Amelia stood before us, her hands at her hips, her whole lewd body on display. She looked fresh, her body wet and begging to be touched, calling to be worshipped, aching to be pleasured. Despite having tapped that arse longer than I had ever fucked anyone, I couldn't help but admire her taut stomach, her tiny belly button and her full and large breasts that looked larger on her slim frame. Like I said, a sports car with the best features.
"Auntie…" Susan squeaked.
"What now, poppet?" she asked, her voice cruel and callous. "Did your determination leak away like a virgin's first cum? You make grand statements, but when faced with a challenge, you squeak like a filthy rat, ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble. Isn't that right, Susie?"
Susan looked at her, utterly furious. "I'm not a quitter, Auntie."
"Oh?" Amelia arched an eyebrow, as she sauntered her way towards us. A wolf prowling towards her prey. "Not a quitter, you say? Is that why you're here, trying to get a mercy fuck out of my man?"
"I'm not getting mercy —" Susan began, affronted.
"Oh yes, you are, and stop with the self-righteous bullshit," snapped Amelia. "I fucking raised you since you were a toddler. I taught you everything you know. I protected you, I changed your panties, I did everything that your blessed father and mother would've done had they been alive. And you, you decided to scheme your way into the one relationship that I was allowed to form after twenty years? Why? You knew I fucked him and despite that, you went after him. After the one man that could give me the pleasure I've been denied all my life. Why? Why are you so jealous, Susan? Why are you so cruel?"
I could see her eyes tearing as she said all that.
"Auntie…" Susan began, her expression cracked and her eyes wide, unable to retort. Whatever she had expected Amelia to say, this was definitely not it. And to be frank, I couldn't blame Amelia. She got to me first. She got me naked, and had bared herself to me in the bathtub.
No matter how innocent she had appeared, Susan had been the one that attempted to steal me away from her aunt.
"Yes, I'm the Bones Regent. Yes, you're the Lady Bones. But tell me, Susie, have I, even for once, treated you any less than a parent does a child? Have I ever neglected you? Have I not, despite my duties at the Ministry, celebrated every single one of your birthdays? Every single night when you woke up crying for your parents, have I not been there to console you?"
"Auntie —" Susan croaked, her eyes glistening with tears. "Auntie, I —"
"Yet what did you do? You come after the one man I had found love in. You tried to sneak him away when I was about to leave for office. You entered his room, you tricked him, you finagled him into him wanting to marry you, knowing that I wanted him. And even after Harry conquered me, you're here, whispering poison in his ears about me in my absence. Making me look like a hideous hag that's dragging him down. Why do you hate me so much, Susie? Why?"
Susan put her hand over her mouth, tears running down her cheeks. Her entire body stiffened up like a log. "Auntie, Auntie, I'm sorry! I swear I didn't think of it that way! I just had a crush on him and after everything that happened, I just couldn't help but fall for him. I didn't think what it'd look like to you, and I thought you were just…"
"Just what? A twisted, scheming slut that wants to act like a schoolgirl?"
"No, auntie —"
Amelia was now standing at the edge of the bed. "And what did you call me? A delusional fool whose best days are over? Someone who'll always be reminded of her age at parties and you'd take joy over my misfortune?"
"Auntie, I didn't — I swear I didn't mean it —"
Amelia looked downcast. "But you're right. About a lot of things, I mean. Maybe I've got this whole thing to get away from me. I've crossed a few lines. I even treated you badly. I saw you as a threat to my love life and treated you as such, but it's still true that Harry's your age. I'm old enough to be his mother. Maybe… maybe I really need to act my age."
"Auntie," Susan tried, her face wrecked with guilt as Amelia's words stabbed her again and again. "Auntie, I'm sorry. I was ruthless and mean and I said things without thinking! I think I just got caught up in the whole thing and…" She looked up and met her eyes. "I just… I was lashing out, after what you did to me, earlier. Please, I'm sorry! Let's just go back to how things were. I don't want to ruin all of this because of this petty little game of ours."
"Damn right," said Amelia, her shoulders drooping, as a small, sad smile floated on her lips. "Some of the things you said were pretty mean."
"I know," said Susan. "I didn't mean them. I promise. You're my aunt and you'll always—"
"Oh I don't care about that," said Amelia, waving her hand. "But you said my tits sag."
"..."
Even I was caught off-guard by that statement.
"You said, my tits sag," whispered Amelia. "That's a fucking lie! I mean, you might not have seen them properly, what with your sanctimonious act earlier, but I think even you can tell they're perky as fuck." The entire sad look vanished from her face, replaced with a malicious playfulness. "And what else did you say? I have crows feet?"
She posed for us, accentuating her breasts and her wide hips.
"Go on, take a close look, girl," she declared. "I have the tits, the arse, the cunt, the legs, the face, the hair, the stomach, I've got it all. Compared to this, you're but a troll-faced, whiny little bitch who can't dress and doesn't know the first thing about being a woman. Even the deepthroating you gave him earlier, you learnt that from seeing me. You've got no looks, terrible hair, no arse and tiny tits!"
"TINY?" Susan snapped. "They're DD's!"
Amelia gave her a pitying look. "Mine are FF's." She smirked at the outraged expression on Susan's face. "Don't delude yourself. It's my tits he wants to maul. It's nipples he wants to suck. It's my mouth he wants wrapped around his cock, and my pussy that he wants to sink himself into. You? You're just a watered down, poor wizard's version of me. Sure, it's fun to deflower the virgin and make sweet love making sounds once or twice, but make no mistake, the only way he's going to come to your room is if it's dark and you're pretending to be me."
I'll admit even I was a little taken aback at the vitriol in her words. "Seriously Amelia," I said, unable to help myself. "You're a damn good actress. I almost bought that act earlier."
Amelia gave me a wicked smile. "Tip of the iceberg, Hon. It's unfortunate the wizarding world isn't big on show business." Her eyes sparkled. "But tell you what, Darling? Maybe you and I can look into it. I definitely have the connections and you can cough up the gold."
"Deal."
That reminds me, that demonstration earlier was stirring. I can't believe I came twice just by standing there." She cackled. "The little virgin collapsed."
"Yeah," I drawled. "I saw."
"Your power is enthralling, Hon. So much potential. So many possibilities for us to experiment for as long as we like. Can I convince you to just stay here? I'm sure the virgin wouldn't mind, so long as you give her a mercy fuck every now and then."
"I'm not a virgin anymore," Susan snapped. "And Harry wasn't giving a—"
"Oh yes," said Amelia, interrupting her. "You stole into his room and sucked his cock. I can't even blame Harry for deflowering a pity-party like you. Now then, kindly bugger off and let the regal bitch taste her man's cock."
"I won't!" snapped Susan. "I thought you— you —"
"I what?"
"...Nothing! For a moment I thought I was wrong! But no, I was right! You're just a nasty cougar obsessed with a boy your niece's age. I'm the Lady of Bones, and Harry's gonna marry me. And remember, there's nothing you can do about it."
"Sure, sure," Amelia dismissed her words. "I'm not here for that. I'm here for… how did you put it? Ah yes, you're going to ride that fat, fucking cock, and prove that you're better than me. So, if it's a competition you want…" she trailed her fingers across her luscious tits, "then it's a competition you'll get."
Susan's eyes narrowed to slits. "Competition, huh? What kind, and what are the stakes?"
Okay, that was impressive. I didn't expect her to maintain her wits in the presence of Amelia's overwhelming vitriol. She flipped her hair, and raised herself slightly, sitting on her knees as she regarded her aunt. It was definitely a far cry from the girl that began stammering in the latter's presence.
Amelia threw her head back and laughed. "Stakes? Silly girl. Be satisfied with just your ego punctured. The only reason you even stand a chance of marriage is because this guy here is a sex-god that saw something in a talentless virgin like you. Fortune favours the brave, but at times, it smiles on the desperate. That's what you have. Don't throw it away just to cradle your ego."
As much as I disliked it, Amelia was right. Susan had no chance against her. Then why was she being so obstinate? Knowing Amelia, she was intentionally changing her tone, word choice and expression to get the ideal response she wanted. Which in this case, was to constantly stab Susan's delicate ego. Amelia might have lost the wager, but this was her way of evening the score.
I had to marvel at her. Marvel at how far she was willing to go just to get out ahead. Part of me was mad, sure, but I was more amused than anything. At the same time, Susan's words rang in my head. We just had a long fuck, and Amelia was ready for a next attempt. Why would she stop at being Potter Regent when she had her eyes on the mantle of Lady Potter?
"Alright, enough," I said loudly, stopping both of them. "This petty game has gone on for too long. Amelia, we had a bargain. We fucked, I won, you lost. Egging Susan like that, it's just you being a sore loser."
Amelia opened her mouth to reply, but I beat her to it.
"Susan," I went on. "You might not like it, but your aunt is also right. There's no way you can beat her, not in the game of sex. Not as you are now. You're about to risk everything just to soothe your bruised ego."
"But Harry—"
"I said no."
"Listen to him, Susie," Amelia cooed. "Accept the truth. Admit that you're pathetic, and know it in your heart that the only reason you'll be with him is because he took pity on you. Protected you from the big bad momma-slut."
Susan growled.
"Amelia—" I began.
"I refuse!" Susan's voice rang with scorn. "Yes, I'm just a girl compared to you. But so what? Don't forget, Auntie. Harry had you with everything you've got — tits, arse, cunt, mouth, and he's chosen me. Every single time. Yes you've a better body, but you've already reached what you could. The apex. Me? I'll only get better, and don't forget, even as I was a virgin, Harry chose me."
"You bitch —"
"So yes," said Susan,
Let's compete. Let Harry fuck me the way he fucked you. Let him do his worst. If I can't bear it, I'll give up. I'll walk away from marrying him."
"Hippogriff dung!" said Amelia, not buying it.
"If I'm not built for the sex he demands, then what good am I?" asked Susan confidently. "Better to know my limits now and walk away, than be stuck as a trophy wife who can't even please her husband."
I had to hand it over to Susan. Regardless of whether she might be able to pull it off or not, she didn't lack confidence. Especially considering who her opponent was.
"But if I bear through it..."
Amelia watched her curiously, as she slowly sat down at the edge of the bed, her legs spread, coated with moisture. Something about her stance had changed. She wasn't treating Susan as a kid, but as a proper opponent. If nothing else, Susan had managed to make her mark on her mind, and that, I knew, made a hell lot more difference than anything else Susan could or would do.
"If you win?"
"If I succeed, then you'll never dominate me. Do what you will with the others. I don't care what kind of bitch you are with his other sluts, but you'll never come between me and Harry. You'll never denigrate me. You and I will be equals."
"Equals…" Amelia whispered, as if tasting the word. "You think you're my equal, Susie?"
"I think I can become your equal, yes."
Amelia's lips twisted, looking a little smug. "Fine. Let Harry fuck you. Right here. And we'll see who the real Queen is." She licked her lips. "Do we have a deal?"
"Susan," I said seriously. "I've seen you, felt you. You might say you want a hard fuck, But I've seen, I know you. You want a delicate lover, and there's nothing wrong with that. You don't have to do this."
"No," said Susan stubbornly. "Do your worst. Bring out the incubus. Treat me like you did her. I told you, didn't I? Hurt me, humiliate me, make me your bitch."
"Easy to say, before the pain begins."
"Oh I know I won't like it," she said, voice low and eyes blazing. "I'm sure I'll hate you for it. I'll fight you every step out of the way. Force me, demean me, make me love it."
Amelia raised her hands and clapped. "That might just be the bravest thing you've ever done, Susie."
Susan didn't even look at her aunt, her eyes stuck at my face.
"Well, Harry?"
I looked at Amelia, at the vulpine expression on her face, and then at Susan's confident facade, her mask straining from her inner doubts. As much as Susan wanted it, I knew there was but one way to end this war, and that was to present them a common obstacle. One that would need both of their combined effort just to last long enough. I needed to show them exactly what an Incubus Lord was capable of. Shatter Amelia's Occlumency, tear down Susan's resolve, until both were down on the bed, blabbering nonsense like drunk fools of Knockturn Alley, their brains scrambled from being fucked stupid.
"You want me to do my worst? Unleash my demon?"
"Yes," said Susan, resolute.
"Fine then," I said. "If you can last until I cum, then you win. I'll tell you right now that it won't be comfortable. It won't even be pleasurable. Seeing me and your aunt was one thing, but facing my demon? That's different. Trust me when I say, it will hurt. In ways more than one. If at any point you want me to stop, all you've to do is say the safe word — mercy fuck. Say that, and everything stops. You'll be free."
"And I lose," she said softly.
I shrugged. "Yes, but if you can bear through it, then you'll have everything you want. You'll be the Lady Bones. Amelia will draw up a marriage contract between me and you, and I'll sign it. Amelia will keep her word, never hinder our relationship, or denigrate you in any form."
"And I'm supposed to take your word for that?"
"Yes, you are," said Amelia before I could reply.
"I guarantee you that what follows this will be terrifying and uncomfortable and… humiliating," I told her. "I won't be caring, and neither will your aunt. There will be pain, but not severe or unbearable. And remember, all you've to do is say Mercy Fuck, and all the pain will vanish."
Susan swallowed and gave me a resolute nod. "I'm ready."
I smiled.
Activating Devil's Charm
The last two times I had used the perk, it had affected the victim — Hestia and Amelia, magnifying their carnal desires and reducing their inhibitions massively. And not just that, it had mentally twisted them into being obsessed with my cock, and by extension, serving me. The drastic shift from her role as an Order spy into a kinky whore that only got her kicks from hardcore bondage and pain, so much as swearing herself in my service was nothing short of alarming. Amelia too had shifted from someone that would stop at nothing from wanting me for herself, to practically forcing Susan to deepthroat me, so long as Amelia stayed the Queen bitch among my sluts.
This time though, something entirely different happened.
My weariness vanished. The exhaustion from earlier, the upgrade, and most recently, from fucking Susan into the bed, all of that evaporated. Not because my body was no longer weary, but because it was no longer important, only my will was. My hesitation vanished too. Hesitation was for the weak, the vanilla people, the prey. Hesitation was for those that thought they could indulge my hunger and survive. Hesitation was for people that didn't know their purpose, and I knew mine. These women — they were fighting over me, treating me like a trophy to be won, a toy they'd own at the end of their childish perversities.
I knew exactly what I needed to do.
I grabbed Susan by her throat.
The hunger inside me stirred as I looked at the luscious, curvy, naked bodies of the prey clenched in my hand. The demon in me danced gleefully for a heartbeat or two, and as it did, she shivered, her heart rate rising, her pupils dilating. Susan looked sweet, gentle, kind, but her repressed desires, something I had borne witness recently, were much darker. My fingers clenched her throat, and her eyes widened further. She wanted me to slam her against the wall, and take her in the most violent way possible. I could fulfil her desires, feed my hunger, my unabated lusts, draw away her life, and take my fill. I could leave my mark ripped into her mind and soul so that she'd forever come to me willingly, yearning to be taken again and again and again—
Until she was nothing but a husk.
A toy.
Even Amelia was looking up at me with a smouldering gaze.
"Harry, please, let me suck your cock," she said, in a husky, pleading voice.
The demon in me licked its chops.
"You will, and more. But first —"
I let Susan's neck go, and grabbed her hair. Susan hissed in pain, as I pushed her down to the ground. I clenched her hair tighter, and shoved my cock in, and started thrusting. Susan choked and coughed, and looked like she was racking her brain, trying to think of everything she could fathom to help her keep up, from swirling her tongue to stretching her cheeks, all the while struggling to keep her teeth off my girth. It felt utterly right to be like this, with her on her knees, her mouth around my cock. It was her place.
"Conjure collars for her," I said, "and cuffs."
Amelia cackled and brandished her wand, transfiguring a pillow into a leather collar which she coiled tight around Susan's throat. She grabbed Susan's hands and pulled them behind her, and transfiguring another pillow into a pair of cuffs, bound them together. She levitated the rug from the floor, and transfigured it into a metal leash, attaching the back of the collar to the cuffs. I grabbed Susan's face, and pulled my cock out, before slapping her with it, slobbering it all over her face, before shoving it back into her mouth.
And then I spat on her face.
"Ghkkguh!" Susan tried to vainly speak with my cock in her mouth. Amelia grabbed her face and rubbed my cock juices and spit all over Susan's face like it was a moisturiser. Susan fought like an angry beast, trying to get out of Amelia's grasp, but her aunt was stronger. She pulled on the leash with her knee, choking Susan as she completed the facial massage.
Finally, she let the leash go, and Susan coughed madly over my cock. I pulled myself out and looked down at her, observing Amelia's handiwork.
"You— ugh! You're an arsehole, Harry!"
"Oh?" I said. "And what about Amelia?"
"She's a disgusting bitch! I can't — UGHH!" The rest of her words died as Amelia pulled the leash again.
I smiled. "You wanted to be my bitch, Susan. I like my bitches collared. I like them naked. I like them mine."
Susan glared at me.
"Get used to this. If you end up marrying me, that's how I want you twenty-four seven."
"Fuck you!"
"Oh, definitely!" I said. "Unless… you think you deserve a mercy fuck?"
Susan opened her mouth to retort, but then decided otherwise. "...No."
"Good," I smiled. "In that case, Amelia… a little help?"
"Gladly," Amelia smiled, and grabbed Susan's head, and slammed her mouth against my cock. I brushed against her throat, but I still had so much to go. Each thrust was more vigorous than the last. Susan was gagging loudly. Her eyes watered and tears dripped out, but I kept going at a ferocious pace, breathing loudly and grunting, enjoying the feeling of her throat clamping up around my cock.
"Just like that!" I hissed. "Good girl! Good girl!"
Susan coughed out more spit, as Amelia pulled her back using the leash. "Open your mouth!"
"No…!"
Amelia pulled the leash tighter.
Susan gagged and coughed, but finally relented.
"Put your tongue out!"
Even I was interested to see where this was going.
Amelia loomed over Susan's face and dropped a gobble of spit directly on the girl's tongue. Susan put her tongue back, and looked like she wanted to vomit, but right then Amelia shoved her head back against my cock. I could feel the sheer revulsion coming from the girl. I could feel that she was hurting. Physically, that is, but being treated this way was also turning her on. She was dripping at being manhandled like this. Yes, she fought and tried to break out, screaming and crying and gagging and coughing, and at the same time, her left hand was down there, fingering her pussy furiously. With Amelia all but forcing her forward, Susan could barely breathe. But it didn't matter. Her eyes were beginning to wilt, and drool began to fall from the sides of her mouth, as my balls slapped against her chin.
And then her body quivered, an orgasm coursing through her.
"You came before I could even finish in you," I laughed. "Pathetic. Now stay."
Susan took a deep breath, trying to control her tears. She looked like she was conflicted between wanting to scream and wanting to cry.
"Stay?" She retorted, proving that she still had the fight in her. "Stay? I'm not your fucking dog!"
"No, you're more like a frisky little kitten." I ran one finger down her face like one would pet a cat. Susan jerked her head away.
Amelia jerked her back by the collar.
"You'll learn to obey me, kitten."
"I hate you."
"Then end this," I said. "You know your safeword."
Susan gritted her teeth.
I narrowed my eyes. "Follow my commands, or I'll spank you."
"Bugger off!"
"You weren't so opposed earlier."
"Earlier I thought I was to be with someone sane. Not a psychopath!"
"I won't hold it against you for being a bad judge of character."
Angry tears filled her eyes. "Why do you need to do this? I know you can be a delicate lover."
"Why do you pick flowers?"
"..."
"You don't need to worry about my reasons. All you need to do is what you're told."
"What if I can't be submissive? Then what?"
"Then you know the result."
Her lips quivered.
"Don't be naive, Susan. It doesn't become you. You know exactly what I want. Your obedience. Your submission. Your body. You'd be my sex slave."
"No! No fucking way! I refuse!"
"Then say the safeword and we're done. I'm sure we can leave all of this behind us. Hell, I'm sure Amelia might even obliviate these unpleasant memories out of you."
"Would you like that, Susan?" Amelia cooed. "I can be the aunt you knew."
"Closing my eyes doesn't mean the truth will become a lie."
I breathed aloud. This was annoying. I never had to deal with so many questions with Hestia. Or Narcissa. Or Amelia. Why the fuck was I entertaining her so much? I knew I could use my power to make her into a quivering wreck but something about her made me hesitate every single time. It couldn't possibly be because she was a virgin or anything, could it? The knowing smug looks Amelia was sending me weren't helping either. No woman, I thought spitefully, it's not because I care for Susan.
"Here's your first lesson in submission," I said, annoyed. "Don't ask questions. Don't talk back. Do what you're told."
She frowned.
"This is your last chance to walk out. I won't ask you again until you break or you give in. If you think I'm a psychopath from just this, wait for what will follow now."
"I won't," she said stubbornly. "I'll survive this. I'll win this challenge. I'll become Lady Bones and your wife, and then I'll spend the rest of my life returning this pain back to you ten times over."
"Frisky," I laughed. "But no, if you survive this, then you'll be my whore. I won't be nice. I won't be loving. You'll just be my slut, nothing more. You'll just be a set of big tits, a hot arse, and an eager mouth. That's it. You'll be my bitch and live for my approval. You'll be devoted to it. And you will love it. You know you will. You will live to do what I say, and the only reward you'll get is when I use your body to drain my nuts. Any pleasure that you'll have is secondary to my own. I can dress you like my whore and treat you like one, and you'll still get on your knees and happily swallow every drop of my thick, creamy cum."
Susan stared at me with hatred.
"Save your hostility, kitten," I said. "It doesn't intimidate me, and it will only make things worse for you."
Her glare intensified.
I chuckled. "Not so easily broken, is she?"
"She's a Bones," said Amelia. "What did you expect?"
Susan turned her eyes, eyes wide open. Indirectly perhaps, but Amelia had just complimented her.
"True, true," I said, nodding my head. "In that case, let's try harder. Pull her up. Let's see if she likes being a dog after all."
Something dark and wicked flashed across Amelia's face. She yanked her by the collar and pulled her effortlessly across the silk sheets of the bed. Susan tried to push back, but I was faster. I forced her on her knees, and pushed her head down, pressing her huge mounds onto the mattress and turning her head to one side. All her weight was forward, and with her hands tied across her back and tied to her collar, she was immobile and helpless. Her pussy, now open to both of us for our viewing pleasure, was slick and shiny with her juices, a small drop forming on one of them. Her eyes were smouldering with rage. And at the same time, she was gasping with lust, her breasts heaving. She was loving it as much as she hated it. The dichotomy felt exquisite.
I reached to cup her cunt, and slapped it.
Hard.
Susan shrieked.
I slapped again.
And again.
And again.
"Please, stop!" She screamed, and I hit her once more. Then I yanked her by the leash, and Susan choked, as she was pulled backwards, until she was all but hanging, her breasts freely dangling in the air. I grabbed her arms to keep her from choking further and she coughed.
"Are you ready to submit?" I asked authoritatively.
"Do your worst," she declared. "I'll never submit. I'm not submissive. I'm not a slave."
Something within me snapped.
"Fine then," I said, a coldness spreading through my voice. "Have it your way."
I let her fall on the bed face-forward, grabbed her hips, and shoved my cock up her arse.
Susan screamed.
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