Depths
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Chap. 40: Depths
Harry pulled his aching, throbbing, cum-slick cock from Daphne’s now well-used bum with a groan of happiness, then patted her thigh. The young woman was nearly incoherent now, responding only with moans, groans, and sighs of passion and pleasure as the others shagged themselves silly around her, too.
As his own tingling, ninth or tenth orgasm wound down, Harry turned his attention to the left, where Pansy lay on the bed with her legs spread, Romilda’s face buried between them, and a familiar purple dildo throbbing and squirming in the younger girl’s pussy, animated by magic alone.
To his right, Lavender kissed Lilith while cupping her small breasts from behind, the Succubus’ petite body twisted up and to the left while their lips and tongues smashed and molded against each other gently, quietly, far from the heights of far-lost passion the blonde had been engaged in half an hour ago.
Tracey alone was still helping him with Daphne’s urgent need for one orgasm after another, which, now that the ritual had been completed in technicality for nearly four hours, was finally starting to wear down. In practice, she still probably had about five more before she was ‘back to her old self’, at least as much as she could be with her already above-average libido kicked into overdrive.
The smallest girl in the room had, after using their favorite strap-on to fulfill her vaginal requirement of her girlfriend’s first-tier Rune ritual, proceeded to worship each of the girls’ pussies one after the other, starting with Lavender, then Lilith, Pansy, and Romilda, before returning to suck Harry off to completion, and then fuck him right after.
Now, she was simply kissing Daphne slowly, gently, one hand caressing up and down the taller blonde’s front, the other her back and arms, murmuring soft words of tired bliss, and, from what he could tell, profound affection and love.
Harry stepped back, out from between Daphne’s legs, where her wrists and ankles were starting to redden in the sex swing despite being supported at her back too, and reached for his wand to open the fastenings of each at once. Tracey stopped her kisses while he levitated the insensate woman she loved over to the bed and lay her sideways near the foot, within reach of Romilda and Pansy, but where she was unlikely to be kicked if they hadn’t noticed her arrival.
Once Daphne was safely deposited on the soft bed, he turned to Tracey, pulled her into an a sweaty hug, then bent a little lower to cup her ass and lift her into the air. He didn’t put her down on his still-hard shaft, yet, though. After drilling Daphne’s bum for the second time, he thought he might need a cleaning before that, and, well… “You look tired,” he murmured as he kissed the small witch, “Do you need to take a break?”
Tracey kissed back gently, and when she pulled away, rested her head on his shoulder, facing Daphne. “I… don’t want to be left behind. I am tired, but…”
“You know we’d never leave you behind,” he told her softly. “But let’s see what Lilith has to say, then, if you aren’t sure?”
She nodded, “Hmm,” but didn’t raise her head.
Harry carried Tracey past Lavender and Lilith, and stopped to kiss both briefly, awkwardly as he was still carrying the smaller one against his chest with her arms around his neck, to sit in the center of the couch. Before he could maneuver the brown-haired young woman off of him, she did it herself, sliding to the side to curl against him, watching the action on the bed and nearer to them.
Lavender and Lilith didn’t make him wait long, though. Less than thirty seconds after Tracey had rolled off of him, the blonde was on her knees between his, cleaning his shaft and balls with her tongue, while Lilith knelt on the couch opposite Tracey and suckled his head, doing the same thing. Harry sighed, his ever-present erection loving the attention, as he reached out to palm Lilith’s pert little ass cheek with the hand not wrapped around the next witch of the hour.
“Lilith, Tracey’s getting a bit tired,” he told her, “would it be better to press on, do you think, and just give her a day or two to recover, or take a break now and do her Runes tonight? I mean, after today, since it’s almost three in the morning.”
Lilith sat up and moved her tiny, pale hand to the head of his cock, swollen and purple with much use but still wanting more, as she examined Tracey. The witch herself looked back almost defiantly, though the effect was ruined as she yawned half-way through.
“Hard to say, Master. My bond with Tracey flows through yours anyway, and since she doesn’t yet have Runes it’s not as strong as it could be. I only have normal empathic powers to judge… but she is fierce and determined, if nothing else. It won’t cause harm either way, delaying until the next night, or letting her sleep it off until tomorrow, I think. It’s best if you or she decides.”
The Succubus started bobbing her head on him a moment later, freeing Harry to look down at the brown-haired girl. “What do you think? I’m honestly ambivalent either way. As much as I’d like the night to continue, this is your show, now. Lavender and Pansy have their first sets, and can go all night if the need to. Romilda is powered differently, but her highest calling is pleasing others, so she is much the same. I’m energetic still, since I’ve rested more than usual the last few days, and my own Runes and Contract Bond are strong and well-established. Daphne will probably need to mostly rest, but in an hour or so she may be up to helping you.”
Tracey considered for a while, long enough to watch Romilda bring Pansy to a shrieking orgasm on the bed, then reach back, pull the squirming dildo out of her body and push it into the Slytherin’s without hesitation, bringing about more moans of pleasure.
“I… I think I would like to get it done,” she replied quietly. “If… I had planned on much the same as Daphne, only her with the dildo in my… rear orifice, and you in the front. I will have Lilith on my mouth.”
“Alright, then,” Harry nodded, then delivered a quick peck to the girl’s forehead, which was still salty with the sweat of her exertions thus far. “Where do you want to do it? The swing?”
Tracey shook her head, then blushed shyly, pointing over her shoulder between them. “I… I think I’d like… the pillory.”
“Oh?” Harry asked, surprised, “Like Pansy? I thought you were more the ‘top’ in the bedroom?”
“I am,” Tracey near-whispered, “but if… what we saw from Daphne holds true, and I have now seen it happen twice, I will… probably need to be restrained strongly. As- As well, I am willing to… try new things. Perhaps I will enjoy being helpless while you have your way with me.”
“Well, who’m I to argue with a beautiful witch like you,” Harry chuckled softly, “That sound alright, Lilith?”
“Mm, hmm,” she murmured around his dick, then popped off and hopped to her feet, “Come on, then, Lavender, help me get our new little plaything into the stocks… on your back alright with you, Tracey? It’ll just be easier to write the Runes on your front. They work a bit better that way too, I think.”
“That is… acceptable,” Tracey nodded quietly, and accepted the Succubus’ hand as her tiny form demonstrated its true strength by hauling both the much taller blonde and slightly smaller brunette to their feet with a hand each, and no discernible effort.
Harry helped them strap the girl in too, surprised by the formation Tracey had requested from the adjustable pieces of the pillory. Her hands were, as was customary, pinned to either side of her head at the wrists in the same closing and locking board that circled her neck, though each of those holes was well padded, and there was a support for her head too, to minimize strain.
Pansy had been bent over forwards, so that her first Runes had been applied along her spine and sides, which seemed to be working well for her even if they were a bit weaker than some of the others’ according to Lilith. But Tracey, on her back, wanted her knees as close to her shoulders as possible with her legs spread.
“Here?” Harry asked, her left leg already against the lower brace and strapped in, almost at the level of her pelvis along her body, but several inches higher and outward.
“No, more,” Tracey said for the third time, and Harry shook his head, grinning, as he ratcheted the locking mechanism up to the highest position.
“Perfect,” she exhaled breathily. Her head turned, and Harry watched her look that way as Pansy and Romilda now suckled on Daphne’s perky, full breasts, with the blonde herself, wide-eyed, sitting up on the edge of the bed and watching her girlfriend be locked into position on one of the more ‘hard-core’ bondage devices in the playroom. “The other side, Harry?”
“Oh, Y- Yeah, sorry,” he chuckled, “Bit distracted. Not sure why, really…”
“Sarcasm, from Master?” Lilith teased, “Oh, no… the world is ending.”
“Har, Har,” he chuckled at her slow drawl, which sent Lavender and the Succubus into a short fit of giggles.
Harry was just turning to the other side, ready to ratchet the last leg into place, when a pale, freckled hand landed on his arm, “Let me,” Susan murmured.
He gaped, she was now completely nude, with a glistening streak down the inside of both creamy, thick thighs, with her pale, pink nether lips engorged and almost red. “I’ve been rubbing myself raw for so long… Can I help you, Tracey? Please? I need… I need more but I’m not ready for Harry. I want my first time with him to be…”
“You may help,” Tracey said quietly, “please me, and stand by my hand… I will touch you while they work.”
“Oh, thank Merlin,” Susan gasped, and hurried over, around the pillory, the moment Tracey’s other leg was locked in place. “I’ve… I’ve never had anyone but Harry touch me there, and I’m a bit nervous, but I- Oh… oh my…”
Lavender giggled again as she looked down at where Tracey, without even needing to look, had driven two fingers into Susan’s pussy, “Trust a lesbian to know how to work a cunt,” she laughed, “Or a bisexual witch, whatever. That’s… damn hot, Susan, Tracey. I knew you were stacked, but damn, girl… Roowwrrr! Those tits are just massive.”
“Yours are- are almost as big,” Susan moaned, shifting her legs further apart to give Tracey easier access, but also reaching out to steady herself with a hand on the top of the pillory, and the other seeking out Lavender’s bare shoulder. “And beautiful. I-”
“Please,” Lavender giggled quietly. She sent Harry a wink before she turned to the red-head, “I know I’m gorgeous, but come on… you are, too. No being shy, here. You’re among friends, and lovers, if tonight tells us anything. We love you, too. I can’t wait to get my hands on you… even if it’ll probably have to wait. I know you want Harry first, at least for the real fun.”
“Maybe a bit,” Susan whispered, then looked up at Harry with smokey eyes, “But not long… Gods, I wish I could just do it now, but I promised Auntie… I’d have that contract first.”
“Is that what’s holding us back?” Harry chuckled as he dragged a hand up Tracey’s slender shin, then brought it down to her perky, tiny chest and pinched a nipple. “’Cause we can solve that problem the moment we’re both awake tomorrow.”
“Not- not just that,” Susan admitted, “I… I’m nervous, too, and I don’t want our lessons to stop…”
That had Harry walking around Tracey, trailing his fingers along her face, through her hair, and then leaving her for a bit to cup Susan’s jaw even while the small witch still plunged her fingers in and out of the Hufflepuff’s body. “I will never stop those as long as you want them, love,” he murmured, then kissed her gently. “Not ever. And even if they did, well… we’d still be lovers then, wouldn’t we? A Concubine and her sperm donor… or whatever you want to call me.”
“I’d call you husband,” she whispered back, softly enough even his enhanced ears barely heard, “But I know the spot is taken.”
“Maybe,” he agreed with a small nod, “but maybe not. Still, for now, I agree… this is best. Our time, our first time, should be ‘us’, not ‘a group’, right?”
The ginger nodded, red faced, but that didn’t stop her from moaning again as Tracey added a third finger to her dripping pussy.
Harry watched intently as another set of bare feet sounded on the floorboards of the dungeon a few moments before warm, slick hands circled his torso to clutch his burgeoning pectoral muscles, and Pansy’s equally warm, melodious voice hit his ear, “Harry, you kinky little pervert… convincing this innocent girl to go along with this bondage scheme?”
“Her idea, actually,” Harry informed her before kissing the girl, who then let her hands roam his chest, and slowly drop lower to begin stroking him while her chest pressed into his back.
Romilda passed into his vision next, and quickly claimed Tracey’s free hand for her personal use, just close enough to lean in and kiss Harry, too, while her hand joined Pansy’s further down.
Then Daphne was there too, her eyes still shining faintly pink as they had been since the last Runes had been applied to her body. Those very characters were still lambent on her body, white-pink, and in addition to the standard ones, Harry had the impression (only that, for he had never really got much of an explanation of the vagaries of the written language of Lilith’s people beyond a few characters) that some of the characters involved connection, family, motherhood, sisterhood, and more.
“Not so many Runes for lust or stamina, love?”
Lilith looked up at him from where she was checking the wrist and leg straps to make sure they were secure, then grinned at him, “Oh, no, Master… there’s a reason I sent you to her that first night you Summoned me, before we were even Contracted. She wants you badly, and did back then, but for a lesbian… well, no, perhaps that’s more common. Our dear Daphne is a desperate, horny slag of a girl who just wants to shag all the time, just about anyone with a pair of breasts, or you. She needed less, and will always need a bit less, to keep up than most. I’d blame it on being repressed… but her parents never really did that with her. It’s mostly just her.”
Interesting, Harry thought, uncaring whether Lilith heard or not. Unlike with Pansy, Tracey was small enough that, with the pillory arranged as it was, he could reach everyone in the circle with his outstretched hands. Thus, it wasn’t much of a challenge for Harry to lean over the girl’s slender leg and kiss Daphne herself, then lean their foreheads together to whisper, “Don’t be jealous, my love, she still loves you the most, but she’s almost as randy as you are… you’ll get her bum with the strap-on, hmm?”
“Yes,” Daphne sighed happily, “I’ve been wanting to try that, Tracey. So much, but I didn’t dare ask…”
“You are for me,” the tiny girl whispered, “You do not need to be afraid. I am for you.”
“We are for us,” Daphne replied in the same fashion, “Together, forever.”
Tracey nodded in the stocks, just able to see her girlfriend’s face from where she stood between Tracey’s feet.
Daphne looked down at the girl she loved, and reached out, pushing Harry’s hand out of the way to cup and squeeze both of her favorite little breasts, curling her fingers into them roughly, like she knew Tracey loved. The other girl squirmed, but did not protest, even if Harry saw her hands inside Romilda and Susan falter momentarily.
Lilith flew upward, her body changing and shifting slightly as she went, until a cock the same size as the one that Harry had used on Daphne’s bum that first time, before she was both more comfortable and more stretched out, rose between her own slender legs. “Oh, Tracey… you didn’t think Harry’s would be the only dick you’re getting tonight, did you? I know you’re bi, so this shouldn’t be a problem, right?”
Tracey actually hesitated as the six-inch, one-eyed monster tapped her lips. Then she shook her head, murmured, “No… I am intrigued.”
A moment later, Lilith was smiling in joy as the pilloried girl moved her mouth as best she could to bob up and down on the Succubus’ futa dick, while also being felt up by not just Harry, but Romilda and Susan, too, who seemed entranced by the creature’s youthful form as much as she was by Daphne’s full figure, or Tracey’s waifish body.
Harry let Pansy and Lavender jerk him off for several long minutes while Tracey fingered his future Concubine and Ron and his sex-loving Gryffindor. Daphne busied herself with worshiping her girlfriend’s body, with first her hands, and then her lips, too, kissing up and down the inside of each leg, from the ankle to her crotch, and back, and even suckled her toes a bit, something that Harry had never seen before.
He thought he could take it for leave it, but Tracey moaned in bliss the whole time the blonde was doing it.
Then Lilith suddenly hunched forward over Tracey’s body, nearly headbutting Daphne as she had just leaned in to nibble a nipple, and Harry watched her girl-dick flex several times as she quietly orgasmed into Tracey’s tight, warm orifice. “She gives great head, doesn’t she?” he chuckled.
Once Lilith’s pleasure had become more manageable for her again, she pulled out, her dick dragging with it globules and streams of inhuman semen, which made Tracey wince and cough, before a few droplets fell back in, “Alright, greedy, you can keep some,” the Succubus chuckled, “but I do need most of it… I’m afraid I ate the extras from Daphne’s runes to keep up my own energy for this Ritual.”
“I enjoy your flavor,” the small girl sighed, smacking her lips as her tongue washed around her mouth, savoring the sticky fluid.
Lavender left his body then to replace Lilith between Susan and Romilda, who were still gasping and swirling their hips around Tracey’s pumping fingers. She leaned in to kiss Tracey upside down, her own skilled tongue seeking out some of his flavor, stealing it from the other girl’s mouth with a grin.
After a minute or so, she stood up, “You don’t mind if I kiss your adorable girlfriend, do you, Daphne?”
The blonde hesitated, her eyes still glowing faintly pink though it was fading fast now, but shook her head a moment later. “No… tonight, she is for everyone here.”
“Yes,” Tracey moaned, and doubled the speed of her hands, at least until she was distracted again by another lightly-furred, mostly-bald blonde pussy on her mouth.
Harry shivered, and turned to kiss Pansy, then pulled out of her grip. “Sorry, love… I do need to give it to Tracey. Perhaps you can entertain your good friend one more time, help her get that strap-on ready?”
“Hmm,” the dark-haired girl pretended to be upset, “I suppose I can make do with her warming up in my own pussy… it’s feeling so hollow and empty since Romilda stopped! For now, at least.”
“Patient and generous of you,” he chuckled, and moved behind Daphne, taking his own turn at groping a gorgeous witch from behind for a bit, his dick sandwiched between her bum cheeks and his own stomach.
Daphne herself was the one to pull away first, turning to kiss him too before sliding to the side, as Lilith began to drag her Succubus-cum lined finger from the slowly spinning sphere of it, about three inches across, down to Tracey’s navel. “Heart, Mind, and Body,” she whispered, “yours will be interesting, dear one…”
Harry let the Succubus work for a while unimpeded, while his dick, lonely for attention as it hadn’t been the whole night thus far, shrunk back down to the same size Lilith’s had just been. Oh, no… Still is. I see Susan isn’t shy about stroking a girl off, either… that’s fucking sexy as hell.
He couldn’t keep track of everything, and had already lost count of how many times Tracey had gotten the still-virginal red-head off, though Romilda’s, judging by the rise and fall of her moans, had been at least twice. She always climaxed easily, though, and had since her mind had first been broken.
He saw Pansy servicing Daphne next, licking her delicious, cum-stained pussy with joy as she fumbled to attach the strap-on to the taller girl in preparation for what was to come. Or cum, again and again, he chuckled internally.
He had to hold back, though, at least for now. Tracey was always tight, her body the smallest of the girls’ he was surrounded by, smaller by an inch than even Lilith’s usual form. He knew she could handle, and in fact enjoyed, his cock at its usual size and even a bit bigger, but right now that would spear past her belly button, and hit the back of her womb directly with her hips curved as they were in the bondage device.
Lilith, he knew, while she would enjoy the eroticism of it and how much Harry and Tracey would enjoy that, would also be annoyed at the way her belly bulged around his cock.
So he pushed into the waifish girl slowly, with a mere seven inches, enough to make Tracey moan and gasp, her body already starting to react to the Runes despite her near exhaustion, and accepted him easily as it had a couple of hours before.
Harry pumped in and out slowly as Susan and Romilda began making out over Lavender’s head, both lost in bliss and the fervor of the moment, overcome by the outpouring of lust and love from both Lilith and Harry’s auras, which was always there, yet much stronger in moments like these.
He didn’t want to hold back, but forced himself to do so, stroking only every six or seven seconds so that Tracey’s body wasn’t jostled overmuch even in the stocks as Lilith drew, and the ball of cum slowly shrank down to a miniscule portion about the size of her own smallest fingernail. By then, she was drawing the familiar bridging lines from the main vertical one to either side of Tracey’s perky tits. “Ready for her to start bouncing, love?”
“Ready for your cum,” she shrugged, “I’ve only got about three minutes until I’m out, and that’s not enough for even one breast’s ring.”
“Won’t take long,” he grunted, “She’s tight even like this.”
Then he, the Succubus, and Pansy, who was braced with her hands on the side of the pillory as Daphne used the strap-on to thrust into her from behind, no doubt reveling in what it felt like to shag her best friend as a man, watched as the entrancing sight of Tracey’s slender, toned abdomen swelled along the line from a few inches below her navel to where he speared into her. Bulging, growing, stretching higher and higher, until he was nearly twice the size as before.
Tracey gasped as his cock grew, forcing her body to adapt as it pushed slowly through her cervix and into the relatively open space of her womb, which was still burning hot with need and passion, then brushed the top of that same cavity. “So full…”
“Gonna give you a baby eventually,” Harry told her, voice rough with desperation to keep from coming. Even just growing like that had added so much friction and pleasure, he doubted he could hold back long. “Not now, but… fuck, Tracey, I love you so much, but I love fucking you, too. You’re like a little doll made to take this huge dick…”
“I am yours,” she gasped, as he slid out half-way, “I am yours!”
The second instance, he had pushed back in, roughly, smashing the tip of his member into her womb.
Again and again, he pulled out to catch the thick head of himself against her cervix, sometimes moving past it, sometimes just nuzzling it from the inside, only to hammer back into the tiny girl, while her body rocked against the padding, her shoulders smacking into the dark wood, and her ability to focus on pleasuring the others was abandoned in a desperate need for her own climax.
She did before Harry, and Lilith eagerly gathered up those fluids, and now those of the others as first Romilda’s, then Susan’s, Daphne’s, and Pansy’s in sequence swirled through the air to join the ball, doubling its size.
“Soon,” he grunted. Even the perverse knowledge that they were involved in a magical ritual, that they were writing on Tracey’s skin in alien characters with those bodily fluids as a conduit, ink-like, for the emotions they carried helped add to his own lust.
Tracey was helpless to stop anything, but it didn’t matter.
She wanted this as much as he did, was as deep into this as he was.
Harry’s first ten spurts flooded the girl’s womb, making her belly swell even more, almost comically, as those shots carried several normal-size loads each, before he pulled out, and plastered another ten all over her swollen, abused pussy, her thighs.
“Leave some for lube,” he advised Lilith, his head hazy and delirious with pleasure. He’d pushed himself hard to deposit that much, and the orgasm itself had been among the most powerful he’d ever had.
Harry stumbled back to lean against the back of the couch, and suddenly Susan was there, sucking his dick clean of Tracey’s delicious mulberry pussy juice and his own semen, acting for all the world as if this was her sixth ritual, not the second she’d directly witnessed, and the first she had participated in.
Romilda moved too, taking a place opposite Pansy so that both could pepper their lips up and down Tracey’s body, staying clear of the Runes Lilith was still writing as she, rolling her violet eyes, moved to hover upside-down over the young women to give them room. Lavender, once more, began to ride Tracey’s face, while Daphne…
Hesitated.
Stopped, her strap-on dildo that mimicked the feeling of being a man for the person that was wearing it pointing into the air over Tracey’s pussy.
“I love you,” she whispered down at Tracey, though she knew her girlfriend couldn’t see her with Lavender sitting on her face, and maybe couldn’t even hear her. “I’m almost sorry I dragged you into this.”
“Don’t be,” Harry told her, prompting the busty blonde to look over at him. “This is not the end of anything, Daphne. It’s simply more than we had before, more than what you two had before.”
She swallowed, her eyes still a bit sad, but nodded. “More… not the end. Al- Alright.”
Her hand moved down, and Harry watched closely since Tracey’s legs were above where her pelvis was laid bare, as Daphne pushed the dildo against her anus, and pushed.
Both of them, the lesbian and the bisexual, gasped as Tracey was penetrated.
He expected Daphne to hesitate again, to wait.
She didn’t. Instead, she was moving almost at once, thrusting smoothly, evenly, as her hands landed on her lover’s shins more to brace herself than Tracey.
Harry smiled, feeling another great wash of compassion and love for all of these women, and his senses stretched slowly outward to fill the manor.
Winky and Dobby, intense though small, were ‘mating’ in their small little bedroom, caught up in the waves of emotion flowing outward from this room, just off his own bedroom.
Fleur and Hermione, desperate too, were tribbing furiously on the half-Veela’s bed, moaning each other’s names.
And, to his surprise, he felt Kennedy, too, two floors below, plunging fingers in and out of herself. Even as a muggle, he could tell they were affecting her, for the woman’s sheets were soaked. He couldn’t see it, of course, but felt her strange, shocked arousal at the knowledge that they were all up here, doing this, for hours sent her into a series of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had.
Even a muggle is affected that strongly, huh? I didn’t… ah. It’s because she…
The creature once known as Tom Marvolo Riddle, now Lord Voldemort, grunted as he emptied himself into the depths of his vessel, currently known as Pet.
The silver-scaled Succubus moaned as she received it, glad that her feeding had finally come. Her body absorbed the elemental matter as it always did without really thinking about it, and soon her Contractor was moving in her again, though more slowly, as his mind turned to the task he had set himself.
Killing some boy.
What a wimp.
What self-styled ‘Dark Lord’ wasted this much energy trying for years to kill a mere boy? A school?
Idiot.
Yes, he had summoned her, yes he had contracted her, but the Succubus currently known as Pet had no love for her current master. She enjoyed him. Of course she did, she was a Succubus, and sex was sex. Yet for all her outward devotion, she still mocked him internally, deep inside. How could she not?
He was lost, and didn’t even know it. The ‘good guys’ as they no doubt saw themselves, had already won. Maybe, anyway. They had yet to seize on the broken, fractured soul that remained in her Master, but if they ever did, he would falter, and be driven into the last depths of insanity that he had not yet trodden.
Did they not know how?
Or was there some other reason they hesitated?
That the boy had Summoned and Contracted a young Succubus was not that much a surprise, humans did it all the time across myriad universes. That this insane fool of a Master had was more surprising, but then, he had always sought to prove himself stronger than the boy. Even if he clearly wasn’t.
Inadequate… at least he has a dick, and isn’t terrible. And at least he’s not sharing me with the unwashed creatures he keeps around himself. Yet. I should probably keep that thought deep down, though, I know he’s capable of reading at least my surface thoughts. Ah, well… when my Contract ends, at least I’ll have a decent prize to bring back home.
Otherwise, this whole Summoning would be a waste, and what a deep disappointment that would be.