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.
....In the doorway, Astoria took a silent trembling step backward, dissolving into the darkness of the corridor, her young mind spinning with the image of her mother's green lace and her sister's "innocent affection."
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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!'
Note- Certain elements from Story-
•Just like Valentine sisters, Evelyn won't be that important to the story or rarely ever mentioned or written----
Reason - These are plot and harem elements, I am now adding in Re-edit, so these characters won't come much. But rest assured, Evelyn Greengrass is included in Lucifer's wives'.
Story's ending Chapters will have an "Extra bonus" where all these women gets written in his bed.
•Daphne and Astoria mentions will decrease, they might be here and there if I make future edits. They are not in Harem.
•Grindelwald's contact in his dimension will be shut down due to his "Soul limit" (frankly, I don't want to edit that much or the story would collapse)
•Lucifer took Philosopher's Stone for Hermione, cause of Amenadiel's blessing, it was interfering with her magic, and she needed it.
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~Flashback~
At Hermione's place
During holidays, Past scene~
Lucifer was searching for info on making 'two-way mirrors', hoping for some inspiration. He soon found what he was looking for in a book titled 'Wizardry's Beverly Eighteenth-Century Alchemy Selections.' But after only a glance, his heart sank; by the time he finished reading the whole article, could only shake his head.
"Completely useless...."
Two-way mirrors weren't all that complicated in theory, they relied on material stacking rather than sophisticated technique. When 'refining mirrors' through magical means, there was a minuscule chance of producing... two mirrors with matching "magical resonance." Their size and shape, however, were entirely random.
This explained why 'two-way mirrors' were so expensive---there was simply no reliable way to produce them consistently.
"What a beautiful bracelet," Hermione said the moment she saw the piece Lucifer had just completed, entering the room without even a polite warning of knock! A habit she was 'scolded' a lot by Jane from since kindergarten days.
It could be called a bracelet or perhaps a bangle, about three centimeters wide.
The bright silver band was covered in intricate, delicate patterns and inlaid with several vivid crystals, kind of thing that demanded to be studied up close.... The bushy-haired girl went on clinging to his arm with a pitiful look.
"Lucifer, could you make me one too? You can even swap crystals for paper weight 'fake gemstones'.... I don't need it to be prettier. I have some here."
"This is just a prototype. I'll add more embellishments later, I promise it'll be 'evenprettier. And, you' came at the perfect time, actually. Want to help me test it?"
Curiosity sparkled in Hermione's eyes, as she leaned into the pale skin of her best friend's neck, pushing her nose there, "Hey, what's it for?"
"A wand-retention bracelet."
Lucifer slipped it onto her wrist. The material was adjustable, tightening by two and a half loops to fit her slender wrist perfectly.
The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. Hermione shook her pale arm slightly, "It's gorgeous...."
"A beautiful person makes anything look good," Lucifer said, ruffling her unruly hair even more, creating a bush of curly frills. But compliment made her beam with delight, so she ignored those fingers.
"So... what do I do for the 'test?"
She sniffed him while she asked.
"Just hold your wand and stand still. When it's disarmed, focus on willing it back into 'your hand'--- the same mental focus you use when casting spells...."
"Oh, I get it." Hermione instinctively reached for her wand, but today she was wearing a pretty little dress without a wand pocket, so she quickly ran to fetch it from her bedroom.
Lucifer couldn't help but smile wryly.
A wand was a wizard's second life; most kept it within arm's reach even in bed. But Granger? She went out without hers entirely.
Once she returned with her wand, girl stood ready. Lucifer stepped back several paces to match the standard starting distance for a formal duel.
It wasn't that he feared being hurt, in fact, he would be the attacker here. Thanks to his gifts, even without magic power behind a spell, she would probably be unable to knock his wand away.
He also planned to control his strength so as not to hurt her.
"Expelliarmus." Lucifer spoke softly, suppressing the spell's force as much as possible. A surge of irresistible power struck Hermione's hand, forcing her to let go. The wand spun away, but she remembered his instructions ---she focused, willing it to return.
Within seconds, the wand, still spinning was yanked back by an invisible force.
Lucifer frowned slightly, he had felt his own wand, "Laddie's" being tugged at the same time. The pull had been faint, not enough to hinder him, but it meant bracelet's magic was being spread too thin.
If the disarming force were stronger, could easily fail. He would have to add an authentication step, so it only worked for the wand it was bound to.
....That would also conveniently prevent resale on the 'second hand market'. After all, if everyone just bought used ones, who would buy his new stock?
No---the durability needed work too. For 'friends' and allies, he'd use the best materials and the most careful enchantments. For the open market... well, there would be a clear distinction.
That, after all was called 'productdifferentiation'---keeping an edge in every price range.
In just a short while, Lucifer had already worked out the directions for improvement. Not only did he think of ways to enhance it in the usual sense---he even came up with 'reverse' optimizations.
"Come on, let's try it a few more times! This is all... 'just so exciting', before you coming here, I could only using magic for at most a week!"
Raising his wand again, Lucifer began testing for new weaknesses. She found the whole process fun rather than tedious. The second time, she let the wand fly far away before summoning it back....
The third time, she waited until it had completely fallen into Lucifer's hand before testing how much force it could withstand.
To Hermione, it seems in her point of view, he was fortunate enough to have an almost unbreakable physique, far exceeding that of an ordinary adult wizard, otherwise, no normal person could have held on.
The last test was for maximum summoning distance, 500 meters.
Beyond that range, there was no reaction at all, and at exactly the dot of the mark, her wand's speed when returning would begin to slow noticeably.
After jotting down a few more key points, Lucifer finally took the bracelet from Hermione's reluctant hands. Only after promising to make her a prettier, more perfect one did she smile again....
"You know I have heard, Ministry women get off at six o'clock sharp, not a second late...."
"Well, that's one of the perks of the wizarding world. Commute is so short it's practically negligible like an anywhere door...."
The skilled could simply Apparate, while the less adept could take the Floo Network. Either way, it only took a moment to get home. They were talking about potential aspects of the bracelet's armguard status, its functions and usage.
"So, what do you think? Perfect for Aurors and Hit wizards. 500 meters isn't short at all, it could handle any 'sudden incident', letting you retrieve your wand instantly.... That makes it far more versatile."
Aside from the Disarming Charm, many spells carried strong physical impact, which could easily knock a wand from a wizard's hand. Lucifer's invention was clever, and practical, she had to say, giving him 'feelable' praises where it needed.
"What's your plan exactly? And what about the cost to replicate it? If it's easy for someone to 'steal' the idea, that'll be troublesome... You'd have to cover a lot of bases, possibly even push for 'legislative protection."
Not just that, Hermione didn't understand Alchemy. She understood almost nothing of it, and couldn't gauge the bracelet's technical depth.
'If it was a high-barrier technique, hard to copy, you could promote it with ease. But if it wasn't... well, then the only defense would be legal pressure and political influence tointimidate would-be imitators!'
"You are quite versatile in these matters?"
"I read a lot of books, some copyright ones were added from Dad's study."
For Lucifer, it was like Portkeys, making them wasn't particularly 'difficult'. But because they could be used for smuggling and might hurt the Ministry's interests, their use was banned outright.
He thought for a moment, "The difficulty... is 'moderate. I'd say the number of people in all of Britain who could replicate it wouldn't exceed 'five."
"That few? Then if anyone copies it, we'll know exactly who to go after---and we'll just knock on their door directly."
Lucifer had never taken Alchemy very seriously before, treating it like a hobby or leisure reading, these past few days were different, cause he was hoping to make up for lack of coms'.
"Hmmm, at Hogwarts, Alchemy isn't taught until sixth or seventh year, and even then, it's an optional subject with 'barely' any students. Graduating didn't even mean you'd truly started learning it...."
Lucifer's estimate of "five people" likely included a few pure-bloods with family traditions in the craft.
"That's even better, 'wizards are quite lazy', take one Ron Weasely for example, hehe." Hermione said in relief, cooing her voice in a singing way, dragging the syllables out.
She gave him a reassurance pat to his inner thighs, and poking flesh there with a glimmer of smiley pink at the back of ears, "When we get older, maybe, if I'd secured a nice position, I will definitely put my stamp on it."
Her thumb's sharp nail was slightly grazing at the foreskin below Lucifer's belt made of goat's 'fur.'
"Thanks."
"No problem, I only know this because 'Bones... gave you Ministry's Magical Laws' book."
"Ah, when are you giving that one back? Its been a few months, right?"
"Is there any need? That's a girl's book, gifted for Christmas, as your one and 'only' best friend I 'forbid' it in your possession...."
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~Flashback~
That same night
"The heat is dreadful tonight, and every time I close my eyes, I keep thinking about that three headed dog...My brain won't turn off."
Lucifer watched her, his back resting against the carved mahogany headboard. The scent of Testarosaa's rose perfume was still thick on the pillows, but... Hermione was too focused on her own restlessness to notice.
"A story?" He murmured, his lips curving into a slow, enigmatic smile that hid everything, "Very well. If you cannot sleep, I will tell you a tale from the ancient texts----not the fairy tales of Beedle the Bard, but something far older, from the dark, fertile soil of the first creation."
Hermione shifted closer, half-leaning into Lucifer's arms, listening to fairy tail nonetheless, her shoulder resting against his side as she got comfortable.
"In the true beginning," Lucifer began, his voice dropping into a hypnotic cadence that seemed to vibrate through the heavy timber of the bedpost, "before the laws of modern magic were carved into stone, there was a garden called Eden. And within that garden, the Creator fashioned a woman named 'Lilith', born from the same red clay as the first man, 'Adam'.... She was magnificent-proud, fierce, and possessed an innate understanding of wild magic that flowed through the roots of the world."
Hermione listened intently, eyes fixed on the dark outline of his jaw in the moonlight, "Was she like a witch?"
"She was the 'first' witch," Lucifer whispered, his long fingers idly tracing the edge of the blanket, "But Adam was small-minded. He demanded total submission.... He wished to lay with her, to have full intercourse and possess her body as if it were a plot of land to be tilled. He wanted her beneath him, broken and compliant.... But Lilith's magic was too vast for his small hands. When he tried to force her into compliance, she spoke the secret, forbidden name of the Cosmos, unleashed her power, and flew from his clutches, escaping past the boundaries of the garden into the dark, uncharted wastes 'beyond."
Hermione let out a soft breath, entirely absorbed in dark romance of the tale. "Where did she go?"
"She fled to the Red Sea, where the ancient demons lived," Lucifer continued, his voice dropping even lower, working a subtle, soothing thread of legilimens-crafted comfort into the air to ease her racing mind, "But Adam wept to the Creator, and three angels were sent to hunt her down, to threaten her with death if she did not return to the man's bed..... She, all in her glory refused. She chose the wilderness and dark over the small, suffocating cage of the garden's serpent. But later... when the Creator formed a 'second woman', Eve, out of Adam's own rib-a creature meant to be docile, sweet, and entirely obedient-Lilith returned in secret...."
"Why?" She asked, her eyelids growing noticeably heavy, the deep, rhythmic tone of his voice acting like a heavy draught of peace.
"To give her a choice," Lucifer murmured, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of blonde hair away from her forehead, "Lilith entered the garden not alone, but brought that serpent of pure forest green.... She found Eve standing before the Tree of Knowledge. The serpent didn't force her.... It simply showed her the truth. It tempted her with the forbidden fruit-the raw, heavy understanding of life, magic, and pleasure that the Creator had hidden from her... And when Eve bit into that sweet, heavy flesh, she didn't just break a rule; she woke up.... That night, beneath the canopy of the 'forbidden trees, Eve lay with the serpent, tasting a heavy, unyielding intimacy that Adam could never provide.... They slept together in the dark soil, their bodies slick with the first sweat of true desire, rewriting the destiny of mankind before the angels could ever intervene..."
Hermione's head dropped softly against his shoulder. The long, complex day and heavy, hypnotic rhythm of the ancient myth had finally broken through her wall of insomnia.
She let out a long peaceful sigh, her breathing falling into a deep, steady cadence as she drifted off into the pull of sleep.
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~Present timeline~
At Greengrass's residence, Lucifer had secretly began preparing the 'Elixir of Life' for two girls.
In Alchemy, the ultimate principle was equivalent exchange. The Philosopher's Stone was essentially a massive reservoir of magic power, converting it into 'life force', which came close to that principle.
.....This was why so many said it was the pinnacle of Alchemy. But it was only "close" not perfect.
First, the Stone could only transform specific substances, lead and silver into 'gold,' stone into iron ore, it wasn't universally adaptable.
Second, this wasn't "true" equivalent exchange. The Elixir of Life could extend years but not halt aging, because the life force it produced lacked vitality.
Nicolas Flamel had to rely on his knowledge of potions, combining the Elixir with rare herbs to slow aging---but even so, it couldn't sustain him for 'six hundred years!' Now, the Flamel couple was probably more fragile than a crisp potato chip.
Hermione's condition was different, she just needed to 'prolong her magic', and stop it from burning off completely to become a Muggle, so quality wasn't as critical, and a slightly inferior brew would be fine.
Lucifer's first few attempts weren't great. According to Flamel's records, a normal Elixir could last three months; his early batches would last only a month and a half to two.
Later ones were better, reaching the perfect three-month duration. After making ten doses, he stopped. There was 'no expiration date', and he could always brew more when needed. For now, it was enough to secretly drop into Hermione's food intake.
And, to greater his chances of removing the "Magic burst" illness, he had also decided to mix few precious drops of his own blood, and his wings's feather as a 'stirring tool: in making her vials, imbuing his own pure divinity.
Astoria's would be no problem as she had no issues with potion's taste.
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Flash-forward
'Ding-dong-!
Ding-dong-!'
The doorbell's sudden chime broke the quiet. Darcy immediately told Alexandra to go upstairs, then drew her wand and approached the door cautiously.
Any visitor who could find this house was usually a friend of her parents and such people would never show up at a time when the adults were at work...
When she peeked through peephole and saw who it was, caution melted instantly into delight. The quarter-Veela flung open the door and launched herself into his arms.
"Lucifer!"
"Well, hello there--what a warm welcome," Lucifer said, pleasantly surprised by the bonus he got the second the door opened.
Her fragrance drifted into his nose, and he chuckled, giving her back a friendly pat, "See? I told you I'd keep my word, didn't I?"
"Hmph." Remembering herself, Darcy pushed him away with feigned annoyance, "Half the summer's already gone before you show up--you must have forgotten me."
"Hey, forgetting you's no big deal-but I'd never forget Alex."
"You--'you scoundrel!" Darcy bristled, pounding her fists against his chest. Up on the stairs, Alex-who had been secretly listening, perked up at the sound of his voice. With a delighted squeal, she dashed down, wedged herself between them, and clung to Lucifer like a little koala.
"Lucifer! You finally came to see Alex!"
"Aww, my little cutie--your face looks even rounder than last time," Lucifer teased, hoisting her higher with one arm while his other hand pinched her smooth, soft cheek. He didn't use much force, and far from being annoyed, the little girl burst into giggles.
She even tattled.
"Big Sister's so mean! She told me to go upstairs just so she could hide you!"
"Alexandra!" Darcy scolded, cheeks coloring, "How was I supposed to know it was Lucifer? I told you to go upstairs to keep you safe--bad men love 'little girls like you!"
She shot Lucifer a pointed glare. With someone to back her up, Alex wasn't afraid of Darcy's scolding. She made a silly face and urged him to carry her inside.
Darcy quickly fetched a brand-new pair of slippers for him, and the three of them settled in the living room.
On the carpet lay scattered magical building blocks, clearly she had been babysitting here just moments ago.
Alex didn't stand a chance in a verbal spar with her sister. The moment Darcy casually suggested, "Why don't you show Lucifer the thing you were building?" the little one scampered off happily, leaving the two of them some space.
He didn't hesitate to sit close, so close that from behind, they could've been mistaken for a couple leaning on each other.
"You could've told me you were coming, I'd have prepared something."
"I've been in America, remember? Too much trouble to write. Oh here, I brought you something."
Lucifer pulled out two Thunderbird models. Normally these were made from ordinary feathers, but he had replaced them with real bird's plumage. The sheen was richer, colors more vivid, they seemed almost alive.
"And this," he said, producing souvenirs from Ilvermorny's four houses. Darcy examined each in turn before deciding that 'Wampus cat' emblem best suited her tastes.
"So... you met Mr. Scamander?" she asked, curious.
"Mm. You admire Newt?"
"Tehee, 'Not exactly." Darcy laughed a little sheepishly. "Our Care of Magical Creatures professor uses him as a bad example--says if 'you can't control your pets, you'll end up banned from multiple countries, just like him."
"..." Lucifer. 'Seriously? After all these years, the French were still salty about nearly getting Paris burned down? If they had... to blame someone, shouldn't it be Grindelwald? Why did poor Newt always take the fall?'
He began recounting his American adventures, and Darcy's eyes lit up with a sparkle of wonder. Compared to his eventful summer, hers had been a dreary cycle of homework and caring for the little whirlwind now building blocks nearby.
Glancing at her sister, Miss Valentine's expression softened with both affection and exasperation. Still-now that Lucifer was here, they could actually go out tomorrow. Surely two of them could handle one small, excitable girl?
With renewed energy, she began describing the sights of Paris, both wizarding and Muggle, was soon planning out the next few days with enthusiasm.
But before she got too far, he gently interrupted her.
"Valentine... actually, 'here's the thing..."
"What? You're actually learning to make Elixir' from Philosopher Stone under the written instructions of 'Monsieur Nicolas Flamel' himself... and visited his home once?" Darcy stared at Lucifer in shock, her rosy lips forming a perfect 'O' as though she'd just heard something beyond belief.
If anyone else had said it, she would have scoffed and suspected they were boasting. But this was Lucifer. The only possible explanation was that her ears were playing tricks on her.
"Uh... is that really so shocking?" He asked, puzzled at her exaggerated reaction.
"That's Nicolas Flamel - the pride of the 'French wizarding world!" Darcy said excitedly. She rattled off a long list of Flamel's accomplishments before leaning forward urgently, "How did this happen? You came straight from Monsieur Flamel's house, didn't you?"
Lucifer had no choice but to give her a brief rundown of the events that led up to this. He had underestimated Flamel's status in the hearts of French wizards, it was even "higher" than Dumbledore's in Britain.
It wasn't just because Flamel was the most accomplished wizard France had produced in centuries, but because of his remarkable contributions to Beauxbatons.
Before Flamel, Beauxbatons had been little more than a private finishing school for pure-blood aristocrats.
After Nicolas Flamel, however, he poured vast sums of gold into the school, allowing it to greatly expand enrollment. Students from France, Belgium, the Netherlands, Luxembourg, and beyond came to study. Only then did Beauxbatons grow into.... one of the 'three' great wizarding schools of Europe.
Thus, in France, Nicolas Flamel was as revered by students as Godric Gryffindor or Salazar Slytherin were at Hogwarts, a living legend.
When he finished describing his day's life in Flamel's household, the older Valentine's eyes were brimming with envy, "I'm starting to hate you a little. Being able to meet Monsieur Flamel... you've hit the magical jackpot!"
"Then what should you call me? Ancestor?"
Darcy, without any instruction, reached over and pinched the soft skin at Lucifer's side. The boy immediately raised his hands in surrender.
It wasn't that he feared pain, he feared being tickled.
After their playful exchange, she sighed in regret but said earnestly, "Lucifer, this is a rare opportunity. You must learn anything you can at the next visit to Monsieur Flamel. He's supposed to be very shrewd, and guarded about his knowledge. Next time you come to France, we'll go out and have some fun...."
"It's not as exaggerated as you make it sound." Lucifer toyed with a lock of Darcy's silky silver hair, smiling, "I'm there to study Philosopher's stone, not locked up in prison... I can come and go freely. Also, I might not be able to see you every day cause of my own busy schedules to meet people here, but dropping by every few days is still possible. Besides, if I meet boring people constantly, my brain will get tied into knots.... I'll need to relax once in a while, right?"
Darcy found that reasonable and her smile returned.
"Brother, my carriage is ready!" Alexandra clapped her tiny hands, calling Lucifer over to admire her handiwork.
He walked over and sat beside the little girl, nodding seriously at the assembled carriage, "Not bad. Though it would be even better if the door wasn't on the ceiling...."
"Oh- right!" She nodded blankly. How had her carriage door ended up up there? Watching the two of them get along so well, Darcy's lips curved into a knowing smile.
That evening, the Valentine couple returned home. They were equally delighted to see Lucifer. The last time, he had been in a hurry and hadn't been able to thank them properly.
This time, Monsieur immediately booked a restaurant to welcome Lucifer to France.
When they learned he was studying The Elixir' of Life' under "Nicolas Flamel" their reactions were nearly identical to Fleur's. They too reminded him not to waste such an opportunity.
The dinner lasted well into the night.
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