Hours later, ensconced underneath his invisibility cloak, Harry crept down the basement stairs. The sconces along the wall remained lifeless, and the room was only scarcely illuminated by the lamps farther in.
Soft mewls reached his ears, decidedly different from the pained whimpers he had elicited from Fia earlier that day, and when his eyes centered on her bound form, he couldn't help but ogle her.
Oblivious to his presence, she straddled the wooden horse with bent knees, rhythmically rocking her hips back and forth. Her swollen lips were parted, and her cheeks below the tear-dampened blindfold were flushed. Her breasts jiggled with her motions, sensual noises escaping her throat.
Licking his lips, he drew closer. The crop was barely swiping at her well-and-truly reddened bottom; despite what he had told her, he couldn't make the charm last very long. Rivulets of her wetness trickled down the sides of the horse and dripped to the floor. The ancient tomes Harry had consulted over the years spoke of the demons' hedonistic tendencies—the legends of succubi had to come from somewhere—but Fiamette's reaction was beyond his wildest expectations.
The little shakes of her hips were becoming faster, her whimpers breathless, her expression betraying her need. He parted his cloak and leaned in, unconsciously inhaling her scent.
"You're one kinky bitch, aren't you?"
She shrieked, actually rising an inch above the torture device before sliding down with a pained moan. Her blindfolded head whirled his way, and he jerked back to prevent her horns from carving another scar onto his forehead.
"Don't mind me," he said amiably. "Feel free to continue."
Her mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. She hung her head, and when he untied the blindfold, squeezed her eyes shut. Her blush extended all the way to the pointy tips of her ears.
"What's it gonna be?" he asked. "I came down here to let you off, but I can leave you be for a couple of hours if you prefer. Just say the word."
She shook her head furiously, making her tangled hair sway.
"Are you sure?" He waited patiently, but aside from a fleeting, teary glance, she didn't acknowledge the question. As disappointed as he was not to hear her beg for mercy, this was a start. "Up you go, then."
He unclasped the manacles and levitated her off the horse. Fia hastened to cover up her engorged, reddened vulva and her chest. He smirked as he set her down on her cot. Her warm skin glistened, her inner thighs especially so. He waved his wand, vanishing sweat and other secretions, then attached the wall chain to her collar. Throughout it all, her eyes avoided meeting his.
"I do apologize for interrupting," he said with a cheek-splitting grin. Her ears twitched, but it didn't look like he was going to get a reply. "As an apology, my elf will come by shortly with some clothes. She even managed to tailor the kind of leather shorts you seem to favor."
No response forthcoming, he turned to leave. It was only after he took several steps that she spoke.
"My tail." Her voice was hoarse.
He pivoted, arching his eyebrows. "What about it?"
"It's glued to my back because of your stupid spell!" She turned sideways and pulled at the appendage. "I can't sleep like this."
"Ah, right... Tell you what, I'll free it if you say the magic word." He grinned expectantly.
"Xyrrhes yshurruth aphr," she deadpanned, then flinched and clutched at her silver collar.
He blinked. "Come again?"
"The primary invocation for hellfire," she ground out, blowing on her fingertips.
He chuckled. "I see. Well played, but you know what I meant."
He tapped his wand on an open palm as Fia worried her lower lip in an obvious inner struggle. She glanced at him before lowering her gaze again and parting her lips.
"Please," she whispered, her cheeks burning.
He suppressed an urge to cackle at seeing her so docile. "Since you asked nicely."
A nonverbal Finite ended the charm, and she breathed a sigh of relief, whipping her tail up and down. On an impulse, Harry came up to pat her head; Fia's eyes widened and she gave him a bewildered look.
"That wasn't so hard, now, was it?" he said.
She growled and swatted his hand away.
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