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Warning: This story contains depictions of women with exaggerated measurements solely for entertainment purposes. If the depictions of women in a overly sexual manner in line with some male's ideal fantasies is offensive to you, then please do not continue beyond this point. This story will depict women in the nude and lingerie as well as performing lesbian acts and taking part in a mass harem. This is your warning.
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The ancient castle stood, half carved into the side of the ancient Carpathian Mountains and half built from loose stones and wooden beams, as a silhouette against the star filled sky. It was only here and there where fires burned in sconces long rusted by centuries past. Wolves howled in the nearby woods startling the horses that pulled the creaking mud splattered carriage up the long untraveled road. No one had ventured up the road in over a century, none of the villagers wishing to lay eyes upon the gargoyle manned towers and the rotting bones that served as watchmen.
Dulled blue eyes glanced through half-moon spectacles toward the long thought abandoned castle. An aged hand stroked the waist length beard of white as he contemplated what needed to be done. His periwinkle robes clashed against the deep brown leather that covered the padded seat in which he sat. The wrinkles on his face were looser than ever from the long journey and bumps upon the road that had tired him considerably in his well advanced age.
The other hand held a bassinet in place so as to not have it fall to the ground amidst all the bumps and rocking along the winding road through the ancient re-grown forest. He tried desperately to keep his mind from the thoughts of just how many lives had been lost in the trees surrounding the road. How the ground itself had become so iron rich by absorbing countless gallons of human blood from bodies impaled upon the then branch stripped trees.
The eyes turned to the man he had brought along in an attempt to test the man’s loyalty after his recently sworn oath. The man’s greasy hair fell around his face in strings, partially blocking the shallow yellowed skin of his face if not for its parting by his long hooked nose. His lips were chapped and peeling as his hands opened and closed seemingly in agitation at his having been brought along. His black robes were dulled and streaked in stains of blood and potions as his blackening nails dug into his skin.
The air around the second man was fouled by the scent of death and carnage clinging to his soul and by the bits of animal, vegetation and mineral that he had hacked and ground to pieces in order to make his concoctions. “I don’t see why I was forced to accompany you, Headmaster,” the man said, his voice almost matching the crunch of gravel beneath the wheels of the carriage. “I have no desire to be near the brat until I’m forced to when he attends school.”
“You are here, Severus,” the old man began with a clear tone of disapproval, “as backup in case things should not go as I have guessed they would.” The Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, despised the loathsome creature that sat across from him, bound to him as a servant to a master by vow to die should he betray his trust. He knew Severus Snape was a man of sin he had to be to have followed the likes of Britain’s most recent Dark Lord whose followers were known to rape and murder muggles, muggle-born, half-bloods and purebloods without discrimination, no matter what they tried to say.
Severus had come to him a man obsessed with unrequited love for a woman he had pushed away years before. He thought nothing of her husband and child being murdered but held delusions that their deaths would have been justified so long as Lily Potter nee Evans would seek his arms for comfort. He had turned on his previous master for the sake of his obsession but not before attempting to name himself the Half-Blood Prince and delving into dark magic only just below those of his old Lord. “Lily’s blood and sacrifice has created a safe haven for her child, and while I wish that protection had existed in England the jealousy and petty hatred of the Dursley’s halted the blood wards from establishing around their home and instead rising here, at the ancient castle of her ancestor.”
From his seat across from the black clad potion master, he could see the uncertain black eyes of his servant shift toward the castle growing ever nearer and shudder. For a moment Albus wondered why the man who had stood in Lord Voldemort’s shadow would be repulsed by the stone and wood before he felt a familiar sensation soak through his body. Wards, powerful enchantments that protected an item or dwelling from a variation of things were seated around the castle, drenched in more blood and black magic than Tom Riddle could have ever hoped to have spilled.
The growling barking of wolves grew nearer and the passengers inside the carriage could see eyes, illuminated by moon and starlight glaring at the carriage in hunger from the shadows of the trees. As the carriage drew closer to the castle gates the large Elder wood doors leading into the shadowed recesses of the castle opened, revealing a woman with raven hair and dressed in sheer red lace that reached her waist. The large orbs of her pale breasts bounced slightly as she seemed to float toward the carriage with no care for her exposed pale legs or her soles of her feet picking their way across the ground.
Despite his own preferences the Headmaster could certainly see the attractiveness of the vampire woman. Her long raven hair was twisted into a thick braid that fell over her shoulder accentuating the curve of her breasts. Her waist was thin, but not ludicrously so, and gave birth to her shapely legs that had held more than one man in place as she fed. Her dark eyes held a glimmer of something resembling amusement, her thick luscious red lips were pulled in a smirk as she took in the shadows inside the carriage.
Albus’ eyes turned toward his former student to see the hunger appear within his void like eyes once more at the sight of the dark haired Romanian beauty and sighed. The old man was perfectly aware of the effects vampire women had upon the weak willed mind, even one trapped behind the walls of Occlumency and often wondered if it was merely his own sexual preferences or something more that left him unaffected by the allure of vampire and veela. Alas however, they there sensations he would never feel and felt no fear as he opened the carriage door and stepped out to meet their hostess.
“Supreme Mugwump Albus Dumbledore,” the woman said in her native tongue as she approached the elderly man with a sultry smile, exposing just a hint of her elongated canine. “We have awaited your arrival since we received your owl. Do not fear though, the bird merely rests in the alcoves high inside the castle, resting for its journey home.” Albus had to wonder slightly if the seductress knew of any other smile as she gently held out her hand for him to bring to his lips. “I am Cosmina, the leader of our sect the oldest within the castle grounds. You have arrived in time; Crina arrived merely yesterday from your dreary country.”
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Cosmina, I am afraid I have so little time to meet with fellow representatives of the Confederation,” he answered, speaking the native tongue. Something about what she had said churned in his mind however. The name Crina, he knew it meant something but it seemed to slip through his aging mind for the moment. “If you would please, allow my servant Severus and I room and board for the night we shall happily discuss the important reason why I have arrived upon your door.”
The raven haired woman’s eyes slipped past the man whose appearance was older than her own and into the carriage, a smile tugging at her full and lush lips. “You’ve brought the babe of whom you spoke the other evening in New York when you told us of your Dark Lord’s defeat,” she said with purr. “A child whose magic is already seeped in blood and whom needs protection, the hero of Britain,” she whispered. “Come now, Crina will be most pleased to see the babe and we shall have the elves begin preparation of a meal for your… mortal tastes,” she finished with a chuckle.
Albus’ blue eyes suddenly flared back into startling, twinkling life as he put the clues that Cosmina had let slip together in his mind. Turning to the carriage he waved his hand for Severus to hand him the child before stepping out himself. “Severus, we shall stay the night and return by portkey to Hogwarts in the morning. As it stands, Lady Cosmina here has graciously allowed us to stay the night within the castle to rest from our long journey.”
“If we were just going to portkey home, Headmaster, why did we not use one to reach all the way out here? Boats, trains and carriages are not my preferred method of travel,” the greasy haired man nearly spat as he handed the child out to the older man before following it out. Shutting the carriage door seemed to be a signal as the driver quickly snapped the reigns for his horses and began journey back through the blood stained forest. A casual sweep of the wand was enough to float their luggage back to them.
“Now Severus, where would be the adventure in that,” the Headmaster of Hogwarts asked with a laugh in his voice at Severus’ grumblings.
Cosmina ignored the English words she could understand just as well as her own language and sneered at the greasy potions master as though looking at a particularly muddy dog rolling on the furniture. Decided to ignore him for the moment she stepped closer to the Supreme Mugwump and let her gaze fall onto the child. He was a plump baby, the sort she and her sisters had feasted on in days of old when their master had still lived, the young fresh blood helping to fight the acts of aging better than that of an adults, but the boy’s magic sang, from his messy raven hair to the toes of his footy pajamas.
“Crina is excited, I can feel it,” she moaned as she reached out to take the babe from the old man, holding him close to her ample chest as she began to seemingly glide back toward the castle. Her chocolate eyes lifted toward one of the towers in time to see a swath of copper toned air flee into the shadows. She could feel her new sister’s excitement as she could feel every creature within the stone walls, but even stronger were her sisters the women who had the blood of their former master rushing through their veins.
Albus merely smiled to himself as he followed the hostess into the castle, his steamer trunk gliding effortlessly behind him. Severus though was ranting in his head about the injustice of the world. Not only was the Potter brat loved by Lily in a way he would never have but he was rich, famous, and would be living in a castle all before the age of two! If he hadn’t made an unbreakable vow to protect the boy he would have slung a curse at the brat now to end the arrogance he knew the boy would have by the time he reached eleven.
The group made their way into the greeting hall just as the thick doors closed behind them without a hand upon them. The eerie dankness and moldering cobwebs the two Englishmen had suspected were absent, and in their place was a solid, well lit stone pillars, polished to ivory white and inlaid with gold and thick draperies of a rusty red as though dyed in blood. Grand staircases led upwards in three directions to the higher levels and overly stuffed chairs, chaise lounges and pillows were positioned around a mahogany table filled with thick voluminous books and magazines atop a wide spread Persian rug.
Women of seemingly every race were stretch out languidly around the room like cats, reading or talking and from the noise level the two men could gather that more were out of sight beyond the doors of the floor they were on and up in the castle beyond. “Ah, you see, don’t you Severus,” the Headmaster asked as he turned to his servant who would be assisting Mr. Filch cleaning the castle come next year. Despite the rumors started by Lucius Malfoy, Albus was not so senile that he would allow a Death Eater to have unrestricted access to students behind closed doors, no matter what vows he forced upon the man. “The dilapidated exterior is merely a charm to keep others at bay, much like Hogwarts appearing in ruin to Muggles.”
His blue eyes twinkled as he gazed around the room with a smile. Not all the women in the room were vampires; he would dare say only the smallest percentage was so called creatures of the night. A group of veela laughed in the corner of the room as a pack of women he would guess were werewolves during the full moons sat on or around a sofa whispering and passing a book on potion brewing back and forth. Twin gorgons were sipping wine next to the fire seemingly arguing in hushed tones about something that couldn’t be made out over the hissing of their snake hair.
“Lady Cosmina, when I was first introduced to you, you mentioned your home and coven were made of those looking to escape persecution for who and what they were, I was afraid I did not quite understand the meaning of such a thing until this moment,” Albus said in awe as a High-elven woman, long since thought to the world walked by with a fierce looking drow carrying a sheathed long-sword over her shoulder. He had long understood that the wizarding world was behind the muggle world on many things, equal rights between male and female being just one of many but he had not suspected so many women from so many races and nationalities would feel the need to hide away from the world in the depths of the Carpathian Mountains.
One glance at Snape would have given anyone context for why the women were hiding from the world. His beady eyes were narrowed as he tried to calculate just how much of the world’s strongest love potion, Amortentia, it would take to have the women in just the room to lay with him. His leering gaze was met with more than a few sneers as women began to mutter to one another and move away from his presence.
“Ladies,” Cosmina began with a smile as she made her way into their midst. “May I give you our master’s true heir, a creature of neither life nor death whom can survive the Avada Kedavra. Behold the heir to the throne of Wallachia, the Vampire Prince, Harry.” Albus’ eyes widened when he heard the woman speak, having just realized that his original hypothesis was indeed incorrect. Sure enough, his eyes landed on the upstairs banister in time to see the angular face, curtained by deep coppery red hair stare down at the assembled group with wide almond shaped green eyes.
“Harry,” the English voiced name caused Severus’ head to snap up toward the stairs where a sight he had never thought to behold again stood. Lily’s red hair was a blur as she moved down the steps toward the main floor where the potion master tried to throw himself in front of her. However, her green eyes held nothing for him as he was shoved with tremendous strength across the length of the room as the mother raced to hold her child. “Oh, Harry, sweetie, mummy missed you so much,” the red headed woman crooned as she peppered the child’s face in kisses as soon as she liberated him from Cosmina’s arms, tears running down her cheeks.
“I really don’t know what else he might have expected to happen,” a voice said with amusement, and turning away from his unconscious servant to the landing above. A pair of women wearing sheer negligee much like their hostess were leaning against the safety rail with smirks on their faces. The blond haired woman casually flicked her hair over her shoulder showing her blue eyes as she grinned at her former headmaster from beside her older raven haired sister.
“Ah, the Black Sisters,” Albus said with a frown as he tried to discern whether or not the dark haired daughter of house Black was Andromeda or Bellatrix, it was so difficult to tell the two twins apart even back when they were in school. “I’m sorry Narcissa, but what brings you out here, I thought you were married to Lucius Malfoy with young Draco.”
The blond haired woman shook her head in amusement. “The contract between the Ancient and Noble House of Black and the Lesser House of Malfoy had a glaring loop hole. If any action of the Malfoy family would tarnish the House of Black the contract is no longer valid. I left a week after the wedding when he went to a Death Eater meeting,” she said with a shrug. “I have no idea who Draco Malfoy’s mother is.”
Albus pursed his lips in thought before he nodded in understanding. That certainly seemed to be something the Pureblood families would do, he wouldn’t doubt that Narcissa had skipped out with quite a bit of the Malfoy fortune.
“Come my sisters, and Supreme Mugwump, it is time for dinner,” Cosmina said as she turned away from the sight of the mother and son being reunited. “Tomorrow night we shall have a feast on behold of the return of the Prince.” Albus Dumbledore could only smile as the large assembly of women moved toward the dining room. He had been unsure of bringing the prophesized child to such place known for cruelty and death, but he had reunited a son with his mother and that gave him a sense of accomplishment he hadn’t felt since long before he met Gellert Grindlewald in battle.
Severus cursed as he climbed to feet from where he had been sprawled out on the floor a welt already beginning to form where the back of his head had caught the hard stone floor. Out of all the possible ideal ways he had thought of his reunion with his childhood friend to go, being thoughtlessly shoved out of the way for a Potter was not one of them. His humiliation only mounted as he heard laughter coming from a nearby staircase and saw the two sister of the Black family walking arm in arm toward the main floor. His eyes narrowed at the sight of Narcissa, he was certain that the last time he had been in conctact with Lucius the vain Pureblood had said their marriage was doing fine and she had simply been watching over the baby. “What are you doing here Narcissa? When Lucius learns that you and Draco have…”
Whatever he was going to say was cut off by the woman’s laughter at him, something that put his teeth on edge. “Severus really, I just went over all this with Albus while you were unconscious on the floor, and I see no need to explain it again, least of all to you.” She held herself with all the dignity of her family’s house, as her sister did beside her. “Now, if you don’t mind, dinner is being served and we wouldn’t want to be late. I do believe the elves had an exquisite roast planned for those of us who eat meat.”
If he hadn’t been surrounded by all manners of inferior creatures who would probably find a way to do him harm he would have hexed the bitch then and there. “Fine,” he snarled as he managed to lift himself to his feet. “What of you,” he said turning his eyes toward the dark curly haired sister, her violet eyes glaring back into his own. “Which sister are you then?”
Said woman sneered at him in a way he could have only hoped to match with years of experience as though sizing him up to see if he was worth answering. “I am Andromeda Black, the older twin,” she finally answered. A sigh escaped at as Severus seemed to take the fact she wasn’t Bellatrix to gaze down at her body. While Narcissa’s teddy, garter belt and leggings had been made of white lace her own had been constructed of a light green with subtle silver highlights in remembrance of her old school house and showed off a body mostly left untouched by the birth of her daughter years before. “Get over yourself, Snape, no woman in their right mind would let you touch them.”
Grumbling and in a huff, the black clad man followed the two sisters into a massive ballroom lit by three fire places and chandeliers overhead. A long table covered in a table cloth that he assumed to have been extended by magic was covered in food, goblets, plates and cutlery even more garish in his eyes than those used at Hogwarts’ feasts. While Albus was making himself comfortable among the throng of women he purposefully sat at the end where he would have to get dragged into conversation.
He found, to his bemusement, his sitting arrangement put him nearer the sisters than he would have appreciated as well as the odd pairing of the nude blond elf and plum haired drow. “Feawen,” Narcissa spoke first as she idly slid a portion of roasted lamb onto her plate. “I remember you were telling me about why your’ people, and yours as well Alaun,” she said nodded toward the dark skinned underdweller. “I’ve always been fascinated by the Elves, so what can you tell me about house-elves?”
The blond haired elf visibly flinched at the mention of the small towel clothed creatures, letting Severus know she was the one named Feawen and the drow Alaun. “House-elves are disgusting creatures,” she started as she began to slide a healthy amount of salad onto her own golden plate. “They’re people were once elves, though we do not speak of them, before a half-elven half-wizard Dark Lord came to power. He captured their people, twisting them through potions and torture into the abominations of our kind, Orcs.” Both elves turned and spat onto the ground at the name. “Over time their mutilated bodies couldn’t contain their magic and they began to shrivel and shrink in upon themselves. Eventually they bound themselves to human wizards to siphon off their magic, but found their own spells backfiring and their will enslaved to those whom they were bound too.”
“Horrid beasts,” Alaun sniffed as happily lifted a wiggling spider between her thumb and forefinger and bit into it, ignoring the nearly imperceptible squeal of pain from the arachnid as its body was torn in two. “They used to feed off whatever creatures they could butcher in hopes of regaining their magic; humans, elves even centaurs or each other. They have no sympathy from our people nor do they deserve it. When I discovered they were in the castle I nearly took my blade to them before Cosmina stopped me.”
Closer to the head of the table Lily and her child were the center of attention. It had been a number of years, not since Andromeda had come to them, pregnant with Nymphadora, since a baby had been in the castle. Now though, it wasn’t just a baby but the blood heir of the infamous Vlad Dracula, a baby born with the blood of the undead in its veins and able to survive the Killing Curse. To escape the attention though the baby had curled in on itself, nuzzling into his mothers bosom to avoid any more words of adoration or ticklish fingers.
As the copper toned red-head was reaching forward to take up the goblet of blood she was now forced to drink to survive, she felt something she had not expected, something her son had not done in nearly a year. His chubby little hands pulled her robe to the side, exposing her breast to the table before he wrapped his lips around her areola. A shudder passed through her body, which she hated to admit had been overly sexually stimulated since she had first risen from the dead as her baby began to nurse from her again.
If the sudden suction hadn’t been bad enough, the draw of milk that she hadn’t even realized her body was producing through her breast was enough to cause her eyes to close and whimper to escape her lips. Her face flushed in embarrassment as she found herself growing aroused and the nearby werewolves were audibly sniffing the air as her pheromones increased. She was nearly driven over the edge by the sudden sharp pain of a bite and realized her own son had pierced her breast with a set of miniscule fangs.
The convulsion that she would swear was NOT an orgasm crashed through her body as she felt the gentle pull of the blood through her veins along with the draw of milk through her breast. She felt herself now only growing considerably moist but fiercely protective of the child in her arms. It was as if a beast had risen in the back of her mind, snarling and gnashing its teeth at the women who were still trying to steal glances at her son. Harry was hers, her child, and she wouldn’t, she couldn’t share him with anyone especially now as she felt an oneness with her son she hadn’t felt since she had carried him within her womb.
A hand on her shoulder nearly caused her to snarl as she turned her green eyes on the woman beside her. Faola, the head of the werewolf pack was staring at her with a knowing look in her eye. “It’s alright,” she whispered so no one, other than possibly her pack or the elves could hear. “We’re the same way with our cubs,” she stopped to sniff the air and licked her lips. “Well, not quite the same, but I can understand the rage and protectiveness rolling off of you. How about, once you put the little Dragon to bed, I’ll show you to my room and help you and I can work through your,” she paused for a moment, and when she spoke it again it was nearly purring, “Frustration.”
Faola, Lily realized, was a beautiful woman. Irish, if she had the accent right, with long vibrant red hair reaching to her perk, round ass. Even as the werewolf leaned into her, she could feel the woman’s hardened nipples pushing against her flesh. She fought to try and ignore the stimulation, the lust rising inside her, but found her head nodding even as she was trying to decide.
“Excellent,” Cosmina’s voice sang out in English even though her accent was unrepentantly heavy. “I had wondered if I might speak with you, Crina,” she said, using her nickname for the English red-head, “about something involving our young lord. I had wondered if you would not mind sharing him among the older women, allowing them to feed him as you are doing now. Perhaps his young body would benefit and adapt to some of our sisters stronger abilities?”
“You mean to use him as a guinea pig,” Lily almost shouted in surprise. She turned to her former Headmaster, but he seemed to be in deep thought, idly chewing a rather leathery cut of beef. “How do we know the blood of anything but a human or vampire won’t poison him? He is only a baby, my baby,” she nearly hissed the two words, “I won’t have him take part in something that could possibly kill him.”
It was then that Albus Dumbledore decided to speak up. “Actually, Lily, I think young Harry would be fine. Do not forget of whose blood runs through his veins. Vlad Dracula was known for his ability to transform into a wolf, bat and even mist. This might just be the old alchemist in me rearing his head, but I don’t think it would be a bad decision to try. Perhaps you could include Veela, Succubi, or even the elves if they are interested. In any case, I would find most amusing to know that the wizarding world’s savior was as little pure-blooded as possible,” he finished with a chuckle.
Lily thought about what her former Headmaster and leader, as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, said. She was still hesitant and still that part of her was roaring that the child that gave her such pleasure was hers and hers alone, not to be shared with the world, though she tried to ignore it. “I shall give it one week,” she finally relented, if anything to shut up the possessive voice in her head. “If he shows no ill effects to it than we shall see about continuing this experiment of yours.”
“Excellent,” Dumbledore exclaimed before wiping his mouth with his napkin to rid his mustache and beard of any lingering crumbs or juices from his meal. “Meanwhile, I shall begin researching an acceptable aging potion for him. He is an immortal being now and who knows how long it could take for him to age, or even if he will age. I believe Professor Slughorn and my old friend Nicholas shall want in on the research. If I have your permission, Lady Cosmina, I’d like to bring them with me during the Christmas holidays and perhaps make use of what I would assume to be a large glorious library.”
“If they should so desire to come,” the vampire said with a nod toward the professor. “Our library was quite large when Harker stayed with us, however since we’ve had such an influx of ladies from around the world and of so many backgrounds it has grown well beyond any measure we would have thought possible. Although, I don’t know how many tomes we have on potions and concoctions in the upper library, I can always have Alaun check the catacombs, Vlad kept many things hidden there.”
“Thank you,” Lily said in surprise to the rest of the group. “I didn’t even think about Harry needing to grow up. As a mother, the idea scares me. He’ll grow older, meet some girl and leave me,” she said the last part in a whisper as she gazed down on her nursing child. “I honestly don’t want that happen, every instinct I have is fighting against the very idea, but I would hate myself if I confined him to this tiny body as his mind continued to grow.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Faola said, draping an arm around her fellow red-heads shoulders. “You’re one of us now, a Sister of the Castle. We won’t do anything that could be potentially harmful to you or the heir to our coven. You have our word on that.”
Lily couldn’t help the soft smile that spread across her face. She didn’t know the future; she had no idea what the outcome of their new lives could be on her family. She only knew that here she felt at peace, not the over whelming since of fear she felt while they had hid from the Dark Lord Voldemort, or the worry of their secret keeper being discovered.
“Oh, Professor Dumbledore, while I have you here, I should inform you that we switched Secret Keepers. You should have the aurors begin hunting Peter Pettigrew at once.”
That night as Lily put her child in the bed she had been given, she turned to grab some pillows meant to wall her fifteen month old baby in. When she turned back to the bed though she was shocked to find a pair of women she had never seen before already beneath the blankets cooing and giggling at her sleeping son. The pair had ebony colored wings spread out beneath them connecting to their bodies between their shoulder blades and their spine. Their skin was a flaming red color and their bountiful breasts kept her baby cushioned on either side.
“Succubi,” Faola’s voice whispered in her ear, causing Lily to jump slightly even as the other woman’s arms wrapped around her body. “They’re sexual creatures like veela are only much more aggressive. While they prefer men, they are not unknown for seducing women as well. There used to be stories that they ate children, but it isn’t true. They love children, they used to rescue children from homes that they felt were abusive and the guardians started the rumors.”
Lily moaned as she felt the other red-heads breasts push into her back. She didn’t consider herself cheating on James, the two of them had never truly experienced matrimony in the way people thought of it. They had become friends after the first time she had caught him and Sirius Black together in one of the abandoned classrooms. She had actually been more attracted to women than men and in the backwards society that was Britain’s wizarding world, they would have all been looked down upon by their society, and so the cover-up relationship had been conceived.
The conversation at the meal had brought much to light that hadn’t been revealed to the Headmaster before due to security. Pettigrew’s betrayal had only been the tip of the iceberg. Albus had taken an oath of secrecy to the person who had really helped her conceive her son, swearing to not tell even anyone in his Order, or his spy. Her lover’s secret and place inside the Dark Lord’s inner circle was safe, though she had learned of their supposed actions she had refused to believe it was true.
Now was not the time to think though, her body had been overly sexually stimulated since her return from the grave and after having fed her son, she was worried about using him for sexual satisfaction. As she felt the dark eyed werewolf take her hand and lead her away, she took one more glance at her sleeping son and the giggling she-demons before she was pulled into the hallway.
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Faola led Lily into the next room and gently allowed her fellow red-head to lie down on the stuffed goose-down mattress. She did not rush to kiss her but merely sat on the side of the bed, her hand idly stroking Lily’s cheek and shoulder, enjoying the feel of skin on skin. Dark eyes watched green as the young vampire mother began to lean forward, her own hand playing with the werewolves’ cheek, her thumb running over the other red-head’s cheekbone before their lips met.
What started as a soft lip massaging pucker quickly escalated in a hunger driven frenzy for the newest castle dweller. Her body was on fire as she slid her hands through Faola’s long locks of hair, her mouth opening as her tongue begged permission to enter. The shapely woman reacted with just as much hunger and gasping breaths were rushed whenever lips parted. Tongues slid across each other as Faola began to lean Lily back onto her back, her upper body gently lying across her lover’s chest.
Lily moaned as her shirt was dragged over her stiff nipples, her left still sore from her son’s bite that evening. Her lover’s touch burned as she slid her nails gently over her sides and the vampire mewled in want as the werewolf woman’s thick wet tongue dragged across her throat, her blunt teeth nipping at the pale flesh. She couldn’t help herself as her own hands ran sensually over her new friend’s back to grip her firm round rear and squeeze.
Faola growled at the attention to her body her own desires roaring to life as the wolf whispered in her mind, telling her to dominate her new toy. Her fingernails sharpened subconsciously as gripped Lily’s tits just hard enough to draw blood. She had expected a cry of pain but the scream of pleasure sent her over board. With a violent rip she tore open her lover’s shirt, shredding it beyond all but magical repair and ran her long tongue over Lily’s ample breasts, lapping up the blood before she wrapped her lips around the areola’s and gently bit down.
The red-headed mother’s moan of pleasure urged her on. Without trying to slide the other woman’s pants from her hips she simply grabbed a bundle of material between her thighs and ripped it away, exposing the swollen and engorged pussy lips to the air. Her single finger began to tickle the other woman’s wet cunt causing her to writhe with want beneath her and cry out in bliss when her nail would scrape across her engorged clit.
“Oh Merlin, more, more,” Lily gasped out as she felt the other woman teasing her. Her whispered pleas were answered by the welcomed intrusion of a finger sliding slowly, torturously inside her soaked core. “Don’t tease me, Faola, just fuck me. Please!”
“It won’t be that easy, Lily,” the wolf woman growled as she leaned upward so her lips just brushed the other red-head’s ear. “You’re much to quiet, I don’t think you really want it,” she said with joy as she began to pick up her finger’s pace. The mother’s squirming beneath her edged her onward. “You like it, don’t you bitch,” she said, eagerly latching on as Lily gasped. “Oh, you like that don’t you? You like being dominated you pretty little cunt, well that’s going to be the key for to your pleasure.”
Sliding her finger from Lily’s sopping pussy she teasingly brought it in front of her face before she licked it clean, letting any excess saliva spill into the vampire’s mouth open and wanting mouth. Grinning Faola stood from the bed and pulled her top over her head exposing her full E-cup breasts, before she casually slid off her pants exposing her ass and pussy lips to the green eyed beauty behind her. “Come on, slut, come and service your new Alpha.”
Without bothering to think on what she was doing, the vampire dove from the bed resting on her hands and knees like a dog as she happily shoved her face between Faola’s surprisingly tanned ass cheeks and buried her nose into the woman’s dripping cunt before she ran her tongue roughly over the werewolf’s clit. “Oh, good girl, slut, good girl, make your Alpha happy and she’ll give you your reward.”
Pale white arms wrapped around the tanned woman’s thighs and pulled her flush so that she was practically sitting on Lily’s face. She moaned as she felt the vampire’s tongue drag across her pussy before jabbing deep inside her core. Her muscles contracted at the penetration and she felt the buds on the tongue scrape across her inner walls. She loved it, she loved the feeling of making other women submit to her desire and this is exactly what she had done to the other members of her pack. Dominate them sexually and force them into compliance.
Her eyes were closed in pleasure at the feeling of domination and the tongue working its way across and into her cunt and she didn’t notice Lily’s hands leave her thighs and make their way to her breasts before her fingers pinched her dark pink nubs and send a violent fire crashing through her body. She didn’t scream out her orgasm, merely clenched her teeth and eyes shut and gripped the other red-head’s hair as she felt her pussy squirt its fluids all over her new toy.
Lily barely had time to gasp at the suddenly ache of her hair being pulled as well as the warm splash of liquid on her face before she was hauled back to the bed by her hair. She found her body lying face up on the bed before she was unceremoniously handed her own legs to hold open. She was still disoriented when she first felt the rough tongue of her dominant lover rush over her wanting womanhood. She wanted more, more of the heavenly feeling of the heavy wet werewolf tongue against her body and she wasn’t disappointed.
It had been so long since she had experienced anything more than her vibrating wand. Harry’s conception was the last time she had felt another sexual touch and her new sexually demanding body wasn’t having any of that. But when she felt that thick tongue force its way inside her body she lost it. Unlike her lover she didn’t hold back the cry of sexual bliss that erupted through her body, her cunt went loose like a volcano as over a year and a half’s worth of want exploded out onto Faola’s face.
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Lily’s breathing was rough as she attempted to catch her breath as Faola collapsed beside her breathing just as heavily. “That was wonderful,” the vampire said as she leaned toward Faola, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. “I need to go check on Harry, if the succubi are willing to keep babysitting, will it be alright if I came back for the night?”
“Sure,” Faola said with a yawn. “I think though, before you go, we need to talk,” she started. “Lily, I’m the Alpha of my pack, and I keep my pack in line through sexual stimulation. I’m a lesbian and not one to settle down. You aren’t my girlfriend; you aren’t my new favorite or anything like that. We can play from time to time, and I and any else in this castle will help keep your urges under control, but I don’t want you thinking this was anything else.”
Lily nodded in understanding, she hadn’t expected anything more. “I know, I honestly would have told you the same thing. I’m in love with someone else, but our lives and her choice of missions will keep us apart for a long time. She’s never even seen Harry,” she said with sniffle at the thought that Harry might grow up to hate his own fath… moth… whatever unless he knew the truth and grew up to be a hell of an actor. “Let me go check on him and I’ll be back.”