A Mother\'s Gift

     Hermione leafed through the ancient pages of a tome, the musty mixture of leather and worn pages filling her senses.  She loved it – the weight of it, the smell of it, the look of it.  Her eyes flittered about the pages, keeping an eye out for anything related to Succubi.

     It had been three days since Harry had consensually assaulted her in her bedroom.  Three days of wonderfully perverse fucking, which left precious few moments of productivity.  Not that she was complaining, of course.  Hermione felt her cock twitch in its sleep, absentmindedly tracing it with her hand.

     Harry stepped into the library of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, her hips swishing back and forth.  Her wings fluttered, grateful for the magically-enhanced spaciousness of the room.  She flew up to the second story, where Hermione was stretched out with her book with her naked, tanned skin glistening in the dim light.

     “Hey, babe,” Harry whispered, floating down to Hermione slowly.  “How’s the research going?” she asked, toes touching down on the cold stone floor.

     Hermione looked up and bit the side of her lip harshly. Obviously the presence of her Mistress affected her deeply, for even the bushy-haired girl’s cock rose to the occasion.

     Clearing her throat, Hermione placed the tome onto a side table, standing up.  “It would go faster,” she said, pretending to scan the books on the nearest bookshelf. “If you weren’t constantly interrupting me…”  She reached back and spread her ass cheeks slowly, her pussy already drenched in its own juices.

     Harry closed her eyes and turned away, knowing that it was time to focus on reality for a moment.  “I’m sorry, love,” she muttered, staring out at the rest of the library, leaning forwards onto the railing. “I just hate being away from you.”

     “Well, if you must know…” Hermione turned and was captured by the sight of Harry’s ass staring back at her, the pale globes almost glowing from the moonlight shining down from the open-air ceiling.  Hermione shook her head and smiled, stepping toward her Mistress slowly.  When she got to her, she wrapped her arms around the girl and rubbed the tip of her ladycock against her rear-entrance, smearing pre-cum around the small rosebud.

     Harry purred, and Hermione finished her sentence.  “You’re a Succubus, Harry.  And so am I.”

     Harry turned, embracing Hermione and kissing her neck, mumbling, “How is that possible, Herm? Did I turn you into one?”

     A smile, and Hermione leaned her head back, exposing her clavicle for Harry to taste.  “No, Mistress.  I was already a Succubus – from a distant relation.  You simply released it within me.”

     Nodding a bit, Harry rubbed her cock against Hermione’s, squishing their breasts together softly.  “How did I become one?” Harry asked, staring deeply into his pet’s eyes, tongue stuck out and drooling onto their tits.

     Hermione reached out with her tongue to capture some of Harry’s drool, drinking the warm liquid and smiling. “Your mother.  Succubi cannot father children, only carry them.”

     The air in the room was cool against their heated flesh, and Harry felt it was time to lift herself onto the railing and pull Hermione close.  The smaller cock of her pet slid past her vaginal folds easily, and then Hermione was inside of her.  It had taken Harry a while to get used to the feeling of having a vagina, but it was so much better to have a full set of both parts.

     “When a Succubus-to-be is fucked by a fully born Succubus, and she absorbs the bodily fluids of said Succubus, only then can she come into her powers…” said Hermione, although in truth they were grunted words as she thrust into her Mistress’ tight cunt. “The only other way is for a Succubus to have her mortal shell destroyed.”

      

     Harry moaned and arched her back over the balcony, throwing her arms out and letting her wings flutter.  Hermione drunk in the sight as she thrust into her friend, tracing her gaze up the pale form, muscles tensing and breasts bouncing.  Harry was truly beautiful.  She took her thumb and began wanking Harry’s cock, circling her thumb around the head and letting the tip of her nail graze the inside of its urethra.

     “So,” moaned Harry, her arms coming inward to massage her own breasts.  “That’s why I turned when Lucius hit me with his curse…”

     All Hermione could do was nod, her tongue hanging from her lips and dripping saliva down onto her own large breasts.  Her veins burned with a blue flame, her eyes exploding with cobalt fire.  Hermione’s horns, while not as impressive as her Mistress’, were elegant as they twisted about her head.

     “Mmm, ‘Mione, love,” murmured Harry, her glowing green eyes closing slowly in bliss.  “Piss inside me,” she commanded.  As her pet acquiesced, she reveled in the sense of warmth that flooded forth within her already dripping pussy.

     The two were lost in each other when the front door to Number 12 swung open, and neither noticed that they had company until the visitors were already one room over.  Harry could smell it: the arousal of humans.  She came all over Hermione and smiled, extracting her friend from within.

     “Company?” asked Hermione, licking off her breasts slowly. Her eyes were still burning with lust, and her she-cock was still hard as a rock. 

     Harry breathed in deep, and somehow recognized the newcomers by scent alone.  “Ginny Weasley and Dean Thomas,” said Harry, licking her lips.  She shifted back into her human form, and nodded for Hermione to do the same.  “Let’s go welcome our new guests,” Harry’s voice had returned to its masculine style, and he hopped off of the second story and walked out the library, followed closely by Hermione.

     The door to Sirius’ study was cracked open, but Harry knew he was not here.  Even without his sense of smell, he knew Sirius was gone for the rest of the week.  Order business, he assumed. 

     As he slowly opened the door, he was greeted to the sight of a perky little redhead straddling a boy on the sofa.  She smiled down at her companion and kissed him softly.

     “Are you sure we should be here?” asked Dean, his hands slowing down Ginny’s progress.  “We might get in trouble.  Wasn’t this place supposed to be a secret?”

     Ginny rolled her eyes and huffed.  “Dean Thomas, I didn’t take you for a coward.  Perhaps you would be better suited inside a Slytherin?  Or a Hufflepuff?”

     Dean bristled at the obvious jab, and flipped the redhead over onto the couch.  “I’ll show you who’s a coward!” he shouted, fumbling as he tried to take off his belt. “I’ll show you who’s a lion!”

     Harry laughed loudly, breaking the atmosphere of the room.  Dean looked up, then, a deer in the headlights, while Ginny squeaked and rolled off the couch and onto the floor.

     “Oh no, please,” said Harry through fits of giggles, “Don’t stop on our account – I want to see how a lion fucks.”

     Hermione laughed with him, arm around his waist.  Ginny looked back and forth between the two, getting over her earlier embarrassment.  Funny how being the one with clothes helps with that.  “What the fuck are you doing with your arm around Harry?!” She shrieked, standing up slowly. “Why the fuck are you naked?  Why the fuck are you here!?”

     They were all legitimate questions, but Harry didn’t feel like being interrogated at the moment.  He could see Dean’s erection and licked his lips.  “Hermione and I were just fucking, but twosomes can get so dreadfully dull, can’t they love?” He looked over at his bushy-haired pet.  She nodded as she stared down Ginny, her eyes hungry with lust.  It made the red-head uncomfortable, but she chose to avoid the gaze and instead stare at Harry’s cock.  She had never seen it, but she could already tell she wanted it.

     Dean, however, did not look as horny as the rest of them.  Instead, he stared directly at Harry.  He drew his wand, pointing it directly at his housemate.  “Mealux!” he shouted, and a bright flash of light flew from the tip of his wand.

     Harry was struck, with no wand to defend himself, and fell backwards, screaming.  Hermione lunged at Dean almost as soon as the spell went off, knocking him onto his ass, and wrenched his wand out of his grip.  Ginny, for her part, rushed over to Harry and knelt at his side, concerned.

     Where the spell had struck Harry, his skin was seared, and he was writhing in pain.  Green energy erupted beneath his veins and he quickly morphed into his full Succubus form, forced out into the light.  Ginny fell onto her back, staring at boy she had loved for many years.  He wasn’t a boy any longer.

     “I didn’t want to believe it,” growled Dean, Hermione’s smooth foot nearly crushing his throat, her hand pointing his own wand down at his face.  “I can’t believe you of all people are a fuckin’ whore demon!”

     Hermione pressed down on the boy’s throat harder and glared at him.  “Who told you?” she asked, anger clear in her tone, and it was starting to seep into her appearance.  Her horns began to poke out of her temples, and her eyes started to burn blue.

     Dean tried to fight her foot, but she was unnaturally strong due to her Demonhood. “No one told me,” coughed the boy, trying hard to stay conscious.  “M-my family is part of the Order Lux Aeterna…”

     Hermione growled and looked back at Harry.  Her green eyes were open and on fire, and she stood.  Ginny was still staring as her friend walked past her, and stood above Dean.

     “The Order Lux Aeterna, or Order Lux as it’s more often called,” explained Hermione, her eyes drifting along Harry’s form to check for damage.  “It was mentioned in a few of my texts.  Much as the Order of the Phoenix hunts Dark Wizards, specifically Death Eaters, the Order Lux hunts Demons.  Specifically, Succubi.”

     Harry nodded, and drooled onto her breast, where the burn from Dean’s spell was.  Once it got good and slobbery, the damaged patch began to heal, replaced by her usual ivory skin.

     “What’re the odds?” wondered Harry, kneeling down beside Dean.  “To think a member of an obscure and ancient organization would be dorm-mates with the very thing he wishes to hunt down and kill.”

     Hermione, looked back down at Dean.  “What should I do?  Snap his neck?”

     Harry briefly considered it, then realized that they were actually putting that on the table.  This transformation had really changed them, more than just their bodies - it had changed their very souls.  Harry found the most disturbing part about it was that he didn’t care.

     “No, love,” smiled Harry, looking over at the chair in the corner of the room.  “Tie him to that, and he’ll watch as we devour his girlfriend.”  Ginny squeaked when she was mentioned, and stood, tip-toed to the door… only to be cutoff by Harry as the Succubus flew to her and slammed it closed in front of her.  “Tsk tsk, Gin,” she said, caressing the young girl’s face.  “Can’t run from this, little one.” 

     Harry’s tongue reached out and licked along Ginny’s lips.  She had flavored lip gloss – strawberry.  She smiled slowly.  Wasn’t it always strawberry?

     Ginny gasped and fell backwards, taking in Harry’s imposing form as it stood above her, wings spread out and massive cock twitching violently.  “Be good,” whispered Hermione in her ear, and Ginny turned around and fell back into Harry’s waiting arms.  “And you might get to drink our piss,” she finished, stroking her own cock.

     Ginny felt like she was going to be sick as Harry… no, not Harry – fake Harry, evil Harry, corrupted Demoness Harry, maybe – but not her Harry.  Even so, fake Harry lifted her up and carried her over to the sofa, barely feet away from her tied up boyfriend.

     Fear rippled through Ginny’s body, her heart pounding like a giant in her chest.  These Demons masquerading as her friends were going to eat her!  She didn’t want to be eaten – least of all alive.

     “Please,” begged Ginny, tears welling up in her eyes.  “Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t kill me!”  She looked at Harry pleading as she was put down onto the sofa.

     Harry giggled to herself and smiled, tearing off Ginny’s clothes with a flick of her wrist.  “Sweetheart, there’s no getting out of this.  You’ll be devoured – mind, body, and soul.  And when we’re done, there’ll be nothing left of the Ginny Weasley that lies here now.”

     Hermione smiled the sweetest, kindest smile as she bound Ginny’s wrists with a swish and flick of Dean’s wand.  She looked up then, at Ginny’s flailing legs – specifically the feet.

     “Mistress, may I…?” asked Hermione, her eyes never leaving Ginny’s flying feet.

     Harry’s gaze followed her pet’s.  She nodded, grabbing Ginny’s ankles and handing one of the appendages to Hermione.

     Dean fought against his restraints, tears in his eyes.  “Don’t you dare do this, you fucking freaks!  Let go of her!  She doesn’t deserve this!”

     Ignoring the screaming boy in the corner, Harry looked down at his youngest friend.  “Ginny, we’re going to eat you now.  We’ve decided to start with your feet.”

     Ginny stared up at her friends, frozen in terror.  “P-please,” she tried begging one last time, tears spilling down her cheeks in rivers.

     Harry smiled, shook her head, and popped the small foot in her mouth, sucking and licking at the soft toes.  Hermione did the same, but was much more slobbery about it.  Saliva drooled down as their tongues slid up and down the soles of Ginny’s feet, making sure to get every nook and cranny in-between the pale toes.

     The redhead began to giggle, at first, her eyes opening wide in surprise.  She could deal with this, it wasn’t really her thing, but he could deal.  The longer they licked her feet, however, the more saliva soaked into her skin.  Her feet went from being ticklish, to being as sensitive as her nipples.

     Pleasure wracked her legs, and it drifted up into her loins, and she was burning for the two women devouring her.  Their tongues drifted up her legs, and she felt Harry’s enter her pussy, licking her g-spot.  Hermione, for her part, was diving at her asshole, which she didn’t feel particularly good about.  She wasn’t a fan of anal, so she never really cleaned back there.

     Hermione didn’t seem to mind the smell, though, and her saliva quickly cleaned it up.  Every part of Ginny’s body that was coated in the clear substance quickly became overly sensitive, and she was overwhelmed by the pleasure.

     Without warning, the two Demons backed away, and Ginny was left panting and whining in heat.  She wanted more so badly, even though she knew she shouldn’t.

     Harry was the first to act.  He pointed Hermione towards Ginny’s face.  The bushy-haired Demon stood above her friend and leaned down, letting a large wad of Succubus spit drip down into her friend’s mouth.  Ginny gagged for a moment, but quickly regained her composure and swallowed the sweet-tasting fluid, and felt it warm her from the inside.

     Hermione smiled, and straddled her friend’s face, rubbing her pussy against Ginny’s mouth and smothering the girl’s nose with her anus.  The redhead squirmed, and bucked, but became dizzy from the demonic saliva filling her stomach – not to mention the oxygen loss.

     Harry took her time, working in her saliva into Ginny’s soft pale skin, almost as pale as her own.  Everywhere it soaked in lit on fire with sensation, and the youngest Weasley was quickly overwhelmed.  She began to moan and tear into the delicious pussy of someone she, until recently, thought of only as a sister.

     Dean was still crying, watching in disgust as his girl was taken from him in every way imaginable.  He knew the effect bodily fluids from a Succubus could have on a human.  He knew Ginny was approaching a point of no return.  His desperation failed to stop his cock from attempting to break free from its prison within his jeans, however.

     Ginny cried out into Hermione’s dripping cunt as Harry’s own mouth dived down between her legs.  Once again she felt the unnatural length and width of Harry’s tongue as it twisted, curled, and forced its way deep inside of her.   That’s when she realized it was two tongues – one for each of her holes.

     Reaching down, Ginny grasped Harry’s head, weaving her fingers through the messy black hair.  Dean leaned forwards in his chair, hoping against hope that she would fight back.

     Ginny disappointed her boyfriend, however, and pulled Harry’s head as hard as she could against her crotch.  She was lost, he realized.

     Lost in the sea of pleasure.  At least that’s how it felt, as her body was rocked with the first orgasm of the night.

     Harry pulled away, earning a mewling whine from the redheaded witch.  Smiling, the Succubus stood, and from her crotch erupted two massive, throbbing cocks, each weeping pre-cum from their swollen heads.  Ginny couldn’t see them – all she could see was Hermione’s puckered anus – but she could feel their presence somehow.

     Indeed, she welcomed the newcomers with joy as they slid into her lonely holes.  She welcomed it as they reached depths that her boyfriend had only dreamed of.  She welcomed it as they stretched her so full, the slack of her walls pulled tight.  She welcomed it as Hermione unleashed a torrent of piss in her face, and she welcomed it when Harry’s tongue stretched and twisted, attacking her clit with vicious abandon.

     That was when Harry found out the little Weaslette could squirt… a lot.  Clear fluid exploded from in between her legs as her body was wracked with yet another orgasm.  Harry could feel both Ginny’s pussy and ass clench around her cocks, and with every thrust they were getting bigger and bigger.

     Hermione began to drool heavily, a seemingly endless torrent of saliva cascading from her mouth.  It coincided with her body glowing bright blue, and she started grinding even harder into Ginny’s little abused face.

     “You like that you little slut?” purred Hermione, spit bubbling up in her mouth.  Harry joined in the drooling, although she had a head start since her tongue was still playing with Ginny’s clit.  “You like being used?”

     Ginny nodded vigorously as she lapped at Hermione’s twat, tongue dancing along the folds of her labia and attempting to dive past.  All she could smell was vagina and asshole, and it was turning her on more than any cologne Dean had ever worn.  Still, she felt like something was missing…

     Hermione suddenly shifted, pushing off on the side of the couch and repositioning so that her cock was pointed straight down towards Ginny’s mouth.  The redhead looked up and was caught in a combination of udder bliss as her face was drenched in spit and pre-cum. 

There was not an inch of her body that was not slick with something or another, and Harry decided to add to the mix by removing her dicks from her holes and spraying her with semen.  Rope after rope of burning hot seed coated the little redhead and she was in bliss. 

     Then Hermione thrust down and speared her face with her ladycock.  Ginny could feel it slide down her throat and make her gag, but she held in her stomach.  Hermione rubbed her clit against Ginny’s nose, and then started fucking the poor girls face.

     “Take my fucking cock you little shit,” smiled Hermione, her body shuddering as she thrust in and out.  “You’ll drink every last drop of cum I have, won’t you bitch?!”  She leaned forward and pulled Harry into a deep kiss, their drool covered tits sliding together.  Harry, in turn, started fucking Ginny again, and reached around Hermione to slide his slick fingers into her anus, stretching it out.

     Dean had apparently given up, now lost in thought as he watched the two Demons consume his girlfriend.  He saw the look on her face as she was forcibly fed cock, her eyes rolled back and her cheeks caving in.  He couldn’t tell if she liked the abuse.  He hoped she didn’t.

     Ginny did, though.  She liked it very much, even as she fought to control her gag reflex.  The head of Hermione’s cock would snap forwards like a bungee cord, poking at her stomach cruelly.  She couldn’t breathe while it was in her throat, and the pussy juice in her eyes was starting to sting.  It was good, though.  Oh so good.  She wanted more, wanted to be used in every possible way.

     Harry grunted again, and suddenly Ginny knew what it was like to be filled with a gallon of semen.  She felt it fill her up to the brim, and even as Hermione brutally assaulted her face she knew it was her purpose in life.  Then Hermione came, and what empty space was left within Ginny Weasley was quickly used up, and cum exploded from inside of her. 

Ginny’s pussy was the first to lose its seal, and cum began to drip around Harry’s still pumping shaft.  Then her lips went, cum squirting out onto her chin, followed by cum squirting out of her nose.  Once her tear ducts produced bubbles of semen, she passed out for a moment – but only just a moment.

The redhead quickly regained consciousness when her body was rocked with yet another orgasm, and she squirted her own fluids all about.  By now the couch was thoroughly soaked through, and the smell of it was intoxicating even to the man tied up in the corner. 

Hermione extricated her cock from Ginny’s throat, and a gush of semen burst forth in response, along with Ginny coughing up any that had snuck its way into her airway.  “M-more,” she gurgled, looking at Harry with pleading eyes. “I need more, Harry, I need you to ruin me.  Please, Harry, I need to be ruined!”

Harry smiled and began to fuck her harder, pounding away.  Hermione wasn’t content with that, though, so she lifted Ginny up and moved her towards Harry a little more, giving her just enough room to slide her cock up with her Mistress’ into the redhead’s completely abused anus. 

Ginny was effectively sandwiched between the two Succubi, her stomach severely distended from being full of semen.  Her small, yet perky breasts slid against Harry’s much larger ones, and Hermione’s pushed up against her back.  It was like being in a tub of spit covered tits, and she loved it.  Especially whit the twin cocks filling her ass.

Then Harry took his first cock and brought it up with the other two, so Ginny was bouncing up and down on three of the things – and they were still growing.  Some of the cum from before was leaking out and providing excellent lube as she was stretched to her breaking point.  It hurt – but she kinda wanted them to rip her apart.  It was an in the moment thing.

In the end, they didn’t.  She completely lost herself in the sensations and was once again filled with so much semen that she thought she’d burst.  She looked pregnant, and felt waterlogged, but it was a good feeling. 

The two Succubi removed themselves from the girl and sat her up on the couch, with her legs spread.  Then they pushed Dean’s chair in between her legs, and he could finally take in the beautiful expression on his girlfriend’s face.

“You see Dean?” asked Harry, smiling.  “We devoured her.  Strip away the humanity and you get the truth of a person.”

Ginny smiled dazedly, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth.  Then she sighed and a torrent of cum and shit spewed forth from her bowels.  It was a semen enema, really.  Dean got partially sprayed with the milk chocolate mixture, and he held back the urge to throw up.

Harry stared down at the mess, face scrunched up in disgust. “Eew…” he murmured, going to get his wand. 

Hermione apparently had a different opinion of the situation, staring at Ginny in approval.  “To see someone so degraded, humiliated, broken and used… and to see them so relaxed because of it…” she said, turning to Dean and smiling with a dreamy look in her eyes.  “Isn’t it beautiful, Dean?”

She didn’t get an answer. Dean was just as lost as Ginny.  He needed to feel what she felt.  He needed to have that look on his face.  That’s all he needed…

After a few moments of Hermione absentmindedly swishing the milky mixture about with her finger, Harry returned with her wand.  She muttered a quick scourgify and the floor was cleaned.  Hermione pouted, but sucked her finger clean and stood, looking down at Ginny.

“What do we do with the witch, Mistress?” she asked, still elated at Ginny’s appearance.

     Still in the process of cleaning everything that needed it, Harry shrugged and turned her attention to Dean.  “We can keep her here, as a pet.  But this one is lost.”  She waved her hand over Dean’s face, but there was no one home.  His mind was broken, forever hypnotized by the beauty before him.

     With a quick swish of his wand, Harry sent Dean to St. Mungo’s, and then looked down at Ginny.  “I already made up the dungeon as an adequate harem room.”

     Ginny perked up at this, finally broken from her trance.  “Oh, Harry, a harem would be wonderful!” She smiled dreamily, reminding him of Luna Lovegood.  “We could bring all of our friends here, for you to show…”

     Hermione’s forehead wrinkled in confusion.  “To show what Ginny?” she asked.

     The redhead didn’t look at her.  She just stared at Harry. “Show them that Harry is the one true way.  Life exists to serve him.  To be his playthings.”

     Hermione raised an eyebrow.  “Well, I’ve read about Succubi starting cults, but this is ridiculous.”

     Suddenly everything became clear for Harry, and she smiled as she pulled Hermione close.  “Don’t you see, love?” she asked, looking down at her lover in her arms. “We are destined to rule this world.  We have to awaken all the dormant Succubi!”

     Wind whipped around and filled the room, and suddenly a rip in very air opened up and out stepped…

     Aunt Petunia?

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