Was that why he had never even considered her up, and went for the muggleborn Lily Evans?
"What did Susan say?"
"Hehe," Amelia cackled that was unlike her, and might have even given Umbridge nightmares for weeks, "She did what she always does. Whine like a little bitch. She claimed you could change, and she'd charge you directly about it... As if you could restrain your cock from drilling into every pussy that gets your attention."
She let out a wicked laugh again. "Just how stupid does she think I am if she expects me to go all gooey over this sentimental tripe? I told her there was no way to be certain she could hold your interest until next summer, 'forget' the rest of your life. I told her that your responsibility to find wives for the Ambrosius' House under your control gives you carte blanche to go sticking your cock into every pussy on the street, and there's nothing Susan would be able to do about it...."
"I asked her if she was willing to stay the pureblood trophy wife for the rest of her life, waiting for her husband to come home, only to find the juices of some whore sticking to his cock when she tried to... 'servicehim' at night."
Lucifer winced at her bluntness, no wonder Fudge was that scared of dealing with the woman, "And?"
"And what? Little girl didn't like the truths I was throwing at her, and whined as always.... She claimed that the mantle had always snatched away her happiness or some such shit. That she wouldn't let it take you away from her as well. 'Take you away!' Hah! She hadn't even said gone past beyond kissing cheeks these two years... I don't care about her age, I know her. She's a jealous bitch that would utterly hate to see her man go to anyone else."
Pot, meet kettle, he didn't say.
"I told her she's just a small fish in a large ocean, that the competition for Merlin's name is above and beyond what she can digest.... That alone should have been enough, but guess miracles happen, after all."
Amelia Bones gave him a nasty smirk.
"She had the gall to pull rank over me. She reminded me that she was the Lady Bones, you are Lord Bones, while I was a 'mere' Regent.... That said I was the Regent Bones, and she was the Lady, and I had no right to keep her from getting what she wanted... I'd have slapped her pretty little face, but I had to reward her for initiative, didn't I? I'm her guardian, after all. Plus, she put up quite a lot of thought in her little speech."
Lucifer cocked his head.
Amelia laughed again. "She claimed that as Regent, it was my duty to prepare her for every trial the Lady may face.... And she calls this — changing a casanova into a proper, one-woman man, a 'trial'. Could she be any more pathetic? And she claims that her ineptitude and inexperience in matters of seduction are 'my' shortcomings, as if I was a pimp, prepping her to become a Knockturn Alley whore, and not a Regent educating Lady of the House."
"You said no, then."
"I said 'yes," Amelia barked out a laugh. "Yes! A hundred times, yes! My dear Susie, my little poppet has finally learned to bark!"
She cackled evily again. "Such initiative, such growth needs to be 'rewarded'. This is the first time she's acted like she should. Say, Darling, you wouldn't mind postponing our little wager by a day or two, do you? You need all the rest you need for an ideal performance."
Okay, now she was just being mean.
"Why? What do you plan to do?"
She let out another of her characteristic wicked laughs. "I have my job cut out for me. The Lady wants me to teach her, and teach her I will." A poisonous smile spread across her face, "Bitch thinks she can pull rank over me? I'm the one in control. I'm running this show, the game master. I am 'Amelia fuckingBones'. No one ever pulls rank on me, not even the Minister of Magic. "
She stood her tallest and faced Lucifer. "But it's fine. She wants to play? We'll play. We'll play rough. She thinks she's cute and pretty? She's a poor wizard's version of me, a consolation prize when one cannot get the real thing."
Then glared at the culprit repsponsble for all the mess, "You really shouldn't have started this, Lucifer, dear. I understand wanting the power of the House of Bones, but talking about 'fucking' Susan like she's more than me somehow? Like I'm an afterthought? That's an 'outrage."
He was beginning to realise that maybe, just maybe, things would have been better if, he hadn't tried to impress Amelia in the bath after all.
Part of him that sounded suspiciously like Kurumi, pointed out that such a divergence from what had gone without your involvement, was probably because of the Domino effect, and by fucking with Reality and Destiny, he had unwittingly created "his own demons."
Maybe Lucifer had.
"She wants me to teach her, so teach her I shall. An unforgettable lesson, I'll show her the 'fucking' truth. The truth that I was her superior. I'll make sure she knows... that I have the bigger tits, a better arse, a prettier face, better hair. I have it all, and she has nothing.... I'll show her how she's nothing but a downer. She mothers her little Hufflepuffs around like she's a veteran when she's nothing more than a sheltered kneazle. She talks shit about people, when in fact, she's worse than the ones she makes fun of. She's a dumb little 'know-it-all' who deserves to be treated like the pathetic little cunt that she is. The Lady ofBones must be enigmatic, larger than life.... Yet she dresses like a slob, acts all sarcastic and snarky. And you say you want to fuck her? Don't lie to yourself! You want a real woman! A hot fucking woman with tits and arse, not a chubby little fucking bitch."
"Don't you think you're being a little too harsh on her? She's your niece after all, you play Merrel's together."
"She doesn't deserve any mercy now, Lucifer 'darling.' Not after she all but declared me her rival, I am almost certain she knows we've been intimate and today was her chance to get out ahead.... If she wants to act like an adult, she'll have to play adult games. The game of seduction and sex. She thinks you'll choose her over 'this' body?"
She took a step closer and entwined her arms around his neck, and brought lips closer. "I'll be frank with you, Darling. You're a mystery to me. Merlin's Descendant or not, your power is strange. Your skill at casting, your reflexes and your precision, they are all 'strange'. And most of all, that stamina you boast, it's the strangest of all. Almost enough to be called… 'inhuman'.
Makes me wonder what kind of rituals you did to become this 'Adonis!"
Her eyes glinted. "But it doesn't matter. It would be hypocritical of me to judge you for enhancing yourself. After all, I'm a woman in my prime, with twenty years to shape my body into this.... It's only natural that you'd use everything you have at hand. And honey, you did land some good hits on me in the past, I'll give you that much, but this is it... After I am done teaching Susan a lesson for life, we'll execute our wager. It will be an epic climax," She laughed at her own wordplay, "We will fuck, and I will break you. I will conquer you, and when I do…"
Amelia Bones smiled the most innocent she could give to a new born in St. Mungos, "I will 'own' you, your cock, your balls, your toes, your armpits, everything and anything about your body, mind, soul. That arsehole is 'mine' to do with."
She threw her head up. "Are you seeing this, James?" Then yelled out loud, "Fuck your whiney lording over Potter's being Gryffindor's line, and the best anyone could get? I will own Merlin's legacy herself, dominate him and make him my 'toy.' And then, I will be the Lady that he worship. And this time, nobody will stop me. Least of all 'my fucking niece."
Yup. Shit had really hit the fan. The Amelia Bones that the world knew and 'feared' was gone. The repressed woman living the life of Bones Regent and stuck in the solitude of her past was gone. The woman that had taken care of Susan all her life was gone.
And in her stead, was a depraved slut that her father had bound away using magic of the chastity binding, Lucifer had wanted to shatter her repressed urges that he couldn't just let go, it was his nature to bring out pleasure...
Instead, he had unleashed a hurricane. A newly evolved form, the 'final' evolution, combining the hidden sluttiness of her younger years, the diligence of the two decades, discipline and control she had acquired through her experience and maturity. This… this would be a worthy conquest.
Evelyn Greengrass had injected 'veela'
blood into her system, to fight against mental coercion. And once she had given in, it was only a matter of time... with 'her ownsexual' starvation, and gratitude for his actions to break their family curse, and save the youngest Astoria from dying and living painfully short.... Even she was putty in hands when it came to sex.
Hermione's kneazle cat-like nature gave her a stamina and hunger for sex with 'Lucifer' whom she had marked as her kitten, that was unmatched by normal witches and wizards, but against him, it stood no chance.
Amelia on the other hand? She was no succubus, but she had an iron will. An Occlumency so strong that it had allowed her to keep her mind and her sanity intact despite the impossible struggle she went through. And not just that, she 'thrived,' and prepared her body to become the ultimate sexual art 'form' imaginable. She was one of the most fearsome witches in the Wizarding world.
A woman that held the entirety of the military in the palm of her hand, while staying as the Regent of a Noble House. By power, by skill and by experience, she was 'his' superior.
Sexually, her pussy was divine. Her arse was taut like a bow, those breasts were succulent. There was only one way out, Lucifer had to conquer Amelia, out-fuck her, and tame that hurricane. That way, he could have Susan, and have Amelia calm down, get the sensible and pragmatic DMLE Director back and push his plans to completion.
Besides, Amelia Bones was just an ordinary human witch. If he, the Devil that made 'Lilith' scream his name over and over couldn't outfuck her, then it was definitely his loss.
No matter how you sliced it. Either way, the game that had started 'from' the moment, he entered this home was almost over now, and Lucifer couldn't wait to end it.
Susan had once told him that Amelia Bones cared about two things more than anything else in her life — the House Protocol, and her sterling reputation. But as the day passed, it became incredibly clear that she was not above using either so long as she got to achieve her goals.
They had gotten back to the mansion and changed into proper clothing. It was supposed to be his last day here, and Amelia was hell-bent on playing the part of a proper host. Only this time around, she was milking the situation to its worth. And his eyes saw every move she made.
Susan had described him as Amelia's 'dirtysecret'. In normal conditions, she'd even be right. A woman scorned by her love, only to retreat into her job and the task of rearing a child and future Lady of a Noble House, only for her deepest carnal desires to be reawakened by the 'Devil himself', or say her final saving grade came from him somehow being Merlin's heir.
And now she'd fight to her utmost to keep the object of her desires close to her, while maintaining the 'facade' of a sterile harridan to the rest of the world. Even if it meant killing her own niece's dreams about the same individual. It was practically a movie script, Susan had that mostly correct.
Except for one thing, she had not known about the tweaking in the chastity bind, and unless he was very wrong, ignorant of exactly how deep Amelia's psychological issues ran.
For someone so sharp, Susan had panicked like an amateur and used what she thought was her trump card against Amelia and came out lacking.
And now, her aunt was milking the situation to its "worth."
Lucifer sat at the table, munching a sandwich, watching as Amelia came down the stairs with her niece. Her top had a couple more buttons unbuttoned, and she wasn't afraid to parade around her juicy cleavage and the delights within.
She did nothing directly, it wasn't like the woman was shoving them in his face or anything like that. No, she was just giving a frank comparison between her perky, squeezable breasts and Susan's comparably 'less generous bosom.'
Just as promised, she was teaching Susan all about 'femininity' and charms and seduction.
He noticed the casual way she threw appraising comments about Susan's looks and her body, that girl was no slouch, but Amelia had her beat as far as physical appearance was concerned. She had more stylish hair, a more gorgeous model-like face, bigger breasts, a rounder, juicier arse, longer legs, and now that she was no longer suppressing it, a more blatant, obvious---'sex appeal.'
Depending on your tastes, her older age and higher experience added to her appeal. It was true, Amelia's body was indeed a work of art, sculpted out of the most immaculate flesh imaginable, carved with the finest features. If an artist wanted to design the ideal woman, she would no doubt look a hell lot like 'Amelia Bones.'
When Susan bent over to pick a spoon, she commented on her waist as the hem of her jeans lowered. She caught sight of Susan's thong, hidden tastefully under the hem of her pants and cackled in derision, only to stand up and reveal her own exposed g-string, lifted over the hem of her own jeans.
In her own twisted mind, Amelia had concluded that Susan needed to be at least better than Regent herself, if she wanted to be a successful Lady, and given she wanted to learn how to appear more seductive, it was up to her family, Aunt to demonstrate.
Lucifer was just the happy-go-lucky scapegoat that volunteered to help her out. Nothing was sacred to Madam Bones, As when they sat down for lunch, he complimented Susan on how endearingly cute she looked in her loose pants and half-shirt.
....Barely ten seconds later, Amelia had spilled 'fruit juice' on her top, and instead of vanishing it, she had excused herself, only to come downstairs, wearing an almost indecent silk nightie.
She was clearly nude under the thin material, judging by how her rack jiggled under it, held up by two thin shoulder straps that hung halfway between knees and her crotch.
During the entire lunch, she had caressed his cock, and when he had tried to stop her she had grabbed Lucifer's wrist and pushed fingers into her snatch. Even crossing her legs, trapping them inside.
Yes, he was aware of the irony.
It was like watching a train wreck. You knew where this was headed and how nasty it was going to be, but for some reason, you just couldn't look away from it.
But the worst of it all came the next morning, when he walked down to the beach to see both of them lying down on towels in the sand, enjoying the afternoon sun.
Susan had come in wearing a green one-piece with an oval cut that exposed her insanely toned stomach along with her round and perky breasts, looking cute and sexy. And Amelia, oh Granger's beard---
That his wife had come in wearing another of her tiny bikinis, looking positively sinful, breasts were jutting out proudly, perkily, the bikini top stretching to the max to contain the mile-long cleavage between them.
Her bikini bottoms were tiny, and they barely left anything to imagination.
"Ah, Lucifer," Amelia called out with mock surprise, "I didn't know you'd be here.. Me and Susan were enjoying some private time with each other."
The bitch, as if she hadn't sent him a patronus inviting to the beach ten minutes ago.
"I can leave if you want."
"Oh no," Amelia shook her head, her act fooling no one. "You are a guest here. Perhaps we can come to an arrangement? You offered me an oil massage yesterday, didn't you?If it's all the same, I'd like to take you up on that offer now."
Of course she would.
Her own declaration must have flooded her with a rush of adrenaline, because nipples sprang forth through the bikini, standing straight and hard as pebbles. Lucifer was suddenly at a loss. Amelia was dressed to bring down the craftiest prey, even if it was a predator like himself. It was almost a shame that all of this was a setup to make Susan feel 'uncomfortable' about herself instead of a spontaneous seduction.
His eyes lingered a little too long on erect nipples and breath caught, his cock started to respond as he forcibly removed gaze from her chest, and made contact with a thoroughly amused Miss Bones.
Then, Lucifer turned to Susan and found her eyes scolding him.
Amelia 'flipped' around and dug into the towel, waiting for him to start, giving Susan a half-shrug, Lucifer straddled her, undoing her bikini top.
It would be interesting to see exactly how far she was willing to let him play with her body, given that Susan was watching. Correction, especially with Susan watching.
He began by dribbling warm massage oil from her shoulders, down back, over the buttocks and later down the backs of both legs, then even proceeded to smear oil evenly over her body.
"You can remove the bottoms too," She murmured. "It's more convenient to work... 'that way."
Lucifer heartily agreed, having spread the oil, he began to massage her, starting at hands and arms, then shoulders, next moving slowly down her body. Doing her buttocks, working the side of hand deep into the crack of her arse.
"Oh, you have such strong hands," Amelia said, obviously enjoying the experience. "Don't forget to do mybutt..." As if to emphasise her point, she raised her arse upwards, giving him a closer look.
Lucifer squirted more oil into the cleft between her 'arse-cheeks', and vigorously worked it into her skin, making sure to shake them a bit as he slathered. Yes, they were about to have a wager that would be a deciding point in lives, but that didn't mean he had to tone down his performance.
After all, Susan was watching. She needed to see for herself exactly how he played the female anatomy like a harp, needed to realise that he was going to do the "same" to her.
Besides, if Amelia thought that little performance in her office was all he was capable of, she was up for a nasty surprise.
"'Ah, so forceful!" Amelia giggled. "See how I'm enjoying this while he works his magic, Susan? You need to learn to draw the pleasure out.. There's nothing more annoying than a woman who can't even last ten seconds."
Susan was imitating a tomato.
Deciding an intervention was necessary, Lucifer mauled her arse-cheeks one final time an---
'SLAP!'
"Oh! Yes!" Amelia Bones moaned, arching backward at the sharp pain, flooding her body with pleasure. "Just like that."
'SLAP!
"Yes!"
SLAP !
"Yes!' Oh, Yes! Spank me more, Lucifer!"
SLAP! His palm rang against her arse-cheeks.
'SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!'
"Are you watching, Susan?" Amelia cooed. "This is how a man treats a woman! No one wants a little girl that'll cuddle and smooch but run away with her tail between her legs when it comes to the real thing. Men want... the real thing, you understand, Susie? They want the 'naughty, the filthy —"
Her arse squeezed his hand in them.
"Dirty."
She raised her head and chest upward, arching her back, further trapping it.
"'Sex."
She turned towards Lucifer and smirked. "Think you've massaged my butt nicely? I wouldn't mind if you did a thorough check..."
His cock throbbed.
Pulling oily fingers out of her arse, much to her disappointment, Lucifer worked his way down to her legs, spending extra time on upper thighs in her pussy area, but not touching it.
Then went down to her ankles, massaging the soles of feet and toes.
Amelia moaned.
Lucifer then moved upwards this time, massaging inside of her upper thigh and started to rub her pussy with edge of his hand. Working the creases on both sides of her clit, and occasionally glided across it, teasing her slit and clit. Amelia was breathing heavily, as he avoided her wet pussy, which had turned pink and pooched out significantly.
Part of him wanted to make her cum and end Susan's impromptu lesson, but he ruthlessly 'suppressed' it. For all of Amelia's quirks and her need to teach Susan an object lesson, Lucifer was all for giving her a first-row seat to what he did to women, who belonged to Morningstar.
"You're such a teaseeee," Amelia purred like some feline, which almost Lucifer shove his digits, no entire 'fist' inside her, "...Didn't anyone tell you it's bad manners to get a woman all pent-up, ready to cum and then leave her hanging?"
He chuckled, and poured a generous amount of oil upon her shaved pussy. The effect was immediate, Amelia's body jerked, "Oh my! Merlin, that feels sooo good!"
"Wait until I rub it in."
What? Lucifer wanted to win the wager and make Amelia, his bitch. But that didn't mean he wasn't at all enjoying the frustration she was putting Susan through. He should probably try to be a "nicer person."
Amelia spread her legs, revealing her folds, bare pussy became even more engorged and red, her clit peeking out of its folds, and tingling from the oil.
"Yes…" She hissed. "Do me, Lucifer. I'm not Susan, I'm not gonna squirt just with your hands on my pussy."
Susan right there choked.
"Turn around."
She couldn't have been happier to accommodate, Madam Amelia flipped around, and lay down on her back, her perfectly perky breasts and swollen nipples standing ramrod straight without the slightest sag.
No more hiding, no more silly excuses, she had revealed herself to him, naked as the day she was born, with Susan gawking at both as she tried to grasp the situation that had gotten hilariously out of her control.
"You don't mind doing my breasts, do you?"
"No," Lucifer replied with a smile that irritated Susan to no bounds, "I don't mind, I don't mind at all."
"Auntie, don't you think you're being a little —"
Amelia turned to face her with a curled eyebrow. "A little what?"
Susan looked like she was having trouble finding the proper description. "Um, more indecent?"
Her aunt grinned at her victoriously, "I understand it might look like that to you, no doubt because of your inexperience, Susan, but this is actually perfectly acceptable behaviour... After all, Lucifer is my 'husband', and if things go smoothly, he will grow up in this mansion... It's a perfectly 'common' thing in oil massages. Why, even the muggles have nudity beaches, don't they, dear?"
"Ah, yes. Yes, they do."
"See?" Amelia grinned. "Not everyone is lucky to have an aunt that is this flexible, I mean, this willing to go to extenuating degrees to teach them. Come closer, pay attention to how a woman behaves when a man seduces her."
"But — but Auntie, Lucifer's my age. You're really going to let him touch your breasts like that?"
"Tosh, Susan!" Amelia admonished. "We went over this already. 'These," she grabbed her massive udders, "are just breasts, maybe the most perky and delicious breasts your friend will ever feel, but breasts nonetheless. It's completely... normal and natural, and I will 'not' be shamed for my age. If nudity makes you uncomfortable, you'll just have to learn to get over it, or walk away, because I am not going to shame myself just because you're too much of a prude to accept it."
Lucifer choked the laugh threatening to escape his throat.
"But Auntie!"
"No buts, shut up 'your potty mouth!" Amelia Bones kindly had enough and she snapped in her nonsense tone, that had to be listened to,"Tell me, do you understand? Or do I need to send you back to the manor? This is why I said you weren't ready... Kids, these days! Just because they sprout breasts, they think they know what it's like to be a woman."
She gave Susan a withering look. "Tell me Susan, do you 'understand?"
Susan looked like she wanted to cry, but sighed in resignation. "Yes, Auntie, I understand."
It took everything not to snicker.
"Learn from this experience, Susie, or else you'll forever stay with the seduction instincts of a... 'troll."
Susan looked like she was about to say something, but she ate her own words and stayed down, lying on her front, watching her guest feeling her aunt with acute disbelief.
Amelia on the other hand turned towards such guest, victory shining in her eyes. "I apologise, Lucifer. I'm still trying to teach Susan many things. I'll not interrupt... your massage any longer. Do continue. And remember, extra attention on my breasts. I don't want to end up getting sunburnt."
Lucifer grabbed the bottle of oil and erratically squirted it upon her delicious rack, noticing the mortified look on Susan's face. The oil formed a small pool in the deep crevasse between her tits and stayed there in a long, transparent line.
"Make sure you get underneath too," She requested, lifting her heavy breasts further up towards her face, allowing him access to the underside.
He glanced at Susan again, at her incredulous expression, like she was trying and 'failing' to say something, or at least try and stop this blasphemy. Not breaking eye contact with her, Lucifer squirted more oil beneath Amelia's breasts.
"That should be enough for now," Said by Amelia, allowing her breasts to slide back into position, "We might need a second layer later though. Unless you mind?"
"Oh I don't mind at all," Lucifer said, very happy in playing along.
"Such a gentleman," She murmured, closing her eyes. "Susan claimed that you are intimately familiar with Hannah as well?"
Darting a glance at Susan, annoyed that she had advertised his sexual conquests to her aunt. She withered under his glare. A rush of vindictiveness surged within Lucifer, and he decided to teach Hufflepuff a needed lesson.
"I did, Hannah's a lovely girl, you know. But her Uncle cheated the Abbott 'fortune' away from her father. I promised her I'd help get it all back, she denied... so paying for learning cooking from Mrs. Abbott had to be."
Amelia opened a single eyebrow. "You did, didn't you? Was this before or after you lay with her?"
Lucifer scoffed. Who did she think she was talking to? "I merely helped Hannah 'feel' the pleasures of the flesh she had not known... My desire to help her family claim the fortune back had nothing to do with it... Even Mr. Abbott was kinda ashamed by their 'financial' situation, Mrs. Abbott was very kind, she understood how teenage hormones were.... And, even taught her daughter some techniques to give me heads."
"So true…" Amelia moaned, playing along, "They are good people, who were betrayed..."
Lucifer stretched his hands out, a master musician about to play the performance of his life, making sure they were ready, lowering on her melons, he started slowly smearing in the oil. First, he cupped her right breast and spread it over the nipple with his palm, and quickly progressed to methodically kneading and slathering her mammaries.
....Her tits were wet with the sheer amount of oil and hands glided over them accompanied by slick sounds as the excess splashed around.
"Don't forget the sides."
"Of course, say, Madam Bones. About those desires of yours."
"Oh... yes," Amelia replied with a soft groan. "Young girls don't understand this, but I'm not just an aunt, Lucifer. I'm a woman. A sexually charged woman in her prime..."
She moaned cutely as he ran snugly against the underside with thumbs resting between her cleavage, slowly cupping his fingers around the sides.
"I have needs too," Lady Regent honestly admitted without any farce or pretext to misunderstand. "Needs that haven't ever been fulfilled in many, many, 'Oh!"
She arched as Lucifer squeezed her melons right then.
"Young girls don't understand this," Nothing was stopping when Amelia went on, and she did, "They think that just because I'm an adult, my work is my life... They do not understand that as I am now, I am in my peak form. Children cannot 'fathom' the kind of arousal that courses through this body. They do not understand what it feels to have a nice, hard, 'cock', pushing through these folds.... They do not understand the joy of having a man beneath me, with my pussy walls squeezing their 'thick—"
....She glanced at Susan, and raised her hand upwards, with Lucifer straddling above her, she was able to reach his pants quite easily.
"'Hard—"
Her fingers undid the strings of Lucifer's shorts, unleashing the monster within.
"'Cock."
He didn't care any longer, couldn't care any longer, Lucifer clenched her melons, and shoved his cock into the folds of her moist pussy.
"'Fuck!" Amelia screamed not expecting, as her walls slowly unclenched around the intrusion. And then she turned to Susan. "A-are you still watching, Susie?"
A single tear fell down Susan's cheek as she got up. "No, And I don't need to watch it anymore. I think I've learnt my lesson, Auntie."
And then a predatory smirk formed on her aunt's face, as Amelia Bones shed all her facade. "Then, run away, 'little girl'. And let the adults have some fun."
They watched Susan run away in tears.
"Was that really necessary?"
Amelia Bones looked at him, and exhaled, as he let go of her breasts. "If she couldn't bear it, maybe she shouldn't have demanded it in the first place. One must be careful what one asksfor. Isn't that right, Lucifer?"
He was not amused.
The rest of the day passed rather quickly, Susan avoided him like the plague, which wasn't surprising. After the show Amelia and he had put on for her, he wouldn't be surprised if she threw away all her plans about him and decided to stop talking or even outright ignoring.
A part of him also pointed out that Susan had borne through the entire show, only deciding to call it quits when he had shoved his cock into Amelia's pussy.
....Maybe it was just a coincidence, maybe it was a culmination of all of her Aunty's taunts, or maybe, she just didn't have the stomach to digest it anymore, but Lucifer had a suspicion that maybe Amelia was right.
Maybe Susan wasn't exactly as comfortable with him bedding other women as she liked to pretend. It was why her 'first' question hadn't been about fucking other girls, but if it was even possible for him to stay a one-woman man.
Those thoughts kept Lucifer's mind busy all day. Amelia might have skipped office, but she was back in her work avatar the second they had re-entered the mansion. She had spent rest of the day cooped up in her office, perusing through the files he had given her, and unless he was wrong, viewing memories in her pensieve.
....At one point, she had even called Lucifer to her office, not to fuck or chat, but to clarify certain points in the file. She had arched a brow at the way he answered the questions. Again, not surprising, since that level of intimate knowledge of the subject only came from detailed study and 'first-hand experience.'
Both of which were not possible for a student about to attend his 'third-year' at Hogwarts.
Ancient Noble Lord or not.
So when Lucifer appeared on the patio and joined her outside in the afternoon, it wasn't the seductress that I saw, was just… Amelia.
"Hey," She asked, looking back at him taking out a bottle of firewhiskey from the mini bar. "You doing okay?"
Lucifer nodded and sat down at the patio table. She uncorked the bottle, and summoned two glasses, pouring the rich, caramel liquid into each. The firewhiskey jostled around in them as she pushed one of them towards him.
He didn't touch, but raised a question first, "What happened to your No underage drinking rule?"
Amelia snorted. "I'm many things, but a hypocrite is not one of them. If you're old enough to fuck, you're old enough to hold your firewhiskey. Unless you'd have some water?"
Nothing was stopping him, Lucifer grabbed the glass and held it gingerly, taking a tiny sip. Even in her work uniform, she looked absolutely stunning.
"How are we gonna do this?"
"What?" She asked, confused.
"This. The wager. Susan challenged you, and you taught her a lesson she'll likely not forget in her entire life. All that's left is the wager."
"Oh," She said, straightening up. "Well, Husband, I think you know how it ends."
Lucifer nodded, he knew what the end would entail, just… didn't want it to end that way.
"Tonight is your last night as a welcome guest in this manor. Depending on how the night turns out, you're either going to leave a free man, with my permission to court Susan, or stay back as my toy."
"Does it have to get that far? Is there no other way?"
"Afraid not, Husband," Amelia said, a small smile forming on her lips. "Like I said, you must be careful what you wish for. You had me, the 'Law Enforcement' Director: and a Bones woman. I was ready to be your slave in bed, I was willing to be your ally, your partner in whatever discord you wish to sow in this or rather countries.... I was even willing to lend all my resources and make the DMLE your bitch... All I wanted was you. You'd dominate me and I'd willingly be dominated. And it would have stayed that way, but then you opened your 'greedy little mouth."
"Susan." he said.
"Susan," She repeated with a louder rogue of her biting tongue, "You wanted Susan, despite having me. As if I was an afterthought. I had thought that after all these years, at least you'd…. But no, 'you didn't."
Then let out a cold, mirthless laugh, "Not surprising, those who have such purest blood are always the dirtiest. I'd have understood if you went for something better, even supported 'Evelyn Greengrass...' But you went for the average after having me. And that, in my mind, 'is unforgivable."
"So long as we're being honest with each other, can I ask you something?"
She shrugged. "I'm not 'Albus Dumbledore'. Speaking the truth does not scare me, even under an Unbreakable oath, I will share what I can around it."
Lucifer took note of that particular sentiment, "When we first met, you said that you looked into me... You claimed that you knew I was fucking Evelyn, liked by her daughters and Susan told you that I had 'fucked' Hermione, Hannah and my secretary...."
"And what of it?"
"You knew that I was fucking all of them... Hell, you called me a serial womaniser. And yet, you slept with me, we made out in the bath, in your office and in the sea.... Just what is it about me choosing to go after Susan that triggered you so much that the other girls and 'women did not?"
"Is this your attempt to cancel the wager?" She demanded softly. "Because if it is, I can cancel it right away. I'd rather not have a wager at all than someone who's already lost the bet in his mind."
His smile couldn't be more fouler.
"We'll have the wager alright, and we'll fuck. And one of us will win. That remains unchanged. That I swear."
Her lips twisted in glee at his promise, "Well, that already makes you better than James in my book, 'husband'. I now wonder why I even loved that dead man, maybe due to Gryffindor's blood, potion, magic' what not...."
"Will you answer the question then?"
"Only if I can be brutally honest."
Lucifer nodded.
Amelia took a sip of her own glass. "I knew James, better than he knew himself. That guy didn't really like girls like Lily. I knew him, I knew what he liked to eat, what games, clothes cause of our upbringing... He didn't like girls that 'dressed down', played down their looks. He liked girly girls... He'd rather have a girl dressed in pink than in black. And most importantly, he didn't want a younger girl at all.... A real woman. Yes, Lily was witty and sarcastic but she wasn't wife material. Maybe she was for other guys, but not for James. I had watched Uncle Fleamont and Auntie Euphemia, and I knew James was like Uncle who wanted a strong woman. One that could call the shots in the 'relationship' ... I think that was both a good and bad reason we became 'best friends', then cut off even friendship. I was older, with greater experience at Hogwarts and life in general...."
"I was the one that he came to with his queries, I didnt even realise he noticed my personality that I probably was... 'too much', and called me big sister in public.... Lily? Lily was this obstinate muggleborn that wanted to ignore the inter-house politics and stay friends with Severus Snape, uncaring that her friendship probably cost him Merlin-knew how many torture sessions by older Slytherins.... Lily was the 'kind' of girl who'd never do any housework and instead go for her own desires, leaving her husband to pick up the slack...."
"I suppose it was domination in a good middle sort of way, which is why their marriage sustained for whatever period of time it did...."
"Yes, he needed a wife who'd be good
mother, complete opposite of her" She took another sip, "'Muggle-born girls' are like a dog."
Before Lucifer could react to that statement, she grabbed his other hand, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not being a bitch. It's just that… I never understood what he saw in her. James had good taste, but clearly, he had a blind spot for her like you with Granger, but at least she doesn't meddle' too much with you having other wives, right?"
Her data was half-arsed, and completely outdated, wrong, Lucifer didn't even know how she had made sort of opinion without ever the said muggle-born, but he kept quiet.
"...I think that his hatred for Slytherin had somehow twisted Lily and Snape's relationship as something valuable in his eyes. Maybe he thought that if he could shatter their 'relationship', and claim Lily for himself, he'd win.... Lily herself wasn't the prize, her relationship with Snape was. I mean, nothing else made sense to me... She had red hair, but like a crow's nest. Her face was plain, like, a blank. I'd have trouble describing her because she was boring looking. Her body wasn't up to snuff. It was just like her. A reflection of her lack of care. She was even a bit of a fatty.... I mean, James was a 'fucking' Seeker in the Gryffindor Quidditch team..."
"He could have easily played professionally if he wanted. I know for a fact that both Puddlemere and Wimborne were scouting him from sixth year onwards... He could have joined the DMLE and become a 'kickass' hit-wizard. With his looks, with his charisma, and with 'Gryffindor's heir' rumours, he could have had his pick of the litter..."
"It was already insulting enough to be called an older sister, he just couldn't look past Snape, his bitter enemy, then when the crush on Lily came.... I suppose men are like that. They always want 'rebelliousbookworms' who are hard to get.... And I understood that, but James didn't want variety. He completely threw me aside for Evans when noticed I had those feelings. Like I was… 'less."
And just like that, things began to make sense to Lucifer, Amelia Bones's initial reaction, and sudden shift in demeanour---he had boasted about going after Susan after bedding her, was a kind of reflection of what James had done. Just like James had chosen Lily, and even 'discarded friendship' with Amelia after on, in his stupidity, he too tried to make Susan look more valuable than "Amelia Bones" herself.
Her own dysfunctional relationship with her niece had only added 'fuel to the fire'. And the results had been… explosive.
"When we met for the 'first' time, I thought I was dreaming, I felt lust inside me for your body.... When we agreed to work together, I had made up my mind that I would have you destroy that contract that twisted my life and made me live all this while suppressing my desires....I'm certain you probably would have too. But then we were in the bath, analysing each other, and you said things to me… I--- I cannot tell you how deeply those truths resonated within me...."
"I lost all my senses to think clearly. All this time, a mere 'boy' had the power to undo the contract for me. But there in the bath, you suddenly became too unlike James... giving me your attention that I severely lacked,
In my twisted head, it was so easy to think that... Like 'Merlin himself' had sent you to me, made for just me alone so I could get my deserved reward for everything I had endured. Right then, in that moment, I knew we were on a collision course...."
"You wanted my body."
"Yes, you cocky womaniser, I thought you were born to breed me, and make me 'yourslut...' Right that moment, I knew that this was Fate's work. Like, look at you, you've got an impressive cock that can slay any woman, married or otherwise. That stamina you boast will not be quenched by those schoolgirls either... The Veela's could match your stamina, but why settle for someone subpar when you could have the perfect female form in your arms? I knew, right then, as you fucked me in my office, that we were made for each other...."
"This was god giving me back, I deserve you. People like Hermione, or Susan, or the countless fucked pussies you leave behind in your wake, they don't matter... People like us… we're the ones that get to have the real fun. People like us get to fuck. The school-sluts might give you a little thrill here and there, but they won't give you... that deep, earth-shattering orgasm you really need. The pleasure I 'desperately need which only you can provide to me."
She took another sip of the glass.
Lucifer wanted to say no, it wanted him to tell her that her perspective was 'flawed.' Humans, Werewolves, Celestials, Demons, everyone should have the right to be with whoever they want to be with, it was not fate, it was his own decision to come here, and by timely nature they just met.
But if he did, he'd be the biggest hypocrite of them all.
And as much as Lucifer wanted to deny, but seeing Amelia be a raging cunt to Susan made him stiff as a brick, he didn't know if he ever felt harder.
...Amelia just being there, casually asserting dominance over her, effortlessly humiliating them… it made his cock throb.
Come to think of it, wasn't that also why he was so fond of Evelyn? And why... 'Hermione Granger' was far more attractive than the one that had pledged loyalty to him?
Lucifer had to face the truth, he loved dominating others. And 'best women' were those that dominated 'other women or witches, no matter.
....Amelia Bones was right. People like them got to have real funz everyone else, they just stayed side characters. People like she and him were practically begging to be each other's.
But given how there was now an actual "Magical Contract" mandating their union, Lucifer could help but 'feel' the subtle hand of Destiny in it.
He had a bad feeling.
"We're starving animals, Darling," Madam Bones whispered sweetly, licking her lips, "And we will feast. Tonight, I will show you exactly what a motivated witch is fully capable of. And after that, I will 'own you."
Lucifer smiled, if only she knew what he knew. But perhaps… he wondered. Perhaps, he should tell her? She had been nothing but honest with. Maybe it was time to return a little of that trust back? It would only make the victory that much sweeter.
"You're right, we're on a collision course. And we will feast. Tonight, but here's where.. you are wrong. After tonight, it will be me that owns you. Not otherwise."
She held his gaze, neither of their eyes blinking, "You have the confidence of a god, Lucifer," Amelia murmured under her breath, it left her before she could stop, "I adore you, your power is beyond anyone I've ever known, except for perhaps, Albus Dumbledore and the Dark Lord. Your are wondrous. And I don't even want to comment... on the way you understand things that you are not supposed to know, much less understand at this age...."
"Your cock is massive, still in a growing stage and your stamina is unreal. You are indeed an enigma to me, Dear husband, and I will have fun 'unwrapping your' mystery after I've conquered you."
Laughing at what preaching, he was now hearing from a witch who had even driven Lockhart packing, at mere words of Susan, "You have no idea how your words amuse me, Amelia... But since we're being brutally honest with each other, perhaps it's time for me to share a secret or two with you. If nothing else, I don't want you to accuse me of unfairness later."
Her eyes brightened. "Oh? Do tell."
"You are right, you know. My cock can slay any woman, and my stamina will leave me with blue-balls while women lie groaning at my feet, unable to keep up with me... People like you and me are the ones that really get to fuck, but are unable to, because the rest of the world simply isn't able to keep up... You, because of your thirty seven-years of diligent effort, patience and willpower. And me, because I am the Devil--- persuasion, lust, sex, desire---that's my 'playground."
"The Devil…" Amelia breathed out the words, as if she was not understanding it clearly, a frown came on her brows, but then chose a reflexive conclusion of her own, "You're a demon, but that means---"
.......
"I see," Amelia said, after drinking an entire cup of firewhiskey, reeling alcohol from her mouth, "And you think that I'll be intimidated and walk away from... 'wager' because of that. Devil powers or otherwise, you're only twelve, maybe thirteen, Lucifer, don't forget that...."
"You misunderstand me," He said, smiling, pouring more of the throat burning liquid into Amelia's cup, "I didn't share that secret to intimidate you, Madam Bones... This is me levelling the playground. I thought the Hufflepuff in you would appreciate that..."
She furrowed her temples. "You —"
Lucifer took one 'final' sip, and put the glass down with a thud, "You're right. We are starving animals. And tonight, you will show me what you've got. As will I... But not with my powers. Tonight, when we feast, I will dominate you without them. It will be just me.... And when you're writhing on your bed, moaning my name, after surrendering yourself to me, I will make you beg for it. Beg me to give you an orgasm like you've never experienced. That is when I will show you what I am truly capable of. I will use my power, after the wager, and give you everything you've missed your entire life...."
"I'll be waiting, dear," Amelia mused, a genuine smile floating on her lips. "I definitely will."
The time had come.
Despite what he had planned, despite all the excitement that was about to happen with Amelia, he couldn't help but feel a little tense.
Spending the afternoon lounging on top of one of the towers, getting a birds' eye view of the entire place.
There was something soothing about standing at a great height, looking at things beneath moving like clockwork. A lot of people found the experience nauseating, but Lucifer enjoyed at the 'familiarity.'
......
Smiling wistfully at the memories, Lucifer had returned to the mansion sometime after sundown. It was time to get ready for battle. He hopped in the shower, cleaned himself, got dressed and prepared for the encounter ahead.
Finally ready, took a deep breath and made way downstairs.
As he entered the dining room, Lucifer noticed Amelia sitting there. She had cleaned up, and made herself look good, just like himself.
Noticing the thin shiny material of the robe struggling to contain her jutting rack, each of her ripe melons forcing the material outward. She had the robe synched tight, but size of her breasts was testing the limits, a hint of cavernous cleavage 'forcefully' exposed.
For a second, Lucifer wondered if she was naked under the robe. Susan was still conspicuously absent.
"What's for dinner?"
"Spaghetti bolognese," Amelia said, tucking a single hair that had fallen over her face. She flicked her wand, and the cutlery began to arrange themselves for the both.
"Where's Susan?"
"She won't be joining us," She commented off-handedly. "But I had her dinner delivered to her room earlier."
"You can't blame her after doing a number on her."
"Hardly," She drew her voice longer, "I only did what she asked of me. Not my fault she couldn't handle it." Then eyed Lucifer curiously, who had joined her to eat, Why do you ask?"
"I'm just… wondering, how all this is gonna affect your relationship."
Amelia dismissed his concerns with a wave of her hand. "Do not fret. Susan had a sheltered life, this is the first time she's really tested some uncharted waters and burned herself. She'll be fine. Besides…" And, smiled knowingly. "There is still one more lesson I need to impart to her."
"Don't you think she's already had enough?"
"Just because she couldn't digest the lesson, doesn't mean I should stop it midway, Mr. Bones. That's not how life works.... She started it, so she has to bear through it until she truly understands the consequences of her actions."
"The consequences could also strangle your relationship for good," Lucifer made sure to point out, "I for one wanted to experience Bones's Christmas game tradition."
Amelia paused at that, and frowned at him, she was asked to make one, she just noticed, "You genuinely care for her, don't you?"
Of all the things she had said to Lucifer, that statement caught him off-guard. Care? For Susan? What kind of 'fucked-up' doubt was that? Lucifer cared 'for' each and every one of his women, but admitting that fact was ludicrous, he wanted to laugh.
"I — what are you saying?"
Amelia was not done throwing curve balls, "I am not blind, darling. I've seen the way 'youlook' at her. Not as an object of your desires, but as someone you care for. Even with our little wager going on, you've constantly tried to keep her safe from my wrath.... And I know it's not simply a matter of getting into her pants."
Something about her words rankled him. Lucifer? Caring? For Susan Bones? For humans? It made no sense at all, he was just deeply fascinated by them now. That jealousy, pride. As the 'fallen Heavenly Archangel, he resented that humans were created in God's image and offered salvation and a divine destiny—honors he lost and could never regain.
His hatred was an extension of his rebellion against God. Lucifer for eons resented that humans were given the opportunity to be remade and reconciled with God, privileges he envied. They were granted dominion over Earth, a status that Lucifer envied, fueling his desire to 'hijack' God's creation and crown himself "god" of this world.
Slowly, he felt that Humans were 'flawed' and rebellious just as he was, yet were still shown mercy and grace, while Creator almost killed him, only to be begged by Goddess not to and was cast out, banished for eternity.
This deepened his desire to expose 'human failures!' An additional point of contention was the prophecy that (Jesus Christ) would ultimately defeat him and reverse the "Curse of sin."
He hated being blamed for human cruelty, frequently complains they do bad things of their own free will and then claim "the Devil made me do it" to escape accountability.
Lucifer always had viewed himself as God's executioner, not the source of evil. He had spent eons in Hell punishing bad humans, which initially made him cynical, but really he never actively sought to harm innocent people.
Stopped envying, and loved that humans possess 'free will.'
He practically goes on Vacations, to precisely to enjoy human pleasures, like music, alcohol, and relationships, and to live a life away from his "Father's strict" heavenly rules.
Albeit, this became his longest one.
Any bitterness Lucifer exhibited now usually stems from his belief that God manipulated "Humans and Angels "alike as pawns in a grand game.
With frustration directed at how such valued species of God, still refuse to take accountability for their own choices and constantly blame him for their sins!'
The part of him that didn't care about consequences, and only wanted what he wanted, no matter who got hurt.
That was who Lucifer thought he was.
Then why was he changing? What was it that was making him change?
"Husband?"
"Uh," Lucifer stammered, "You're just seeing things."
"Am I?" She taunted him. "Is that why she still has her 'virginity' intact? Even though she's been alone with you twice now, one of which was in the middle of the night?"
"You're spying on me!" he accused.
"Hardly," She almost shed her own shoes, "You forget this is the Bones mansion, Lucifer. This is my domain. The elves answer to my command, I have complete control over the wards.... Imagine my surprise when Susan walks into your room in the middle of the night, only to leave several hours later."
Lucifer stilled, he had gotten too careless, no relaxed here, "You, uh, knew—"
She threw her head back and laughed. "You're good, Lucifer, very good. Especially for someone of your age. I was initially quite annoyed, but then I realised that... Susan had not broken the protocol, and I realised what you did. That she immediately tried to get closer using that excuse to swim shifted the blame further upon her."
"She, err, wanted to cuddle."
"She wanted to do more than cuddle, and I believe you know that very well. Again, I will thank you for 'exercising' restraint. I do not believe she'd have said no if you had made a move. Things would have turned… 'difficult."
"And that makes you think that I care about her?" Lucifer's lips twisted into a cunning smirk. "Maybe I just want the Bones fortune all to myself."
Amelia scoffed the loudest she had this entire day, "I wasn't born yesterday, you brat!' The Ambrosius' is the richest 'family' in Wizarding World. Even the eloquent Greengrass or the Black's fortune must be a pebble on the road for you. The Bones are an old Noble family but fortune wise, we are 'hardly' in the same league."
Good point, Lucifer took an offensive approach. And no, it wasn't because he wanted to change the topic. Absolutely not.
"And you've been divesting away 'familyfunds' to support the DMLE. Not exactly the best financial decision for the Bones Regent."
Her lips frowned. "Are you trying to make me mad again, Husband? I can bite your delicious... 'manhood legally', and Greengrass could only be a mere spectator."
"Don't get your panties in a twist, Amelia."
Her lips twisted in a smirk. "That's assuming I'm wearing any."
Lucifer opened his mouth and then closed it, "I walked into that one."
"You did. And stop avoiding my question."
Taking a mouthful of spaghetti, chewing it, giving him some time to frame a passable response, "Is it really that difficult to believe that I can simply be a decent human being while being a womaniser?"
"Not at all," She commented. "I just find it interesting that apart from being a womaniser, you also end up adding your 'conquests' into your life in all sorts of significant ways."
Amelia raised a finger to stop him from even trying to refute that, "Hermione Granger, apparently your best friend, got turned into a kneazle cat-like half breed. I'd understand helping by paying for her and maybe even arrange for 'private education,' if it came to that.... thanks to the 'immense fortune' you have. But you do not treat her like a house pet, who need to be 'fucked' by you just to stay alive. And, yet she's a lover."
"Let me guess, Evelyn told on me?"
Amelia shook her head. "I 'inquired' while we shared... a couple of dinners eating and drinking food made with your semen, your blood, urine, your sweat.... Faeces, One of her better ideas, I'd say."
Lucifer stayed silent.
"You allow significant leeway to do things her way, and maybe even dictate your own.. 'public actions."
"She's better at public perception, I'd be a fool not to rely on her guidance."
It was just a narrow and half-hearted excuse, but only one that came to mind at knowing such 'bizarre' kitty parties happening between these two. Amelia shrugged and moved on.
"What about Mr. Crabbe's influence on not getting Clearwater a good job to support her family?"
"Really now? It just worked out that way. I needed someone of a certain position. Penelope was convenient and 'fitted' the bill."
"Is that why you hired her later?"
"Part of the job. And her resume is rather impressive."
"Must be," Amelia commented not paying it much heed to boot, and laid out everything she knew in totally cool manner, "For you to pay her two hundred galleons per month."
Lucifer said nothing this time around.
"And the list goes long. Tracey Davis. Halfblood. And three more recommendations made by Miss Clearwater... All of them halfbloods and muggleborns. Working for you at Lux with salaries that would make a pureblood 'froth in jealousy."
Oh, this one was easy. "They're skilled at their jobs. Finding skilled labour isn't easy, you know."
"May not be in the muggle world," Amelia simpered with a roll of her eyes, and waved her palm flat in the air to shrug everything, "But definitely yes in our world. I can randomly throw a pebble in Diagon Alley and it'd hit some talented halfblood or muggle born."
Damn it.
She took a mouthful of spaghetti and closed her eyes in enjoyment. The bitch. "Hannah Abbott, I understand bedding her. Half-blood daughter to a well-known pureblood 'family' that was suffering from the whims of Gideon Abbott who robbed them...From Susan's words, Cynthia, her mother basically told the daughter to practically jump in your arms.You are their loyal customer."
"Hannah cooks 'good food', and she is learning from Mrs. Abbott. That girl so young is even better than some muggle takeaways... Becoming their customer cost me precious little."
"Oh, then it must be your love for Hannah Abbott's cooking that you're working... to get them their 'fortune and status back' Just marry into Ambrosius' family, and they will become a vassal of your house. What an honor, and riches they will get...."
Lucifer gritted his teeth, she was starting to piss him off now, "What's your real point?"
"Veela Valentine sister's' photographs in the Daily Prophet' aside. My point is for someone that religiously adheres to the image of a serial womaniser, you're too quick to care about your conquests. Do you know 'why' you do that?
"I'm a great believer in benevolence of human nature, obviously."
She smirked, he was getting angry now, "It is because that is the only way you will allow yourself to be, and I know why."
"All right. Why?"
"Because you're ruled by guilt."
Lucifer laughed, a little too quickly, seriously him of all things, he lorded cosmotic guilt to self torture countless souls in his Kingdom, "Okay, this I have to hear. What guilt?"
"Guilt of taking what you want from our world, Lucifer Morningstar."
"An existence, creature that 'takes'. A creature that claws into the hearts and minds of another, twists and manipulates them, either by words, or actions, or supernatural arousal, spill their secrets.... until they are in bed, screaming your name in ecstasy....And somewhere along the way, you became afraid."
"Afraid? Of what?"
"Of your own power? Of what you were? That you were perhaps looking too deep into the abyss and the abyss was now beginning to stare back at you?"
He stayed silent.
"You came to be ruled by fear. Not fear of the Dark Lord, but ear of what you could be if you ever let yourself stray from right path...Of the power you could use.... You've thought about what it might be to bend the world to your will. The things you could have. The people... Some part of you has considered it and 'found' joy in the idea of using your abilities to take what you wish. And you are afraid of that joy."
Lucifer wanted to deny her words, but he couldn't. Everything she was describing was sort of right, but so wrong. She didn't know jackshit about his powers, or identity. She knew nothing, believed nothing, and only saw what wanted her to. And yet at the same time, conclusions she was drawing oddly 'fitted' the bill. It was like following a wrong formula only to arrive at the best answer, she could have gotten, so close to the truth.
"And that is why you've added bindings upon yourself. The women you bed, you are taking care of them. As if, it is now your responsibility to ensure that .. they get their rightful 'return' for being infatuated with you, under your Charm' for eternity. Sometimes it is through providing shelter. Others, through employment. Even your attempt at acquiring the Ambrosius' fortune isn't fueled by personal greed, but 'fear' of what that fortune might be worth in the wrong hands."
An empty laugh came out of Lucifer's body that had gone dry, "You're pulling all the stops at trying to make me look like a hero, aren't you? Like I'm some kind of Dark Knight."
She smiled. "Dark Knight. That's an interesting and oddly apt metaphor. After all, many of your actions of your previous years describe a White Knight complex.... Maybe I am wrong, maybe you're exactly the kind of greedy arsehole you claim to be, but isn't it interesting that for someone who acts in pure 'self-interest', you've spent the last thirty minutes trying too hard to convince me of it?"
That shut him up. Lucifer pushed the chair backwards and gobbled down an entire glass of water, then he looked at her. "You've made your point. So what do you want?"
She smiled. Again, it was genuine. "I just wanted to acknowledge that you, 'LuciferBones', are a good person. And should you, by whatever miracle, emerge as a winner in our little wager, you have my permission to court my niece."
Lucifer opened his mouth, and then closed it. And then repeated action several times, while staring at her blankly. Every movement of this didn't escape Amelia's focused eyes, as lips quivered in amusement. "Now 'finish' eating. You're gonna need a lot of energy after this."
After dinner, they went to Amelia's room. Not her office, but her room. The master bedroom.
For a few seconds, both just stood there, bathed in silence, appraising each other, waiting for the other to take action. And the silence was deafening, Lucifer's heart began beating, and sweat formed on brow.
"You ready?" She asked.
"Born ready," he said, trying to be cool.
"You're not gonna wimp out and be done in ten minutes, are you?" She asked. "Because after all this, if I find that your performance the other night was a 'fluke,' I'm gonna kill you."
"Please, keep judging me from the other night's performance. It will make my victory that much sweeter."
"Good," Amelia smiled slightly. She turned around and entered the room, sashaying her arse, making sure it held the boy's attention. Flicking her wand in complicated wand movements, and the temperature in the room decreased slightly.
She silently summoned a set of potion vials and placed it on the table next to her Queen-sized bed, "Potency potions, enough to keep you pushing beyond your limits."
"You're taking them beforehand?" Lucifer gave her a taunt while smiling at the vials present, "It's nice to see you realising the truth so quickly. Makes things so much simpler."
"Hoh..! They are for you, devil you may be, but you're only a 'fledgling'. I don't want you to complain about rigged odds later. This is it, Lucifer, your last chance to puss out and walk away. I've already considered you good enough to pursue a relationship with Susan, on condition that... Susan wants the same. I'm not without magnanimity, if you give up this wager, I'll even acquiesce to you marrying Susan, upon condition that we continue our dalliance behind closed doors. My little niece has understood that no matter how much she whines, no matter.... if she plays the Lady card, she'll never be able to satisfy you like I can. I have already won. All that remains is for you to swallow your pride, accept defeat and we can move on."
She put her hands on her waist and flexed her hips at him.
"But, if you really have the nerve, if you think you have what it takes, if you have the balls to fuck me into submission, then get ready. And if you do this, you shall see me as my true, unleashed self.... I have waited decades for this, toiled, given it my blood, sweat and tears, prepared this body for that epic climax when the gods would finally look upon me. Twenty years of Occlumency, twenty years of patience and hard work, added to my natural power and gorgeousness.... You won't 'face' Susan's aunt, Lucifer, but 'your sexual wife' that I am beneath this exterior. And if you turn out to be incompetent, well, that's too bad, I will tie you in my bed."
He had to admit, seeing her trash talk was getting Lucifer all rigid. So, he did the only thing appropriate for the situation, he laughed, "The question is, Amelia, if you're ready for me... You might think you're the Queen bee, the top bitch, but you're about to see something that you've never seen before. You're about to deal with something 'you've never experienced.' Are you ready for that?"
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And then Lucifer stepped forward, arrogantly pushing himself into her personal space.
"In fact, let's just finish this quickly, I need some night's sleep too. Need to meet Susan tomorrow morning before I leave.... She'll be glad that her aunt has accepted me as her future son-in-law."
"Oh, I'm sure you won't have to wait for morning to meet her."
Lucifer curled an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Amelia didn't reply. Instead, she just flicked her wand, and the door shut behind. She offered a vial, while taking the other herself, he denied gently, but she was stern with it, so Lucifer had to, eyes never leaving each other.
All that was left was him, her and the bed. Part of Lucifer expected that they would just rip off clothes, jump into each other's arms and furiously make out, barely able to contain passion.
But now that they were here, energy in the room was tense, and neither wanted to make the first move. Plus, both too controlled to do what both really wanted to do and just get down to business, to get it on hard and nasty. They were circling each other like animals in the jungle, Lucifer thought both wanted to conquer the other before even "hitting the bed."
Amelia sauntered forward arrogantly, her expression almost a condescending sneer. She flicked her wand at herself, and her robe undid itself and fell down to the floor. Everything, from her outer robe to her bra and the strapped g-string riding her womanly hips. She stood there, utterly, wholesomely nude, before doing a quick swivel, exposing her backside.
Lucifer had taped that arse before, but something about it 'felt' fresh and new. Each cheek jutted out like a shelf, round and smooth and juicy. Her arse was like a ripe fruit, aged to perfection. She spun around and put her hands on her hips again.
"Well?" she teased. "What do you think?"
"You are… gorgeous. Just absolutely gorgeous."
"Well, go on. Get started already, I'm not here to listen to you talk."
"Oh aren't you?" Lucifer challenged. "I think that's exactly what you want me to do. You want me to drool over you... I bet you love hearing guys at the DMLE whisper to each other about how hot you are, don't you? After being the big bad Hit-witch for so long, sitting on the Director's chair and having those young, freshly out of Hogwarts trainees bending backwards to do your bidding, you love that thrill.... Maybe you even have elves repeat all the 'filthy' things they whisper about you in the back."
"Yes, I do." Amelia said breathily, as her eyes flashed with raw desire, "I love how hot I am. I love being sexy. My father and the Potters might have robbed me of my 'ability' to pleasure myself physically, but it did nothing to stop me from taking mental pleasure."
Her voice felt like warm cocoa on a winter night.
"I shaped my body over the years, I made it perfect. I loved walking into my office, knowing that all those males would stare at me.... That they'd go home and look at their miserable ugly wives and compare them with the hot and sizzling DMLE Director who was at least a decade older than them, and yet, boasted a body their women couldn't boast in ten lifetimes."
As she spoke those words, Lucifer's eyes took in her voluptuous figure. The artful, succulent curves. The round arse, he admired their firmness, the way they created a smooth cleavage in front and back.
They were, quite simply, perfect. On her slim, lean frame, each massive udder looked all the more huge. Her 'flesh' was silky with a golden tan, nipples hard as a rock, aching for pleasure. Her entire body was calling out to him, begging to be touched, to worship it, to pleasure it.
Her flat stomach looked so tight and sexy, and even her belly button was hot. It was like looking in a sports car with all the best features. Lucifer just had to get 'in' her first.
"You're right in one thing though, Amelia Bones," he said, marvelling her exquisite form, "A body as gorgeous as yours, I know we fucked earlier and did all that but…"
"But?"
"Maybe it's the wager, but seeing you be this confident, this… dominant, it's arousing. Titillating. Sexy. Not even 'full' Veela's I met in France comes remotely close..." And then he stopped short, looked directly into her eyes. Amelia smirked at Lucifer in victory, who winked back at the vial standing innocently on the table.
"You spiked it with veritaserum."
"Yes," She said simply.
"That's why I drank it... to show my sincerity. And you never cared about the potency potions. All that taunting about giving up and your magnanimity was just a clever distraction, to get me to drink it."
"Yes on all counts," Amelia Bones agreed guilty about doing a crime that could easily be her two years in Azkaban, even here without authorisation, "It was quite convenient that you are so easy to rouse.... A casual dig about your masculinity and you 'fall' backwards to prove me wrong. A word to the wise, Lucifer. You must learn to control your emotions."
"That's sage advice and everything," Lucifer in question ignored, frowning. "But isn't it 'illegal' to spike someone with veritaserum without their consent?"
"Don't be a baby, a single drop diluted by ten pints of potency potion. It's absolutely 'safe' on all counts, except for the slight loosening of the tongue."
"Oh, well that kind of makes it all fine, except for one thing. 'Why did you put veritaserum in the potion?"
Lucifer demanded with utter consternation.
Amelia laughed delirious, "Had to be sure, love. We're under a wager, and I absolutely need to know if you were 'fibbing' about what you are, and more importantly, to keep you from lying even... when you are defeated and unable to go on." She smirked. "But my word, husband. Evelyn Greengrass of all people, guess she bedded you in return for making her 'daughter's life easy', and help to break the bloody curse... To think you'd be so cruel to use her own daughters against her, and even they are in love with you. Bagging their entire house, 'what a terrible, terrible man you are!"
"Who's to say there's no love involved? Or I am even affected by your spiking...."
Amelia's body stiffened, and then she relaxed into a song voice, "Show me everything 'you're capable of."
"Madam… Do you 'want' to lose? I'm just trying to make this a fair fight."
Her expression faltered. "That's sweet of you, but it doesn't work that way. This wager is me proving that I am more than enough for you... I can't prove that if you're playing with one hand tied."
"Amelia.."
Lucifer tried for one final time, "You don't know what you're asking. To this date on, I've only used my power 'once', and it wasn't nice. Trust me, you 'don't' want me to use it, even with its barely two or three percent of the original.... We don't even have physical bodies, what you see is just meat, seeing in all 'my glory' is like a blinding, scorching experience where your very soul feels like it is burning by hundreds of thousands of Dying Suns.... 'Your' spirit will literally turn into charred maggots from sheer, intense corruption of my Celestial Deity's presence...."
She grinned taking his words at the value of a plain Lumos's spell, "Now I absolutely have to test myself against it. Bring it on, promise me Lucifer, that you will use 'whatever you can."
"Amelia—"
"'Promise. Me."
He sighed. "Fine, I promise. I will use my power, this body is still young, and will take a while to get at my usual self... Anyway, when shit hits the fan, don't tell me I told you so."
"Sure," She almost wanted to get hands on the Philosopher's Stone, get a long life, and experience it for herself, "Now stop dawdling and let me inspect my goods."
Lucifer did a 'flick' with his own wand, and only removed outer clothes, leaving in boxers. Yanked down his boxers, and stood out of it. And from within, now released, bouncing around before coming to a stop, pointing directly at her, was his throbbing, 'hard-as-concrete' cock.
It jutted out straight from body, pulsing with desire, standing proud, almost felt like a lifetime ago when he had done this "subconsciously."
It was when he had fucked Lilith for the first time in bed. In a single 'fuck-session', she had changed from a dominating bitch to someone willing to betray the Creator if it meant she'd get more of his cock.
Lucifer had thought that she was just that much starved after being disgusted with Adam, when on their 'first night,' he tried to force her, and she ran away.
Finding him, the Serpent, who took her virginity, her every first. She didn't even shed robes in front of Adam, that's how 'furious' she was.
But it couldn't have been farther than the truth. It wasn't her. It was him. Or rather, Devil's Charm.
Lucifer thought back to when he had 'first' gained that epiphany. Bloody buggering hell, he had subconsciously altered Lilith's mind and her emotions in the way only a very sinister psychic dark curse could. And he had done it by 'fucking' her virgin holes. At least, that was the theory.
He stopped using it, but that didn't mean his curse wouldn't spread to any other he wanted to bed. It was the reason why all these were starving for him, just look at Granger. Using it properly against Amelia Bones, a woman with highly developed Occlumency, would be a true test of this mere "two percent."
It was time to see what the 'Devil's Charm', a perk forged of Pheromone and Femme Fatale could unleash when used willingly in human form.
Her eyes went down to Lucifer's crotch automatically, could see her running her eyes up and down the length of shaft, admiring, lusting for.
"Wow," She marvelled, licking her lips. "I am very disappointed you didn't show 'this' cock to me back when we fucked, young man."
Lucifer smirked at her attempt at chastisement. "You know what they say. Good things come to those who wait."
"Merlin, it looks so big, so smooth. And 'yourballs…" She licked her lips again, "Merlin, even the head feels larger. Fuck! It looks so 'powerful!"
"Guess you're not that sad that James Potter rejected you."
"Uh, no, not at all," She said, as if stuck in a trance, "My three decade long wait was so worth it. If just for this, I had been enduring to get..."
"You can touch it, if you want."
Amelia rolled her eyes at him, annoyed that Lucifer thought she needed his permission. She took a step forward, and ran a finger across the top of his dick.
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