Inside the study, green flames of the fireplace had died down to a low, smoldering ash.
For several minutes, Evelyn Greengrass remained exactly where she was, her palms pressed flat against the edge of the mahogany desk.
"Salazar's... 'bloody grave!"
.....Her breath was coming in short, uneven rasps that sounded loud and foreign in the vast, book-lined silence. Distorted shadows across thousands of parchment rolls that lined walls from floor to ceiling.
"Mer...cy, and my throat... ah, this soreness."
Her chest rose and fell with lingering exertion, the taste of him still heavy on her tongue and lips. Thick, creamy rivulets of his release continued to seep slowly from her pussy and arse.
She touched her 'swollen lips' with trembling yet graceful fingers, the faint strawberry gloss now mixed with the boy's masculine...
Beneath her feet, the ancient stone floor felt unforgivingly cold, yet her skin was burning. A persistent, heavy ache settled into her lower back and knees—a direct result of unyielding pressure of 'those very stones.'
"Gulp..."
With trembling fingers, and rising on shaky legs, she lifted a small crystal vial of 'Essence of Murtlap' mixed with honeyed Hellebore from the desk tray.
The glass rattled against her teeth as she drank, cooling liquid coating her throat. It was raw—terribly sore from the muffled, desperate sounds she had been forced to choke back into the shadows while Lucifer's hands had held her hips with a heavy grip.
----For a boy who had barely begun his education at Hogwarts, his physical presence had been entirely terrifying that had bypassed her sophisticated spells and aristocratic defenses as if they were nothing but cobwebs.
The minty liquid eased her throat, but the delicious ache between her legs and in her 'rear' remained.
She turned slowly toward the silver-gilded mirror hanging between two portraits of her ancestors. The woman looking back at her was barely 'recognizable!'
Letting out a faint, breathless complaint to empty room, "Insolent, unyielding creature... completely unbothered by his own strength."
Her dark emerald silk robes were thoroughly ruined, the fine fabric twistedly creased, and gathered in unseemly bunches around her waist.
....Evelyn reached up, nails catching on the gold thread of her collar as she tried to force disheveled layers back into alignment. Her hair, usually pinned into a flawless, intricate knot that reflected her status as the matriarch of House Greengrass, had completely fallen apart, heavy dark strands clinging to damp skin of her neck.
She pulled the neckline of her shift aside, and her breath hitched.
'My daughters must never see this. A glamour charm, perhaps... and long sleeves for a few days.'
There, stark and rapidly darkening against the pale, swollen curve of her breast was a distinct bite mark. It was deep, a visceral signature left by his teeth that seemed to throb in time with her racing pulse.
She touched those, and shuddered.
"That naughty boy... taking both my holes like he owned them. On the stone floor no less----my knees will 'bruise' tomorrow."
'What have I done?'
Physical reminder of the fierce way he had claimed her from behind while rest of the castle slept. The thought didn't just cross her mind; it took root like a curse 'By Salazar's grave, what have I allowed under this roof?'
She was Evelyn Greengrass! She had survived the fall of Dark Lord, financial ruin of three allied houses, and long, isolating years of widowhood by being a creature of absolute calculation.
"Rutting into me from behind so fiercely... I haven't felt that desired in years."
She did not make mistakes. She did not leave her flanks unguarded. Yet here she stood, dampness of his fluid still tracing a cold heavy path down the inside of her thighs, a testament to her utter capitulation on floor of her own library.
She began to pace the narrow strip of Persian rug between the desk and window, her silk hem brushing floor with a rhythmic hiss.
Every movement made her acutely aware of the lingering stickiness, heavy, musky scent of him that her perfume couldn't quite mask.
"I took what... should have been Daphne's 'first time' with him. My own daughter's closest friend. How scandalous for a proper Greengra---"
The political horror of the situation began to layer over the physical shock!
Lucifer Morningstar was an anomaly, a wizard of such immense, hidden potential that even Dumbledore had left marks on his understanding of the world. In the grand ledger of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, an individual like him was the ultimate prize for the next generation.
For months, Evelyn had watched from a distance as her eldest daughter, Daphne, grew closer to him at Hogwarts.
"the boy she has stood beside since her earliest days. Instead, I opened my legs and my body... to him, whispering.... thanks while he stretched me so 'completely, no less!'
Daphne's letters had been careful, written with the guarded caution of a true Slytherin, but a mother knew how to read between the lines.
She was positioning herself to be his partner, his equal, the one who would stand beside his rising star to the Greengrass lineage.
"It should have been her," Evelyn whispered, her voice cracking slightly in the dark room. The first taste of a wizard's true power, initiation into the deeper, physical bonds of magical bloodlines—that belonged to daughters of the house, not the mother.
'Cooling charm for swelling... Girls must never know their mother seduced young man they both admire.'
By rights of tradition and strategy, Lucifer's first experiences with that kind of heavy intimacy should have been shared with Daphne in the years to come, sealing a legitimate, noble alliance that would elevate their name for another century.
She worked to rearrange clothing on the floor, a deep, anxious knot formed in her stomach.
....Instead, Evelyn had stolen that foundation from beneath her own daughter's feet. She had allowed herself to be consumed by a sudden, heavy hunger that she thought she had buried decades ago. 'Still... the taste of his lips, the feel of him leaking from both my womanly places... I crossed a line no proper Greengrass matriarch should.'
She had looked into dark, unblinking eyes and seen not a classmate of her child.... But a terrifying authority that demanded total submission—and she had given it to him.
"I-If she finds out," Evelyn murmured, her gaze darting toward the ceiling, past which lay the eastern wing where her daughters slept, "the fractured hate will never heal... She will see it as the ultimate betrayal."
She stopped before the mirror again, her expression hardening as survival instincts of her family took over. The guilt was a useless emotion; discretion was what would keep the house standing.
She could not change what had occurred on stones, but she could ensure that walls of Greengrass Manor kept the secret as they had kept a thousand others, her family had buried before.
Meticulous process of erasing every trace of the afternoon.
If 'Daphne or Astoria' were to wake, if they were to see her hair completely undone, her clothes disheveled, or the fierce marks left upon her skin, carefully built foundation of the House of Greengrass would shatter.
With an effort... of will that left her feeling hollow, Evelyn drew her wand from the sheath at her hip. Polished rosewood felt cold in her hand.
'Swish!~'
She pointed the tip downward, her voice steadying as she muttered the incantation, "Tergeo..."
A localized warm breeze swept over her skin and fabric of her shift, lifting away visceral traces of their encounter. Drying heavy dampness between her thighs, and removing the scent of musk and silver-smoke from her robes.
She repeated the charm on stone floor just in case... watching outlines vanish into gray grain of rock until surface looked as barren and untouched as it had for past three hundred years.
Next came physical transformation. She gathered her hair, using a series of subtle hair pinning charms to restore the tight elegant structure of her coiffure. Every pin felt like a stitch closing a wound.
Determined to keep afternoon's absolute surrender buried forever in the dark.
....Finally, finally, she pulled the high, stiff collar of robes up to her chin, ensuring small gold clasp was fastened tight. She leaned close to the silver glass, tilting her head to verify it completely obscured the darkening mark on her cleavage. Not a single millimeter of flushed skin 'was visible.
"The mask is back," She told herself, though her fingers still trembled slightly against her throat.
Taking a long, steadying breath, adjusting her posture until shoulders dropped into that perfect, aristocratic slope that defined her public life.
No longer the woman on the floor; she was Lady Greengrass, receiving a guest in her home. 'I complained of his roughness even as I begged for more....Tomorrow, me, I will smile at breakfast as the elegant mother, pouring tea... while remembering how his creamy essence filled me. The blood curse might have been devouring our line, but it was tonight that I felt truly alive...'
She had cleaned herself with careful charms, though left the faintest traces to savor 'privately.'
Evelyn touched her lips, still faintly tasting strawberries and him. A small, secret smile curved her mouth. The contracts remained on the table, power secured through 'more than one kind' of exchange.
xxxxxx
The next morning, grand dining hall was bathed in pale, sharp light of a Wiltshire summer dawn. The high, leaded windows looked out over the boxwood hedges and distant, mist-shrouded hills of the estate.
Astoria, her small frame looking even more delicate in her morning robes, was idly tracing patterns in a bowl of porridge, her pale face showing the lingering fatigue of her blood curse.
Across from her, Daphne sat with her posture perfectly straight, a heavy volume on advanced 'Transfiguration' theory propped against the silver marmalade jar.
The door opened with a soft creak, and Lucifer stepped into the room.
He was perfectly turned out in crisp, dark blue simple clothes that bore subtle crest of Greengrass' mixed his own design.
Dark hair was perfectly smooth, expression detached and serene.
There was no flush on his face now, no sign breathing that had filled the repository night before.
"Good morning," Lucifer said, marching over to the seat between two girls, glancing at forest green spoons on the table.
"Good morning, Lucifer!" Daphne said, finally lowering her book. A genuine smile broke through her typical reserve. "You're up early. Mother said you were in the archives until 'nearly midnight'... I told her you would get lost in those old contract ledgers...."
Evelyn sat at the head of the table, her hand perfectly steady as she lifted the heavy steapot. She poured a stream of dark 'Lapsang Souchong' into a porcelain cup, her movements had no error at all.
....She might have, had gone for 'secondswhen' she saw Lucifer reading books there all alone.
"Your friend possesses a remarkably disciplined mind, Daphne," Evelyn said, carrying the exact level of polite, detached hospitality expected of a pure-blood hostess. She set the teapot down with a soft 'clink'
"We managed to sort through the family's outstanding agreements with other houses. It was an... 'exhausting' process, but necessary."
She looked up, her gaze meeting Lucifer's across the white linen tablecloth. His dark eyes were fixed on her carrying a faint, wicked glint of amusement that she had to actively ignore. 'I still feel him inside me, stretching until I overflowed. The boy had probably.... broken a few inner tissues to make room....'
Now seated beside Daphne, Lucifer's shoulder brushed against her daughter's with an ease that made Evelyn's stomach tighten with a cold, protective dread.
"The hospitality of House Greengrass is quite exceptional, Madam," Lucifer replied, as he greeted the head of household, eyes never leaving Evelyn's face as he reached for a scone, "The depth of your resources and willingness to share them.. is something I 'will not soon' forget."
"We protect our investments," Evelyn countered smoothly, her voice cool and level, though beneath the table, her fingers gripped silk handkerchief so hard her knuckles turned white, "And we ensure that those who enter into agreements with us understand... the 'full weight' of the obligation. Spoiling 'promising' ones."
Daphne looked between her mother and Lucifer sensing the sharp tension but misinterpreting its origin entirely, "I'm glad you see his value, Mother. With Dumbledore tightening restrictions on the library, having access to our family's unique spells will give Lucifer the leverage he needs at school...."
"He has all the leverage he requires," Evelyn said quietly, taking a small sip of her tea, high collar remaining stiff against her neck, hiding the mark that throbbed silently beneath it, "Now, let us discuss the arrangements for the rest of your vacati----Daphne, dear, pass the scones to Lucifer. He looks as though he had quite the... 'exerting evening."
Daphne raised an eyebrow, "Mum, you seem equally a bit 'flushed' yourself. Are you alright?"
"Just a touch of summer heat. Though I must say, Lucifer has been most helpful with some.... 'very thorough work."
Later, while walking the gardens with Astoria, she pulled Lucifer aside behind a hedge for a stolen moment. 'He made me feel like a queen in heat. I wonder if we shall repeat this during the stay... discreetly, of course. For the family's benefit.'
"Last night was 'reckless," She whispered, pressing close the issue, the first time was a mistake, the second was just plain, "Why do I find myself 'craving' your touch again...? My body still aches from how you stretched.... both my..."
Her hand brushed his chest, "But we must be 'discreet....' I took something precious, belonged on my daughter's path... and I don't 'regret' it one bit."
"M-Madam Greengrass'."
She kissed him quickly, "Now 'behave'. My daughters need their mother." Faint taste of carnal sin upon her tongue once more, "I will be in your bedroom again tonight, can't I?"
Lucifer hesitated.
"I.. I miss your balls. I will clean them, let me do 'something...."
xxxxxxx
Lucifer, on the other hand, was somehow able to get the 'needy' Madam Greengrass' away with a feather's taste to satisfy her urges, and returned to his room for a nap.
By the time he woke, the two sisters were already enjoying afternoon in the tea room.
"Lucifer, come here quickly---today we have 'smoked salmon' with cream cheese. The salmon is really fresh."
Daphne eagerly shared her favorite food, while Astoria quietly slid a plate of Earl Grey chocolate mousse toward him, clearly waiting for his reaction after a taste.
"Astoria, Granger would kill me, if you offer food that's too sweet."
"Oh... okay."
The silver-haired girl quickly swapped the mousse for baked lobster, "This is really 'crunchy' too."
Lucifer took a bite and nodded, "Both are great.... Maple's cooking is quite good compared to Hogwarts's elves."
Well, first they were trained better, and secondly Daphne had a private moment dealing with a rather lively Hufflepuff girl from 'Abbott family,' she had gotten along better with Hannah than with her own roommate, Parkinson (that was half-good, half bad, and sort of dead end awkward to progressing....)
She and Hannah, along with Susan Bones, often made plans to meet after class for little food excursions.
Hermione got caught up in between, was having difficulties concentrating cause of those girls'intentions, and had a cat fight using some 'rude' spells, insults crossing here and there.
Daphne was fine---thanks to her weekly training sessions, she had kept pace with her dormmates, and kept her weight under control. Her cheeks were rounder now, her baby fat more noticeable, which on a twelve-year old only made her more adorable.
Hannah, Bones, and Hermione weren't so lucky, their clothes this holiday would need to be at least two sizes larger. After finishing tea, the three of them left the castle.
Lucifer released the three unicorns. The open grounds around the castle were more than enough for them to gallop about. When Unicorns appeared, they nuzzled him affectionately before turning to Daphne and letting out two 'gentle whinnies.'
During the school term, Daphne had one day accompanied Lucifer and Hermione to the Forbidden Forest, so she'd also become familiar to them.
"If you like them, get closer," Lucifer said with a smile when he saw Astoria standing rooted in place, "Unicorns are very gentle toward girls like you. As long as... you don't mean them harm, you can 'touch' them without any danger."
Encouraged by his words, Astoria mustered courage and approached her sister. Sunlight caught her hair, but her silver locks remained dull and somewhat dry.
The Greengrass line had always been blonde---Daphne's hair was brighter than gold itself. Lucifer suspected the silver hair was due to the 'blood curse'. He wondered if, when the day came that she was cured, her hair would turn golden.
But in his opinion... 'silver was better'.
Her target was obvious, the smallest unicorn, 'Milo'. White unicorns were already beautiful-pure and flawless but a tiny unicorn with chubby cheeks was an irresistible temptation for 'any girl!'
At first, Astoria was cautious, only watching her sister interact with the unicorn from the side. Suddenly, their eyes met. The little unicorn blinked, then trotted right up to her and rubbed its head against the waist, startling her into delight.
"Ehehe~~fufu!"
Daphne crossed her arms and said in mock jealousy, "Oh, I see how it is. I fed you for a week before you decided to rub up to me, but the moment Astoria or worse Granger shows up, you're all over them... You really do judge by 'cuteness."
"Big sister~" Astoria's voice was shy and soft, but her hand had already found the Unicorn's neck, stroking it as her eyes narrowed in bliss.
Lucifer smiled, watching the sisters play with the three unicorns, his mood lifting along with theirs. If he ever 'retired' in the future, he thought, he could build a Castle somewhere nestled between mountains and water, and with his new future wife... wives, live out peaceful days.
But that might cause trouble for the rest, so he really would have to create that said Castle in the 'Underworld'.
The air rang with bright laughter of the girls. 'Usagi,' curious at the noise, flew out to join in. After playing for a good while, Astoria's breathing grew heavy, and Lucifer waved the unicorns away to explore freely and get familiar with their 'new outing place.'
Usagi, meanwhile, slipped back into Lucifer's pocket---he'd need to find the little girl some earth snacks later.
"For safety's sake," Lucifer asked, "are there any magical creatures in the two mountains... behind us? The kind that could threaten 'Unicorns?"
Daphne shook her head decisively, "There are magical creatures, sure, but I don't know exactly what. Definitely no... overly strong groups or high-danger species. Tapp regularly collects materials and does inspections, and if he finds anything dangerous, he calls in the Ministry to drive them out..."
Satisfied, Lucifer followed the sisters to the fortified outpost where the storerooms were kept. The entire basement of the outpost was storage, divided into separate rooms: a vault for Galleons, a treasure vault for 'gemstones' and precious metal artifacts, and storerooms for animal and plant materials.
As for the meteorites he wanted, those were in miscellaneous goods room.
Once inside, 'Usagi' immediately spotted her favorite thing--'three' crates of meteorites piled unobtrusively in a corner, weighing a 'few hundred pounds' in total!
The little creature picked up a chunk and began gnawing, while Lucifer stowed the rest away and moved on to examine other stores, seeing what else might be useful.
Stopping here and there, taking the occasional item, he spent whole afternoon making his way through the storerooms. Out of curiosity, he peeked into the Galleon vault.
Yup---'just as expected'. Aside from mountains of gold, there was nothing else.
xxxxxx
Afternoons were split between spending time with Greengrass sisters and reading. Nights were their mother's 'playtime crawling' on the ground in his bedroom.
Even the Greengrass family's private collection was astonishing, full of rare wizarding notes. Indulging Madam Greengrass into his "pants" paid off---she brought back copied collections from the Notts, the Rosiers, the Malfoys, and the Lestranges.
"Lestrange?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow, "Aren't they all supposed to be 'rotting' away in Azkaban?"
Lady Greengrass pointed toward the east, as she played with curls of his smooth hair from the seat beside, "The French branch of the Lestranges. Their archives differ somewhat from British line's, but anything prior to the split.... in the eighteenth century is identical. The difference only lies in the last two centuries."
Lucifer nodded in understanding.
"Lucifer! Lucifer."
A sudden, breathless call came from outside. Daphne came dashing into the library, clutching a stack of magazines, her cheeks flushed from the run. Evelyn's bare leaking breasts were almost witnessed by her eldest, but she was quick in using the wand.
"Ahem, Daphne you forgot to knock!"
She chided the blonde girl sternly, who giggled and ignored the reprimand, knowing her mother wasn't really angry.
"Lucifer, your paper's finally been published---half the 'magazine' is practically all about you!"
She was holding the July issue of Brewing Glory---yes, that phrase Severus Snape was so fond of repeating, the proud motto of the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers: "Brew Glory, Halt Death."
Naturally, their monthly periodical bore the same name. Lucifer waved a hand, and a glass of cool water floated over to Daphne so she could catch her breath before he took the magazine from her.
Since he'd written all of it himself, he didn't bother reading the content. What he wanted to see was the title they'd given 'him' at the end.
Perfect--full Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers member, not merely a 'probationary' one.
Becoming a member was notoriously difficult. To even be a probationary member, you had to brew a flawless batch of Felix Felicis under the supervision of a full member. Pass, and you'd be considered an 'initiate.'
But to gain full membership, with access to the Association's internal resources, you had to face the dreaded Swiss headquarters trial: drink seven different poisons within a set time limit, then brew the correct antidote to each---before the toxins killed you. Fail, and... well, hope your next life was better prepared.
Lucifer, however, had skipped the whole ordeal. Awarded the Silver Cauldron Medal, and with Snape pulling strings before he left school, he'd been told the trial would be waived---though no official notice had arrived until now.
Seeing it printed in the Association's own journal finally set his mind at ease.
The real advantage lay ahead---full members could trade Association points for potion recipes, rare ingredients, and exclusive brewing techniques. For his, this was good.
Closing the magazine, he reached out to ruffle Daphne's hair, "You are quite a lucky star."
"Hehe." She didn't understand exactly why he said that, but the silly grin on her face suggested she was happy enough.
Not long after, Astoria arrived as well, offering a more composed but equally sincere congratulations. The sisters' personalities couldn't be more different.
Lady Greengrass smiled warmly, as she enjoyed the way her family had gotten a new tinge of life, that was lacking earlier, "That's worth celebrating.... The 'Most ExtraordinarySociety of Potioneers' is filled with grey-haired veterans---it's rare for someone this young to join as a full member. Tonight, 'we feast."
Lucifer's lips twitched. 'We've been feastingevery night...' His visit to America has been delayed cause of this woman. But Daphne was already rattling off an ambitious list of dishes with sparkling enthusiasm.
That evening, back in his bedroom, he began rearranging his schedule. Lucifer moved part of his morning Flight Charm practice to the evening, freeing time to study alchemy.
Lady Greengrass had already gathered nearly all the materials he'd requested. Publishing a paper was just a whimsical decision, when he read one, and wanted to have his own out there, but he also had other stuff in mind----inventing entirely new magical products.
One idea had been simmering for a while. The wizarding world's communication methods were painfully outdated. Aside from rare and expensive enchanted items like 'two-way mirrors', everyone still relied on owl post-slow and archaic.
------If he could improve this system, perhaps he wouldn't have to wait an entire week for a letter to and from Darcy. As he was mulling over possibilities of whether he should expose those girls to spatial magic, his door was knocked, and peeked open.
........
'Spatial magic wasn't something to be used lightly to display others.' Lucifer thought as he ran a long finger down the curve of her bare back, his dark eyes fixed on the canopy above.
....Especially not to displace Castle's owner in the dead of night.
Evelyn hadn't merely draped herself over him; she'd 'consumed' him. Her long pale limbs sculpted by decades of pure-blood refinement and discreet potions was pinning his lean, boyish form to the thick Persian rug.
The contrast was incredibly obscene, intoxicating... her heavy breasts were tipped with dusky rose nipples, still hard and sensitive from their earlier frenzy. Molding heavily into the flat plane of his chest.
Her hips wide and womanly were cradling his narrow pelvis--- 'damp', swollen heat of her well fucked cunt resting directly against the underside of his cock, which was pulsing thick and insistent even in its softening state after their furious coupling.
Warm sticky juices leaked slowly from her coating his 'shaft and balls' in a lewd glistening mess, gluey binding skin to skin.
"Insolent creature," She murmured, her bite was gone, and replaced by a breathless honeyed rasp. Those usually set in a stern line of command puffy lips were... swollen and reddened from his kisses.
She nuzzled deeper, inhaling him like
at the hollow of his throat, possessively, mouth brushing the skin she could find, "Look at me... pinned beneath a guest. Cyrus would have an apoplexy. The grand Madam Greengrass...'naked and leaking like a whore...fufu!"
A low throaty chuckle vibrated against his skin.
"He'd probably try to curse you into oblivion... little knowing oblivion feels like 'this'. Merlin, yes... I love it," Her hand slid down between their bodies, wrapping boldly around the base of his cock. She stroked slowly, and it 'jumped' in her grip, thickening fast under her touch. She squeezed, feeling a velvety steel pulse against her palm, "That perfunctory prick never made me feel even half 'such alive..."
Lucifer's hand tangled in her long blonde mane tugging her head back to expose the throat. His other hand gripped the ripe, flesh of her arse fingers digging in, squeezing appreciatively, "Proper witches? You mean 'neglected' ones like you, Evelyn? Tell me-does betraying that impotent dead lord of yours 'make' this greedy cunt clench tighter around me?"
She gasped, her back arching, pressing those softness harder. The vulgar words hit her like a spark to dry tinder. Cyrus had always been distant-duty-bound fucks that left her empty. 'This?' This small boy beneath her made her feel filthy, desired, owned.'
'Plap... plap...'
"Yes," She hissed, dragging her leaking pussy along his shaft. teasing herself to feel it, "Yes, you 'wicked little bastard. It makes me so wet I can't think... I betrayed my vows the moment I let you bend me over my desk in the study.... And fuck, it feels good!"
Lucifer groaned, hips bucking up.
Shifting massive tits as she lowered her face to his chest. Evelyn's lips found one of his small, sensitive nipples. She sucked it into her mouth hungrily, tongue flicking over the bud while her teeth grazed it lightly.
"Ahn... Daphn---Evelyn, not so rough..." Lucifer groaned, his cock twitching hard against her thigh. She moved to his other nipple instead of slowing down...! The wet sounds filled the quiet room as she playfully bit on that part of him to drink.
Her cheeks flushed deeper, but her eyes were gleaming with wicked delight. 'Slurp~~!'
"Mmmph... It feels good. I am clenching so much harder... I'm a terrible lady. A shameful mother. Wife, no more..." Nibbling with shameless need, a side of herself she had 'never' shown anyone, let alone her dead husband. This was worshipful, almost maternal in its intensity, yet completely depraved. 'This underage's belt makes me ache....even after filling me twice.'
Evelyn Greengrass lifted her head, both her lips shiny with saliva, "Salazar's cock, you 'recover' like a demon," She whispered in a complaint manner, thumb circling the slick flared head, smearing their mixed cum, "Is this what you... plan on doing to proper witches? Ruin them for their 'husbands? Is this hellfire in your veins?"
'Suck... nibble... pop.'
"T-This all taste like innocence," she murmured between licks, her breath was hot, with a bloody nip on it, "I could 'devour you' all night."
Lucifer's hand stroked her back, which caused the woman to ruffle those manes of yellow curls over the boy, letting out a cry, "Then do it, you greedy witch, suck harder... Mark me if you want. Your daughters are asleep---nobody has to know how their elegant mother is acting like a cock-hungry slut for their classmate.."
Evelyn moaned loudly around his nipple, the degradation flooding her with fresh arousal... Dripping his cock again, coating it thoroughly, "Ought to teach you manners... you have no idea how long I've wanted this. Watching you...play with Daphne, it drove me mad. Seeing that bulge of yours at a certain moment, I got jealous of her... Their father could never fill me like 'you' do. Never make me leak like this...."
"Harder, please..." She begged, nails digging into his shoulders, "Ruin this married pussy, make it 'yours...." Madam Greengrass' lifted her hips slightly, just enough to position the weeping slit of her pussy directly over the swollen crown.
With a needy whimper, she lined him up and sank down. 'Thwap!'
'Schlick... Schlick...!~'
A low moan escaped her as she pushed down in one full swoop, enveloping boy inside for umpteenth time in past week, "Feel that? Still so 'open for you... still aching. One thrust, 'Lucifer... just one deep, hard thrust back inside... ruin me properly before dawn finds us."
A wet obscene sound echoed as his thick cock speared deep into her. Evelyn's head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry, "Fuuuuck- yes!" she gasped wantonly. Her inner walls greedily convulsing around it, and squeezing to a vice.
She began to move, rising and falling with increasing urgency.
Her voice dropped to a desperate whisper laced with a shame she reveled in, "Fuck me like you mean to break this 'old witch... prove you're more than just a pretty temptation."
Lucifer's black eyes burned with a predatory intensity. One hand tangled in long unbound blonde hair, pulling her head back to expose the elegant column of her throat.
His other groping down into the ripe swell of her arse with more fervor, pulling it open to press a finger to her tight sphincter, Evelyn jolted at that, "Old witch?" he purred, in a dark caress that sent shivers down her spine despite the heat, "You feel like peaches ripened just for plundering, Evelyn. Soft... yielding... dripping."
Lucifer stopped his hips downwards, grinding his cockhead firmly against the entrance to tease her, denying the fullness she craved, "Tell me... does the esteemed Madam Greengrass, Head of Magical Transportation enjoy being 'rutted by me...?"
His words were blasphemy, stripping away her titles and dignity, leaving only the needy woman beneath.
Evelyn mewled like a cow that was already being plowed. The vulgarity, sheer 'wrongness' of it, sent electric jolts straight to her core.
Cyrus had always been perfunctory, treating her body like another piece of Greengrass heirloom--- handled with care, but no passion, no 'hunger.
Lucifer was already devouring her with eyes, hands, words. "Yesss," she wanted to curse the boy, however her moans were thoroughly ragged, "You bratty arsehole. Ruin me. Make me forget 'my name... forget everything but this cock splitting me open."
She rocked her hips trying to impale herself on him again, but he held her firmly, controlling the pace.
"Lucifer, give me this cock back!"
"No, show me... show me the side of myself Cyrus never knew existed... the side that 'wants' to be filthy... wants to be 'used." With a growl that vibrated deep in his chest, Lucifer relinquished control.
She glared at him so hard that it alone could probably tear his dick off.
The palm on her arse shoved down as his hips pistoned up. There was no gentle slide, only a single brutal thrust sheathed him to hilt inside her throbbing channel.
'Fwooshh! Schwapl
Whap-whap... plap~~!'
Evelyn's cry was choked, eyes flying wide as sudden breathtaking fullness stole her breath. Her inner walls clenched viscously around invading thickness, a pulsing wet vice.
"F-fuck! Lucifer!" Making forehead press against his, cascading around both like a sweaty curtain. She was riding the wave of intense, almost painful pleasure-pain, her body shuddering. "So... deep, you fill me... own me..."
Evelyn's hips began an instinctive rhythm, grinding down onto him, seeking friction against her swollen clit trapped between their bodies.
'Clap..! Claaap~~! Whapp'
The wet slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, a lewd counterpoint to their ragged breathing.
Lucifer watched her unravel, a dark satisfaction curling his lips. His hands roamed her back, her arse, kneading the pliant flesh and leaving faint red marks.... He bucked upwards to meet her downward strokes, each powerful drive hitting her cervix, sending shockwaves through her belly.
"That's it, Evelyn," he rasped, his own control fraying. "Take what you need... 'milkthis demon's cock'... show me how a high-born witch begs."
Lucifer shifted slightly, angling his hips, and the next thrust brushed directly over that exquisitely sensitive spot deep inside her.
'Thud... Thwap... Whack!~'
"Ahh-! Keep doing that," Evelyn Greengrass screamed. It wasn't a sound of pain, but pure unadulterated ecstasy. Her cunt was convulsing around him in violent fluttering pulses, drenching Lucifer's cock and thighs in a fresh gush of her release!'
'Squish... Gwoush...?!~~'
She was just a woman consumed by sensation, by the 'illicit' thrill of being thoroughly fucked by someone she had no right to desire... Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, hips pistoning erratically milking his cock through relentless waves of her climax.
Feeling her 'inner walls' clamp and flutter around him, Lucifer's own restraint 'snapped!~'
Then, he punished her.
......
Evelyn lay sprawled atop him utterly spent, cheek pressed against his chest listening to the thunderous beat beneath, "Mmm... you're still twitching 'against' me. But I am really all beaten up from 'inside..."
Lucifer was tracing idle, patterns on the sweaty pale skin of her back. When Madam Greengrass' draped herself over him like this, she practically swallowed his body beneath her frame. It seemed to fuel the intense.. almost worshipful fervor of her actions.
"I look... like a creature that has been 'hunted..." Evelyn possessed tall, statuesque, and fully developed curves of a mature high-born witch-all long legs, pale skin, and elegant proportions. 'You've turned Lady of this house into a complete mess....'
She let out a soft breathless laugh, lips pressing a soft kiss against his throat, "Pervert... if anyone were to walk through that door and see us like this... the 'sheer scandal of it would ruin everything I've spent years protecting...pinned beneath a boy, even I couldn't save us from the downfall."
Her hand drifted down, fingers lightly tracing the softening length of him, nestling against her thigh. A possessive thrill shot through her. 'Mine. For tonight, he'smine'. "Even I couldn't spin that tale, 'darling. Not even for all the gold in Gringotts."
"Then we make certain the door stays shut," Lucifer replied softly, his thumb rubbing the pale of her back in a slow, reassuring circle.
"Lucifer... 'Merlin, Lucifer," She chanted, her voice breaking into a raspy murmur, "You're so small, yet you feel so vast inside... You completely fill the 'room."
Moving with a shameless bratty impatience, Evelyn shifted, her body heavy with satiation but still thrumming with latent energy. 'If Daphne ever knew her precious best friend was buried balls-deep in her mother just a few minutes ago...'
She bit her lip, eyes sparkling with wicked mischief. 'I should give her an adult talk....'
Born of newfound ownership, settling her weight more fully onto him, her arms draping over his shoulders.
Lips founding the line of his jaw, his neck, the firm curve of his collarbone, pressing hungry, open-mouthed kisses that were more claiming than caress.
'Shmph... Sniff~~'
She inhaled his scent deeply-a rich, intoxicating mixture, as if she couldn't get close enough, spoiling herself completely. Musky, masculine essence uniquely 'him', mingled with the heady aroma of her own arousal and his release.
It was intoxicating, addictive.
'More... give me more of it. I want to be completely crushed by this child.... I want your scent on every inch of my skin until I can't smell anything else.'
Leaning down, Madam Greengrass' buried her face into him, "In here, I want nothing but this... no matter how much 'you mock me. You're a minor," she muttered, though she didn't pull away. Suffocated by it....
It was treasonous, deliciously. She nipped lightly at his collarbone.
Then, Mrs. Greengrass' crawled downward over the bedsheets, her long limbs moving with a slow heavy effort until she was resting against his thighs once more.
She wrapped her arms around his short waist, burying her face against his chest, using Lucifer's petite soft body as her body cushion. She inhaled the lingering heat of their encounter, like a stuffed animal, "An absolute monster. You have 'no mercy for my age, or my position."
There was a sigh which escaped her with exhausted adoration, "Or my wedding vows..." She pressed a few lazy kisses over his heart, giving him a flirty wink, "You're going to be the death of me... in the best way. You just... 'take. And 'Merlin help me, I want you to take more, Lucif----"
'It makes me feel powerful... having you squirm under----' Then nibbled on one big cute left testicle from the side, slower this time. It was complete with unexpected sweetness.... 'I need you back to strength.' She prayed at the teabag carrying fluids she wanted.
Suddenly a faint, rhythmic 'tap-tap-tap' echoed from the outer sitting room, followed by muffled and hesitant sound-----
"Lucifer, are you asleep?" Daphne's voice floated in, deliberately hushed, yet faint from across the sitting room.
It was the sound of a girl who had spent the last two hours tossing and turning in her own bed sheets, driven by the... suffocating summer heat and the restless, 'unsaid' thoughts that had plagued her since the morning.
"Daphne?" Lucifer called back in puzzlement, while his gaze wandered lower to the starker older woman.
Evelyn froze with her mouth sucking on nuts instantly. Her muscles went entirely rigid against his chest, eyes widening in pure panic in the dark. The lazy, post-coital warmth in her veins evaporated, replaced by a sudden freezing dread. 'Merlin, she's right outside,' the scare thought flashed through her mind as she instinctively reached for discarded silk sheet to cover her nakedness.
Jaw closing into a rushed motion of finding some level of shame, which by mistakenly she ended up crushing those eggs inside with sharp teeth.
"Guhh... Oww! You bit my balls."
"S-Sorry, I am sorry....!"
"Don't move!" Lucifer whispered, his voice an absolute chilling.
Before Evelyn could even draw a breath to protest, his eyes flared with a deep crimson red. He gripped the fabric of local reality, pulling space beneath them with a silent, instantaneous wrench.
With a fraction of a thought and a sudden, sharp pull of his internal magic.
.....There was no loud 'crack' of apparition, or vulgar display of displacement magic. In a matter of microseconds, the heavy sleeping form of the older woman was vanished from his chest.
The space where she had been lying was instantly cold, replaced by a sudden rush of empty air as Evelyn was deposited directly into her own massive, silk-draped Mistress's bed two floors above, completely unaware that she had been shifted through the solid stone foundations of her own castle.
"Wooof!"
'Pomph!~'
The sudden transition left her grasping at empty air, skin still dirty from body sweat, staring up at her own bed curtains in a daze while her throat throbbed with the sudden change in temperature.
Nerves on tension, in her daughter might catch the pair.
She lay stunned, the phantom feel of Lucifer's body was imprinted on her skin, the scent of sex still clinging. But worse was the hollow terror that 'Daphne' might notice.... That her carefully constructed world was about to implode!
Downstairs, the scene unfolded with agonizing slowness from Evelyn's imagined perspective.
Daphne's innocent approach, her cheerful intrusion in thin nightgown, blissfully unaware of debauchery that had soaked the rug moments before...
Madam Greengrass' couldn't help but imagine the boy carefully covering her daughter, suddenly an unreadable
The irony was vicious: daughter slept peacefully beside her lover, wrapped in blankets, while she, the mother, lay alone, aching and stained with the evidence of her transgression.
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"Lucifer?" Daphne's voice came again, closer this time. The soft 'pat-pat' of her bare feet against the Persian runners signaled her approach.
She was already crossing threshold of the sitting room, moving toward his private quarters with the casual, unself-conscious freedom of someone who believed she was entirely alone with her closest friend.
"What is it?"
Before the air could even settle, back in the guest quarters, Lucifer calmly dragged a dark sheet up over his waist, chest wet with coated juices of her mother's body.
"Hehe, nothing. I just can't sleep... I wanted to hear a story from you."
"You too, huh..."
The heavy door creaked open, and Daphne bounced into the room. She was cheerfully dressed in a thin, pale blue cotton nightgown that clung softly to her frame in the humidity.
She was entirely unaware that just behind her, lingering in the deep shadows of sitting room doorway, her younger sister stood frozen, staring after her in stunned disbelief or displacement that had occurred just seconds prior.
Astoria was rigid, her small hands clutching frame of the door, wide-eyed. Her silver hair caught faint moonlight filtering through the high casement windows, her pale cheeks drained of color as she processed... the sight of her sister marching into dark room of a young wizard at midnight. But that wasn't what had truly paralyzed the younger Greengrass girl....
As Daphne moved deeper into the room, her bare foot missed it by an inch, but Astoria's eyes had locked onto a small, discarded pile of fabric resting right beside the brass base of the study lamp.
It was a green, laced two-piece undergarment---costly, embroidered with the subtle threaded lily pattern that belonged exclusively to personal wardrobe of Evelyn Greengrass.
....It lay there, twisted and discarded on the floorboards, looking like a dead snake. Astoria's breath hitched in her throat. Even if she didn't know the full, intricate, and adult details of human biology, a girl her age lived in a world where pure-blood gossip was lethal.
....She knew exactly what her mother's most intimate clothing was doing on the floor of Lucifer's private quarters.
It wasn't an archive ledger. It was evidence of an absolute, scandalous surrender.
"Too...?"
"Well, Hermione also couldn't sleep and demanded a fairy tale."
"Uh, oh... I see, Then I also want to hear the same story from you," Daphne said, oblivious to the horror story unfolding in the doorway behind her. She slid onto the edge of his bed with an easy familiarity, her knees tucking under her chin as she looked down at him.
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Lucifer smiled helplessly, the sharp, defensive edge of his posture finally relaxing. He carefully shifted her weight onto the pillows beside him, drawing the heavy blanket over the little witch to ensure she wouldn't catch a chill from the cooling charms of the room.... He fetched a 'second', smaller blanket from the trunk at the foot of the bed for himself.
From his brief experience with the Greengrass woman, he knew that during her rests, she could be a 'remarkably restless' sleeper. He was fairly certain, based on the fierce, possessive way Evelyn had held him in the bed hours earlier.... that her daughter would likely steal the blanket before the night was through.
Sure enough, when the first pale yellow rays of the Wiltshire sun broke through high glass the next morning, Lucifer woke to find himself completely uncovered.
....Daphne had turned herself three times during the dawn hours, wrapping the sheet tightly around her body like a flawless, linen dumpling, leaving only her golden hair visible at the top.
Not wanting to wake her and provoke a long, complicated explanation that he simply didn't care to have before breakfast, Lucifer tiptoed out of the bed.
He slipped on a dark shirt and his tailored trousers, fastening his belt buckle with a quiet clink before stepping out into the cold stone corridor.
He didn't even make it three paces before he bumped directly into Astoria, who was just stepping out of the adjacent library wing.
"Good morning, Astoria." Lucifer said, his tone entirely casual.
The silver-haired girl flinched, her entire body jumping a half-inch off the floor.... as if she had been caught under a total-body-bind curse. Her pale face turned a furious, violent shade of crimson that extended from the collar of her high-necked morning dress straight to the tips of her ears.
"Good... good morning, Lu...cifer," she stammered, her voice trembling so hard she nearly dropped the small leather-bound diary she was clutching against her 'chest!
"You're up remarkably early," Lucifer noted, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he tracked her nervous energy, "Did the summer heat keep you awake as well?"
"I... I was just going to 'fetch' a text on ancient runes," Astoria somehow said her words as she forced herself to look at him.... She swallowed hard, her mind entirely stuck on what she had seen through the crack of the study door the night before.
"But you look rather pale," he remarked with a frown, stepping closer, his presence entirely dominant in the narrow corridor. "Are you certain you're feeling well? The blood curse hasn't been acting up, has it?"
"No! No, it's not the 'curse," Astoria rushed out, her heart hammering against her ribs. She looked at his crisp tailored collar, her mind completely overwhelmed by the adult secret she was carrying.
She knew exactly what those discarded clothes meant, yet looking at Lucifer now, he seemed entirely unbothered, as if taking her mother was nothing more than an afterthought.
Lucifer paused, his analytical mind immediately picking up on the sharp, erratic rhythm of her breathing. Her eyes wouldn't settle on his face; instead, they kept darting frantically toward the heavy oak door of his bedroom, then shifting downward toward his boots, before snapping back to the wall behind him.
He decided to test the waters, his voice dripping with an easy, unbothered warmth, "You saw Daphne go into my room last night, didn't you?"
Astoria gave an awkward, painfully polite smile that looked closer to a grimace.... Her small fingers tightened around her diary until her knuckles turned the color of chalk. It wasn't just Daphne she was thinking about.
Her mind was entirely consumed by the image that had kept her awake until dawn---the green laced silk lying discarded beside the study lamp, heavy fishy scent that had lingered in the air of sitting room, and low, raspy sounds she had overheard through the thick walls earlier that evening.
She knew what her mother looked like when she was playing the grand matriarch-cold, untouchable, and flawlessly poised. The thought of that same woman... twisted on the floorboards, yielding entirely to the young wizard standing before her, made Astoria's chest feel entirely tight, struggling to balance her deep respect for her mother with the adult reality of what she had discovered.
Lucifer misinterpreted her intense blush as mere sisterly protectiveness over Daphne, hurried to explain, eager to keep his name clear of any unearned scandal regarding the eldest daughter.
"Last night Daphne couldn't sleep," he said with a helpless, entirely natural smile, leaning his shoulder against the stone archway. "She insisted I tell her an old story from the texts. I didn't get far into the creation myth... before she fell asleep right on the pillows. Luckily the room had 'two' blankets, otherwise I'd have frozen to death during the night with the way she claims the bed."
Astoria blinked, the image of her sister wrapping herself like a cocoon surfacing in her mind. Despite the heavy, dark secrets weighing on her chest, familiarity of Daphne's sleeping habits broke through her panic.
A small, breathless giggle slipped past her lips.
"What story 'did you' tell her?" Astoria asked, in a curious whisper as she tried to regain her composure. "The Fountain of Fair Fortune? Or the Three Brothers of Peverell from the old lore?"
"Neither," Lucifer replied, his dark eyes flashing with that deep, wicked amusement that always seemed to suggest he knew exactly what the world was hiding.
He stepped closer, his presence entirely dominant even in the morning light. "It was the story of the 'first snake' and the 'forbidden' fruit. If you want to hear it... you can come to my quarters tonight, Astoria."
The young girl's fair cheeks flushed a deeper, more brilliant crimson than before. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, completely unable to get a single word out as her mind went entirely blank at the implication.
She bit her lip, a small nervous tremor shaking her hands, "Mum... Mum always says that alliances must be sealed with absolute certainty."
"And she is a woman of her word. Though, if you're so curious about the methods.... we're using to secure the house's future, you are always, haha."
Astoria's breath hitched, the double meaning hitting her like a physical blow. She let out a small, breathless squeak, completely unable to form a coherent sentence as her mind blurred with pure embarrassment.
Having thoroughly teased perhaps his future step-daughter, depending on how the ledger of the house was ultimately written. Lucifer whistled a low melody and strolled past her, heading out toward the castle grounds for his morning exercise in exceptionally high spirits.
However for the owner of the castle, the door to damnation was wide open, and she had no intention of closing it. Not when the fire burned so beautifully.
"Boy not even half my age, Cyrus...."
Flushed from betrayal that tasted sweeter than any potion. Evelyn took a sip of gurdyroots tea, the delicate floral notes ash in her mouth, "Perhaps, I'll give Astoria a little sister," she murmured, her voice carefully modulated.
The hypocrisy choked her. Here she sat, playing the dutiful slightly weary, family's powerful Matriarch while her cunt was still feeling deliciously sore, stretched, and Lucifer's seed... 'Merlin, is some still inside me?'
The thought sent a shiver through her core, a secret warmth blooming beneath her carefully arranged skirts.
She crossed her legs tightly, subtle friction a stark reminder of the emptiness Cyrus would 'never' fill again, her dead husband's loyalty now completely dust. Her body was empty this past decade, and now Evelyn had found a boy, she liked!'
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