It was Valentine's Day, and the atmosphere at Hogwarts was thick with it: decorations, floating hearts, flowers, students being extra gooey and affectionate—a sickly sweet environment impossible to ignore. At Castelobruxo, however, things were different. They did have a "Lover's Day," but it didn't coincide with this date. That didn't mean the school was quiet, though: Carnival was just a week away, and the entire school was buzzing with preparations. Rehearsals, decorations, costumes... although this also meant more work from the professors, who were taking advantage of these last few days before the mini-break to pile on assignments.
Still, I decided to spread a little holiday spirit, or at least try. I prepared a few surprises for the girls, and wow... a harem sounds wonderful until holidays like this come around. That's when you understand how complicated it can be.
...
I started at the [Fief]. Early in the morning, I went to check on the latest from the Merchant and the Archmage. Among the unique event items were eye-catching names like the typical Love Potion, but also new things like the Collar of Destiny, Cupid Pet, Arrow of Love, and even Heat Perfume. A whole arsenal of items designed for the occasion.
Afterward, well... I wasn't exactly considerate of the girls there. Lily, Petunia, Gemma, Tonks, Andromeda... I took advantage of the fact that they were still asleep to bring them to the room and wake them up in a very fun way: an impromptu orgy. Their expressions upon opening their eyes were a treasure, so much so that I even snapped several photos.
Meanwhile, I sent a few clones to spend time with my daughters: playing a while with Ruby and the spiders, cultivating bonds, sowing affection. Small gestures to prevent them from becoming cold, insensitive creatures one day.
I also spent time with Elise, not her avatar, but her real self. I traveled to her world and stayed by her side, chatting about everything. Her figure was increasingly diffuse, reduced almost to a sphere of light, but the company remained warm. And of course, there was action, too: we initiated the "repopulation plan" by acquiring equines and other beasts... and then, well, let's just say we proceeded to leverage my abilities and ensure everything went as we wanted...
"Are you sure about this?" I asked.
"Just do it, damn it..." she said, frustrated but also excited.
"You're lucky I love you." I sighed and decided to give her some love with my mouth first.
In the end, there was another orgy here with her avatar and the few species we bought. What happened could easily go down in her world's history as the first Fertility Day celebration.
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When morning broke at Hogwarts, the walls weren't the only things overflowing with decorations and joy. The girls also woke up to a peculiar and beautiful sight. The first thing they saw were large, luminous scarlet butterflies, created with my blood magic. They fluttered above them in hypnotic circles. At first, they caused a scare or two, but soon gave way to admiration.
And when they finally got up, the butterflies began to dart toward their faces one by one, exploding in bright little clouds that emitted a loud kissing sound before leaving a red lipstick mark on their skin. Amidst blushes and nervous giggles, some rushed to the bathroom to wipe them off before anyone else saw.
Next to each bed, an elegantly written note and a freshly made breakfast plate awaited them. Just what they needed to start the day sweetly: not too much to fill them up, but enough to remind them that no matter how much the Great Hall offered feasts, my cooking still had an unmistakable flavor.
The notes weren't extravagant: greetings, congratulations, and a brief poem about Valentine's Day. In each one, I spoke about how important they were to me, sometimes alluding to their skills or animagus forms.
Of course, there were differences. Some notes sounded sweeter, too affectionate for simple friends; others were explicitly sexual, meant for those who were already mine. For example, Lavender's was overflowing with degrading insults... loving, yes, but equally hurtful. Exactly what she wanted to receive from me.
They all knew perfectly well that I was behind the butterflies, the breakfast, and the letters. For some, it was an endearing gesture; for others, a painful reminder that I wasn't there, which left them feeling a bit down. But there was one in particular who felt that things couldn't continue this way.
The rest of the day was spent mostly in the lair, partly to avoid Lockhart with his pastel pink suit and his ridiculous, Cupid-costumed dwarves who ran around singing romantic songs. They had already witnessed how embarrassing it could be to receive one of those "dedications." In reality, most had little to worry about... except Penelope, who was at some risk and was therefore the first to arrive at the lair.
There they chatted, laughed, and were distracted for a while. The lair had everything needed for a pleasant day. It was during the afternoon that they received a message from me: simple, but enough to excite them. My clone—the one remaining in the lair—would be activated for a short time, and each of them would have five minutes with me and a gift. I warned them that I might not be able to get to everyone... a lie, of course.
The idea excited them. Five minutes was very little, but considering I was in Brazil and maintaining a clone over such a distance must cost immense effort, they accepted it as reasonable.
As if by chance, I dismissed those who knew the truth about my clones: Daphne, Astoria, Millicent, Pansy, Penelope, and Lavender. Thus, the rest went one by one into the clone's room. A greeting, a hug, a box of Brazilian sweets, and a few words. Quick and simple. Many were dissatisfied at not being able to extend the chat, but everyone enjoyed the moment and the gift.
Still, Lavender was right: some already suspected my intentions. Even Hermione found all this "general love" strange but didn't want to ruin the moment or be the "bad girlfriend" who protested. She kept quiet, though she planned to talk to me about it when I returned. What truly surprised me was that Cho didn't even show up. She rejected both the visit and the gifts. She was the only one who interpreted all of it as excessive. She decided to distance herself from me, and that didn't please me at all... although it would be a matter to resolve later.
In the evening, however, I spent time with those who hadn't had a turn with the clone, though in a much more intense way:
With Millicent, long kisses and a blatant fondling of her behind over her clothes.
With Pansy, passionate kisses and bold caresses of her breasts.
With Penelope, wild sex: this time she gave herself more freely, not holding back her typical moans for the holiday.
With Daphne and Astoria, just a casual chat, though I admit my prolonged stares ended up making them uncomfortable.
And with Lavender…
"It's... beautiful..." she murmured, drooling, while stroking my erection with both hands, without blinking once.
She looked hypnotized. I promised her action, but in reality, she would be the one to end up pleasing me, feeling in her hands all the heat she had been waiting for.
Lavender couldn't resist. At first, she moved her hands gently, almost shyly... then, with a roughness that seemed to want to squeeze every drop out of me. She didn't take her eyes off my member, smelling it as if she needed more and more.
It wasn't long before she took a first lick, then another, and before I knew it, she had my entire glans in her mouth, sucking desperately, like a cub seeking milk. Her lost gaze made me suspect that the euphoria had disconnected her from reality for a moment, but her body didn't stop. She choked on my taste, swallowing every drop of pre-cum as if it were vital nectar, and even attempted to deep-throat on the first try.
Bad idea.
Her small throat wasn't ready: she choked, cried, and coughed with my penis submerged in her mouth, on the verge of vomiting. Yet, she refused to let go. Between gasps, I could hear her pain, but she kept pushing herself violently, willing to swallow me whole even if it cost her life. I saw her turn blue from lack of air and tried to pull her away, but she resisted with an almost suicidal strength.
To free her, I resorted to the only thing that could save her: I forced my own climax. My body contracted inside her throat and I unleashed everything into her. Lavender shuddered at the same time, reaching an orgasm without touching herself, only drowning in my member and feeling my semen slide down her stomach, throat, and lips. She fell unconscious immediately, exhausted… but with an expression of satisfaction and the thought that she wanted to feel this for the rest of her life.
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At Castelobruxo, Hannah received similar treatment to the Hogwarts girls: butterflies, breakfast, and a poem. But unlike them, I was physically present with her and invited her out shopping with me, to explore the pre-Carnival hustle.
At first, she was uncomfortable; after what she had discovered about me, she didn't know if she should accept. Now we were alone, and this outing could mean much more than last year's, when we shared moments with the others.
I didn't give her an option to refuse. I took her hand and dragged her out of the dormitories. Today was going to be a great day. To start, I placed a flower on her hair: long, inwardly folded triangular petals, of a crystalline, semi-transparent pink. The flower gently contracted, as if breathing, and it would glow at night due to its bioluminescence. Hannah tried to object, but she was fascinated. She had never seen anything like it; it was something I had obtained on one of my bulletin board adventures.
As we left the castle, everything was lively with the upcoming Carnival, though nothing especially romantic. That's when we ran into Malena, who jumped onto my back with her usual energy.
"What's up, killing machine...? Taking the princess out for a stroll?" she joked cheekily.
'Killing machine' was one of the nicknames she had given me after seeing my demonstration the other day. Her perspective on me changed completely since then; she had much more respect for me, and even said she felt lucky to have become our friend and not an enemy. Sometimes she would joke about walking like the lady of the place because she had the "Red Godfather" as a protector, imitating a mafia accent. Maybe she had watched too many movies.
"It's Valentine's Day, and I always enjoy spending time with my friends," I replied, without clarifying that it was a date. I didn't want to make Hannah any tenser.
"Oh, right… you celebrate today. We have ours in June," she said, giving us mischievous looks and a mocking giggle. Then she added: "You better take her to eat something and have a good time before you take her to the Clareira da Paixão (Glade of Passion)."
She looked at Hannah with complicity, and Hannah perfectly understood the double entendre.
"Don't give in too easily," she whispered to her, giving her a playful swat on the behind. "If he wants to taste you, make him work for it."
"Ahhh!" Hannah shrieked, red with surprise and shame, covering herself while Malena laughed, amused. "No! We're not...!" she said, almost crying, her heart racing.