"Oh you poor dear! What happened to you? Please, please come to my car, let me get you warm."

  Harry Potter watches on as the kind-to-a-fault Mary Wardwell wraps a bnket around the 'thing' they've found on the side of the road. He doesn't try to gainsay the teacher in any way of course, even if its rather obvious to him that she's inviting her own death right into the car with her.

  He, of course, is sat in the front of Mary's car, in the passenger seat. When they'd first stopped for the 'girl', Mary had been insistent that he stay in the car so that they didn't spook the 'poor thing'. Harry had been willing to do so, especially since he could act if need be from his seated position just as easily as if he was standing.

  As the bespectacled teacher helps the lost mb into the backseat, the thing in human skin tenses at his presence. This causes Mary to quickly introduce him.

  "Oh! Don't fret sweetie, this is just Mister Potter. He's a good man, you don't need to worry about that."

  Harry turns in his seat to smile and nod in greeting, even as he uses the moment to study the creature with his own two eyes. He has to admit… she's quite beautiful under all the grunge and grime covering her from head to toe.

  Dusky skin just barely bordering on dark marks her as African descent but with a mixed heritage. Her long brown locks and brown eyes are both rich in color, even as her narrow cheek bones and pouty lips give away the European blood within her.

  Of course, that's just her appearance. In truth, Harry doubts this creature is African OR European truly. She's definitely not human, after all. That he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt.

  Once Mary Wardwell has the beautiful creature in a seatbelt, she quickly gets back in the driver's seat of her car, tossing him a grateful look for not raising a fuss about her stopping. Harry just smiles and inclines his head, wordlessly conveying that it's no problem.

  After all, he would be rather hypocritical to get mad at her for stopping for the thing in the backseat when she'd stopped for him first. Not that Harry had necessarily needed the ride, but he would be lying if he said it hadn't been… illuminating so far.

  Mary Wardwell was a teacher at Greendale's very own Baxter High School. She'd been over in Riverdale for an event when she'd come across him standing at the 'Welcome to Greendale' sign, observing it for a moment. In truth, Harry had been observing more than just the sign… he'd been observing Greendale as a whole with a magical sight that revealed more than mundane eyes ever could.

  The truth was… the pce was a Pit with a capital P. It didn't surprise him in the least that MACUSA had abandoned all efforts to civilize Greendale at this point. The town was the kind of pce to chew up your average wizard or witch, and only the luckiest ones could hope to be spit back out again.

  Still, there were points of light in the darkness, weren't there? Ms. Mary Wardwell had stopped upon seeing him staring at the Welcome Sign and they'd chatted for a while. When she'd found out that he was so new to town that he didn't even have a pce to stay, the darling woman had outright offered him her guest bedroom until he got on his feet.

  Truly, Mary was NOT the kind of woman that Harry had expected to find in a pce with the reputation of Greendale. And yet, it just went to show that people came in all shapes and sizes.

  As they continue driving on with their little beautiful monster tucked in the backseat, Mary fills the ensuing silence by retelling it all about herself and then continuing on from where she'd left off with him. To his mild surprise, Harry can tell that the creature is more interested than he would have expected, especially when it finds out where Mary works. Not a good sign.

  Of course, at the same time it can't quite keep its eyes off of him either. It seems torn between gring daggers at the back of his seat and listening intently to everything Mary is saying. Given that the bespectacled teacher is kind of boring, Harry finds himself curious why that is. He can only think of a few reasons… none of them very good.

  Finally though, they do arrive at Mary Wardwell's home. The High School Teacher is all smiles as she leads them to the front door and invites them both inside. Then, she leaves them both alone in her living room to prepare some tea.

  That's when the creature whirls on Harry, only to find the tip of his wand pressed against the hollow of her throat. She freezes in pce before narrowing her eyes and sneering.

  "Wizard."

  Smiling pcidly, Harry tilts his head to the side and responds in kind.

  "Thing."

  That clearly pisses her off, her brown eyes fshing as she snarls.

  "I am Lilith. First Woman and Concubine to the Dark Lord. You are not welcome here, wizard. Leave Greendale at once and be lucky you escaped with your life."

  Well now, that was a lot to unpack. Harry thought he'd sensed something demonic beyond just the general vibe that hung over Greendale like a funeral shroud. Lilith wasn't just a creature; she was a demon. The demon, some might say. Lilith the First Woman, first wife to Adam before she was deemed too rebellious and defiant and repced with Eve.

  That meant her Dark Lord wasn't just a Dark Lord either, but THE Dark Lord… Satan himself. Hah, that was just Harry's luck, to stumble upon some sort of plot involving the Prime Evil on his very first day in Greendale.

  The thing is… Lilith wouldn't have even offered him a way out if she didn't feel like she had to. Demon she might be, but she clearly wasn't invincible or unbeatable. Whatever she sensed of his power, she feared it… though not enough to back down. Unfortunately for her, Harry wasn't backing down either.

  "I'm afraid I can't do that, Lilith. I have business here in Greendale."

  Her big brown eyes narrow into slits and she hisses in anger. Only his wand pressed up under her chin stops her from unching herself at him then and there, he can tell. Smiling at her, Harry just shrugs.

  "Let's stay out of each other's way, shall we? No need for things to come to… blows."

  Lilith grits her teeth for a moment before finally nodding and pulling back. Harry's smile grows, even as he tucks his wand away in its holster just in time for Mary to come bustling back into the room with a tray of tea and snacks.

  "I got a little bit of everything, I hope you both don't mind. Come, come! Ah, Mister Potter, help me with this would you? And you young one, just have a seat and rest. You're safe now, just like I said before."

  Harry turns his back on Lilith to help Mary Wardwell with the tray, knowing full well what will happen the moment he does. With his hands occupied with the tray and his back exposed, the First Woman is bound to see the opportunity and immediately betray their nascent pact of non-interference.

  How does Harry know this? Simple… he can tell that Lilith wants Ms. Wardwell for something. She showed far too much interest in Mary's rambling in the car ride on the way here and Harry suspects a demon like Lilith would only subject herself to such indignities if she needed something from the High School Teacher. Her identity, perhaps?

  In the end, it doesn't really matter in the moment because either way, Lilith strikes the second she senses weakness. Harry watches Mary's expression morph into horror as she sees something else take the pce of the beautiful young woman she's trying to help, and he feels it as Lilith unleashes her demonic presence and lunges at his back.

  The demon never reaches him, of course. Instead, she's frozen in pce in an instant, petrified by his magic while Mary screams in fright. Letting out a sigh, Harry sets down the tea tray on the nearby coffee table and turns around, reaching up to take a hold of the wand floating in midair, pointed in Lilith's direction.

  This wand is not like the wand he showed her before. This wand is far more distinctive and he can tell from Lilith's eyes that she recognizes it for what it is. She also recognizes the ring on the hand that now holds the Elder Wand aloft.

  "You… to have two of the Deathly Hallows… if the cloak is what you seek, know that you will not find it here, Wizard!"

  Harry hums for a moment before reaching out with his free hand and yanking at seemingly nothing but air. A moment ter and the shimmering silver of the unworn Invisibility Cloak hangs from his grip before he banishes it back from whence it came a moment ter.

  In the face of Lilith's stunned silence, Harry just shakes his head and smiles.

  "Actually, the cloak was the family heirloom and the first one I came into possession of back when I was just eleven years old. I'm afraid the Hallows are not what I came to Greendale for, Lilith."

  "… Master of Death."

  Harry inclines his head.

  "Concubine of Satan."

  Lilith hisses and snarls, trying in vain to break free of his petrification. Unfortunately for her, as magic cast by the Elder Wand, it's pretty much unbreakable. She's strong, Harry can tell as much, but she's not strong enough.

  "What… what is happening? What is going on here?!"

  Ah right, poor Mary Wardwell. Her fear is understandable. Lilith has transformed from the beautiful, dusky skinned young woman she'd been masquerading as to her full demon form as she tried to attack him from behind. Green skin, no nose, fangs and cws. The works.

  Finding her current look to be utterly repulsive, Harry gives the Elder Wand a flick and she's forced back into her previous appearance. That look, of a young woman with dark hair, dark eyes, and a dark complexion, he quite likes.

  He can see how stunned she is that he can just force her into whatever shape he prefers. But he does more than just that… he LOCKS her into that shape, locking away her demonic power for the time being and turning her into nothing but what she seems to be… a helpless, powerless young woman.

  "You-!"

  But Harry cuts her off before she can compin, using the Elder Wand to cast a rather powerful truth spell on her next. He can tell she feels it taking a hold, her brown eyes widening in shock and fear even as he turns so that he's no longer stood between her and Mary.

  "Tell us what you were pnning to do to us, Lilith. Spare no detail."

  Due to him being the caster of the truth spell, she feels an overwhelming compulsion to speak in that moment, one empowered by the Elder Wand to make sure she talks.

  "I would have… killed you both! I would have brought your body to my lord so he could consume your magic, Wizard! And then I would have worn the flesh of the teacher, taking on her likeness and taking over her life so that I might further my lord's pns!"

  Harry cuts her off there. He'll interrogate her about said pns ter to find out precisely how involved he should get with all of it or not. For now though, he looks to Mary, who is staring at Lilith with a new sort of horror. Her previous horror was a visceral reaction to the First Woman's true demonic appearance, but now the horror is of a type that comes from finding out you were mere moments away from being killed and repced by a supernatural entity.

  Before Mary Wardwell can fall into a completely justified panic and suffer an entirely reasonable nervous breakdown, Harry surreptitiously casts a moderately powerful calming charm on the teacher, watching as she visibly rexes just a bit more.

  Though she's still quite angry as well as terrified.

  "Mister Potter… what is happening here? I think I d-deserve an expnation!"

  Harry nods along in easy agreement.

  "You did Ms. Wardwell. You very much deserve an expnation. This right here… is a demon. Specifically, she is Lilith, Adam's First Wife from the Garden of Eden."

  Mary shivers at that, biting her lower lip and studying Lilith for a moment before looking at him.

  "A-And you?"

  Smiling, Harry gestures to the Elder Wand, even as his green eyes fsh with power.

  "I, my dear, am a wizard. Human as they come, but with something else… magic."

  Mary blinks rapidly at that, blushing a little as he grins roguishly at her. Finally, she totters over to the nearest chair.

  "I think I need to s-sit down…"

  That will work just fine. Harry waits for her to sit and then moves behind her chair. Leaving the Elder Wand hovering again in Lilith's direction, he pces his hands on Mary Wardwell's shoulders and while she tenses up initially, his magical fingers soon have her rexing again under his efforts.

  "We do need to decide now what to do with the demon in your living room, Mary."

  Injecting the right amount of soothing warmth into his voice, he looks at Lilith with a smirk even as Mary slowly nods.

  "Ah… y-yes… what do we do Mister Potter? As a wizard, you would be the expert here, no?"

  Harry chuckles. The truth is, Lilith is the first demon he's met in the flesh, so he's not really an expert. However, he's certainly better equipped for dealing with this situation than Mary is. In the end… Harry figures there's only really one way to go about this.

  "Tell me Mary… do you know the story of the First Woman? Of Adam's First Wife?"

  "Mm… no, I can't say that I do…"

  "She defied her husband and rebelled against him, so they cast her aside and tried again with Eve. Eventually, Satan took her for himself… and the rest is history until today. But you know what I think?"

  "What… what do you think, Mister Potter?"

  Lilith gres at him furiously, but Harry has gone ahead and sealed her lips shut, which is why she hasn't interrupted since he began his seduction of Ms. Wardwell.

  "… I think that she just never got the proper discipline she needed, all the way back then. I think even Satan himself hasn't been nearly firm enough for her. I think… she needs to be taught a lesson."

  Glowering at him, Lilith can only watch on as Mary practically melts under his hands. The cute teacher is clearly unused to dealing with such brazen sexual energy, and it has her succumbing quickly as he massages her shoulders masterfully.

  "Yes… I think you're right, Mister Potter. But… how do you go about disciplining a demon from the dawn of human h-history?"

  Harry grins at that.

  "Well, only one way to find out right? Let's see what we can do… together~"

  A few minutes ter and the three of them are properly arranged on Mary Wardwell's couch. Lilith is no longer petrified… but she is now bound and gagged by magical unbreakable rope. It restrains her arms and legs while also wrapping in between her lips, silencing her beyond muffled sounds of protest. With her demonic essence still locked out of her reach, she's helpless to resist.

  Oh, and she's naked of course. Mary had blushed even harder when Harry had stripped Lilith to her birthday suit, but she hadn't protested. Instead, she'd seemed to drink in the sight of Lilith's dusky skinned, nubile young body for a moment before realizing what she was doing and quickly looking away in embarrassment.

  Now though, Lilith is id across both their ps, her breasts pressed against Harry's crotch and her ass thrust up in Mary's face. That's on purpose, of course.

  "You are the teacher here, Ms. Wardwell. It only seems right that you be the one to apply the discipline. Let's start off with some spankings, shall we?"

  "Y-Yes… of course…"

  Hesitating for just a moment, the bespectacled woman finally raises up her hand… and brings it down hard on Lilith's ass.

  S-SMACK!

  The dusky toned ass jiggles from the impact and Lilith squeals through her rope gag, causing Mary to blink in surprise and look over at him.

  "I wouldn't have thought a demon would be so… vulnerable to corporal punishment, Mister Potter."

  Harry grins and winks at that.

  "She's not a demon right now, Mary. I've suppressed her ability to transform and use any of her demonic powers on us. The first step to showing her the error of her ways is to strip her of her sense of superiority, after all."

  Eyes wide at his casual admittance of such power, Mary slowly nods before turning her attention back to the matter at hand. Namely, disciplining the little bitch who was going to kill her and then wear her face for nefarious purposes.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  "Mmm! Nnngh! Mmph!"

  As Mary goes, getting more and more into the act of spanking Lilith silly, Harry himself… is not idle. Using his magic, he pushes the equivalent of his fingers into both Lilith's asshole and her cunt. Because he's not using his physical hand, Mary doesn't even notice as Lilith's ass is stretched open and her pussy lips are spread wide.

  Lilith certainly does though. She whips her head in his direction upon feeling the dual penetration, and she snarls as best she can at the intrusion. Of course, with her naked, bound and gagged, and id out over their ps like a sack of produce, her snarling loses quite a lot of its… heat.

  Harry just smirks and reaches under her with one of his actual hands, grabbing and squeezing her soft, dark breasts in a way that soon has her face contorting in reluctant pleasure as she whimpers and moans through the gag.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  "T-Try to kill me, will you? Try to abuse my kindness and g-generosity… well I'm not h-having it!"

  Mary Wardwell is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, one of the nicest people Harry has ever met. A kindhearted woman with a heart full of gold, compassion in spades, and a mouth that just kept talking once she was comfortable with you.

  But at the same time, everyone had their breaking point. And being confronted with how close she'd come to being killed and her life taken over; it would seem Mary Wardwell has found hers. Well, almost.

  When Harry stretches his arm along the back of the couch and across Mary's shoulders, she doesn't say anything. But when he brings his hand down to her chest from over said shoulder, she jolts out of her disciplining of Lilith and blinks at him with wide eyes before slowly pushing his hand away.

  "A-Ah… my sincerest apologies Mister Potter, but I can't do… I can't let you do anything like that with me. You see, I have a fiancé."

  An unwelcome surprise, to be sure. But it's not like Harry has ever let that stop him before. Humming, he tilts his head to the side and fshes his eyes, using a bit of Legilimency to read Mary's mind. Her fiancé isn't around right now. In fact, he's currently away on a trip and won't be back for several more months.

  Smiling, he moves his hand away and gives Mary a simple nod. He's not worried about taking his time with her… he knows for a fact that she won't be able to resist him forever.

  "Of course. I'm not here to make you uncomfortable, my dear. Let's focus on what matters… disciplining this rebellious little chit."

  Flushing, Mary nevertheless looks back down at Lilith and her dusky, reddened buttocks. The teacher has certainly done a number on the demon's derriere, giving it a few dozen good smacks at this point while Harry was busy toying with Lilith in other ways.

  By now, the First Woman is beginning to squirm uncomfortably, shuddering as she finds herself torn between delicious pain and sinful pleasure. Trapped in her human form, Lilith can't just ignore what they're doing to her, even if she might have wanted to.

  "What… w-what do we do next, Mister Potter?"

  Harry grins wickedly, his eyes twinkling merrily.

  "I'm gd you've asked Miss Wardwell."

  Lilith's ass is nice and red by this point. Satan's Concubine is squirming in their grasp, but caught as she is, she can do nothing but take it, especially without access to any of her demonic powers. And that means its time to escate things to the next level and truly begin showing the bitch of a demon the error of her ways.

  Yanking Lilith off of his p by her long, dark hair, Harry forces her down to her knees between his legs with just one hand and a minor application of his magic. She gres daggers up at him with those dark brown eyes of hers, only for them to widen and flick down when she sees what he's doing with his other hand.

  Namely, Harry deftly undoes his pants and frees his cock from its confines. His massive, throbbing, still-growing bitch breaker of a member comes out into the open in a spectacur dispy and the only reason it doesn't flop out across Lilith's face is because he keeps her at enough of a distance to be able to see him in all of his unveiled glory.

  Mary also gets an excellent view of his prick at this point of course, and Harry doesn't even have to look at the High School Teacher to hear the way her breath hitches and know that she's staring at his schlong. Despite her previous protests about having a fiancé, Harry knows better. He knows that at the end of the day; she's just waiting for the right man to come along.

  Adam Masters, the man that Mary was currently engaged to, is not in fact the right man for her. Oh, he's probably a nice enough man. A selfless, caring man. And Mary definitely thinks she's in love with him. But love isn't everything, and Harry knows women well enough to know that Mary Wardwell and Adam Masters were on a collision course with tragedy.

  Not the sort of tragedy where Lilith killed Mary and usurped her life, only to then have to kill Adam when he came back. No, Harry had already subverted that particur possibility. In the end, if he did nothing, Mary and Adam were destined for the tragedy… of mundanity. They were going to have a boring marriage with all sorts of boring, tiresome, wholesome moments.

  And Harry… Harry couldn't let that happen. It fell to him to help Mary embrace her inner demons; pun definitely intended. It fell to him to corrupt her even as he saved her from this little demon bitch who'd been hoping to kill her and wear her skin like a dress.

  Meanwhile, dear Lilith is having her own reactions to all of this. The demon, currently trapped in a human form, can only lick her lips mindlessly as she stares cross-eyed at Harry's massive cock. Standing up ramrod straight by this point, his bitch breaker casts a shadow over Lilith's face, leaving her unable to do anything but take in the musky smell of his genitals.

  Smirking, Harry tightens his grip on Lilith's hair and brings the demon closer in so she can get a better look and sniff. What happens next, with her instinctively grinding her nose against the underside of his length and fring her nostrils to impressive wideness… that's all her.

  As Lilith groans and whimpers out a prayer to her precious Dark Lord, Harry looks over at Mary and offers her a soft, warm smile.

  "Care to help out here, Mary? We can't do anything together… I understand completely of course. But surely punishing this demonic tart for what she was about to do to you… well, your fiancé is an understanding fellow, right? Why don't you come over here, grab hold of her hair for me and make her suck my cock."

  Mary's face is bright red as Harry outlines what he wants her to do. What he leaves unsaid is that this will also allow her to live out her own little fantasies at the same time. Fantasies that Harry can see swimming through her head even now. The more things continue, the more they come to the forefront. Degenerate, depraved acts that Mary Wardwell would never speak aloud, let alone seek out to engage in on her lonesome.

  But Harry knows. Harry can see. And thus he knows precisely how to pull it out of her.

  Slowly, hesitantly, Mary moves off of the couch. For a moment she stands above Lilith, staring down at the kneeling woman… but then she sinks to her knees as well, recognizing that it will be easier than bending over. Not to mention, it puts her in direct line of sight with his magnificent member as well.

  Harry hums, even as Mary takes hold of Lilith's hair from his tight grasp. His magic makes sure that the trapped demon doesn't try to make a break for it or attack Mary in any way. Gaining more confidence by the moment, Mary directs Lilith forward.

  At this point, Lilith's mouth is already open, her spread lips dragging across the underside of his impressive shaft even as her nose does the same. She's 'lost in the sauce' as the kids are calling it these days, and so she doesn't register what's happening until it's too te.

  Eyes which had grown lidded suddenly snap open and stare up at him in disbelief as his massive, thick mast pushes past her lips and into her open mouth, stretching it even wider still to a frankly obscene degree.

  Even with just an inch or so of his bulbous cockhead in her mouth, Lilith chokes already, gagging on the sheer size before it can so much as tickle the back of her throat. Mary watches this with wide, almost reverent eyes, even as she forces Lilith forward further and further down his length.

  "You were going to kill me you… you bitch. You were going to take over my life so nobody was the wiser. All I wanted to do was help and you took advantage of that!"

  Getting worked up; Mary narrows her eyes as she begins to get a bit more forceful. Despite this, her initial efforts are… hm, shallow would be the word Harry would use. She's not used to forcing another woman's head down the biggest cock she's ever seen after all, so she keeps stopping when she feels the first signs of resistance.

  "You and your demonic kind are why the world is such an unkind pce these days! Nobody helps anyone anymore because they don't trust strangers to have anything but ill intentions! That's your fault! You and your ilk! Harry is right! You deserve this! This and so much more, bitch!"

  "Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk…"

  Eyes watering, involuntary tears streaking her face, Lilith is experiencing true powerlessness at the moment. Harry imagines it might be the first time since the garden that the First Woman has felt like this. It might be the first time since she was set aside and repced by Eve that she's been reduced to such a pathetic state.

  And there's nothing… absolutely nothing she can do to stop it or mitigate it. Without her demonic power, she's nothing but the helpless young woman she dared to portray herself as. Harry looks down at her for a moment as Mary continues her ranting, smirking at the actual fear that he sees in Lilith's eyes. Then… he proceeds to ignore her, looking back up to Mary instead.

  The moment she sees his green eyes upon her, Mary stops talking, freezing up a little bit as she's caught up in his slightly magical gaze. Smiling gently, Harry tilts his head to the side.

  "Mary… I want you to imagine for a moment yourself in Lilith's pce."

  Mary jolts and blushes hard, but Harry doesn't let her get a word out.

  "It's alright. It's just fantasy after all. You're not doing anything aside from punishing this demon for her attempts at murdering us. So why not enjoy yourself, hm? Think about it. Think about what it might feel like to be between my legs instead."

  Breathing growing increasingly uneven, Mary flicks her gaze down to his cock and Lilith's head in her hands… and slowly nods. Biting her lower lip, she definitely starts to get more into it, pushing Lilith a bit further down his cock with every thrust. But she's also silent and that just won't do.

  "Describe it to me, Mary."

  His command causes her to flinch, but after a moment he gets what he wants all the same.

  "I'm… I'm sucking y-your cock. Taking you into my mouth. You're so big though… to big by half."

  Harry hums, even as Lilith gurgles and gags on just the first few inches of his bitch breaker.

  "… But I don't care. I want to please you. Even if it costs me, I want to make you happy."

  Starting to lose herself in the fantasy, Mary gets over that conscious hurdle of stopping when she hits minimal resistance. Harry grins wickedly as Lilith's eyes widen with realization. The strokes become deeper and faster while Mary lets out a soft, innocent moan.

  "Hulghk… Gagkh! Hulghk… Gagkh!"

  "I choke. I gag. I can't handle it. But I want to… for you… so I push harder. I keep going. I treat my mouth like a pussy made just for you."

  "Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

  Even as Lilith is first face fucked and then soon skull fucked on Harry's cock, Harry can tell that she's reluctantly aroused by what's going on. The innocent teacher she'd been pnning to repce… sinfully describing her own sexual debasement. An engaged woman acting out a truly debauched moment with a man who was not her fiancé.

  Yeah, Lilith is getting off on that, even if she'd never admit it. Mary meanwhile… oh, she's definitely enjoying herself.

  "I can feel you getting closer! I can tell, even as I'm losing air, that you'll cum soon! I know not to give up! I won't stop until I satisfy you!"

  "GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"

  Forcing Lilith all the way to the base of his cock at this point, Mary's voice is reverent as well as exultant. She's got the most beautiful, dazzling smile on her face as she stares up at him with an almost rapturous expression in this moment.

  Meanwhile, Lilith is definitely feeling the full brunt of Mary's refusal to 'give up'. She's also the one who's actually losing air here, her face going a little purple even as her eyes threaten to roll back in her skull. In the end though, Harry isn't going to let her die. Not that easily.

  With a loud groan, he proceeds to cum down the demon's throat, making Mary's words come true. He cums and cums, filling Lilith's belly, her throat, her mouth, and even her nose with his cum. The end result is a truly delirious looking First Woman, his seed having exploded out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth in truly copious amounts.

  She gurgles helplessly, still impaled on his cock until Mary finally shows mercy and pulls her off. Not with a pop, but a slow retching sound, until finally the young-looking woman is free of his bitch breaker and pulled back onto her knees as she sways side to side.

  Mary turns her so they're face to face on their knees between his legs. She stares at the helpless demon's cum drunk face and Harry sees in her mind's eye as the teacher imagines her own face like that, cum dripping from her nose and mouth.

  Slowly, Mary starts to subconsciously inch closer, ready to begin licking off the excess cum for a taste. Unfortunately for her… Harry isn't about to let her corrupt herself. No, that's his job and he's quite… selfish when it comes to such things.

  Before Mary's tongue can make contact with Lilith's face or more importantly Harry's cum, he pulls Lilith away from her, letting the First Woman drunkenly swallow and snort the leftover seed. As he rises and looks down at her, he smirks easily.

  "Ready for more, Lilith?"

  As the light of comprehension returns to Lilith's eyes, the trapped demon pants… and not just from the ck of oxygen. He can see it on her ruined face… she's already half-broken and feeling incredibly needy now.

  "Fuck me… fuck me you big dicked bastard. Fuck me!"

  Harry scoffs. She's in no position to be making demands and he's half-tempted to punish her severely and deprive her of what she's so desperate for. Fortunately for her, his pns for Mary demand that she continue to be… their go-between, of sorts.

  When Lilith tries to sm herself down on his cock, Harry grabs her by the hips instead and holds her firmly in pce. The demon, trapped in her weak human body as she is, can do nothing more than whine pathetically in response to this action.

  But Harry ignores her, looking past Lilith and onto Mary instead. The teacher's eyes are wide as she watches the scene, but when she sees him looking her way, she goes bright red.

  "Come on over, Mary. I'm not about to punish this little bitch without you, now am I?"

  She hesitates for a moment… but only a moment. Then, making her way over, Mary Wardwell sinks to her knees behind Lilith, grabbing the demon by her wide hips at Harry's direction. Once she's holding Lilith in pce above his cock, Harry gives Mary a grin.

  "Let's continue our little game from before, shall we? Use her as your surrogate and tell me everything you would do in her pce, if you weren't already… spoken for."

  Being reminded of her engagement makes Mary blush all the harder, but at the same time her eyes light up and she lets out a shuddering breath. After all, they've already established that anything they do to Lilith together is A-Okay and not a viotion of her fiance's trust. Likewise, using Lilith as their go between is also perfectly fine.

  Pressing herself against Lilith's naked back, the middle-aged woman breaths in the demon's musky scent even as Lilith's sweat immediately begins to soak through Mary's clothes. An interesting, slightly dark expression spreads across Ms. Wardwell's face after a moment, and she leans forward over Lilith's shoulder so that their heads are side by side.

  As Lilith trembles, dark brown eyes filled with wanton need directed at Harry, Mary Wardwell smiles a wicked smile, her own eyes filled with something… more.

  "If I were in her pce, Mister Potter… I would revel in the joy of submitting to a proper man."

  Harry raises an eyebrow even as Lilith pauses, having to take a moment to process Mary's words. But before she can even finish doing so, Mary is already driving her down his cock, hilting him inside of the demon's extremely tight, extremely wet pussy right then and there.

  Lilith howls in anger, having finally understood what Mary was implying, but also squeals in ecstasy, unable to ignore the pleasure of Harry's massive bitch breaker reshaping her insides.

  For Harry's part, he surreptitiously casts a minor strength enhancing charm on Mary Wardwell, just to make sure she has all of the physical strength she needs to manhandle Lilith and fuck her up and down on his dick. Neither woman really notices it as Mary instinctively uses her grip on Lilith's hips to slide her along the length of Harry's cock much more fluidly than she otherwise would have.

  Of course, as Lilith is moaning and groaning, Mary doesn't stop for even a moment. In fact, she really starts getting into it.

  "Stupid bitch. The First Woman… more like the first failure! You had a purpose! You had a calling! And you threw it away for what? To suck Satan's cock for all eternity? You traded the First Man for a lesser model and you've spent thousands of years trying to convince yourself you made the right call!"

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  Lilith would probably have something to say to Mary's berating, but thanks to the aforementioned strength enhancement, Mary is fucking the helpless demon all the harder and all the faster on Harry's cock. She's not letting up for even a moment as she uses her grip on Lilith's hips to absolutely rail the bitch, not giving Lilith a second to breathe let alone argue.

  "Your pce has always been here, with a proper human man. Anything else is just wrong. You thought you were free, but all your little act of rebellion did was make things worse for the rest of us. If I were you, I would give in right here and right now. I would accept my pce as Harry's cum dump. I would acknowledge how much of a total FAILURE I was before I found joy upon his big… fat… juicy… COCK!"

  Smming Lilith down, Mary has an almost exultant expression on her face as the demon tips over the edge. Lilith, meanwhile, has an expression of contorted reluctant pleasure that is morphing more and more into blissed out ecstasy. Indeed, as she cums HARD upon Harry's cock, he can see more and more of her resistance crumbling away as time goes on.

  Mary pauses for a moment as Lilith shudders and spasms upon his cock. But the moment that the demon begins to slump forward, she goes right back to it, returning to smming Lilith up and down his dick like there's no tomorrow.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  "Stupid cunt. Did you think we were done? I wouldn't be. With a cock this good? A man this righteous? I would worship him with all my heart for as long as I could! And then I would beg him to give me the strength to keep going so I could worship him with my body even longer!"

  Suddenly, Lilith squeals… and it takes Harry a moment to realize why. Mary Wardwell has a purely vindictive grin on her face as she jams her fingers up into the First Woman's ass, forcing her way into Lilith's bowels while still pushing her up and down his cock.

  Its incredibly arousing to see Mary Wardwell letting her inner freak out. The woman is far from unattractive despite her age, and truth be told… she seems to have been quite pent up. Holding back her true nature, hiding her tent desires behind a veil of 'normalcy' and 'morals'.

  Well, no longer. Mary's morals are rapidly falling to the wayside now that she has an acceptable target right in front of her. If Lilith were just some poor young woman picked up on the side of the road after a terrible, traumatic experience, then she never would have entertained the idea of touching or hurting her.

  But that's not the case at all. Lilith had been the one to try and strike first. She'd revealed herself as a monster who quite literally intended to kill Mary and wear her skin, stealing her life for the pns of Satan himself.

  In terms of perfect opportunities for corruption went, Harry isn't sure that he's ever come across a better one. And the more Lilith cums for them, the more Mary gets into it. She even looks to him at a certain point, speaking directly to him.

  "Please Mister Potter. Please fix this bitch of a woman. Help her return to her original purpose… as man's cocksleeve."

  Such lewd, crass words. Harry grins even as Lilith weakly growls in anger. But the growl loses much of its effect when she tips over the edge yet again a moment ter, cumming all over his cock and shuddering her way through yet another explosive orgasm.

  This continues for quite some time. Harry doesn't even have to give Mary any sort of mental nudge. The most he does is the physical enhancement… everything else is her. The vitriolic misogyny that spews forth from her lips as she degrades and derides Lilith for being the worst sort of woman, the type who didn't know her pce… that's all her. So is the rough, brutal treatment she shows Lilith, fingering the demon's asshole and even using her digits as a hook to drag her up and down his cock from behind.

  That too is all Mary Wardwell. There's a darkness lurking inside of the woman, a darkness that Harry admires quite a bit. He enjoys the view of the middle-aged teacher going to town on the seemingly young and nubile Lilith, using the demon as their go between all the while.

  Until finally… Lilith can take no more. She might be the First Woman and an ancient demon who has lived countless lifetimes more than either of them… but right now she's powerless in a way she hasn't been since the very beginning. She's reduced to just her human body with all of its human sensations.

  As such, when Lilith finally breaks under Mary's words and Harry's cock, he's not really that surprised. And a quick look at her mind with Legilimency proves its not a trick either. Tears streaming down her face, a fucked silly expression spread across her features, Lilith shudders and quivers her way through one st orgasm before finally speaking in a raspy tone.

  "P-Please… please, I submit. I beg of you… forgive me…"

  Mary growls into Lilith's ear, still very much into all of this.

  "Forgive you for what, demon?"

  "F-Forgive me… for not knowing my pce! Forgive me for daring to act against you, Lord Potter! I-I renounce! I renounce Satan! I swear myself to a new lord… a human lord! I swear I will serve you with all my heart, with all my eternally damned SOUL! I will give you whatever you desire, Master! I will sacrifice all in your name and gather the witches of Greendale to be used at your whims!"

  Harry raises both eyebrows as he feels the depths of Lilith's newfound devotion for him. Her words aren't just words either… she means them and even though he's locked away her demonic strength, that still means something. Harry feels it as a connection forms between himself and his new demon servant.

  … That might be bad, because for a connection to form off of the back of Lilith's mind broken devotion and submission, well, then any connection she had to Satan himself has been broken at the same time. Meaning that the Lord of Hell almost certainly knows his greatest servant, his first concubine… has slipped her leash.

  Hopefully, Lilith is his primary agent in Greendale and it will take him time to realize that this isn't some act of rebellion on her part, but an actual subversion by outside forces. Either way, Harry would burn that bridge when he got to it.

  For now… despite Lilith's promises, Mary isn't turned off, even as the demon offers up sacrifices in Harry's name. Either the woman doesn't quite understand what that means, or she has enough faith in Harry to believe he would only accept sacrifices of a… carnal nature, rather than blood and death. To be fair, she's almost certainly right if it's the second one.

  Regardless, with an almost fervent look of religious glee in her eyes, Mary sms Lilith's hips down onto his cock one st time. In the face of the demon's vocal submission, Mary herself reaches climax, squirting her panties and skirt sopping wet as she feels Harry's throbbing mast pulsing through Lilith's taut tummy.

  With that, Harry tips over the edge and fills Lilith's womb with his seed, solidifying the connection that had been forming between them. He marks her as his, ciming her dark, demonic soul right then and there and making her his bitch now and forevermore.

  Silence falls as Lilith colpses forward unconscious atop him. Mary, meanwhile, releases her hold on the demon, her fingers pulling out of Lilith's ass as she stumbles back.

  Slowly, Harry pulls Lilith off of his cock, sitting up and holding her in such a way that his massive member is sticking out proudly beneath her as he idly makes out with the broken, submissive demon.

  Really though, he's watching Mary's next moves, curious to see what dear Ms. Wardwell will do now. On her knees, her neat hair bun having come apart a while back, her eyes are fixed on his still hard, cum-stained cock. Its obvious that she's enraptured by the sight of it.

  This was an earth-shattering night for Mary Wardwell, after all. She'd almost been killed by a demon, only to learn magic was very real when she was saved by a wizard. Then, she was 'convinced' to participate in the breaking of said demon. To say Mary's worldview had been shattered would be an understatement. To say she was thoroughly overwhelmed would likewise by an understatement.

  As such, it's not really surprising that despite finding out the world was so much bigger than she ever knew, there's really only one 'god' she wants to worship and pray to now. Dropping forward onto her hands so that she's on her hands and knees, the soaking wet high school teacher crawls up to Harry.

  Rubbing the tip of his massive bitch breaker in the shape of a cross with her finger like some sort of perverse baptism… Mary Wardwell finally gives in and puts her fate in Harry's hands. Her love for her fiancé and her loyalty to the man who wasn't here when she needed him most both fall entirely to the wayside.

  Leaning forward, she sinks her willing mouth down onto his cock, eager to begin her new purpose in life as Harry's woman.

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