Chapter 21: The Second Task, part 2
Hogwarts Hospital Wing.
Albus Dumbledore stared down at the unconscious form lying prone on the bed. It had been perhaps 10 minutes since they had all seen Harry give his would-be assassin his emergency Portkey, which had sent her right back to where they had departed from.
He had given each of the Champions the Portkeys just a few moments before Bagman had walked up with the goggles and information about the task's true objectives.
Dumbledore's instructions to them had been simple. The Portkeys were for emergency use only, specifically in life-threatening situations where no other possible way out existed. As an added incentive, they were told that using them would count as forfeiting the task and likely their place in the Tournament.
Dumbledore had stunned the woman the moment she'd materialised. The staff had quickly surrounded her after a quick examination by Poppy, and Phoenix transported her to the hospital wing, where Poppy was able to run a proper exam before ministering some Skele-Gro.
The door to the Hospital Wing opened, and Amelia Bones and two Aurors entered, none looking happy.
"Okay, Albus, what is it this time? Care to tell me why I was dragged out of bed in the middle of the night to answer an emergency call to come here?" Amelia growled, before her eyes turned to the form on the bed. "Who is this?"
"We do not know. She is someone both Mister Krum and Mister Potter encountered at a campsite in the Forbidden Forest. The Second Task is currently in progress and will conclude tomorrow at sunset. The champions are each wearing a pair of goggles that transmit what they see back here to screens we've set up so we can watch the proceedings. This lady attacked both Mr Potter and Mr Krum. We saw evidence of several dark spells, and even one usage of the Killing Curse before Mr Potter could subdue her."
Amelia nodded curtly before turning to Pomfrey. "How was she subdued? I take it they didn't stun her."
"No, they didn't, Albus did. Her pelvis is gone. Someone, I'm guessing Potter, vanished it," a very tired-looking Pomfrey said.
"Gone? Well that is…unorthodox…" Amelia said, looking impressed. "Moody must be proud," She muttered.
"There was also evidence of minor laceration throughout her abdomen. Someone hit her with a bone-breaker that shattered her pelvis before it was removed. Again, judging by what we saw, that was most likely Potter. That boy is getting more than a little aggressive lately," Pomfrey added.
"Alright, alright, I don't want to leave a woman this dangerous here at the school. She's coming to the Ministry with us," Amelia said.
"Might I suggest Saint Mungo's? Leave her under guard, of course. I suspect she might be a bounty hunter, and if she is, then taking her to the Ministry could give whoever hired her the opportunity to make sure she doesn't talk," Dumbledore countered.
"Fine, Saint Mungo's. I'll leave some guards with her, with orders to test everything she's given beforehand," Amelia said, gesturing to the two Aurors with her, who raised their wands. Soon, she was levitated from the ward to Pomfrey's office to the open floo.
"By the way, I hope Susan isn't staying up too late to watch those screens. Staying up this late isn't healthy," Amelia said as she turned to follow the two Aurors. Pomfrey had to bite her lip to stop herself from telling her old friend where her niece was.
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Harry stumbled through the trees; he was lost now. The only sounds he could hear were the occasional hoots of Hogwarts Owls hunting for food, the occasional flutter and squeak of what could only be bats, and the odd distant call of an unidentified animal.
It had been roughly an hour and a half since he'd seen Viktor, which put the time at around 11:30 pm, or closer to 11:45. Another fifteen minutes and it would be midnight. While the food they'd shared had warmed him up, it still wasn't what he needed.
He was still reviewing everything he'd seen in that weird maze, the memory he'd seen, and that strange form of magic he'd somehow acquired and used. He could still feel it, but when he tried to tap into it while stumbling over tree roots in the dark, it seemed just out of reach, like he was missing something.
He hadn't recognised any of the Professors in those memories, nor the girl, Isidora Morganach. He vaguely recognised the name Rookwood, and the giant head had resembled the face of the bearded man referred to as Rackham, but beyond that…
Though the transfiguration magic he'd seen Isidora perform had been impressive, she seemed to utilise that same form of magic he'd seen in the maze. He decided he'd have to think about it; maybe the girls would have some ideas.
He was tired, cold, hungry and still hard as a rock. He was reminded of those days after he and Hermione were cursed. He was glad he only had to wait 24 hours this time.
After a bit more stumbling, he paused as he smelled something in the air, something…sweet?
Taking a left, he followed the scent deeper into a particularly dense cluster of oak trees until he came across a small stream, the flowing water acting as a guide. Suddenly, he took a misstep and toppled over a ledge with a yelp. His foot sank into the underbrush, and he just kept going, the group gone from under him.
"Shite!" He yelled as he fell, grunting with pain as he hit the incline and tumbled, his clothes getting caught on rocks, roots and branches as he flailed. His wand slipped from his hand during the fall, but he was too distracted to notice as he felt the various rocks and roots scrape his skin and catch on and tear at his trousers, shirt and robes.
Finally, his fall came to a stop, and he lay there, groaning in pain. Somehow the goggles had stayed on his face, and the satchel on his shoulder, but his wand was gone, and now his clothes were torn and muddied, and he was sure he had several contusions, cuts and bruises.
He wasn't sure how long he lay there groaning in pain, but he eventually struggled into a kneeling position, then, awkwardly, got to his feet and stepped out of the underbrush, into a small clearing maybe the size of the Hogwarts library.
That strange, sweet smell was strong now, the stream he'd followed from above cutting through the clearing. Cautiously, he stepped forward. There was something…odd about this place. It didn't feel overly dangerous or anything, just bizarre. It felt…safe…almost like he could stay and not worry about the dangers lurking in the forest.
He blinked, wondering why it seemed so well-lit. For a second, he pondered if he'd accidentally cast a Lumos, but then remembered he'd dropped his wand in the fall.
No, the light illuminating the clearing was something else…something…familiar? It seemed to come from the grass, vines, the roots and even a few trees. It looked like the glow he'd seen in that strange maze, and now that he thought more about it, it looked like that strange glow he'd seen surrounding Fleur.
He realised it looked exactly like the strange glow he'd seen around Fleur, and even his partners had started to exhibit it.
The light wasn't much, but it was enough to see the vines and tree roots spread all over the ground, nothing that would trip him as long as he was careful. He also noted the light dusting of frost on the ground; there was no snow, just frost.
This place seemed rather nice. It certainly smelled nice. Like a freshly cut lawn, or a meadow after a fresh spring shower. Not that he'd been to any meadows, of course. Walking up to the stream, he knelt and dipped his hand in. It was surprisingly free-flowing, considering the cold; he expected it to be frozen. It was also deeper than he thought.
Reaching into his satchel, and ignoring the twinges of pained protest his battered body was giving him, he pulled out an animal-hide-covered leather flask he'd liberated from Zhou's camp. Dipping it into the water, he let it fill, brought it up to his face and sniffed. It smelled clean…he took a sip.
It tasted…good. Refreshing even, despite it being ice cold. While it probably wasn't a good idea to drink near-freezing water in the dead of night in late February, in the middle of a snow-covered forest, he couldn't afford to pass up fresh drinking water, especially since it was the only thing that could sustain him out here.
Harry turned around, then froze. Where before there had been nothing but a forest clearing, now stood a woman. She was tall, coming in at roughly seven feet, he reckoned, at most, six at least. Her skin was a pale green, and her long, pointy ears poked through tendril-like hair that resembled the canopy of a tree, with bright red blossoms growing out of it that matched the solid colour of her eyes, which seemed to glow in the low light. Yet, unlike last time he'd seen something with glowing eyes — Voldemort's face — there was no malice or hatred in them, just curiosity, excitement and something else he couldn't place. Besides the tangle on her head, she had no body hair whatsoever.
The latter fact was very evident to him, for she was completely naked.
The vision of beauty spoke in a soothing, velvety soft, husky voice that sent a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the temperature.
"Hello," she purred in a thick, sultry tone that poured into Harry's ears like warm chocolate and filled his thoughts and senses.
"Hi...?" he said awkwardly, shaking his head to clear his thoughts, looking up to meet her ruby eyes. Though it was challenging, she didn't seem to mind his eyes wandering, and even seemed to encourage it as she pushed her breasts out when she saw his gaze drop.
Harry had seen Hermione, Susan, Daphne and Luna naked more times than he could count, so he figured he'd be used to seeing a nude woman by now, but this was something else entirely. Her skin was completely flawless, not a trace of imperfection anywhere that he could see. If he were honest with himself, her skin almost seemed to be…glowing?
He blinked several times…no, she was glowing, not bright enough that it was blinding, but enough that he could see her without needing a lit wand. It looked identical to the strange glow he could see throughout the clearing, which he'd seen in that weird underground maze with those statues.
Her overall figure was a classic hour-glass silhouette; one might even say voluptuous; her breasts were large and firm, seeming to defy gravity in a way that made them look…perfect. Each one was capped by a pink nipple that was not only hard but seemed to glisten with something, which, on a second glance, he saw seemed to be…honey? Her stomach was flat and toned, her skin smooth as silk. Her hips flared outward. Her soft stomach, which surprisingly enough had a belly button, gently curved down to the top of her thighs, where the skin parted to form a pair of plump, soft, and very wet lips if the sheen covering them and the surrounding skin was any indication. At the apex of the slit was a hint of deep pink starting to emerge. He also noticed what seemed to be droplets of gold liquid forming on her lips, some of which dropped to the ground while others clung to her skin.
As he watched, her labia seemed to move of their own accord. They opened, seemingly with the same dexterity and prehensility that the lips on her face possessed, revealing the deep pink flesh within. He caught a very brief glimpse of her opening, soaked in a thick liquid as it seemed to pulse and clench, as if trying to grip something, and above it, there was her clitoris, which almost seemed to reach out towards him as if trying to get his attention. Then, just as quickly, her lips closed.
He caught himself staring, openly panting like a horny dog, and he tore his eyes away from her crotch, only for them to land on her generous chest, his face flushing with embarrassment, guilt and shame.
"S-Sorry…" he croaked, his voice cracking as his throat and mouth ran dry and his dick practically hammered the front of his trousers as if trying to get out. He suddenly wondered if the shivering he was experiencing was just the cold temperature.
Everything about this strange woman screamed femininity, lust, sensuality and sex.
She smiled at him kindly, "It is quite all right, young wizard. Feel free to look all you want. Does my visage please you? Do you find me desirable?"
"I…" Harry stammered. He did find her desirable, very much so. Part of him desperately wanted to touch her, bury his face between those breasts, or between her legs and drink from her. Why had he been wandering through this forest? He'd been looking for something…no…someone…maybe her? Had he been looking for her? That sweet aroma he could smell was getting stronger, and his thoughts were getting more hazy.
Smiling, the strange woman raised a hand, beckoning him forward.
"Come…" she cooed. If it were possible to turn the sensation of touching soft silk, warm liquid chocolate and honey into sound, then that is what Harry imagined it would be like as her words reached him and his senses seemed to dull, and all he could think about was obeying her.
Awkwardly, he stumbled forward and reached out a hand, wincing slightly as his battered body protested the sudden movement. Her face was truly beautiful, almost hypnotic, her smile sultry and hungry as her eyes ravelled up and down his body, pausing at his crotch, her pink tongue peaking out and slowly licking her lips as her eyes focused on the rather obvious tent in his trousers as he moved. Her heated gaze ravelled back up to his face as their fingers briefly touched, then she grabbed his hand and reeled him in like a fish faster than he could react, pulling him into her embrace as her arms solidified around him, and their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss.
His skin suddenly started to tingle warmly, and he shuddered. It was as if an electrical current was touching him, but the sensations were far from painful. He was so caught off guard by the kiss and the strangely long tongue suddenly filling his mouth that he didn't have time to think or react as her hands started to roam over his body shamelessly. One went down to his crotch to lecherously grope his erection, while the other went around his waist to grab at his butt. A deep, longing moan echoed from her chest, the vibrations ravelling along her long tongue and into his mouth, which only served to disorientate him more.
When the kiss finally broke, and he staggered back, panting, his eyes travelled back up to meet hers. Her gaze was intense yet non-threatening—inviting even—as he suddenly remembered he had somewhere else to be. He needed to get something, but what? "I…I have to go…"
"Will you not stay and hear us out?" the woman asked.
"'Us'?" he asked, his voice thick with confusion and arousal. Several giggles caught his attention, and he turned around, suddenly taking note of the six other women; each of various heights and builds, and multiple shades of green skin — except one whose skin more closely resembled the colour of honey — with strange branch-like hair on each of their heads — and not a trace below the neck — and matching blossoms and eyes, and all as naked as the first and seemingly blessed with an ethereal beauty that easily rivalled that of a Veela.
And each one of them glowed as bright as the ruby-eyed woman.
The smallest and youngest seemed to be the shyest. She hung back among the others, the blossoms in her hair a vibrant cerulean, as were her eyes, which peered at him curiously yet shyly in a way that made her look overly cute. She reminded him of Fleur's little sister, even though she seemed to be about his age physically.
To her left stood two others, who, on closer inspection, seemed to have matching yellow eyes and blossoms, faces, and what appeared to be horn-like branches sprouting out of their heads like antlers. Given their similarities, it was clear that they were twins.
To the other side of the smallest stood two more green-skinned women, one with purple eyes and blossoms in her hair and the other with pink eyes and flowers.
Finally, to the left of the twins stood the honey-skinned woman, who seemed to be the most endowed among them, which was saying a lot considering how well endowed the rest of them were, even the smallest of them, who at most was maybe five and a half feet tall, had breasts that he thought could easily match Susan's generous bust.
He shook his head, finally breaking out of the fog his mind had seemed to be in, and he could think again. Yes, he did have somewhere else to be: The Black Lake.
'What the bloody hell just happened to me? It was like I just wanted to get down on my knees and either eat her out or fuck her…it almost felt like Veela Allure…but…different somehow?' He thought. He remembered the few times he'd been exposed to the Allure but couldn't remember it being that strong.
'Or maybe…' he thought, '…most of the time I wasn't close enough to get a full blast of it. Fleur never really cut loose around me or directly at me…it was like at the World Cup but…stronger…maybe because she's closer than those veela were? Are they even related to Veela?'
He tried to step away, around the red-eyed woman, but one of his feet caught on something hard, and he lost his balance. With a yelp, he fell as he turned, arms flailing. As he fell, the satchel slid off his right arm as he collided with something unyielding. He groaned as his still battered body protested the sudden jolting and twisting. He also dropped the flask he'd been holding.
He lay on what he thought was cold, hard ground, groaning and dazed. His discomfort didn't last, however, as he realised his head was resting on very soft skin. Very smooth, surprisingly very warm, and very naked skin.
"Do not fret, we mean you no harm, young human," the strange green-skinned woman cooed soothingly as he realised with a start that he'd fallen into her embrace. She'd moved surprisingly fast to catch him when he fell and had positioned herself so that his face would land against her toned, smooth, remarkably warm lower stomach, his face practically pressed into the apex of her thighs. His arms instinctively went round her waist for purchase, his hands coming to rest on what he soon realised with a start was her buttocks. Her arms folded around him in a gentle yet firm embrace.
"Wait…what?" Harry stammered as he moved to get his feet back under him and properly stand.
"Do not worry, all is well," she replied in a soothing voice, a hand gently caressing his cheek as she pulled him to his feet and embraced him in a warm hug, pressing his face between her ample breasts.
He was shocked at how warm her skin was. As he looked up at her smiling face in confusion, she took the opportunity to lean forward, using a hand to gently tilt his head up until their lips met in another deep kiss.
He was so surprised by it that he offered no resistance as her surprisingly long tongue once again snaked into his mouth and started to explore. Her saliva was sweet, almost sugary, and it quickly filled his mouth as her tongue explored like a live snake, mapping out his palette, probing the inside of his cheeks, evening briefly duelling his short tongue before pushing to the back of his throat where it briefly paused, before gently easing further and down, sliding almost sensuously into his throat until she triggered his gag reflex, where she paused, and then to his surprise, started to gently thrust her tongue back and forth, moaning as she felt him try to swallow around it, the muscles in his throat massaging her tongue as the vibrations of her moans transfused to his throat, making his head spin.
She was fucking his throat with her tongue.
When the kiss finally broke, her tongue slipped out of his mouth with a lewd slurp, a strand of her saliva connecting their lips as they parted. They were both panting heavily, and the coldness he'd been feeling had somewhat faded thanks to the heat he'd absorbed from the few brief moments of contact with her skin. She was warm.
She was so warm that part of him demanded that he embrace her and press as much of his body against her as possible to ward off the cold.
"Be calm, take a deep breath, and relax…" she whispered huskily as she reached up to grab a bright red flower in her hair, pulled it down to his face, and blew on it.
That sweet smell he had been breathing for the past few minutes suddenly became all he knew. More heat surged through him, travelling down his torso, arms and legs so quickly he barely had time to register it, and all traces of the cold he'd been feeling vanished. His heart rate went from a steady beat to a rapid thumping that filled his ears.
The chill in the air seemed to vanish as his skin heated up, and the shivering from the cold stopped completely. His already hard cock throbbed and pulsed with the now-rapid beat of his heart, painfully constricted by his trousers and boxers. He gasped, shivering again, but this time not from the cold, as his arousal suddenly surged back to full effect, so strong that he couldn't ignore it now even if he were clear-headed enough to try.
"Is that better?" she cooed as she stepped back, brought her hands round to his front, slipped them under his robe, and started to push it open. Her fingers quickly found the buttons of his shirt and began to undo them.
He didn't respond, just stared at her in confusion.
"Good, now then, let's get you as nature intended you to be, shall we?" she breathed huskily.
He tried to articulate a response, but all he could get out was a gasping moan. Everywhere her fingers touched his skin, warm sparks of pleasure radiated outward. It was like he'd been hit with the curse all over again; whatever she was using certainly felt like the allure Veela used.
Not that he could be sure of anything at the moment, his senses becoming dulled by arousal, he hadn't even registered what she'd said as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it out of his trousers, while slipping his robes off his shoulders.
"I'll take that as a yes," the woman giggled.
"W-w-what?" Harry croaked, barely even registering two more hands that grabbed his arms and started to pull his robe off, while the woman in front of him moved her hands, smiled broadly, her hands dancing over his exposed chest as she licked her lips, her fingers teasing his nipples.
Two more pairs of hands started to fumble with his belt, button and fly of his trousers, though they seemed to spend just as much time cupping and groping his crotch through the fabric. Another pair of questing hands cupped his bum, squeezing it possessively. Then, Harry fully registered that four of the six other women he'd seen now surrounded him. But rather than feel crowded or claustrophobic, it felt…intimate.
"Mmm…not much in the stature department, but he has some muscle on him, and from the feel of it, a rather nice shaft. Hopefully, he knows what to do with it." One of the twins spoke up, giggling as she gave his shaft a gentle squeeze through his trousers, feeling it pulse in response as he groaned.
"And if he doesn't, we can have fun teaching him!" Her sister giggled.
"Careful now, we don't want to overwhelm him." The ruby-eyed woman said as she began to stroke his neck and cheeks. "Won't you please hear us out, young wizard? We mean you no harm. I'm sure if we talked this out, we could come to an agreement that would benefit us all."
"I don't see why we must talk things out when we can simply take what we need. He is a male; the only thing he is good for is providing us pleasure and fathering the next generation. That has always been our way. Besides, there are so few of us now that we cannot afford to pass up an opportunity when it wanders so willingly into our midst." One of the other women spoke, her tone sharp and dismissive. Harry turned his head to try to see who it had been, but couldn't see enough. He shivered at her last few words, as he was reminded of the previous thing Aragog said before his nest full of spiders attacked him and Ron, what? Had that only been 10 months ago?
The ruby-eyed woman scowled. "And attitudes like that have led to our kind having so few interactions with humans. On top of our rapid population decline, we can no longer afford to be so selfish. To ensure our survival as a species, we must approach humans more diplomatically and ask for their help."
"Also, it is some talk coming from you, Eris, when you say that it is our right to take from men what we want, regardless of their feelings, when you have not touched a man in centuries, preferring the company of human women. You certainly didn't bother partaking with the last one me and Cybele caught," one of the twins retorted, looking toward the one who had spoken so crudely.
The other woman snorted, "At least when I do decide to take a male, I don't throw myself at him and slobber all over him like you and your sister did to the last one to wander in here."
One of the twins, rather than being offended, just giggled and sighed forlornly. "Ah, yes…him. He was a fun one. We certainly enjoyed riding him to exhaustion, didn't we, Cybele?"
The other twin, Cybele, giggled, "Then nursed the boy back to health and rode him to exhaustion a second time. Shame nothing came of it, though. He was big for someone so young. Our new friend here seems about the same age, though about half the size."
"And as for us 'slobbering' all over the men we take, well, you're just jealous you don't have our appreciation for the delicious flavour of male flesh, or skill when it comes to using your mouth," Melissa retorted to the pink-eyed Eris.
"I have just as much skill as you do, slut! I don't like the idea of putting my mouth near one or swallowing their seed. It belongs in our wombs, not our stomachs," Eris retorted with a roll of her eyes.
Harry tried to follow the back and forth as best he could, but the sight of so much naked female flesh and the feel of their warm hands on his body proved too distracting. He suddenly remembered with a start that he'd dropped his wand in that fall. He looked around but couldn't see it anywhere.
"Lost something?" the ruby-eyed woman asked sweetly. Her hands had finished sliding off his shirt and were now gently massaging his chest and stomach, while the twins still groped his crotch, but hadn't yet tried to take off his trousers. The honey-skinned woman and the one with purple hair were still behind him, gently massaging his back and shoulders as they worked.
"My uh…my wand, I dropped it, when I fell down that incline…" Harry muttered.
The ruby-eyed woman turned and moved into the underbrush near where he'd fallen, stooped and grabbed something, giving him a rather nice view of her backside as she did so.
After picking it up, she moved back in front of him and examined it. "Holly, 11 inches, Phoenix feather. Not bad, but not the shaft we're interested in."
Harry tried to protest as she casually discarded his wand. It sailed off into the darkness.
"Hey! I need that!" he moved to try and grab it, but the ruby-eyed woman took hold of him, holding him in place with a firm grip on his shoulder, while the twins, the purple-eyed woman and the woman behind him stopped him.
"No, you don't. The only shaft you need to think about using now is the one between your legs. Speaking of which, it's about time we got a look at it," the one with purple flowers in her hair spoke. She was gesturing with her hands, and he blinked in confusion until he felt something slithering into his shoes. He looked down to see thick vines forcing their way into his footwear. He grunted in pain as the vines pressed uncomfortably against his feet until he heard the sound of tearing leather, and his shoes were quite literally ripped apart. His socks soon followed.
He then tried to kick his legs when he felt, and saw, more vines start to slither up his legs until they erupted from the waistband of his trousers, and it was then he realised, the twins, who had been groping his crotch, hadn't been undoing his trousers at all, they'd just been copping a feel.
The hands holding his arms then took a firmer grip and raised them to meet vines that wrapped around his wrists. Then, more began to slither down his arms and into his shirt, which was now unbuttoned but also under his vest.
With a grunt and a yelp of protest, he was suddenly lifted off the ground and suspended in the air almost a foot, bringing his face level with that of the women who surrounded him. Each one of them was smiling, humming, and cooing, their eyes all glowing with inner light. While he could see their excitement, he also recognised the looks of raw hunger and lust burning within them. Had it been decades or centuries since any of them had last seen a man?
The vines around his ankles tightened, stopping his legs from moving too much as the vines that wrapped around his legs writhed and bulged, and the air was filled with the sound of tearing fabric as his trousers were torn at the seams, and subsequently ripped apart, just as his shoes had been.
He was tugged and jostled this way and that a few more times, and his shirt and vest soon followed his trousers and socks, either pulled off and discarded or torn beyond repair. He was left suspended in his boxers, exposed to the cold February night. The warmth he'd initially got from inhaling the red-eyed woman's flower was already wearing off, and he was shivering again. But now that he was almost naked, he knew it would be even worse, especially when a powerful and cold gust blew through, making him shudder as the sudden cold hit him.
"There…much better." The purple-eyed one purred as she stepped around him, knelt, and started to caress his thighs shamelessly. The two yellow-eyed twins were still caressing his crotch through his boxers.
"Don't get ahead of us, Nyx. You know we would like to get first dibs." The twin with the larger horns said.
The ruby-eyed woman paused as she brought her hands up to the goggles on Harry's face, and he finally remembered he was still wearing them. He ideally wondered if anyone back at the castle was still watching, and if they were, he hoped they'd enjoyed his suffering so far.
"Strange, what are these for?" She asked.
"They're…part of a task…I'm taking part in. As long as I wear them over my eyes…they transmit what I see back to the castle." Harry replied in a panting breath, cursing his own body for responding so readily to the groping hands massaging his crotch, back and chest. Not that he could help it anyway.
The woman frowned, then gripped the rim of the goggles and lifted them forward and up, pulling them off his head and tossing them to the side, leaving him in just his glasses. When she reached for those, he spoke up.
"Not the glasses, I can't see without those." He grunted.
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Back at the castle, the Professors and students who had stayed up longer to watch the progress, namely 3rd years and up, sat in stunned disbelief from the moment Harry saw the first naked woman.
"'Ere! That's Kassie! And 'er Grove-Sisters…um…oh dear…" Hagrid spoke up.
"What?!" McGonagall yelped, "Rubeus, how do you know that Dryad?! And why didn't you warn us they were in the forest?!"
"Er… I didn't think any Champions would run into 'em, Professor," the half-giant replied with a shrug. "As for 'ow I know 'em, well, I uh…met 'em…once…just before that 'hole mess with the Chamber started," he admitted, his face turning bright red, an embarrassed, oddly fond smile on his big face.
McGonagall blinked, then turned to the Judges, who were all staring at Harry's screen with various looks of shock and either disgust in Umbridge's case, or pure envy in the rest, except for Dumbledore and Maxime.
"Can we turn off Potter's screen?" Sprout spoke up.
"Um, no. The screen will only shut off properly once the task is completed. If he takes the goggles off, there will just be static." Bagman replied, focusing more on the screen than the Professor.
After a few more minutes, when it became clear that Harry wouldn't take his goggles off, the dryad on the screen frowned, reached up as if to take hold of either side of the screen, then it went blank with static.
"Looks like she took his goggles off for him," Bagman said, somewhat disappointed.
McGonagall sighed in relief. She had been on the verge of breaking the Tournament rules and sending Harry a Patronus message telling him to take them off.
"How the bloody hell does Potter of all people end up in a bloody Dryad Grove?!" One of the Seventh Years complained.
"That's so unfair…lucky bastard. Hey, was anyone able to work out exactly where he is?" complained another. Several murmurs of agreement echoed that sentiment. Most of the girls just rolled their eyes, as did the female Professors.
Ginny sat, stewing in her envy, arms crossed as she glared at the static-filled screen, wishing she could Portkey to his location and get him away from those…creatures. Harry and Hermione might have told her that she didn't have a chance with him, that he saw her as a sister more than a potential love interest, but she was sure that wouldn't last. He'd come round eventually.
She would have rather had him all to herself, but if she had to share him, she would make that sacrifice. Since she was little, her mother had told her that she could be the next Lady Potter if she put her mind to it, so she'd made those pictures for Valentine's Day, to try and sway him, but they hadn't worked.
She still intended to do so; she had to figure out how. Now, however, it seemed he was getting entangled with even more women. It wasn't fair, but she would be patient.
A sideways glance at Ron made her roll her eyes. He looked furious, jealous, or likely both. He could have any girl he wanted if he weren't such a warthog all the time.
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"There, now we'll have privacy."
"Who…are you? What…do you want…" Harry grunted, shivering despite how warm he was. He sucked in a breath as he felt a pair of large, warm and very soft breasts press into his back as the woman behind him pressed herself against him and started to kiss his neck, her warm hands running up his sides from the waistband of his boxers, moving round to stroke his stomach, then moving up to caress his chest.
The twins were still stroking his crotch and thighs, which also made him shiver and twitch. They'd even started to lean in to rub their faces against the bulge in the fabric, taking deep breaths and sighing, or perhaps more accurately, swooning.
"I guess some introductions are in order. My name is Kassandra, that is Nyx," she gestured to the purple-eyed woman, the twins, and the one behind him. "The twins Cybele and Melissa, behind you is Aigle, and over there are Eris and Hagne. We are Dryads, Hamadryads, to be specific. Tree Nymphs born from the Goddess Hamadryas and the son of a Veela. It is from him that we inherited several of their traits."
"Our ability to use what they call the Allure, but to a lesser degree, our looks, and our ability to determine a human's true character and virility from tasting their essence," the one called Nyx added. "Along with the biological limitation that our entire species is female."
"As for what we want, that's simple enough." The one called Melissa said, "We want your seed."
"My…my what?!" Harry choked, not sure he'd heard her right.
"Your seed," Nyx spoke up as she knelt next to him. Two more dryads stepped into his field of view, the only two who hadn't approached him. "Your sperm. We want you to breed us. Impregnate us."
"Well, it's more of a case of needing over wanting, but we do very much want you to fill our wombs, as Nyx just said, our entire race is female. Like our Veela cousins, we must rely on males such as you to survive as a species," the second twin with smaller horns, Cybele, said.
"Please…wizard…Won't you please mate with us?" A silky, almost hesitant, yet hopeful voice whispered in his right ear. Though from the way she spoke, she sounded equally shy and aroused. He shivered again as warm breath washed over his ear, followed by something hot, wet and thick moving from his earlobe up around the edge, and he realised she was licking him.
Harry looked down at Melissa, Cybele and Nyx, who were all now stroking and groping his crotch and thighs, causing him to shudder in mounting pleasure. Kassandra leaned in against his left side, her wonderfully soft breasts pressing into his side as she moulded herself against him and started to mirror Aigle's actions with his left ear. At the same time, her hands joined Aigle's at his chest, then moved lower to his stomach, tracing the muscles she could feel. Their touch, combined with the almost-electric tingle that came with it, made him squirm.
The only ones who had yet to approach him were the young-looking dryad sitting on a small rock, gazing at him with curiosity and wonder as she idly caressed herself. Hagne, was that her name? Beside her stood the last dryad, who looked relatively lean and bored.
"Gently now, don't want to overwork him. This fine young stud has a lot of work to do," Kassandra spoke up.
"I know what I'm doing, Kassandra," Nyx said, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down, then off his legs.
His hard cock sprang free, to the approval of those gathered around him.
"Not bad, human, not bad at all." Nyx purred, her gaze turned ravenous as she stared at his shaft, her pupils dilated as she leaned in and took a deep breath, shivering and licking her lips hungrily.
"Oh, yeesss…he's as smooth as we are…is that the style these days?" Melissa wondered, her voice thick with raw lust, her own eyes burning with an intense hunger that reminded Harry of the look Hermione had given him those few days after they'd been cursed, the same look that Susan and Daphne had given him. Even Luna looked at him like she wanted to eat him at times.
Hell, they all still gave him that look, even Daphne, who was still too uncomfortable around him while naked to do anything, but in those instances he'd seen her face, he could see her desire warring with her fears. Though she had made some progress since Draco's sentencing. She could now look at his cock without flinching or wearing a look of disgust or fear, but she still wasn't comfortable touching him.
But seeing that same look of raw hunger, desire and open lust on the faces of magical creatures that he'd never heard of before — Hagrid certainly hadn't covered them yet — was totally out of the blue.
The way these dryads looked at him and fawned over him, he had to wonder…how often did they get to do this? It's likely not as frequent as they would have wanted.
Melissa then raised a hand and snapped her fingers. Two more vines came down from above and wrapped around Harry's ankles. The ones already securing them released him and sank back into the soil. The new vines then pulled his legs outward, as did the ones securing his wrists. Soon, he was left suspended, naked, in an X pose, with almost no slack to move. The most he could do was thrust and wiggle his hips.
Not that his lustful female captors seemed to mind. If anything, they approved.
"Oooh! He's putting on a fine display! Such a gorgeous shaft…not as big as the last boy we had, but decent enough. Look at those balls swing! They must be full of fresh seed…" Cybele gushed, her face a mask of lust and ravenous hunger. She was drooling.
Harry shivered and sucked in a breath as he felt her warm hand gently close around his balls, which made him stop moving on pure reflex, while the other took hold of his cock and started gently stroking it, sliding his foreskin back to reveal his glans beneath.
Melissa had positioned herself directly in front of him, her wide, hungry eyes locked on his glans as it appeared, her face less than an inch from it. He shivered again as he felt her warm breath blow over him as she leaned in, her lips making contact right at his slit in a gentle, almost loving kiss.
When she pulled back, her tongue leisurely emerged to slowly lick across his slit, making him shiver and gasp. To his right, Aigle finally stepped out from behind him, her left hand moving down his back to cup his bum while her right moved between her legs to rub at her wet lips. Then she leaned in against his right side and started to rub her whole body against him. Her large breasts, which were big even among the dryads, were soon pressed insistently against him.
Harry panted and groaned as the pleasure continued to mount. Aigle and Kassandra pressed against him, and the biting cold creeping through him started to fade. They were warm, their bodies radiating heat, and he had to admit grudgingly, if it came down to a choice between freezing to death naked in the forest or spending hours being the filling of a dryad sandwich, he'd rather be the filling of said sandwich.
Which he now technically was.
Aigle sucked on his right earlobe as she moaned in pleasure, before moving down to kiss and lick the side of his face and neck, before leaning down until her mouth reached his right nipple, and she started to suckle it. As she did this, she straddled his right thigh. She began to wantonly grind her wet vulva against his leg, panting and mewling into his chest as Melissa and Cybele started to nuzzle his shaft and balls, rubbing their faces against his crotch, moaning and purring the whole time, almost like a pair of horny cats.
"Is this…is this to your liking?" Aigle asked hesitantly, looking up at him, her voice heavy with desire.
"It should be. Males love being pleasured like this. Watch and learn, Aigle, you and Hagne aren't as experienced as we are," Kassandra giggled as she started to stroke his stomach with one hand, while her other reached around to take hold of his left buttock. "You're in for a real treat…" she whispered sultrily into Harry's ear, "Cybele and Melissa are self-proclaimed experts in using their mouths…not that the rest of us are inexperienced in that regard, but they just seem to have a natural talent and affinity for it, almost as if Aphrodite and Hēdonē themselves blessed them, at least so they claim. Now…enjoy…"
"Speak for yourself, Kas, Hagne has no experience at all!" Eris scoffed. The youngest dryad looked down, an expression of shame and embarrassment marring her cute face.
"She'll get her chance. Don't be mean," Nyx huffed, reassuring the younger dryad, then rolled her eyes as she watched the twins. "Are you two going to share that, or hog it all?"
"Feel free to join in anytime," Cybele said without looking away from Harry.
Melissa then leaned in, taking another deep breath as she ran her nose down the length of his cock, then pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his smooth pubic mound, then she started to plant sucking, smooching kisses along his length until she reached his glans, where she worked her tongue against the sensitive ridge.
Not to be outdone, Cybele mirrored her, licking and kissing her way up his shaft from the opposite side. When she reached his tip, she started to lovingly explore it with her tongue in exquisitely slow licks, smiling and swooning at the unique flavour.
When a droplet of precum appeared at his tip, her eyes locked on it and she smiled, before slowly dragging her tongue from his frenulum up over his slit, collecting the droplet before taking the tip of his glans into her mouth and gently sucking, before pulling back with a wet slurp.
"Mmmm…delicious…" she moaned, her eyes lidded, her face a mask of desire and hunger. Harry shivered and gasped at the sensation, thrusting his hips forward in a desperate attempt to maintain contact, which caused the two to giggle in approval. They then started to lavish his shaft with kisses and licks, alternating between kissing and licking the shaft. When they each reached his crown, they would bathe it in saliva, using their tongues to massage and caress it in a way he didn't even know was possible. He didn't want to admit it, but these two dryads were good. They easily matched the skills Hermione, Susan, Daphne and Luna gained from the curse. Part of him even thought the twins were better, but he squashed that thought quickly.
His capacity for rational thought and reasoning was quickly drowned out, the mind-numbingly exquisite sensations coming from below overriding his brain's capacity to think. All he could do was wiggle his hips and gasp, whimper and moan in ever-increasing ecstasy, the pleasure so intense, it bordered on pain.
He was barely even aware of Kassandra licking and kissing his left cheek, ear and side of his neck while she gently ground her wet slit against his thigh, her right hand gently massaging his left buttock while her left hand slowly moved down his stomach. Aigle was still grinding against his right leg, her movements more erratic as she hungrily sucked his right nipple, her left hand tightly gripping his bum while her right hand had replaced Kas's hand at his chest as she mewled and moaned in her mounting pleasure.
Nyx sat to one side, pouting. If Harry had been lucid enough to look down at her, he would have seen the emotions warring on her beautiful face, as she stared at his crotch, licking her lips every few moments as she watched his flesh continuously disappear then reappear between the twins' dulling tongues and mouths, their impassioned moans interspersed with the wet, slurping kisses they lavished upon him.
"Well, if I can't have his rod, I'll take his balls. Now move aside and give me enough room," she demanded, crawling forward.
The twins moved to either side to make room, their mouths focusing on his glans, their tongues intertwining regularly as they danced over it, collecting the now free-flowing precum as it leaked from his tip. First one of Melissa's, then Cybele's hands each reached between the legs of the other, and they started to gently caress each other, moaning and mewling as they did so.
"Nyx might talk tough, but honestly, she's dying to taste you…she hasn't tasted male flesh in decades. None of us have," Kassandra whispered as her left hand finally reached his crotch and she took hold of his shaft, and angled it upward. A brief mewl of protest from the twins was heard before they reclaimed his glans. Kassandra then started to gently stroke his shaft with a gentle grip, pulling back his foreskin entirely, letting the twins eagerly trace the blood vessels that stood out against his shaft before they moved back to his glans.
Nyx went lower, craning her neck as she brought her face up against his balls. She pressed her nose to them and inhaled deeply, sighing and moaning with a shudder as the unique mix of his male scent blended with the distinctive smell of his seed, filled her lungs. She started to lick them gently, almost lovingly, her eyes flicking up as she moaned decadently, savouring his flavour.
Harry gasped and looked down, eyes wide as he panted in bliss. His gaze met Nyx's purple eyes that shone with blatant lust. He was surprised to see her gazing up at him with a warm, gentle smile that was surprisingly affectionate. She gave him a flirtatious smile, followed by a lewd wink, before she resumed her task with a remarkably gentle enthusiasm.
A mewling, muted cry from his chest drew his attention to Aigle as she jerked her wet slit against his thigh in halting, erratic movements and squeezed his leg between her powerful thighs as he felt wetness spread from her slit as she jerked and convulsed in orgasm. Then, after maybe a minute of that, she went limp against him, taking deep breaths through her nose, her lips still locked around his right nipple. Kassandra was still leisurely grinding against his left leg as she cooed in approval.
"Was that good for you, Aigle?" She purred.
"Mmm…hhmmm…" the dryad hummed and purred as she released his nipple and raised her head, her face a mask of satisfaction and contentment, yet her eyes still burned with arousal. "Very much so…"
Her eyes drooped as she lay against him, lazily planting open-mouthed kisses on his skin, making him shiver as she slowly licked over his skin, causing it to break out in goosebumps.
With a sigh, she looked down at Nyx and the twins.
"Is there room for one more Nyx?" She inquired, sinuously sliding down his body, sinking to her knees until her face was level with his balls, which Nyx was still eagerly licking. Silently, Nyx moved a little, giving Aigle room to claim his right orb. Nyx hummed as she planted a particularly sensual kiss on his left testicle before dragging her tongue across it. Then she pulled it into her mouth and started to suck gently. Aigle soon followed her lead, and soon, Harry was panting heavily, reflexively tensing his muscles as he felt their wet, hot mouths gently suckle and lick his family jewels.
This was hardly the first time his body had been shared in such a way, but for some reason, his fogged mind couldn't fathom, there was just something about the dryads' techniques that seemed to surpass those of his human lovers.
Harry panted and whimpered as the combined stimulation from the four dryads kneeling in front of him pushed him ever further toward his climax. His numerous sessions with his human lovers had increased his tolerance for pleasure, increasing the amount of time it took for him to peak, but he was now rapidly reaching his limit.
His perception of time started to pass by in a blur, and the bliss saturating his senses became increasingly intense. His stiff shaft tingled and throbbed almost painfully as Cybele and Melissa licked, kissed and suckled his glans with a passionate enthusiasm that rivalled that of his human lovers, their tongues tracing his foreskin where it joined his head, meeting at his frenulum. Occasionally, they would alternate between worshipping his glans and plying sinfully slow licks to his shaft, even switching, one taking his glans while the other tormented his shaft.
It was all becoming too much for him, and with a loud wordless cry of release, of surrender and guilt, he wiggled his hips as much as he could, thrusting forward as he came. His cry was quickly muted as Kassandra gently turned his head towards her and kissed him deeply while her other hand continued to stroke his dick which she now aimed at the twins' faces, which pressed together as they moaned in unison, their tongues, which duelled for dominance at his tip, were suddenly pained white with his release, then their green faces were painted soon thereafter with ropes of thick off-white goo.
"By the Goddess…the taste…it's been so long…" Melissa moaned as she caught a large spurt in her mouth, then a second across her left cheek.
"The smell…mmm…Ambrosia…" Cybele swooned as she stuck out her tongue again, catching another spurt, then let a couple more hit her face.
"About time," Nyx grumbled impatiently as she quickly brought a hand up to catch another spurt of his cum on her fingers, which she promptly sucked clean, letting out a slight hum of approval, a faint smile momentarily tugging at her lips.
Harry's cock gave another twitch and a final couple of spurts erupted, only to be caught by Kassandra's fingers and Aigle's darting tongue.
"By the Goddess...I can't remember the last time I tasted a male so…sweet." Aigle breathed as she stared at his crotch with a look of wonder.
"He does have quite the flavour." Kassandra agreed, smacking her lips after licking and sucking her hand and fingers clean. The twins pitched in.
"Can't you taste it, though? He's the most virile male I've ever tasted. And my sister and I have tasted a lot of men." Cybele and her sister exchanged a look, then with Aigle. "Do you think...he could be...that it could be him?" her tone romping from speculative to hopeful as she spoke.
In the background, Eris snorted, "Don't be stupid! That's just a story horny dryads like you tell each other to get off. It's just a legend."
"But what if it isn't!? Nyx, surely you agree! Kas?"
"He's got some flavour, but I probably wouldn't go that far," Nyx replied.
"But what if we're right? And he is the one? We can't let him go!" Melissa protested.
Harry blinked in confusion as he attempted to restart his brain. "Wait…what?" They weren't going to keep him here, were they? They couldn't!
"Forgive them, wizard. Cybele and Melissa are obsessed with an old dryad prophecy, more of a legend. Well, some say it is a baseless story shared between overly frustrated Grove-Sisters, others say it is a true legend, and some say it is a prophecy whose true origin is lost to the ages," Kassandra said as she leaned in and started to kiss his chest, her tongue circling his left nipple before she closed her lips around it and began to suckle.
"He's still hard…shouldn't he have started to soften yet? He did release a lot," Aigle noted as she reached up and took hold of his shaft, angled it towards her and leaned forward, gently circling his glans with her tongue, moaning as she collected the last few traces of off-white liquid, licked her lips, then when she felt his shaft twitch in her grip, she planted a gentle kiss right on his tip, her tongue flicking over his slit just in time to catch another spurt of seed. Her eyes fell closed as she leaned forward, wrapping her lips around his glans with an agonisingly slow slurp and decedent moan.
Then, she sucked.
Harry grunted and moaned at the intense stimulation; the combined efforts of the dryads had driven him to a level of sensitivity he didn't know he could reach. Not even the enthusiastic ministrations of Luna, Hermione and Susan had made him this sensitive.
Kassandra reached down and gently cupped his balls, her warm hand gently cradling them, making him shiver. She released his nipple and moved back up to kiss and lick his left ear.
"Hmm…I think he still has some left, and you're right, he's still hard and ready," she then whispered huskily into his ear, her voice deep and sultry. "How are you still so hard? You should have softened even a little bit after that. How long can you keep going?"
Harry gritted his teeth as he tried to think clearly, which was being made increasingly difficult by Aigle slowly drawing his erection into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue coiling around it like a live snake until she bottomed out. He also felt Kassandra's hand release his balls, only to once again feel two tongues start to lick them from either side. Looking down as he panted and moaned, his body tensing again, he saw the identical faces of Cybele and Melissa hungrily and eagerly worshipping his balls, lustful smiles playing across their faces as they both looked up at him with expressions that seemed oddly affectionate, yet also full of lust and hunger.
As Aigle started to bob her head along his length leisurely, the twins began to worship his testes in earnest, then almost as if they'd planned it, the two gently started to drag their tongues across his balls in unison, just as Nyx and Aigle had done.
"Are they right about you?" Kassandra whispered into his ear, "Could you be the one our kind have been waiting centuries for? Could you be the one who will save our kind from extinction?"
Harry grunted, his senses quickly becoming overwhelmed to the point where he couldn't focus on what Kassandra was saying, only on the pleasure that was again building to such intensity it would soon border on pain.
"What...are you..." he tried to say, but a particularly strong suckle from the twins cut him off.
"What do you know of our kind?" Kassandra asked. Harry could only shake his head in answer.
"I don't...even know...what you want...with me," he replied, between grunts and whimpers, which were matched by the hungry moans, sighs, and muffled giggles from the tree dryads working him over.
"Isn't it obvious? We've already told you. We want your seed. But if you want it spelt out for you, fine. We want, no, need you to breed us. All of us," Nyx replied as she watched her sisters work, a look of impatience on her beautiful face.
"We Dryads are a long-lived race, and each of us is bound to a magical tree in a truly symbiotic way. We die only when our trees do. Any damage the tree suffers is reflected in us. As Nyx has said already, there are no male Dryads; we must rely on the generous donations of others, such as lucky humans like you, for us to have daughters. And in our specific case, the Centaurs and Unicorns refuse to help us," Kassandra explained.
She then leaned in and whispered sultrily into his ear. "Will you not mate with us? Provide us with daughters? I promise it will be well worth your time and effort. You do taste incredibly virile, it should be easy for you to make our wombs swollen after only one try each, and if not, well, you can spend the next few days trying."
"I…have…to get to…the lake…" Harry panted through the euphoria he was feeling. "I have to save…them…" he panted in response.
He then went into a somewhat awkward and desperate explanation of his situation and why he'd been wandering through the forest. When Nyx spoke up and said it was doubtful that the merpeople would hurt anyone if they were taking part in a test, he mentioned the curse he was under.
"How long have you been under the effect of that magic?" Kassandra asked. Harry gritted his teeth as he thought back.
"About…three months."
"Then you must be very popular among the girls at that school if you have survived this long. I thought something about you tasted different to other males I've had. It's the magic of Aphrodite I can taste," Melissa spoke up briefly before returning to her work.
"I can't feed from just anyone, I've tried…four of my friends were also affected, I've been feeding from them, and feeding them. They're at the bottom of the lake now…I have to get to them…" he panted.
Kassandra tilted her head. "We know this magic you speak of, though we have rarely seen it; we know what it leads to, at least for any female affected with it. It seems to have also affected your flavour, making you sweeter than any other male we've encountered, possibly even increasing the amount you can produce. Short of divine intervention, you may never have it lifted, I'm afraid. But is that such a terrible fate? Spending the rest of your life drinking from a woman's wellspring of life?"
Wellspring of Life? He'd never heard it be called that before. However, it did sort of fit.
"You say you could not feed from just anyone? Are you sure you truly wanted to at the time? There is a mental component involved. The one feeding must want to." Nyx asked.
"What?" Harry asked. Fleur hadn't said anything about this…
"Yes. For a man, or woman, affected by that spell to survive by feeding from anyone who isn't also affected, they must truly want to do so; if they do not, it won't matter how many men a woman pleases, or how many women a man services. If you truly wanted it, then any woman could have sustained you. Now, when it comes to beings such as a Centaur, Elf or even a Unicorn, or indeed, us, you would be able to draw nourishment from them even if you did not wish to. We would be enough to sustain you, or perhaps even one of those elves you keep in the castle." Kassandra explained.
Harry almost choked as he processed what she had just said. If what she was saying was true, then he could have fed from Luna —before she cursed herself— Parvati and Lavender if he'd wanted it. He honestly thought he had at the time, but apparently, he hadn't, on some subconscious level.
She was also implying that he could have fed from a female Centaur, Unicorn or even a House-Elf?!
Well, the book had mentioned that being an option for those affected, but hadn't Fleur said the book was not entirely accurate? There seemed to be a mix-up somewhere.
"The magic of that spell takes out that requirement when two are under its effect and feeding from each other. And in the event one were to feed from a magical being, that would also negate that requirement. So yes, you could happily put your head under a unicorn mare's tail, a centauride's tail, or between our legs, and that would be enough to sustain you. And it is something we will gladly do, in exchange for your help in increasing our population," Kassandra said, smirking.
"What…?" Harry grunted as he felt his pleasure begin to spike; he was getting close. Again.
"What is your name, young wizard?" she asked.
"Harry…" he grunted.
"Well, Harry, when was the last time you fed from a woman?" Kassandra asked, ignoring his question.
"Last night…24 hours ago, maybe. Though I did try earlier today, nothing came of it," he grunted.
"Then you must already be feeling the effects of withdrawal. The more you exert yourself, the longer you go without feeding, the weaker you will get. However, if you were to feed from us, the innate magic within us would be enough to give you what you would need." Then, to prove her point, she brought up a hand and lifted her left breast while using her other hand to tilt his head down, until his mouth found her nipple.
"Drink," she commanded.