The Incubus Who Lived

Warnings: Explicit Het (first chapter only), explicit slash (later chapters), toys, mpreg (maybe), D/s, creature!fic, bondage, and a little bit of plot.

Pairing: Neville/Harry (there aren’t nearly enough fics with this pairing out there)

Warnings for this chapter: het, soloF and implied infidelity and kink.

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Lily sighed softly as James pulled out of her and rolled over. He kissed the red-head sweetly on the lips before draping an arm around her and going to sleep snuggling his beloved wife.

Lily however stayed wide awake.

She loved James, she truly and honestly did. He may have been somewhat of a prick and a bully in his younger years, but he had grown up to be quite the catch. He was handsome, brave, charming, devoted, rich, loyal, funny, intelligent,...really the list was almost endless. But as much as she enjoyed being his wife, there was one thing that frustrated her – their sex life.

Now don’t get the wrong idea – while his package wasn’t worthy enough to feature in a porno, it was still decent, at the very least average. And though James wasn’t the most considerate lover in the world, he made sure she climaxed at least once each time they had sex.

No, what was annoying and unsatisfying about their sex life was how vanilla it was. Lily still couldn’t understand how someone who had spent his teenage years delighting in breaking and bending just about every single law and rule he came across would be so adverse to the idea of a little light bondage and role-playing.

The green-eyed woman had tried to be patient and understanding; she would never force her husband to do something he didn’t want. But she had always assumed that it would only be a matter of time before he got curious and/or bored and they would spice things up in the bedroom. Unfortunately for her it never happened. Except once. James had come back drunk after a night on the town with the other marauders, curious to try something new. But even then she had barely gotten into her school-girl uniform before he had freaked out and they had ended up doing the deed same as always. He hadn’t even remembered his ten minutes of sexual curiosity the next morning. Time passed and yet Lily kept her desires and unfulfilled needs to herself.

Finally she gave in with a little masturbation. It didn’t happen often, but every now and then she would be horny and James would be away with his friends, at auror training or doing something for the Order. And of course, as she touched herself she thought of some of the things she would like to try out. But fantasies of her and James slowly making love became fantasies of being tied up with silk scarves, which then became fantasies of her tying James up so she could have her wicked way with him.

And one day, while venturing out into the muggle world which she often did to keep up with current events outside the wizarding world, something unexpected happened. It was by the Leaky Cauldron, and she had wanted to step into the magical pub for a quick bite to eat and then floo home when she caught sight of Evan Rosier and Antonin Dolohov – two individuals who the Order was almost certain were full-fledged Death Eaters – exit the Leaky Cauldron into muggle London. They were heading straight for her, so Lily wisely decided to duck into a nearby shop until they passed. She picked up the first thing she saw (which happened to be a magazine) and pretended to read it while peering over to watch the two purebloods walk by. But when she closed the magazine, ready to follow the two death eaters she noticed the Prewitt brothers – fellow Order members – already tailing them. Lily let out the breath she had been holding, knowing that she could relax now. But any other thoughts or plans were interrupted by an unexpected voice.

“Hey lady, are you going to buy anything or just stand there?”

Lily just barely kept from jumping in surprise. Nonchalantly she reopened the magazine she had randomly pulled from the shelves, pretending to consider whether to buy it or not. But she was shocked to find that inside the magazine there weren’t pictures of designer kitchens or celebrities, but men and woman encased in leather, some brandishing whips and paddles and others tied up or in subservient positions.

The longer she stared, the more her heart fluttered and the more she felt her core grow wet and pulse with need. She barely remembered buying the magazine, and by the time she got home with her prize clutched tightly in her hand her breaths were coming out in little pants.

And that’s how her perversion got out of control.

She practically memorized that magazine from all the times she had read it, and her once fairly innocent fantasies now involved a distinct Dominance/submissive element, with her as the dominant. But James, still as prudish as ever when it came to the bedroom, wouldn’t even consider letting Lily ride him, let alone all those other things the red-head yearned for.

It wasn’t long before her fingers weren’t enough to satisfy her and she found herself back at that little sex shop, this time for a dildo and vibrator (along with a few more magazines). But even toys lost their allure after awhile. She wanted sex with a person – with her husband. But not the slightly disappointing vanilla sex that never succeeded in scratching her itch; she wanted it dirty, hard and hot.

Lily sighed, closing her eyes in disappointment and resignation as she snuggled into James’ hold. As much as she craved kinky sex, she knew she’d never push James into it.

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Ruzie crept soundlessly along the dark and silent cobblestone street, following the energy of unresolved lust in the air. It had been awhile since the sex-demon had last fed, and it was looking forward to its next meal.

Ruzie was an incubus – or a succubus depending on which previous partner you asked. The thing that many people don’t know is that there is no difference between incubi and succubae – they are all shape-shifters and therefore can be either male or female. Or even hermaphroditic if they choose. Granted, they each had a natural form that they were born with and that they usually stayed in, and they each had their preference as to their partners and the sexual activities they took part in. But incubus/succubus often fed whenever the opportunity arose despite personal preferences and then shifted into the form their partner would find most pleasing. The only ones who constantly kept one form were those that were only part incubus and didn’t inherit the shape-shifting ability, or those that had found a consistent lover who complemented their sexual preferences and enjoyed their natural form.

Incubi fed of the emotions and energies of others, so even though an hour of cuddling a day could keep them full and healthy, sex was the food of choice. One round of good sex could feed them for more than a week. And sex compared to hugging was like comparing chocolate to broccoli – without the worry of what was healthier or getting sick if you had too much. That was another good thing about being an incubus; there was no such thing as overeating.

Finally Ruzie found the source of the lust. A red-headed woman was alone in the house, naked and masturbating. The sex demon used his natural powers to enter her mind while it was weak and distracted by her physical pleasure to find out what her fantasies where. He caught the image that flashed through her mind at her moment of climax and grinned, silently morphing into her partner of fantasy and easily slipping into the house.


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Lily removed the vibrator from her soaking pussy. While she was now physically relaxed and sated, there was a small sense of disappointment and unfulfilled need. It had been almost a year and a half since she and James had gotten married, over a year since she tried convincing him of spicing up their sex life and over four months since she first discovered the world of dominance and submission.

James was out on a mission for the Order and wouldn’t be back for another two days at least. Though she worried about his safety, she trusted Remus and Moody (James’ partners for this particular mission) to keep her husband safe. She had taken the opportunity of having the house to herself to indulge in some of her fantasies and toys, but it wasn’t quite the real thing.

A soft noise drew her attention and Lily sprang up and grabbed her wand, senses alert. Silently, a figure stepped into the bedroom.

“James?”

But even as she asked, Lily knew that it wasn’t her husband despite the startling similarities. This figure had black messy hair, but it looked smoother and silkier almost begging Lily to run her hands through it. His eyes were also hazel, but were bigger, more innocent and demure with the longest lashes Lily had ever seen (and there were no glasses). The nose, hands, build and features of this being were a bit smaller, more delicate. And where her real husband was a few inches taller than her and a good deal more bulky, Lily would bet that this James was a few inches shorter and about the same size if not even more slender than herself. All in all it was a prettier more effeminate James.

“I’ve disobeyed you Mistress Lily.” The delicate James said with a musically soft voice, eyes cast downwards in shame and cheeks flushed a pretty pink in embarrassment. “I’ve come for my punishment.”

Suddenly Lily knew exactly what was in front of her even as she felt her core heat up and throb with need. An incubus. How else would you explain your wet dream appearing in your bedroom repeating the words of your fantasy?

Lily bit her lip indecisively – she loved James and the thought to cheat on him had never crossed her mind despite her unfulfilled sexual needs. But here was an almost exact replica of her beloved husband, prepared to give into her darkest desires. Her pussy dripped with want even while she tried to deny the tempting figure.

Ruzie could feel the woman’s arousal even as she tried to steal her resolve against him. He needed her to give in to her desires; time to up the ante.

Lily’s breath caught in her throat as the fake James began to strip. Unlike her real husband this James was hairless and smooth, not a scar or freckle in sight. Its nipples were a flushed pink, pebbled and swollen resembling delicious candy unlike the dark wrinkly brown she was used to. And the cock – it was mouth watering. It was the same tantalizing dark pink as the nipples and was in a word, pretty. More slender than her real husband’s penis, but a touch longer, all smooth and hairless, the vein running along the bottom wasn’t so prominent and the head not as bulbous. The testicles were just as appetising, hairless and smaller than she was used to. She could easily see herself sucking them one at a time for long minutes without her jaw getting too tired or aching from the effort of taking in the entire sac and giving it the attention it deserved. And around his neck was a collar, the same one she had fantasized James wearing a million times before.

The green-eyed woman’s lust spiked higher than she had ever experienced before. She was almost dizzy with the need to take this creature in hand and do all those wicked things she had only dreamed about doing. And it looked so much like James...

The incubus sensing his victims iron will crumbling smoothly got down to his knees and crawled over to the woman. He paused at her feet, practically between her slightly parted legs, his bum resting on his heels and arms held loosely behind his back.

And then, as the submissive figure looked up at his mistress for the night, a drop of her juices from her trembling and soaking core fell down and landed right on his slightly parted puffy red lips. Not breaking eye contact and never losing that subservient look in his eye, the incubus’ little pink tongue escaped from his mouth and licked it away.

Lily snapped.

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The green-eyed woman stared at her beautiful boy with a sad glint in her eye. There was no denying the truth anymore – this was not James’ son.

When she had first found out she was pregnant, she and James had both been ecstatic. They had always wanted a family of their own, even though they had hoped that Voldemort would’ve already been taken care of before they brought a child into the world. But when Lily found out the estimated due date – and more importantly, the estimated date of conception – she had a brief moment of panic but quickly brushed it away. It had only been the one night. Her baby must belong to James.

And when the baby was born Lily had been bursting with pride and relief. Messy-black hair, ten fingers and ten toes, and nothing to suggest he wasn’t fully human – her son must belong to James. And he was beautiful. Lily had never seen anything so beautiful in her life and was sure she never would again (unless she and James had another baby of course, in which case Harry’s sibling was sure to be just as precious).

But by the time she left St. Mungo’s, her previously dismissed worry had turned into a full blown fear. First of all, everyone remarked on what a beautiful baby Harry was. While Lily had been pleased and would’ve considered anyone who didn’t think her baby beautiful as both blind and stupid, she remembered how ugly newborn babies seemed to most people who weren’t the babies’ parents. True, there were some newborns cuter than others, but for everyone to agree that Harry was adorable and declare it with such sincerity had to be pretty significant. Secondly, Harry wasn’t nearly as hungry as a normal baby. He had to be prodded and cajoled into sucking from Lily’s breast, preferring to just cuddle up to his mother than drink from her. And finally Harry never seemed to have to go to the bathroom. Thankfully no one else noticed, always assuming that a nurse, healer or Lily had just finished changing Harry before they had arrived to check on the infant.

At the first opportunity Lily had searched for all the information she could find on incubi and succubae. She had discovered that their ability to change their appearance came from their power of manipulating their own DNA. This meant that since the incubus had taken on the appearance of a pretty James when they had had sex, it was very possible that Harry was the creature’s son despite (and maybe because) his resemblance to her husband. The good news about that fact was regardless of whom Harry’s real father turned out to be, he’ll still genetically be considered a Potter and therefore will still keep his inheritance. And even if he did inherited the shape-shifting abilities, the pretty Potter was his natural form and the one he’d likely choose to remain in as the one he was born with.
That was another little quirk Lily found odd in incubi – since they could change their DNA and naturally took the form of their parents’ child at the time of conception, it was rare for children to look like their incubus parent(s) when they were all in their natural forms. If it weren’t for the fact that incubi could instinctively tell a human from demon and those related to it, they’d never be able to tell stranger from family.

Lily tried one more test – she stopped coaxing Harry into drinking her breast milk. According to her information incubi rarely if ever ate solid food, their private parts used almost solely for sex rather than exits for the digestive system. As only half incubi, Harry might be able to eat solid foods but could probably just as easily find nourishment in the positive and loving energy his parents gave off when they held him. And for him it was probably more fulfilling and delicious than breast milk could ever be. For over a week Lily hovered over her baby at every waking second, checking over Harry to make sure he didn’t seem skinnier or unhappy, and though she never urged Harry to drink from her she was ready to whip out her breast at the smallest whine. But Harry never wanted it. Not once for over a week did he ever show the smallest hint that he was hungry or wanted some milk. He was more than happy just being held.

The proof was all there – Harry was part creature. While it was disappointing (in terms of her own actions – she could never be disappointed with Harry nor love him any less) there was nothing she could do about it besides read all she could to best provide for her son.

After much debate Lily decided not to tell James about Harry’s parentage just yet – she wanted to make sure that there was a strong bond between father and son to ensure James wouldn’t resent Harry for not being his.

Lily was still a little nervous with the prospect of coming clean to her husband, but she knew it had to be done eventually and she was positive that despite everything their love would prove strong and keep their little family together.

No matter what happened, in their home or in the war, they were sure to pull through.

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A/N: Yes, I had Harry be born with a full head of hair. It’s rare, but it happens.

Updates will probably be few and far in between, so I apologize for that.