Upon returning home after the party with our extra guest, the air grew thick, heavy with a humid heat and a shame that was almost tangible. We entered the only room in the house; after Hannah and I "officialized" our relationship, we tore down the wall separating the two small rooms to create one large space dominated by the massive bed where we had sex without rest.
The light was off. Hannah liked it that way whenever she was about to cross a new line of depravity, as if the darkness could dilute the blush on her cheeks.
It was an almost comical start for me. I enjoyed watching Hannah's clumsiness, as she didn't know how to integrate a third person, while the chief's daughter tried to take an initiative for which she had zero experience. As the veteran of the bedroom, I had to take command; I grabbed them both and shoved them hard against the mattress, marking the start of the session.
Moans soon flooded the room. I began to play with both, using every part of my body to claim them; I started slowly, allowing them to adjust, before becoming increasingly savage and erratic.
Soon, the sound of muffled gasps in the dark was the only thing to be heard. Hannah was sitting on my face, my tongue invading her cunt without mercy, while the chief's daughter bounced on my penis with desperate urgency, trying to prove her worth.
Under the mastery of my rhythm, both reached climax at the same time. Hannah arched, letting out a cry of shame at coming so violently in front of a stranger, but she forced herself to swallow her modesty. She knew this wasn't just pleasure; it was necessary training for the uncertain, polygamous future that awaited her by my side.
Without giving them time to recover, I shoved them both onto the sheets, pinning them together in a tangle of limbs and sweat. Then, my true work as a "hole inspector" began.
...
Time had passed. I woke up after another intense night; in truth, I had been on a frantic streak for a week. Between investigating the cult, advancing my personal projects, fucking Hannah... and fucking other girls with her explicit permission.
I sat up in bed, looking toward the kitchen to gaze at her once more. Her back was to me, dressed only in that apron that had become her morning uniform; from my position, I could see her buttocks, still adorned with the marks of my teeth from the night before.
"Good morning," she said without turning, finishing chopping fruit for breakfast.
At that moment, the chief's daughter walked out of the bedroom. She shot us a quick glance and, after a greeting that was more dry than polite, ran out of the house without looking back.
"I think she's upset," I commented with disdain. The looks she had been giving us lately were a far cry from the devotion of the first few times.
"She's furious because she hasn't gotten pregnant yet," Hannah replied, bringing the bowl over and sitting astride my lap. "She's visited other witches to consult them after every time we do it."
"She probably thinks you hexed her. That you let me fuck her but made her sterile," I quipped, squeezing one of her breasts while she began to feed me pieces of fruit.
"Maybe. I can feel her resentment; she's convinced I'm being selfish," she looked toward the door with a grimace. "It's the same with the others; they think I'm the villain of the story for preventing them from having a baby, but I haven't done anything."
I shrugged, downplaying it, but Hannah gave my penis a possessive squeeze while pouting. She didn't like bearing the blame for my actions.
"Don't look at me like that. You know fathering a child of mine isn't easy if I don't actively seek it, and I have zero interest in impregnating strangers." (Red)
"Well, tell them that. I don't want them looking at me like a villainess," she said, feigning anger, though she kept feeding me by hand.
"And how do you want them to look at you?" I asked maliciously, toying with her erect nipple. "It's incredible... a few months ago we had our first threesome and now you're already groping the other girls' tits every now and then. You don't even complain when I force you to give me a blowjob right after I've been inside someone else..." I bit her neck viciously.
"Shut up... pervert... you're the one who drags me into these things," she whispered, blushing, but her body was already responding, moistening against my thighs.
"Oh, really? So you don't like it?" I provoked her. This vacation was turning out to be a feast of lust.
"It's... fun. Every once in a while." (Hannah)
That was our routine: from Monday to Friday we intoxicated ourselves with each other in the solitude of the house, but when the weekend arrived, she gave free rein to her curiosity and allowed us more... diverse experiences.
"I met some girls in the village," Hannah commented as she kissed my skin. "They're very curious about this 'strange red sorcerer' who seduces and corrupts women. Do you want to go after them?" she asked naturally. "Your fame in this place is too great to ignore."
"Would you like that?" (Red)
"Maybe... I don't want you to get bored with me. I know I can be a bit... limited for you," she confessed with a hint of insecurity. She knew perfectly well I was an untiring machine. Since I possessed [Sloth] and [Lust], no one could defeat me in sex. Seeing me defeat gods while she felt like a simple mortal, she feared she wasn't enough.
"Relax. I'm going to fuck them, yes, but never think you're insufficient. You're everything I want right now..." I rubbed my nose against hers. "Even if you 'sell' me to your witch friends in exchange for favors."
"That was only a couple of times!" she shrieked in embarrassment, remembering how she had negotiated my presence in her bed for rare items and benefits in her meetings. "And you liked it too!"
"I was just mentioning it," I teased, lifting her by the waist so she sat down hard on my erection.
"Ahhh..." she let out a moan that broke the air, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Again? Wasn't last night enough?" she protested weakly, though she had already begun to move her hips with vice.
"It's never enough. Besides, we must make the most of it... this is going to end soon." (Red)
"Already?!" she asked, startled, her pleasure mixing with disappointment. "Are we going back already?"
"More or less. I've been investigating the cult and I finally have results. They have it very well set up." (Red)
I stilled my hands on her body, signaling that the conversation was getting serious. Hannah seemed to deflate.
"Are we going to stop now?" she asked disappointed, halting her swaying.
"Do you expect me to give you confidential information while you ride my penis like a harlot?" I mocked.
"Shut up and talk..." she ordered, blushing, resuming the movement on her own until my penis found her sweet spot. "Don't stop."
I shrugged at her contradictory orders and, while she surrendered to her own rhythm on top of me, I began to recount my findings.
"It's an ancient cult. Very powerful, apparently. Few know of its existence, but they were prominent in the era following the fall of the gods. When the divine patrons vanished from the earth, they had a temporary surge, claiming the power vacuum. But for some reason, just when they dominated this area, they vanished without a trace... until now." (Red)
I continued moving my hips, giving Hannah the necessary pleasure so she wouldn't lose the thread, though I saw her eyes roll back for an instant. I knew that in those seconds, her brain disconnected from the world. I waited for her to catch her breath before proceeding.
"This cult has shown itself again. They haunt every nearby village, but no one manages to get information out of them. They have a terrifying mental protection method; it's difficult even for me to read them. The magic protecting them is self-destructive: if you try to force their secrets, their minds fry. They don't want anyone to know what the hell they are plotting." (Red)
"So we know nothing?" she asked, leaning on my shoulder and leaving small wet kisses on my neck. It was her way of resting, recovering strength for the next thrust. My warning about the end of our time alone had made her especially docile and needy.
"Don't doubt your man," I said arrogantly, pushing my penis hard toward her depths. "Though it was difficult, I have my methods. The cultists are everywhere, moving in the shadows to converge on a specific point. I've found ritual circles and traces of heavy, ancient magic. They are preparing something big... and they make anyone who gets too close disappear."
"Have they reached our city?" (Hannah)
"Yes and no. They came, but upon learning we were here, they've kept their distance. They know we're capable of interfering, so they limit themselves to watching us from afar. I've seen the same signs in other cities with powerful mages." (Red)
"And what are we going to do? Will we fight them?" she looked at me with a mix of worry and nostalgia. She didn't fear the battle, but rather the end of our honeymoon bubble.
"I've deduced the location of their central activity. The temple is protected by a barrier that distorts the senses—magic that is almost divine. We could go stealthily, but it would take some time to find the true entrance. Or we could go directly and make a noisy entrance, forcing our way through, but we risk scaring them off and ruining the mission, whatever it is. The third method is to wait; follow them when the ritual is close to starting. I believe there will be an eclipse or some astrological phenomenon that will serve as the trigger. Anyway, there is nothing in this world that can hurt us, so we can choose how to play." (Red)
"Which of those methods allows us to stay together longer?" she asked submissively, making that pleading face she knew disarmed me.
"The third one, I suppose..." I replied, stroking her head with cynical tenderness.
"I don't want it to end... I want our time here. We can have more threesomes... try more things... we can even... try... from behind," she whispered, blushing, offering her last bastion of modesty as a bargaining chip to keep me.
"I love your weak attempts to negotiate with the devil," I laughed and kissed her hungrily. "But it's not something I entirely control. Besides, don't get the idea that this is the end and we'll go back to how it was before all this. You're not escaping me, Hannah. You are my property, now and forever."
I licked her cheek, from the jaw to the temple, marking her as mine.
"Get off me!" She squirmed, but soon kissed me. "Are you sure nothing will change?"
"We'll have to be discreet for a while. I already told you, I don't want Hermione knowing about the harem yet. We'll have our moments in secret; you can ask the other girls for advice on how to handle it... though at Hogwarts, I think only Penelope could teach you properly." (Red)
"And why don't you just tell Hermione directly?" she asked, taking my head to guide it toward her breast. "It would be better for her to know once and for all."
"Do you think she'd accept it?" I asked while I latched onto her nipple.
"Does it matter? Can't you just take her and let her get used to it? Like the Yakuruna..." she looked at me with genuine and somewhat dark curiosity.
"Do you take me for that kind of monster? Someone who takes every woman he desires without caring about anything, obtaining a love that, though real, is forced?" I looked at her, feigning offense, but she didn't back down. "Fine... I recognize how despicable I can be. But that's with random women. With you all... with the girls I actually feel something for... I try not to be a beast. I want to seem a bit more human in your eyes. I want what we have to feel more... real."
Hannah didn't respond immediately. She looked at me in silence, processing my words, and finally nodded.
"Okay... we'll have our secret moments. Until when will we have to hide it?" (Hannah)
"I don't know. A few years? Until we graduate from Hogwarts? Maybe less. It all depends on how the pieces develop on my board." (Red)