An Important Encounter

"Good night, Alice."

Treowe can't help but smile as he kisses the forehead of his second youngest sister. The little girl yawns cutely from the tiredness of a full day of playing, her long black hair spread out across her pillow, and even as her eyes begin to drift shut, a grey-green Kneazle with blue-black spots slips under her covers and up into her arms. His aqua-colored eyes stare up at Treowe from the darkness under the blanket, and Treowe's smile widens a little.

"And good night to you as well, Chess."

He receives an intelligent meow in response, and the glowing aqua eyes shut and disappear into the darkness as the Kneazle goes to sleep as well. Treowe then turns to the bed on the other side of the room and bends over to repeat the process with his youngest sister Joan, her single braid of caramel hair hanging off her pillow and along the bed beside her. Unlike Alice, Joan leans up as he leans in, still apparently having enough energy to give him a good night hug before she collapses back onto her bed.

Chuckling, Treowe lays a kiss on her forehead as well, smiling lovingly at her.

"Good night, Joan."

A flapping of wings alerts him to Joan's own animal companion as the orange and yellow owl takes up his night watch post on the headboard of Joan's bed.

"Good night, Michael."

Michael the owl gives him a hoot in response, and an owlish salute of the wings before tucking his head in, though with one eye always visible, always watching… ever vigilant. Treowe, meanwhile, steps back into the center of the room and flicks his wand up at the ceiling, casting the Nightlight spell to create a dim field of stars across the ceiling, before leaving the bedroom and his younger sisters behind.

Once outside, Treowe stretches and yawns himself, working out all of the kinks in his back and muscles from having spent most of the day, as well as the days previous to today, playing with his younger sisters. Couldn't let them see him ache, it was the same as letting your soldiers see you bleed, really. Little sisters could sense weakness, if you let them. His little sisters hadn't exactly been happy about him not coming home on time for the Yule holidays, and they'd made that fact pointedly clear to him these past few days.

Well, Alice and Joan had. Sanna denied having missed him, as she was growing up into a young woman and did not need her big brother anymore. Well, that was how she acted anyways. When Treowe actually posited the idea that she had grown up and didn't need him anymore, Sanna actually got an interesting shade of red, sputtering and scowling at him and telling him not to be ridiculous.

She didn't ever actually say she DID in fact need him, but Treowe took what he could get. He had pouted and wailed in distress that his little sister did not want him anymore, that she did not want his hugs, or his head pats, or anything to do with him. Then, when she'd gotten too close to him, Treowe had snatched her up into a hug and spun her around as she screamed at him to let her go and to put her down. All while he just widely grinned at having caught her in his grasp.

His grin had grown a bit brittle and forced afterwards however, when Sanna had primly explained that her growing body was proof of her maturity into a young woman, rather than the girl she once was. He didn't want to see her that way, not really… and yet, he was beginning to wonder just how she saw him. Sanna was beginning to sneak glances, and that was a worrying sign that he really had lost a little sister to the 'joys' of womanhood.

Still, with him there at home, they had all been able to join Vera, his immediate older sister, in Bicorn riding. None of the majestic creatures had done more than glance at him when he approached, thankfully, and they'd had a good time of it, with Vera holding Joan in her lap and him holding Alice as they rode around the family lands. Sanna was old enough to ride on her own finally, another sign that she truly was growing up, and she was ridiculously easy to keep track of as well, her black hair flowing behind her in the wind quite visible with all the white, snow-covered fields.

Vera had lasted longer than he expected while holding Joan and trotting along, before she'd finally broken and kicked her Bicorn into high gear, galloping off much to Joan's loud whoops of joy. Alice, of course, had wanted to go faster too, and Treowe had never been able to say no to his little sister. Sanna had brought up the rear, yelling at them all for being so impetuous and reckless.

But she should have expected as much. Vera was as wild, free, and unbroken as the Bicorn that she rode, with the sunlight catching in her caramel hair and turning it auburn. If Treowe had to guess, he'd have said that she was probably more fit these days than even he was, what with all the physical activity and labor that came from taking care of the Bicorns.

She reminded him of that one Disney Princess that had come out a bit before he'd found himself reborn in this new world. Scottish if he recalled, wielded a bow… but bah, he'd never seen the movie itself, only heard about it in passing via cultural osmosis. He couldn't remember the name. In the end, it didn't really matter.

As Treowe enters his room, his thoughts are already turned towards tomorrow. It would likely be more playing and more practicing with his sisters. If he recalled, they'd decided they were having a tea party, a disguised lesson in social etiquette and good manners, dressed up as playtime. Treowe had no doubts that he would be pulled into that. With Leala and Shelbie working on fixing his condition, mother currently busy making plans for future social events, and father mostly stuck at the Wizengamot as a new year brought with it a new budget, Treowe was left managing his younger sisters with the help of his immediate oldest.

Not that he minded, really. Not one bit-

"Good evening, young lord Treowe."

His thoughts are promptly derailed by the simple greeting, his name breathed in a sultry, seductive manner that just oozes sexual undertone. Glancing to the side, Treowe is greeted with the familiar sight of Zari's duskily skinned, tanned mother lounging on his room's couch. She's completely naked of course, her inhumanly beautiful body on full display as she splays herself for him, showing off. Half her face was concealed by the veil of her shining ebony black hair, but even the one visible eye he could see was enough to freeze him in place.

"Good evening to you as well, Madame Valentina."

It was an instinctive, automatic response at the end of the day, even as his brain stalled and then slowly shifted into the mindset he would need for this encounter. As he accepted the fact that Zari's mother was in his room and had even brought her own personal couch with her, Treowe untenses, ever so slightly. One of her spoils from a summer trip to France, the couch was the kind that an artist would draw naked French women on, with one end having a taller backing than the other.

Madame Valentina was settled at the end with the lower backing, allowing for her wings to stretch and spread out behind her. Her large and bountiful chest was on full display, the dark areolas swollen and the light catching them as they glistened with barely contained milk. His dick went from soft to almost painfully rigid as she breathed and that simple breath caused her massive mammaries to shift and jiggle, the display of overt sexuality, made all the worse by her crossed legs switching and briefly flashing her hairless and wet cunt, before concealing it again between her thighs. Her rounded ass was plainly visible over the side of them as well, tantalizing in its hidden nature.

"Zari hasn't been able to stop talking about you since you returned home, young lord. She hasn't been able to stop talking about how you tasted either."

The emphasis on the word 'tasted' is not lost on Treowe as Madame Valentina positively purrs, taking a wine glass full of a golden-white vintage and slowly swirling it around for a moment before sipping from it. Unable to help himself, Treowe's eyes track the intended path from her full lips to her slender neck, to the thick golden collar and the large gemstone resting betwixt her breasts.

After a moment, she sets down the wine glass.

"I'm disappointed that you haven't been by to see me though. Especially during such a critical time in the development of your relationship."

The scolding has the intended effect of sending a shiver down Treowe's spine, his dick twitching and straining within the confines of his pants as he finds himself holding his breath for a moment.

"Come sit with me?"

It's an offer but also an order all in one, with her spade tail slipping out and patting the open spot beside her. Treowe swallows thickly, and begins taking off his clothes, only making somewhat of a show of it, slowing down for her enjoyment, knowing that he was incredibly overdressed for the 'conversation' that they were about to have. But to be fair, he'd seen this coming. He was ready for it. He was ready for her… or at least, he hoped he was.

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His head laid out on her perfectly smooth and completely tanned legs, not a single tan line in sight, Treowe finds himself staring not up at Valentina's massive swinging breasts but a little lower than that, at the bump of her formerly flat stomach, which until he'd gotten closer and Valentina had sat up, had been concealed by the pose she was striking. He stares, even as a hand of sharp, manicured nails combs through his hair and rubs his scalp. His head leads into the pleasurable sensation, leading him away from her breast.

Of course, she'd gotten pregnant again. The state of his own mother's pregnancy made it obvious that she was carrying multiple new children, with good odds of at least one of them being another son. In comparison, Madame Valentina's body being nothing less than perfection would have easily distracted his father. Not that Valentina's pregnancy subtracted from her beauty at all. If anything, it enhanced the succubus and would continue to do so as she developed further along.

To be fair, the men of the Morton Family seemed to have an almost genetic predilection for breeding, and a shared pregnancy fetish a mile long, to say nothing for what they thought of large assets on their women. Feather light touches of fingers glide along Treowe's shaft as Madame Valentina touches him with her other hand, while her spade-shaped tail cups his balls and slides back and forth along his churning nut sack.

"Now tell me, what has you so distracted that you seek comfort in the company of your sisters, instead of coming to feed from me."

Her voice is coaxing and seductive, even as her tail squeezes his round balls like she's checking for the freshness of fruit.

"There was a time that you could not be separated from my breasts and their ever-flowing milk, after all."

Her tone is one of nostalgia as she reminisces, trying to lull him further and further into the safety and comfort of her familiar embrace. Treowe's body and face both heat up in embarrassment from the reminder of his younger years, where the raw emotions and underdevelopment of his mind and body had hampered much of his previous life's memories and knowledge. But an attachment to big, honking titties had manages to come through loud and clear, further reinforced by the milky goodness they provided him.

Removing him from a teat once he'd latched on while he was still nursing had been rather difficult, and necessitated Madame Valentina coming in to take on the position of wet nurse in order to free up Treowe's mother of the responsibility, especially with the birth of Sanna.

In the end, Valentina wasn't just Zari's mother, she wasn't just a mature, beautiful Succubus. She had been his wet nurse, his nanny, his governess, and even his tutor in a variety of subjects, and not all of them had been sexual in nature. There would be no holding back the truth from Madame Valentina. Hell, this gorgeous inhuman woman had personally changed his dirty nappies as a baby, rather than leaving it to the House Elves.

"I'm… afraid…"

He releases those two words in a breath, discovering just how liberating it felt to not have to be the strong one for once, to not have to be the bent ear, to be able to admit his weakness from carrying the weight of the horrible future war to come if he failed to change the course of history, if he failed to save Hella from those who wanted to do her harm.

"What has you so afraid, little stallion? What has you so disturbed, in a way that not even the front seat you had to your uncle's death has affected you the same?"

Valentina's voice is honestly curious, as well as concerned. And it's a fair point, in the end. Treowe had watched his uncle, the previous Lord Morton, die right in front of him. And yet, he'd come out of that without breaking down in his succubus nanny's lap as he was now. She was right to be worried, truth be told, even as she melted the stress of the last few months away via her tender ministrations across his body, slowly stroking his cock and balls with her hand and tail at a rate that was very nearly as teasingly painful as it was breathtakingly pleasurable.

"… Hella Potter. She's powerful and dangerous. The stories that they printed in her absence without her knowledge are nothing but a pack of lies, but even still, she lives up to the reputation they've set forward. She learns spells as fast as I can teach them to her, she overpowers her magic in a way I couldn't manage even with years of practice. There are moments when her magic and emotions run so wild that I don't question why the Dark Lord tried to kill her as a babe in her crib."

Treowe lets out a shuddering breath, before succinctly bringing his thoughts on the subject to a close.

"She is the Queen piece on the chessboard, Madame… and whoever controls her, can turn the tide."

He knew that Valentina would appreciate that metaphor. They'd played no small amount of Chess over the years, with the Succubus Matron being the one to teach him how to play the game in the first place. Treowe had lost no small number of them to being distracted by her cleavage, just as much as he'd lost to her actual skill in the strategy game.

Hella might have hated all those lies about her, and she was certainly pissed off when Treowe had brought up the problems with wizarding copyright laws that allowed people to sell merchandise and fictional stories using her name and likeness without her permission, but truth be told, she didn't quite seem to have any idea how much she lived up to the stories with her innate magical power.

His sisters had doubted his claims and even wondered if HE was lying when he'd recounted the tales of all that Hella had done over the years during her short time so far at Hogwarts. Honestly, he could understand why. The Harry Potter books as he'd read them would fit right in with the fictional lies that had been written and published and sold all over the wizarding world over the years.

"… And what have you done to insure that you are the one that has this Queen? What have you done to make sure that you steal her out from the hands of the other factions that seek her allegiance?"

Valentina's inquiring words come along with a squeeze to his shaft that has Treowe groaning. Just as Treowe had used sex and affection as one of the many means to keep Hella close, though by far not the sole leash to bind her to him, and he to her, Madame Valentina had taught him how to do that, and effectively done it to him as he grew up. Not that he minded having a beautiful MILF of a succubus like her so interested in him.

Nor did he distrust her. She was his, and he was hers, even more than Zari could ever hope to be… but not quite to the level that Hella would always be, if Treowe had a say in it. Madame Valentina knew her place, unlike her slightly more rebellious daughter. As such, Treowe answers simply and truthfully, knowing that the beautiful succubus would give him what advice she could, or at the very least respite.

"I believed her… when all others doubted her. I taught her, when they would have preferred, she remain ignorant. I've been guiding her, illuminating the paths ahead and showing her just how far the trail of breadcrumbs they've laid in the dark extends. I have remained at her side even as the road has become difficult and others have allowed themselves to get distracted away from her or abandoned her altogether. I defend her from the enemies that she has no defense or preparations against, while at the same time exposing them to her."

Each statement he gives is rewarded with pleasure that has Treowe panting, his hot breath hitting the underside of her looming, milk-laden tits. He would have continued, he would have said more, but the hand running through his hair and massaging his scalp suddenly shifts to support it at the back, while at the same time guiding him up to her swollen nipple.

Treowe doesn't hesitate, opening wide to eagerly suckle from Valentina's breath, even as the Succubus Madame releases a breathy moan. Warm milk fills his mouth, and Treowe drinks long and deep, grateful as ever that the Succubus didn't bother with taking the simple counter potion that would have stopped her breasts from lactating quite so much as they did.

"Relax, my young lord. Relax and rest in this moment. Let go of your worries for the future. Be secure in the knowledge that you have plenty of time to prepare for what is to come."

Her voice drifts over his ears and into them, sliding across his mind as he drinks from her breasts, even as his body relaxes while his cock remains hard and ridged. Treowe milks Valentina, drinking directly from the tap, and in return Valentina milks Treowe right back for her own feeding. She's working towards his release in earnest now… but Treowe isn't the little boy he once was.

Instead, he holds himself back, relying on his iron will to keep from cumming too fast. He does want to cum, of course, and he will cum… but he's decided he won't cum until the Madame Valentina does, he's decided he's going to make her cum from her tits alone, from his mouth on her breast. Sucking, licking, and clamping down on her nipples one after the other, Treowe drinks and drinks, attempting to drive her over the edge first.

He has the slightest advantage in that Valentina wasn't expecting it, she wasn't expecting this to turn into a competition, and for a moment, she's taken off guard. Then, she lets out a breathy laugh and redoubles her efforts, and Treowe knows instantly that in this challenge, he's going to lose. It was always a long shot, to be fair, trying to one up a mature MILF of a succubus and beat her at her own game, that being sexual pleasure, but he still tries his best.

When Treowe finally does cum, it's into a magically expanded bottle, which he knows Valentina will keep and savor for later, his seed flowing out of his enlarged, churning balls as he groans into Valentina's breast, still drinking her sweet, delicious milk. Her hand, still on the back of his head, rakes through his hair as she chuckles throatily.

"It was a valiant attempt, young lord. But as sensitive and full as my breasts are… you'll need a little more than that to get me."

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Never one to back down from a challenge presented as an offer, Treowe soon finds himself sinking his cock into Madame Valentina's warm, wet snatch from behind, sliding in over the course of several seconds until he finally begins to bottom out inside of her. He holds himself there for a moment, and then slowly pulls out, even slower than he thrust in, pushing himself up to extract his member from her depths.

The muscles of her inner walls squeeze around him like another pair of lips. They don't quite stop him from withdrawing, but with how slow he's currently going, they do pleasurably impede his progress and make his arms tremble with the sensation. Meanwhile, Treowe's shuddering breaths are blowing across the dusky skin in between Valentina's wings.

The little flicking twitches of said wings are the only sign Treowe has at the moment that the beautiful Succubus MILF feels anything from his panting breaths teasing one of her most sensitive spots. Meanwhile, hums of pleasure and sighs of contentment are his rewards as he lowers his body back down against her own, sliding into her velvety depths yet again.

Prone on her couch now, Valentina is laid out beneath him, while Treowe lays over her, taking her from both above and behind, fucking her with deep, penetrating thrusts. He starts out slow, working to maintain the set pace, even as his throbbing, pulsating, altogether lustful cock and achingly eager balls demanded that he go faster.

His libido was quite insistent that he go faster and dump his seed inside of the fertile female beneath him, even if she was currently pregnant. The influence of her Lust Magic made such desires all the stronger even when they weren't logical, all the more enticing as Treowe thrusts in and out of her ever so slowly. Because at the end of the day, what was the point of all of this if he just went as fast as he could and spent himself inside of the buxom, beautiful MILF of a Succubus?

What was the point, if he couldn't control himself? He was his own master, not his desires, not his libido. Treowe Morton was more than just his cock, and he was proving that, both to Valentina and himself, even as he used said cock to fuck the gorgeous Succubus to his heart's content. In comparison to Zari, Valentina's mastery of Lust Magic was… it was like the difference between a Two Star Restaurant and a Five Star.

Madame Valentina's proficiency with Lust Magic was comparable to sitting down for a private dinner with your lover and being unaware until the very end that the floral scent permeating throughout the entire meal had come from her instead of the bouquet centerpiece in the middle of the table. It was as subtle as it was spectacular. He didn't even know she'd worked her magic on him until after he'd cum, and his body showed no sign of stopping now.

His fingers dig into the couch they're laid out on, even as Valentina's round bubble butt rubs against the bloat of his milk-filled stomach. He'd almost certainly drank too much, but he was too busy reveling in being ball's deep inside of the MILF to care about an upset tummy. He had more important things to worry about right now.

Like for instance, could he maintain the set pace with his libido currently magically enhanced? Could he still perform while tired and gorged on warm, creamy milk that was currently doing it's best to lull him to sleep? Could he resist humping into Valentina like some dog while having mounted her prone form from behind? This was the test, and he knew that the MILF of a succubus beneath him was presiding over it, just as he knew she'd be grading him later.

But more than just passing her test, he wanted to beat her at her own game still. He wanted to make her cum, just this once. Part of him suggested that he should go fast if he wanted that, but he knew better. Valentina was a Succubus. She was a full-grown succubus, with all the power and experience that came with that. She was used to being fucked hard by men, used to being gangbanged and plowed silly by mortals who thought she was nothing, who thought they could treat her like their own personal slut pig, only to find out too late that they were the pigs to the slaughter instead.

To woo a full-grown succubus, one had to focus on the mental as much as the physical, and even the spiritual as well to an extent. Zari, he might have used for relief, for fun, for pleasure and practice, and even to alleviate boredom… her mother, however, was more. She was the final exam to prove his worth. To make sure that he could control himself and the marriage he would one day have, both in and out of the bedroom.

His father was never supposed to become Lord of House Morton, even before most of his family had been lost to the war, and certainly not even after the war had ended. However, the best laid plans of mice and men and all that, and with tragedy striking, Treowe's father was Lord Morton, whether the man liked it or not. In turn, Madame Valentina had become the power behind his father's throne, the Succubus Liaison between the Lord Morton and the succubi who lived on Morton Lands.

She would not give up the position easily, and that had translated into refusing to lose to any woman who would attempt to take control of the family via it's heir's cock. Basically, she had spent years training Treowe to resist her predations, simply so that he could resist any others who tried it, anyone else who thought they could get to him through his dick and through sex.

It was- a slap to Treowe's ass jolts him forward and out of his thoughts as Valentina's spade tail comes around, waving in front of him. It was a nonverbal reminder that stopping or going too slow was just as bad as going too fast. She would and could buck him off in a heartbeat and leave him with a magically induced hardon and no relief in sight.

Right, it was time to get serious. Reddened face resolving with determination, Treowe focuses solely on the task at hand, not allowing himself to get lost in his own thoughts again, as he so often tended to do. He had one goal and one goal only… and though she was trying to avoid showing it, he could tell he was getting closer to it.

On top of that, cumming as he had once before had allowed his own release to take a little while longer. This was good, because Treowe wasn't going to lose, not this time. Even if it wouldn't be much of a victory, even if it was one win against a hundred comparable losses, Treowe wanted it. He wanted it more badly than he'd ever wanted anything in his whole life.

So, he works for it as he's been taught, by his father and mother, by his older sisters, by Madame Valentina herself. He works for what he wants, putting in the time and effort, doing what he can here and there to tease and play with the beautiful MILF of a Succubus before him. And it pays off. He holds back his own release, until eventually he feels it.

It's not a sudden thing, but a slow thing. It has to be coaxed out of her, bit by bit, inch by inch. When it finally is, it's a low moan, rather than some cry of ecstasy. But Treowe feels it, and he knows at this point what a woman's orgasm feels like, he knows what a succubus' orgasm feels like. Valentina's inner walls flex and squeeze and milk at his cock in a way that Treowe knows is not conscious. Her spasms, her seizing… it's too sporadic to be on purpose. Her cunt muscles flex around his cock as she climaxes under his ministrations, and in the end, her release milks him of his own.

His seed fills Valentina's cunt, for all that she can't be bred when she's already pregnant. Treowe groans as he fills her with his ejaculate, luxuriating in having made her cum. Slowly, he pulls out of the beautiful, gorgeous MILF of a Succubus, watching as she levers herself up. She's not tired or exhausted or anything like that after just one orgasm, but she does have a pleased look on her face, and a bit of respect in her eyes that wasn't there before as she regards Treowe with adoration which had in turn ALWAYS been there before.

"My young lord… I'm impressed with you."

Treowe feels his chest puffing up in pride at that, but his pride turns to confusion when Valentina suddenly steps away from him, moving over to a corner, only to reveal a bound and gagged Zari under an Invisibility Cloak in the corner. He blinks and stares a little, surprised but at the same time not. Zari had clearly been there the entire time, forced to watch and tied up in a way that her fingers could only just brush against her needy, soaked slit from the look of things.

Moving back to her couch, Valentina just smirks at the two young ones, glancing back and forth between them before her gaze ultimately settles firmly on Zari.

"Perhaps now, daughter of mine, you have learned a little something about how to greet your master properly when he comes home from a long trip."

And then the Madame snaps her fingers, and a House Elf appears, popping both her and her couch away in the blink of an eye and leaving Treowe and Zari all alone in his bedroom. Treowe can't help it… he laughs, chuckling as Zari whines and whimpers and squirms, growing redder in embarrassment by the second. He considers letting her go for a moment… but it really has been a long day, and he needs his rest. Shaking his head at the young succubus, he gives her a mischievous wink… and then flops down onto his bed.

He's asleep within seconds.

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