47 Daniela Dimitrescu

She was… unaccustomed to the prey walking right up to their doorstep, if she was being honest. Oh, it was incredibly common for the prey to arrive in the village that sat beneath the Castle, and then get turned over by the peasants there as tribute to her and her daughters. Anything to stave off their own inevitable consumption a little while longer.

Ah, even after thousands of years of existing on this godforsaken rock, Countess Alcina Dimitrescu still found such amusement in watching the mortals turn on each other. Tribalism was such a quaint fallacy. They would claim to the ends of the earth that they were loyal only to their family, to their blood. They would sacrifice strangers at the drop of a hat, but even their loved ones could be bargained away under most cases.

Regardless, all of this was to say, her and her daughters weren't used to their company being quite so… willing. And yet, here he was, bypassing the village altogether and coming straight to Castle Dimitrescu. For the pale-skinned thousands-year old vampire, he was utterly fascinating. This… Lord Harry Potter-Black.

"I must say, we don't get many foreign visitors, around these parts. You are an oddity, Lord Potter-Black."

Smiling, his emerald eyes twinkling, the Lord dips his head.

"You've certainly set yourself up out of the way, Countess. But I find myself begging for a moment of your time all the same."

He reaches for his cup of tea and takes a long sip of it, even as Alcina watches him do so. Hm, she'd been half-tempted to drug the tea. It was what she would have normally done, under these circumstances. However, one thing kept her from doing so. This man before her was no ordinary man… nor even an ordinary Lord. No, he was a Wizard. And Wizards, Alcina knew, were quite dangerous.

"Oh? What can someone like me do for someone like you, my Lord?"

Better to play this cautiously. Oh, she had no intention of letting the Wizard leave Castle Dimitrescu alive or intact, to be fair. Even now, her daughters are waiting in the wings, just out of sight of their guest, peering at him curiously from around corners and clearly wanting a piece of him. Alcina would likely let them have it too, once she was done probing him for information.

Putting his tea cup back down, Harry fixes her with a probing stare.

"Tell me, Countess, do you know of the Greengrass Family? It's only that, one of their ancestors was an Alcina Greengrass. More than that, they currently suffer from a blood curse that I've promised to help them resolve. I have to wonder, given your shared first name with her, if there might be a connection."

Now, thousands of years ago, when Alcina had still been mortal, she herself had been a witch. Of course, that had been over a thousand years away at this point. Still, she'd had a full life back then, a magical one at that. She'd given birth to several children, who might in turn have gone out into the world and spread their oats, so to speak.

She'd never heard of this 'Greengrass Family' before now. But then, to be fair, she hadn't been in contact with the Wizarding World for a long, long time. As one of the longer-lived vampires, the wizards preferred to give her a wide berth, leaving her to her own personal little fiefdom, so long as she didn't rock the boat too much.

Alcina was more aware than they probably thought that she and her daughters were living in a place somewhat frozen in time. The world continued to move on all around them, all sorts of maddening inventions and discoveries being made day by day, but their lifestyle and that of the village of peasants down below, remained in the feudal era that Alcina so preferred.

It was best when the serfs knew their place, when they knew precisely where they belonged. It was better when they couldn't get uppity ideas such as 'rights' and 'freedom' in their dimwitted little heads. They were prey, cattle no less, and that they would remain for the rest of their insignificant lives.

That said, Alcina wouldn't be surprised to find out that this Greengrass Family of Lord Potter-Black's was made up of her descendants. Indeed, while she hadn't kept track of her family lines through the centuries, she'd had plenty of children before her turning at the ripe age of forty-four. Children who would then have gone on to start families of their own.

That was likely where these Greengrasses he spoke of came from. But Alcina wasn't just about to say that. After all, despite his status as a Wizard, it didn't seem as if Lord Potter-Black had caught on to the fact that she was a vampire, quite yet.

To be fair, she preferred to wear a disguise, and had started the conversation by asking he forgive her porphyria, as it was a condition she could not do away with. In all fairness, it wasn't a lie. Her albinism was from a blood disease she had before she became a vampire, carrying over despite the transition into one of the world's more powerful forms of life.

She'd looked for ways to get rid of it over the centuries, looked for ways to rid herself of the skin affliction even long after becoming an immortal creature of the night… but alas, nothing she could find had done the trick. In the end, she was forced to 'live with it'. And Alcina hated having to 'live with it'.

All of this flits through her mind in an instant, as she considers Harry's question and the information, he's provided her. In the end, she decides how she wishes to approach this situation without a visible ounce of hesitation, leaning forward in visible interest and giving him a look down her low-cut top besides as she licks her ruby red lips.

"Oh… now that IS interesting. I must admit… as reclusive as my family has always been, I don't know as much about our past as I would have preferred. Is it possible that… Clan Dimitrescu descends from this Greengrass Family?"

Smiling, Harry nods his head in easy agreement, sending a thrill through Alcina.

"House Greengrass to be specific, but yes, more than likely. As such, even your own affliction might have something to do with why I'm here. I do hate to be a bother, but I believe there might be clues to solving this issue to be found in your Castle Library."

While she's quite pleased that he's so easily taken in by her deception, Alcina can't help but be a little surprised… and downright doubtful, about that. She furrows her brow and leans back with a frown. If there was a way to solve her problem, would it truly be found in her OWN library? To be fair, it had been a long time since she perused the magical tomes she'd collected in her original life as a witch.

And indeed, even with all the time in the world, she had not read EVERY book in the Castle Library. No, the Library was more her youngest's domain than anything else. Daniela was ever the scholar, but even she had yet to read the whole library, despite her voracious consumption of knowledge in its many forms.

And as a wizard… Lord Potter-Black WOULD have access to a number of spells that might put him on the right track and lead him right to her Castle, if magic itself thought that there was a solution to be had here. And if the Greengrass' blood curse could be solved here, then who was to say the Wizard Lord wouldn't find a solution to her problem in the meantime?

That alone might just afford him a stay of execution. It was the best bet she'd had of ridding herself of her porphyria in a long time, after all. So… yes, she'd come to a decision.

"I would not be opposed to you perusing the stacks, so to speak. However, I must ask for something in return. There must be an equivalent exchange to these things, after all."

Harry's smile turns knowing, and he inclines his head in agreement.

"But of course, Countess. Name your price."

Waving a hand dismissively, Alcina doesn't hesitate.

"I do not ask for anything so gauche as money. I am wealthy enough as it is. However, no amount of wealth has ever managed to rid me of my own condition. If you find a way to cure my albinism in the course of your work, you will drop everything else to do so immediately. That is what I demand. Are we in agreement?"

Harry raises an eyebrow at her sudden brusqueness, but Alcina does not back down. For one, she is used to getting her way, in all things. For two… her daughters are getting antsier by the moment, and she knows she's going to have to handle them sooner, rather than later. Luckily, the Wizard Lord nods after a moment, not drawing this negotiation out any longer. To be fair, she had made it abundantly clear it was NOT a negotiation in the first place, hadn't she?

"Those terms are acceptable, Countess Dimitrescu. I swear to you, if I find a way to cure your albinism in the course of your work, I will drop everything else to do so immediately."

Hearing her own words parroted back to her pleases Alcina something fierce. It's always nice when the prey knows how to show proper respect to its betters.

"Very good. The library is through that door, just down the hall. I trust you can find your own way."

Once again, the Wizard Lord looks a little surprised, but nevertheless inclines his head, drains his tea cup, and rises from his seat. Alcina watches him go, having to hold herself back from taking a little nip from his throat. The blood called to her, like it always did, but she was an ancient Vampire, and she had full control over herself.

Her daughters, on the other hand…

"Please, mother! Can we take a bite! Just one apiece, promise!"

"He smells fascinating. What IS that scent?"

"Let us devour his man-flesh together, mother!"

Alcina sweeps her gaze across her three daughters, as they appear before her in a flash of vampiric speed. That gaze immediately silences them all the moment she uses it, quelling them and making them tremble a bit as they shy away from her in fear and respect. Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela aren't truly her daughters by blood, but they are her daughters by right and by conquest. She claimed all three of them as her own and saw herself as their mother.

But even a mother had to know when to exercise discipline.

"You will not touch him. He smells fascinating because he is a Wizard. If you go after him, he is likely to turn his wand upon you and kill you. Only I would have any chance of subduing him."

Her daughters, far younger than her, look wide-eyed at her proclamation. Sheltered, the three of them originally coming from the peasant stock at the sequestered village down the road, they have no concept of magic, not truly. Daniela might have read a few of Alcina's tomes in the library, but she just as likely thought them to be fiction.

"Then… why haven't you done so, mother?"

"Yes, surely his blood is delicious! It smells heavenly!"

Shaking her head, Alcina taps a finger on the armrest of her love seat.

"Patience, darlings. You must exercise patience. The Wizard Lord does work for me. Once he has accomplished what I have tasked him with, then we will feast upon him. Until that time however, he is NOT to be touched."

And then, because she does so hate to have to talk sharply to her darlings, Countess Alcina Dimitrescu softens her tone and demeanor considerably.

"I could not bare to lose any of you to this man. He is dangerous, more dangerous than any of the prey down at the village. Mm, speaking of which, his arrival should have been foretold by the peasants, and yet he showed up on our doorstep before they could send word. Darlings, won't you all be dears for me and go to express our pleasure to the serfs? Have fun with it. Show them they're nothing before our power."

Her daughters perk up at that, and all eagerly say their goodbyes, before heading out the door. Alcina watches them go… but not long enough to see Daniela split off from her older sisters, the youngest Dimitrescu Vampire not following Bela and Cassandra down to the Village. No, rather, Alcina's words had been ill-spoken. By making it sound like she was more worried for them then for Harry, she had put a kernel of interest in the youngest Dimitrescu's mind.

As a young vampire, Daniela's grasp on reality was… quite tenuous. All she knew was that there was a man in HER library that her mother wanted alive… for now. As well, that he was a 'wizard', and something called a 'wand' made him very dangerous indeed. Well, Daniela would just be careful. And really, she would only take a nibble… promise.

To her credit, Countess Dimitrescu had good reason for missing this little act of defiance. She was too busy already considering how she would go about explaining all of this to Miranda… perhaps she did not have to. Perhaps it would be fine if she just… kept this to herself, just this once.

That didn't mean she could get away with telling Miranda nothing, however. She would need to go to the woman and distract her for the time being. Hopefully, the Wizard Lord would get her results quickly, and she would be able to clean up the indiscretion fast. But for now… the Countess rises and makes her way out of her Castle and towards Miranda's cave, unaware that she's just left her new guest alone in her home with her youngest, most impulsive daughter.

-x-X-x-

Harry was not stupid. He knew a vampire when he was looking one right in the face. Not to mention, even before he'd sat down for tea with Countess Alcina Dimitrescu, all the signs were there.

While Castle Dimitrescu was one of the bigger clues Harry and the Greengrass witches had uncovered for their research trip to Europe, it was not the only clue. As such, Harry had split off from Lady Anastasia and her daughters in order to investigate the mystery of Castle Dimitrescu and its Countess by himself.

He was glad he'd done so. The place wasn't exactly welcoming to visitors. Skipping over the village of muggle thralls entirely, he'd made his way directly to the Castle itself. Only, Castle Dimitrescu was a dark and unfriendly place, with not a single servant that he'd seen so far. He'd been met in the foyer by Countess Dimitrescu herself, and immediately recognized her as a distant but strong blood relation to Anastasia Greengrass.

The fact that she was Countess ALCINA Dimitrescu was only icing on the cake. Indeed, it seemed that Harry had stumbled across House Greengrass' ancient ancestor. There was no doubt in his mind, even if the Countess thought she'd completely fooled him into thinking otherwise, that the Greengrasses had come from her, rather than her being an off-shoot of their family.

Indeed, from what Harry could tell, Countess Alcina was over a thousand years old, though less than two thousand at least. Regardless, she was a very powerful vampire, given her age… and so he'd tried for diplomacy, not wanting to pick a fight with a dark creature of her power without at least attempting another way.

It was obvious she was hungry for his blood all the same… and so were the other three much younger vampires he'd detected while having tea with her. Harry didn't doubt that the Countess only intended to let him get away with so much research in her library, before she and her daughters fed upon him. It was clear she recognized him as a Wizard, lending even further credence to the idea that she'd been the witch that the entirety of House Greengrass ultimately descended from, but at the same time, he was sure his status as a magical person would not afford him much, if any protection.

Still, he'd imagined he would have at least a day or two. The Countess had seemed truly interested in him possibly uncovering a cure for her porphyria. He'd made his way directly to the library, and immediately gotten to work. Unfortunately, before he was even through his first tome, he felt the presence of one of those younger vampires, moving carefully through the stacks around him.

Only the one though… so perhaps she was not quite sanctioned in her actions? For the moment, Harry endeavors to ignore her presence. But of course, she doesn't abide by that for long, before suddenly speaking up.

"Poor little manthing… didn't know what he was getting into~"

Her voice echoes through the library, giving no indication of where exactly she was. He knew, of course, his magic allowing him to spread his senses through the dimly lit stacks and locate her with ease. But even still, it would probably behoove him to remain 'ignorant' as long as possible. And so, Harry makes a show of lifting his head and narrowing his eyes as he looks around curiously.

"Hello? Is someone there?"

"Yes! I'm here! Not to worry, not to worry… everyone falls for me in time~"

Slowly, Harry stands up from the table he'd just sat down at, his tome forgotten as he looks around the library. His eyes see nothing, but of course, he knows where she is. Not hiding behind one of the bookcases, like a lesser man would have assumed… but on the ceiling over his head, staring down at him from above.

No one ever looked up, did they? Harry might not have thought to do so himself in all honesty, but thankfully his senses have pinged her location to him. She's skittered back and forth a bit, but mostly remained where she is, nails sunk into the ceiling as she perches there, waiting for something, possibly for him to do something in particular. Hm, he'd best keep the act up for now.

"I know not who you are but know that I am here by the grace of Countess Alcina Dimitrescu. I have her permission to conduct my research in peace."

A giggle sounds out from the young vampire, reverberating through the stacks all around him.

"You have mother's permission to conduct your research, yes… but who said anything about peace? Hehe, let's have some fun!"

Hm, still she did not make a real move. She's definitely waiting for HIM to do something, that much is obvious by this point. What would your average wizard do in this situation? Ah, of course. Harry moves to draw his wand from its holster, holding it in front of him.

"Lumos. I assure you; I am-!"

With a hissing snarl, she finally attacks. Harry will admit it… he underestimates her severely. For all that he overestimated Countess Alcina, he didn't think much of her younger vampire 'daughters'. They all seemed only a century old at most, and this one seemed younger still. But… the speed is unlike what he's used to from British Vampires. Indeed, before he can even truly react, his wand is knocked from his hand, sent skittering across the floor, and he finds himself slammed back down into his chair by very strong hands.

"Mm, bad boy! You aren't going anywhere~"

For the first time, he lays eyes on his assailant. She's a wild thing, to be sure. Stringy, filthy-looking faded red hair, and a pale white face almost as pale as her 'mother'. Her lips, unlike the Countess' blood red, are pitch black, though her teeth are shockingly well put together. There is more black painted around her yellow eyes, and she has a symbol upon her forehead.

Her black dress had a low cut to it that showed off her extensive cleavage, even as she lolled out her tongue, licking at her teeth and fangs for a moment before leaning in close and breathing in his scent.

"Oh, I just love to eat the cute ones right up! Hey… kiss me?"

"No, thank you."

He calls upon his magic then, planning to blast her away with wandless magic and take her down that way. From there, he would decide between taking her to her 'mother', or keeping her as his own prisoner to interrogate further. However, before Harry can make that happen, she proves blindingly fast once again, lunging forward at his response and biting into his shoulder.

Eyes widening, he stiffens in pain at the injury… but his agony is nothing compared to Daniela's response. No sooner has his blood stained the young vampire's mouth then she flings herself back with a sharp, whimpering cry of pain. To Harry's shock, he can only watch as his blood on her lips and fangs actually SIZZLES against her, almost seeming to eat away at her.

Hurriedly, Daniela claws at her own face, scraping and wiping away his blood, only for her hands to start sizzling as well. She quickly wipes them clean on the table, where the blood smears… don't begin to eat through the wood.

"W-Why?! Why does the blood hurt?! Why, why, why?!"

Daniela collapses to her knees, a whimpering sobbing mess as Harry slowly rises from his chair and reaches out a hand.

"Accio Wand."

His wand snaps into his outstretched palm, and he takes a moment to cast a silent healing spell on his freely bleeding shoulder. At the same time, he stares down at the young vampire kneeling at his feet… and finally realizes what must have happened. To think, that incident would still be paying dividends after all this time.

But then, there wasn't actually a shelf life on Basilisk Venom OR Phoenix Tears, as far as Harry knew. Indeed, both of them were highly potent magical ingredients that actually got STRONGER with age, rather than weaker. Still, for the mixture in his bloodstream to still be this potent that it immediately brought a vampire to her knees…

He was incensed, he realizes after a moment. There was no way he could bring this bitch to her 'mother' or interrogate her, as he was now. He was too damn angry. Yes, he wasn't in his own domain, yes, he'd gone outside of his territory for this shit, but that didn't mean he was going to take being mocked or toyed with lightly. This cunt thought she could turn this into some sort of horror story with him as the victim?

She had another thing coming. With a flick of his wand, Harry conjures magical rope a hundred times stronger than its mundane counterpart. As it wraps around the young vampire's body, it tears through her dress, ripping it to tatters and going taut across her pale body. At the same time, he lifts her into the air, even as she hisses and shrieks, trying to struggle free.

"L-Let me go! Let me g-urk!"

Harry buries his fist in her gut, casting a point blank blasting charm from his knuckles as he does so. It's not strong enough to tear a hole through her, but it IS enough to rip the nonexistent air from her lungs and make her feel some actual pain. Ripping her hood off of her head and grabbing a fistful of her red locks, Harry glares into her eyes.

"Do you have a name?"

Looking back at him with her own eyes wide and actual tears tracking through the black surrounding them, she quivers in fear.

"D-Daniela… my name is Daniela!"

Smirking, Harry shakes his head.

"Not anymore. Your name is Cunt now."

She opens her mouth to respond to that, but that's exactly what Harry was waiting for. With her jaw stretched nice and wide, he conjures up a ball gag right between her black lips, watching as her vampiric fangs sink into it readily, locking the gag even further into place as it wraps around her head and buckles itself tightly shut for him.

"MMPH! NNNGH!"

For the first time, real fear shows in Daniela's eyes. And that's when she tries to escape. Luckily, Harry is ready for her. He's not at all surprised when she tries to dissolve. It's a common vampiric ability, to be able to change one's form, after all. Though, rather than becoming a swarm of bats, it would seem Daniela has the ability to turn into a swarm of flies.

Not that she gets further than her fingertips changing, before Harry shuts her down with an anti-transfiguration hex. It works not only on wizard magic, but on personal magic as well, such as metamorphs, animagi, and other shapeshifters. Immediately, her fingers reconstitute themselves, the few flies she's managed to give off sucked right back into her body as she becomes wholly solid again, and remains completely trapped in the bondage he's put her in.

"None of that now. You're being a bad girl, Cunt."

"MMMMPH!"

She wiggles and writhes, but his conjured rope proves up to the trick, and the way she's hanging midair keeps her from really finding the leverage she needs to even try to tear herself free in the first place. Harry admires the view of her naked, pale body, bound and gagged, struggling helplessly for a long moment. He'd been trying to be diplomatic. But even with his shoulder healed, the phantom pain from the wound still lingers.

Daniela Dimitrescu is going to deserve everything that's coming to her. With a snarl, Harry swishes his wand and forces her to bend over the table in front of him, her feet touching the ground again and her legs spread wide by his magic. He then locks her in place, turning the conjured rope into nothing more than decoration. Daniela couldn't move if she tried.

"For starters… punishment."

He could have just gone with old-fashioned spankings, but he's not sure she would have even truly felt that. So instead, he takes his wand and lightly touches the tip of it to Daniela's left buttocks… while casting the stinging hex at point blank range. The contact causes Daniela to squeal some more through the ball gag, her flesh jiggling and her leg jittering, even if the rest of her can't move at all.

Amused by the reaction, Harry moves his wand to the young vampire's other butt cheek and repeats the motions.

"NNNNGH!!!"

Stinging hex after stinging hex comes from the tip of his wand as he alternates between Daniela's ass cheeks. The young vampire is definitely feeling it. Her body would no doubt be resistant to most nonmagical forms of physical harm… but magical harm? That was something even vampires were vulnerable to.

By the time Harry finally pulls his wand back several dozen stings later, Daniela's pale backside is bright red from all the points of contact with the tip of his wand, and her legs are quivering. Only his magic is actually holding her up at this point, the vampire trapped in her humanoid form and unable to escape his grasp, no matter how hard she tries. And yet… Harry can tell she's not truly broken. Not by a long shot. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

Freeing his cock from its confines, Harry moves into position behind the bent over young vampire, slapping his hands down on the red head's ass. Even though it's nonmagical physical contact, the tenderizing her buttocks already received still provokes one of the sweetest squealing cries from the helpless young vampire as he brings his massive member up behind her and slides it across her slit.

She's not wet, of course. It's possible she can't even get wet. But then, he doesn't actually stop at her cunt anyways. Instead, he moves up to her asshole, nestled between her freshly punished ass cheeks. His wand comes up again, this time pointed at her sphincter, and he casts a multipurpose cleaning and lubrication charm on her asshole, to make sure that while tight, it won't be like sandpaper on his dick.

"Bad Cunts don't get fucked in the cunt. Bad Cunts get fucked in the ass. And you've been a very bad Cunt."

"Mmmph! Nnngh!"

Harry just chuckles at her attempted response. He casts Legilimency for a moment, wondering what the young vampire is even trying to say, only to rear back as if struck. Her mind… is a fucking mess. The stupid bitch is actually one of the most delusional individuals he's ever come across. Her grasp on reality is tenuous at best.

In fact, as it turns out, she's already disassociating from this whole experience. While Harry is preparing to fuck her ass to punish her and teach her a lesson, he discovers she no longer even thinks he's the one doing this to her. No, she's transposed her own 'mother', the Countess, over him, and believes its Alcina who's currently punishing her for her transgressions.

This is because, as delusional and fractured as Daniela Dimitrescu's mind is, she quite literally cannot fathom a world in which a 'manthing' could possibly take her down. As well, the only source of punishment in her entire life has been her mother, all this time.

Well, that just won't do. Pressing his warm, throbbing, bulbous cockhead up against Daniela's asshole, Harry reaches out and grabs a fistful of her red hair, yanking the young, gagged vampire's head back and pressing his wand to her forehead.

The spell he casts has no name. Its something of his own creation, made for some of the bedroom fun he's got up to over the past few years. Indeed, Harry has had to deal with quite a few of his women 'losing the plot' so to speak. Getting fucked silly on his massive bitch breaker is a common occurrence for his girls, but sometimes Harry prefers them to be cognizant and coherent for ALL of it.

That's what he uses on Daniela now, and as the casting finishes, he watches her tense up again, watches as her yellow eyes focus on his face. With her head pulled back and her spine arched so beautifully, he's able to lean over her and smirk down at her from above, his emerald eyes glinting in the dim candlelight of the library around them.

"Back with me? Good."

Only then does he punch into Daniela's ass with his cock. Thanks to the lubrication charm, it feels quite nice… for him. Not so much for Daniela, especially not after the tenderizing her ass received from the end of his wand with all those stinging charms. The young vampire's screams soon fill the room, as he fucks her ass hard and fast.

"MMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMPH!"

No one is coming to save her, however. Harry had already checked, just to be sure… but the Castle is, for some reason, completely deserted now. He's not quite sure why, but he's also not about to let the opportunity pass him by to really teach this naughty little parasitic bitch a lesson. She'd already learned not to drink his blood… now she would learn that her place was at his feet, as his loyal pet.

Slamming his bitch breaker into Daniela's ass again and again, Harry once more uses Legilimency on her mind to check and see how things are going there. Her thoughts are as much a mess as before, but thanks to his spell, her grasp on reality has been strengthened in just the right way. Namely, she has his face in her mind's eye, staring down at her from on high like the face of a vengeful, wrathful god.

The more he butt fucks her, the more she comes to see him as a brand new authority in her life. He's not quite supplanting her 'mother' just yet, the Countess has had much longer to dig her claws into Daniela's psyche after all, but he's rapidly becoming equal to Alcina in the younger vampire's mind. Good… very good.

With a vicious roar, Harry slams forward into Daniela's back door one final time, before creampieing her bowels right then and there. For a moment, her eyes widen in horror, and she squeals in fear through the ball gag. His current connection to her delusional mind lets Harry know why this is. Namely, her previous experience with his bodily fluids has left her terrified that this new hot sensation sloshing around in her bowels is going to start eating through her flesh any second, and she has no way of getting it out.

Luckily for her, his cum is not so dramatically infused with an unholy combination of Basilisk Venom and Phoenix Tears. No, it was his bloodstream that the two incredibly potent magical ingredients had been administered to, not his balls, heh.

As such, the pain and agony unending that Daniela's feverish mind expects when he cums inside of her ass never arrives. The result is somewhat amusing, from what Harry reads of the young vampire's thoughts. Because she'd expected pain, and not gotten it… her opinion of him actually goes up a few notches, becoming more favorable. She thinks he's sparing her, the stupid little thing.

Her squeals quiet down, and she moans through the ball gag much more softly than before as Harry finally pulls out of her violently taken ass.

"Mmm…"

Chuckling, he moves his still hard cock down to her cunt, finding her to be wetter now. Still not quite as wet as he would prefer however, and given she doesn't look like she bathes, as well as apparently transforms into a swarm of flies when not under the effect of an anti-transfiguration hex, Harry goes ahead and uses the same cleaning and lubrication charm on her cunt as he did her ass.

"That's better. You're being a good girl now, aren't you Cunt? And good cunts get fucked in the cunt."

He doesn't wait for her muffled response. He thrusts into her and begins fucking her pussy with just as much violent aggression as he did her ass. Her squeals are nevertheless softer, her moans significantly more wanton and far less painful this time around. He finds, from his peering into her mind, that Daniela is a virgin. Her body wasn't virginal, but as far as she's aware, she's never fucked a man before. Indeed, she was much more inclined to eat the 'manthings' that she and her sisters fed upon, then lay with them.

By turning the tables so dramatically on her, by putting himself in this position of authority over her, Harry has upended Daniela's entire world view. Or he would have, if the delusional young vampire wasn't so damn good at putting everything into a nice, neat little box. Thanks to his spell, she couldn't interpose her 'mother' over him anymore. She couldn't pretend like this wasn't happening, like he wasn't fucking her bound and gagged body over the table in the middle of the library.

However, she COULD put him in his own category outside of all the other manthings she'd hunted and killed over the decades she'd been a vampire. And that was precisely what she had done. He wasn't a manthing in her eyes, not anymore. He was something else… a monster all of his own. And she was beginning to enjoy the sensations he was visiting upon her, more than she would have cared to admit.

Well, Harry could work with that, he supposed. Indeed, he'd already gotten his payback for the bite to his shoulder. If he could break Daniela down properly, why… she might just be a very useful tool indeed.

And so, while he doesn't lower his pace, he does encourage her pleasure, with both his magic and the mental arts. He fucks her just as violently as before, while pushing her to heights of ecstasy that the young vampire had not experienced… outside of feeding, that is. And then he pushes her beyond that euphoria, into a new realm of pleasure and bliss, until finally, Daniela cums for him.

"Nnngh?!"

The young vampire's first orgasm in her new life clearly takes her by surprise. She didn't think she could feel such pleasure from such mundane carnal pursuits. And to be fair, she wouldn't… if this were mundane. It is not. Harry is no muggle, and he's not holding back his magic here. And vampires are notoriously vulnerable to magic, especially as young as dear Daniela is.

As he fucks her cunt after pumping a hot, thick load right into her ass, she moans and moans louder and louder into the ball gag, moving her hips back into his pistoning prick as he lets her have some range of movement back. She's not fighting him anymore, and a look at her mind shows her actively participating. She wants it… she wants HIM. Luckily for her, he's all too happy to give it to her. There's just one thing left to do.

"Cunt. Do you want to apologize properly? Do you want to beg me for forgiveness?"

Daniela hesitates for a moment, before nodding her head frantically.

"Mmhmm!"

Smirking, Harry yanks the red head back off of the table and pulls out of her cunt, causing her to squeal and protest. But he's not listening to her. He's forcing her down to her knees and dispelling the conjured ball gag from her mouth. His massive, throbbing, bitch breaker of a cock slaps down onto Daniela's face, covering her features and pulsing with need as he drags it back and forth across her body.

At the start of all of this, you couldn't have paid him enough galleons for Harry to stick his cock anywhere near the young, clearly impulsive vampire's mouth. But now? She wasn't trained, per say, but she was tamed. And with this, Harry would finish her taming, turning her into his loyal, submissive pet.

"You want sustenance, yes? You wanted my blood, but as you learned, my blood is anathema to you. My seed, however…"

Daniela's eyes flicker between him and his cock, the red head's gaze turning inquisitive and curious… and definitely intrigued. Smirking, Harry slides his cock across her face until he's pushing against her black lips. The pale vampire doesn't hesitate to pull her fangs as far out of the way as possible, even as he slowly feeds his throbbing shaft into her mouth. She won't bite down, not willingly. She's too afraid of what his blood would do to her… and too excited to taste of his cum.

Placing both hands atop her head, fisting her red locks in his grip, Harry smirks as Daniela's yellow eyes flicker up to meet his emerald green gaze.

"Hold on~"

And then he starts to skull fuck her, right then and there. Of course, there's no way for her to hold on, so to speak… she's still bound up in his impossibly strong conjured rope.

"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAAAAAAAAAAAGKH!"

Harry is forced to revise his earlier thoughts. It turns out, whatever type of vampire Daniela Dimitrescu and her mother and sisters are, they do need to breathe. And so, Harry takes great pleasure in fucking Daniela's face, in using her mouth and throat as his own personal cock sleeve. Her pale neck bulges, as he buries his entire length in her esophagus and gullet time and time again.

It's no less than the bitch deserves, and a glance at her mind again shows that she's coming around to his way of thinking. Slowly but surely, he's rising even further in her esteem, even with the violent abuse he's visiting upon her. Violence is a way of life for Daniela, after all. The strong take from the weak, and the weak can do nothing to stop it.

He's forced her to see him for who he really is, rather than letting her delusions change things. He's forced the young vampire to acknowledge him as stronger than her. And that changes things between them, dramatically. Now though, even better, Daniela is beginning to question whether he's stronger than her sisters as well. Or even, heaven forbid… her mother, the Countess.

Harry knows he is, of course. Now that he knows just how fast these vampires move, he's not going to be surprised a gain. Passive Defensive Charms are in order, rather than active defenses that he has to activate himself. They won't catch him by surprise or manage to injure him further, of that Harry is confident.

He does his best to convey that confidence with his eyes down at young Daniela, and he can tell he succeeds, as he gazes down at her and she in turn gazes up at him while choking and gurgling quite noisily on his cock.

"GLUUUUGHK! GLUGHK! GLUGHK!"

The final nail in the coffin comes when Harry cums. With a groan but no further warning, he explodes down Daniela's throat, making a mess of the young vampire's face as his seed comes back up out of her nostrils and the sides of her black-lipped mouth. But plenty of it ends up in her belly as well, and he sees the yellow eyes of the youngest Dimitrescu Vampire widen in shock as she feels the potency of his magical seed filling her stomach, suffusing her body.

Her tongue immediately begins to work over his shaft, sliding more aggressively back and forth as she swallows as much of his cum as she possibly can. When he pulls back, she whimpers and runs her mouth muscle across his glans eagerly. Once he's completely out of her lips, she begins to lick his seed up from around her mouth with a fervent gusto.

A quick check tells him what he's seeing is indeed right… he's tipped Daniela over the edge from fear into obedience and adoration with one hot load of wizard's cum. If she'd thought to extract his seed from him under different circumstances, it wouldn't have had the same effect. She would have still seen him as little more than an object, a resource to be drained dry, albeit in a different want than her usual 'manthings'.

But by dominating her in the way he had first, by showing her his strength, Harry has bent the delusional young vampire completely to his Will. She won't necessarily fight for him just yet… but she would stand by and let him turn her sisters into his vampire fuck toys as well, if he so chose to do so.

That's not simple hyperbole. The Countess is still gone from the castle, interestingly enough, but the other two, Daniela's fellow vampires who are NOT over a thousand years old, have come back. With a flick of his wand, Harry conjures a collar and leash around Daniela's neck, and tugs her to her feet. Still bound up, but no longer gagged, the young vampire follows behind him curiously, naked and freshly conquered, as he leaves the library and starts truly snooping.

He's curious about both the type of vampire Daniela is, and the secrets of Castle Dimitrescu. He'd been willing to live and let live if the Countess was willing to do the same… but deep down inside, Harry had always known it would come to this. Vampires were inherently parasitic creatures who couldn't be trusted to mind their manners. Yes, it was always going to end up like this.

And truth be told… he'd been looking forward to it from the start.

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