Son of Lust Ch. 5 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Bondage, F/F, Plot

Summary: Part 5 of Son of Lust. As Harry is handling Fleur and her friends, we cut back to Lavelia and Hermione, left behind in the wake of Harry's summoning. Lavelia happily explains to Hermione the specifics of demons like Harry and Hermione's new status as his main lover. As well as the dangers of Hermione being Harry's only human lover. Basically, if she can't share the load, she'll end up a brain dead bimbo in short order. 

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“… Nngh…”

As Harry quite literally disappears right in front of them, Hermione Granger is left blinking rapidly for a moment before she ultimately collapses back into the pillowy body of the succubus currently holding her in her arms. Bound and gagged, it’s not like the brunette witch can actually DO anything about what just happened. That doesn’t mean she’s happy about it though.

“Well… that just happened.”

Even worse, Lavender, aka Lavelia the Succubus, sounds absolutely flummoxed. The demoness had been Hermione’s main source of information since she’d become Harry’s submissive fuck toy. It wasn’t like she could learn about being a demon’s sex slave from a book, after all. For Lavelia to be confused or uncertain was a very, very bad sign.

Hermione wiggles in the other’s grasp until finally, the succubus reacts. First, she tightens her hold on Hermione’s body. Then, after a moment, she lets out a sigh and reaches up, tugging the gag out of Hermione’s mouth.

“I imagine you have questions. Unfortunately, it seems we probably can’t expect Harry back tonight, so there’s no point in keeping you gagged.”

In the back of her mind, Hermione notes that Lavelia isn’t actually untying her, despite the succubus’ words. As well, the demoness’ hands are all over Hermione’s trussed-up, helpless body. She’s completely at Lavelia’s mercy… though in all honesty, she doesn’t mind that too much. Still, she definitely has questions. After working her jaw a few times to get the soreness out, Hermione voices the first of those questions.

“What… what just happened?”

Chuckling throatily, Lavelia tucks her fingers under Hermione’s chin and lifts her so that she’s looking the succubus in the eye.

“Our dear Harry was summoned via a Demonic Summoning Ritual. Not to worry, he’s still on this plane of existence.”

Hermione’s eyes damn near bulge out of her skull at that. She hadn’t even thought that was a concern! Lavelia lets out a tittering laugh at Hermione’s expression, before leaning down and kissing her soundly on the lips. Of course, it’s nothing so chaste as just a quick peck. No, there’s quickly a lot of tongue involved, and all Hermione can do is kiss the succubus back even as she groans, having so many more damn questions!

Lavelia doesn’t give in though, making out with Hermione for what feels like an eternity and leaving the bound brunette witch even wetter than she already was by the time she’s done. At long last, the lip lock ends, though not without Lavelia dipping the fingers on her other hand between Hermione’s thighs, scooping up some of the young woman’s juices.

Hermione gasps, only to find her mouth immediately occupied by those fingers as Lavelia smirks at her. As Hermione dutifully begins sucking her pussy juices off of the demoness’ digits, Lavelia FINALLY explains.

“We demons long used you mortals as our pathway into this world. It was us who slipped the knowledge of Demonic Summoning into your world in the first place. Unfortunately, a few centuries back some religious prudes got together and put a stop to all of it. You know how it is. Those nutcases think they’re following the Word of God, as though we don’t all come from the same all-powerful, wholly uncaring creator.”

Lavelia scoffs, even as Hermione stares at her with wide eyes, still sucking away.

“Those so-called ‘holy texts’ of theirs are either written by hoodwinked mortal men or some haughty fucking angels who can’t help themselves. Was it any wonder that we wanted to throw around some tomes of our own? But noooo, we’re not allowed to have fun.”

Perhaps sensing she was losing her quite literally captive audience, Lavelia sighs and rolls her eyes.

“Anyways, like I said, a few centuries back, the religious prudes got it in their heads to seal up your plane of existence. No more demons, and no more angels either. But then, the angels were fine with that… they don’t think much of humanity in the first place. For us, however… well, it’s been a little sucky.”

Pulling her fingers from Hermione’s lips at long last, Lavelia goes back to roaming the brunette bookworm’s bound body with her hands. Hermione, meanwhile, licks her lips as she pants breathlessly.

“S-Sucky… h-how?”

Shrugging, Lavelia grimaces.

“Just kind of boring, you know? Lame. And really… well, same-y.”

Hermione did not know. Lavelia, she was beginning to realize, just wasn’t very good at explaining this sort of thing. Before she can inquire further however, the succubus continues on.

“What you need to understand, darling, is that we demons are not ‘evil’ as those prudes and haughty angels would have you believe. We are merely creatures that feed on concentrated emotional energy to survive. What the major religions like to call ‘sins’ are merely normal human emotions… and they’re emotions that we demons feed upon. They’re delicious, to put it simply.”

Blinking slowly, Hermione furrows her brow.

“You’re talking about the Seven Deadly Sins?”

Immediately, Lavelia stabs a finger at her face, pointing at her as though triumphant.

“There! See? Pah! ‘Deadly Sins’! They’re nothing so much as that. Normal Human Emotions. Say it with me! Normal! Human! Emotions!”

She wants to, she really does… but Hermione is a byproduct of her upbringing. More than that, she’s just a curious creature in her own right.

“Um, but aren’t they all… negative human emotions?”

At this, Lavelia all but throws her hands up in the air and rolls her eyes as she sighs theatrically. Then, she goes ahead and grabs Hermione by the tits, giving them a good, hard squeeze and pinching the bound brunette’s nipples between her fingers. Hermione squeaks loudly at this, jolting in Lavelia’s grasp.

“Did that feel negative, darling?”

Hermione blushes. It’d hurt a little bit… but no, she’d enjoyed it. Suddenly, she could see where Lavelia was going with this.

“There’s nothing inherently wrong with Lust, is there? It’s the same with all of the other so-called ‘sins’. There’s nothing inherently wrong with any of it! A mother might feel wrath when her child is threatened by a predator! A bear might feel gluttony as it packs on weight for hibernation before a long winter! And a certain witch might feel lust as she squirms in the hands of a gorgeous succubus! None of these are bad things!”

Hermione does in fact squirm in Lavelia’s grasp, as the demoness fondles and molests her to her heart’s content. She moans, but Lavelia isn’t done, not even in the face of Hermione’s moaning.

“Meanwhile, the so-called ‘positive’ emotions can be just as bad. A serial killer will feel quite the exquisite joy when sinking their knife into their latest victim. A con artist might be filled with determination to successfully con their mark. Even the darkest of souls can feel hope that their actions will succeed.”

Reaching up, Lavelia grabs Hermione by the jaw this time as she tilts her face back up.

“There is no such thing as Good and Evil, not in the most basic white and black sense that so many will try to sell you on. There are only people. Shitty, sucky people. Demons? Angels? We’re people too… just… different.”

Hermione nods as best she can in Lavelia’s grasp, which seems to satisfy the demoness. When she lets go, Hermione asks the most pertinent question on her mind.

“What… what does this have to do with Harry?”

Lavelia blinks… and then blushes a little bit as she realizes how off-track she got. Rather, she’d gone on a bit of a rant, hadn’t she? Hermione wasn’t going to say as much, but she was definitely more interested in finding out what was going on with Harry then she was in receiving a morality lesson from a demoness. After all, Hermione was a literal wand-waving, broom-riding Witch with a capital W. By the standards of every Church everywhere, she was already supposed to be going to Hell.

“… Right. Well, Harry was summoned to somewhere else in the world because he’s the only demon available. Or rather, he’s the only demon available who didn’t have protections in place to stop him from being summoned.”

Hermione frowns at that, which causes Lavelia to quickly explain herself.

“I didn’t think they would be necessary! I mean, of course I have them up, but that’s because they’re practically instinct for me! And I’m sure my Mistress had them up as well when she was walking this world. The point is, they shouldn’t have been needed because Demonic Summoning SHOULD be an extinct art. With the dimensional walls closed, it quite literally shouldn’t be possible, so why would anyone even try?!”

… She doesn’t dignify that with a response, but she does convey a certain amount of disappointment with her eyes. A look that makes Lavelia scowl and tweak her nipples again, before grabbing Hermione by the hair and forcing her head down the length of the succubus’s body until she finds her bound form stuck between Lavelia’s legs. Said legs wrap around Hermione’s frame, draping over her shoulders as the brunette witch’s mouth lands upon Lavelia’s mound.

“No more out of you, missy. I’m TRYING to help you here, after all. If you want me to explain things, get to licking!”

Well used to the succubus’ mercurial nature by this point, Hermione does as she’s told. Thankfully, Lavelia holds up her end of the bargain.

“Right, so Harry probably got summoned by some coven or something. He’ll fuck them silly and be back soon enough. No big deal. Now, you’re probably asking yourself why this is a good thing for you. After all, you’re his first human lover, right? You don’t want your position to be usurped or anything like that~”

Hermione blinks at Lavelia’s teasing tone. That actually wasn’t something the brunette had been thinking at all. After all, she’d been fine with Harry plowing Parvati Patil and Professor Sinistra, right? He hadn’t made any effort to hide what he was doing from her, and she hadn’t made any effort to complain about his activities either. Of course, she knew he would always come back to her. They were just temporary. SHE was planning on being at his side forever.

Seemingly reading this in her eyes as Hermione continues to eat her out, Lavelia hums for a moment.

“Huh. Okay, so maybe you’re not so worried about that. But you should be worried. Not about being usurped, but about the effects your new lifestyle will have on your body… and mind.”

It’s not until that last word that Hermione jolts. Honestly, she could care less what happens to her body. But her mind? What is Lavelia talking about?”

“Mmm?”

Smirking, Lavelia just slowly nods.

“Now I’ve got your attention, don’t I? Like I was explaining earlier, demons feed off of concentrated emotional energy. As a Lust Demon, Harry needs sexually charged emotional energy to survive. That said, a balanced diet is very, very important. You’re his main girl, darling. Not me, you. And yes, he’s had dalliances here and there, but he always comes back to you, doesn’t he? As a result, you’ve been supplying him with most of the energy he needs so far.”

… She was following what Lavelia was saying so far. Hermione wasn’t just Harry’s lover; she was his food source. A buffet that he could come back to at any time. She didn’t mind it one bit, truth be told. She loved being his fuck toy and meal, all in one. That is, until Lavelia continues with a knowing glint in her eye.

“Of course, you’re beginning to adapt to Harry’s needs. Your demonic lover is having quite the influence on your body, mind, and magic. All three of these things are currently in flux, changing so that you can give Harry precisely what he needs.”

As she’s explaining all of this, Lavelia is also humping away at Hermione’s face. Hermione, meanwhile, is continuing to eat the succubus out, her tongue wiggling back and forth. It’s not like she can do much else, bound and helpless, trapped between Lavelia’s thighs as she is.

Still, everything that Lavelia is saying… sounds perfectly fine so far. Hermione doesn’t mind changing to suit Harry’s needs. Not one bit.

“What you don’t understand is that if we’re not careful, you’ll become something Harry doesn’t truly want.”

Wait, what?

Nodding at the look of shock in Hermione’s eyes, Lavelia smirks.

“I already said he’s not doing it consciously, didn’t I? He wouldn’t willingly morph you into something you’re not. He loves you as much as he lusts after you. You’re his girl. But if we don’t get him a balanced diet, it won’t matter. And that means exactly what you think it means. Harry needs more lovers. He needs more variety and not just these one-offs he’s been doing so far. And you need a break.”

Furrowing her brow, Hermione tries to shake her head as best she can, despite it being trapped between Lavelia’s thighs. A break? But she didn’t want to take a break. She wanted more of Harry’s cock!

“I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking ‘I don’t want a break, I want dick!’. I understand. Truly I do.”

Hermione flushes at being so easily read. Lavelia isn’t done though.

“That’s how it starts. Like I said, your magic, mind, and body are all being changed to provide for Harry. As his primary food source, you’re going to end up a sex-crazed bimbo if we don’t get some more girls around here on a more permanent basis.”

W-What?!

“That’s right. All your precious intelligence slipping away, all your brains dribbling out of your ears. Your tits inflating to be bigger than your head, your lips turned into cock-sucking pillows. You- hey! Hermione! Don’t start cumming on me d-damn it! This is important!”

It’s not her fault! Lavelia is talking about some terrifying shit… but also some deeply arousing shit. Hermione groans as her eyes roll back in her head, her tongue going absolutely wild in the succubus’ cunt until finally, Lavelia ends up squirting all over her face. As Hermione passes out, her tongue languidly slurping up demonic pussy juices, she doesn’t get to see Lavelia look down at her with a fond sigh and an exasperated roll of her eyes.

“Seriously? Well, I for one am not going to let you become a bimbo bitch right under Harry’s nose, no matter how much you might get off on the idea. We’re expanding this harem, whether you like it or not.”

But of course, Hermione is already off in La-La Land and doesn’t hear a single word.