One blonde eyebrow quirked up. "It's Greengrass, Potter. Daphne. But don't think you can get familiar with me. You're still a Gryffindor, and I'm still a Slytherin."
He shook his head. He knew full well how it would go for the both of them if it got out that they had had sex.
"Master," Lilith cooed once more in his ear, "you might want to tell her to get dressed. I sense a male approaching. If he looks in here and she's like this..."
Harry gulped. "Er, you might want to get dressed. There... could be a patrol."
Her breath hitched. Then she jerked to a sitting position. "Shit! How could I not think about that? Shit, shit, shit... it's a good thing you pulled out, Potter, because I'm not on the potion, either! I... shit, shit. You need to get dressed too, get out of here! I'll be fine. Go!"
Harry was already half-way out the door when she finished talking, though still just as naked.
He ran, panicked, all the way back to the Room of Requirement and was inside before he registered Lilith's tinkling laughter following at a much more sedate pace.
As she ambled into the room, just as naked as before, Harry fought down the urge to take her right there, just to show her. Instead, he growled, "Thanks for the warning. A bit earlier would have been nice."
"Warning? Oh... I just said that to get her moving," Lilith smirked, "Because I want my turn."
Harry scowled, "But you just-"
"Ah, ah," Lilith raised one finger, "I used my powers, three times tonight is the price. I've gotten two. If you think I'm being unfair, you can refuse... and I can take you back home. That's the contract."
Harry's scowl switched to a frown almost at once. "Still, I just... twice. And the girl- Daphne. She..."
Lilith's eyes rolled, and, with a gesture, she threw several small, flickering yellow flames around the room to provide a little more light than the still faintly-glowing ritual circle and his own candles, which were now burning low. "She's fine, the nearest male I felt moving was on the other side of the Castle. She can make it back just fine, I'm sure. But, if it will make you feel better, I'll sense her out in particular. At no extra charge."
Harry's frown deepened, but he nodded, crossing his arms across his chest, all the while wishing the sight of the too-young-looking succubus didn't immediately make him rock-hard.
Because, despite a harrowing run and having just lost his virginity and finishing in Lilith's mouth twice, Harry was indeed, hard once again.
But he only watched as the succubus closed her eyes and, slowly, began to spin in a circle.
After a few seconds, three-quarters of a turn, or near to it, she stopped. One dainty hand rose about half-way to horizontal and pointed, "There. She's moving down a stairway, I think. Stopped. Now... moving that way... down three stairs... that way now... still... turned again... and stopped. I think she's in her room, because I can sense five other girls roughly her age in the same area."
Harry forced himself to remember past the distraction of Lilith's body. There was Daphne, of course. Davis, he thought, the pretty petite girl with the glasses- another he wouldn't mind shagging. Parkinson (again, if only to humiliate her and Draco both). Bulstrode. And... those twins, maybe?
He'd never talked to any of them except a few exchanges of insults with Pansy.
Then Lilith opened her eyes and turned toward him. "Now, my payment..."
Again, her voice was low and sultry, far too much so for the child-like form, but as she stalked toward him, Harry found himself unable to move. Not because of whatever she had done to paralyze him before, but because...
Damn it, he did want her. Badly.
Lilith stopped two of her own paces, perhaps one and a half of his, in front of him, and opened her legs slightly, then raised both arms to the side, before turning slowly, giving him a chance to just look at her.
Okay, he conceded, child-like in size, maybe, but she's clearly not. The succubus' breasts were, as he'd seen right after she had appeared, small, but noticeably there. Those of a girl, he guessed, between twelve and thirteen at the youngest. Her rear was more curved and shapely than Daphne's, though not by much, but it appeared to be more because of the shorter stature.
The wings, tail, and horns - he could see one tip just poking out, noting that they were a dusky red sort of color - didn't throw him off at all, because the more important parts Harry knew were all there.
If anything, her nature adds to the effect.
When she had completed her rotation, Lilith stopped and looked up at him. "You can be gentle, or you can do it hard, like your blonde girl. Just use me."
"Use you," Harry repeated slowly, as if trying the words out. She had used that phrase several times before, while they'd been discussing the contract.
Not 'have sex with', or 'make love to', but 'use me'.
Lilith did not respond, not even with a blink. She merely watched him.
"You want me to use you, huh?" he murmured, eyes slightly darkening with lust.
Again, she didn't answer.
"Use you like, what, a whore? A slave? Just rut on you until I'm spent, giving you nothing but my seed?"
Lilith said nothing, but her small body gave a tiny shudder.
"Stay there, don't move," he ordered, the small movement giving him a flash of inspiration.
He slowly dropped to his knees, eyes not leaving hers. The move put his head level with her breasts, such was the height difference, but that was enough even with their proximity.
"I see," he muttered, "you're getting wet. Dripping, in fact. You do want to be used. Tell me the truth."
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