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Harry Potter: Monster Girl Quest	By : Almister Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 196491 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 31
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"Alright then Harry. Just take a pinch of the powder, not too much, and toss it in the fire." The Weasley matriarch encouraged. I followed instructions and watched as the flames turned green. "Now step into it, just like that..."
The fire was warm, but not uncomfortably so, though it did send air currents up the legs of my trousers. Tsukiko skipped forward as well, coming to rest around my ankles. She's become a regular fixture around the house the past few days, integrating herself seamlessly enough that most assumed she had taken to me as a new familiar.
Despite all the evidence suggesting floo travel was perfectly safe, I was nervous. Nervous enough that I knew instantly I'd botched the name of my chosen destination.
Floo travel, I decided somewhere during the nauseatingly dizzying ride, was not a favorite of mine. When I finally exited the system in a tumble of ashes and soot, I barely had a moment to collect my thoughts before hitting the floor. Hard.
I lay there a moment, trying to get my head and stomach to stop spinning in opposite directions, as Tsukiko happily strode across my back to look around. "Where are we..?" I groaned, pushing myself up. The place was dark enough to be a basement, with dark wood floors and numerous shelves holding strange goods.
The store is dimly lit form the inside, the small gas lamps giving off a sickly green glow, giving it the look of a basement rather than an approachable storefront. Glancing at some of the labels on the items lining the selves, I can only imagine that was part of the plan.
I glance about, nervously checking for the owner or other patrons, all the while wishing I had my invisibility cloak with me. Wherever this place is, it's obvious I don't want to be here. I'm nearly to the door when Tsukiko gets my attention, shifting into her human guise. "Hey... This is curious..."
"What is?" I hiss, eyes flicking to the door. "I really don't want to be here."
"Sure, sure, we'll leave in a moment, but... Check this out." She whispers back, a smirk crossing her face.
Reluctantly, I head over to what she's viewing. On the counter are several cauldrons filled with softly simmering potions of various colors. "Mulciber's Mixture of Masculinity. Elixir of Oxen Fortitude. Cleopatra's Curvature. Fiona's Femininity." I read off slowly. "Are these..? Identify!" I hiss, pointing my wand at the first.
Mulciber's Mixture of Masculinity: Qulaity 67%.
Effects: Generalized increase in physical sexual endowment, including size of both penis and testes, as well as volume of ejaculate. As with many sexual enhancement potions, tends to cause a drop in overall mental facilities. Poor quality increases the likelihood of severe side effects.
"Uh... We shouldn't touch this stuff." I decide immediately.
"They're interesting though, aren't they?" Tsukiko remarks, reading the labels on several more. "There's some really weird ones, this one claims it can give you a forked cock." She giggles.
"I'm not sure I'd appreciate you quite as much if you had a forked cock." I joke back slyly.
"I'm your fiancée, you're supposed to love me unconditionally. Even if I want you to bend over and take it every so often." I roll my eyes at her joke. At least, I hope it's a joke. "Hey. If you get your potion skill high enough, can you make stuff like this?"
"Uh..." I quickly check, flipping through the potion section of the codex. I can't see the information or instructions, but the potions are all clearly present, including several more with rather... curious names. "Yea. Looks like it. They're all upper-sixties to lower-eighties at least though."
Good god that list is vast. I can't imagine who came up with some of those recipes, but some of the less permanent ones would be good for pranks. "If we can go now, I promise to make some of the safer ones in the future."
"Really?" She grins widely, and I know I'm going to regret making the deal.
"Really. Now let's go!" I hiss, pulling her to the door. She drops back into her fox form halfway there, and soon we're outside.
The outside is just about as gloomy as it was inside the store. Borgin and Burkes, it's apparently called. I make a quick mental note of it for later. The sky overhead is overcast, and even so there seems to be a perpetual darkness over the alley for this time of day. Everyone around mills about minding their own business, many wearing dark clothing and doing their best to hide their features.
I immediately decide against asking for directions.
The alley, for that's what it most resembles, goes in two directions, quickly winding out of sight between haphazardly placed storefronts and ominously dark alleyways between. The cobblestones underneath seem old, worn, and rather dirty.
All in all, it tells me little of where I am.
So I just start walking.
Tsukiko stays right by my heels as a few strangers pass by. I spot an old woman, hideously ugly from what I can see of her, lurking under one of the awnings up ahead. She turns to follow me with her head as I stride past, idly picking up my pace.
I don't need very good hearing to notice her begin to follow me. 'Curse you sex appeal.' I mentally grumble, for the first time realizing that it may be a double-edged sword.
I round another bend in the alleyway, and spot something even more terrifying than the woman following me. Up ahead, coming down the obviously disreputable alleyway, is Draco Malfoy. Followed by what must be his father.
If I'm caught here...
For a brief moment I panic, caught between the hag behind me and the loss of credibility up ahead. The hesitation nearly costs me, as a third figure sweeps into me, quickly gripping my arm with surprising strength and dragging me forward along with her, towards a nearby alleyway.
I'd place her age at around 16, I observe, trying to figure out what's going on. She's dressed in an old gothic style black dress, complete with black gloves that reach up past her elbows. A parasol hangs across her shoulder, covering her from what little light trickles in from above. Her hair, brown and impeccably straight falls down like a waterfall over her shoulders.
I notice right away that she's leading me dangerously close to the Malfoys. Even if we hit the alleyway, they'll likely see us. "Don't struggle." Her voice is calm and composed, cool and collected. It pushes past my panic and allows me to calm down, letting me attempt to copy her straight backed dignified walk towards the alley.
It also occurs to me, as she leads me about, how strong she is. Impossibly strong for such a slight wisp of a girl. We reach the alleyway, and for a moment I can see Lucius turn his head, looking towards us. "Kiss me. Pretend we're lovers." My 'rescuer' orders, pushing me roughly against the wall and pressing her lips against mine.
Her gloved hands come up to cup my face, further obscuring my identity as the Malfoy family passes by, unaware of my presence. When she withdraws, my lips feel numb, and my breath fogs the air. How can someone be so impossibly cold.
"You must be quite incredibly stupid to come into Nocturne Alley alone, Harry Potter." She begins, resting her hands on my shoulders and keeping our noses almost touching.
"Does everyone know who I am?" I complain, partly joking.
"You have a certain... Aura, to you. That, and you look positively delicious at the moment." She smiles slightly, and I notice it. Her canines are sharp, unusually so. Fangs. Pale skin. Red eyes.
Crap.
At my feet Tsukiko lets out a low growl, momentarily distracting the girl. I grasp my wand surreptitiously, pointing it towards her. "Relax, darling. I'm not going to hurt him. Much. Though, this close you certainly smell delicious too. I wouldn't mind a snack, really. You'd be fine, I promise."
"Identify." I mumble, noting that the spell works no matter how garbled my voice is.
Vampire [Undead] Level: ??
A form of undead created through draining the blood of a victim until death. Vampires retain all of their mental faculties and skills, as well as gaining sharper senses and enhanced physical abilities. While many find wizarding magic difficult after their transition, older vampires have proven completely capable of re mastering the craft, while younger ones make up for the deficiencies by making use of the magical abilities inherent to a Vampire.

Unlike in most fiction, Vampires are quite difficult to permanently kill. Direct sunlight will weaken the vampire to mortal levels, and remove their access to their natural magic. A stake through the heart will paralyze a vampire until it is removed. Running water will dissolve a vampire, killing it, while removing the head will also destroy a vampire. Any other attempts at killing one will cause it to flee in a vaporous state to its coffin.
Contrary to common belief, vampirism is not transmitted through a simple bite. Sire-less vampires may be created through several dark curses that cause bloodletting. Sired vampires are created through a ritual kept secret by the stronger clans, as each newly sired vampire gains the strength of those before it in the bloodline.

Attraction Level: Curiosity Arousal Level: Mild.
Huh. That's certainly a head rush. Also... Level ?? I'm not certain, but that really can't mean anything good.
"Um... Thank you for coming to my aid, Miss." I bow slightly, remembering brief mention of proper wizarding politics.
"None of that Miss nonsense, I hate being reminded of my actual age." She sniffs haughtily, but smiles slightly. "If you're feeling grateful though..." Her smile turns wicked, in a surprisingly sultry way. "You could give me some of that delicious smelling blood you're hoarding all to yourself. It's only nice to share, isn't it?"
Tsukiko growls at the idea, but as I look into her eyes I find the suggestion... Enticing. I've bled before, plenty of times. Surely a little bit wouldn't be too...
I shake my head, clearing out the fog that seems to have collected there. "I'm not sure..."
She smiles sweetly, "Now now, none of that. I won't hurt you, Harry Potter. You're of interest to me, after all. It's merely... Drinking blood gives me a strong sense of a person's character. Besides, if you do, you'll get something special."
"Special?" I find myself mumbling, the fog rolling in on my mind once more.
"That's right. I'll even let you give me a kiss." She coo's, leaning in to let her cold breath tickle my ear. From the way she's slowly raising the skirt of her dress, I can tell she isn't thinking of a kiss with her upper lips.
One of her hands travels down my chest, reaching down to cup the bulge in my trousers. When did I get such an achingly hard erection? Her hand is certainly skilled, testing my length and girth through the fabric. "Do you like that?" She whispers, her mouth dangerously close to my neck as I lean my head back against the wall, stifling a groan.
Her gloved hand reaches into my trousers, nimble fingers gripping tightly around the base of my cock and stroking it. Her motions are as fluid as they are teasing, milking in a way that would prevent me from cumming. "N-no!" I stammer, fighting off whatever mental influence she's using momentarily. I shake my head and try to push her from my neck.
"It's adorable really. And fascinating. You have such a strong mind for one your age." She smirks, peppering soft kisses along my jaw as her hand continues to work. "Maybe..."
Suddenly I'm spun about, pressed against the wall as she leans against me, her cheek on my neck, her breasts pressed against my back. Her hand remains on my cock, stroking and kneading it with expert skill as her cold breath kisses my ear.
"Maybe you just need some encouragement?" She teases, squeezing me experimentally. "I could just take what I want, of course." She giggles, grinding her hips against me. "But... I'd rather you beg for it."
"You will beg for it, won't you?" She pleads, "You'll beg me to bite you? To drink my fill?"
I try to shake my head, but the fog over my thoughts keeps getting stronger the closer I get to cumming. Her other hand drops down, running down my side and to the back of my trousers. With a graceful movement she pulls them down, fully freeing my cock and balls to the cool air.
And then I feel it. The sharp cold sensation of one of her narrow fingers, pressed right against my arse. I clench instinctively, shaking my head in wordless panic. "Now now, none of that. This will feel good~!" She teases, worming her finger against my hole.
She pushes it in, despite my resistance. It's... uncomfortable. Not painful, not as disturbing as I imagined it'd be, but uncomfortable none-the-less. It's like someone had pushed an icicle inside of me. She wriggles it around for a moment, and I shudder at the feeling, before it bumps against something inside me that has my knees nearly buckle.
"Ahh!" I yelp, practically jumping from her grip.
"Ah! I found it!" She praises herself, rubbing the cool tip against the little ball of pleasure inside of me. Her finger is gradually warming, but not quick enough to abate the discomfort. "Feels good, doesn't it? Makes you want to cum all over, hm?"
I grit my teeth, trying to hold back, but my balls are already clenching, almost aching with the need to release. The fog over my mind is getting worse, and it's getting harder and harder to resist. "Y-yes." I grind out, barely in control of my words anymore.
"Yes what?" She teases, kissing along the nape of my neck.
"P-please bite me... P-p-please let me cum." I almost cry, feeling her tight fingers gripping the base of my neck.
It happens in an instant. one moment her cheek is pressed lovingly against mine, the next there's a searing pain in my neck. Unlike the rest of her body, her fangs are like hot pokers digging into my flesh. At the same time, her grip on my cock loosens and she strokes rapidly, milking as much cum from me as possible.
I choke off a scream, both from pain and pleasure, as I lose myself to the haze, letting her feed as I empty my balls across the empty alleyway wall. I don't know how long it takes. Seconds? Minutes? But when I come to it's to a mixture of satisfaction and self-loathing as I look up at her.
"You're an interesting one Harry Potter." She states, regaining her composure, save for a very small smile on her face. "I look forward to seeing, and tasting, you again."
"W-wait." I gasp, reaching up to clutch my aching neck. Aside from the slickness of saliva, there's nothing there. No blood, no wound, no evidence. She looks down at me, curiosity evident on her face.
"Hmm, aware so soon after? You are interesting. You should work on that resilience. If you're harder to coerce, I'll have to... barter a bit harder next time." She smiles.
"What's your name?" I find myself asking despite myself.
"Oh? Didn't I introduce myself? I'm Adelhedis, though you can call me Adel, or Addy, if you'd like... Lover." She smiles showing her fangs, and turns to leave, vanishing into the darkness of the alley.
"What a pain in my neck..." I grumble, laying back against a clean section of the wall and fixing my pants.
"That Bitch!" Tsukiko practically yells from beside me, drawing my attention to her. That's right, she'd been present the entire time. Why didn't she help? "I can't believe her! How dare she... She... Gah!"
"Um... What?" I glance at her, which only serves to direct her ire towards me.
"You mean aside from her... Violating you? When I transformed to help, she used her magic to tie me up and make me watch! What a sadistic little..." She growls flexing claw-tipped fingers.
"Ah... Sorry, I didn't notice." I reply still a bit distracted.
"I noticed." She growls sadly, before a grin appears on her face. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself a little. Maybe my idea of bending you over has some merit?"
I choke at the thought. "No! No, no no no... No way."
"Aww, but the frigid bitch put her little fingers right up there! I want to see what the fuss is about." She smirks.
"Sorry, but well..." I trail off, trying to word my response properly. "Fingers are one thing, but I'm not about to let someone bugger me."
"Hmm... You know... Some magical creatures are hermaphroditic." She remarks casually. "They're going to like you, the same way that bitch did. If you can't dominate them..."
I shudder at the thought, though inwardly I'm not sure if it's a thought of terror or arousal, picturing a pretty girl with a-
Nope. Not going there. "I'll work on my physical abilities soon. And if it happens... I'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
"Don't worry! I'll do my best to protect your chastity!" She chirps happily, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"I get the feeling you're only doing that to save it for yourself..." I mutter.
Partial Encounter Complete: Vampire 1000exp
Achievement Unlocked: Probed 200exp (Be fingered)

Exhibitionist(1) 200exp (Have a sexual encounter in a public place)

Exhibitionist(2) 500exp (Have a sexual encounter in a public place with at least one person actively watching)

Tease 500exp (Have a sexual encounter with one person forced to watch)

Mind Fucked 500exp (Become coerced into a sexual encounter)

Human Sex Toy 500exp (Be humiliated by a dominant sexual partner)

Once Bitten Twice Shy +1 Wisdom (Succumb to a mind altering effect)
Total Experience: 18400
Fantastic. No level, no conquest options, just a lingering feeling of shame. Screw that. I'm bumping my wisdom up next chance I get, and getting my revenge on her!
But first...
"Any idea how the hell to get out of here?"
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Turns out the answer was to keep going the way I was going. Arthur Weasley finds me soon enough and ushers me and my fox companion back into Diagon Alley proper. Apparently there's a big commotion at the book store, some kind of author signing.
Mrs. Weasley has a spot in line saved, along with Ginny and apparently Hermione. Arthur's with me, and apparently the rest of the Weasley boys are running amuck in the alley, ostensibly buying their school things.
"Do you need to stop by your vault?" Arthur asks, once we've gone over the 'worried sick, don't wander off, should have been more careful' shpeal.
"Uh... Yeah, actually. That would be great." I shrug, realizing that I'm sorely lacking on funds. "Gringotts then?"
Honestly they need some kind of AtM or something, taking a cart down to the vault and back seems ludicrously expensive time-wise.
Arthur begs off the cart ride, so Tsukiko and I climb in, followed shortly by my guide this time. Slipcrack.
One of those divergences in my memories is goblins. Sweet Merlin did they change. Granted, the males are still the squat, grumpy little men I'd recognize anywhere, but now at least they weren't hideous. The warts were gone, leaving their waxy green skin unblemished save for the occasional scar or piercing. Their teeth were straighter, whiter, less... Vicious-looking than before.
The females, though, were the bigger change. Most notably that the bank even employed females, which I wasn't sure was consistent with my previous set of memories. My guide, as an example, was just slightly taller than myself, with dark blue hair that came back in a rather attractive set of pigtails.
Her face was a lighter tone of green, especially around her cheeks which gave away a hint of darker freckles. It was also flatter than a human's face, a bit wider, stretching back to her large pointed ears. Her nose stood out only a little bit from the rest of her face, turning up slightly to a rounded end.
Her torso was proportionate, with a chest that was well endowed for someone her size, and her arse was the same, rounding into a nice heart shape as she slid into the cart in front of me. The most notable difference really was that below the elbow and knee her arms and legs were much broader, ending in proportionately large hands and feet.
Personality wise, I wasn't sure if it was her or just a female goblin thing, but she was less... Hostile than I was expecting. More impatient than anything.
A simple thank you before entering the cart was met with a grumble of 'time is money' and an eyeroll.
The bumpy ride down gave me ample opportunity to realize that her skin was positively as waxy as it looked. Rather than the soft suppleness of human flesh, hers had a warm, smooth, latexy feel to it.
"Identify" I murmured, words lost over the din of the ride.
Goblin [Elemental][Earth] Level: 5
Like all earth-aligned creatures, Goblins are naturally subterranean. Spending most of their lives among their caves, they're social creatures, but highly competitive. Goblins value strength, cunning, and all forms of art, often using valuable minerals to show their worth to their peers. The idea of 'inheritance' is anathema to Goblin-kind, as every member of their society is expected to earn their wealth through their efforts. Most Goblins are willing to do just about anything for a price, as earning wealth will increase their social standing more than degrading tasks will detract from it.
Attraction level: Bored Arousal level: None
Huh. Interesting... The cart comes to a stop in front of my vault, and we both climb out. Slipcrack stands off to one side, waiting impatiently as I open the vault.
"Is this the only vault to my name?" I ask idly, opening the door and peering inside at the gold inside. She looks longingly at the money, and rather derisively at me.
"You have a family vault, for non-monetary items." She explains. I get the feeling she's deliberately being as succinct as possible.
"Can I access that?"
"Not until you're 17." Damn... It would be interesting to see what's in there...
"How much to access the vault for say... an hour?" I venture, testing the waters.
She looks at me, as if sizing me up. The codex did say they'd do anything for a price...
"I'm afraid Gringotts doesn't except that kind of-"
"I'm not making the offer to Gringotts, I'm making it to you. How much do I need to pay you for me to access the vault I own for an hour?" I argue back, thankful for all the social points I've been spending.
She scoffs, looking off to the side. "A thousand galleons and about a hundred orgasms."
I feel my mind slip gears for a moment, but catch myself rather quick. "Five hundred galleons, and a dozen orgasms."
She turns to look at me, once more sizing me up. "Five hundred galleons, and a dozen orgasms. You have the one hour to satisfy me, and the remainder as access to the vault. If you fail, the money is mine regardless."
"One hour to satisfy you, the remainder plus a half hour to access the vault. Plus, you have to do anything I say once we begin." I counter, catching on to the obvious flaw. There's no way I could satisfy her if she resisted. "If I win, then you have to assist me in moving what I can from the vault, in any way possible..."
She pauses to think for a moment, before nodding. Obviously she thinks I'll fail, and she'll make an easy 500 galleons.
Even if she does, I'll still benefit at least a little.
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"Well then human, here we are." She turns to smirk at me as the vault doors open, revealing what looks like the storage room to a museum. "No time to gawk, clock is ticking."
"Follow me." I order, leading her into the room, looking for somewhere appropriate. There's no bed, so I instead lead her to a dining room table. "Strip down and lay across the table." I order, watching her comply slowly. "As fast as you can." I amend, already inwardly groaning at how specific I'll have to be.
As she does so I cast identify once more, leaving the information about arousal level and attraction level hanging in mid air. This way, they seem to be like a little bar that tells me whether I'm doing a good job or not. Something I'll need if this is going to work.
I step towards her after ordering her to stay still, my hands reaching out to caress her waxy skin. It's odd, unusual, and novel to me, the way my fingers slide easily across it, how her nipples seem to be stretchier than a human's. Yet no matter where my hands roam, rubbing pinching and prodding, nothing seems to change.
Her arousal doesn't change as I knead her breasts, nor when I rub at her lower lips. It doesn't even budge when I slip a finger between the crack and rub it upwards, only flickering when I rub against her tiny green clit.
Panicking, I start grasping at straws, playing with her neck and ears, rubbing around the ring her of arse, even rubbing and tickling her feet. Her attraction level changes to amusement, but her lust remains unmoved.
"Give up?" she asks, her voice taunting. "You've wasted 10 minutes so far...."
Shit. At this rate I'll lose completely? Should I just give up and fuck her? In frustration I pinch at her nipple and pull it, watching the way it elongates her tit, and the way it jiggles slightly when I let it snap back.
There. A small flicker of lust. I repeat the process, this time being extra cruel to her breasts. Her face remains impassive, but I can see the arousal beginning to build. "Roll over, on your stomach." I order, "Quickly." I add as she slothfully obeys.
Rearing back, I bring my hand down hard on her arse, watching as the flesh jiggles slightly from the impact. She lets out a small 'ooof' of surprise, and I see a momentary spike of arousal. "Hah!" I can't help but laugh, having found out the trick. "You like that don't you?"
She remains silent. "Answer me." I command, grin slowly spreading across my face.
"Yes." She replies in flat monotone, but her lust jumps a little bit higher. Does she get off on humiliation too?
"You will answer all of my questions, and call me master." I grin, plans racing through my head.
"I cannot give away any of Gringott's secrets... Master." She reminds me flatly.
"Stand up, and go bend over that desk." I order, pointing to a narrow desk a few feet away. It's short enough that bent over it her torso would take up the entire surface. "Quickly."
I rush about as she does so, grabbing a few things I'll need. The moment she's in place, I tie her down using spare clothing from around the room. I know she can't move unless ordered, but hopefully it'll help the ambiance.
"Count them, then thank me and ask for more." I command, and resume the spanking.
"One. Thank you master, may I have another?" She replies, tone still neutral.
"Two. Thank you master, may I have another?" I try not to let my frustration get to me, as I notice the lust bar climbing ever higher. At one dozen I stop, noting the darker green color beginning to suffuse the surface of her arse.
"Do you like being spanked?" I tease, rubbing the flesh of her arse, enjoying the heat coming off of it.
"Yes, master. You have 45 minutes remaining." She reminds me, there's a certain viciousness to it. Fuck, I'll need to step it up a notch.
I grab a ruler that I brought over, and bring it down on her arse. That gets a noticeable flinch from her. "Do you like that?"
"Yes, master." She replies, shuddering slightly as she breaths out. I repeat the motion, cracking the wood across her ass, watching another line appear.
"Do you want more?" I tease, running a finger along the welt, watching the shiver run up her spine.
"Yes, master."
I strike her again and again, watching her arousal level rise as I leave line after line across her thighs and arse. When it reaches a fever pitch, I reach between her legs, grasping her swollen clit between my fingers and pinching it hard.
Her first orgasm is intense. She thrashes against the bindings, practically gushing against my hand as I torment her clit, my other hand rubbing her sore bottom roughly. "How was that?" I boast, smiling down at her once she calms down.
"That was adequate. You have 11 to go, and 40 minutes remaining." Bollucks. That certainly puts a damper on my spirits.
Luckily, her arousal level hasn't dropped much from that one orgasm. Glancing around for something else to work with, I spot Tsukiko sitting in fox form on the dining room table. "I don't suppose you're willing to help?" She shakes her head, leaving me to sigh dejectedly.
Luckily, there is a pile of clothespins nearby. I grab a few, attaching one to each of her lower lips, gauging her arousal as I clip them on, and one directly to her clit. She shudders and squirms at the contact, but a quick question confirms she likes it.
Two more go on her nipples as well for good measure.
Inspiration hits me as I notice the room is lit by numerous candles. Grabbing one from the rack, I note the general shape of it. Perfect for what I have in mind.
I'm about to blow it out when a drop of wax runs down the edge and lands on my hand. I wince, it stings but doesn't really leave a burn mark...
With an evil grin I hold it over my captive, letting a drop fall on her arse. Her arousal level surges, and she cums a second time. I don't even bother letting her catch her breath, instead dripping a steady stream of molten wax across her already ruined flesh, painting pictures and drawing patterns across it.
Occasionally I drag the dripping tip between her cheeks, watching little rivulets of the burning liquid run down around her arsehole and across her stretched lips, bringing her to two more orgasms.
By now she's panting quite heavily, moaning when I touch her sorest parts. But there's not much time left. Unless I continue at this rate, I won't win, so it's best I start hedging my bets.
I blow the candle out, placing it on the table beside her. Pulling harshly on the clothespins on her labia, I spread her open, pushing two fingers inside of her tight tunnel, loosening her up. Withdrawing them, I grab her ass tightly, causing her to yelp in pain as I push into her.
She's honestly not as tight as some of the others I've had lately, but she's just as warm and absolutely drenched. She practically squeals as I plow into her as hard as I can, mashing my hips against her arse with every thrust. Her body rocks the table, bumping it about as I push as hard and fast as I can. It's a struggle, but I manage to hold on just long enough to make her cum for the sixth time. I empty a load into her with a satisfying groan, feeling her shake and shudder around me, but don't stop long for breath.
Halfway there.
I pull out, replacing my cock with the candle from before. I take a few moments to fuck her with it, paying extra care to pull and twist the clamp on her clit a bit to get her really excited.
Then, once again hard, I line up my cock with the hole of her arse. "Tell me how much you want this." I teasingly order as I start to push in.
"Ow! Oh... Oh gold yes! Ow, fuck that hurts! Fuck me!" She shouts almost incoherently as I slowly force my way in. It's a struggle, going in what amounts to pretty much bone dry, but every painful inch just seems to spur her to new heights.
By the time I've bottomed out inside of her I've made her hit orgasm 7. I thrust in and out of her in long hard strokes, being practically merciless on her. She squeals and yelps, crying in pain as yet another orgasm builds. This time, as I'm about to cum, I pull back until just the head is inside of her, and let loose.
The hot salty cum pouring into her abused arse is enough to set her off for the eighth time.
She whimpers as I pull out and grab another candle from the rack. Blowing this one out as well, so as to more easily handle it, I place the thick base at the entrance to her rear hole. It's still gaped, and I can see the pool of my own cum inside, slowly trickling deeper into her body from the angle she's laying at.
Pushing the candle in is rather simple, though she gives another groan of protest at the intrusion. What really causes her to gasp is when I light both candles, stepping back to watch the tiny beads of molten wax begin to dribble down onto her abused holes.
I leave her a moment to adjust to the sensation, letting the candles start to burn down low. I've got about 15 minutes left, enough for them to start reaching their base if I haven't won by then.
She squirms a little bit, wincing with every drop that falls on her sensitive nethers. Deciding to change things up a bit, I reach down and remove the clip from her clit, replacing it with the pad of my thumb. I press hard, rubbing it in slow circles as her lust grows and grows. Just as she hits her peak I lean forward, murmuring a taunting "That's nine" in her ear.
I round the table, bringing myself hip-to-face with Slipcrack. Without a word I present her with my cock.
She doesn't even need instructions, simply opening her mouth wide at the sight. I step forward, guiding it into her warm wet mouth and letting her get to work.
Her tongue is surprisingly dexterous, practically curling all the way around my prick as I push it into her mouth. "Wow, you're really eager to suck me off..." I tease, noting the way her own lust spikes suddenly, continuing to grow as the molten wax slowly cools and hardens. "You really love the cock huh?"
I'm not entirely confident in my ability to 'talk dirty', but it seems like my best way to get ahead. Reaching down, I grab one of her pig-tails and momentarily pull her off my cock. She doesn't even need an order to respond.
"Yes master." Gone is her monotone responses, as she pants against my waist, tongue already snaking out to recapture my cock.
"You're really good at this. You must suck a lot of cocks." Another jolt of lust. "Probably a few at a time, hm? Do you kneel down, surrounded by cocks, and suck them all at once?"
Another shudder, she's getting close. "Do you want me to cum right down your throat? Or in your mouth where you can taste it?" I tease, and she gets a bit closer, especially at the second thought. "Or maybe I should spray it all over your face."
And there it is. Orgasm ten rocks through her, and she trembles once more, moaning throatily around my cock. I take over, pushed for time, and grab her by her pigtails, practically using her as my toy as I shove myself down her throat.
She gags, for the first time, eyes going wide as her body tenses. I can see her muscles straining against the bonds as I hold her in place, my cock lodged in her throat. I hold it as long as I dare, fighting down my own orgasms as her own builds at a rapid pace.
With one last groan I pull back, spraying her face with cum as she climaxes for the 11th time.
I'm exhausted. 10 minutes or so left, and I can't find the energy to get it up again. I can barely find the energy to move. I slump to the ground, looking on at the tormented, abused form of Slipcrack. I pant heavily, trying to catch a second wind, anything that would let me keep going.
I'm beat. She must know I'm beat. There's only a few minutes left and... Why does her face look so tense. Her lust bar is still super high, even after the last orgasm.
"You know... I knew you were a whore, what with taking money for sex..." I begin, forcing a teasing tone to my voice. She flinches, her own arousal growing a bit quicker. "But getting off 11 times to being humiliated by a kid?" Another surge. "A human kid, no-less. That's pretty impressive." I chuckle, picking myself up once more. "Hell, you should be paying me!"
She trembles, she's there, right on the edge, about to blow. I half walk half stumble over to her, reaching down between her legs, careful to avoid the flames on the candle. "I win." I whisper to her, pushing my thumb once more to her clit.
She's still cumming long after the buzzer goes off.
Cleaning her up took an unacceptable amount of time, but her help clearing out the useful stuff from my family vault was invaluable. Almost immediately she tossed me a backpack, enchanted to be bigger on the inside and feather-light, and began throwing useful things at me.
I've never quite seen someone move that fast, though her stride was a little bit awkward, and slightly pained. Not a word was said as she moved between rows of objects, ignoring my presence except to toss things at me.
There was a lot of neat stuff too, old family photo albums, my parent's old Hogwarts textbooks, things of value for sentimental reasons. Sure there wasn't any 'super weapon' or 'family spellbook' but I'd honestly consider just the things I found worth far more than 500 galleons.
We left the vault as a group, and I handed off what I owed to Slipcrack. She took the money silently, a small blush of dark green appearing on her face, and we rode the cart back up in silence.
I couldn't help but notice how pained her expression was, sitting on the bumpy cart all the way up.
Arthur was waiting in the lobby for me when I arrived, talking animatedly to Bill, and a rather familiar goblin.
"Mr. Weasley, Bill, Griphook." I nodded to each in turn.
"Mr. Potter." The goblin replied gruffly, glancing over at me. "I see you met my daughter." He snorts, "Take your 'spawn' to work day indeed, honestly... Hopefully she performed her duties admirably."
"I got my money's worth." I admit freely.
Encounter Complete: Goblin, Level 5, 1500exp
Achievement Unlocked: Money Talks 200exp (Pay for sex)

Marathon Man(1) 500exp (have a sexual encounter last for 1 hour, without performance enhancing magic)

In Your Face 200exp (Ejaculate on a girl's face)

No Pain, No Gain 500exp (Bring a masochist to orgasm)

Kinky 500exp (fulfill three of your conquest's kinks in one encounter)

Barter System 200exp (Perform sex for favors)

Improvised Weaponry 200exp (Use everyday objects for sexual purposes)

Them's the Ropes 500exp (Tie up a conquest)

Knight in Shining Armor 1000exp (Give a dozen orgasms in one encounter)
Total Experience: 23700
New Level: 7
Sweet Merlin that was awesome.
Conquest Available:
Shake your money maker: Earn 1% of your experience gained in Galleons.

Appraising Eye: Determine the approximate value of anything at a glance.

If you've got it, Flaunt it: Bonus to attractiveness based on wealth.
Well... Shit. The first and third option kind of have negative connotations to them, don't they? The first would technically make me a whore. The second... Wouldn't that only attract gold diggers? Or would it just apply the same effect to other people that my inherited wealth would have on gold diggers?
It's really not something I want to think about.
Still... 1% of exp as Galleons is nothing to sneeze at. That last encounter alone would have net me... 53 Galleons. Not nearly enough to pay for itself but I won't be making a habit of paying for sex.
Appraising Eye is... Interesting. Not something I'd find immediate value in really. It'd probably go well with bartering.
I honestly think the third option is right out. I'm already attracting the wrong kind of attention by boosting Sex Appeal too high.
So, door number one it is. I'm now a man-whore. Huzzah!
No sense defeating the dark lord for free. If I get booty from well... booty, does that make me a pirate? I can live with that. Better a pirate than a whore.
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So, the walk to St. Mungo's for my medicine was long enough to assign points. Wisdom is now at 20! No way am I going to fall for that hypnosis bull again.
Since I don't have anything imminently useful to spend points on, I'm boosting up my mental skills in preparation for school picking up once more. I'll work on my actual magical skills when I get there and can actually use them.
So that means, Memory, Studying, Reading and Problem Solving are all bumped to 25. I figure that will be the new baseline to bring the useful stuff up to. Anything I want to specialize in can come later.
I'm practically gleeful at the thought that in a few levels I'll be able to bump any skill I want to 100.
Anyways, according to Mr. Weasley, the book signing was a total hit. Hermione picked up a set of signed books for me, joy, as well as the rest of this year's books. I have to remember to pay her back.
I gave some half-assed story about how there were technical difficulties with the mine cart to explain my hour and a half absence, which it seems everyone bought. Yay for Manipulation.
In any case, after the hospital, I'll have a few hours to go on a shopping spree. For once, I'm looking forward to shopping.
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