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NOTE: Yes, this chapter is pretty short, but it's also pretty important for later (though it's a fair bit later, minimum end of the summer). NEXT CHAPTER is the last one of FwB Part 1! I will PROBABLY be posting FwB2 as a second story, since 111 chapters+ gets cumbersome for readers and myself. So keep your eyes open- it should be posting two weeks from today.
Chap. 110: Relaxing Mornings are for Pussies
Iris Marie Potter woke up in an unfamiliar bed.
That was not very unusual for her, given the girl's history of promiscuity that had started years before and only grown more intense as she aged. But this bed, she didn't know at all, nor did she recognize the people in the bed with her.
At least, not at first. That one looked a lot like Hermione, only without the scar over her left eye that had taken that organ, too. That other looked like Ginny, one of her better friends, and the younger sister of her semi-official boyfriend. That one... That one she knew.
The rose-haired woman was pretending to sleep, but Iris could see the crack between lids of her left eye, where a soft, violet-pink glow betrayed the Succubus' wakefulness. That creature's presence was what told Iris where she was. Or at least, what world she was in.
Not her own.
She was in his world. Her brother's, or something close to it. Harry's world.
Iris looked down at herself, and found Harry's marvelous rod stiff with morning wood, but sprouting from her own familiar shape. Its tip bobbed with the pulse of her heart near Ginny's left hand, and Lilith's foot. She hadn't visited this world often of late. Harry seemed more comfortable in himself, which was good.
But if he didn't change his form to a female body, she wasn't called out from her own nether-mind space to assist him and shield his masculinity (among other things) from, well, her. Herself. The Harry-that-could-have-been. That, in her world, was.
Iris rolled her eyes at his silliness. She certainly thought of herself as female... but she didn't mind taking a male form. Then again, she had been trained to think of herself as a sexual creature, and a female one, from a young age. Was it a surprise for him to feel otherwise, when he had not been? She knew from their own brief, internal interactions as he 'fell asleep' and she 'woke up' that the person whose body she currently inhabited had only truly begun his own sexual awakening in his fifth year, and near the end of it.
Hers had been... earlier.
By seven years, thanks to her 'uncle', un-rest his aged bones in Tartarian depths.
But the Devil's IMP had long since made some sort of peace with her past. True, her therapist and Healer both suggested she try to do even better, but Iris liked who she was now, and saw no reason to change it. The past was what it was, it had helped shape her into who she was.
And Iris liked herself. In fact, narcissism aside, Iris loved herself. How many girls her age could truly say that, and mean it?
Far too few, she was well aware.
Hagrid had taught her parts of that, Ron more, and her other friends even more. Iris knew the lesson now, though, and knew it well. She stretched slowly, luxuriating in the fine, even sumptuous bed, though she was mindful to not jostle Harry's world's Hermione and Ginny.
The Succubus, well... as she finished, Iris nudged her shoulder with a foot as she rolled onto her back, and thought intently, "Lilith, would you be a dear and ride me? I haven't had a cock in a while, and it's needy."
Lilith herself didn't respond mentally or verbally for a moment. Instead, she drifted a hand, swirling it through the air as a faint dust filtered down. Both witches, well, her planar-brother's friends and lovers, not Iris herself, shifted in their sleep, and breathed a little more deeply. Then she straddled Iris' legs, shifted her dripping, bare pussy up and down Harry's dick, and then reached down to angle it into her.
She sighed as the Succubus dropped down, and slowly started gyrating in small circles after their bodies touched. Lilith whispered quietly, "I wasn't aware you were actually in there, Iris. Interesting. Is Master sleeping?"
The girl in question turned her mind's eye inward for a moment, reaching into herself with senses tuned by many hours of meditation and self-reflection, not all of it due to a therapist's advice, though all she wanted to do was reach up and grab hold of the delicious creature's firm tits and hips while she enjoyed their slow sex.
He was there... but distant. Not, she thought, even asleep. Just... distant. "I think perhaps he's in my world," she surmised aloud, "Far from here, at any rate. More than just in miles... if it's physical distance, it's in many thousands and thousands. Cosmic distances."
Lilith frowned thoughtfully, "That would probably make him in your world, then. I still feel the bond, but it's pulled fairly taut. It's stronger to you right now, in fact. Very strange. Any idea how it happened?
Iris shrugged, "None. Voldemort's dead- the one in my world. Last night? The night before? I don't know, not long ago. We were celebrating... bit of a party. It was a nice time, and I fell asleep thinking of Harry, wishing he were there to have fun. Then I woke up here, after what felt like a dreamless sleep."
With a frown the Succubus lifted a hand between them, though the other dainty appendage landed on Iris' own pert tits, so very like her own, and gave it a little squeeze. "May I feel...? Hermione could probably do this better, but..."
"Go ahead," Iris nodded. She loved feeling Lilith's supernaturally perfect pussy on her borrowed dick, but she knew this was important.
The prodding of Lilith's magic and aura against her own was gentle, but purposeful. It mostly suffused the area around her forehead, where she knew Harry's curse scar had been, but occasionally the testing hand drifted lower, even going to far once to circle two fingers around Harry's shaft while she took a pause in her ride.
As the exploration went on, Lilith's frown only grew more thoughtful, though Iris could tell she was enjoying their coupling quite as much as the witch was. "Yes... definitely, for today, I'd say my bond with you is stronger. But yours with him is stronger still, wherever he is. I'd thought he was just asleep, yours and his are so much alike, but... no, he's wherever you come from, I think."
"I don't envy him, then," Iris giggled quietly, "because I'm reasonably sure I fell asleep nestled between Ron and Hermione... and I think I was facing Ron. None of us were clothed."
Lilith snickered, "No, I don't think he'll like that. Hm. It's pure conjecture, but I believe if you were to shift into him he could get back... or possibly if you think of him when you sleep?"
"Maybe," Iris agreed. Her understanding of magic was imperfect, of course, but as far as theory went she was well beyond her soul-brother, or whatever they were. Still, planar travel and interdynamics were a most complicated subject at best, so anything she might suggest was guesswork or worse. "I suppose there's nothing but to try it."
"Hmm... or we wait," Lilith grinned, "You say Voldemort's dead?"
"Yes... watched his corpse hit the ground. No ghost, no spirit, no shade, no nothing: just dead. No more soul-shards. No phylacteries. Nothing."
"Then, if you don't mind some peace and quiet," Lilith shrugged, "Should we let him celebrate with your friends, and you can have a relaxing day here? If sleeping doesn't work, we can try the willful way tomorrow. Unless you want to get back, of course."
"Maybe after I cum," Iris giggled quietly, then lay her hands onto Lilith's hips, and started gently thrusting up to match her movements. "Like I said, it's been a while since I've had a cock. Haven't had much opportunity lately. Hermione was... needy, last night, but Ron was up to satisfying both of us."
"Lucky him," Lilith grinned.
"And us. He's... well, that thing's deep."
"I'm aware," the Succubus chortled, "Master is still a little bigger most of the time, but your boyfriend certainly has enough to do the job, and impressive stamina for a boy his age. In both worlds, it seems."
Conversation fell by the wayside after a few more moments of more idle talk, as Lilith slowly transitioned from soft circles to bouncing wildly on Iris' slight body and its comparatively massive todger. Eventually, though, the need to move prompted Iris to sit up and drop the Succubus onto her back. Then she hiked the creature's legs up onto her shoulders, and pushed her into a mating press, which had become one of her more favorite positions instead of one of her least, once someone who loved her started doing it as opposed to monstrous people who only used her for their own darkest lusts... and paid her uncle for the privilege.
"You're a damned good shag," Iris murmured after a minute or two of sheathing and drawing her brother's flesh-spear from his Succubus, "I see why Master likes you."
Lilith's eye cocked, "Master?"
Iris blushed, but nodded, "I figured since that's how you know him, I'd just refer to him that way."
"Right," Lilith replied skeptically, "Or are you saying you want Master to fold you in half like you're doing to me, and give you a true dicking-down?"
Iris didn't rise to the obvious bait, though. Instead, still thrusting her pelvis into the creature's body, closed her eyes in a moment's concentration. Magic flared throughout the room, but most strongly between them. Even in her magically-deepened sleep, with her eyes closed, Hermione winced momentarily at its strength. When Iris' eyes opened, they were shining with a brilliant emerald light, too much like the Killing Curse to represent anything but danger.
"Submit," Iris said. Just the one word.
In a moment, Lilith's will, her bond with Harry, shattered. Or... no, was supplanted.
The Succubus panicked, but only for a moment. Harry was still there... just as strong as before. Only his thread was somewhere to the under-left of reality now, similar to how Iris' had been before, while her Contract called her to the witch fucking her, instead. "What... what did you do?"
She couldn't keep the panic from her voice, but at least she kept it low.
"Nothing drastic," Iris murmured as the glow faded and her normally brilliant green, just a bit darker than Harry's own, replaced it. Then the girl leaned down and started humping faster, using only her hips, naturally, as if she were born to it. "I simply replaced Harry as your Contractor for a few minutes. An hour, at most. I'm not here to take his place, or take him from you, of course. I love him. I love his friends, including you. I wouldn't take him from you. Not even to save this world."
"Then what...?"
Iris shrugged, and humped faster still, "Mostly to see if I could. Esoteric magic is my strong suit, after all, the more strange and less-known the better. It'll wear off, though, it's a very old version of the Imperius. Almost... primordial. True Speech, maybe, or a Word of Creation. I don't know what your world calls the equivalent in ours. But I really only did that for two reasons. One, to say I had a Succubus at my beck and call for a while... and to say this:
"I command you not to reveal what I am about to tell you to anyone until a time of my choosing, which I will make known to you by this sign."
Ten minutes passed.
In that ten minutes, Iris laid out a plan, instructions.
Lilith nodded, committing everything Iris told her to memory. She couldn't have forgotten if she tried, just as she could not have told anyone. Her Contract forbade it.
Somehow, Iris had taken a Contract, formed, signed, sealed, and she...
She had changed it.
By adding someone new. By adding herself.
Finally, after the fifth orgasmic wash flooded into her body from her borrowed Mistress, Lilith's eyes widened in more than just worry and barely-restrained terror.
"Do you understand?" Iris asked quietly, as she finally withdrew Harry's member from her.
"I... I think so," she Succubus murmured. Her soul, moments before, had been filled with physical bliss, that so necessary to her kind, but also fear of more than existential kind.
Now... Now her voice was filled with wonder.
Somehow, this girl, Harry's alter-ego from another dimension entirely, had the answer. All the answers Lilith craved. She could not use them to destroy this world's Voldemort. It wouldn't work the same way twice, causality alone would see to that. But the other things, the ones that truly mattered...
As Iris closed her eyes and drifted with a loving smile back to sleep, Lilith lay on the bed, weeping true tears of happiness.
Harry had to be dreaming. Hermione was there, sucking his cock. Only she was... older, maybe. More world-weary. Scarred, and not just lightly. Her face was still beautiful, but marred in a way. Not an uncomely way, though it was new enough to still be a bit ghastly, but in a way most would find off-putting at first. A six-inch-long scar went from the center of her forehead and out to the middle of her left cheek, and the eye there was now milky, almost white, with only hints of brown still.
Another body was on his right in the dorm room, but Harry didn't care to move, if his dream-state would allow it. Hermione's bobbing on his head was ravenous, as if she hadn't sucked him off in weeks and weeks. But her skill...
Well, that was one of the reasons Harry was sure he was dreaming. She was good, but not as good as normal. Enough to satisfy, but not up to her usual standards.
She wasn't even throating him.
Still, Harry stretched a bit to work out some of his morning stiffness, then put his hand on dream-Hermione's head. It was his dream... he'd just have to alter it.
He pushed down... she resisted.
That wasn't like her, but he pushed harder. She loved doing it, she was probably just playing.
Hermione coughed, and slapped his stomach.
Confused, Harry let go, and she came off him completely, spittle flying everywhere, "Damn it, Harry," she muttered darkly, then reached for one of the sheets to wipe her mouth before sending him a glare, "I got told to make you feel welcome if you ever showed up, but come on! Don't force that monster into my throat! I'm not used to it, unlike your Hermione!"
"Wh- What? What're you talking about, Hermione?"
The witch only shook her head exasperatedly, "What? Don't recognize the scar? Yeah, Harry... hate to break it to you, but I'm not your Hermione. I've only ever had one penis in me... well, until I woke up and started giving you head, because my girlfriend asked me to. But if you're going to be like that, I can just not."
"Er, n- no," Harry stammered, "I'm sorry, I'm just... confused. You can go back to what you were doing, though."
"Hmm?"
Harry jumped. That was Ron's voice.
He wasn't that unused to having Ron wake up in his bed, but something about it this time made Harry turn his eyes, then his head.
Two inches from him was his best friend's own morning wood.
It was not what he wanted to see. Harry screeched in a most unseemly, unmanly way, and scrambled back far enough to thump onto the floor. "Wait? Iris? Why've you gone all... bloke? That's not on," Ron muttered sleepily.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Idiots," she muttered. "Then again, I don't suppose I thought in either world they'd be different."