Harry Incubus ch.7

"I'll let Bellatrix and Narcissa finish explaining," she said in a soft voice, her fingers nervously tracing the stem of the glass turning on her lap. "Then you can hate me for what I've done."

She lowered her head, and Harry caught a tear trickling down her perfectly smooth cheek. He wanted to be angry with her, but his heart broke at the sight of her tear, and the anger dissipated. Keeping his lips tightly sealed, he shifted his hard gaze to Narcissa, but instead of similar emotions, the beautiful blonde licked her lips and watched him like a chubby kid eyeing a slice of cake. When he nodded for her to continue, her bright blue eyes sparkled, and she crossed her legs, allowing him a glimpse of her lingerie.

"The first centuries were difficult times for the Veela. First, the Romans, and then their descendants, the Christians, persecuted us wherever they found us. Burning and drowning didn't kill us, so they found other tortures... things worse than death... And they inflicted them on women, whether cursed or not."

"We learned, too," her sister continued. "How to feed without consuming an entire man's essence and leaving him catatonic or lifeless. How to find powerful men who could feed us without... the requirement of intimacy. We hid among wizards, but some of us ended up as their playthings."

"Just like I ended up as yours."

"I never wanted you to feel that way..." Her voice trailed off, and her eyelids closed as she fell into thought. "You can't understand what it was like for Fleur, Gabrielle, and me... Lonely, starving for centuries... and then the sudden scent of something so alluring... so powerful that it drove me mad. My mind was dazzled as I pursued it... Only after finishing the paperwork did I realize that it wasn't the essence of the man I had married but an echo of what he had created. 'What does that mean?"

"She sensed you, Harry. We all could... We didn't know it was the Heir of Augustus, but we knew there was a man like no other... somewhere. Apolline and her girls were tasked with securing the connection with him... with you."

"So can I cook for the rest of you?" Harry Potter asked, chuckling mockingly. In the depths of his mind, gears turned as he tried to work through everything he had heard, but he couldn't allow himself to entertain thoughts of fulfilling his deepest, darkest fantasies.

"Perhaps," Narcissa said, shrugging. "He is certainly powerful enough to reverse the effects of aging. We're not sure how the curse will be broken; we only know that you will be the one to do it. I can feel the essence draining from you, Harry... I don't know how your mother and sisters were able to live with you all these years."

"It was bearable before he came of age," his mother said, her breath uneven as she shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "The girls worked out a strategy that kept... kept desire to a minimum."

Bellatrix glanced at him from over the edge. "What is it, please?"

Bellatrix noticed Harry's quizzical furrowed brow and added, "If a man is powerful enough, he can emanate the essence of many things. Music, art, and even... the food he prepares." His mother lowered her head, and Harry heard a faint hiccup of emotion from her throat.

"And that brings us to today. Those of us who remain stand a chance to break the curse once and for all."

The twins stared at him with something akin to expectation in their eyes. It was all too much to take in at once, and his mind latched onto small fragments of the story. "So, the reason I've been cooking..."

The twins' gazes shifted to their mother, and he thought he detected a hint of jealousy in their facial expressions as they waited for her response. Harry couldn't leave them in peace, and he heard himself speak before he could stop himself. "And the reason I can't go to college... It's all so you can have a servant feeding you his essence?!"

"No, Harry!" His mother's voice was sharp but raw with emotion, and her pale blue eyes blazed as she raised her head. "They ignored him, acted cool, and tried to make him ignore them. When Harry was angry or frustrated with us, the scent would fade. But when his attention focused on you, self-control became impossible... Goddess above, Harry, stop looking at me with those eyes."

"What eyes? Are you telling me that my sisters dislike me because I should be the heir of Augustus?" "The Heir of Augusta," Narcissa corrected. "The lineage traces back to a daughter, born of a slave and never acknowledged. Bloodline hidden from us until now, dating back to the days of the Empire's rise, the death of republicanism, and the simple slave girl stolen from our village."

The blonde shook her head and spat on the carpet, eliciting only a slight furrow of his mother's brow. More than anything else he had witnessed or heard in the last twenty minutes, this confirmed to him that he was no longer in Kansas and would never return there.

"It's a lot to take in," Harry said, getting up. He had forgotten about the wine glass, but seeing it in his hand, he downed its contents in one gulp before setting the empty glass aside. Walking back and forth, everything he had heard swirled in his mind.

"You're telling me that all three of you are over 2,000 years old..." he mused aloud. Thankfully, the women didn't comment on that, but the twins nodded gently, encouraging him to continue. "That you and all the women in your village were cursed by Rome."

"Not just them," Bellatrix said, "but other women on the fringes of the empire."

"How many?"

The twins didn't answer; both looked at their mother, who lifted her head, and her pale blue eyes met his as she breathed out, "Seventy-seven."

"Lucky number," Narcissa remarked, and the twins smiled at each other.

"A magical number."

"Stop it, you two," their mother's voice was stern, and her face was drawn as she looked around. "Can't you see I messed everything up?"

"What do you want from me?" Harry Potter ignored his mother's comment, accustomed to her occasional fatalism and knowing that it only got worse when indulged.

"What do you think about it?" Bellatrix asked, smiling coyly as she uncrossed her legs.

"None of us were present when the faithful cast the curse. We can't say what the remedy will be, but we have... suspicions."

"And you're sure I'm this heir?" The twins nodded vigorously, but Harry waited for his mother to lift her chin.

Instead of the hollow expression he expected, fire burned in her eyes, and her facial expression was so resolute that Harry stopped in front of her.

"There can be no doubt," she said, raising her chest. "Please, my dear... can't you feel it?"

She reached out to him, but something held her back, and her fingers hung in the space between them. Now that she had his attention, he couldn't ignore the hunger he had felt all day. It had been briefly satisfied after his encounter with Blaise. It wasn't quite desire, but something deeper and more captivating when he let it take over.

"You mentioned you have suspicions," Harry said, trying to ignore the renewed throbbing in his loins or the way his eyes drifted to admire his stepmother's incredible curves.

"Yes," Narcissa said, her cheeks turning pink. "Our hunger is always satiated through acts of intimacy. The more intimate the act, the greater the satisfaction. Following that line of thinking... We're here to guide you, Harry," her sister said, rising and approaching him. "To give you confidence and the skills to conquer even the most resistant among us. There are those who fear the changes you represent to their lives. They fear the end that you signify for us."

"I bet you've never been with twins before, have you, Harry?" Bellatrix asked, swaying her hips toward her sister and running her hand down her waist, revealing Harry's pale skin at her slender waist.

"In that case, I'll leave you three," his mother said in a tense voice, her face turning scarlet as she got up.

The twins were beautiful women. Some of the most beautiful Harry had ever seen, even more so because of their seductive and flirtatious manners. Unfortunately, they couldn't compare to his mother, who looked like she stepped out of a Victoria's Secret catalog.

The hunger that pounded within him as he gazed at the twins turned into a beast that tore at his insides when his mother stood up. She cast him one last look, her eyes softened with emotions he had never seen in them before, and then she turned and left.

"Stay," Harry growled, feeling a deeper resonance in his tone than he had ever heard before.

She froze in place at that word and turned slowly, searching his face with her eyes. As he hardened his expression, she took a deep, trembling breath and nodded weakly.

"If you want me to stay, my son. Then I will," her voice was faint and tinged with fear as she clasped her hands in front of her, her fingers white.
"You're using the Voice," Narcissa said, her voice intertwining with deeper vibrations that penetrated into the core of Harry's being, plucking at the strings of his heart, igniting his desire. "A powerful seduction tool," Bellatrix added, releasing herself from her sister's embrace and moving closer. The slender blonde extended her hand and placed a single finger on Harry's cheek, and desire surged, almost overwhelming his thoughts as he swayed in place. "Much like the Touch... We don't know how powerful yours can become, oh GODS!!!" Harry extended one hand and touched her cheek, just as she had done to him, and just like with Blaise in the car, he felt something shift within him. It was hard to explain, but it was akin to a feeling of elevation or joy, only more focused and invigorating. As soon as his finger made contact with her skin, Bellatrix's eyes widened, and she quivered, her pupils dilating until they almost overtook the blue.

Harry Potter's heart hammered in his chest as he allowed the slender twin to step closer, pressing against him. Her face was turned away, and her delicate lips trembled as she bit them. Acting more instinctively than anything else, he inclined his head to place a gentle kiss on her lips while extending his other hand. Narcissa melded into him, and her kiss was soft and yielding.

"Nghk!" Bellatrix moaned as Harry's fingertips brushed her chin, and she pressed herself against his other side. Their hands joined, sliding across his back and abdomen.

Breaking the kiss with Narcissa, Harry turned to her sister and was surprised when the woman's small, pink tongue slipped into his mouth with hungry determination. Intrigued by the differences between the twin sisters, he allowed his hands to slide down to their pert derrieres and embraced them both. The women sighed in pleasure, and he felt their fingers tracing the hardness in his pants.