I had won.
Amelia had been every bit as good as she had claimed. She had been absolutely incredible. Really, the woman could fuck. Her breasts, soft and luscious and gigantic; her arse mouth-watering, her mouth fantastic, and her cunt mesmerising. She combined the nastiest aspects of Narcissa with the youth of Hestia, and merged it with the sheer libido of Hermione under the lycanthropic curse. Like Tracey, her devotion to her man was absolutely frightening. Her obsession with being fucked by me reminded me of Ginny, and her writhing in pleasure upon being inflicted with pain reminded me of Penelope Clearwater. She had been better than any girl, any woman I had ever had, both in this life and last, and we had done things and said things that took matters to another level.
But it was now over. I had slain the beast. And now, things should have fallen back to normalcy. Amelia was my bitch now. I had no doubt that she'd honour our agreement, and accept the role of Regent Potter and not raise a finger against Susan's desire to marry me. Everything was supposed to turn out for the best. I had outfucked her and now her anchorage had shot up through the fucking roof, hitting a century, showering me with more rewards than I had even anticipated. But before I could greedily open those wrapped-up presents that the 100% anchorage had given me, she had thrown a nasty curve-ball my way.
Susan. Trapped, bound and an unwilling voyeur to our depravity. The bitch had skillfully arranged matters that utterly destroyed and all lasting innocence and wonder that Susan could have brought to the bedroom. Instead she had borne witness to the rough, demanding sex that I had had with her own aunt, I had filled her with my cum over and over, manhandled her, slapped her, and reshaped her pussy and arse. I had taken it as far as I needed to. No, worse.
And she had seen it. Seen me at my worst. Seen me as the incubus that I was. Amelia wouldn't raise any objection, true, but what good was her compliance when our acts had scarred Susan for good?I might have won the battle, but I had lost the war. And if the expression in Susan's eyes were any clue, Susan would never think of me like she did back when she shared a bed together.
And the worst part? All of this felt tame compared to the other curveball, one that Devil's Charm sent my way.
I hadn't been lying when I told Amelia that unleashing this side of me would be a terrible idea. Activating the perk had brought out a side of myself that I wasn't aware I was capable of, and I knew better than to believe that I could rear it back in. Much like a spell, or a ritual, a perk was an act of magic, and whether it was cast on self or a victim, it left traces. Strong ones at that. I had enough experience withstanding the passive and active effects of Natural Demon to pretend otherwise. And Devil's Charm was an upgraded perk, and I had let that djinn out of the bottle.
Part of me felty terribly guilty, but another part of me was surprisingly content. I had lived out the darkest version of me, given the best possible performance, and felt a weird sense of pride at conquering the woman that stood before me with adoration and respect in her eyes.
Like a priestess before her god.
And like a god, I had changed her. Turned her into a twisted caricature of herself. All this time, every single of Amelia's actions had been geared towards getting Susan out of my life, and ensuring that I was hers. She had shown me what kind of a conniving, heartless bitch she could be, and honestly, I couldn't think that she could be any worse.
Devil's Charm taught me better.
I had humbled Amelia. She honestly believed that I had transcended above her, and at the same time, believed herself greater than any other woman vying for my affections. She was no longer interested in getting Susan out, and instead, playing Susan's emotions against herself, and twisting her thought process into that of a submissive whore. Even should Susan marry me, Amelia was ensuring that she wouldn't be the bride on my arm, but the whore on my leash.
And the worst part? My cock throbbed at the idea.
I really should have seen this coming. Exposure to my Devil's Charm had altered Hestia from an Order spy into a true submissive. Hestia for whom sex was nothing but pleasure. But for Amelia who had been denied that pleasure for twenty years and then exposed to the Throes of Ecstasy, it might as well be the strongest and the most sinister Imperius curse.
Exhibit like… seven, entered into evidence.
"Do not lie to yourself, girl," I heard Amelia say. "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 have low self-esteem."
Susan turned towards me and gazed down the length of my cock, studying every nook and crevice. I felt her stare at my swollen balls, and the juices covering it that had come in fresh from Amelia's pussy. She chewed on her lower lip, the lust clear in her expressive eyes. My sharp eyes caught the sight of her nipples tightening underneath that crop top, and as she gasped a few panicked breaths, her large breasts were pushed out, bursting to escape her tight t-shirt, eager to be exposed for my viewing only. For someone that described herself as an enlightened, educated, informed young woman, she was reduced to a drooling, submissive, size-queen bending to the will of a powerful cock.
Amelia whispered into her ear again. " 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."
"What?" Susan whispered.
"You've to become his whore." She said, "Look at it, little virgin. Study it. Learn every nook and cranny of it, because you're going to get to know every inch of it very well."
Susan didn't even notice or object at the casual denigration, which was good, I supposed, because if she really went ahead with this, it would hardly be the first time she'd be humiliated.
"You know what you should do," said Amelia silkily, like the devil on her shoulder, corrupting her. "You know what you need to do."
"You… you do?" asked Susan, like the inexperienced girl she was.
"Yes, I do, my dear poppet. I know you want to be a whore. Desperately. You're built for it. I mean, look at your tits. They are nothing compared to mine, but they are better than most. You are meant to be this. You wish you had the guts, the courage to show everyone that you are a true slut. You hide under these bulky coverings, but you know what you truly are underneath. But you're ashamed, afraid to admit it. You've built this false shell of a well-liked, independent, motherly young woman. You've filled your head full of knowledge and worries that are, quite frankly, too big to worry your little self with. You do this to fit in, to seem smart and knowledgeable, when in reality, you're terrified to show everyone the stupid slut that you really are. You look down on whores, on slutty women, but you're exactly the same as them."
"No…" whispered Susan bleakly. "That's… that's not true."
It probably would have made a little more effect if she wasn't staring at my cock, unblinking, breathing hard while eating up her aunt's harsh judgement.
"Do not lie to yourself, little girl," rang Amelia's voice, full of scorn. "Just think of what you've missed out on. You've spent so much time downplaying what you are. Imagine being truly happy, extremely courageous and unfailingly honest. A true woman. A real slut. And I can teach you all that."
"You… you can?"
"Oh yes," Amelia went on. "You want men to look at you. You want to tease them, be a walking, talking sex-bomb. You want to show off those tits, and those arse. I'll help you achieve your perfect form. And do you know what that form is?"
",,,what?"
"You'll be his wife, the Lady Bones, but behind closed doors, you'll be his slut. His cock-sleeve. His whore. A sex-object for him to enjoy and discard at a whim. All you need to fill your pretty little head with is him. To care about his pleasure. All you need to care about is to make him happy. To drain his balls, to swallow that thick cum down your throat, to give up all your holes for his pleasure. You loved it when you rubbed your hands against his cock. You slobbered over his body, but you were afraid to take the plunge. But now you can. All you've to do is… accept the truth."
I couldn't help but stiffen at Amelia's sweet, dark whispers. Part of me wanted to scream that what was happening was wrong, that this wasn't the Amelia I had known. Part of me wanted to use Meta-Luck to undo the effects of Devil's Charm and return Amelia to her original self, or worse, obliviate the last four days from her head. At the same time, seeing her being a raging cunt and dominating Susan, first through comparing her body and now, by shattering her will. Something about her ruthless dominance, her cold ability to stamp out others and make sure that everyone knew she was the alpha female stood out to me. It was what made her the DMLE Director, the most powerful woman in the British Ministry of Magic. Her vicious words, her dark streak, it did for me in the worst way and made it feel so much appealing. All this time, I was planning on developing myself on my magical traits and winning others, whether through my incubus charms or through my politicking. But now, a new image was beginning to form. A different me, a darker me, one that went hand in hand to the cold, callous individual I used to be in a different life.
I saw myself, seated on a dark throne, with Amelia hovering around me like a dark angel, my protector and slave in one. Utterly obedient, absolutely ruthless, acting as an extension of my will. I saw dozens and hundreds of women, housewives of powerful families, department heads in the Ministry, ordinary pureblood wives that acted as eyes and ears on the street, students, and more.
And it made me throb harder than ever. Like… what the fuck was wrong with me?
Susan was a spitfire, a hellcat in human clothing. She was always so intelligent and self-assured. From our past interactions, it was obvious that she knew and perceived far more than what others of her age could. She always had a response up her sleeve, but for the first time, she was utterly silent. I didn't know if it was the accidental exposure to Devil's Charm, or Amelia's words hammering and pounding away her confidence and perspectives with her cruel and twisted logic, but Susan was being tamed, and she was willingly and gleefully accepting the leash. The flame of her spirit was being crushed, and in its place, a young, hot, submissive slut was emerging, one that took Amelia's words as gospel. Her silky words, tempting her young, malleable mind, transforming her from an innocent virgin into something far nastier. Turning a girl known for her big heart into a girl known for her big tits. And I knew that if I wanted Amelia to stay a happy bitch, then I'd have to be the bastard she was painting me to be.
The incubus within me licked its chops at the idea.
Amelia looked at me, the anticipation and reverence in her eyes clear. She wanted me to act.
"Suck my cock, bitch," I ordered, punctuating the last word with feeling.
All of Susan's defences shattered at my statement, the only response she could manage was a soft, lusty sigh. Her eyes slanted, her lips parted, and she slowly walked towards me and knelt down, tits pushed forward, and eyes transfixed at my weapon. I watched, as her lips curled into a wicked smile, an expression of pure lust. Her eyes flashed, and her tongue wet her lips. She didn't even bother with her hands and instead brought her mouth forward, her lips opening wider. I felt her warm breath on my cock as her lips kissed the throbbing tip, before they spread wider, sliding across my cock, allowing it entrance into her mouth.
"Yes!" I hissed.
Susan could only take a few inches at first, finding it difficult to get the mighty shaft in one go. Her tongue ran across the underside, despite not being able to push it all in her mouth, wanting to give me pleasure. But after everything that had transpired, I wasn't satisfied with this helmet polish. So I brought my hands to the back of her head, like the uncaring, arrogant arsehole I was, and pulled her face forward, smoothly forcing most of my cock down her throat. Susan didn't even hesitate, despite me choking her, and kept taking me in, tears swelling up in her eyes.
"Take it all, Susan," I said. "Unless… Amelia was right? Maybe you're not up to it?"
The transformation my words triggered was beautiful to watch. The wonder in her eyes was replaced by a wicked, hungry sneer. With an eagerness that surprised the fuck out of me, Susan attacked my cock with her hot, wet mouth. She dove forward, mouth wide open, attacking my erection. There was no hesitation, no fear. She didn't even slow down as she pushed it down her throat, taking it like the hufflepuff trooper that she was. Her lips formed a seal around my shaft, as she looked up at me with teary eyes, as if demanding my judgement.
"Better," I said. "But only passable."
The rage that flickered in those dark eyes was mesmerising. Susan bobbed and choked on my cock, never slowing, never stopping, just giving me her absolute best. Her inexperience was clear, but she had been privy to her aunt's performance first-hand, and had likely picked up from it. Or else, she probably was a natural cocksucker, much like her big-titted aunt. They shared the same lineage after all.
Meanwhile, the Screen flickered before my eyes, blinking with an angry red, as if annoyed at my casual dismissal.
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!
Susan was still deepthroating my cock, with Amelia watching her with a mix of anger and satisfaction in her face. I took the opportunity to quickly check through the new additions.
PERK — ORGASM BINDING
Amelia has been denied the power to seek orgasmic pleasure all her life because of the betrothal contract, and only the Heir Potter can give her what she seeks.
EFFECTS
Establish a Binding contract with anyone that orgasms because of the caster. Victim cannot orgasm from anything or anyone else unless the contract is revoked. Contract has to be applied during the victim's orgasm. Grants the ability to grant or restrict the bound victim's orgasm at will.
I stared in awe at what I had just read. A perk that practically applied Amelia's condition on any woman that I fucked, so long as I established the contract while the woman was orgasming?
Was this… fucking real?
"How—" I blabbered, before realising I was speaking out loud.
How do I set the contract?
Activating the Perk automatically establishes a contract with the victim.
Nasty! And exciting! I was already thinking of ways of testing this new power and the flexibility it could operate through. Could I apply the contract on someone that I performed cunnilingus on, or did it using my fingers? It shouldn't matter, so long as I made them cum, right? Could I also buy someone a dildo and use passive Devil's charm on them, and make them pleasure themselves while thinking of me? It would be interesting on what the perk considered grounds for contract activation.
"It's so… BIG!" Susan exclaimed, her words making me refocus on her again. "And fat! And nasty!"
"It is also the cock you'll serve all your life, Susie," said Amelia, walking towards us. I had already lifted my hands off Susan's head seeing her diligence, but Amelia thought differently. The buxom woman pushed her niece's head further, harder and faster, as if she wanted nothing more than to choke Susan on my cock.
"Take it!" She snarled. "Take that fucking cock! You wanted that cock so bad that you went against me! Your own aunt! I raised you! I fed you! I taught you everything you know! And you pull rank over me, just to deny me that tasty cock? Now have it! FUCKING HAVE IT!"
She forced Susan's head against my cock, until my entire shaft was lodged into her throat, and kept on pushing. Susan gagged and spat and made groaning sounds, but Amelia was relentless.
"Worship his balls!"
Tears and spit were rolling down Susan's cheeks as she deepthroated me over and over, before pulling back and dive-bombing at my balls. Amelia cast a cutting charm with her wand, and Susan's top fell down to the floor, before she tore the girl's bra off, revealing her breasts in their fullest glory. They stood proud, jutting out from her chest, her hard nipples pointing outward. They looked absolutely luscious and massive on her smaller frame. Breasts that were still pure. Unsullied.
That would have to change.
Amelia bent and grabbed Susan's tits, holding them up for me, squeezing them and digging into them with her palms. Her sharp nails pierced her nipples, causing Susan to scream and moan, while she sucked my balls.
"Fuck his cock with your tits!" Amelia commanded. "You wanted me to teach you how to seduce Harry, right? Well, here it is! Fuck him with your tits! Show him what you've got!"
Laughing, I watched as susan bounced her huge tits around my cock and began sliding the soft fuck tunnel between her breasts. Up and down. Up and down she went, bouncing her tits against the full length of my meat. Only the topping would emerge out of her long, deep cleavage, which she'd try to vainly taste with her tongue. Inexperienced she might be, but she was a fast learner.
Like aunt, like niece, I supposed.
Now what the fuck were coupons again?
For hitting 3 Sealed Anchors, you've gained a Coupon!
COUPON
Upgrade any 2 existing perks of your choice
CONDITION
Delete one existing perk.
Interesting! I thought. And the other —
For hitting 500 World Anchorage, you've gained a Coupon!
COUPON
Upgrade existing PATH
OR
Add new PATH
CONDITION
Required World Anchorage +500
Had Christmas come early? I had never had so many good things happen to me all at the same time. Unless I was wrong, PATH referred to as Path of the Incubus, one of the three routes that witches and wizards could take, the other two being Path of the Sorcerer and the Path of the Necromancer. I had already made substantial progress on the Incubus path, and an upgrade on it would be extremely useful. No doubt it would unlock other incubus-related powers that I still didn't know about. On the other hand, activating one of the other Paths would open new vistas for developing my magical prowess in the fields of Necromancy or Sorcery, whatever I ended up choosing.
And in return, it would raise the minimum required world anchorage by 500 points. Given that I currently had —
World Anchor — 533
It'd leave me with a measly thirty-three points ahead of the minimal value.
"Ugh! GUH!" Susan moaned.
—Plus whatever I'd get from Susan at the end of this, I suppose. The real problem though, was something else.
Required World Anchor — 535
If I gave it up, then I'd be back to square one, with just a single day at hand to gain more than 35 world anchorages. It wouldn't be a problem, since I was sure to get something from Susan. And worse came to worst, there was always Hannah and her mum to fall back on. And if not her, then Tracey.
The question was — which one?
One part of me lobbied for the latter. Necromancy was no doubt cool and absolutely devastating in the right hands, especially with perks added to the mix. On the other hand, sorcery could grant me access to power beyond imagination. Earthquakes, tornadoes, volcanoes, fire, wind, lightning — nothing would be beyond me.
But —
I'd be stepping into another's territory. Voldemort had seventy years of experience in that Path. Perks could drastically decrease the gap no doubt, but if things followed canon, then I had barely three to four years before the destined fight. Hell, Voldemort would be after my arse at the end of the fourth year. One year, or even three for that matter, was simply not enough to match seventy, Perks and Coupons be damned. Same applied for sorcery, where Albus Dumbledore was King.
No, the better idea would be to play to my strengths. Elevate the incubus within me, and develop the powers that came with it. Plus, I reasoned, my chances of gaining new world anchors and by extension, magical affinities were fastest this way. And if dear ole' Harry with six years of substandard education and sheer, dumb luck could off the greatest wizard of his age, then I, with the full powers of an Incubus, my knowledge of canon, and armed with the spell arsenal of House Potter, Black and Bones and perhaps many more, should obviously be able to send Voldemort's sorry arse packing into the afterlife. Plus, I had the advantage of Meta-Luck, the greatest tool in my arsenal.
My decision was final.
"Move away!" I commanded.
Susan stopped sucking my balls, and looked up, confused.
"My love," said Amelia. "I know she's inexperienced, but I'll make her learn. She'll be your —"
"Not that, Amelia," I snapped, shutting her up. "There's something I need to do. When I used my power, it unleashed something within me."
"Do you need…" Amelia began.
I raised my hand. "I'm not sure what will happen. But I might need Susan to give me a blowjob after this."
"Why Susan? I can —"
"I said, Susan."
Amelia's mouth shut with an audible click. Susan just blinked.
I exhaled. "Sorry. I swear there's a reason behind all this."
"I understand," she said, "Do not worry. Susan will be ready."
Saying that, she grabbed Susan by her hair and yanked her away from my balls. I noticed how Susan didn't even react to her roughness.
"Don't come any closer. Something might happen."
I exhaled, deciding to leave the choice of upgrading 2 perks for was better to use the second coupon first, and see what changes my decision had on my body.
Here goes nothing.
Upgrade existing Path.
Upgrading Path: INCUBUS
Existing Perks Analysing…
Amalgamating…
Shutting down temporary body functions…
My eyes all but bulged out, unprepared for the sudden assault. My head exploding with raw agony, as corruptive energies flooded into my system, feeding into my own, twisting and poisoning my magic into something darker, something worse, growing into a thunderstorm in my thoughts. I felt like I was being crushed and my vision went temporarily white from the strain. Breathing was a luxury as the unwanted pressure on my body forces my brain to focus on ensuring my vitals were still functioning properly. Blood in my head, blood in my eyes, blood in my mouth…
Assimilating newly gained magical constitution…
Establishing parity with physical constitution…
RACE EVOLUTION — INCUBUS LORD
Sex symbol. Pussy clencher. Baby maker. That's You.
Establishing parity with existing magical affinities…
Enacting…
The rest of my thoughts dissolved as my eyes burned in their sockets living living coals, with magic and pure power rushing through me in torrents unbelievable. At some point, I must have started shouting, as waves of pure force kept billowing all around me. Amelia had been quick to seek shelter behind a protego, pulling Susan behind her. The power, the physical strength, the abilities, it was more than I had ever perceived, and control returned to my body. Something was being born within me, shaped by my will and moulded by the power I had just welcomed into me. It washed around me in a single instant, and my world went white. I closed my eyes and let the euphoria slowly quell down, a receding sea after a vicious storm, leaving behind a primal thrum in its wake.
Sense of Self Reverted
Responses Active
Establishing modified Reality Foundation
Welcome, Harry James Potter!
And then it was over.
I opened my eyes, and found that a vicious storm had blown through Amelia's bedroom, hurling the desks, chairs, mugs and portraits all over the place. Amelia was untouched, my raging power unable to penetrate her shield. That said, her eyes spoke of a different story. They reminded me of Susan, the way she was transfixed at my cock. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that she was dosed with Amortentia.
Susan lay on the floor, the sensations too much for her if the drool rolling down her lips were any clue.
I arched an eyebrow. Was that because of my transformation?
I inspected myself. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Then again, maybe the change was purely magical. Upon second thought, I did feel somewhat stronger. It was a subtle thing, but greater than the passive effects of Natural Demon. At least I didn't have demon wings or a tail. No, those would be difficult to explain.
Current World Anchor balance is negative
You have 24 hours to gain 2 World Anchors before you're deleted from Existence!
Yeah, I knew that already. Unlike before, this was a non-issue. Ignoring the proverbial sword hanging over my head, I checked my stats.
Name — Harry James Potter
Age — 16
Sex — Male
Race — Incubus Lord
World Anchor — 533
Required World Anchor — 535
Meta-Luck — 51.1
AFFINITY
Transfiguration — 60%
Charms — 79%
Martial Magic — 70%
Dark Arts — 71%
Psychomancy (Occlumency) — 46%
Psychomancy (Legilimency) — 10%
Alchemy — 21%
Spatial Magic — 53%
Magical Analytics — 23%
Magical Sensing — 33%
Runecraft — 22%
TITLE: RULE-BREAKER
DOMAIN: LECHEROUS SHRINE (Dormant)
AFFLICTIONS: INDOMITABLE LUST (Dormant)
Incubus Lord. That definitely looked like an upgrade over the original. As for the new details…
DOMAIN: LECHEROUS SHRINE
CURRENT STATE: DORMANT
Do you want to activate it?
Uh, yes?
Unlock Quest to activate LECHEROUS SHRINE?
This time I raised an eyebrow. A quest? First perks, then coupons, now quest? What was next, Level-ups?
UPGRADES
I rolled my eyes. Of course. Upgrades. My bad.
What's the quest?
QUEST FOR DOMAIN ACTIVATION
Gain +300 World Anchorage
Upgrade OUTLANDER Perk
Do you wish to accept the Quest?
That was it? Upgrading Outlander was a no-brainer, thanks to the other coupon. The three-hundred Anchorage was a stall, but a temporary one. I could get at least a fifty from Susan alone. Maybe between Hannah and her mum, I could push ahead with another fifty. Tracey was also an option, and Penelope…
As I said, a temporary stall. Nothing to worry about.
I checked in the next new addition.
AFFLICTIONS: INDOMITABLE LUST (Dormant)
The afflicted suffers from indomitably strong lust; an untamable hunger and that enforces a deep carnal thirst for the opposite sex. Lack of sex for an entire week can lead to irrationality and malevolent tendencies.
That… could be problematic. Becoming an Incubus Lord had its perks, but it also came with its vulnerabilities. I could only imagine that sex was to an Incubus Lord what food was to a normal person. Go without it for long enough, and it would make you go crazy.
Still, the affliction only acted upon the complete absence of sex, which was manageable. It could be worse, I suppose. I could only imagine what a nightmare it could be if I had to gain world anchors every week instead.
Show me my perks.
Displaying Existing Perks…
Outlander, Horcrux, Defiant, Child of Prophecy, Librarian of Knowledge, Curse Born, Natural Demon, Devil's Charm, Subversive Activist, Domino Effect, Orgasm Binding.
Upgrade to INCUBUS LORD has set DEVIL'S CHARM to ACTIVE
I blinked. This… this was what was affecting Amelia and Susan. That Amelia was lasting this long, despite the exhaustion from the fuckathon and being mentally twisted earlier, only spoke of her formidable Occlumency defences.
Poor Susan just never stood a chance.
Deactivate DEVIL'S CHARM?
I considered it for a moment.
Yes.
DEVIL'S CHARM deactivated!
As if a breeze had blown into the room, or a spell cast into action, but something imploded, and the glazed look on Amelia's face vanished. The protego shield around her flickered, and her eyes regained their usual sharpness.
"Harry…. I…." She stuttered.
And then promptly hit the floor. Unmoving.
"Well…" I said to myself. "So much for that."
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