"But- but I thought you wanted semen," Harry frowned.
"I do," she shrugged, this time extending and flexing her wings backward as she resumed speaking, "But I like sex. Sex with girls, boys- to be honest, animals. Whatever. To a succubus, it's all the same. Pleasure is pleasure. So I'll give you some experience and some training 'on the house' so to speak by virtue of just being around and in your service. But, if you want a side benefit, I'll go beyond just training you to be an amazing lover. I'll help you score the girls, too. Or boys, if you want to try that out."
Harry shuddered.
"No boys, then. That's alright. Threesomes with two guys out? Just want to find out in advance. I'm assuming two or more females is fine for you."
That question Harry had no idea how to answer. He'd never even considered it.
Wouldn't that put his genitalia within ten feet of another boys', naked and without even a shower barrier or clothing between them?
Then again...
"Well, something to think about later, then," she shrugged once more. "Now, Master, one more time... tell me if I messed up. If I didn't, to seal the deal, you have to kiss me, right on the lips. With tongue. That's how we sign contracts, though it won't be finalized until we consummate - have sex."
Harry nodded, gesturing with his still empty left hand for her to continue.
Part of him didn't know why he bothered using his still-bloody right hand to cup his scrotum... it seemed kind of pointless, since his length extended well above his wrist.
"I, the Contractee, agree to serve you, the Contractor, in any way you so desire, explicitly stated or implied or anywhere in between, with an emphasis on educational and sexual methods, the former with a further emphasis on survival and the latter on enjoying said survival, up to and including risk of planar habitation or even death, until such time as the wizard known to the Contractor as-"
She paused.
Harry blinked, "Er, V- Voldemort."
"Voldemort," (Harry was quite pleased to see that she hadn't hesitated at all in saying the name) "is deceased and utterly unable to further harm the Contractor. In recompense, I, the Contractee, shall obtain from the Contractor at minimum, one full biologically produced dose of semen from his own body weekly, and more at my request up to a maximum of one per day for my own personal use plus any semen from the Contractor that I personally extract, as well as the Contractor's permission to harvest semen from all suitable males within two miles of his current location as I see fit, should the Contractor have no other duties for me to fulfill at that time. Said harvesting shall be for the purpose of returning to the Contractee's home plane for use there in the building up of said plane and its inhabitants. Should payment not be made by the Contractor within any given week for the duration of the Contract, the Contractee shall have the right, authority, and power granted by the Contractor to declare the Contract null and void, and, in lieu of further payment, take the Contractor's body to the Contractee's home plane for disposal as the Contractee sees fit, i.e. Final Harvesting."
The girl took a deep breath, then looked up at Harry with wide, almost innocent-seeming eyes, "Did I miss anything?"
He inhaled, then shook his head, "No, I think that's it."
"Alright, then, my kiss, Master?"
Slowly, Harry, pulse pounding in his head for some reason, possibly the nubile, nude demoness before him, or the weight of the magicaly binding contract he was about to agree to, or destiny, or sheer horniness, or some combination of those, leaned forward and down.
She tilted her head slightly, licked her lips as he approached, then closed her eyes quietly.
He approached further.
Then, a mere centimeter from her lips, his nose already past the tip of hers, he stopped. "I don't even know your name," he whispered.
"I don't know yours either, Master. True names are special to us. Kiss me."
He gulped.
She was a child...
Or an adult.
A demon.
Not human, for sure. He was about to have a kiss with a non-human.
His first, final, disastrous date with Cho Chang notwithstanding, this could be considered his first kiss.
No, wait, before Yule.
Harry shuddered, but not with memories of just a few short months prior.
No...
It was power. Power, and lust.
Suddenly, his body froze, and for a moment, he grew terrified.
An exceedingly gentle touch occured on each of his closed eyelids. "Open your eyes, Master," the creature whispered, from just before his face, still.
He did, but found quickly that he was still frozen otherwise.
"Don't worry, Master," she looked up at him from less than an inch away, "The Contract is sealed. I'm on your side, I cannot harm you. I just... want to enjoy this, too." Before he could do anything more than blink, the same feather-light touch of a single fingertip touched the base of his cock, then the wrist of his right hand.
"Now, lesson number one," she whispered, eyes still locked on his, "It's against the law for us to take the virginity of a human, and from that kiss I knew you were. So I'll do something else, for now, and then we'll go find you a human to fuck. Then we can do whatever, whenever. Okay, Master?"
He tried to nod, shake his head, anything.
After a moment of motionless Harry, she smiled, "Oops. Blink once for yes, twice for now."
He blinked.
"Good, I'm glad to have an agreeable Master. Now... Lesson number two. Sometimes, a slow, gentle thing humans usually call making love is in order. Sometimes, it's an animalistic rut most call fucking. This time, this first time, it'll be more like the second. We can educate you on the rest after you've had a few proverbial cherries popped, alright, Master?"