As Leala Morton slowly made her way down the hall towards her sister Shelbie's office, she winced ever so slightly. Her fat arse was incredibly sore at the moment, and the shifting of her dress back and forth caused her bum to object to every step she took. If her derriere had it's say, it'd probably have her lying stomach down on her bed, recovering from her punishment. Luckily, despite how big and plump it was, her arse did NOT have a mind of its own.

Truthfully, Leala had no excuse for her failure in curing her brother. She should have factored in the simple fact that the potion she'd attempted to use to help fix Treowe had been used on one of her early ancestors when their Bloodline traits were only JUST beginning to manifest, not after whatever had been done to Treowe was done. Not only had the potion failed, it'd had the opposite effects on her brother, who was the result of generations upon generations where the bloodline had proved dominant and it's blessing had been further enhanced, time and time again.

Briana, her childhood Succubus and altogether best friend, had such a talent for correcting Leala's failures and punishing her mistakes when she fucked up as she did. The Succubus' tongue was especially acidic when confronted with simple idiocy, such as the boys that wanted to mount her and have their way with her as they attempted to impress her with their so-called 'accomplishments'.

Honestly, Leala really didn't know why Shelbie got so jealous of her attracting so many hormonal pigs to her doorstep. Piggish men who inevitably turned out to only be able to regurgitate the so-called 'facts' that they'd been taught at that most prestigious institution called Hogwarts. Honestly, their 'knowledge' wasn't worth the parchment it was written on outside of the British Isles. Little Treowe had helped her dodge quite the hex by insistently begging her not to go there all those years ago.

Sighing, Leala comes to a stop in front of Shelbie's office, preparing herself for some inevitable clash with her sister. The two of them loved each other very much… but that didn't mean they didn't have their argument, and frequently at that. Slipping a strand of her ebony black hair out of her face, Leala reflects that she'd spent too much time keeping it bound up and covered in her potions laboratory. She would need to put aside some time to take care of it later.

Pushing open the door, Leala's eyes immediately settle on the two cushioned loveseat sofa sat across from Shelbie's desk, rather than a chair or two. She immediately rolls her eyes at the intended insult, well-used to Shelbie's acidic wit at this point. This one wasn't even all that clever. Oh, her ass was so big that each cheek needed its own cushion? Honestly Shelbie, get some new material…

Turning to her sister, expecting to see a smug smirk, instead she finds Shelbie Morton behind her desk, nursing a glass of amber liquid, white-knuckled grip on the enchanted glass, and her entire arm experiencing tremors as her hand shook, before she finally took a long gulp that drained the thing. Shelbie quickly grabs the bottle that she has out on her desk, refilling her glass and then pouring another glass to half-full, pushing it towards Leala's side of the desk. Staring at her sister's distant gaze, Leala slowly moves forward, settling down onto the loveseat, which truth be told, is heaven on her sore bottom, regardless of Shelbie's intentions.

"Heiress Potter's examination not go well?"

Even as she asked the question, Leala found herself wondering how badly it could have gone to reduce Shelbie to this… 'self-medicating' state. Her sister the Mediwitch releases a giggling laugh that starts high and manic before turning low and broken at Leala's inquiry. In the end, she shakes her head, staring down at the results in front of her.

"Hella Potter, the Girl-Who-Lived, Vanquisher of He Who Must Not be Named, and Savior of our little corner of the Wizarding World… is broken, fucked up beyond belief, and oh, also completely and utterly impossible!"

At that loud declaration, Shelbie takes another swig from her glass, before continuing on in a more normal tone.

"We had a lovely conversation about how sweet and kind Treowe is to her, about how he's a good man, in between me explaining all of the tests I was running on her and trying not tb be completely horrified at my findings, or how her body got into such a shape to give such results in the first place."

Leala considered taking the bottle away, but knew it was a lost cause. The bottom left drawer of Shelbie's desk was stocked with more of them anyways.

"Shelly… how much have you had to drink tonight?"

Using her sister's nickname is enough to get the Mediwitch's attention, and she snorts as she gestures at the scroll on her desk.

"This is the first bottle, but I expect it'll be the first of many. See how far you get into THAT before you join me, yeah Lea?"

Leala purses her lips together as Shelbie leans back in her chair, clutching her glass with both hands and wearing a knowing look.

"If Treowe hadn't already vouched for us, if we hadn't sent all those helpful gifts we did… I doubt I would have been able to get even this much out of her."

Finally reaching forward, Leala pulls the scroll over and opens it up, quickly scanning past the agreement between Shelbie Morton and Hella Potter that allowed the examination to take place and kept such findings private aside from Leala herself in case the Potions Mistress needed to adjust Heiress Potter's potions regiment.

The first thing that caused her to pause were the two sets of measurements and the notations in between them. The ones taken today, and the ones taken back in early November… and the fact that the increases between them were no few inches. Holding the scroll in one hand, Leala uses the other to grab the offered glass for a gulp. Fortified, Leala puts the glass down and stares at her sister, who looks back at her knowingly, nodding and

"This… this is too fast. She's gained far too much, far too fast, in far too short of a period of time. I know Treowe stated she was a Metamorphmagus-!"

"Yes, which may have played a part in her rapid growth, among other factors such as the potions regimen you have her on, but those are the actual measurements of her body now, without her using the ability to further enhance her figure."

Leala bites her lower lip at that. That wasn't what she wanted to hear; truth be told. But Shelbie wasn't done yet.

"It was such a hassle to get her to relax her body enough to check for that without resorting to magic or potions that might through off the results. And all because she was obsessed with using her abilities in shapeshifting to hold Treowe's seed inside of her!"

Leala snorts at that, at Shelbie complaining about a patient making things more difficult because of their fetish. Really, neither she nor Shelbie had room to talk on whatever kinks that Heiress Potter had developed from being exposed to Treowe. She still remembered the first time Treowe had spanked her ass and reprimanded her for being too vitriolic to Shelbie after coming out of a particularly rough Pensieve session in which she'd been observing memories from Snape's lessons and 'teaching style'.

She had learned far too much about how to verbally destroy someone, and not nearly enough about potions themselves from the man. Severus Snape was an amazing Potions Master, but he was an absolutely terrible teacher. Shaking her head of such things, Leala focuses back on the scroll, shifting it down and bringing up the next section, which had to do with the overall health of the subject's body.

Her eyes scan over it, stop, and then look over the top of the scroll at where Shelbie is currently refilling both of their glasses with more liquor. Then, she turns her gaze back to the scroll, rereading the bit that had caused her pause. Apparently, Hella Potter had been going through a cycle of fasting and feasting for the past few years, eating well for a good portion of the year, and then eating barely anything at all for the other part. And that said nothing about the girl's history before she'd started at Hogwarts.

Leala grimaces and shifts her abundant ass across the sofa she's sat upon. Her anus and reddened bubble butt both flare in pain, but she can't find the energy to care about that in light of the obvious evidence that the Savior of the Wizarding World had been starved for months at a time for years, and not even after arriving at Hogwarts had anyone said or done anything about it!

She'd known in a sort of abstract way that it was a possibility, given what they'd previously read in Treowe's letter and seen in the pictures. But she'd obviously been in a state of denial, refusing to believe that anyone would have allowed this to happen to the one that had ended such a fearful part of their history.

Glass scrapes against the wood grain of Shelbie's desk as she pushes forward another serving of liquid courage. Leala's shaking hand tightly grasps it and pours the burning liquor down her throat. Slamming it back onto the desk, where her sister calmly and casually refills it for her, the Potions Mistress gathers herself for the question that she needs to know the answer to, if she's going to continue helping.

"How… how long?"

Shelbie leans back in her chair again, taking a deep breath into her lungs, and then releasing it in a manner that almost seems to deflate her.

"All of her life, that she remembers. From both what she said and didn't say, her situation drastically improved once she arrived at Hogwarts."

Ten years then. Ten years of Hella suffering after she and her parents had paid the price to bring all of the rest of them peace. And then, even after she'd arrived at Hogwarts, every summer she'd suffered some more. The worst part was, Leala knew who was to blame as well. Only the most powerful wizard in the British Isles.

All those years, Albus Dumbledore had spoken up time and time again. Whenever anyone so much as questioned where their savior had gone, Dumbledore had been there with a grandfatherly smile and a twinkle in his eye, reassuring them all that the Girl-Who-Lived was safe and being taken care of in a loving, if secluded environment. Lies, all of it were lies!

Not that there weren't plenty of wizards and witches, whole families of them even, who didn't trust Dumbledore as far as they could throw him, but for him to lie about her living conditions, or worse, be ignorant of them… it was inexcusable! Leala and her entire family had already known for quite a long time that Dumbledore was not to be trusted. Their Grandfather's Portrait would speak at length about the subject of Albus Dumbledore. Too much power, too many titles, too much knowledge hoarded and taken for himself… and at the center of it all, a man too convinced of his own cleverness, of his own infallibility.

There were no shortages of families that would have happily taken in the Potter Heiress, many of them even clamoring to do so after the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters had been finished off. Oh sure, some of them Leala knew were likely Death Eaters or Death Eater sympathizers who had managed to get off easy in their own right. She knew for a fact that Lucius Malfoy had certainly thrown his name into the hat for the task and giving Hella to HIM would have been even worse than what had actually happened.

But for every Death Eater claiming to have been imperiused, there were a dozen families of good, honest people who would have happily raised the Potter Heiress to be happy, hale, and whole. To know their culture, to know their people, to know her role in their world's history. Unfortunately, infighting had destroyed any sort of chance for a united front o having her brought out of wherever Dumbledore was hiding her. Convenient that everyone who had been closer to the Potters then Dumbledore himself was had ended up disqualified, dead, or worse.

Fuck! Leala downs another glass of liquor as she realizes where her mind had begun to go. Any subject involving Dumbledore could make one downright paranoid over every little detail that the powerful aged wizard may or may not have touched. Refocusing herself on the scroll in front of her, Leala moves onto the next passage. Bone density, of course, was still on the thin side due to Hella's appalling lack of proper nutrition. Very small doses of skele-grow among the potion regimen that Leala had Heiress Potter on had been correcting that deficiency. It was especially necessary given that Hella played Quidditch and had a knock for trouble finding her from what Treowe's letters had mentioned. Such as that dragon breaking loose during the First Task. Still, Leala was just the Potions Mistress, Shelbie was the Mediwitch.

"How is the bone density coming along, in your opinion?"

Shelbie hums as she tilts her glass of amber fluid one way and then the other in thoughtful contemplation.

"If Heiress Potter were to stick to the activity level of a normal witch and regularly consume more dairy from here on out, I would suggest that you could stop the skele-grow treatments. However, given the events currently taking place at Hogwarts, along with her love for Quidditch… my professional opinion is that you continue to supple her with doses for at least the rest of this month. That should give her bones sufficient density for her more active lifestyle, without potentially putting undue stress on her skeletal structure and eventually weighing her down."

Leala nods at that, making a mental note. Yes, there was a reason that every wizard and witch in the wizarding world didn't take skele-grow on the regular like some sort of muggle daily vitamin. It would be nice if it could work like that, but even continuous small doses of the potion could be harmful to one's health if there was nothing left to repair. The muggles had these things called bone spurs that they had to deal with sometimes… overdosing on skele-grow was far, far worse.

Revealing more of the scroll, Leala comes to the next session, with a large bold title in cursive.

Hella Potter's Health Hazards

In cursive, bolded, AND underlined. Lifting a brow, Leala reads on, only for fresh horror to fill her chest. To her shock, the Potter Heiress had never been inoculated against ANY of the common household magical illnesses. While their magic made them immune to normal viruses and diseases, much of the wizarding world was still vulnerable to a variety of magical malignants instead, some of which were quite lethal to them.

There were adult witches and wizards in full health at the peaks of their respective magical power that had died in short periods of time when they caught some of these illnesses. Even with potions and magical treatment available, they could only slow the progress and make the patient comfortable once some had caught on. Which was why there were vaccines for this sort of thing, inoculations given to every magical baby just after their first birthday.

"How quickly-!"

"Already sent my House Elf off to St. Mungo's with a letter to my old teacher. Not to worry, she knows how to keep a secret."

Leala slumps at that, nodding. She should have expected Shelbie to already be on top of the situation. Meanwhile, her sister stares at her empty glass, and the equally empty bottle that could no longer refill it for a long moment of silence. Then, the Mediwitch is suddenly standing and hurling the empty bottle across the room, where it shatters on contact with the wall. Her body trembles in barely restrained fury as she launches into a loud tirade against both Dumbledore and the Hogwarts Nurse, Madame Pomfrey.

She screams about the competency or lack thereof among the staff at Hogwarts, and rants about how maybe she should just go to Hogwarts herself to make sure the job gets done right for once. All while reaching down to pull out another bottle from a lower drawer of her desk. She's still muttering expletives and curses towards Dumbledore under her breath as she refills both their glasses and then flops back down into her large office chair, gulping down her drink.

"… Keep reading. It only gets worse."

Leala pales slightly at that. That's what she'd been afraid of. Still, as the Potions Mistress in charge of brewing Hella's potions regimen, she needs to know, so she goes back to pouring over Shelbie's findings.

The next item on the list was of course the infamous scar. Which had apparently contained very dark magic, previously… but now had only lingering traces left to tell them what had once been there. Whatever darkness had existed in Hella's lightning bolt scar had slowly drained out of it over a period of the last two months. Which put the time of when it had started draining out at around Samhain… when Treowe and Hella had first met, and ritually sacrificed her virginity.

Biting her lower lip, Leala looks over at her sister.

"The scar… what is… no, what was it?"

It had always been a hotly debated topic, how exactly Hella Potter had survived the killing curse with only that scar to show for it. Before the girl had come back to the Wizarding World, most had believed that part of Dumbledore's story to be a lie. They'd assumed that something more sensical had happened, like perhaps Dumbledore showing up at the last second and defeating Voldemort before he could do unto young Heiress Potter what he'd already done to her parents.

But then Hella had shown up, and that angry zig-zag of a scar had been right where Dumbledore had said it was. Needless to say, it'd put the magical academic community into quite the tizzy at the time, back during Hella's first year at Hogwarts. So yeah, the scar was… strange. And apparently, now it was disarmed, in no small part due to Treowe's actions. But that didn't mean Leala didn't want to know what it was.

Shrugging, Shelbie gestures with the glass in her hand.

"No idea. I would have been able to get more information if I'd been able to examine her months ago, before she'd come into contact with our little brother."

Leala scoffs at that, knowing Shelbie better than that.

"Fine then, your best guess on what it was?"

Shelbie's face turns towards a macabre smile, but that doesn't last long.

"My best guess? It could have been anything, Leala. A death curse, a dark magic parasite, a fragment of You-Know-Who himself, it doesn't matter anymore! Whatever it was got expelled or consumed or whatever by the power of the ritual! The ritual that Hella Potter somehow managed to perform without any prior training or knowledge of the old ways!"

Leala leans back at the intensity Shelbie is demonstrating, but at the same time, she understands where her sister is coming from. Rituals were some of the most powerful magic that a wizard or witch could perform. They were also considered a mostly lost form of magic. The only reason most rituals weren't outlawed in the British Isles was because the books that had taught them were already restricted and banned for other reasons, and thus mostly nonexistent by this point.

For Hella Potter to have successfully completed a ritual she had no knowledge of on Samhain, the one day of the year where the living world and spirit world were close enough to interact with one another… it spoke of a prodigy, really. Hella was powerful, and very clearly a magical savant. Of course, Hella wasn't the only factor in that Samhain Ritual, now was she?

"The Black Wind…"

As she utters those words, both Leala and Shelbie shudder and fortify themselves with more alcohol, even as they're reminded that there had always been something… off about their little brother. And it'd only become more and more evident as he grew older. Neither of them, nor their parents or Madame Valentina, were particularly stupid. All of them saw, all of them noticed, and they'd even had private meetings over the years about Treowe's… otherness when he was otherwise occupied or away from home.

His sheer knowledge of things he shouldn't have been able to know, or things he hadn't even been taught yet, had startled them time and time again. It would have been easy enough to explain if he'd had the Sight… seers were a very real thing in the Wizarding World, a commodity that did NOT go untapped. There was an entire section of the Department of Mysteries dedicated to prophecy, after all.

The problem was, most of the knowledge that Treowe had possesses was found to be that of the mundane world. On top of that, he'd always acted much older than his actual age, a polite young man with manners even before he was old enough to be taught what such concepts were. But none of the past incidents could hold a candle to the latest and biggest bout of strangeness.

Treowe had suddenly attached himself to the Potter Heiress, completely without warning. Previous years, he'd done everything in his power to avoid being anywhere near her, and his comments on her and her friends' activities year after year had always been disdainful and disgusted. Though, now that Leala had a chance to think about it, that disdain and disgust had never been directed towards Hella. No, it had always been for the adults who were supposed to be looking out for her. Especially Dumbledore.

Treowe hadn't acted with such fervor and decisiveness since he'd made sure that she, Shelbie, and Vera never attending Hogwarts. Without Treowe's involvement, Leala knew she would have gone to Hogwarts. Mother and father had been more than willing to pay for her tuition with their share of the family wealth, knowing that Uncle Thomas certainly wasn't going to, what with the man's outdated views on women.

But if she had gone to Hogwarts, she would have wasted years studying under Severus Snape personally, and after seeing pensieve memory after pensieve memory of exactly what sort of lesson plan the Potions Master used, Leala could say without a doubt that her time would have been wasted, and her interested on the subject of Potions might have been completely destroyed by the time she graduated, if she'd ended up in any House besides Slytherin.

Draining her glass again, Leala moves the scroll along, her eyes scanning over the next passage slowly. Blinking at the frantic writing about Heiress Potter's womb, Leala finds that much of Shelbie's scribbling is either indecipherable in its hastily scrawled text or goes right over her head. Grimacing, Leala eventually gives up and just asks Shelbie to elaborate directly, gesturing at the scroll as she looks at her sister.

"So… Hella Potter is… sterile, or something?"

Shelbie releases a long sigh of suffering at Leala's ignorance, which in turn attracts a glare in response from the Potions Mistress. She was NOT ignorant; she was simply specialized. Shelbie was the Mediwitch, Leala was the Potions Mistress. She could make a potion to heal just about any ailment but figuring out what ailment the wizard or witch had was beyond her skill.

"Heiress Potter isn't sterile, infertile, barren, or suffering from any known defects to her reproductive organs. She has, however, somehow managed to put her entire menstrual cycle in complete stasis for the last THREE FUCKING YEARS!"

Leala's mouth falls open at that declaration. There wasn't a potion or spell that could stop that cycle. Ease it, yes, delay it, also yes, but stop it entirely?

"Treowe can fuck her and cum inside of her until her womb positively sloshes with the fullness of his seed, and he still won't be able to get her pregnant."

The giggle that Shelbie lets out at the end there is more than a little drunken, but she's not done quite yet.

"And the funniest part is? She didn't even realize that she HAD done it, nor that she could do it, until AFTER I told her what she'd done to herself! At least we were able to figure out the cause together. When she experienced the horror and pain of her first period, she ended up laid up in the Hospital Wing for an entire day. Only for Madame Pomfrey to tell her that it was part of growing up and would happen monthly, while leaving out the consoling addition that subsequent periods wouldn't be as BAD as the first one."

Shelbie shakes her head.

"The damn nurse terrified Hella so badly that she unconsciously used her Metamorphmagus ability to stop the entire cycle the day after she got out of there. She'll need help undoing what she's done to herself at a later date, of course."

Last surviving member of the House of Potter, and she's unintentionally prevented herself from continuing her own family line. If Shelbie hadn't examined her now, the years to decades she could have gone on trying and failing to have children of her own might have broken the poor girl worse than anything else she'd endured, motherhood denied to her because of something she'd unknowingly done to herself all the way back in her first year at Hogwarts. Given what that had done to Leala and Shelbie's aunt when she'd been unable to produce any children for Uncle Thomas… well, to say Leala was horrified all over again would be an understatement.

"Oh, and don't stop reading now. The best part, I saved for last~"

As Shelbie drunkenly sings out that sentence, her smile widens far too much for Leala's liking. She pushes the entire bottle forward, causing Leala to scoff a little at the offer, even as she looks down at the final entry on the scroll.

Her eyes read it, and the glass she's been holding all this time final falls from nerveless fingers, magically enchanted not to break, it bounces and rolls across the floor.

"This is impossible."

Shelbie nods in confirmation.

"She should be dead!"

Her sister raises a glass in acknowledge of Leala's words.

"Where would she even encounter-?!"

Knuckles rap against the wood of the desk, as if to say, 'here here!' to Leala's complete bafflement.

"-And to think, she hates all of the stories about her, but she goes and pulls off something like this!"

Screaming in aggravation, Leala finally takes up Shelbie's offer and drinks straight from the bottle in front of her for several seconds before slamming it back down on the desk and gesturing incredulously to the scroll before her.

"How in the name of MAGIC does Hella Potter have Basilisk venom saturating the marrow of every single bone in her right arm?!"

-x-X-x-

Hella Potter stares in shock at the blonde, pale girl in her too tight bikini, leathery wings and spaded whip-like tail in full view. The girl in turn preens under Hella's gaze, seeming quite pleased to have interrupted the witch's time with Treowe. Meanwhile, a fleshy smack echoes beside her, and out of the corner of her eye Hella catches sight of a single hand slowly sliding down off of Treowe's face from the facepalm he just delivered unto himself.

Her body twitches, and her hand finds her lover's cock, taking hold of his sizable erection as she gives it a squeeze to return his focus onto her.

"Treowe…"

She begins as casually as she can, focusing on remaining calm until she had all the facts, despite what stood before her and the words already spoken. Pumping her hand up and down his cock and tapping her fingers across his dick, Hella purses her lips together.

"Who and what is this GIRL that is interrupting us, my love?"

She never fully takes her eyes off of the other girl, even as Treowe shifts slightly on the bed, releasing a shuddering breath under the ministrations of her hand, before taking a deep inhale. However, before he can speak…

"My name is Zari! I'm a succubus, obviously… and also Treowe's first! Everything you've ever done with him? He did it with me first! He claimed all three of my virginities before you even knew what you could do with yours!"

As she crows over her accomplishments, the blonde succubus crosses her arms under her breasts to push them up. Hella notes somewhat dryly that hers are still bigger without even trying. There are dual echoing smacks as Treowe uses both hands to facepalm.

"Magic damn it Zariiiii!"

Treowe starts to curse the succubus, only for the tone and tenor to shift into him loudly moaning her name. Hella whips her head around to look at him, missing the expression of shock on Zari's face. Meanwhile, his dick is swelling up in her hand even harder, and veins are pulsing with his pounding heartbeat. Rushing blood reddens his complexation as he lustfully pants, focusing on the blonde temptress

Looking back at the winged bitch, Hella frowns, reminded of Fleur Delacour, and what the French witch had done with her date for the Yule Ball. Glaring at those blonde locks and smooth creamy skin, she stops at the sight of that arrogant condescending smirk on Zari's face. She knew that look, knew that expression… she'd seen it far too many times over the last few years.

"You see! He prefers the vision of beauty that is my perfect body over your bloated fatass! But what can one expect when you go to a school named after a PIG!"

That was about it in terms of evidence. Shaking her head, Hella feels about as flabbergasted as she sounds as she stares at Zari in a new light.

"Is Malfoy aware that he has a magical creature for a sister?"

The succubus' confidence finally faltering at the strange question, even as Treowe's trance is broken by a laugh startled out in response to her jest. Hella finds herself smiling nastily. It really was a good comparison between the two of them-

"Hella, I ask that you not reveal this discovery to Lord or Heir Malfoy."

And then Treowe speaks in a more serious tone and both Hella and Zari are sputtering at the confirmation to the guessed identity of the succubus' father.

"Lord Malfoy would likely attempt to hunt her and her mother down to remove the perceived stain upon his honor if he became aware of her existence."

Hella blinks, taking this in, even as Zari gapes at Treowe in turn. Realizing what ammunition, she's just been given, it's Hella turn to adopt a wide grin as she looks at her would-be rival. Pushing herself off the bed, she doesn't fail to notice Zari's eyes tracking her movement, even as she steps up to the inhuman female carbon copy of her school days rival. They both end up squaring off against each other, even as Zari tries to adopt her earlier confidence once more.

"I-I'm still better looking, and I won't let you take my master from me, you hus-!"

She blustered and boasted just like a Malfoy too, at least right up until Hella's flesh shifted and began to move, causing the succubus to cut herself off and take a step back with widening eyes. Hella's faux pregnancy belly deflates, her breasts swelling while at the same time growing more perky as her nipples harden and enlarge. Her bum gains weight to enlarge the junk in her trunk, and her hips widen further still. Meanwhile, her raven-black hair writhes like a multi-tentacle creature as she advances on her rival.

Now that she'd had a moment to consider it, it was a bit funny… and ironic that her self-proclaimed rival both at school and now here in her love life, would turn out to be a Malfoy apiece. It was also going to be pretty therapeutic, Hella was sure. Years of repressed and restrained anger finally allowed to be unleashed on this succubus, who'd just made herself a stand-in for one of Hella's chief tormentors, who year after year got away with bulling her and her friends without reprimand or punishment.

Zari's back hits the wall behind her as the succubus runs out of space to retreat, and Hella acts quickly, her hands lashing out to grab the pale blonde's bra and panties, tugging them away from her with ease as she unravels the bows holding them onto her body. The succubus' panting breath hitches at their sudden removal, even as Hella tosses the garments behind her and steps forward one final time, pressing her much large breasts into the girl's noticeably smaller tits and pleasurably rubbing them together to show just how outclassed Zari was in challenging the Potter Heiress.

"I am going to enjoy this far more than I should."

Grabbing Zari by the back of the head, Hella forcibly brings the succubus in for a kiss. What she finds surprises her, warm and delicious strawberry tarts filling her taste buds, but Hella doesn't let that distract her, nor does she let her surprise show as she forces her tongue into Zari's mouth. Her own hair splits into twin tails that grab onto the succubus' encroaching hands before the blonde can put them where she wants them to go, stretching her arms out to the sides before pulling them up above the winged girl's head.

Their mounds rub against one another as well, before a smooth, creamy leg is lifted up to Hella's side, resting against her hip with the inside of it bumping against her butt. Hella's other arm slides along it, fingers stroking around to Zari's rear, which she wastes no time in groping.

Moans vibrate into Hella's mouth as the trapped succubus squirms. Their tongues lash against one another, but even here Hella has the advantage thanks to her shapeshifting capabilities. Her fingers move up to and slide into the succubus' slit, and as she pistons them in and out, Zari's moans become more and more needy until finally, the girl breaks and screams in ecstasy as Hella in turn breaks for air.

Hella's entire body is on fire, burning with the needy to taste more, touch more, feel more, and smell more of this girl. But not in the way Zari would have likely preferred. Hella isn't feeling particularly worshipful at this point. Instead, looming over her would-be rival imperiously, Hella looks down at the gasping, panting succubus and growls out one single word in a commanding tone.

"More."

-x-X-x-

The order echoes in Zari's mind, and she knows true terror, despite how horny she is, despite feeling surges of pleasure course through her body wherever her Mist- NO! No, no, no! That wasn't how this was supposed to go! That was exactly why Zari was terrified! She whimpers, even as her instincts urge her to submit to the witch before her, even as hungry, glowing, killing curse green eyes devour her form.

She couldn't look away from those shimmering green eyes, she couldn't possibly tear her gaze off of Hella Potter's magnificent face. Those eyes, sparking with raw magical power, remind Zari of her mother's lessons, of why they as succubi cling to a Master and M-m-mistress besides for just feedings, breeding, and shelter.

It was obvious at this point that she'd lost control of the situation… no, it was obvious that she'd never had it in the first place. Her opening volley of heavy Lust Magic had had her Master horny and focused entirely on her but had completely splashed off of the girl who was luring him away with no effect. This was undeniably frustrating. Zari was never to allow another woman that wasn't Mistress to be with Master. It was her most solemn duty as her Master's succubus!

That blast of Lust Magic should have reduced the whore playing with her Master's heart to a submissive slut that would have begged to have her body played with like an eager puppy ready to lick and serve for the smallest bit of attention! Instead… instead, Zari was the one in such a position, wasn't she?

She squeaks as a cum-soaked finger presses into her tight rosebud. Excess magic flows and surges into her body, and Zari lets out a ragged scream of pleasure as she cums again, only for it to be cut off by the tongue invading her mouth and her lips being sealed by a ravenous maw once more. This wasn't fair! Her opponent didn't fight fair! There hadn't been nearly enough verbal sniping at one another until one of them broke! Instead, Zari had been distracted with a comparison to one of Mistre- the trollop's classmates, only to have it revealed by Treowe that she was indeed related to a racist prick and his arrogant son!

She'd lost her concentration and been unable to keep up her Lust Aura as a result, only to suffer a worse blow to her ego when Hella Potter had revealed that she had a mastery of shapeshifting far more advanced than Zari. The succubus could barely maintain a human form as soon as her emotions started to run too high, meanwhile, Mistres- this bitch was able to completely outclass Zari in every way!

Hella Potter's flesh had all but flowed to enhance her figure in the scant few steps it'd taken her to cross the room and back Zari up against the wall. Even now those big, firm breasts were constantly reminding her of just how out of her league she suddenly was, the hardened nipples dragging across her body, while her own smaller tits were being smooshed backwards, her nipples inverting from the pressure.

Along with losing the battle between their bodies, she was also losing the one going on within her own mouth as M-m-m-miss Potter claimed every area she could reach, even elongating her tongue to claim more territory and quite literally tongue-fuck Zari's throat. It was both more pleasurable and more humiliating then practicing with her mother or her older cousins. At least then she was losing to another Succubus!

Nailed fingers come through Zari's hair and massage at her scalp, causing the succubus' eyes to nearly roll back in pleasure as she mews from the sensation. Her resistance is quickly eroding away, as evidenced by the way her dripping cunt was steadily soaking the floor with what sexual fluids didn't fall onto the hand and fingers pumping in and out of her.

With a full body shudder, Zari cums again as a forceful thrust plants Hella's digits deep inside of her velvety depths. Only kept up right by being sandwiched in between Hella's massive melons and the wall at her back, there was no denying that Zari was completely and utterly helpless right now, especially with her leg held up to better access her lower holes, until suddenly it wasn't allowing her to stand on her own.

Gasping for breath, Zari desperately tries to recover at least SOME of her equilibrium, even as her former captor releases her and steps back to admire her work. The succubus' body shivers as the last traces of lingering tough leave her, and she just barely manages to restrain herself from chasing after it. Instead, she rubs at her wrists where the silk strands of hair had held her fast.

"More."

The voice of her M-m-mistress fills her mind, even as Hella steps forward once more and fills her personal space. Hands placed on her shoulders gently push her downwards as Avada Kedavra green eyes stare into her own, daring her to resist. Slowly, Zari descends to her knees for the first time in her life to someone who isn't her Master or her Mama. But then, given what Hella WAS, it was still alright.

"Mistress…"

The word is uttered both as a benediction and as an acceptance of just who Hella had become. As she submits verbally, a crushing aura of magical power that had left her too afraid to do anything but obey finally lets up, instead wrapping around Zari in a way that leaves her warm and comforted, just like an embrace of her mother's wings.

Glancing down now that she's kneeling, Zari realizes she wasn't the only one who had been soaking the floor… but then, where was Master's cum from the fucking that he and Mistress had been engaged in before she'd so rudely interrupted to try to make her powerplay? Hands rest atop Zari's head, stroking and scratching and petting as a reward for her obedience. It felt incredibly nice, and it got even better as they pulled her forward, leading her to the pussy in front of her.

A few whiffs of Mistress' cunt, which was currently giving off a mixture of both her and Master's scent, have Zari hungrily salivating, her inhuman tongue tracing out of her mouth and lapping away to taste more of her Mistress and find the cream filling she knew had to be stored somewhere in her Mistress' depths.

Panting moans fill the air as Hella grinds the Succubus' face into her cunt, and Zari works harder and faster, her lapping tongue performing her duties. Her hands come up again to grab at Hella, but it's different this time because Hella is her Mistress and Zari knows where she stands now… or rather, where she kneels. Grabbing hold of her Mistress' abundant behind, Zari squeezes both cheeks in her grasp, pulling the witch closer so she could send her tongue further in, still seeking her creamy reward.

The succubus' wings arch around them both, even as hips gyrated against her face, and suddenly her Mistress shudders before letting out a cry of ecstasy and releasing a delicious mixture of both her own fluids and Zari's Master's for the Succubus to consume. As Zari desperately focuses on making sure that none of it goes to waste on the floor, her ears twitch when she hears a hungry rasp and a by-this-point very familiar command.

"More!"

Drunkenly giggling, Zari settles in to do whatever her Mistress needs of her. Her Mistress would get plenty more for a very long time indeed, as Zari never intended to leave either her Mistress or her Master's side, not ever.

-x-X-x-

He'd stayed on the bed, watching, as everything took place. Hella, with her enlarged curves swaying back and forth, had proven quite handily that she did NOT need his help in utterly and completely dominating Zari. So, Treowe had stayed perfectly still. As much for the show they'd put on, being his two favorite girls in the whole wide world, as well as not to draw Hella's attention away from Zari and onto him for even a moment.

His painfully hard erection had remained at attention the entire time, their moans, gasps, and screams of pleasure music to his hears as he pumped his hand up and down, keeping up with their tempo, but never quite letting himself cum. That would have been quite the waste in his opinion.

Once the Girl-Who-Lived had the succubus on her knees, willingly at that, Treowe was confident that both girls were distracted enough for him to get up off of his bed and raid his bedroom potion supplies. Quickly downing potion after potion, he revitalizes and strengthens his body for the trial to come. Then, he summons a House Elf and sends it off to Madame Valentina, knowing full well that once he started, he just wouldn't be able to stop.

The situation had gone from bad to great, good… and very bad. Great, because Hella's unexpected meeting with Zari hadn't resulted in them becoming cursed smears on the walls of his bedroom. More him than Zari, as the stupid bitch couldn't have remained unconscious for a few more hours to avoid provoking the Slayer of a fucking Dark Lord.

Good, because Zari and Hella were even getting along now… after Hella had used the weight of her magical aura to crush Zari's Lust Aura and make her take a more submissive role. Also gave him confirmation that it wasn't just him who found Hella's magical power to be utterly frightening in it's sheer size and intensity, when it was fully brought to bear.

And, of course, very bad because while Hella seemed to be resistant or even altogether immune to lust magic, Treowe knew that she had no protection against the exposure she was getting to Zari's aphrodisiac saliva as they kissed heatedly. And now that same saliva was being repeatedly lathered on and into her pussy, as evidenced by her increasingly powerful verbal commands of "More" that she kept demanding from the succubus girl.

On the last 'More', Treowe finally enters the fray, fully indulging his lover as his hooves clop across the floor. Hella's big butt was spread wide by Zari's wings at the moment, and underneath them her groping hands were certainly active. It made for a tempting and obvious target, but not yet. He had to exercise patience.

Instead, Treowe moves into position and stands beside them, his cock quickly grabbed and strokes by one of Hella's hands as the witch uses her other to keep Zari buried in her cunt. It made attaching the leashed collar around Zari's neck a little more difficult than needed, but Treowe got it done, nonetheless. Slipping the leash into Hella's hand, he leans in and kisses his love, swapping saliva with the raven-haired girl.

His already hot blood spikes higher as he exposes himself to the lingering aphrodisiac saliva coating Hella's tongue, and it prompts him to give one of her knockers a squeeze, and one of her bum cheeks a slap that has her releasing his dick as she jumps and 'eeps!'. Still his Hella then, good…

Moving behind her, Treowe reaches around and grabs Hella's jumbo jugs, listening to her tenor of moans while feeling up their weight and size. Opening up his fingers, he allows her hardened nipples to peek through before clamping his digits back together so he can pinch and pull on her teats. Hella arches her back as she cries out in pleasure, and instinctively pushes her bouncy butt against him.

Zari's wings release their hold on her ass, and the succubus' hands move to grasp Hella's hips instead. Treowe, taking the opening for what it is, slips his dick between Hella's legs and saws the length of his cock along her aphrodisiac-engorged nether lips, even as the coat of fur on his legs teases her derriere. Treowe grins wickedly as his dick goes past Hella's cunt and into Zari's open mouth, causing a muffled mumble of surprise that sounds like a whine at the same time.

But Zari doesn't whine for long, the head of his cock soon being eagerly sucked and lapped at by a skillful tongue. Hella, meanwhile, is clearly feeling left out as she attempts to push back against him and shift his cock upwards so that it will go into her. Not only does Treowe not allow this, he responds by pushing her forward to brace her against the wall over Zari's head, his own spaded tail swinging around to slap Hella's fat ass, alternating between cheeks as it wags from side to side in response to his pleasure.

Pushing his body forward causes his dick to go deeper into Zari's mouth and actually down the back of her throat, all while hot-dogging and splitting the engorged lips of Hella's needy cunt. Pulling back and then going forward again, he went about slathering his meaty shaft with the saliva of a Succubus, much to the succubus' enjoyment, and a certain witch's pleasured suffering.

Steadily, Treowe picks up his pace as he went, even as he dominates Hella, who had in turn dominated Zari. There's no denying who's truly in charge here, at the end of the day. Hella moans and her breasts shake as she gasps, panting with pleasure and inhaling sharply every time his tail strikes a butt cheek. Suddenly thrusting forward hard, Treowe shoves his cock down Zari's throat and presses Hella's curvy body into his own as he cums hard.

Zari's lips, mouth, tongue, and throat milk the torrent of his release, even as Hella struggles in his tight hold, jiggling and shaking her enlarged assets against his muscular body, further teasing her own sensitive form into cumming all over the rod currently hot between her thighs.

As the last ropes of cum finish firing, Treowe pulls his dick out of Zari's mouth and teases Hella's nether lips with his cockhead. She partially turns her head to look at him, and Treowe gets a taste of what Zari has been experiencing as he looks into Hella's glowing green eyes.

"MOR-mmph!"

Unlike Zari, however, Treowe KNOWS Hella Potter. He knows the witch inside and out, and he knows how to bring her to heel. In the end, he cuts her off with his lips, which cover her own as his tongue pushes into her mouth at the same time that his cock spears into her womb. The glow of Hella's green eyes promptly goes out as they roll all the way back in her head, and she climaxes explosively around Treowe's cock, even as he begins to fuck her nice and hard.

Eventually, Treowe has Zari help him carry Hella, sandwiched between them and impaled on his dick, backwards until he's sitting on the edge of his bed once more. Zari in turn sucks on Hella's nipples as they go, lacing them with more aphrodisiac saliva. Leaning back, Treowe grabs Hella by her ankles and raises her legs up to give their succubus pet straight access to her new Mistress' cunt, even as he bounces his lover up and down on his dick.

As soon as Zari is kneeling in between his legs and using her mouth to service them, Treowe lays Hella's legs over her shoulders, allowing the witch to pull the succubus forward and trap her head in between deliciously thicc thighs.

Hella, of course, reaches back and grasps his horns again for support, even as his hands in turn grab onto her sensitive titties as they truly get into the swing of things. He fucks her like there's no tomorrow, and Hella clenches and squeezes down on his cock in blissful ecstasy all the way through. Meanwhile, Zari runs her tongue from his balls, up his shaft, to Hella's pussy, and then back down again, playing the good little succubus slut that she's supposed to be, servicing her Master and Mistress quite happily.

But then of course she's happy to do it… she knows as well as Treowe does what sort of affect her saliva is having on the two of them, and now that Treowe has taken Hella in hand, Zari isn't quite so afraid of the immensely powerful witch anymore. Oh sure, she's still her Mistress… in the same way Treowe is Zari's Master. And Zari has always been an impish, disrespectful little thing to her Master.

Needless to say, things only escalate from there. Treowe eventually cums inside of Hella, spreading her legs out wide so that he can fully bury his cock inside of her womb and unload right there. Zari, meanwhile, jumps up and begins to play with her Mistress' breasts while furiously kissing her. This in turn causes Hella to wrap her arms around the succubus and pull her in closer, the two of them making out.

Treowe soon found himself out from under them both, with Hella pinning Zari to the bed and kissing her as ferociously as Zari was kissing her Mistress. With such a gorgeous feminine sandwich staring him right in the eye, Treowe couldn't very well resist. So, he set about fucking his lover and his succubus pet both, plowing them both silly, Hella from behind, and Zari underneath her, alternating between the two of them.

The Heir of House Morton isn't quite sure how long this goes on for. Only that it ends due to his quick thinking before it began. The door to the room is suddenly thrown open, and Madame Valentina enters. By that point, Treowe is on his back with Hella cuddled into his side, and the two of them are watching as Zari bounces up and down on her Master's cock at her Mistress' urging.

In an instant, Valentina has pulled Zari away and rapidly struck at a set of five pressure points that send the younger succubus into Nirvana-levels of pleasure, making her literally cum her brains out before she passes out on the floor. As Hella rises from the bed, expression storming and green eyes flashing, her stance making it clear she was ready to put another succubus bitch in her place, Valentina does the same with her, hitting the pressure points before Hella can properly bring that potent magic aura of hers to bear.

And then finally, there's Treowe. He did call for the older Succubus MILF… but he's still so horny, still so hungry. As he sits up on the bed, his cock engorged and still ready to go another ten rounds easily, he looks between Valentina and the unconscious girls at her feet. Should he fuck her… or one of them?

Before Treowe can make a decision, Valentina rolls her eyes at him.

"You were smart to call for me, young Heir. Now sleep."

Her final word has a magic to it that Treowe can't resist, as slumber overtakes him, and he's knocked unconscious by the overpowered sleep spell upside the head. But then, that was for the best, because without her interference, they would have kept going forever.

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