it.
“Noted,” Wednesday nodded. Her attention shifted inward again as she tried to purge her mind of every single thought. Her powers were intuitive and emotional. It was precisely the reason why Hermione hated them. They could not be understood or studied. They were a gift and had to be accepted as given. “Finish the rune bed, Hermione. That time turner won’t give us a lot of leeway.”
“This whole plan is sheer insanity.” Hermione shut the book with a snap and shuffled to the opposite side of the bed. “Can you even handle two Harrys?”
“I can handle a roomful of Harrys,” Wednesday replied smugly. “Something tells me I’d rather enjoy it too. Stop thinking, Hermione.”
“Huh?”
“You can’t solve every problem with intelligence. This isn’t a puzzle. It’s a dance and the one with the stronger resolve will win. Her hate powers her, I just need to make sure I’m on an equal footing and get a little help from…”
Wednesday didn’t have to open her eyes to know Hermione was smiling.
“Love?” Hermione giggled.
“Yes,” Wednesday sighed. “Didn’t think I’d admit it? I’m not one of the silly girls in Enid’s romances, Hermione. I’m not going to dance around the fact that I love Harry.”
“What about me?”
Wednesday cracked a smile at the familiar voice.
“Yes, you, idiot.”
“And me?” The same voice asked, this time from the other side of the room.
“If I must,” Wednesday sighed dramatically. “Did it work? No unforeseen complications?”
“None,” Enid chirped. “But the clock is ticking. We have two hours and fifty minutes.”
Wednesday opened her eyes and stretched. She uncrossed her legs and shuffled up the bed until her back was against the pillows piled up against the headboard, grinning down at her best friend.
“Better get to work then, Harry.”
Enid rolled her eyes and shut the door. “Not yet,” she said, dragging a chair to the foot of the bed. “Hermione has to cover the room with protective runes once she’s done with the bed. We don’t want her to catch us with our pants down.”
Hermione bit back a chuckle.
“I suppose we’ll just have to keep our pants on.”
Wednesday glanced at the Harry leaning against the fireplace’s mantel. Had a man ever looked so fine? His windswept hair spilled over his forehead with a few fringes sweeping across his round glasses. His arms were crossed over his chest. Wednesday eyed the muscles bulging through the gray sleeves of his t-shirt hungrily. She wanted the man to do unspeakable things to her.
“One of us can,” the Harry on the opposite side of the room piped up. “The other will have to take them off. I’m not risking a zipper burn down there.”
Wednesday rolled her eyes. She turned to look at the other Harry, a small smile playing on her lips.
“Both of you are taking everything off and joining me on this bed.”
“Is that an order?” they asked together.
“It is.”
“Well, if we absolutely must,” the man by the fireplace sighed. His shirt was the first to go, followed by his jeans and socks. Wednesday eyed her boyfriend’s nearly naked body hungrily. Her eyes took in the faint white scars scattered across his tanned chest, shifting lower to his firm abdomen and following the trail of hair that ran down from his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his blue boxers. She was so engrossed that she didn’t notice the bed sag behind her, a tiny gasp escaping her lips when she felt the strong arms wrap around her slender frame. “Harry!”
“Yes?” the one by the fireplace spoke.
“Not, you!”
“We’re both Harry, love.” His lips were by her ear, hot breath tickling her skin and sending shivers down her spine. An insistent hand tugged on her black robe, pulling it away from her shoulder.
“And you’re both keeping it in your pants!” Hermione said sharply. “I just finished the bed runes. The bedsheets are ready too. We don’t want Wednesday’s powers to activate until I have the protective wards set up. That’s as far as you’re going for now.”
The two Harry’s exchanged a look.
“Makes sense. Don’t want to bring a horde of Inferi down on us. The undead are a major buzzkill,” the Harry cuddling Wednesday said. He shifted the two of them until both Enid and the other Harry were in view. “But we’re also on a clock so I’ll need to motivate you to work faster, Mione.”
The Harry by the fireplace walked over to Enid and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
“H-Harry!” Enid gasped.
“You can have your girlfriend back when you’ve finished the wards, Mione. Until then, she’s mine.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and huffed, blowing hair away from her face before she pushed herself to her feet. She walked over to the door and began to draw runes on it with her wand.
The two Harrys grabbed Enid and Wednesday’s chins, making them look at each other as their free hands disappeared between their legs.
“Who do you think will cum first?”
“Enid. Our little hellcat is far too stubborn.”
Enid groaned. She instinctively spread her legs, drawing Harry’s hand deeper.
“How about together? They’re inseparable in other things, why not this?”
Wednesday had no strength to voice her support or opposition to the plan. Harry’s firm body was pressed against her. His hand firmly grasped her chin, ensuring she couldn’t look away. The other was under her robe, lazily tracing circles on the creamy skin of her thighs.
Enid’s eyes were locked on Wednesday’s face. They flickered down for a brief second, her gaze following Harry’s hand as it disappeared between Wednesday’s thighs.
“Would you like a better view, pet?” Harry whispered. He wrapped his arm across Enid’s bosom, keeping her pinned against his chest. His fingers teased her slick lips. He pulled away from her for a quick second, waving at Hermione with cum-stained fingers before his palm was pressed against her pussy once more. “Will you be in heat soon?”
“A-A couple of days,” Enid moaned. “Full moon is soon. Oh, Harry!” she shrieked as two fingers speared her tight core.
“Harry!”
“It’s not my fault she’s so tight, Mione,” Harry teased. His thumb lazily caressed Enid’s swollen, sensitive nub. “Not that she’s complaining. Are you, love?”
“N-no…” Enid gasped.
“But you’d better be quick. She wants you. Be a good girl and tell Mione how much you want her, Enid.”
“I need you!” Harry’s finger curled inside her and she screamed. “Mione, please! Hurry!”
“What do you need, my little hellcat?” the Harry cuddling Wednesday whispered.
She refused to crack. Her legs stayed shut and she squirmed in Harry’s arms, playfully trying to get away from him.
“Do you want to see the man you love fuck your best friend silly?”
Wednesday refused to answer. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing how easily he had her wrapped around his finger. How a single word could turn her frozen heart into putty. She belonged to him; heart, body, and soul. Her dark eyes remained frozen on her best friend, watching the colorful highlights in her blonde hair bounce wildly as the werewolf trembled in Harry’s arms.
“Yes,” Wednesday rasped.
Harry smacked her cunt, eliciting a delighted groan. Her mind went blank for a second as her attention shifted to the pain blooming in her core.
“Ask me properly.”
“Master,” Wednesday moaned. His fingers were plumbing the depths of her pussy once more. He was a maestro and she was his instrument, and he knew how to pluck all the right notes. “May I please have the pleasure of seeing you fuck Enid senseless?”
The Shrieking Shack trembled. A smattering of rotting wood broke free from the ceiling and covered Hermione’s hair with a layer of fine dust. She straightened after drawing the last rune, turning around as she wiped the sweat from her brow.
“It’s done. It’s theoretically impossible for her to find us now.”
“Theoretically?” Harry pulled away from Wednesday and looked at his best friend with raised eyebrows. “You said the runes would work.”
“They should. But I don’t know what she’s capable of. Until a month ago it wasn’t possible to create fireproof Inferi. If she can do that-”
“Then she might track us down despite the runes,” Harry finished grimly.
“It’s a risk we have to take. And not what you need to be focusing on right now,” Wednesday growled. Her nails dug into his arm as she grabbed it and pulled his hand back to her thighs. “You were about to do something.”
“Another time, love. We don’t have a lot of time.” Harry pulled his hand away from Enid, ignoring her disappointed whine. He scooped the tiny blonde up and gently deposited her by Hermione’s side. “Tonight is all about you,” he murmured, covering the distance to the bed in three quick strides. The mattress sagged under his weight. The Harry behind Wednesday spread his legs, creating space for his doppelganger to approach Wednesday.
“Hermione, a little help?”
Hermione rolled her eyes and waved her wand to vanish their boxers. She was seated on the chair by the foot of the bed with Enid on her lap, both girls watching the proceedings keenly.
Wednesday felt a surge of power run down her spine as Harry’s throbbing cock brushed against her thigh. She was lifted off the bed, her robe falling off. Before she knew it she was suspended above the glowing rune bed, pinned between her two lovers. Her arms and feet dangled helplessly in the air. She was more than happy to surrender completely, both to Harry and her magic.
Let go, the crones had told her.
“Hermione-” Harry started.
“Don’t worry,” Hermione’s amused voice cut through Enid’s needy whimpers. “I can multitask. I’m keeping an eye on the runes.”
“Good. Knife?”
“I have it,” the other Harry said.
Her blood, his seed. Wednesday’s half-lidded eyes flickered to the glowing runes. She groaned against Harry’s crotch as the knife nicked her side. Drops of bright red blood leaked out of the cut and dripped onto the bed sheet. The runes crackled.
“Who do you belong to, my little hellcat?”
“You,” Wednesday breathed. She felt the hands on her shoulders and hips shifting her body; lowering it till Harry's cocks were brushing against her lips and pussy. One pair of hands moved to her pigtails, the other remained on her hips. Wednesday’s tongue darted out and swirled over Harry’s cockhead, lapping up the precum coating the sensitive glans. He shuddered and groaned, and she redoubled her efforts. “Mine.”
“Brat.”
A tug on her pigtails and she was pushed down on his cock, his length slowly plunging into the warm embrace of her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, drawing him deeper and deeper until his head hit the back of her throat. He didn’t stop there. Tears leaked out of the corner of her eyes as he pushed deeper. Mascara ran down her pale cheeks in thick black trails. Her vision darkened and the haze clouding her thoughts doubled in intensity.
Just as Wednesday was starting to feel dizzy from the lack of air, the hands on her hips pulled her towards him. A muffled moan escaped her lips as Harry’s cock drove into the warm, wet depths of her womanhood. Her dangling limbs twitched. The world around her disappeared. Her eyes remained fixed on Harry’s cock, distractedly tracing the veins on his manhood with her tongue as he pushed into her mouth.
Harry quickly established a rhythm. Wednesday was pistoned between them, tugs on her pigtails and hips pulling her towards one cock and then the other. A hand moved from her pigtails, wrapping around her side and rough groping her swaying breasts. She cried out around the cock in her mouth when Harry’s hand smacked her ass, red blooming on her pale skin in the shape of a handprint.
Fingers pinched her stiff nipple and roughly twisted it. Others lazily circled her clit.
“Hharrrhy!” she cried out, a delightful mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her. Harry’s fingers stayed on her throbbing clit, pinching and gently rubbing the sensitive nub.
“Yes, love?” Harry grunted.
“Dhon’t shtop,” she mumbled. She swirled her tongue around his thick girth. The tip of her nose ran along the length of his cock as she was pushed down on it. She playfully wiggled her stinging bum, trying to entice him to stuff her with both cocks at once. It worked. She moaned around his shaft as Harry impaled her tight pussy. Her cries intermingled with Enid’s needy whimpers.
Instead of alternating, Harry pulled out and dove back in at the same time. His cocks plunged into her depths again and again and again, until she lost track of everything but his heady scent and the throbbing cocks ravaging her petite body. His hand smacked her bosom. She moaned. He flicked her clit. She screamed. She was a toy for his pleasure and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
An eternity seemed to have passed before she felt a familiar tightness in the pit of her belly.
“Ha… Harry!” she cried out in her brief second of respite.
“I know, my little hellcat,” Harry gritted out. “I’m close too.”
Harry pushed into her depths one last time. They came undone together, their moans and groans intermingled into a harmonious melody. Harry erupted into her mouth and pussy at nearly the same time. Wednesday moaned around his cock as a splurt of salty cum coated her tongue. She could feel his seed in her belly. A trickle leaked out of her parted lips and ran down a slender leg, dangling from her toe.
One Harry pulled away once he was completely spent. The other gently lowered her onto the bed, completing the connection. A surge of power ran through her body.
The world around her darkened as she lay nestled between her lovers. Harry was still inside her, the delightful ache keeping her on the edge and lucid. The undercurrent beneath her consciousness tugged and she let go, letting her powers transport her away from the safety of Harry’s arms. She was floating, unbound to both time and space. She pushed against the current, moving upstream. A vision of Harry and her relaxing by the lake from a week ago flashed in front of her eyes.
Satisfied, Wednesday loosened her grip on reality, trusting her magic to take her where she needed to be.
The world she landed in was fragmented. Blurry. A kaleidoscope of broken visions danced around her. She saw Enid and her in a park on a sunny day, pushing identical black prams. To her right Eugene hunched over his grandmother’s dinner table, nose buried in a letter he was writing. She saw her parents dancing in a ballroom full of people. Harry was in front of her, dressed in a crisp tuxedo and standing next to an altar.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Wednesday breathed before she could stop herself.
“And yet.” The voice behind snapped her fingers and every vision cracked before shattering into a thousand iridescent pieces. All that was left in their wake was a black, formless void. “So fragile.”
Wednesday succumbed to the irrational rage gnawing at her. She turned around, her dark eyes flashing with unbridled anger.
“You,” she growled.
“Your powers have been improving,” Delphini smiled. “Good. I was getting bored. The child isn’t interesting at all. He won’t cry, you know? No matter what I do.”
“What child?”
“All in good time.” Delphini clapped her fingers and two chairs materialized in the empty void. She gestured at the one close to Wednesday. “Sit.”
“I’m not here to play your games.”
“This isn’t a game, Wednesday. This is me being cordial.” Delphini sat down on a chair and crossed one leg over the other. “I’m giving you one last chance to join me. The futures you see are what can be. They are not set in stone and I will destroy every single dream of yours unless you agree to my demands.”
“Let me guess.” Wednesday ignored the chair. Everything in the void was of Delphini’s design. She wasn’t stupid enough to trust her constructs, no matter how innocuous they seemed. “You want me to join you in your stupid crusade and in return you’ll leave my friends alone.”
“Quite so. Well, nearly all of them. Eugene has to come work for me and Potter has to die for his crimes.”
“You’re stupider than I thought you were if you think I’d take that deal,” Wednesday snorted. “You talk about destroying my future. I take that deal and all my dreams are dead anyway.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’d find someone else.” Delphini licked her lips. She eyed Wednesday hungrily, her breath hitching as she leaned forward in the chair. “Someone more competent than a boy whose only redeeming quality is unbridled luck.”
“That’s because you haven’t seen him naked,” Wednesday smirked. “As much as I enjoy a murderous rampage, I think your ambitions are stupid. Besides, I’m quite pleased with my choice of partner. So I think I’ll have to decline.”
Wednesday could feel her probing her mind, looking for chinks in her ironclad defences.
Not this time, Wednesday thought grimly. She could feel the power surging through her veins. A faint echo rang in her head, Harry’s phantom presence giving her strength and fortifying her courage.
“If you’re trying to find out where we are, it won’t work,” Wednesday said. “I never make the same mistake twice. The next time we meet will be on my terms.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be so certain of that.”
Delphini’s smile was unsettling. Wednesday suddenly felt uneasy. Delphini had mentioned a child. What child? Whose child?
“You don’t have a child.”
“Not my own, no,” Delphini said, her smile growing wider. “I wondered how long it’d take you to pick up on that. You’re a smart cookie.” Delphini twirled her hand and made a cookie appear in her palm. It was offered and rejected. She shrugged and bit into it. “You’re wasted in the company of Halfbloods, Mudbloods, and that mutt.”
“Speak that way about Enid again and I’ll rip out your tongue.”
“Curious. You don’t feel the need to defend the Mudblood and the Halfblood.”
“Harry and Hermione can take care of themselves.” Wednesday smiled but refused to take the bait. “Has anyone told you that you talk too much? Harry got this excellent gag from a shop in Knockturn. If you ask nicely, he might get one for you too.”
“As if I’d ever lie with…” Delphini’s dark eyes flashed but she quickly composed herself. “I don’t lie with those beneath me.”
“You’re missing out. I’ve had a lot of fun with Harry beneath me.” Wednesday crossed her arms over her chest. She tried a discreet probe to test the girl’s defences without alerting her to Wednesday’s presence. Strong. Too strong. “Are you quite done?”
“So you refuse my offer?”
“I see no reason to take it.”
Delphini’s eyes gleamed. She clapped and a crib materialized into existence. A baby with blue hair squirmed and gurgled happily inside.
“What about now? You accept my offer and he lives. You don’t… I’ll send the kid back to his grandmother one limb at a time. You can always find a better, more suitable romantic partner.”
“But?”
The foreboding feeling returned. Something was wrong. Despite her newfound power, Delphini still seemed to be the one holding all the cards and Wednesday did not like it one bit.
“But Harry only has one godson. Once he knows I have him, he’ll beg you to accept the deal. A simple exchange. A life for a life.”
“And I join you.”
“Yes,” Delphini said, gently rocking the cradle. “Aren’t you curious about your powers? Stumbling around in the dark must be so frustrating. I can help you reach your true potential.”
Wednesday stared at the woman, clenching and unclenching her fists. The baby in the crib seemed happy and unharmed. Was it real? Was any of it real? Were all her visions simply a ruse?
“I don’t believe you,” Wednesday said flatly after a minute of silence. She ignored the rising panic within her. Head over heart, she reminded herself. “You’ve made up everything else in this space,” Wednesday gestured at the void around her, “I have no reason to believe that’s the real Teddy.”
“Smart girl,” Delphini said. She clicked her tongue. “Maybe I should send you one of his fingers. Will that be adequate proof?”
“Maybe you should just dispel the construct,” Wednesday countered. “Let me see what my powers would have shown me without your intervention. If Teddy’s still there, I’ll believe you have him.”
“And you will take my deal?”
The undercurrent of desperation in her voice was blatantly obvious. They were alike in more ways than one. Both outsiders, searching for their place in their world. She had kept going until she’d found hers. Delphini, it seemed, had simply decided to burn it all.
“If you make an Unbreakable Vow not to harm Teddy…” Wednesday took a deep breath and pretended to pause, acting as if she was forcing herself to make a decision. “Yes.”
Delphini narrowed her eyes. “And you’ll give up Potter?”
“I suspect I won’t have a choice in the matter,” Wednesday sighed. “You’ve always been one step ahead of us. I respect strength and cunning. You’ve beaten us and I can see it now.”
“Good girl.”
Wednesday could barely stop herself from rolling her eyes. Delphini sounded like every other man who’d thought they could tame her. Cocky, arrogant, and inadequate. She’d fail, just like the rest.
“Do we have a deal?”
“Would you like to shake on it?” Delphini asked.
“I’m not touching anything until you dispel the construct.”
“So needy,” Delphini clicked her tongue, “I will have fun taming you.”
I’ll gouge your eyes out first, Wednesday thought grimly.
Delphini clapped her hands and the inky blackness around them disappeared. The void was replaced with a worn-down living room, the kind that was present in thousands of homes in the country. A simple fireplace, threadbare couches, half-filled bookshelves, and a drinks cabinet decorated the sparsely furnished room. Teddy’s crib was on the floor next to a couch.
“See? No games, Wednesday Addams. I have him. And if you want him to live, you’ll take my deal. You have ten minutes to decide.”
“Can I?” Wednesday gestured at the crib. She walked over to Teddy when Delphini nodded, pretending to study the happy baby. Wednesday took advantage of the fact that her back was to Delphini. She wasn’t strong enough to break through the woman’s defenses yet but Delphini could not stop her from exploring the world around them. Wednesday closed her eyes and called on her newfound power to pull her consciousness away from the house.
They were on a hill overlooking a small village. There was a graveyard nearby. A tinge of dark magic tainted the dead that lay there. She followed the vein, letting it lead her to a shack in the middle of the forest.
Delphini Riddle was in a house on a hill near a graveyard and a shack oozing with dark magic. Wednesday smiled.
“I accept,” she said as she straightened. “What now?”
“You’ll get a letter with a location tomorrow. Come there. Only you and Harry. Without wands and that dagger of yours.”
“I’m bringing Enid.”
“No.”
“If I’m leaving with you and Harry’s dying, someone needs to take Teddy away. Enid is non-negotiable. She’s coming and she will leave with Teddy before we go through with our end of the bargain.”
“Fine,” Delphini huffed. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you, Wednesday Addams.”
You can try.
Wednesday turned around and gave the girl an insincere smile.
“We have a deal, Delphini Riddle.”
Notes:
I know quite a few patrons have been asking for more chapters of this story and I'll be honest, this was a long time coming. Harry and Wednesday are strangely one of my favorite couples to write. Something about her just makes her pair really well with Harry. I was experimenting with new ideas in this chapter, hope you enjoyed them! If you did, let me know. Especially if you want to read similar scenes in the future. I'll write something longer for either this or another story of mine. And before you say it, yes I know, poor Enid!
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adorsey
Come back 😭
adorsey
Finally! Great chapter. I missed this story. I’m glad you still enjoy writing it
