Chapter 132 - Ch 131 - Missing her Boyfriend

"Er, I guess it is. I only had a few Goblins, but most Dwarves who run in the background... My car was the 'first' successful prototype, but after its success, they are more willing to work with me. The Ministry of Magic' outside Britain, already is a big purchaser of muggle cars, and half the old families also want one.... All they needed was someone to enchant it right.... I've already gotten Yorkshire Carrow hiring more people to work under her, and she's doing a good job. Some of them have not yet passed out of Hogwarts so I'm taking them in as interns and part-timers for now."

"Like whom?"

"Tracey Davis for example showed interest but hadn't conceded her vigilance yet... I've already got some applications from Hogwarts grads, 'Penny Haywood', Tanya Khanna and a couple more names that I can't remember. Melony even got Penelope, with a couple of people from her year, and.... why are you staring at me like that?"

And she was. Susan was staring at him. Not the 'I want to eat you' or 'I'll cut you into tinypieces' stare but something inscrutable. Almost made Lucifer wish, he could legilimize her thoughts right then, but stopped due to blood wards.

"Susan?"

"Huh… uh, nothing, just wondering."

"About what?"

"You."

Lucifer poked his own cheeks, "Me?"

Susan met his eyes and scowled, "Yo---you frustrate me to no end, arsehole. The last two years, you've been doing all kinds of Miracle worthy stuff, hiding behind Granger's skirts, and yet, you've been a hero. You fought... Quirrell to save the Stone, you went to the Chamber of Secrets to save Weasley's sister and killed the Basilisk. You've been this hero, a good boy to be admired all this time, and suddenly you turn into a jock, start flirting and bedding girls and…"

She fumed. "It just makes me 'so furious!"

"Really? Why's that?"

"Do you really know nothing bethrotals?! Mrs. Abbott had written off Hannah to you! Those Greengrass sister are always this clingy, their mother had given you 'her bed' in family's name...! And, and, Granger is definitely sexual with you! What about us, where do we stand?"

Ah, he could see where this was going.

"Amelia mentioned it, yes. About her and James Potter."

Susan frowned at his casual use of her aunt's name, "Did she now? When?"

"When I was having a soak."

Her eyes bulged. "You mean—"

"I was suffering from 'physical exhaustion', and could barely move on my own. In Amelia's words, we're both adults and should act like one. She helped me disrobe and get into the bath.... She thought I'd need help getting dry and putting my clothes back, so she stayed. We ended up talking."

And much more. But there was no need to tell her that.

"And she mentioned her one sided history with James Potter?"

"Among other things, yes."

Susan Bones, her only kin, frowned even more, slightly worried, "Auntie has never gotten past that. You know how she said she was supposed to become... 'Harry Potter's guardian?' That's why I said, I know what it's like to lose your entire family in Herbology to him'."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, she didn't want to care for any kind of boy anymore. Yes, she ended up welcoming you instead. Whatever you did... in those 'ten minutes', you must have seriously impressed her."

'Oh girl', Lucifer thought darkly, while giving a deep look of pity from inside, 'She really has no idea.'

"And that makes me wonder, if she was impressed by you, then where does that leave things for me."

"....What do you mean?"

That made Lucifer grow a pouty expression in a puzzle. While Susan took a step forward to emphasize her viewpoint, "You're a mystery to me. I'm not sure if I like it."

"And why is that?"

"...Because all my life I've seen my aunt live a lonely life because she dared to love a Gryffindor... you have been catching us girls like some..."

"Like some pokemon?"

"What's that?! I feel kinda offended. No, I don't know if I'm enthralled or repulsed by it."

"That feels like a major 'you' issue."

She snorted, and took another step forward, "Joke all you want, but I'm now pissed off. All my life Auntie stayed negative about, 'neverfancy a boy who had feelings for someone else', and you are an enemy of her oath entirely, yet 'first time' you met with company of Lady Greengrass... She got so impressed that she invited you to stay, and now she's seen you without your clothes and I find that more than 'mildly annoying.'"

Lucifer grinned and took a step forward of his own, "That can easily be corrected, you know."

She laughed again. "In your dreams, Morningstar."

They were only inches apart now.

"No, Not in dreams. In real life. I can make it real, even the naughty things that you might dream of."

"Naughty ones, huh?"

Lucifer softly grabbed her chin. "Especially the naughty ones. Question is, do you want that?"

Susan's response was to take another step forward, and their lips met. The red haired girl was staring at him with a deer in the headlights expression on her face.

Deep brown eyes regarded Lucifer with such desire and wonder that he couldn't look away. All his plans of getting her to leave the room to get some rest flew out of the window, and the next thing he knew, her lips were pressed against his own.

It was soft to begin with, as if she were testing the waters, but he automatically returned her kiss.

Within a few seconds, their tongues were battling for dominance as both forgot themselves and simply enjoyed the moment. Lucifer wasn't sure when it happened, but the next thing he knew, he was sitting at the edge of bed, with Susan's leg swung over and now she was straddling him.

The boy's hands found purchase on her hips as her fingers ran through black curls as she pulled the playboy Gryffindor' into her. Susan's hips rocked against Lucifer, and his hands guided her movements before he let his fingers trail under her top, and up the smooth, bare skin of her back.

He felt her moan into his mouth as her body shuddered from the touch, making Lucifer want to touch her more and more. He was drunk on the 'feeling' of her body and addicted to the sounds drawing out of her.

They finally came up for air after what felt like an eternity. Her hair hung about like a red curtain, blocking the outside world. Both of their chests heaved with heavy breathing as the pair struggled to calm beating hearts, and Lucifer felt his cock nestled between her legs.

"Morgana!" She whispered. "Lucifer… is that —"

"'Not my wand, And yes, it's because I'm happy to see you.'

"Prat!" She softly struck him on the shoulder. And then with a smile, she said, "I suppose that's flattering. Given what I'm wearing..."

Lucifer pushed her slightly just to look at her baggy clothes. Someone had gone out of her way to hide her fantastic bust. He wondered if that was simply because she was at home, because Susan hardly dressed this conservative outside.

"You look great in anything, even a potato sack."

She threw her head back and laughed, "I'll tell you I can totally rock a potato sack." Her hand moved downward and touched Lucifer's cock from above his shorts, "It's so thick. And throbbing."

She met his eyes again, and bit her bottom lip, "Can I see your….?" The girl trailed off in hope.

"See my… 'what?"

Her fingers gripped the cock softly and began massaging it above the shorts, "This..."

"Do you really think it's a good idea?"

"No," Susan admitted without feeling a notch of embarrassment, that she thought was already quite impressive of he, "But I want to. I haven't seen one before, you know, 'face to face'. Granger's anatomy books had it.. but, I want to see yours."

"What on earth is she reading? I told her not to do so openly..."

"Lucifer, I don't want to be left behind by my best friend Hannah. I know you've been with her."

He looked at her in surprise.

"She's my bestie! We tell each other everything. She told me how you made her feel, taking her 'first time.' I felt angry, but I also felt happy. Hannah likes you… very much, and she gets lonely without you."

"Like your aunt?"

"Don't get any ideas, 'Morningstar."

Susan warned in a stern tone, as Lucifer sensing danger vibes from the girl stop, immediately raised both hands in surrender. She was literally holding his manhood hostage, best not to make the girl angry further.

"But yes, Like my aunt. I wish I could have been like Hannah. She takes these things so easily with that air-headed innocent face."

Susan was absolutely inexperienced when it came to sex. It almost made Lucifer feel guilty about what he was about to do.

"You're right. I've been with Hannah. And others. And will be in the near future...."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Why?" Susan repeated, "Why can't you be happy with just —"

"Just—?"

"You know, one woman."

"Like you?"

She blushed like a tomato. "Maybe?"

Lucifer chuckled, completely out of his own bounds, and didn't know how to respond for a long moment, why asked, to not love, whom you want to care about?

When he didn't answer, and kept staring at breasts with a stupefied face, she scowled, getting irritated by the seconds holding the boy's cock, roughly in grip, "What's there to laugh about?"

That made Lucifer laugh harder, "Just a day ago, you hated my guts for not saying hello when I was here. And now you're proposing marriage..."

Her cheeks started to burn, and somehow convinced herself it was all for the Greater Good, "I'm sorry. I didn't intend to come across as a pushy woman. It's just… I've responsibilities. As the Bones heiress, I cannot just do whatever. It's my job to lead House Bones in the future, make it prosper, and for that, I cannot let my character be besmirched. It's why I've always tried to be like my aunt.... I study hard, and train every day, so that someday I too can be 'DMLEDirector.' And when it's time, my aunt will find me someone that fits the bill to marry and have children."

"Someone that fits the bill?"

"You know, a pureblood of considerable pedigree, preferably the second or third son of another Ancient House, who'd be willing to marry into the Bones family and take my family name... In my absence, he'd be Regent Bones until one of our children can take the mantle. The other alternative is to, well, marry someone of my station— 'Heir or Lord of an Ancient and Noble' family, but in that case, I'd be relegated to the position of a Second wife, while he'd have another wife for his own family. Our 'first-born' would take his family's name while the second-born would be a Bones."

"Somehow I don't think Amelia would like that."

"She wouldn't," Susan agreed wholeheartedly with a nod of her entire face, "She's had her heart broken by. She thought he'd abide by pureblood protocol, marry her, and take Lily Evans as his concubine. Instead, James rejected their betrothal and Auntie became… well, what she is. When news of your association with multiple girls came to light, Auntie looked overjoyed at being proven right."

'And what did 'that' tell me about Amelia Bones?' Lucifer suppressed the urge to smile. Susan was… innocent. For all her mothering and her stern facade, she was an innocent girl that was still living under her aunt's protection, living a life as dictated by her aunt. Even though part of her rebelled at the idea of such a life, she had come to accept it as her destiny, ignorant of the fact that her aunt's views, something she had based her foundations on, were stuck in a maelstrom that would shatter them completely.

A plan began to form in his mind.

And it wasn't a good one. If he messed up even a tiny bit, it would spell disaster and utterly destroy chances of having the Bones duo. It would also damage relationship with Amelia to a significant degree, and possibly hamper the professional relationship they had agreed upon. His plans for Grahams' would suffer serious setbacks.

It was a horrible, horrible plan.

But…If he succeeded, the fruits would be magnificent. Take a guess on what Lucifer chose to do next?

"Maybe it's not my place to comment, but in your own words, you're trying to imitate your aunt. And your aunt, honestly speaking, does not feel like a very happy woman...."

"Don't I know that?" She asked, even Lucifer could almost taste the bitterness in her tone.

"Then why do you follow her strict rules? She's the Regent, but you're the Lady, aren't you? Shouldn't you have the right to live your life the way you please?"

"You don't understand, Lucifer. I am Lady Bones. I have a legacy to—"

"A legacy that only exists so long as there are people. The Potters too are a Noble family. Same for the Blacks. You don't see Harry or Sirius Black trying to fulfil their parents' aspirations.... Look, I wanted to live my own life, have free will and make it worth living. The family, the legacy, they all be damned.... So, I was casted out."

"Casted? W.. what's that supposed to mean, are those... rumours around Hogwarts really true?"

Suddenly, there was a tone of concern that came out etched into her voice, as Susan looked quite perplexed and furious at what her mind was developing conclusions into.

She knitted her eyebrows, and body twitched.

Lucifer held the overly kind hearted girl with big palms, "Look at you. You're straddling me, and we just kissed... You tell me, what do you want to do next? Enjoy and do what makes you happy, or force yourself to walk away, even if it hurts you, because you think you have a legacy to stay true to?"

"....Does your family name really mean that little to you?" She asked in a small voice.

"My birth name was... 'Samael'. I discarded it, cause it's like a reminder of my Dad's control. I chose the name Lucifer Morningstar after rebelling and being cast out....Your Auntie can hate it as much as she wants, but the truth is she let James go. She was too confident about the protocol and family legacy and focussed too little on him. Did they even hold hands in such manner, I hardly doubt? Maybe if she had been more direct about her feelings, James... would have never looked at 'Lily Evans.' But she didn't, and James found love in Lily, and Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived' was born who defeated You-know-who. James chose his own happiness above his family..."

At this point, the girl was barely moving as she sat on his stomach, and had gone quite like a 'Mouth removal' cursed, Silencing Charm'.

"Imagine... if he hadn't done that, Voldemort might have still been out there, terrorising this country and killing people left and right. I'm not saying that 'Family' and 'legacy' means nothing, but your own life has to come first.... The dead are 'dead' and they're not coming back, so let them be. Only the 'living' matter, as it should."

Susan just… stared. There was something intense in her eyes, a calculation that he couldn't make heads or tails of.

"... what?"

She didn't say a word. Instead she brought her lips closer and kissed Lucifer again. And as she did, he felt her loosen the threads tying the shorts and he waited for the ultimate moment to arrive.

That cock was still not fully hard, but it was enough to make her eyes go wide, Lucifer barely resisted the urge to get her to suck it, and let nature take its due course.

"Can I touch it?" She asked tentatively.

"Go ahead."

Susan slowly reached out with her fingers, trailing up the length of his cock as it grew to full mast. She must have sensed the sudden change, and pulled her hand away.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "Did that hurt? I think I did something wrong."

'Oh you sweet summer child', Lucifer mused, he was going to have so much fun corrupting her, "Didn't hurt," And even promised her, "It felt good."

This time, Susan tried again, not shying away when his cock twitched.

"It's so big," she giggled.

"How do you know?"

"Well, me and Hannah talk. And I've seen pictures, even moving ones," She then bit her lip, considering her own way to make it an equal deal, "Would you like to see my… you know?"

Lucifer almost tickled her sides with both hands, but behaved, "Don't you think you're being too hasty?"

"You--- you do this every time, Lucifer Morningstar," she said with a scowl, "You've been flirting with me non-stop over the last few months and now when I offer you to see me naked, you ask me if I'm sure? Why can't you just behave as expected for once?"

Lucifer laughed a low one, and she huffed at that. She touched his cock extremely carefully, as if it might attack her at any given time. At least she had good instincts.

Her movements were absolutely slow and clumsy, showing her utter lack of experience with this thing. Even Hermione Granger, back when she had been a virgin, had been loads better than this.

Not that he'd ever tell Susan that.

Even so, Lucifer found it to be just as arousing as Hermione's recently gained expertise in taking him in all three of her holes, (he counted the plug as part of the due process)

Susan got bolder by the second, and began caressing those balls with her left hand, as she slowly stroked cock with right. She also started to grind herself against 'her friend', and then let out a soft moan.

Resting her head against Lucifer's shoulder, she whimpered, "Do you think we can cuddle a bit tonight? After dinner?"

He almost laughed at her innocent suggestion, "Of course." It didn't take a genius to know that Susan was still apprehensive about sex.

Lucifer could tell by the way she looked at him, and how her body moved against that she wanted to have sex very much. But she just hadn't crossed the 'finish line' yet. Add to the fact that she was still a virgin, and her own complicated situation as Bones heiress, he could empathise with her.

He'd have let her take it at her own pace. As, he pondered over the next plans with Susan softly stroking his cock, there was a loud gong somewhere.

The teenage girl almost jerked back, as if physically struck, and pushed herself off this lustful monster.

"Wha---- what happened?"

"That's Auntie. She must have gone to my room and didn't find me. So she rang the gong. It's time for dinner."

Dinner, with Amelia and Susan Bones. Lucifer had left the former all hot and wet and ready, and left her hanging as a punishment. And now the other was leaving him "blue balled", hard dick hanging without a fitting end.

And he was about to have dinner with both of them, together. The weekend was shaping into a wonderful thing, wasn't it?

xxxxxx

The Dinner was unexpectedly lavish. A stone edifice, representing a hedge, easily seven feet tall, ran from one end of the dinner table to the other.

Innately sculptured leafs and twigs sprouted out of it, holding pans filled with a wide variety of dishes and chilled beverages. There was a bar shelf on the other side of the table, and just as long, but it was closed off, likely because Amelia was the only person above drinking age.

The Dinner table in the middle boasted of a pure black granite construction, the ends twisting and billowing outward like a cloak, guaranteeing each person a degree of privacy.

The entire set up would have fit a party with at least a dozen people sitting in.

Instead it was just three of them.

After Susan's hasty retreat, Lucifer had allowed himself a moment to calm down. He had ditched a formal robe, and settled for a shirt and slacks, then came down to dinner. Only to find Susan and Amelia standing there, talking.

Amelia was wearing a black and white summer dress, heeled sandals and had her hair up in a ponytail that let her red hair fall in waves halfway down her slender back.

The dress was cut to just below mid thigh and although the neckline did not show a lot of cleavage, it still showed some and clung loosely to her curves, showing them off perfectly.

"Oh, you, uh, you've arrived, Come, have a seat."

Lucifer noticed how she avoided his eyes, and centred her gaze somewhere below the nose. He didn't know if she was feeling guilty of whatever happened between them, or she was just shy, but it was clear she wanted to pretend that nothing had changed since the morning.

It was obvious that she was feeling horny still, but refused to act upon them, at least in 'front of Susan.'

Speaking of Susan, she had it worse. She darted glances at him when she thought her aunt wasn't looking, and was doing her utmost to look like she was still the composed, legacy-driven "Bones heiress" and not someone who had just had the first taste of the forbidden fruit.

Both women were conflicted in their own ways, and wanted to avoid being seen doing something the other would disapprove, and dismally failing to keep up appearances.

'At the very least', Lucifer mused, 'they won't notice things very much.'

Which meant he could move ahead with plan. He walked over past Amelia, taking the seat to her right, fingers slowly crawling across her splendid arse.

Taking careful notice of the way she suddenly stiffened and brought her legs together, but facial expression didn't change in the slightest.

Lucifer sat down, directly opposite Susan, with Amelia to his left, dining table essentially hiding everything below the abdomen from view.

And then the crockery came alive.

It took every bit of control to not squeak at the suddenness of it all. As used as Lucifer was to magic casually breaking the laws of nature, he still did the majority of the simple tasks the muggle way, not using magic unless necessary.

In his mind, magic was simply one of the many tools the mind used to get results. The mind was the more important part of the pair.

Obviously the Bones, like most purebloods, 'did things differently.'

The crockery floated over to their plates, and began to 'auto-serve' the dishes. There was truffle chicken and potato gratin, pomegranate salmon, tangled asparagus salad on toast, spiced aubergine bake with a yorkshire pudding for dessert.

Amelia must have noticed his eyes roaming at utensils, aided in filling his plated. Lucifer could smell the scent of wildflowers on her, the woman was shivering from closeness even though she didn't acknowledge it, settling back on her chair once she was done.

Stubbornness. Well, now, time to see how stubborn she really was.

"So, Amelia, I was talking to Susan earlier, and she had lots of interesting things to say about being an heiress."

Amelia's eyes snapped at Susan who determinedly avoided her gaze, only for her to fall back on his face.

"'Being an heiress…" She repeated.

"I mean, an heir, heiress, whatever. Last scion of an Ancient and Noble family. Is it really true that you've to follow some protocol for that?"

Amelia Bones's lips pursed slightly, no doubt wondering about what Susan might have told him. Regardless of their recent intimacy, she was a woman 'deeply-rooted' in her beliefs.

A little fun time was not going to change that.

"Of course," she said, "being a part of an 'Ancient and Noble' lineage means following protocol. It is through things like that... that we show respect to those that came before us."

"Legacy."

"Right," She said, chewing a piece of chicken, which, in his opinion, was really good, "Every wizard or witch worthy of being called an heir has to follow them, and maintain the bloodline."

"I'm assuming that there is more to maintaining bloodlines than just bigotry."

Her lips thinned. "There definitely is. Tell me, did Harry get access to the Potter Grimoire?"

"Is there even something like that?"

"Helga! Then learning is probably beyond him?"

"Yes, even some basic spells are beyond him. There were numerous times I feel pity for Voldemort at being defeated by him...."

A thin frown appeared on her lips, "Did you know, Harry's father, and his father before, started studying the Potter grimoire from the moment they received their wands?"

"Bloody hell...."

"Same for his great-grandfather Charlus Potter, and his father Natheniel."

"I think he gets the point, Auntie," Susan mumbled at wanting nothing but to stop this entire conversation altogether and bury it deep somewhere in the Chicken.

Amelia looked like she was about to scold her, but controlled herself, "Every single Lord of his family has been able to do that. Any guesses why?"

"They were more naturally gifted than him? Better study and living environment..."

"Exactly," Miss Bones said, vindictive smile on her face, taking up the mantle of Guardian, "The Potters have cultivated a strong affinity for 'Transfiguration' and passed it down generation to generation. And every single time a Lord has taken a wife, it has been a precondition that she must display a significant prowess in Transfiguration or its sub-disciplines. His great-grandmother 'Dorea Black,' was an animagus, an owl to be exact. His grandmother Euphemia, as I mentioned, was a Bones... We Bones are exquisitely gifted at organic transfiguration and runecraft, part of our Scandinavian heritage right down from the great sorcerer and god-king Odin, creator of the 'Elder Futhark' and the father of runecraft."

Lucifer nodded, realising where this was going, "Lily on the other hand…"

"Lily Evans was gifted at more esoteric branches of magic. Her scores in Arithmancy, and Potions were some of the highest Hogwarts had ever seen. She could have become a spellcrafter or rivalled Snape had things been different...."

"But she was not suited for James Potter." Lucifer said bluntly.

"Yes."

Susan winced.

"Well, too bad about that really. Unfortunately, he now can't change his dead mother."

Her features cracked, and she clasped Lucifer's left hand softly, "Do not misunderstand me, I don't want to insult anyone, I'm not saying that she did not deserve James—"

"Just that she did not fit the prerequisites for Lady Potter."

The guest here finished it for her.

"Yes."

"'Auntie'," Susan exclaimed, "don't you think you're being too rude? Harry's Lucifer's friend. I am sure, he's sick of hearing the boy's name."

Amelia arched an eyebrow at her. How she was able to channel annoyance and grace in that tiny gesture was beyond Lucifer.

"I'm merely satisfying his curiosity, Susan. It's best that he relays what is expected of Mr. Potter, and marry a well-deserved Lady, Lovegood's were also quite close with them. I hear they have a lovely daughter in Raven----"

"You're not Regent Potter, Auntie!" Susan snapped.

"I might as well be, I could sign his Hogsmeade slip, if he wants, " Amelia said coldly, "Who else has he got that can tell him what his 'family' was like? His muggleborn mother's sister who abused him while growing up? Or Albus Dumbledore, who's more than happy to keep him in the dark? Sirius Black perhaps, oh, he betrayed everyone and had now escaped Azkaban. Or maybe James's pet werewolf...."

Lucifer's head was reeling as new information about the 'Chosen One' family kept thrown at him. It seemed like Amelia now had regrets for not adopting the boy.

Susan looked like she wanted to drop her spoon and walk away, but protocol kept from acting out. The discussion had gotten out of hand and needed a quick change. Naturally, it fell on Lucifer.

"So what you're saying is," he said, biting into a potato, "Harry should take Luna as his wife. I believe my niece could do a lot much.... 'better'."

"You are blood related to 'Lovegood's? And, have Greengrass women taken you in as the 'family's man?"

"So, what that insinuates? Now, you think I have good enough Wizarding status to marry a 'Bones?"

And just like that, the atmosphere changed. Susan's features shifted from resentment to embarrassment in a heartbeat. If Lucifer were an artist, he'd have called the shift from one reddish tinge to another was absolutely exquisite.

Amelia on the other hand, coughed into her hand, and looked down at her plate which had suddenly become a lot more interesting.

"Well, I'm not saying exactly that…" She began, and froze, as his left hand crawled upon her right thigh.

At the exact same time, Lucifer pushed his right leg upwards, and rubbed Susan's shin with the foot.

The teen girl all but squeaked, turning an intense shade of crimson, but otherwise did nothing.

"You were saying, 'Amelia'?" he offered.

Amelia gave him a dirty look, and quickly glanced at Susan, and found her focused on her food. Slowly, she slipped her right hand under the table to push Lucifer's hand away, but as she did, he moved her hand aside and put his on her creamy thigh.

Once again she tried to move the dirty hand, but he just did the same.

"There's something you'll find interesting, Susan," Lucifer said out loud, surprising both of them, "Turns out I hold the key to Ambrosius Vault, and have his blood coursing through my veins. His last descendant... I'll end up be Lord Morningstar, since I changed it to that...."

"A-Ambrosius?! You mean, you mean, Merlin himself? Is this really truueee?! Lucifer?! Susan, do you know anything....!!"

"Yes, yes, that's correct. You can confirm with Dumbledore."

Amelia Bones was giving him a look, that told Lucifer to stop the joke, if he had grown a second head, but he didn't care, and both kept pushing each other's hands under the table.

"Wow, that's just…" Susan mumbled, squeaking again as he raised his leg further, reaching her thigh. She 'flushed' and with as much inconspicuousness as she could manage, put her left hand below the table. Lucifer felt her pull her skirt upwards, letting unfettered access to her skin.

"I know right?" Lucifer went on, pretending all was normal, while continuing the little game of wills against her aunt, "In fact, Amelia, I read somewhere that becoming 'Lord Ambrosius' has its own protocol too. Something about taking any numerous wives to preserve its most 'Ancient, Purest and Noblest' bloodline of all Wizarding history."

'Are you shitting me right now?', her look promised that, Amelia wanted to hex herself into a holiday to wake up from this pleasure trope.

"Oh, pass me the asparagus, please."

Amelia thinly smiled, and directed the needful at Lucifer, but in doing so, had to raise her hand.

The boy who declared to be their 'LostSaviour' slid his up her smooth thigh right away, pushing fingers under her skirt and given that Susan was looking at her, Amelia couldn't even try to push Lucifer back without appearing conspicuous.

She couldn't tell him to stop because even that would attract attention. In hindsight, she could have just pushed the chair back. But she didn't.

Instead, Madam Bones clamped her legs tightly to stop his hand from invading any further, and would have probably glared at Lucifer if Susan wasn't looking. Instead she gave him the widest, sweetest, smile she had ever given to anyone else in her whole life.

That promised certain injury if she got her hands on Lucifer later, and nodded briefly, acknowledging his point and ignoring that 'fingers' were inches away from her pussy.

"Y-You're right, Lucifer. If you indeed become Lord Ambrosius, then you'll have to marry someone that fits the requirements of the Merlin Charter. From what I know of AncientMinistry' records, it'll likely be a pureblood of considerable pedigree, You cannot... simply choose a wife based on whim or affection. You are bound. And it is a terrifyingly 'comprehensive blueprint...."

She conjured' it up directly.

Lucifer tilted his head, a faint, dangerous smile playing on his lips, "A charter written by a man who returned to the earth fifteen hundred years ago. Tell me, Amelia, what exactly does the old wizard demand from beyond the veil? Total isolation?"

"Worse," Amelia replied, moving closer to his face, the formal stiffness of her robes softening as she leaned slightly into his private space, "It highly prefers polygamy—marrying outside the 'Ambrosius bloodline' to keep the primordial magic distributed. It demands a bride whose bloodline holds deep, ancestral masteries in a symphony of major disciplines...."

"Potions, Necromancy, Alchemy, Dark Arts, Magizoology, Herbology, Charms, and Transfiguration, rest of the subjects. If her family magic has even one of these genetic inclinations, they are perfected to marry you. It means, strictly no Muggles, sheer density of the Ambrosius legacy will tear her mind and body apart..."

Susan looked up from her plate, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink as she focused eyes on Lucifer who was teasing her to the bounds of hell.

She lightly brushed her arm against the boy's knuckles from across, her voice eager yet laced with a deliberate, soft intimacy, "And that is exactly why you don't need to look any further than this room, Lucifer. The House of Bones.... satisfies the foundational demands of 'Charms' and 'Transfiguration' perfectly. Our family magic isn't just about. 'We manipulate reality to survive'."

Amelia let out a low, smooth breath, her eyes locking onto Lucifer's with uncharacteristic intensity as she took hovered over his cheeks, effectively flanking him with her niece. "Susan is right. By marrying into our house, by choosing one, or even two of us---you gain a 'foundation' of absolute stability and defensive mastery..."

Lucifer looked between the two women, his dark eyes glittering with amused fascination at their synchronized, romantic pursuit.

"An admirable pitch, ladies... A remarkably persuasive defense. But let us look at other names written in these stars. How do the other houses stack up against your claims?"

Susan quickly turned a heavy page in her ledger, though she kept her fingers touching over his palm, and rubbed it to soothe, using other to point a manicured finger at a glowing golden line, "If you look at the 'House of Black', they heavily satisfy the Charter's demand for the Dark Arts, Necromancy, and Potions. Their bloodline produces natural Animagi and 'fluid flesh-warpers', and they have spent centuries unlocking the secrets of the veil....They possess the required madness, but do you really want a wife who is inherently unstable? A Black would try to consume you, Lucifer..."

"And the Gaunts?" The boy asked, his tone dropping to a low, smooth purr, clearly enjoying the tension in the room, "The last descendants of Slytherin."

Amelia grimaced slightly, dismissing the ancient family with a wave of her hand as she twitched her nose, fingers lightly brushing the lapel of Lucifer's shirt, "The Gaunts possess an unmatched pedigree for the Dark Arts and 'Necromancy', and their Parseltongue gives them an innate, terrifying mastery over dark Beasts. But their magic has become stagnant. They completely lack the refined, creative masteries of Alchemy, 'Charms', or advanced 'Potions. They can destroy, and they can command serpents, but well it's a lost house."

"What about the Potters?" Susan offered, dropping to a teasing whisper as she looked up at him through her lashes, "They are viewed as a Light family now, but historically, they are master Enchanters and 'Transfiguration' If you bring a Potter into the Ambrosius line, with their loyalty... their inherent knack for conceptual magic and structural shaping would perfectly balance the destructive edge of your 'Dark Arts' requirements..."

"What, so I just wait for Harry to send one of his daughter to me?" Lucifer almost removed his tortuous palm from the Bones woman.

Both girls were following his movements like hawks, refusing to let the distance grow, "Fascinating. What of the families who walk the line of neutrality? The Greengrasses?"

'The 'Greengrass...' bloodline is a unique anomaly that ticks the boxes for Potions, Alchemy, and Advanced biological Transfiguration," It was Amelia who now explained, as her towering frame covered Lucifer's body itself, "They carry a 'Sister-blood' a 'incomplete malediction', curse that literally well.... I don't want to dwelge too much into this. Evelyn must have already told you. From a purely magical standpoint, that curse is a highly 'Advanced, Dark' form of internal alchemy.... They understand the manipulation of bodily fluids, poisons, and Cellular transformation. A Greengrass bride would offer a highly adaptive, evolutionary magic that merges seamlessly with the Charter's chemical demands. But their blood is poisoned, Lucifer.... Why willingly inherit a curse when you can have a pure, untainted union with the 'House of Bones?"

"And the Abbotts?" Lucifer asked, looking up at Susan, his eyes dancing with dark mirth.

"The Abbotts... are deeply connected to Herbology and the magic of the earth," Susan explained warmly, stepping into his line of sight to recapture his full attention, "They deal with the slow, massive manipulation of 'flora, toxic plants,' and natural environments. They hold the secrets to rare, living ingredients required for the highest tiers of 'Potions and Alchemy'.... They are simple earth-workers, who don't have the sophisticated ambition or the raw desire to improve."

Lucifer's smile widened, a dangerous, deeply flattered gleam flashing in his eyes. He leaned closer to Amelia, looking at outer edges of the ledger where unconventional names were recorded, "And what if we step outside the boundaries of the 'SacredTwenty-Eight?' What does the Charter say about a Veela? Or... a Muggleborn?"

Amelia breathed out a slow, heavy sigh, her gaze tracing the sharp line of his jawline, eyes blinked twice, before she spoke of those vixens with a growl, "A... 'Veela' bloodline possesses an inherent primal form of 'Transfiguration' and a hypnotic, elemental mastery of Charms. They are shapeshifters and enchantresses by nature, capable of rewriting their very visage from ethereal beauty into avian, 'fire-wielding beasts'. They also have a deep, instinctive connection to magical Beasts, commanding them through raw aura rather than wands. But a Veela's passion is a wild, untamed territory if not properly marked.... It burns out. What Susan and I offer you is an eternal, burning devotion that adapts to whatever shape you require."

She paused, looking directly into Lucifer's eyes, her hand finally coming to rest flat against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, "As for a Muggleborn... the 'Ministry' archives have always hidden a fundamental truth. Muggleborns are not random anomalies; they are sudden explosive manifestation of dormant magic waking up after generations of silence... A Muggleborn who shows a genius-level aptitude across multiple subjects, someone who can command 'Potions, Charms, and Transfiguration' with absolute, intuitive ease---possesses a clean, unburdened magic density... Free from the stagnation of pure-blood curses, their magic is entirely malleable, ready to absorb the 'Dark Arts and Necromancy' without losing its integrity...."

"The Charter would see that pure, adaptive potential as the ultimate canvas to elevate the Ambrosius legacy... But they don't know the old ways, Lucifer..."

"However, one thing would be problematic," Lucifer said casually, "The only Black 'female' I know of that's still unmarried is Nymphadora Tonks, and I doubt she'd want to marry me..."

Susan choked on her food as his foot climbed up her thigh. Just a little more and he'd touch her snatch.

"Susan!" Amelia cried, her parental instincts acting out, "you alright?"

Her niece coughed a little but nodded.

Miss Bones nodded, concern shining in her face as she sat back down. It was right then that she realised her vital mistake, and crossed her legs again, but Lucifer was faster.

He pushed the hand straight under her skirt and pressed fingers over her panties. It was a curious case where her own legs were keeping his hand from moving any further, but at the same time, kept him from pulling it away from resting against her wetness... without her 'loosening her grip.'

It was quite a situation, and Susan was looking at her, Lucifer suppressed the urge to laugh at her dirty glare. And then he started moving fingers, he traced the outline of her folds with thumb, while the middle finger furrowed into her pussy from above her cotton panties, his index finger roughly massaging the outer layer of her clit.

Amelia shuddered and exhaled heavily, no doubt feeling the effects. Her legs still held the boy's hand locked, but other than reaching into her lap and attracting attention, there was nothing she could do.

So she sat, just like that, doing her best to chew her dinner and explaining the different tenets of pureblood protocol to Lucifer. At one point, he even questioned her about the unfairness meted upon witches by a system that allowed men to engage in polygamy, but not them.

The entire Bones family jumped on their seats.

It was a beautiful sight, seeing Amelia react to the pleasure feeding into her system, as she gave Lucifer a minor dissertation on how pureblood protocol did allow polyandry as well, and how several Ancient families were actually matrilineal, and in some cases, the 'Lady of the House' maintained multiple concubinus, like the Zabini family.

Susan added her two knuts by mentioning the Rosier family, only to blush crimson as Lucifer's foot rubbed above her panties.

Interestingly, the more he played with Amelia, the more relaxed she began to get, and even began smiling, continuing to talk further on the subject. At one point, she stopped tensing her legs and opened them, and immediately, his fingers crawled beneath her panties into her soft, pliant pussy.

Madam Bones sighed audibly.

"Auntie?" Susan asked.

"Oh--- I, uh, never mind. I guess I ate a bit too much," She lied, doing her best to ignore the pleasurable sensations from boy's thumb rubbing the inner lining of her folds.

Lucifer obviously noticed how she bit her bottom lip, trying to stifle a moan and slouched a little, allowing to further access into her pussy.

One finger became two.

Two became three. He smiled at the success. There he was, sitting at dining table, 'finger-fucking' Amelia Bones and pleasuring Susan with his feet at the same time. Both women were blushing to their neck, and utterly ignorant of each other's situations.

Then it happened. Lady of the house began to squirm, and a moment later, Susan did too, "I, uhm, I need to visit the bathroom, please excuse me."

Amelia was too happy to excuse her, as she slouched further, ignorant of the way Susan dashed towards the loo. She gave Lucifer a look of pure desire, grabbed his hand and pushed it 'further' into her folds.

"You…" She growled, still holding his wrist as he ploughed her pussy. "You 'are a very bad boy!"

And then her body shook.

"Ugh! Fuck! Yes!" She groaned, landing her head against the table with an audible thud, as Amelia gripped edge of the tabletop with her other hand, as her pussy flooded with an undeniably powerful orgasm.

She shut her eyes, and forced Lucifer's 'fingers' deeper, as she kept squirting juices and coating them.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" He asked, withdrawing them while smiling at her. Lucifer stood up, revealing his cock, which had gone full erect again, "Think it's my turn now..."

He moved towards her and grabbed her chin and kissed her roughly, shoving tongue into mouth. Amelia's only reply was to moan further and hold on to the 'table top for dear life!'

"We— we can't do it here," she said at last.

"Why?"

"Susan—"

"Send her away."

"Won't help," Amelia whispered furiously so she could get to suck his cock, "She'll still be able to hear."

"We can be quiet."

"Quiet? With that cock in me?"

Lucifer made a relaxed "ehh" sound in grinning, She wasn't even trying to pretend otherwise, they were going to fuck this night. That was a given. The 'How' needed addressing.

"Find a way to send Susan off, unless you want her to listen."

This grin turned smug.

"No," She whispered loudly, and forcibly superior as she could, "Merlin damn me, you're going to be my death." Then paused, considering it for a moment, "I'll send her off. We can use my office...."

"Of course, Director Bones."

xxxxxx

It was Lucifer's first time visiting office of 'Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement''

Just like he imagined, it was a working office, had rich furnishings and everything, complete with a dark, hardwood background, but it reflected clarity and purpose more than status or power. Mail was stacked neatly on a corner of her desk.

Files and envelopes each had their own specific positions upon it and the worktable against one wall. A 'self-inking' quill set was in evidence on the desktop.

There was a big, black leather chair behind the desk and a large black sofa sat to the left, blending perfectly with the background. There were absolutely no portraits and the tiny little lamps on walls maintained a steady illumination. Paperwork anarchy threatened the room, but order had been strongly imposed, guided by an obvious will.

In short, it 'begged' Lucifer to wreck it apart.

"I told Susan that you and I have some unfinished business," Amelia Bones said as she entered the office. Lucifer turned around and noticed her close the door, and felt a surge of magic rise up instead. Closing it must have activated wards in the room, isolating both from any and all eavesdropping.

She turned the knob towards the right, and he felt another surge of magic, a locking ward, if his hunch was correct.

"Nice," Lucifer said, taking a step towards her, "You know I'm going to fuck you, right?"

She looked at him and nodded, he noticed Amelia had gained a sliver of her composure back, but there was a wildness about her, a growing anticipation of what was about to happen. She wanted him badly, and she knew she was going to get fucked.

Badly....And it turned her on.

"Where do you want to fuck me?" She asked, stepping back and leaning against the door, "Right here, against this door?"

Her voice and face was equally teasing, lusty and her arms rose above her head to grasp hold of the door frame above.

Before Lucifer could answer, she pushed herself away from the door and approached, her hands found purchase on the shirt before slowly crawling down to shorts. Fingers grabbed his growing cock through the shorts, and 'squeezed it hard!'

"The sofa perhaps? Or maybe you'd like to fuck me right here on the floor?"

Her voice grew even more aggressive, and she pulled Lucifer's cock out, caressing it with one hand. She came closer, her other hand snaking around the neck as she breathed into his left ear, "Or maybe you want to make... me cum on my chair? You know, where I sit as the DMLE Director?"

His cock twitched at the idea.

She smirked, and turned to her left, leaving his organ as she quickly bent over her desk. Then turned around and gave an innocent smile.

"Or over my desk?"

Pushing her hips outward, sashaying them as Amelia Bones rested her massive breasts against her table, "Oh yes, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Grab my hips and 'fuck' me hard while my tits mash against my desk? You'd make the DMLE Director your bitch right... in her place of power. You'd like that a lot, wouldn't you, Lucifer Morningstar?"

He nearly lost it at the sight, then she turned around and faced him, "Maybe I should take this dress off?" She inched closer and whispered again, "Unless, you want me to fuck me in?"

That was the final straw as far as he was concerned. With a growl, Lucifer grabbed her by neck and smashed lips at hers. Her hands rushed at his chest, quickly unbuttoning shirt buttons, and pushing it off.

Grabbing the edges of her shirt and pulled, she let him pull it off her, leaving her in a crimson bra.

Lucifer stared hungrily at her and grabbed the bra, and pulled it down, squeezing her tits harshly as tongues fought.

She moaned loudly into his mouth and hands grabbed his slacks and pushed it down, grabbing the cock, while he undid her skirt.

Madam Bones in all her glory, lustfully stared at this boy, her face inches away, 'flushed' and breathing hard.

He squeezed her breast once more and then lowered hands to her waist and met eyes. The tension was stood in silence, basking in the heat of near naked bodies. Both of them were hungrily consuming each other's bodies with eyes, and were starving.

Finally, they met again. Lucifer looked at her, and honorable Madam Bones looked at him, hunger clear in gazes.

Then feasted.

Their lips met in a fiery 'kiss', her tongue aggressively sliding into this arsehole's mouth as these lovers swapped spit. Gone was the rigid, inflexible, iron-willed 'DMLE Director.'

The woman in Lucifer arms was an adult with needs. The side of her that was horny, sexy and needed the pleasure she had restrained herself from over twenty years. The side that saw a mere school boy as a sexual partner and was so 'fucking' horny that she wanted him to fuck her to oblivion.

They were acting on raw, boiling, physical lust for each other. Every single thought, every single motion, every single gaze of eyes pushed towards one inevitable outcome.

Lucifer's cock in her pussy.

Her massive yet perky udders, barely contained inside her bra, smashed against his chest as the woman's hands kept stroking cock while he grabbed her round arse and squeezed the life out of it.

"Mmmm…" She moaned at roughness, pushing herself into it and jerking Lucifer's cock faster. Pushing him back until he fell upon the sofa, and Amelia crouched, kneeling between his legs and brought her face inches away from his cock, inhaling its scent.

"I'm going to love this." She muttered, her eyes hungrily gazing at the swollen shaft and thick, angry mushroom tip. Her hands caressed Lucifer's nuts, admiring the swollen sack, "You, I'm never letting you leave, hear me..."

And then her lips were all over it.

"Mmmm…" Lucifer groaned, as she sucked the very first of his precum.

"You've no idea how much I've wanted this massive cock," Amelia gushed with losing sight of herself, "You were being so 'nasty' earlier. Punishing me like that, leaving me unsatisfied, and then that stunt you 'pulled at the table. I should…" She licked it again, "I should detain you for your transgression. Keep you in my private custody."

"Oh, and... what would my punishment be?"

She let out a wicked little laugh, "Satisfying me until I cum every single day." Her lips wrapped around the throbbing meat, Lucifer was feeling her tongue against underside of his cock, massaging it lovingly, savouring it.

She looked up at him as she began slowly bobbing it up and down.

"That's it Amelia, suck my cock. Yes!"

He groaned.

Her eyes twinkled with joy as she inhaled his cock like a fucking slut smoothly taking the top half in and out of her mouth. Nobody that would look at her now could ever claim that she had a 'dry spell' for two decades.

In all her lonesome, she had read countless books, for one day having dreams of "Intercourse."

This was a Knockturn Alley whore that screamed her lungs out as every random stranger with a galleon to toss could fuck and empty himself inside her.

"This is the best!" She swallowed a few drops inside, "You, that bastard Potter had nothing on this! Absolutely fucking 'nothing!' I bet Molly wasn't satisfied at all..."

Lucifer could really sense her resentment towards James. She began sucking his dick again, sliding her eager tongue on sperm-filled nut, before taking that rod into her mouth again. Bringing her palm up to his sack, Amelia paid thorough attention in massaging his spit-covered balls in one hand.

She was 'really, really into this!!'

"Who... would've... thought?" Lucifer asked, as he held her head and kept her slobbering all over it, "Director, Regent Bones, kneeling before a mere child... and swallowing his cock. Behind all that seriousness, all that superiority, you're just a 'repressed slut, aren't you?' You want me to fuck you, and fuck you so hard that you can't sit upright..."

Amelia only moaned and kept sucking. Grabbing her by her hair, Lucifer stood up and dragged her across the room.

She followed, forced to crawl on her hands and knees, but her lips held onto the boy's cock for dear life. He sat down upon the chair, 'her' chair, with her kneeling on knees, vigorously sucking her lover's dick.

Lucifer watched as she reached behind the back, and unsnapped her bra. Her breasts jumped forward slightly, as the fabric loosened, and she tossed it aside, exposing her large tits to him.

Her eyes met his, and she pulled off her mouth with a 'pop~!'

There was no glib remark. No cocky smirk. The spark in her eyes told him what she wanted next.

"Do you like big tits, honey?" She asked, squeezing her own breasts, the soft flesh pouring through her fingers.

"Very much so."

"Ever been with someone this big?"

"Yes… very much bigger."

She gritted her teeth, effectively telling the brain he was merely lying, and raised herself up on her knees.

Placing her breasts on abdomen, the tanned and smooth skin now enveloping his cock, Lucifer grabbed her perky tits, and began titty-fucking her, his swollen cockhead hitting her chin as she tried to unsuccessfully land it "into her mouth."

"You.. 'like that?" she asked, "Then you're going to like this even more."

And she stood up, bending over, letting him watch her udders bouncing against each other as she reached down, slipped her fingers into her panties and tugged them down, letting them fall to the floor. 

She moved in to straddle him, as Lucifer relaxed into her chair, hands on the chest. And then she let herself sink down upon 'his shaft?!'

'Crackk!' TORNNN-----

Kwoorrnnn----!

Splat Plapl--- Whacckk!?!~

"... Shit!" She hissed, closing her eyes and sighing in pain, Lucifer watched drops of blood gushing out. Her pussy recently broken was tight as hell.

If he didn't know better, Lucifer'd claim that her two decades of 'dry spell' had made her virginity even more vicious and poisonous, in a good way of course.

Lucifer tensed as his cock slid deeper and deeper into her clenching pussy, hands on her hips, gripping her soft skin as she took over half the length, helping her along.

"Big!" She murmured. "Fuck! You have no.... idea how bad I needed my very own big cock like this in me... All these years, sometimes I hoped for some brave soul to just grab me and have his wicked way with me in my office. Make me feel how it's like to take a cock inside... who knew it'd take my niece's lover to remind me of what I missed having all along?"

Madam Amelia Bones grabbed his neck with her hands, and pushed herself deeper. Lucifer had imagined that he had hit rock-bottom with a few inches left outside of her, but she pushed herself deeper, "No, I'll have it all. I'm no quitter! If those sluts you fuck around can take this, I can do better!"

She angled her hips so she could find more space inside, and 'forced' herself down, and somehow, as her arse came to rest against his balls, Amelia took his entire weapon inside up to the root, and screamed in ecstasy.

Immediately, grounded against the teenage body, her cunt was flexing around his cock, tightness driving Lucifer nearly crazy and he fought against cumming 'right away!'

"You like it, huh?"

"Oh yes, y-you deserve a first class order, medal of Merlin," She moaned, "Just for having a... cock this magnificent, no wonder you're so cocky. You came in wanting to make the DMLE your hunting dog. I suppose you wanted Director to be your bitch."

Lucifer laughed, and pushed her up, only to let her weight drop her down on his cock again.

"Ughh Helga, it's so big...." Amelia groaned, as they started to work up a slow rhythm, meeting his rhythm with her own, driving down into as he pushed her up.

Her arms entwined around Lucifer neck, breasts rubbing against chest and slapping against the mouth.

"Ah! Yes! Fuck me, Luc---! Fuck me like a whore! Make me your bitch!"

"My bitch, huh? I don't think you can manage that..."

"I— I can!" She panted.

"Hah! In that case, choose a safeword."

"Lily."

Lucifer almost stopped pushing inside her with a sharp note, "Why Lily?"

"Because I'm 'not' saying her fucking name while you fuck the shit out of me," Amelia Bones replied, her chest heaving with excitement, eyes filled with "need" and "lust." Grinning, he then grabbed a fistful of her hair, and kissed her roughly, "Alright then."

Lucifer Morningstar was hardly a stranger to rough sex. Evelyn and Hermione in particular, had a kink for it. But the later's tastes lay more along 'Chains and Punishment,' reveling in pain than actual fucking.

Amelia's body was closest to Evelyn, sexual appeal forged by strength, he could learn to play this body like a 'freaking' guitar.

He grabbed one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder, before pushing her against the table, and dove into her succulent pussy. Lucifer licked at her thighs, savouring the taste of her pussy before assaulting her slick folds and engorged clitoris with a savage intensity that had her all but screaming in pleasure within the 'first minute!' It almost reached Granger's vacation stay in France.

Amelia however, still hadn't come down from 'her first' climax and Lucifer could tell the second was bearing down on her like a dump truck with no breaks rolling down a steep slope---Then it crashed into the sexy vixen, and she nearly suffocated him with her luscious thighs as he continued to devour her.

"Holy Mother of Merlin!"

Amelia yelled.

He was also high on her juices and the sound of her moans now. Rock hard, ready to go and 'filled' with raw desire to breed this marvellous specimen of a woman.

Lifting her other leg over the shoulder, Lucifer pushed her over the table completely, now grabbing her hips and looking down at her naked form as she lay on the very desk she did her daily job.

.....Her chest was heaved, udders moving up and down like waves in the sea, Lucifer whacked playfully on her arse and watched her give him a loving look.

She wanted him, it was time to give it to her. With one thrust, he sheathed himself completely inside her pussy, growling in pleasure at her warmth as her inner muscles squeezed the cock.

Lucifer pulled almost all the way out before shoving it back effortlessly and she let out a loud moan. Then, started thrusting like an animal in heat!'

The night was warm, even with the 'WeatherMonitoring' charms' around. Adding in the heat from two naked bodies and intensity of rutting, Lucifer could see sweat run down his own chest as he ploughed into her now 'well-fucked cunt' without reprieve.

Amelia's hair was matted with sweat as she clung to the table like her life depended on it, moaning non-stop and growling with pleasure as he bottomed out inside of her with each hard, savage thrust.

Lucifer felt the first climax build up and instinctively slowed down to prolong the pleasure, but something in brain clicked, and he started hammering into her. 'Fasterand faster' he went, and the orgasm hit hard.

And, he hilted himself deep inside her and despite cumming, Lucifer kept fucking her on autopilot. His cock was hard as rock as he kept plunging into her, seeds seeping out of her folds and running down her thighs and mixing with her own juices.

Lucifer had endless stamina, his erection never wavered. Pushing her over and made her rest on her breasts, and renewed his slamming.

Madam Amelia accepted him willingly, egging on with curses, moans, growls and words, encouraging to use her like a whore.

Another orgasm hit, and he filled another load inside her pussy, and kept pumping anyway. Their naked 'flesh' slapped together into the deep of the night, as the two locked themselves in the most frantic and savage sex.

"I... love you!" Amelia had managed to gasp out between moans of pleasure, as Lucifer filled her for the fourth time, "I love your cock! I love the way you fuck me! I am 'never' letting you go!"

And with that came, Lucifer let out a soft groan and fell upon her delectable body, wiping away the tangle of hair from her face as he lay above her, squashing between himself and the hard stone table.

Her pussy was clenching and trembling as the half-erect cock lay in its confines. The scent of the room was overpowering with sex and sweat, but neither seemed to mind.

"N-Never' let me go, huh?" Lucifer asked, breathing hard, he took a mouthful of loud intakes of some needed oxygen into his system, "Does that mean we're 'truepartners' now, Madam Bones?"

She chuckled, "Upon one condition."

"Which is?"

The newly awakened Mature woman''s aura had completely twisted her head slightly, just enough to be able to meet Lucifer's eyes, "That you don't fuck me... this hard everyday. I'd never be able to do a damn thing."

He snorted.

xxxxxx

Something tickled his balls, and with a start, he jerked awake.

"Oh, Merlin!" A feminine voice gasped in the darkness, followed by a thump as she stepped back onto the floor.

Lucifer felt the mattress shift as her body weight was no longer pressed into. It probably said something about him that he didn't say Amelia's name out aloud, and instead blinked a few times and tried to peer into the darkness.

Then, he remembered he was the Devil and snapped 'fingers.'

A pulsing ball of evanescent light popped into existence, and he found the culprit. There she was, wearing a long t-shirt that stopped mid-thigh, leaving her milky white legs exposed, and by the delightful bounce of her breasts with every breath, she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Susan," Lucifer croaked, "What are you—-" he paused, and then lowered his voice down to a whisper, "What are you doing here?"

Susan frowned, and instead of answering the question, climbed back into bed first, scooting over next to the boy until both faces were merely an inch apart.

"You promised we'd cuddle after dinner."

Oh. That's right, he did. Guess promises of cuddling tended to evaporate when faced with an alternative of savage rutting with an older and 'far' more lascivious woman.

"I got a bit carried away last night," Lucifer replied, still shaking cobwebs loose from his brain. A quick Tempus charm told it was 'four' in the morning, so not an hour when he did best thinking. In fact, he was so addled at the moment that it was a miracle he hadn't called her Amelia.

Speaking of the said Lady of this Bones Manor, they had stayed like that for over an hour of post-coital bliss, occasionally shifting over each other, sweat mashing with as they made out on her worktable.

It was only sometime after midnight that she pushed him off, and demanded that he take a shower, and leave. 'Damn woman wouldn't even let me walk off to my room, and stressed that... I have the shower, a really cold one, in her office bathroom instead, and no, she wasn't going to join me....'

And then he dragged himself all the way to room and collapsed on bed, that was less than three hours ago.

"Must have," She whispered, surprising Lucifer with a soft kiss on his lips, "You were sleeping like a log."

He must have, given that he was a pretty light sleeper, and Susan had vanished his boxers without noticing.

"I waited and waited until midnight, but you didn't come, so I planned to get a morning head start...."

"I can see why you're a Hufflepuff."

She stuck her tongue out, "Hufflepuff 'and' proud, and don't you forget it."

"And what does this Hufflepuff want?"

"To wake up next to you," Susan murmured, wrapping her arms around Lucifer's waist, who made a 'Ohum' noise at her forwardness but said no more. Looking at her legs and found that unlike him, she still had her underpants on.

"I'm sorry," She mumbled, "I don't think I'm ready for… 'you know."

"It's fine," Lucifer assured her, "No rush at all. You are just thirteen."

"I.. I wanted to touch your dick again," Suddenly, next words replied and came out shyly, utterly opposite to situation above, "I mean, I kind of left it hanging the last time..."

'Yeah, babe, not a problem. Your Aunt took care of it and more....'

"You can touch it again, if you want."

"Well," Susan bit her bottom lip in a way that made her look incredibly sexy, but she probably didn't even know what she was doing, "I haven't seen anyone cum before."

"And you want to?"

She squirmed, something he found very entertaining, "Only yours," she blurted out.

"Okay," Lucifer nodded warmly.

Susan pushed herself close to him, until her assets were brushing against the chest, layer of cloth only accentuating feeling as she grasped his cock and began jerking it.

"Is it true... that 'guys' just do this on their own?"

"Yup, though usually there's some kind of mental or visual image."

"I can show you my breasts if you like," The cutely innocent Susan said, almost too quickly, that made Lucifer gave her a funny gaze, "I won't object to that..." he paused, and quickly added, "that is, if you're comfortable."

"You keep staring at them, you must like them."

"Breasts like yours? I'd have to be a reptile not to."

Her eyes lingered on his naked chest for a few seconds before she sat up, and pulled the hem of her shirt up and over the head, spilling her glorious breasts out. Lucifer couldn't help but wonder if like runecraft and organic transfiguration, being 'top-heavy' was also a Bones bloodline trait. Even as a 'thirteen-year-old', Susan was half as gifted in Chest department as her older and mature aunt.

"Does this help?" She asked, sitting there, looking a little apprehensive.

"A lot," Lucifer murmured, eyeing her breasts as she returned to working on the shaft. Slowly, he crawled hand up to her right breast, keeping the touch spidery, but Susan moaned even at that, squeezing his shaft in response.

He palmed her nipple and gave her a light squeeze and she squirmed, and squeezed it even more, eliciting a hiss from the boy, girl was giving pleasure.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Susan apologised, looking ten times more nervous, "Did I hurt you? That looks painful."

"Not really.... Just took me by surprise. That's all, you could even squeeze a bit harder. It feels good."

Lucifer grabbed her by her hip and pulled her close. She draped over the strong male body, breasts flattening over the abdomen as she gripped his tool, slowly working on.

Closing his eyes, he fondled her breasts and the girl's body quivered every single time he hit a pleasure spot. His eyes drifted shut somewhere along the way as he lay there, basking in the feel of her hands around his pole, idly noting the difference between Susan and every other woman he had been with.

Lucifer'd go ahead and say that every single woman he had bedded had been an absolutely unique experience. Even so, sex with them had been about carnal desires, mostly pleasure, and other times, pain, and sometimes just good old lovemaking.

Even Hermione, despite being a virgin was marred with her intellectual bent of mind and the darkness of her 'Multiple personalies Disorder, twisting her deflowering into an actualization of her perverted desires.

But Susan was different, she was beautiful, 'funny' and adorable in a puppy-sort of way. You'd think that her utter lack of experience would be a major turn-off after having so many women, and more importantly, her hot, mature and extremely willing Ministry Auror Aunt.

The truth couldn't be any more different if you tried. Susan boasted a sensual figure, but anybody with eyes could tell that she gave zero fucks about other's perception.

She dressed casual, and often without make-up, accentuating her natural beauty. Lucifer'd even say that her lack of open sex appeal merging with her acute sense of wonder about sex made it an intensely magical and novel experience for him.

Which made what he was about to say so much worse.

"You're beautiful, Susan," Lucifer murmured, she smiled with a tinge of pink, and draped further along his body, shivering as fingers danced across her naked back.

"Your cock... is 'also pretty."

The pragmatic part of him wanted to wait until she had sucked his cum, but Lucifer knew it must be done. Susan was a pure and delicate thing, a sheltered angel, and as arousing as it would be to corrupt something like her, he could end up breaking her.

It was better he burned the bridge before that happened, not after.

"Look at me..."

She paused, and turned her head, her delectable body rubbing all over the chest as she faced him, lips an inch away from each other and her dark orbs meeting his black eyes.

"There is something we need to talk about...."

Her hand fell away from his erection, and Susan Bones raised herself slightly, her massive udders filling up Lucifer's entire gaze.

"No," She said, looking absolutely pissed off, "This isn't about to happen. Give me one 'Merlin-damned' reason why we need to have a talk."

Lucifer blinked, utterly unprepared for her reaction, "Susan, you need to know----"

"That you slept with Auntie?"

Of all the things he expected her to say, 'that' definitely wasn't part of the list, Lucifer was about to tell her about his nature, and why he needed to have sex to keep his hundreds of thousands of wives lust, love, physical, emotional needs 'fulfilled.'

How 'twenty-four hours', every second of the known passing time, he was actually all over his Kingdom, in the bedsheet of his 'family' having sex with each member who was in need.

The "Consciousness" depositing memories of intercourses into his dedicated portion of the brain, and he needed to reciprocate it by doing' the same in the physical world.

Why Lucifer couldn't give her the love of a 'one-woman' man that she expected out of him? Explaining it as Curse would be much easier, instead he had…' this.' Something along the lines of an extraordinarily robust, disease-free, and 'hyper-fertile body'. This curse gifting him with infinite physical stamina and an incredibly high libido. The body naturally craved intimacy, and he had so much physical endurance that he routinely needed to wear it out.

"How did you----" he croaked.

Susan sneered, reminding of the pissed off mother-hen Hufflepuff, Lucifer knew and loved to annoy, "It's cute that Auntie thinks she can fool me that easily. Auntie's a creature of habit.... She has a bath right after waking up, and right before sleeping. I knew something was wrong the moment she came, looking all tired and 'freshly-bathed' just minutes after you walked out. You telling me that she was inside the bath with you, and calling her by her name only made it easy to suspect...."

Lucifer stared at her, now himself feeling like a deer in the headlights, and began to realise just how massively he had underestimated her.

"And don't get me started on dinner. You forget I've got friends, Lucifer Morningstar.... After all the times I've seen Megan squirm while Ernie 'fingers' her under the table during dinner, I'd be a fool to not notice what's happening in my own home. I had Auntie after the 'first' minute when she stopped being a bitch and went all silent and squirming. She never does that.... Once she's got something in her head, she'll bitch on about it for hours."

Lucifer was impressed. Lack of experience in the bed notwithstanding, Susan had an extremely sharp mind. And just like her aunt, she was quick to connect the dots, tally her knowledge and understanding of body language and come to neat, precise and logical conclusions.

"I'll hand it over to you though,'" She snapped. "That attempt at footsie was inspiring.... Play with both women and they'd be too distracted to notice each other's oddities. Guess what, brat, I still noticed... The older someone gets, the more rigid they grow in their mannerisms, and Auntie? She's a bloody rock. You'd have to be blind to not notice the difference."

....Okay, Lucifer exhaled, for the first time since coming to this place, he was completely out of wits.

"You're a right bastard, Morningstar!" Fucking Auntie behind my back, making out with me behind her back!" Susan shouted in a dramatic eyeroll any Hufflepuff had ever given him, and sat up straight, she planted her hands on her perfect hips, glaring at Lucifer.

"Then why didn't you do anything?"

"Because you're right."

She said plainly.

Lucifer looked at her, a little shocked at her response, thought he for some reason didn't understand, and missed out on crucial details, "Excuse me?"

"You're right, about what you said. About living your life... About legacy. James Potter could have stayed true to his 'family' and betrayed his own desires by marrying Auntie, but I doubt he'd be really happy that way. Instead he married Lily Evans and had Harry Potter.... I'm not saying it was the best or the smartest thing to do, but he chose to do what made him happy, and that's a lot more precious than most people think..."

"I… I've lived all my life as the Bones heiress. I've gotten everything I've wanted and more — toys, friends, a grand house, servants at beck and call, Auntie even got Auror Cadets when I wanted to learn how to duel... She lets me throw parties, attend events with friends, throw lavish get-togethers and everything I'd possibly want except for one damned thing."

"Choosing how to live your life." Lucifer muttered in a daze, there was a sense of melancholy behind his totally composed face.

"...Yes," She said in a very small voice. "I'm living the life of the Bones heiress. Somewhere in this vast mansion, Susan got lost. Protocol became my life...." Then said person met his eyes and glared into a narrowed brows, a habit she had learned from Lady Bones, "And then you happened..."

Lucifer blinked, unsure how to react at being addressed like a disaster, "I—I what should I sa----"

"You!" Susan snarled in a ferocious huffing of cheeks. There was so much fury in her little form that he idly wondered if she'd catch fire. Her blazing red hair had gained a subtle glow, as her innate magic fueled her momentous wrath, "You hadn't told me jack shit about 'Merlin's Descendant!' I bet Granger would know, and Slytherin will cry tears of blood at the very name of Dumbledore for messing up with the Sorting Hat! I expected that you'd embrace me, trust me as a friend, Instead you — you —--"

"Are a douchebag buttfucker?"

She growled, "Yes. It makes me furious. You---I was so angry. You were in the same Ambrosius Charter vessel as I was, so how dare you get to live life like you chose, while I---" Susan Bones was practically frothing, "I was so angry that it hurt. Between what Auntie told me about you, and what I saw----"

"And me bedding Hannah and her Greengrass sister's Mother —"

She growled.

"Right. I'll shut up now."

"You pissed me off. But at the same time, you were still the guy I knew over the last two years. You must have been helping Granger with her kittenish's breeding desires to have sexual intercourse with you regularly, when anyone else... would've thrown her to the Knockturn Alley streets and shunned her as a beast. And then Penelope…"

"I told you, Penelope was just at the right place at the right time, I needed capable wizards' and witches to do work for me...."

"Don't lie," She snarled even worse. Lucifer was sure her wand would be hissing out sparks if she had it in her hand, "You might have done it for your own reasons, but you helped her out. You didn't have to, but you did. You hired her, and gave her a salary she deserved in a 'fair' world to make her family comfortable. You're a 'douchebagbuttfucker', Lucifer Morningstar, but you've done more good to people than I have in my entire life..."

"So saints turn you on?"

She growled again, and Lucifer chuckled, liking that sound more and more as his ears heard.

"I'm a pureblood witch. Magical power and skill are the easiest ways of attracting our attention. We've grown up looking up at people that have changed the world with their might.... You're the Merlin's Descendant, Lord Ambrosius, richest person in the entire Wizarding World. The way you used saved Hogwarts, and.... And, and, with all these new innovations, you impressed Auntie enough to make her 'playball'. And you drive me crazy. It's obvious I'd be attracted to you."

"That's… a definitely unorthodox way to admit your feelings."

She blushed.

"Tell me something, how did you know I've been sleeping with your aunt?"

Young heiress, Susan Bones,glowered for a second, before mumbling something under her breath.

"Sorry?"

Her hands went down to his shaft again, and she began squeezing and stroking it, "At first I was puzzled and curious.... I thought maybe I was overthinking things. But then I realised that Auntie never gave me any explanations for whatever she did, but she went out of her way to let me know that you were going to be with her..... I was curious and I wanted to know the truth. So I cast a 'Listening charm."

"And Amelia couldn't feel it?"

"I cast it on her sandals."

"Sneaky," Lucifer smirked, impressed by her devious nature, "And then you went to your room and masturbated to our make-out session? Guess you saw a different avatar of your aunt, huh?"

Then the girl blushed to the roots of her hair, "I didn't think she could be that… vocal. She's always been---"

"A blowhard?"

She snorted, "You've no idea how mad I was with her. All my life she's preached nothing but hate for James Potter's child, saying she would never like boys again, and I should get a girl of my own, developing male parts with a Potion.... When I invite a 'friend' of mine to visit, she snatches him away and fucks him like a bloody harlot. All that preaching about manners and protocol and she lets you 'finger her'... at the dinner table and takes your cock like a Knockturn Alley whore on her own work table. The sheer hypocrisy…."

Lucifer hissed out in discomfort, and Susan realised she was squeezing that very cock really tightly.

She quickly apologised and began to stroke him softly, and then slowly laid herself down on him, breasts 'flattened over the body with her chin resting on the chest.

"I couldn't believe her nerve. She makes me go through all this my whole bloody life, and then she just snatches you away from me like a jealous bitch.... I laid on my bed, listening to you grunting and fucking her and imagining me in her place, and when you left after midnight, I knew I had to have you."

That explained a lot.

"I — err, don't really know what to say."

"I can think of at least one thing."

"What?"

"You said you had something to say earlier. I know you, friend. I've watched you for so long. I've offered myself to you.... twice now, and you've tried to pass it off both times. You've been nothing but an absolute gentleman to me, and even when I'm in your bed, naked and stroking your dick, you wanted to stop. 'Why?"

Lucifer opened his mouth to speak.

"And don't feed me some bullshit about 'fessing' up about Auntie. You wouldn't have fingered her over dinner while feeling me up if you did."

His jaw snapped shut.

"It's like everyone thinks Hannah and my boobs replace our brains..."

"Far from it, you're one of the sharpest witch I've ever seen."

"Oh?" her lips curled in a feverish smile, being praised was good, "And who else is on that list?"

"Well there's your aunt, no doubt about it."

"Hannah, and Granger, who you're obviously fucking."

Damn it, he really needs to up his game.

"...And my secretary."

"Who else?"

Could he trust her? Maybe, maybe not. But if Lucifer stayed silent, then she'd see it as a lack of forthcomingness on his part. She had known what was happening behind her back, and instead of confronting with it, waited---- like a snake, until he had fessed up. And given that she was draped all over him and stroking his cock, it had to mean that she considered him significant enough to reveal her plans despite his obvious and 'ill-timed deception.'

It was like dealing with Lilith for the 'first' time all over again.

"Evelyn Greengrass."

Her eyes went wide like saucers, "Of course. Of bloody course. You're 'fucking her', aren't you? Evelyn bloody Greengrass is jumping on your dick behind her daughters's back. That's why you knew what to expect, you pulled all that bullshit out of your arse and agreed to her proposal of being her Ward. And then you asked me for a 'privatemeeting' with…"

She stilled, the boy beneath her said nothing. Her hand left his cock, she crossed them over the chest and rested her chin on them, her dark eyes on the same level as Lucifer's, "So tell me, what's really going on in that twisted mind of yours, Lucifer Morningstar? What are you 'really up to?"

....

Suddenly, Lucifer was reminded of the fact that he was all by himself, in heart of the Bones mansion, the residence of DMLE Director, and guarded by a minor army of hit-wizards. And worse, he was in bed, naked, with the 'future' Lady Bones.

Regardless of how he tried to slice it, or how much Amelia liked being dicked by him, it wouldn't stop her from throwing him into Azkaban if Susan played her cards right.

The girl just giggled. It was amazing how an expression that looked angelic a moment ago now appeared utterly malevolent.

"I love watching you think, fufu," She giggled again, "I can almost hear that poor little hamster running and running on its wheel...."

"You clubbed me over the head with it, what did you expect?"

"Oh, this," Susan said, her eyes sparkling, "You are always so sure of yourself, I love seeing you off balance...."

"I have to tell you this, you might be an inexperienced virgin, but your brain is fucking sexy."

She giggled again. "My thanks, Lord Morningstar."

Now only if he could figure out what did this twisted bitch wanted from him? Either way, he began conjuring multiple worst-case scenarios and making assumptions on what this could mean as fast as he could.

Lucifer barely even paid attention to the way she snaked around over his body and began playing with balls.

"Well?" She demanded.

"Well what?" He directly challenged her for a round of Wizard's Chess, "I have a ton of plans rolling. Do you really expect me to reveal them just like that?"

She frowned, "Tell me why you asked me for that favor..."

Oh, that narrowed the field a lot.

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"That sounds like —"

"Yes, it's exactly what it sounds like."

Susan's brows furrowed, as she slowly digested it all, "And Auntie is helping you with this, while also sleeping with her backside warmer."

Lucifer barely suppressed a chuckle, "Yes, that's exactly what's happening."

Her lips twisted, "Damn it, boy. Couldn't you have acted out like expected for once?"

.....

"Morningstar… Lucifer, I want to live my life the way I want it. While also being Lady Bones. And it's obvious that Auntie has no plans to let you go anytime soon from her grasp, which means you're gonna show up at my house frequently...."

"I suppose I can be sneaky."

"This is the DMLE Director's house, dummy. Being sneaky gets you killed."

"I survived the 'Killing curse."

She grabbed his hands and met both eyes without a falter in intentions, making it perfectly easy to convey her earnest words, "I want to marry you."

"....Say what?"

"I…" Susan Bones repeated with the air of talking to a child. A dumb child, "Want. To. Marry. You. You're the Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Ambrosius, and hold the highest station in our world. I'll be the third wife to House Morningstar, and Lady Bones. It allows you to… well, have more chances to gain powerful allies by marrying women from other Houses, and I'll even help you sort them out.... But most importantly, it gets you regular entry to this mansion, and gives me all the time I need with 'this cock."

She squeezed it for good measure.

"Oh, and Auntie gets to continue with her hypocritical perversities."

"That.. came out of nowhere."

Susan threw her head back and laughed, "Only you, Lucifer. You didn't think twice before jumping in bed with Evelyn freaking Greengrass, I looked up to her.. You're 'single-handedly' fighting the Dark Lord and working to upturn an entire political structure, while also fucking the 'DMLEDirector'. And a simple marriage proposal from little old me gets you gawking? That's just sad, you know."

"And… it doesn't bother you that your husband would be sleeping around with others?"

Susan almost gave his balls a terrible away, but then stopped at mere actions of poking it with her long polished nails, "It actually turns me on to see my man is so coveted, but only I can have him by law, and be on his arm as his wife, while the others will have to contend to be his whore for the night...."

"They're not my whores, I care for every one of them."

"I forget the details sometimes," Susan said dismissively, as she tugged at those testicles and rolled them, making Lucifer shuffle the back of his head into the pillow.

"...And the fact that I'm screwing around with your aunt?"

"Honestly? It infuriates me as much as turns me on. You might not know this, but you've got the unique ability to get under 'anyone's skin'. It might sound weird, but Auntie is never lacking in composure.... Seeing her turn this unpredictable has been a treat. That said, she is going to fight tooth and nail against my proposal."

"And why's that?"

"Because Amelia Bones is a jealous bitch. I don't know what bloody magic you did on her, because I know for a fact that Auntie's got a strong resistance against the 'Imperius', but she's taken in by you, and let you fuck her on her bloody table in just a day's encounter.... You remember what she told you at the end of your 'fuck-fest, right?"

"She'd never let me go."

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