Son of Lust Pt. 4 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

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Themes: Demon Sex, Moresome, Dom/Sub

Summary: Part 4 of Son of Lust. Loosely inspired by these images. Its the night before they're scheduled to head off to Hogwarts and Fleur and her friends decide to play some harmless witchy games. There hasn't been a successful demon summoning in hundreds of years after all, so there's no point in fooling around and performing the ritual. Though that might be the wine talking. When Harry is summoned in his full demonic glory, things take an inevitable turn. Fleur Delacour can only watch as Harry takes her four friends and tames them with his big fat cock. 

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It’s the night before their departure and all through the dorm, plenty are stirring… too excited for sleep.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

Fleur Delacour watches as her friends all gather around a hastily and crudely drawn pentagram. Made with chalk, it doesn’t look like much, but they’ve even gone so far as to light candles and plant them at each of the pentagram’s five corners.

Sitting off to the side, the part veela rolls her eyes as one of her friends, a red head by the name of Celine, looks at her with twinkling eyes.

“I’m all for a spot of fun, Celine, but even this seems a little too much.”

To punctuate her statement, Fleur brings her wine glass to her lips and sips from it. They were, all of them, in their final year at the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. So what was the harm in sneaking some wine from the kitchens, especially when they’d be departing in the morning for Hogwarts to take part in the Triwizard Tournament?

The trip was bound to be such a bore, and the stay at Hogwarts wasn’t something Fleur was particularly looking forward to. It had taken all of her years at Beauxbatons to train the school’s population to not… overreact to her allure. At least she could say she’d been able to pave the way for her little sister Gabrielle, who would hopefully have a much better first few years at the Academy than Fleur herself had had.

However, Hogwarts was bound to be filled with boorish louts galore. Crass young men and jealous young women would likely abound, and Fleur wasn’t looking forward to dealing with ANY of it. Unfortunately, she couldn’t NOT go. She was the Top of her Year, and that meant she was the star of the entire school. She was certain to be their Champion if she went… and more than that, she was the Beauxbatons Student with the greatest chance of winning the entire Tournament.

All that said… was it any wonder that she and her friends had gotten some wine and thrown a little party, to relieve some of the pressure?

“Fleur, without you we don’t have a full pentagram! C’mon, you can be at the top point!”

That line comes from Francoise, the brunette batting her lashes at Fleur and doing her best puppy dog impression. Letting out a sigh and rolling her own eyes yet again, Fleur downs the rest of her glass of wine and finally stands up.

“Fine. Not that it’s going to work.”

“Who knows? It might work.”

The third of her four friends to speak up, Charlene, has the darkest hair of the bunch, raven black and with pale skin to match it. She gives Fleur a smirk, even as Fleur moves to the last remaining point on the pentagram. The part veela almost comments on the fact that there isn’t really a TOP point to a pentagram… any of its five sides can be the top point technically.

But she doesn’t, because there’s always a sense to these things, and the empty space she kneels down in really does feel like the ‘top’ of this crudely drawn pentagram if she’s being honest.

“Comfortable, Fleur?”

The last of her four friends, the platinum blonde Giselle, gives Fleur a wide grin. Returning the grin with a smirk of her own, Fleur shifts on her knees for a moment before sighing.

“As comfortable as I’ll ever be I suppose.”

Celine, the most eager of all of them, leans in.

“Great, let’s get started! Repeat after me girls!”

With the tome from the Beauxbatons Library open next to her, the red head begins to chant. Fleur and the others all follow suit, though Fleur has to admit… her heart’s barely in it at best. Demon Summoning fell out of fashion hundreds of years ago. Not because it was dangerous or anything, even though it was. Most magic could be dangerous, at the end of the day.

No, Demon Summoning fell out of fashion because… well, it stopped working. No demon had been summoned in hundreds of years. The barriers between worlds were said to be shut airtight. There was just no way that any ritual, especially one as weak and poorly done as this, could ever hope to actually work and-!

Fleur’s eyes widen and her mouth snaps shut as the pentagram suddenly begins to glow. Her four friends continue chanting, but she quickly checks to see if any of them have their wands out… to her shock, they don’t. Then who’s doing this? And why is she the only one who stopped chanting? Slowly, Fleur begins to back away… only to realize that the other four girls can’t move.

Celine, Francoise, Charlene, and Giselle all kneel there at their respective points of the pentagram, and despite the frantic fear in their eyes, they keep chanting… almost as if against their will at this point.

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“Mm~ Nnngh!”

He’s with Hermione and Lavelia when it starts. He and Lavelia have Hermione all trussed up, the young brunette witch wiggling about and moaning through her gag as the two of them pepper her with light kisses, trailing their hands up and down her body. They’re getting rougher and rougher, with things promising to turn into a night of debauchery that only demons could perform.

However, in the midst of all of this, things suddenly begin to happen. Things that Harry definitely didn’t plan to happen. All of the sudden, his body begins to light up with runes and symbols. He doesn’t even notice at first, until Hermione’s eyes widen and she points it out in her own muffled, bound fashion.

“Mmph!”

Lavelia glances up at him and her eyes widen too as she gasps.

“Harry! You’re being summoned!”

Blinking, Harry can only pull back from the two girls and look down at himself in shock.

“I’m being… what?”

As the runes and symbols grow brighter and brighter and more defined, he starts to hear strange chanting filling his ears. It makes it harder to focus on Lavelia’s frantic words, but he does his best all the same.

“Summoned, Harry! Someone is performing a Demonic Summoning Ritual and you’ve been picked for it. Don’t panic! Just trust your instincts and do what comes naturally to you! Everything will be al-!”

Her final word is cut off as Harry finds himself winking out of existence a moment later, pulled across space. The fact that he was able to be summoned through Hogwarts’ wards was a little troubling, but then the defensive magics of Hogwarts were meant to protect witches and wizards… and he was something else entirely.

No more was this evident then in HOW he appeared wherever it was he’d been summoned to. All of the sudden he’s in what looks to be a girls’ dorm of a boarding school, standing at the top point of a glowing pentagram crudely drawn in chalk. However, Harry is not Harry. Rather, he’s currently in his full demonic form, red skin, black and purple hair, large horns, spade tail… and a massive ridged cock meant only for mind bending pleasure.

The chanting abruptly cuts off, and Harry grunts as he feels the magic settle onto him. The Summoning Ritual has accomplished its goal. He’s half-expecting to find himself chained in place or something though. Isn’t that how the demon summonings always go in fiction? Except… as he looks down at where he’s appeared, he realizes they’ve forgotten something. Actually, glancing at his summoners, they probably didn’t know they needed it in the first place.

He'd been summoned to the point of the crudely drawn pentagram they’d made with chalk. However, to properly contain him, they would have needed another ritual circle, one designed to hold him in. Because they hadn’t… he was free to do whatever he liked.

“H-Holy shit… it fucking worked.”

Harry’s eyes dart to the raven-haired witch who just spoke. He got the impression that she was normally the goth introvert of the group. Right now however, she’s looking just as shocked as the others.

“O-Oh Merlin… I can’t believe we actually did it.”

The red head.

“W-Well… we’re all accomplished witches, a-aren’t we? So…”

The brunette.

“Um… guys… I can’t move.”

And the platinum blonde. Harry watches in amusement as all four kneeling witches realize they’re frozen in place, held there by his demonic power and forced into positions of submission before him. Without the additional containment circle, they were coming to him as supplicants with requests, rather than from a position of power with demands.

Before they can truly begin to panic, Harry speaks, his voice dark and deep and gravelly, due to his current hellish form.

“What is it you all desire? Power? Wealth? Beauty?”

Their breath all hitches as they stare at him wide-eyed. He left the beauty part for last because… well, they were all beautiful enough as is. And yet, THAT’s what they seem to latch onto in the moment.

“Y-Yes…”

“Please…”

“I-I…”

“Nnngh!”

Harry can’t help but be amused by the four’s reactions, but before he can say anything else, something smacks into his shoulder.

“Leave them alone, demon!”

Blinking in surprise, he turns his head to see a fifth witch, even more beautiful than the other four, standing there having thrown a candlestick of all things at him. She looks as though she’s just realized how foolish she’s being. Finally, she goes for her wand… but before she can grab it, two things happen at the same time.

“Expelliarmus!”

“Incarcerous!”

Fleur squawks as her wand flies from her hand and a moment later magical rope binds her, trussing her up like a pig in under a second. Looking back, Harry finds to his amusement that two of the four witches kneeling before him have suddenly found they CAN move… so long as they act in defense of him. Their wands drawn, the brunette and the red head both flush at their actions, before the red head scowls.

“You will NOT ruin this for us, Fleur!”

“T-That’s right… we WANT this. So… stay out!”

Curious. Harry is just beginning to realize that none of them, himself included, are actually speaking English. Actually, they’re all speaking French. As a demon, he’s speaking Allspeak, which to their ears sounds like French. Regardless, Fleur, the only girl not part of the pentagram for whatever reason, is not entirely human. And yet, her beauty is easily shrugged off. He’s a demon after all, and beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

“We submit, Lord Demon. We submit to your power.”

“For Power.”

“For Wealth.”

For Beauty.”

Their reverent words are accompanied by a feeling within Harry’s chest as the magic snaps into place. Reaching out, he gathers up the tethers that they’re thrusting out into the air between them and takes them within himself. In an instant, he finds he’s formed a Pact with all four of them, and they’ve in turn become a Demon’s Coven. His power will be their power, and their souls belong to him now. Freely given, fairly exchanged… though they still need to ‘seal the deal’ so to speak.

“Come you four. Come and submit to your new Master.”

They don’t need to be told twice. All four French witches begin moving, stripping out of their matching blue school uniforms, panting noisily as they all approach his form. Harry just grins as he watches them all gather around his massive demonic cock and begin slobbering and sucking at it. With a single crooked finger, he slides the trussed up form of ‘Fleur’ into view, allowing her to watch from the sidelines as he enjoys her friends’ attentions. He would handle her afterwards, but there was nothing wrong with providing her a little show first.

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Fleur’s heart is beating a mile a minute in her chest. What the hell was happening? How had it all turned out like this? Wiggling around in her magical rope, she can only whimper into her gag. Francoise had tied her up! Celine had knocked her wand from her hand! And Charlene and Giselle hadn’t raised a single ounce of protest! Fleur had thought they were her friends, but now the part veela realizes just how jealous they’ve always been of her. They were willing to work with a DEMON to become more beautiful, more powerful, and wealthy!

Watching as Celine is the first to be impaled on the Demon Lord’s cock, Fleur flushes, rubbing her inner thighs together. It’s all she can do, truth be told. The Delacour Heiress has always been the Queen Bee. Not just of Beauxbatons, but also her little friend group. Celine, Francoise, Charlene, and Giselle had gravitated to her side over the year, forming a shell in which she was the gorgeous, ever-perfect center.

Now… now she has been discarded. She’s not sure why she wasn’t part of the ritual like them. Why she wasn’t frozen in place like them. The best she can tell, the top of the pentagram was always meant to be where the Demon Lord was summoned to, and they never needed her in the first place. But now… watching as her friends give themselves to the Demon Lord one by one, as he fucks each of them upon his massive cock and seals their pact through sex, Fleur can’t help but feel… helpless.

They’re giving up their SOULS just to be able to surpass her. Just to be better than her. Stronger than her. More beautiful than her, even. It’s quite literally happening right before her eyes. When the Demon Lord finishes inside of Celine, the red head is noticeably more gorgeous. When he’s done with Charlene, she’s practically radiating with magical power. With Francoise, who always had money troubles, the change is not so immediately apparent but Fleur doesn’t doubt that she gets what she wants to.

And finally Giselle. Giselle cries out lustfully, and clings to the Demon Lord as if in a lover’s embrace. Giselle was always the most… promiscuous of all of them. It was strange she’d gone last, but not anymore. She’s hogging him now, holding onto him and cumming her brains out again and again. She’s HAPPY being his loyal witch slave. She’s content being his submissive servant for the rest of her days. They’re all so… happy.

Fleur doesn’t know what to do, but she can’t help the jealousy that fills her heart. She can’t help the anger that resonates through every fiber of her being. Her friends have betrayed her for this… this demon. But if they think she’s going to just lie down and take it, they’ve got another thing coming.

As the Demon Lord finishes enjoying the bodies of his new coven, ending things by leaving Giselle in a similar stupor to the others, he drops the blonde’s body to the floor with a meaty thud, leaving her insensate and to recover on her own time. Then and only then does he finally turn his eyes towards Fleur.

Surprisingly enough, her heart isn’t beating so fast in her chest anymore. Her fear is replaced with pure resolve and determination as he looks at her knowingly, a wide grin on his demonic face. No matter what came next… she refused to fall behind.

To Be Continued…