He blinked once again.
For some reason, being all-but paralyzed made his erection even more painful, but her body was just beyond where it still twitched. And he could do nothing, nothing at all, to relieve it!
"Lesson three," she purred after he had blinked, "Fog of Lust. Our most basic power. A wave of our wings with some intent behind it, and we excrete pheromones - conveniently spread by the wings, too - which make humans extremely aroused. You didn't need it, but I had to show you. That cost me almost nothing, by the way, so no extra charge for now. I'll be keeping track, and using my powers is one of the ways in which I can ask for extra payment from you. Just so you know.
"Now," she inhaled, looking down, "You might've heard of a blow-job. That's what I'm gonna do for you now, to take the edge off. Then we're gonna go find some pussy. I'll use the Fog on her, and when she's ready, you sweep in and give her what she wants. Simple, right?"
After a moment, Harry blinked, then blinked twice more.
"So... sounds easy, but you don't want to do it?"
He blinked once.
"It's not rape, you know," she clarified, "the Fog doesn't force someone to want sex. It just makes them horny. Well, hornier."
Harry said nothing, only tried to send a glare.
"Fine," she tapped his body, right over his heart, and Harry found himself able to move completely again. "What's the problem," she asked, clearly a bit exasperated.
"The problem," Harry growled, "Is that it does sound like rape to me!"
"Well, it's not," the girl said firmly, "She can say no. And if she does, we'll go elsewhere. Remember, I like what you like. Right now, the idea doesn't appeal to me at all. So find some girl that'd probably want to do you anyway, and we'll use her. Simple. Who've you seen eyeing you?"
Harry swallowed, partially mollified. That... did sound a little less like rape.
Only...
She heaved another exasperated sigh, then stuck her palm, fingers out, on his forehead. "Hold still, Master..."
A moment later, an image popped into his head.
And, apparently, hers.
"Asian, huh? Lost the boyfriend... nah, too much drama to start with."
He heard the girl speak as if through a sound machine. Hazy, distorted, but understandable.
Another image.
"Oh, a ginger. Those are fiery. Drama, though, with the brother..."
Another.
"Bookworm? Maybe. Let's keep looking..."
Another.
"Ooh. Wait. Isn't she from that other House? The one you don't trust?"
Harry wrenched his forehead away from her hand, then growled, "Yes, she is. I don't even know her name."
"She'll do," the small creature pronounced, "Blondes are fun."
"How do you know she's- that she'd be willing?" Harry asked, trying to sound firm but not sure he pulled it off.
Slytherin or not, she was one of the best looking girls in the school, in any grade.
"A girl knows," was his only reply, "Now, I got enough out of your head that I think I know where she'll be. And yes, that was mind-reading for real, but since I had your permission, sort of, I could use it on you. And yes, that's gonna cost you two more loads. Today. Well, tomorrow, since it's just about midnight."
The last was said with her cerulean, shining eyes focused somewhere over Harry's left shoulder.
He turned quickly, but saw nothing.
The teenaged boy turned back quickly, staring wide-eyed down his chest when he felt something warm, wet, and thick slide up the length of his shaft from the base to the tip in a serpentine pattern.
The succubus had not even knelt, but had only bent her head low, showing him that not only was she gifted with a pair of small wings, but a short tail, no more than two feet long, which sprouted from just above her arse and had, apparently, been facing away from him the whole time they'd been talking.
That was a minor detail, though, because she was licking him again, still looking upward somehow, this time down, around his shaft with a tongue that, while forked like a snake's, was otherwise just long.
It curled around him twice before she pulled it back, then opened her mouth wide, and sank down.
Down, her lips moved, past the sensitive glans, and all the way down to his base.
He felt, briefly, what might have been tonsils, and the tongue end, or turn, then the back of a throat - he thought it was, anyway - and then she bent at the waist, allowing him to sink in further.
With a groan Harry's hands fell on her head, only then able to tell she was also graced with a pair of thin horns that didn't even breach her bobbed hair.
He didn't try and guide her, though, for there was not enough sanity left in him to do so.
His entire dick, six and a half inches, was in the creature's mouth and throat. It was hot, almost painfully so, quite wet, like a sauna or shower, and working him.
Tight, working him even more with the apparently prehensile tongue and swallowing action, it was all Harry could do to process the sheer physical bliss emanating out of his new servant's mouth and throat, into his cock, which throbbed and jerked spasmodically through no will of his own, to his hips, which also jerked irregularly backward and forward, though not far, in a crude emulation of what might be called 'thrusting' if one were feeling generous, up, down, and out through the rest of his body.
Somehow, after a few seconds, Harry realized she was watching his eyes, and the thin lips of the tiny mouth, stretched wide to fit around him, almost comically so, were curled up into a faint smile even as his pubic hair obscured it.
Then one dainty, thin-fingered hand cupped his bloody ball-sack and gave it a tender squeeze, and he exploded.