Harry Incubus ch.6

Unable to endure a second longer, he allowed the tip of his finger to graze her most vulnerable spot, and he instantly felt her body respond. Gasping, her arms crushed the air from his lungs as she convulsively clung to him, and then his own orgasm hit as her gripping pussy milked him of his essence. Electrifying pleasure surged from the tips of his toes to the crown of his head and back, leaving him dazed and trembling but full of energy.

His cock remained hard as he pulled away from the girl. He felt like he could go on for another hour or two, but after release, he became acutely aware of their surroundings and how easily they could be caught. What had seemed like a good idea when he was fully aroused now appeared wildly inappropriate.

"We need to get out of here," he said, scanning the parking lot.

He turned and saw that Blaise's eyelids were fluttering, revealing the whites beneath. Her whole body was trembling, and her hands were clenched into fists. "Are you high or something?"

But the girl still didn't respond. Cursing, Harry jumped out of the car and approached the driver's side. As he helped her put on her shirt and pants, the girl calmed down and sat in her seat. If anything, she looked even more beautiful and toned as he drove towards the fraternity house.

"Is everything okay now?" he asked, and his concerns disappeared when her eyes regained focus.

"Better than good," she said, twisting her lips into a lazy smile as she turned to watch him drive. "But I still feel the same... I think I need more."

"Hey, not again!"

Harry pulled onto the street, and she leaned over the center console, trying to push him away. But the girl wasn't deterred. This time, he relented, sighing with pleasure as she wrapped her lips around him. The pleasure was intense, but he was still buzzing from the effects of their lovemaking, and his focus remained sharp. Half of his mind was driving, but the other half couldn't help but concentrate on the incredible skills of the girl.

It felt like she had two tongues swirling around his head, sliding down his shaft, and teasing every inch of his member. Then her soft lips slid back over the tip, and he felt himself being sucked deep into her throat, while the back of her throat caressed and swallowed him deeper until her swollen lips reached his balls.

"Jesus, woman," he gasped in awe, and then almost cried out in frustration as she pulled away from him and looked up.

"Keep that Roman Godling away from your mouth when you're with Succubati," her tone was mocking, and her long nails dug into his thigh to emphasize her point. Before he could ask what she meant, the vixen bit into his chest hard enough to leave a bruise. "I'll never come to terms with being able to touch a man who remains in his right mind... I love you, Harry. Fleur and I can't wait to share you with my sisters."

"Your sisters...?"

Her smile turned malicious, and he was forced to focus on the intersection they were passing through as she descended again and took him into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her dark locks, guiding her up and down his shaft as she sucked him with all her might. He tried to slow down, but they had arrived on a street where a club party was in full swing, and his balls were still throbbing, the car filled with wet sounds from her oral work.
The couple walking arm in arm noticed Blaise's dark head bobbing over his lap and watched as he stopped in front of the gathering of girls. The woman seemed eager to investigate, but the man pulled her back. "Blaise, hold on... we're here."

"Nghnn!" Her sound of refusal was resolute, and he couldn't argue as she applied her hands to the mix, dragging one nail down his sensitive sack, while the other tightly coiled her fingers in front of her mouth.

In a matter of seconds, he went from a wonderful sensation to the tightening grip of orgasm as Blaise's cheeks hollowed, and her tongue teased the ridge of his penis. The world froze as pleasure erupted within him, and he felt more than heard the growl that escaped him as he held the girl's head firmly. Only when the first powerful wave of his climax had passed did he realize that Blaise wasn't choking but trembling as she had been earlier. Her eyes were rolled back, her tongue pressed against his shaft, and the tip teased his balls. When the last spurt of his semen left him, the girl pulled back, her hair brushing the car's ceiling as she hung there, fingers playing with her mouth, savoring his taste.

"Sweeter than honey... and richer than cream..."

"Jesus Christ, you have to go now," he said, and reality hit him again as he looked around and realized they were sitting in broad daylight, heads popping out of the club building's windows, whispering and pointing.

"I warned you about using that name," the girl said, but she couldn't muster a frown as she rocked in her seat. "Mhmm, this is... a strange feeling."

"Listen, thank you... I don't know what to say. Other than that, it was an amazing afternoon."

"For me too, babe," Blaise said, then pulled him into a seductive kiss before hopping out of the car with a light bounce. "After that feast, I won't be hungry for months, but I still need to see you. I haven't finished with you yet."

As they exchanged numbers, he noticed a group of guys trailing Blaise, checking out her ass. He felt a surge of confidence he'd never experienced before, knowing that he had a girl coveted by these older men, and with the promise in Blaise's eyes, he would have her again soon.

Driving away, Harry Potter spotted Gabrielle and Fleur among the girls with their heads hanging out of the club. A wave of confidence surged as he imagined what Blaise would tell his sisters about their time together. Then reality hit him as he remembered how little his sisters had always cared for him.

Feeling gloomy and unable to pinpoint why, Harry pulled into their driveway and frowned at the sight of a large black Cadillac. It looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it until he stepped inside and saw two women surrounding his mother on the couch.

"Welcome home, Harry," his mother said, rising and putting down her wine glass, then approaching to give him a warm hug.

His eyes focused on the pair in matching stylish dresses as they settled on the couch. Harry tried not to look at his mother's navy dress, loosely draping around her shoulders and down in thick folds that did little to conceal the deep cleavage between her breasts.
"What are you all doing here?" Harry asked the couple observing him with familiar smiles from the couch.

"Bellatrix and Narcissa are here to help me explain," he said. His mother's cheeks turned deep scarlet as she pulled him onto the padded chair they had placed in front of the couch.

"We're here to explain the inexplicable," one of the twins said, placing her wine glass on the side table and looking at her sister. "But you seem like a sharp young man, and I think you've already figured some of it out, haven't you?"

The sister who spoke, Narcissa, as Harry had deduced, didn't have her sister's syrupy-sweet voice. Her voice had a sexy rasp to it, and her intense gaze bolstered his confidence. While Bellatrix and even his stepmother had more going on beneath the surface than they displayed on their faces, this woman wore her emotions on her sleeve, which was refreshing.

"I guess this has something to do with Succubati, Romans, and me as an Incubus?" Harry chuckled, but the sound died as he saw the serious expressions on the faces before him.

"Where did you hear these terms?" his stepmother asked, muttering under her breath, "If these girls mess everything up, then..."

"The girl I just dropped off at the club mentioned something about it."

The three women exchanged displeased looks, and his mother crossed her arms beneath her ample breasts.

"Did she tell you her real name? Or a pseudonym?" Harry frowned. "It sounded too strange to be real. She said it was Blaise something, something, the third."

"Blaise..." His mother shook her head, glancing at the other two, who grimaced. "Where is her mother to keep her daughter in line?"

"Forget about the girl," Narcissa said, snapping her fingers. "We'll deal with her soon enough." The woman's clear blue eyes focused on him. "I guess she's sucked at least part of your essence." When Harry's gaze shifted to her, she snorted, seeing confirmation on his face. "Hmph, figures. Forget about her."

Although she repeated the sentence, her stern expression made it clear she would have harsh words with little Blaise.

"I think I should start from the beginning," Bellatrix said, rising and walking over to a small bar to pour herself a glass of wine. Pouring another glass, she brought it over to him, and Harry raised an eyebrow at his mother as he accepted it.

"One drink won't hurt," she shrugged casually.

"If you're letting me have one drink, I wouldn't have picked wine," Harry said, half to himself, giving the red liquid a tentative sniff.

It was awkward sitting in the spotlight of three beautiful, older women, not to mention the peculiarity of their conversation. However, the second sip eased his nerves, and he waited for Bellatrix to continue. The slender blonde stood near the fireplace, one hand resting on her dress, her eyes watching the dance of flames as she formulated her words. When she spoke, her soft, haunting voice drew him deeply into the story, silencing a million questions her words had awakened.

"Once there was a great and powerful empire, freshly subdued by Caesar Augustus and seeking new territories. It was during this campaign that the great empire suffered one of its greatest defeats, and in fear and hatred, its inhabitants cast a powerful curse."
The blonde's voice fell silent, and her twin sister took up the narrative without missing a beat.

"Mortals remember it as the Battle of Teutoburg Forest, and the Romans called it the Varian Disaster, but for the Brotherhood, it will always be remembered as the Curse... When the Romans swore a bloody oath, they began our immortal life."

"The faith and hatred of the Empire were directed against our brothers, fathers, and sons... The blood oath is a powerful artifact from the ancient world. But curses rebound and resonate... They find their own path and seek buyers in unexpected places."

"Instead of cursing our men with impotence, as the Romans believed. She cursed us. And we were never able to find love or satisfaction in our men... or anyone else." After a brief pause, she resumed her narrative, "Driven mad by loss and insatiable need, we were driven from our homes and cast out from our tribes. Some were even burned at the stake, revealing the true nature of our curse..."

"Immortality, combined with a ravenous hunger for the essence of strong, powerful men. A hunger that makes us starved and wild."

"To live without love until Augustus comes again..."

"Wait," Harry said, raising his hand as his mind swirled. "Are you telling me that both of you are two thousand years old? And all this time, you've lived under some ancient Roman curse as Succubi?"

"Veela is the name of our village, situated at the crossroads of a great eastern trade route, on the edge of Teutoburg Forest," his mother said, drawing Harry's gaze to her as she smoothed her skirt, not looking up. "Over time, it was changed when... stories of my sisters and their exploits came to light. But we've always referred to ourselves as Succubati."

"You too, Mom? But... how?" Harry sifted through memories, trying to recall when she was away from home and imagining her with different men... Anger flared within him, hot and fierce, fueled by a sudden jealousy he tried to ignore.