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  In which Harry lets Bel start w on a way to let him eat souls~

  -x-X-x- His first impulse might be to reject Bel’s proposition… but Harry hadn’t done all he had to e ba time just to exercise half-measures. As he thrusts into her, fug Beltrix upon the bed that the Room of Requirement had created for them, Harry frowns… and knows that in this case, she might be on to something. He wasn’t the sort of man who could enjoy the act of fug other men, even for the purposes of subjugating them. That would never be him, and as he’d already previously thought, he shouldn’t HAVE to resort to that sort of thing in order to get the power he o do what had to be done. His goals SHOULD have all been easily aplished solely through perf the ritual on witches of enough age and power to build out his strength.That said… there was no denying that any additional power that he could secure on top of all of that could be of dramatic importance down the line. In spite of his foreknowledge, there was sure to be some road bumps here and there as he made moves that might ge the future that he knew. Being ready for any surprises aramount, and Bel’s proposal might just mean the differeween prepared and unprepared for whatever the world threw at him. On top of that… there were many individuals who Harry would hold no puns about using a modified version of the ritual on. He didn’t sider himself a monster, but he wasn’t Dumbledore’s Golden Boy or anything like that. He hadn’t been for a long, long time. Hell, he wouldn’t have Beltrix making this offer in the first pce while he was ball’s deep inside of her if he was. Voldemort and his Death Eaters immediately came to mind when Harry sidered just who the targets of Bel’s proposed modified ritual would be. And Harry didn’t holy have any issue using it on any of them either. The problem would be if Beltrix tried to push for him to use it on others… but Harry was the one in trol here. He was Bel’s Master, not the other way around. Reag up, he s his hand arouhroat, to remind both himself and the former Death Eater just who she belongs to. His fiighten as she gasps, her eyes widening slightly and her lips parting. A quiet moan leaves her lips as her pussy walls tighten around his shaft in time with the minor bout of asphyxiation she’s currently experieng thanks to him. Harry grunts in turn, squeezing down more and more, pletely cutting off her ability to breath. As her face grows red and then a little purple, he looks her in the eye and gives his a long st. “Do it, Beltrix. Retool the ritual, remove the sexual and binding pos, and find a way for me to take their magiy own. However… you will NOT experiment on any is. You will not use this ritual without my permission and supervision. And you will not a any way that you know I would disapprove ardless of how ‘effit’ or ‘timesaving’ it might be.” He knew Beltrix Lestrange. He knew her better than she perhaps knew herself. His own rabid attack dog… and ohat he’d already chosen to keep on a short leash by makiay here with him, at Hogwarts. But all the same… her idea held merit. And so Harry would let her try to make it happen. It wasn’t like he would be engaging in this magic draining as soon as tomorrow anyways. What Bel was talking about… it held the same issues as him bonding with a younger witch who’s magic hadn’t pletely settled just yet. If he tried to do either too early, then he was setting himself up for failure. He needed a strong foundation first, ohat wouldn’t crumble on him if he took on too much at onbsp;With that said, Harry finally rexes his grip on Bel’s throat, havi her eyes very nearly roll ba her head from ck of air before he ultimately does so. He waits patiently for her to gulp in some oxygen before finally giving her response. “O-Of course… Master… your Will be done.” Moving his hand to her breast instead, Harry caresses it and then pinches a nipple between his fingers, making Bel moan and ch down on his co a sudden asm as a reward for her obedience. In all hoy, that was the real reason he was okay with letting her move forward with her proposition. He knew he could trust her to obey him wholly and pletely. That didn’t mean she wasn’t a potential bomb that could blow up in his face at any time… but if he gave her clear and cise instrus, she would follow them to the end of the line. With that deade, Harry lets out a sigh and focuses on giving Bel a good, hard dig, even as he tio further bind her magic to his own, ing it further and further up in his power until it was indistinguishable from what was inally there. She beloo him… and they both k. A woman like Beltrix couldn’t be left to roam freely. Luckily for her, he was a much kinder Master than Voldemort had ever been. That said, even as he finishes up with her for the evening arix retakes her animagus form as they return to his dorm to keep up appearances, Harry’s mind is rag ahead as always. First Hermione and now Beltrix. They both just wao help, but with the former now on a path that would only lead to one iable clusion and the tter pnning to devise a way for him to accumute even more personal power… Harry felt that it robably time to move up his other pns. He hat foundation he kept talking about. He yesterday. And the only way he was going to get it was by binding the magiore witches to his own. He’d been w whether he would finish things with Aurora or try and juggle multiple witches at once, but now… now he knew what o be done. He was already juggling multiple witches at once when one sidered Hermione’s insatiable curiosity, Beltrix’s mad brilliance, and Aurora’s perverse nature. It was time to finish things with Aurora. Time t the Astronomy Professor in from the cold, for better or worse. -x-X-x- SMAbsp;“A-ah~” Aurora Sinistra’s back arches and her eyes threaten to roll in her skull as the hand of her domineering lover es down upon her shapely dark ass cheek. She moans wantonly as Harry Potter spanks her as is his right. He owns her after all, more now than he did before even. She shouldn’t have let things go on as they had, but in the end… what choice did she really have? She’d let him have his way with her multiple times sihat first night, and she hadn’t done much at all to fight him over it. Her token protests had fallen away ages ago, and these days she just preteo suffer in silence… when iy, they both knew she was absolutely enjoying everything he was doing to her. As her toys buzz away inside of her at his dire, Harry turns his spanking of her ass into a deep-tissue molestation. As he grinds his fingers into her buttocks, Aurora mewls, only to have him grab her by her hair and pull her head back with his other hand. “Aurora… it’s time we talked about our future together.” That gets the beleaguered woman’s attention. Their… their future together? “What… a-ah, what do you have in mind… s-sir?” Even as he’s physically holding her in two pces, Aurora feels like he’s inside of her despite that not currently being the case. His cock, twitg and throbbing as it is while she strokes it off to the side, is nowhere near her pulsing, g y. A… a, it feels like he’s slipped into every pore of her body. Every fiber of her being. And to tell the truth, she loves it. “There’s a ritual I want to perform with you.” Aurora’s eyes snap open at that. A ritual? There were only so many rituals he could be talking about. To be fair, ritual magic had fallen out of favor among most of the British Wizarding World. Even her colleagues, Professor Vector and Professor Babbling, who taught Arithmand A Runes respectively, didn’t put much sto ritual magic these days. Sure, their disciplines could be used to do ritual magic, but they could also be used in other ways, like for instance, ward magic. The differeween ritual magid magical wards was simple. Ritual magided to involve perma es and ges between people, while ward magided to secure pces and things, proteg locations and the valuables within them. The Ministry of Magic had long toyed with the idea of banning ritual magid deg it all dark magic, but that hadn’t happened yet… and it might never happen, simply because the very cept of ritual magic had fallen out of fashion all on its own and didn’t truly ate a ban anymore. Why did Aurora know all of this? Simple, really… she ervert. A huge fug pervert who had long been aroused by the debauched, depraved idea of what ossible with ritual magic. With the right magical ritual, you could quite literally ensve someoo you. You could do whatever you wao another person with the proper ritual. Hell, you could do whatever you wao yourself as well. Self-ritual magic was exceedingly dangerous, of course… and part of why Aurora had never engaged in such a thing. But she’d thought about it. Studied it even, once upon a time. And she’d long fantasized about the idea, even if she’d never given in to her younger self’s desires and had long given up on the idea. Still, there was just something so arousing about the possibility of increasing her sensitivity. Of making herself perpetually more aroused. Of ruining herself and ultimately increasing the ces of her perverse nature being discovered by those around her, be they students, her fellow professors, or even the Headmaster. … Well, less that st ohe Astronomy Professor wasn’t the sort of woman who had a thing for men THAT old and grey. But she would be lying if she said she hadn’t fantasized a time or two about being in a different time and finding herself at the total mercy of a Hogwarts Headmaster who was less wrinkly and decrepit than Albus Dumbledore. Phineas Nigellus Bck for instance, had some paintings that showed him off at a sterling age when he’d still been Headmaster of Hogwarts. The man was said to have been quite difficult and domineering, and his portraits around Hogwarts could be much the same… perfect for someone as perverted as Aurora. That all was to say… yes, she knew all about ritual magio, she had never even dared to use ritual magi herself or seek out someone who would do it to her. It was too dangerous and Aurora had always known the differeween fantasy ay. It was ohing to fantasize about selling yourself to some handsome wizard to be his ritually bound sve for the rest of your days. It was another eo actually gh with it. … Rather, Aurora had THOUGHT she khe differeween fantasy ay. Because now here she was, experieng a harsh dose of said reality with Harry groping her ass and holding her up by her hair, patiently waiting for her response as he pys with the magically ented toys she has littering her naked body. A whimper leaves Aurora’s lips as she finally musters up her voice to speak. “You want… you want to perform a ritual on me?” Her pussy ches around nothing whatsoever, her ass stuffed with her glistening butt plug. Harry tio manhandle her casually, still kneading her dark-skinned bubble butt as the voluptuous Astronomy Professor quivers in his grasp. “Yes. I want to take our retionship to the level. You’re mine, aren’t you? So why not… make it official?” Aurora pants even more heavily than before at that. He was really talking about ritually ensving her, wasn’t he? He wao make her his sex sve in actuality. She would… she would bee his property forever and ever. It’s terrible how much the idea is turning her on. But she has to stay coherent. She has to be pragmatic here. Obviously, Harry doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s still young. Even if he’s found a proper ritual that won’t blow up in their faces, he doesn’t have all the facts. “It would… it would be a bad idea, if you were to perform such a ritual on me, Mister Potter… the Headmaster and the Deputy Headmistress would likely be able to tell. Hogwarts’ wards would catch such a thing i-immediately…” There’s a brief pause in which Harry digests her words and Aurora assumes that he will accept that it simply ’t be done. But thes out a soft chuckle. “That won’t be a problem. We’d do it on a Hogsmeade weekend and out of the castle to be safe of course, but ohe ritual is do’s uable. No one will be able to tell, Aurora.” S-So familiar… not even a ‘Professor Sinistra’ anymore. And also… he sounds so fident as well. So sure of himself. Letting out a shuddering gasp as he finally moves his hand from her ass to her pussy, sliding three fingers up intushing snatch, Aurora bites her lower lip. “How… how you be so sure, sir?” As he pistons the digits in and out of her, Harry hums for a moment before answering her. And his answer… shocks her to her core. “Because I’ve already performed the ritual once before with someone. And that someone is here at Hogwarts. No one has noticed. No one tell. As I said… the ritual is uable.” That was… that was a lot. Just whehought she was getting a handle on Harry Potter, he went and blew her approximation of him out of the water all ain. But… truly? She wasn’t his only… his only quest? No, more than that, Aurora wasn’t even his first. She finds herself w who he performed the ritual on before her. Who could it be? Young Miss Granger, perhaps? She certainly hoped not but it wasn’t like she was in a position to py the disapproving Professor. Even still… even still, she definitely shouldn’t just give in. She should fight this every step of the way. She should demand more information at the very least! She shouldn’t just accept Harry’s offer solely because he was making her deepest, darkest desires e true! -x-X-x- The Patreon Vote: [X] Aurora Sinistra jumps at the ce, slut that she is - 72%[ ] She... at least asks some more questions first. Does her due diligence. - 26%[ ] No... she 't. She turns dowual, even if it means Harry exposes her. - 2%