Bela Dimitrescu

Irritation was not nearly strong enough to describe what Bela Dimitrescu was feeling at the moment. As the eldest daughter of Countess Dimitrescu, Bela was always careful to keep a level head. She wasn't unstable like Daniela, nor overtly sadistic like Cassandra. Oh, she enjoyed the taste of human blood as much as the others, but she was above simply living by her baser impulses. Indeed, Bela had a strong head on her shoulders, and it was usually her that their mother looked to, to keep the other two in line.

Which is why it was damn near infuriating that she couldn't locate either of her sisters. Something was rotten in Castle Dimitrescu. Either her sisters were being VERY naughty indeed by this point… or their guest was the one who was being naughty. The Wizard Lord, as their mother had called him, hadn't seemed like much. Oh sure, his blood smelled heavenly, and even now part of Bella smarted at not being allowed just one nibble.

But at the same time, she didn't really understand the danger. Her mother had seemed certain that if they made the wrong move, then he was likely to turn his 'wand' or something upon them and kill them. But that couldn't be true, right? Surely the Countess was merely… overexaggerating, yes? More likely, she simply wished for the Wizard Lord to stay intact until he'd finished his work for her, and so she'd made him seem like this larger than life threat.

Bela had been able to read between the lines. Their mother's warning was clearly designed to keep Daniela and Cassandra at bay. Unfortunately, it seemed like that had failed. Daniela had been the first to disobey by staying behind while Bela and Cassandra had gone down to the village. Perhaps Bela had erred in letting that occur. Perhaps she should never have left her younger sister to her own devices. Especially not with a nubile man with heavenly smelling blood in the Castle.

But she'd been feeling a little mulish over her mother's decree, and ultimately… well, she was supposed to be her sister's keeper, she knew that. Just as she also knew that in this instance, she had willfully chosen to fail. Bela had fully recognized that there would likely be a punishment for her and Cassandra, based on Daniela's actions.

Now though, now she worried that things were far worse than she ever could have imagined.

"Daniela?! Cassandra! The two of you will come out, right this INSTANT!"

As she roams the Castle with a more and more frantic energy, Bela is forced to admit… she has no clue where her sisters have gone, nor where her mother's guest could be. They are, all three of them, seemingly in the wind. This was bad, because not only would her mother arrive home eventually, but she would also have only Bela to blame, only Bela to take her anger out on.

… Bela loved her mother with all her heart. Truly she did. And she knew her mother loved her in turn. But that did not mean Countess Dimitrescu was not capable of great wrath, and Bela did not expect to enjoy the punishment she would be in for if she did not locate her sisters or the Wizard Lord before her mother's return.

Time was running out, and yet, no matter how many circles she ran through the Castle, Bela could catch no whiff of their scents. She could see no trace of their coming or going. Even Cassandra had seemingly disappeared off the face of the Earth.

… It was possible that they'd left the Castle altogether, and Bela, who had initially been loathe to do so, was now growing increasingly tempted to leave as well and begin searching the surrounding area. If nothing else, she would not be home when her mother got home, she supposed. But then, that could be both better and worse for her, if she still ended up having to return to the Castle empty handed later on.

Still, it was probably her best option, and she-

Bela twitches, as noises that are not her own and that do not come from the natural age of a castle as old as Castle Dimitrescu, reach her ears. Her enhanced hearing picks up the sounds of shoes against the stone of a nearby hallway, as well as… crawling? At the same time, her nostrils flare as she picks up all THREE of the wayward scents after so long.

It's maddening, because they definitely weren't there before. One moment, she was the only being in the entire Castle. The next, she can smell and hear both the Wizard Lord AND her two wayward sisters just a hundred or so feet away. Whipping around, the blonde Dimitrescu vampire all but sprints down the hall, making her way towards the noises as fast as she possibly can.

She can only hope her sisters have not done too much damage to the Wizard Lord. So long as he's alive, she's SURE that they can explain all of this to mother. And hey, maybe she can sneak a little nibble, and swear her younger sisters to secrecy as price for her support with mother. Yes, that sounded quite lovely indeed.

With a broad smile on her face, the sort that only an older sister would have when she KNEW her younger siblings had gotten up to no good, Bela rounds the corner. She has it all planned out, the words on her lips to admonish and tease her sisters for their actions all primed and ready to go.

… Needless to say, they never arrive once she lays eyes on the sight of the Wizard Lord, Daniela, and Cassandra. Bela finds herself shocked into silence, as three sets of eyes all look to her. The Wizard Lord's emerald green eyes seem to dance with amusement. Daniela's gaze is as mad as ever. And Cassandra… Cassandra looks broken, her eye contact lasting only a second before she averts her gaze.

And that's to say nothing to the STATE of her sisters, either. Bela had thought, briefly, that it would be the Wizard Lord on his hands and knees, crawling about. Certainly, that sort of humiliation was something they'd put their food through more than once. Cassandra more than anything, loved to play with her meals till the very end. Bela didn't indulge in such sadism usually, but she could hardly deny her sister her fun.

But no. The Wizard Lord stands tall and unharmed, clad in the same garb that he'd wore while meeting their mother. It's Daniela and Cassandra who are on their hands and knees, stripped naked and… and each humiliated in their own way. For Daniela, she's wearing a collar around her neck, a leash connected to it held in one of the Wizard Lord's hands. On top of that, she has a massive ball-gag stretching her jaw, her teeth sunk into it as she drools all over the place.

For Cassandra, it's even worse. She too has a collar and leash that the Wizard Lord is holding in his other hand, but rather than a ball gag, the sadistic middle child of the Dimitrescu Sisters has a pair of nose hooks pulling up her nostrils like a pig, which are in turn connected by an iron rod stretching down her back with a large hook on the end of it that's lodged in her ass.

The nose hooks, rod, and anal hook all force her to trot and squeal like a hog with every step that the Wizard Lord takes.

Of course, all three of them come to a stop when Bela appears before them, taking this all in and growing more incensed by the second. She's usually the quiet one, though that does not mean she's not a strong-headed individual. But right now… right now, Bela is enraged at what she sees of her sisters. At the same time however, her mother's warning echoes through her head.

Straightening up to her full height, Bela does NOT immediately attack. That's probably what the Wizard Lord wants, after all. Instead, she narrows her eyes at him, clasping her hands in front of her.

"And what is the meaning of this? Is this any way for a guest to act in the home of his host? My mother will NOT be pleased with you when she returns."

The Wizard Lord raises an eyebrow and smiles but doesn't reply. Bela bristles at that, growling low.

"Well?! Explain yourself!"

Tilting his head to the side, those emerald eyes of his almost seeming to be glowing, the Wizard Lord hums.

"I was merely defending myself. Your sisters broke guest right first when they came after me. Now, they are my pets. I claim them by Rite of Conquest."

Bela's eyes widen as a strange sensation passes through the air. He… he CLAIMED them? How dare he?! How DARE he!

"You overstep your bounds! My sisters are not for YOU to claim!"

At this point, Bela sees no other option. Her mother's warning is fresh in her head… but she can't let this continue on. Daniela and Cassandra will not spend another moment in this human's care. Bela will not allow it. With a hissing snarl, the eldest Dimitrescu daughter lunges forward, fully intending to take Harry Potter down, once and for all, and succeed where her sisters had clearly failed.

-x-X-x-

As Bela Dimitrescu lunges forward, swooping in for the attack, Harry… does nothing to stop her. He doesn't drop the leashes in either of his hands, he doesn't go for his wand, and he doesn't engage any wandless or silent magic to smack her down. Rather, he doesn't have to… because he already did.

Arriving directly in front of him, mouth open and fangs bared, Bela Dimitrescu looks very, VERY frightening for a moment… before ultimately, the blonde vampire drops down to her knees in front of him and begins working open his pants. With her enhanced physicality, she makes short work of his garments, easily extracting his cock from its confines. Her hands work up and down his shaft rather roughly, but it's nothing someone like Harry can't handle.

Curious, Harry waits until she looks up at him with a smirk on her face and triumph dancing in her eyes.

"What are you doing?"

He's briefly ready for his question to cause her to stop and reassess the situation, but it doesn't. Rather, Bela Dimitrescu's smirk only grows, and she rolls her eyes at him as she scoffs pointedly.

"I do so hate stupid men. What does it look like I'm doing, you stupid manthing? I am going to conquer you in the same way you conquered my sisters. When I am done with you, YOU will be MY pet."

Harry hums, nodding as if this makes perfect sense. And to be fair, to Bela Dimitrescu, it DOES make perfect sense. As she slowly but surely jerks his cock to full hardness, his massive bitch breaker soon staring her right in the face, Harry can't help but grin a little triumphant grin of his own.

He had considered for some small amount of time exactly how he would go about handling Bela Dimitrescu. Just confronting her head on, as she THOUGHT he had, would have been much too boring. As it was, Harry had her at his complete mercy. Thanks to his magic, she didn't even know where he and her sisters were. She quite literally couldn't perceive them.

… It made for the perfect set-up, in the end. Harry had gone ahead and approached Bela Dimitrescu while she frantically hunted for him and her sisters all throughout the castle. He had used Legilimency to invade her mind and had… done some minor alterations. She was an interesting creature. They all were. There was something very… engineered about the three vampire sisters. It made it all too easy for him to delve into their minds, truth be told. Almost as though they were made to be… manipulated and changed on a whim.

Either way, turning Bela into this was easy enough. He could have honestly made her fall madly in love with him without her ever even knowing he was there, but where was the fun in that? No, rather, making her think that the only way she could attack him was via sexual acts like this… that was FAR more amusing.

Of course, Bela's actions are beginning to slow down, as she finds herself staring, cross-eyed, down the barrel of his incredibly large member. Harry's grin widens as the blonde vampire looks at his cock like it's the most challenging thing she's ever faced. Her lips part, her tongue tracing out along them, and she does a little nervous swallow that he finds absolutely adorable. Here she is, an Apex Predator, a vampire… and she's afraid of a little man-meat.

"Is there a problem, Bela Dimitrescu?"

Her full name jerks her out of her moment of reverie, and her eyes dart up to meet his again as she scowls at him and narrows them angrily.

"Hmph. Annoying, aren't you? Don't be absurd. There's no problem. I'll soon have you squealing like a pig, you impertinent man."

Harry can't help himself. Jerking on Cassandra's leash, he draws a very real squeal from the sadistic vampire turned pig slut, the hooks in her nose making her snort and whine like a swine, drawing Bela's eye.

"I'm afraid the only pig here is your sister, my lady."

Bela stares at Cassandra for a moment nonplussed, before shaking herself out of it and glaring at him once more.

"You will find that I am nothing like my sister. Still, if you are not yet ready to give up… then no matter. A healthy man's semen… mm, I will enjoy extracting it from you directly."

Yes, that was the other thing Harry had done. Changing Bela's fascination with blood for cum, at least where he was concerned. The eldest Dimitrescu daughter quite literally could not fathom trying to drink his blood. Not because she feared him, nor because she loved him… at least not yet. No, simply because the only bodily fluid she THOUGHT she craved from him, was his seed.

Harry grins all the more wickedly, as Bela follows her last statement up by finally opening wide and putting his cock in her mouth. Inch after inch of his bitch breaker disappears into her toothy maw. Normally, this would be cause for concern. She WAS a vampire after all. But she won't bite. She's too convinced that her road to success involves turning him into putty in her hands, making him cum and breaking him mentally with amazing sex… and nothing else.

"Gluuuuughk! Hulghk! Gagkh!"

As she descends down his cock, Bela Dimitrescu has to take multiple breaks, and even pull back at certain points before diving back down. His length stretches her jaw further and further, her lips suctioned down along his shaft. Her neck soon bulges as his cock pushes down the back of her throat, forcing her to tilt her head back. Her nostrils flare and she gurgles as she stares up at him, triumph filling her eyes like it's some big victory over him, for her to be able to take him all the way to the base.

As her lips touch the base of his cock, Harry finally reaches out, brushing her hood back off of her head, revealing her blonde locks in their entirety. Grinning as she gurgles up at him angrily, he just shrugs.

"If I'm supposed to be impressed… know that I'm not."

Bela's eyes flash with challenge, and a moment later she's going as hard as she possibly can.

"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"

Spit, saliva, and drool fly all over the place as the enthusiastic vampire tries desperately to deep throat him into submission. A hilarious proposition when SHE'S the one on her knees, and she can't even fathom actually harming him thanks to his time in her mind. Still, he's greatly enjoying himself… even as he's also enjoying acting like he's not enjoying himself.

"Surely you can do better than that."

"GLUGHK! GLUGHK! GLUGHK!"

"I was expecting more from the eldest, but I suppose you're not much better than your sisters, are you?"

"HULGHK! HULGHK! HULGHK!"

"Hmph, you're never going to make me cum like that."

The more he taunts her, the more frantic Bela gets. Her eyes are half-rolling up in her head, and there's long strands of saliva now connecting her lips and chin to different parts of his cock. She positively RAMS herself down his dick again and again, bouncing her head back and forth for him. Truth be told, Harry himself couldn't do any better… but he's not going to tell HER that.

Grinning wickedly, the wizard finally drops the leashes in his hands… and palms Bela Dimitrescu's skull, his fingers splaying out and spreading through her blonde locks as she goes still at the sudden contact. Neither Daniela nor Cassandra try to break away or even move an inch, of course. The two previously broken vampires remain where they are, watching their older sister as she in turn gets broken upon his cock… even if she doesn't know it yet.

"Let me help you."

Bela's eyes only have a chance to widen for a moment before Harry is none-too-gently skull fucking the last of the Dimitrescu sisters. He grunts as she gags and chokes and gurgles on his dick, more and more saliva and slobber and drool flowing down to coat her chest, to cover the bosom of her black dress. Her breasts bounce and shake within the confines of said dress as he slams her into his crotch again and again.

He truly isn't doing any worse to her than she was already doing to herself, but the thing is… Harry is in complete control. Of this encounter, and of his own body. HE chooses when he cums… and only now, as he's taken control and is holding her by her hair, does Harry allow himself to blow his load right down the back of Bela Dimitrescu's throat. His seed flows down the blonde vampire's esophagus and into her gullet, filling her stomach directly until eventually it rebels against her and his cum explodes out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth.

Harry leaves her quite the mess by the time he's done with her, coating not just the inside of her throat, but also her face in his jizz. When he at long last pulls out, Bela is in a daze… though the fight hasn't gone out of her QUITE yet.

"G-Give… give… give up y-yet?"

She sways back and forth, cum-drunk on his seed as her eyes refuse to focus for a few moments. Harry watches her, amused, letting her have a chance to recover. It takes a few heartbeats, but slowly she comes back to herself. Her vision clears and she stops her swaying with a visibly concentrated force of will, gasping and panting as she goes still the moment she looks to his crotch… where his still-hard cock is staring her directly in the eye, almost mockingly.

"You…"

"Give up? I hope you're not already flagging, Bela. Because I assure you… I can do this all day."

Bristling, the blonde vampire snarls up at him.

"Quit your games! I shall conquer you right here, and right now!"

In a moment, she's on top of him, utilizing her vampiric speed to push him to the ground. Harry would be in a lot of trouble, if she were capable of actually hurting him. Rather, he would be quite the fool to let a vampire get that close to him without any sort of precautions, or even his wand in hand. As it is though, he's taken plenty of precautions.

Bela makes no move to tear out his throat. No, instead she reaches down… and tears off her own dress. Ripping it away from herself, she revealed her nubile young body in all of its naked glory, leaving only her macabre necklace to adorn her pale flesh as the blonde crouches over him. With her other hand, she reaches down between her legs and grabs his cock, holding his throbbing slab of man-meat ready as she gives him a grin.

"Aren't you tired? Let me help you rest, manthing."

Harry just looks back at her in amusement as she projects her own fears onto him. That, of course, only makes her more incensed. It's funny, because from what he understood, Bela is supposed to be the level-headed once. Instead, she's letting her emotions get the better of her. That's all her, too. He just did some minor tweaks here and there. Any emotional reaction, any over the top and reckless behavior… well, that's all her.

His cockhead comes into contact with the elder Dimitrescu's pussy lips, and she gasps as she begins to pierce herself with his member. Impaling herself upon his cock is no easy task, however. If anything, Bela Dimitrescu is the tightest of the three sisters, to Harry's minor surprise and major amusement. Despite being the eldest… is it possible that Bela is the one to least indulge in carnal pleasures when having her meals?

She wiggles this way and that, her messy face scrunching up in consternation as she tries to work herself down his member. She's not having a good time of it however, her pussy wet but also incredibly tight and all but closed to him. And yet, she cannot allow herself to stop, because she fully believes that the ONLY way for her to 'win' and 'conquer' him as he conquered her sisters, is by fucking him into submission.

"Having trouble, Bela?"

Her eyes flash to his amused face and she hisses as she glares daggers at him.

"D-Don't… don't be ridiculous! I feel no pain! I cannot be beaten, certainly not in an arena such as t-this!"

Raising a brow, Harry hums and reaches up, grabbing Bela by her waist and digging his digits into her flesh.

"You sure about that?"

Freezing, the eldest Dimitrescu snarls.

"Move your hands you-!"

But Harry doesn't listen, of course. Nor does he wait to let her finish what she's saying. With a bit of magically enhanced strength, he pulls with all his might… and yanks Bela Dimitrescu right down onto his cock, splitting her open upon his dick and forcing her incredibly tight cunt to spread around his massive bitch breaking member. The vampire's eyes go wide, and she chokes on her own spit, cut off mid-sentence as his cock bulges out of her pale, slim abdomen visibly.

"Sorry. Thought you could use some help."

Gasping, panting, barely able to move let alone speak, Bela nevertheless forces the words out through gritted teeth.

"You… you bastard manthing. I'll kill you for this. As soon as I've conquered you, as soon as I've made you my pet and can do whatever I want with you, I'll slice your throat and stuff it with worms!"

A disturbing threat, to say the least. It would probably mean something more if Bela was capable of realizing that she could already do that right this moment. She was the one on top of him, after all. She could, in a heartbeat, rip out his throat. She could feast upon his flesh and blood any time. That she didn't… well, it only went to show just how badly the deck was stacked against her. She couldn't win here. She just didn't realize it yet.

"Well then… conquer me, Bela Dimitrescu."

Howling in anger at his taunting, mocking tone and the full use of her name yet again, Bela tries her best. Truly, she does. She's in no way ready to move just yet, but she does so anyways. She probably could have used another minute or two to adjust to his size, but instead his provocation pushes her right over the edge and she begins doing her level best to ride him.

Its slow going, at first. Her incredibly tight cunt clenches down around his cock and clings to his massive member even as she tries to pull herself up it just to ram herself back down. He maintains his hold on her hips despite her protests, but for now allows her to do the lion's share of the work. However, the more she fucks him… the more it fucks with her.

Her eyes flicker, and a reluctant moan of pleasure leaves her lips before she catches herself and colors in embarrassment. Still, she keeps going. Her pussy gushes along his length and grips down harshly around his member in what might be a million micro-orgasms. Still, she keeps going. Her hands don't really seem to know what to do, but they eventually settle for shredding his clothing off of him, while pointedly never managing to actually scratch his skin. Still, she keeps going.

Harry watches in amusement as Bela fucks herself faster and harder by the moment upon his member. He watches as she gasps and shudders and moans, until eventually, she bucks and her entire body spasms its way through a visible orgasm. That there is the start of the end for the eldest Dimitrescu sister. Her moans grow less reluctant and more wanton by the moment, and her eyes… her eyes fill with a cloudy, pleasured has as she looks down at him.

Looking back up at her, Harry grins in amusement, and begins to finally participate. His cock spears up into her from below with an upward thrust, startling her out of a misplaced sense of complacency. She gasps again, but it's not nearly as angry this time around. No, her gasp sounds pleasured, and is followed by a throaty, wanton moan as she quivers atop him.

Leaning forward, Bela licks her lips, staring down into his eyes as she bounces upon his cock, now pistoning up into her from below. As Harry gives as good as he gets, the blonde vampire moans before beginning to speak.

"Nngh… s-such a handsome face. Would… would be a shame to kill you. I've, mm, c-changed my mind. I will keep you as my p-pet after all. And if you're a g-good boy and submit to m-me and me alone… I'll even let you keep my sisters as y-your pets as well."

Amusing to say the least. Just a few orgasms on his cock, and she was already falling in love. But then, that was how he'd reprogrammed her, so Harry isn't all that surprised. Suddenly pushing up off the ground, the wizard comes up into a seated position, surprising Bela for a moment before she eagerly wraps her legs around his waist. As she bounces and rides him in the lotus position, Harry runs his hands up and down her naked back and chuckles.

"I'm not sure you can handle me, Bela. You certainly haven't proven you can just yet. In fact… I'd go so far as to say you've proven quite the opposite."

Bela's eyes widen, and a flicker of rage returns to them despite the feelings she's suddenly developed for him.

"You-!"

But Harry doesn't let her finish her sentence. Rather, he pushes off the ground even further, and suddenly takes Bela to her back. As he gets to his feet, he holds the blonde vampire by her ankles and lifts her legs into the air. As she scrambles ineffectually at him, on account of quite literally being unable to fathom harming him, Harry is able to manhandle her as he pleases, in spite of her inhuman strength and speed.

She would have been able to break free in a little bit, given the chance… but Harry doesn't give her that chance. Rather, he lifts her legs into the air, forcing all of her weight onto her neck and shoulders, spreads her limbs apart into a wide V… and slams his cock down into Bela's ass without any warning or a single ounce of mercy.

The only true silver lining for dear Bela Dimitrescu is that one, she's a vampire and thus has a lot more durability than your average human woman. And two, his cock is well-lubricated, both from her skull fucking and from her sopping wet cunny.

Still, even with those two silver linings, Bela squeals like a stuck pig as Harry's cock spits her open, his dick forcing its way into her ass.

"W-What?1 N-No! This can't be!"

Chuckling, emerald eyes dancing with mirth and amusement, Harry shakes his head.

"That's right, Bela! It's one thing if you make me cum with your cunt… but what does it mean to take a load of seed up your ass, you slutty vampire harlot?!"

"Nooo! It means you'll own me if you cum in my ass! Noooo!"

Harry laughs at Bela's ridiculous words, planted in her head by none other than himself. He laughs and continues to piledrive Bela into the stone floor beneath her, holding her in place and fucking her ass with all his might to keep her off-balance. Of course, even with that, she's rather strong… and with a lifetime of servitude staring her in the face, even if she WAS starting to fall for him, Bela begins to fight much harder.

Luckily, Harry is prepared for that. A sharp whistle sends Cassandra crawling over. Despite the nose hooks, the iron bar, and the anal hook buried in her ass, the brunette vampire manages to crawl around and lean over Bela's face.

"Wha- Cassandra! What are you-mmph!"

Their tongues meet, as Cassandra snorts and groans through the hooks yanking back her nostrils, beginning to distract Bela properly by making out with her older sister and licking the mess from the skull fucking earlier right off Bela's face. Harry just grins at the sight, nodding his approval as he continues to drive down into Bela's tight asshole from above.

Well, it WAS tight. Not any longer. No, rather, Bela Dimitrescu's asshole is becoming more and more stretched out and agape upon his massive cock by the second. He drives down into her as she squeals around her sister's mouth and tongue, trying not to fall prey to the same humiliating defeat that Cassandra did. Oh how she's fighting, oh how she's struggling… all of it in vain.

After all, Harry had won ages ago. He'd won back before Bela even knew there was a competition to be had. Stacking the deck in his favor, Harry had made Bela Dimitrescu into the perfect cum dump for his cock without her even realizing it. Now? Now it was much too late for her to turn things around, and as soon as he came in her ass, her 'defeat' at his hands would be complete. Indeed, as soon as he creampied her bowels, Bela Dimitrescu would break, just as her sisters before her.

Ah, but there was something missing. The humiliation wasn't as complete in its totality as he would have preferred. Heh, luckily, Harry knew just how to handle that. With a wicked grin, he reaches down and grabs Cassandra by her brunette locks, yanking her upwards. She squeals like the pig he's turned her into as the sudden movement jerks the nose hooks in her nostrils and the large hook lodged in her ass.

But in the end, he's able to position her as he wants her. Namely, he shoves her face first into Bela's unoccupied, gushing wet cunt, while at the same time dropping Cassandra's own pussy, still filled with one of his loads from earlier, right atop Bela's face. A gurgling muffled moan can be heard from under the brunette vampire's pussy mound, but that's all the noise Bela can muster as a panting, mewling Cassandra wiggles into place, happily sitting on her older sister's face and leaning in to really begin eating her out.

There it is. Bela's ass tightens up even further as Cassandra's tongue goes to town on her cunt, and Harry's cock feels the squeeze as he groans in pleasure. He continues to drive his entire length down into Bela's back door, pounding her into the floor even now, but ultimately… this is the final humiliation. This is what complete and utter degradation and objectification looks like.

After a few more minutes, Harry slams home into Bela's ass one last time and begins to cum. He feels how it effects the blonde vampire. Until now, she's still been struggling, albeit ineffectually. Not only could she not hurt him, she also wasn't strong enough to fight off Cassandra. As such, once the other vampire was sitting on Bela's face, she was well and truly trapped in place.

But she'd still been trying to get away, all the same. Just not very effectively. Now though, as he cums in her ass, Bela goes still… and then begins to spasm and seize, experiencing the most explosive orgasm she's probably ever experienced as she breaks right then and there. The trigger in her mind will ensure that from this point on, she is his devoted slave, obsessed with his cock, believing herself completely and utterly conquered by his massive bitch breaker.

She's fallen just like her sisters now, and as Harry pulls out of her ass and dips his cock into Cassandra's mouth to begin cleaning it off using her lips and tongue, he grins wickedly. Three lovely vampire daughters down… and one pale, voluptuous Countess to go.

-x-X-x-

The first sign that Alcina Dimitrescu gets that something is wrong, are the moans truth be told. Immediately after returning to her Castle, the Countess picks up moaning with her enhanced hearing, before even stepping in through the front doors.

When she actually DOES step into the Castle Foyer, its to quite the startling… and enraging sight. Her daughters, all three of them… are alive. That's the best she can say for them, because it's quite obvious that the trio ran afoul of the visiting Lord Potter, who Alcina had very specifically told them all to stay very far away from.

Moaning wantonly and sluttily, Daniela, Cassandra, and even Bela, are all in a triangle formation in the center of the Castle's front hall, laid out on the floor eating each other's cunts of what looks to be (and very much smells like) copious amounts of human seed. Not just human seed… wizard seed. Alcina can practically taste the magic in the air, even as her nose wrinkles.

Not only are they filled with the stuff, but they're also all covered with it as well. Snarling, the Countess Dimitrescu stalks forward.

"Girls. Girls! Get ahold of yourselves, daughters!"

But Daniela, Cassandra, and Bela do not react to her. This has never happened before. They have never, not once, ignored their mother. Alcina is incensed, and she quickly stomps over, grabbing Bela by the hair and yanking her head up off the ground. However, before the Countess can repeat herself, Bela refocuses, giggles drunkenly… and reaches out to HONK Alcina's tits. Alcina quickly releases her daughter, taking a faltering step back, her eyes wide.

"BELA! What is the matter with you?!"

But Bela pays her no mind as she's dropped right back down into the cunt right in front of her and returns to her task of eating out Daniela's pussy as if she never even registered her mother's presence in the first place. Alcina gawks for a long moment at the display, all of her daughters reduced to… to mindless, depraved animals in such a short amount of time.

"… LORD POTTER! I WOULD HAVE WORDS WITH YOU!"

Her voice echoes through the Castle, but as Alcina stretches her senses outward, she detects no trace of the Wizard Lord. Unlike her daughters however, the Countess immediately knows what this means. It's not that he's gone, or at least that's not the most likely answer. No, rather… he's obfuscating his presence from her using magic.

Stiffening up, feeling just a tidbit of fear racing down her spine, the Countess presses her lips tightly together… and with one last look at her daughters, curses under her breath and stalks out of the entrance hallway, deeper into the Castle.

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Harry follows her, of course. He's been watching on all along, soaking in the Countess Dimitrescu's reaction from the shadows as she first came upon her daughters. Now, he trails after her, even as she moves those wide hips and that fat ass of hers through her castle with purpose echoing in her every step. Eventually, she comes upon a sitting room, and with a raised brow, Harry slips inside to see exactly what she's doing.

Of all the things Alcina Dimitrescu could do, she goes up to an old-fashioned telephone of all things. Well, old-fashioned by muggle standards. Downright ancient, in fact. By wizard standards, it's about par for the course.

Quickly picking it up, Alcina dials a number and then waits a moment before she speaks, whoever she's called answering on the other end.

"Mother Miranda, we may have a problem."

Whoever this Mother Miranda is, Harry can't hear her speak. The receiver is old-fashioned and right up against Alcina's ear, so only the Countess hears whatever she's saying.

"That guest I told you about… he's out of control! He's gotten into my daughters' heads! He's making them act in ways they never would under normal circumstances."

There's another pause, and then Harry watches as Alcina's pretty face scrunches up in irritation.

"Mother Miranda, I assure you, they are not 'just being girls'. This is more than that and-!"

The individual on the other end must cut her off, because the Countess falls silent for a long moment, before her shoulders slump.

"… I understand. Yes, I can handle this myself. No, you're right. It is beneath you. One wizard will not stop me. I swear to you, he will not interfere with our plans."

With that, Alcina hangs up. Harry, meanwhile, is left with more questions than answers. He'd come to Castle Dimitrescu for his own reasons, and now he found himself in the midst of some sort of vampire conspiracy, it would seem? Just who was 'Mother Miranda' anyways? And Alcina Dimitrescu was going to handle him, was she?

Well, they would certainly see about that…

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