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      Muyo!, to_be_determined!_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
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      Harry_Potter, OCs, OFCs, Harry_Potter_cast_-_Character, Mayuka_(Tenchi
      Muyo), Washu_(Tenchi_Muyo)
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      alone, I_am_a_super_pervert, Jaraiya_has_nothing_on_me, Porn_with_a
      smidge_of_plot, You_have_to_squint_to_see_any_plot, Recommendations_are
      welcome', even_the_crazy_ones, HARRY_IS_A_LOVE_MACHINE, THERE_IS_SO_MUCH
      PORN, PLEASE_BE_OLD_ENOUGH_TO_READ_THIS, (If_you_get_caught_I_have_the
      right_to_say_I_TOLD_YOU_SO_repeatedly), basically_everyone_Harry_sleeps
      with_gets_pregnant, A_horde_of_pregnant_women_who_love_their_Master
      Harry-dear
  Series:
      Part 1 of Perverts_Unite
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      Published: 2015-09-07 Updated: 2015-09-28 Chapters: 2/? Words: 21795
****** Harry's Awesome Adventures: Sex is Life ******
by blacklips_(Momma)
Summary
     A MILF sees something through her window - Harry isn't quite a little
     boy, if you catch my drift. It devolves from there.
     SEX with a pinch of PLOT to keep the story going. I have bets riding
     on this. Crossovers are welcome, give me ideas.
Notes
     Don't be offended by sex and random rutting, shagging, fucking,
     getting a leg over, scratching an itch, making the two backed beast,
     rolling in the hay, plowing the fields, rocking the boat, bouncing
     the car, swinging the tree, dancing the bedroom tango, tossing the
     sheets, slipping in the slide, curling the toes, humping, dog in a
     bun, beef in the taco, sword in the sheath, no hand pogo stick, bump
     n grind, forking, bumping uglies, frolicking, or breaking the bed.
     That's about 90% of this story.
***** The start of it all *****
                                      •◘•
                          Chapter One: The Neighbors
Okay, so being 13-almost-14 was kind of dull. Sort of. Even with a currently in
hiding dogfather. Without Hogwarts to confuse his common sense, Hermione beside
him trying to teach him  logic , and scathing amounts of witches and wizards
with no idea how they stayed on the ground (SCIENCE!) taking up his time and
effort to be a normal teen boy, he found a boy's first love. And no, it won't
be typed out. Mainly because of the MATURE (M) rating and not the XXX or R
rating this probably deserves.
(It's actually entirely EXPLICIT, so don't expect it to be so cutesy later on.)
 
Still, it was a private, personal relationship with his right hand and himself
and that's all that needs be said. One that lasted all of four days after
arriving back from Hogwarts.
Only, it wasn't quite as private as he figured, the #5 house window facing his
own bare one was the home of a lonely widow with three daughters and two sons.
An extravagant amount of children, perhaps, yet she was still young. Her boys
were seven, identical twins, with her girls being fifteen, sixteen, and
seventeen. Of course, being that she started her family at the early age of
sixteen herself, the lovely widow was only 33 and, really, she was just hitting
her prime.
(And how was a woman to take an image of a young  man  with an organ that large
in any context except sexual? Granted he was  young , but she would wait a
little bit longer... not.)
Still, it was beyond time she started getting her garden done and her kitchen
sink didn't drain well at all, of course. Instead of spending absurd amounts of
money on a landscaper or technician, she did what she felt was her duty: She
asked the Dursley's if she could borrow the troublesome boy and put him to
work. Which is how Harry found out about things like pimping people out for
money wasn't just sexual.
“You're not serious!” Harry squawked, glasses sliding down his nose as he knelt
in the back garden of Petunia's prize begonias, wrist deep in mulch and
fertilizer. He was hot, tired, and this was his next to last chore – the last
being to trim off the bits and protruding bobs of the fast growing hedge across
the front yard. Petunia pursed her lips, looking as if someone had popped a
sherbert lemon into her mouth without warning. “Please tell me you're not
serious, Aunt Petunia.”
The horse like woman snorted, strengthening the similarities to frightening
degrees.
“She is paying good money for your help and you will or I'll...” She frowned,
looking at the sky before grinning viciously. “Oh, yes. You can't use magic –
you won't be able to find her things! This is rich!” she trumpeted gleefully.
“Help her and anyone else that will ask and I will dig out my sister's journals
just for you, nephew,” she hissed like a furious snake, transforming the
familial connection into a swear word. “Chop chop, boy.”
Harry snarled lowly, face to the ground to hide the bared teeth before he
stood, shirtless and worn slacks left over from school rolled up to his knee.
There was a potion stain on the side and a hole in the thigh that made them
less than useful for classes – he reminded himself to replace them later this
summer – and he wore little else beneath. Like hell he would wear his cousin's
cast off underthings. Shuffling into a pair of worse for wear sandals (more
castoffs) he grumbled furiously as he made his way to Number 5. Composing
himself, he took a breath before knocking, a little crooked smile in place –
Placating Hermione Number 4: I'm a sweet guy and you love me.
(If it works, it works. He doesn't realize it's because it's handsome even on
such a young face.)
The door opening to one hell of a MILF was not in his mind ever. Especially
when she was wearing little tiny short shorts that did nothing and a teeny-tiny
top that was like a laugh in the face to all tops everywhere. He wasn't sure
what he had expected, but this was not it. Death Eater? Yes. Severus Snape to
make his life even more hellish? Yup. Hot momma? Nope.
Then she bounces and his eyes are glued to her chest, any thoughts of looking
her in the eye absolutely gone, vamoosed into the wind. “Oh! You must be little
Harry! Come in, come in! I need some help today, please.”
Would he say no to something like this? Ah, hello, hell fucking no, bring on
the chores!
Still, being pimped out for work by his aunt was high on his list of “This Is
Bullshit” right up there with a mad megalomaniac out for his head specifically
and Dementors in general. Right now, there were a few benefits, but who knows?
That could change drastically. Especially if her husband was home and one of
those guys who watched others like a hawk.
“What's the problem Mrs...?” he began before he nearly swallowed his tongue.
The woman was leaning against the counter, chest out, shorts sliding down her
legs, shirt rolled under her arms and neck, and a plethora of smooth, tanned
flesh on display. Hommina, hommina... he thought as a strangled “Hrkh!” gurgled
up his throat.
“Oh, Harry-dear, call me Mandy, alright? It's no good if we can't get better
acquainted before you start, is it?” Harry just gurgled, his pants suddenly ten
times too small and throttling his Wee Harry as it tried to escape. The widow
smiled a hungry, devilish smile as she twitched her hips and sent her shorts
all the way to the floor. Stepping over the thin strip of fabric, she walked
smoothly to the boy, biting her lip before kneeling gently, her wobbling,
bouncing breasts rubbing against his belly button, pants, and cock. “Dear me,
that must be dreadful tight. Maybe I should... loosen the leash?”
So saying the woman was quick to undo his button, slipping down the zipper in
one smooth draw before her prize sprung up in her face, slapping against the
tops of her bare breasts on the down swing. Cooing, she looked at the boy,
noting his dazed expression. She loved this part. Grabbing his cock in a warm,
lotion smooth hand, she held the thick shaft up, licking from base to tip.
“Mmmm, delicious.”
Harry didn't know quite what to do other than bit his lip and groan. Nothing
could have prepared him for this, his virginity taking joyous flight. Mandy was
a goddess on earth, stroking him as her mouth closed over the head, tongue
doing naughty things that he wasn't sure had a name. Then she did something
even better. Heavy, large breasts came up around him, his shaft too long for
the child enhanced cleavage to cover. Not that Mandy seemed to care, bobbing
her head on his tool. Already his stomach tightened harder and harder, his
spine feeling like a steel beam had attached itself there as he stood stiff and
over stimulated. The MILF wasn't done, though.
“Oh, Harry! Come for me and I'll get to have all kinds of fun for the second
round!” There was a second round? Merlin's hairy balls, he wasn't sure he would
survive the first one! Almost whimpering, he let his head fall back as Mandy
worked his cock with mouth and breast, one hand sneaking to his ball sack to
fondle. Everything went white as he came, spine tingling as his belly went
molten hot, balls drawn tight and swollen against his cock.
When he came back to himself, Harry was standing in a shivering wreck in the
middle of the kitchen floor, Misses Mandy petting his hips and stomach as she
licked her lips. A small stream of white had seeped from the corner of her
mouth, quick to be cleaned up by her long tongue. That was kind of hot. “M-
Mandy?” he croaked, clearing his throat before being able to continue. “A-ah,
would you l-like to start round two? Or those chores...?”
His voice was pretty weak, a little whispery and highly inappropriate for a guy
unless one was kicked in the jewels pretty damned hard. The happy, bouncy laugh
of Mandy was appreciated for more than the sound as her glorious breasts went
with the motion. Dear Merlin, this was like a dream he didn't know he had
coming true! Feeling his cock twitch, he didn't quite notice when Mandy grinned
dangerously. A quick reload was really his thing, she mentally purred, standing
fluidly. Putting his head just at her shoulders. And his face at the perfect
breast smothering height!
Looping her arm around his neck and pushing her breasts into his face, she
shivered. This is why she loved shorter men – so much more interesting
interactions to perform. “Come, Harry-dear, we're going upstairs. I'll show you
some of the more give and take side of this kind of friendship.”
Harry couldn't nod fast enough, pressing his face into her breasts in a type of
love that he was coming to find. Appreciation. For a form. A specific form. The
female form, that is.
“Good boy,” Mandy praised leading him blindly.
                                      •◘•
Harry sat entranced on the bed as Mandy pulled off her panties, flinging them
to the side as she crawled up to him, the bed spread and pillows strewn on the
floor for convenience sake. His Wee Harry was already hot and heavy, too
weighty to stand upright like most pricks. His balls were above average as
well, somewhere between a large egg and a tennis ball having already dropped
and making his voice a mockery of its usual smooth tenor. The throb-throb of
communication from his balls to his dick and back was a loop of “let's fuck,
please please please” in the simplest form.
Mandy seemed willing to comply.
“Now, Harry-dear, I want you to look at my breasts. See how heavy they are?
It's because I've had several children and let them breastfeed – it keeps my
breasts large and warm. I'm not breastfeeding right now, but I want you to act
like you're my hungry baby and suckle on my nipples.”
Harry didn't much pause, cock jumping as the MILF crawled into his lap and let
her mammaries hang in his face before he leaned forward to latch on. Mandy
cooed into a moan, rubbing his prick with her belly. It had to feel good, he
thought, to get such a reaction. No thought was needed to suck hard before
letting the pebble hard nipple pop out of his mouth. The older woman nearly
swooned, grinding her pussy into the base of his shaft and tingles of pleasure
rushed down her spine and back up to her brain. Harry grinned finally, the
situation coming to perfect clarity. He was getting plucked by a hot momma and
she was loving every second of it.
Taking the other nipple in his mouth, he thought to try that thing that George
has talked about that he had heard from Bill. He plucked her still wet nipple
as he suckled the other, Mandy bucking up into his shaft. That felt way too
good to be forgotten or ignored. Instead, he did it again before twisting, the
woman above him yelping before a full throaty moan escaped her. Switching to
start over on the one he had just sucked thoroughly, he hummed as he kissed and
nibble-sucked the first nipple again.
Mandy was nearly beside herself – he sure did learn fast! Feeling how empty she
was, how wet, she grabbed his prick, kneeling just high enough to try and slip
it in. Which was impossible, he was so long and thick! Whimpering as she pulled
her breast away with a growled protest (and how hot that sound made her!) she
lifted one leg up, putting her pussy over his head.
“S-sorry, Harry-dear, but I can't wait...” she mewed like a cat in heat,
gasping when the head of his cock slipped in. Like a red hot missile, his cock
speared through her loins as she let gravity take her down. “Aaaaaaaaah~ ha!”
Harry was doing his own silent version of that sound, head back against the
headboard and eyes rolled up in his skull. Merlin's panties, what had he been
doing all his life? Certainly not this! He groaned, long and low, his cock
throbbing in time with the speeding locomotive that was his heartbeat. Biting
his lip to try and bring back some cognitive thought, he righted his head,
staring at the bounty of breasts right in front of his face. No time to waste,
he mentally crowed gleefully, taking a nipple back into his mouth. Mandy
approved.
“OOOooooooOOOOH, HARRY-DEAR, YOU ARE SO WONDERFUL!”
That's when she started bouncing, the vice on his dick letting up bit by bit
until she was half-way up before slipping down, the last few inches of his
shaft left to the mercies of the cool air. Not that they seemed to fit – he
didn't realize it, but Harry was a Big Boy and built to conquer a woman's loins
and, more importantly, her womb. Which a majority of the neighborhood wives and
widows would soon come to find out.
Still, that had nothing on this moment where Harry was trying desperately to
not come yet. He wanted to see Mandy loose focus, come on his lap and allow him
to run the show. She had seen him, why not he her? Stomach clenched in a
furious will to not explode all of his pent up frustrations just yet, he sucked
and pinched and twisted those large, succulent nipples, the woman on his dick
making noises he was more than happy to listen to often and for long instances.
She bounced, flounced, ground and twisted, his cock just too much too long for
her as the lovely MILF whined and purred while her breasts were pressed to his
face, nearly suffocating Harry and him loving every second of it.
The wet, sloppy slap of her cunt on his dick was starting to get distracting,
the woman letting the boy fondle her as he lasted well past what she thought he
would. But, alas, it was not to be. With a herculean cry, Harry grabbed tightly
to Mandy's hips, the soft flesh giving to his fingers in long indents as he
forced her still. While disappointed, Mandy knew the problems with virgins and
new toys – a short life span in the bedroom arts. Or, well, she thought until
she was flooded with virile semen, the teen growling deeper as he roared,
flipping her to her back and kneeling, cock still hard between her throbbing
lips. She never knew what was coming and was greatly (and most lustfully)
surprised, the boy becoming a man in seconds, the hot rod of his cock spearing
her deeper and deeper as he stayed hard, coming and coming, yet thrusting into
so sharp and fast that she felt her first orgasm in nearly eight years rip
through her loins on a sudden, frantic scream of “YES” from her lips.
She breathed too fast and hard, expecting him to give out. Not so! Harry was
possessed, it seemed, an animal as he rammed his cock harder into her pussy,
blunt head not knocking but hammering on that little barrier called a cervix,
pain and pleasure forcing her back to arch as she rode one orgasm into a
cresting wave that grew and grew with each thrust. What a monster!
As it was, come filled her womb, streamed like a rushing river up her tubes and
right to her ovaries, every sperm ready to seed her with the child of a teen
not even half her age. Harry had never felt so good in his life, the power of
his orgasm having a lasting effect on his body, the need to do this as much as
possible pushing him to keep going again and again until the body under him
went limp. Chest heaving, he looked down to see Misses Mandy overwhelmed and
down for the count, her body from the loins out a messy stream of his come that
had seeped out only to be pushed around by their activities. Maybe he had been
too much?
Thinking about it, he decided he wasn't. Maybe the older woman had fallen
asleep because he wasn't good enough to keep her happy? Well, he could only
practice, right? He had to better somehow, didn't he? So he leaned over the
gorgeous, wonderful, sexy, and unconscious MILF to take a nipple in his mouth,
sucking it distractedly as he waited for her to come back around. Maybe he
should start moving again? It felt so good and Misses Mandy was sure to feel
good if he sucked on her nipples and play with her breasts – she seemed to like
that, yeah? Shrugging, he rolled his hips, a long drawn out pull before
slapping back in, teasing and rubbing along her clit when he sat higher up,
cock dragging over the nub unknowingly. Mouth occupied, he decided he would do
this for as long as he could keep it up then start on the sink and yard. If he
was this bad, he wanted to get some satisfaction from a job well done, at
least.
Mandy came back to herself in a storm of shivering, tight, orgasm induced high,
moaning long and loud as Harry-dear used his innocent wiles to make her loose
her mind. This boy was a stout, domineering, dangerous beast! Her body was
going to crave him! Her loins would weep for his cock! And she was going to
love every second of it.
“Harry-dear, oh HARRY, yes, yes, yes yesyesyesyes! Make me love your cock! Can
you see it, me pregnant with your child? I will be your mistress, Master Harry-
dear! LET ME BE YOUR COCK SLUT!” she whimpered into a full on scream, clenching
like a vacuum around that monster dick.
The teen felt his heart race at such words, his eyes crossing as he started
ramming her body, feeling more and more of his cock bury home, the soft tissues
of her vagina moulding to his cock and shaping themselves for the best feeling
he had ever had. The low glow of magic was swirling around them, the teen
unaware and the MILF too distracted to notice the phenomenon. All too soon for
Harry's taste, he groaned into one heavy tit, cock finally giving up the ghost
and letting the last of his semen stuff her uterus full as he gave out. Falling
face first into her cleavage, he gasped for breath, the woman beneath him
barely conscious from the mastery of intense sexual deviancy with this
particular minor.
“Master Harry-dear,” she cooed before drifting off, the teen barely doing more
than snorting as he latched onto a nipple and went to sleep.
                                      •◘•
It went on like this for three days, Misses Mandy asking to borrow Harry for a
moment, having her wicked way with him, and then getting royally plowed by a
young man who was swiftly mastering the art of Really Good Sex. Then it was
time to do a few chores, have a quickie (that lasted just an hour instead of
four), then back to the Dursley's mysteriously calm and quiet even under their
direct gaze.
Then the oldest daughter walked in on Harry learning the art of being a Cunning
Linguist and that Parceltongue abilities were far more expansive than just
talking to snakes.
“MOM!” shouted the shocked daughter.
“ABIGAIL~” cooed the euphoric MILF, arching her back as she came undone to
Harry's ministrations. “OH MY GRACIOUS HEAVENS, MASTER HARRY-DEAR!”
Pulling his head from between the tan thighs of the lovely MILF he had been
servicing with much fervor and joy, he licked his lips as he looked at the
oldest of the five children. Abigail was a slightly darker version of her
mother though her breasts weren't quite so full yet. His cock twitched, taking
in her pouty lip that wasn't from her mother and the spot of freckles right on
her nose.
“Wow, Mandy, you have a pretty daughter,” he mused aloud, looking her over and
recognizing the wide hips of the mother that lead to fantastically firm, thick
thighs.
“Ahhhh-haaaaaa, um, yesssss! She looks like I once did,” the older woman purred
with a slur, turning on her side as Harry stood, his nudity further shocking
the teen girl before something wild rose in her loins. “Come 'ere, Abby, let me
intr'duce you to the best sex tutor you have ever witnessed.”
Raising a brow, the girl crossed her arms. “Yeah sure. You, I presume?”
The mother laughed lazily. “Oh no, not me. Him, Master Harry-dear.”
Silence.
Harry shuffled in place, his heavy cock bobbing and gaining the attention of
the teen. She swallowed. Looking at the monster, she didn't think it would ever
fit, but her mother had been one to tell her of how elastic women could be if
they were willing to work their bodies in the right way, even sitting down to
discuss such things in detail. It would fit – mostly.
(She would never ever tell her mother that she did those exercises every day.)
“Ah, s-sorry for being a bother, Miss Abigail. I was helping your mother...
relax.” The pause was significant to the girl, her teeth worrying her bottom
lip before she rolled her eyes to the sun and did one thing that she figured
should have been noticeable to her since the early Sex Talk. She was going to
have sex with a mentor before finding her a husband. Even if he was young and
shagging her mother.
“I-it's okay, Harry. I would...” she uncrossed her arms and took a breath. “I
would like to learn from a Master of the art before I find myself in the wrong
sort of trouble.”
Her mother beamed even as Harry tilted his head, eyes narrowing before
widening, the ugly lens of his glasses hiding what she suspected was a truly
handsome face. Then he smiled and her breath left her, her body turning up the
heat by over twenty. “I would be delighted to teach you, Miss Abigail.”
This was going to be awesome Harry realized.
                                      •◘•
Nude and laying on her bed, Abby bit her lip in nerves. How was she even
contemplating this? Really, did she go through with it? The answer, she
figured, was yes. Because Harry was very cute and well endowed and cared for
his partners – if her mother's face was any indication. Mandy was downstairs,
going to the market so that her daughter could have the boy to herself,
thinking of picking up a special meal for her daughter's initiation into a
world of pleasure and joy. Still, she had to speak with Harry just a moment
before leaving.
“Please go slow, Master Harry-dear. My girl is a virgin and she will be very
tight and easy to hurt if you are not extremely careful! It's supposed to hurt
a little at first, but not the entire time!” she expressed with a pouting
frown, eyes luminous in her motherly worry.
Harry smiled, leaning in to kiss the woman chastely, fondling her breasts
through her shirt and bra. “No worries, Mandy. I'll take good care of your
little Abby.” Patting her on the arse as he turned to go back up the stairs, he
winked at the MILF. Reassured, Mandy flounced with a jaunty step out of the
house and to her car.
Up the stairs, Harry stood in the door, currently in too tight slacks, figuring
that keeping Wee Harry down for a bit more beneficial to the virgin was was
going to deflower and ruin. Abby twisted a little on the sheets, sheepish and
embarrassed to be seen naked but trying not to show her nerves. Smiling gently,
he stepped the edge of her bed, looking the oldest daughter over, his eyes
taking in the mocha tone of her skin and the exotic tilt of her eyes.
“Alright, Abby, I'm going to crawl on the bed with you. If I go too fast, let
me know, okay? I haven't deflowered a virgin – ever. So, if it hurts or scares
you, stop me.” Taking a breath, he crawled up the bed, slipping between her
thighs with a gleam of enjoyment at seeing the dark hair curling there. “Too
fast, tell me,” he remembered to order before sliding his arms around her hips,
using his fingers to spread her vulva wide and latching onto her pink lips,
licking and blowing and teasing.
Abby for her part was trying to be quiet, freaked out by a younger teen doing
this to her body only to loose a moan when he started, legs wide around his
shoulders and arms around each leg to keep her there. He was... very good at
this, his tongue twisting around and not touching her clit at all but making
her buck into his face with little coherence. This was crazy, why was she
letting this happen again? Oh right, because guys were jerks and she wanted her
first time to be good enough to not cry about it later.
(Poor Amy Minstrel, her boy friend was such a dick, making her first time so
terrible. She never did talk about it.)
Her eyes flew open, unaware she had closed them when he swiped her clit. It
wasn't much, but he was slowly driving her insane, flicking the sides and hood,
never touching, just breathing and she was starting to get a bit desperate for
something she hadn't really experienced before this. Hands reaching for his
hair, she whimpered. “Ooooooh, w-whaaaaaaaa...” she mewled like a kitten,
twisting in his hands and against his mouth. The younger teen perked up at
that, starting to really get into his favorite part: sucking at her nether
lips, French kissing them like he would a mouth. Abby nearly came off the bed,
back arching. Then... the piece de resistance. He finally, finally took her
clit in his mouth, suckling lightly as he reached up to finger her now wet
cunt.
Abby came with an explosion of lights behind her eyes, legs shaking and mouth
giving a wordless shout. Mouthing up her body, Harry headed for her breasts,
latching on to one nipple, the world tilting for the girl as she was thrown
back into orgasm. Sensitive, like her mother.
More suckling, pinching and twisting adding in with one hand while he played
her pussy like a harp in the hands of an expert. She was wet now, gushing and
soppy, folds weakly grasping for something more. Little resistance came as
Harry lined himself up, pressing the hot head of his cock to her pussy, the
pants having long since been pushed down below his balls. Throbbing with need
for release himself, he eased in, her stifled cries turning into moaning sobs
as she trembled in his arms.
“Ooooooh, HARRY!” she sobbed, legs coming around his hips as he paused at her
hymen, distracting her with his mouth on her breasts and one hand pulling her
clit into another intoxicating wave of pure pleasure within a mere orgasm. He
completed his push, her contracting vagina making him grit his teeth. She
didn't even notice until he was as far as he could go, almost half his cock
still hanging in the wind. “OH YES, THAT'S PERFECT!”
“Definitely like your mother,” he grunted, starting slow and working his way up
to firm, solid thrusts that had her gurgling with euphoric joy. First orgasm
from fucking, Phase 1: start.
Abby didn't hear or just didn't care that he had compared her to her mother,
screaming like her life depended on it, soon urging him on. “More, more,
please, Master Harry-dear!” she begged, taking her mother's moniker for him for
herself. “Mmmmmmmmmm~ AAAAAAA, MASTER HARRY-DEAR! USE MY BODY, FUCK MY WOMB!”
Smirking at the fast reaction, feeling his magic curl under his skin and to her
loins where they were joined, he moved, hard, fast, and dominate. Still, he was
thirteen and had only been at this three days. He came before he could finish
getting her off. Not that it mattered, come splattering her insides as he
continued to come and move and shag the older teen into the mattress. She was a
goner, head back, body arched, legs tight around his fast moving hips as he
pounded the older girl with a virility her mother had awakened in him. And he
kept. Fucking. Her.
Breathless, eyes rolling in her head, she barely kept conscious through one
orgasm into another, her voice a bare whispered litany of pleas. Harry never
stopped moving, his body thrusting and unsatisfied always.
Laving her breasts gently, he suckled and nipped, pulling deep and holding,
then again and again on each explosion of come from his cock. Abby was sobbing,
holding his head to her. “OH, MASTER HARRY-DEAR, MAKE ME YOURS! LET ME HAVE
YOUR BABIES! SO GOOD, MASTER HARRY-DEAR!”
Eyes glowing with magic, Harry laughed. She was a lot like her mother. Sitting
back, rolling his hips slowly, he reached down to pinch her clit, her young,
supple body bowing off the bed as he allowed himself to come one final time, a
tide of semen bloating her womb and almost surely leaving her a child. Groaning
as he filled her up, he felt himself softening slowly. Always so much come and
always for so long – it would be worrying if he realized just how much it was
in total. But, he did not and being thirteen meant that he bounced back pretty
quick from most anything that he enjoyed.
Abby wasn't as bounce back. Oh, she was bouncy, no mistake, but not bounce
back. She was laid over the bed, legs wide and chest heaving, eyes closed and
mouth gasping. She wasn't even really conscious, her pussy fluttering as her
last orgasm made her toes curl. She was a mess, too, come all over her loins.
Rolling off the bed, Harry was quick to grab a cloth from the bathroom, wetting
it, and cleaning her up before finishing the dishes downstairs and folding the
underclothes basket.
Mandy came in sometime later, her two younger daughters in tow. She was smiling
dangerously, the groceries hanging off her arm not changing that fact. The
sixteen year old looked hungry, eyes fixing on him immediately. The fifteen
year old seemed to be too shy to meet his gaze, shuffling the paper bag, celery
stalks waving like a flag. It was funny seeing as she was a whole three inches
taller than he was.
“So, I figured I may as well let my daughters be properly ruined. Do the
honors, Master Harry-dear?”
Harry felt his lips pull up in a wide, warm smile. He loved being pimped out.
                                      •◘•
Mandy and her daughters Abigail, Danielle, and Marian were quite taken with
Harry very quickly, the teen becoming Master Harry-dear over night. Unknown to
Harry, as an Heir to a Lordship, he was starting to collect a menagerie of
women to repopulate the Potter Line. Once, before the wars, the Potter Family
was greater than the Weasley's in number. Young lords of Italy, France, Spain,
and so many of the other European countries that once held councils of kings
and queens had a Potter at their side, words of wisdom and protection offered
to those they swore loyalty to.
The only things they would not do even under sworn oaths was hurt one of their
own or stray from Their One once found.
But now, because some kings were angry, some queens spurned from the taken
husbands, the Potter Family had dwindled much too fast. The fact that there was
one Heir was affecting the magic of the Potters. Had his father lived, Harry
had been likely to be inundated with siblings once Wartime Footing had
lessened. Now, desperate, the magic of the Potters was reacting to the
situation and taking steps.
Harry was creating something not seen in over two centuries, something that
created itself in the most prolific way possible: a Family Harem. A wild, magic
generated, and often forgotten clause of the families of the Most Ancient
Houses that produced children. With the stagnation of magic in the saturated
areas of the Wizarding World, this clause had not been evoked in quite a while,
leaving Families with only one Heir and seldom a Spare.
The Potters were not of this notion and loved children. So, as they often said
at Christmas (and in bed) More the Merrier. And their original clause stated
this with much brevity. They wanted no mistakes.
Now the Heir was coming into his own. It was time to... expand.
                                      •◘•
Georgina Rothfell was a married woman, unhappy in her marriage and very, very
much in want of a child. Well, a child not her current, spoiled, Daddy's Girl
Princess. She was the spitting image of her father and entirely like him too:
greedy, rude, and foul-tempered hidden with a handsome smile. Georgina, for all
her beauty, wasn't too proud, quite calm and soothing, a gentle soul with a
not-so-gentle husband that was on the cusp of divorcing her and taking all of
her family money.
So, in a fit of pique, she ended up talking to the young widow Mandy Jones.
Despite her many children and early widowhood, Mandy was a sweet, laid back
woman with a different view of the world. It was refreshing and cleansing after
dealing with Mister Rothfell and his Little Princess. Which is how she was
here, right now, spread on a bed nude and blindfolded.
Harry was well aware of what Misses Mandy was doing, giving her the wall eye as
he stared at the pale, porcelain like flesh of the lovely, tantalizing, lithe
Mrs. Rothfell. Not that his cock was down, oh no, standing like a too heavy
hand held to salute. Mandy just happened to be nude too, scrambling up and over
Mrs. Rothfell with a laugh and a kiss for the woman.
“Come on, Master Harry-dear, help Gina out, hmmm?” she purred, rubbing her
ample breasts into the less buxom woman beneath her to a soft, confused moan.
Oh, he thought, why the hell not, right?
Raising a brow, he scooted on the bed, settling in between Georgina's white
thighs, the contrast between the two women startling and stimulating. Fingers
were already at work, Mandy fingering her friend's cunt teasingly, the other
woman arching into it with a startled mew. Hmmm, had she never had an orgasm
before? Shaking his head at the stupidity of other men, the teen ran a fingers
along the folds that elicited a coo. Shrugging, he slid his hand along his
shaft, biting his lip as he angled it to the destination of one sexually
repressed and frustrated Georgina. With Mandy giggling and leaving little
nibbles and kisses over the expanse of her friend, Harry was free to spread
Gina open and watch as his cock was slowly devoured by that hungry, needy
pussy.
“Oh my gracious, oh my gracious, oh my gracious,” babbled the pale skinned
woman, hands reaching around to pull Mandy in close, slanting her mouth along
the other woman's. The darker woman went with it, smirking into the kiss as
Harry carefully fitted himself into his newest conquest. Once as deep as he
could go, he pulled away before getting a niggling feeling of rough, bouncy,
dirty sex.
It seemed the quiet ones were the wild ones.
Without further ado, Harry was moving, hips snapping while he took in Mandy
rubbing her sex and molesting her friend's breast with her mouth. Slapping a
hand to one pert cheek, the darker woman gave a sudden, surprised moan.
Grinning to himself, he leaned forward, biting at the cheek, the skin
lightening at the tension before flooding with blood. Nibbling and licking his
way across the expanse of taunt flesh, he finally found his prize in the wet
folds of her pussy. This double thing wasn't so hard, he mused, Georgina
starting to scream as he sped up, slapping her hip and pinching her clit. She
came with no warning, body locking up as she let out the loudest sound yet, a
ear piercing wail.
Mandy silenced her with a kiss, Harry doing little more than speeding up as he
ate out his first mistress. These women were going to spoil him, he mused,
turning the pale woman on her side, closing her legs as he shagged her hard and
deep, tightening her body by forcing her legs tightly together. Mandy was
impressed with him, her darling Master, using her friend so forcefully yet
gentle and anticipating her needs. It was amazing to watch happen, especially
to a woman who was usually so poised and eloquent.
She was going to make sure her Master had everything. Starting with herself,
her daughters, her friends who were so unhappy, and so many more. It was only
right that her Master had his pick of women with how virile and strong his
manhood and will was. Harry, for his part, was just glad that all that tension
and frustration during school was little more than a long term case of Blue
Balls.
“MOM, I'M HOME!”
It was the youngest girl, Marian. Sleek, usually meek, and often too quiet,
Marry was a total cock slut in bed, wanting to be fucked often and well until
she was unable to walk. Harry was good at that.
Georgina on the other hand was finding it difficult to take, being seen by so
many. “NooooOOOO, OH, YES, MASTER HARRY-DEAR! OH, THE GIRL, SHE'LL SEE ME! OH
NOOOoooooOOOOO~”
Harry grinned, bending over the woman while Mandy moved forward, his mouth
attached to her pussy the entire time making her moan and spasm. Georgina
wasn't sure what to do, crying out as she was ruthlessly fucked, a hard hand
coming down to smack her arse, once, twice, thrice. She screamed the scream of
the sexually fulfilled, curling up tight as Harry finally allowed his first
batch of a large tank drain into her womb, the woman passing out near instantly
from the over stimulation. Rutting her anyway, her body shivering and moaning
for him, he looked to Mandy.
“Do I just keep going...?”
Mandy smiled all teeth and vindictiveness. “Oh yes, Master Harry-dear. She's
yours now, make sure she will remember your mark, yes? It's only right that
Gina gets to be a mother again.”
Shrugging again, he continued, Marry appearing in the door not long after
wards, naked and wet as she stared at the scene. Once Georgina was fucked back
to consciousness, Harry really went to town, hard, fast thrusts that put more
and more of his shaft into the woman until all but an inch or two remained,
unable to force his cock deeper. Come bloated her uterus, filled her fallopian
tubes, ensured a pregnancy and ruined a very rich wife of a terrible husband
for his below average dick and less than stunning personality.
Pulling out, Harry turned to Sandy, getting to his feet so he could bend to her
level, sliding home in one solid thrust that had her screaming too.
“Oh, Master Harry-dear,” Marry pouted, coming to slip along the bed, taking one
of her mother's nipple into her mouth. “I wanna go too.” Turning to the panting
woman beneath them all, she scooted down to lick one breast, humming. “She
needs to breastfeed, she's going to be so full of life!”
Harry chuckled, fast-tracking Mandy to an orgasm as he thrust hard and fast,
deep as he could, banging on her cervix. She came with a howl, juices flooding
down her legs as his seed filled her again, what a wonderful sensation. Sighing
as he pushed her off his cock, laying her on the bed as she shivered in
orgasmic delight, her rolled from the bed, pulling a squealing Marry with him.
Giggling, the teen girl showed off her flexibility, curling one leg over so she
could pin her foot with her hand. This move bared all of her femininity, her
vulva slick with her own juices.
It also made Harry falter for a moment, eyes nearly crossing at the intriguing
possibilities. Then, smirking darkly, he put a firm hand on her leg, holding
her in that position to her wide-eyed surprise, tucking two fingers in her slit
and making sure she wouldn't be too tight for his monster cock, he slid his
dick in, fast and hard. Marry screamed, back arching to press her breasts into
the mattress, other leg kicking out before falling limp. Chuckling a little
breathlessly, the boy slid his monster in and out at a leisurely pace that had
his lovely little lady clawing the sheets and biting a pillow case in
frustrated lust.
Slowing further, he winked at the girl's mother, watching her finger her
indolent friend, the woman moaning a litany of slurred pleas. Cock pressing
tight and deep, the few base inches swaying in the breeze, Harry took his time
with the youngest daughter of his first mistress.
“It's going to be interesting how you tell your friends that you're pregnant,”
he teased just how Marry liked it, silly and a little mean. “Are you going to
tell them a thirteen year old boy bent you over and made you scream his name?
Because that's going to be tough to deal with. Of course, I could just fuck all
your little girl friends and make them pregnant too. Then you wouldn't be so
special.”
The boy didn't see the speculative glint in Mandy's eyes, her sly smile enough
to send Severus Snape high-tailing it out of dodge. He didn't, thus he
continued to tease and rut her daughter, making the girl come no less than four
times before he finally relented and filled her up so much she looked too full.
Stepping back and letting his cock pour some come on the girl, he sighed in
contentment. This was something that he was good at, hell yes, able to keep
going and fucking girls ridiculously well and for long hours. Snorting at his
thoughts, Harry slapped one shapely buttock before cleaning himself and the
women up, soon downstairs to finish fixing the pipe and letting himself out the
front door.
With the women of Number 5 and 6 down for the count, it was time to finish his
Dursley chores.
                                      •◘•
This continued on, Mrs. Gina over on “House Calls” with Mandy, the two letting
this monster cock boy fuck them every day. Mandy, however, had been plotting
and letting her dear friend help her plot. Harry was oblivious as he carried
on, requests for fixing fences, trimming hedges, and mowing lawns flowing in
fast and thick along side his fucking and the Dursley household. He cottoned on
a bit when Number 7 and 10 asked for him that up coming Friday.
One was a sweet little house wife of a much older man, the young woman sick of
her marriage already. The other was a woman with twin daughters who were her
mirror image, a lazy husband, and two boys who did little more than eat and
sleep, both just a year or two older than Harry. Both required assistance.
Harry obliged to meet one at a time.
“Oh, forgive me, Potteru-san, but I am not presentable,” carefully pronounced
the beauty that was no more than eighteen, he figured. She was amazingly
lovely, alabaster skin, raven wing hair that was almost to the floor, brilliant
black eyes – and she was so delicate looking, her Asian origins lending her an
air of Old World perfection caught in the form of a woman.
“No worries,” he murmured, blushing after being caught staring. He cleared his
throat. “How may I be of service?”
There was no warning as he was all but plucked from his feet, the slip of a
woman hauling him in before slamming the door. It took less than a moment for
her to back Harry into the door and kiss the ever loving daylights out of him.
The boy went with the flow for a bit, letting her be aggressive. Turning the
tables was fairly difficult, though, the woman wanting to be in charge yet
wanting him to be in her right now.
Calloused hands ran up her sundress and found only flesh. Grinning, Harry
decided to try something since this woman was more his size. He picked her up,
laying her against a wall as he sprung from his pants like a rocket, her puffy
lips hugging his rod as it slid along her crack and pussy as if she were
sitting on a log. Not even knowing her name, he pressed his weight into her
hips, holding her suspended. “Be a good girl and wrap your legs around me. I'm
gonna stick my dick into your cute little pussy,” he purred one of Marian's
favorite sentences into this woman's ear. “I want you to be my mistress and
bare me a child. Would you like that?”
There were no words forthcoming as the woman wrapped herself around him, a deep
trembling moan her only sound. She was suddenly wet, a gushing heat drenching
his cock. Harry looked, the clear liquid definitely from her pussy as she
shivered and rocked in his arms. Did she just orgasm? Really? Grinning like a
mad beast, the teen pulled his hips away before positioning himself. “Hold on
tight. And if you want to be my cute little mistress too, you have to say it,
pretty girl, or no cum for you.”
She cried out, rocking on the head of his dick and letting her native tongue
roll off her lips in a vehement agreement. He couldn't help the groan she rung
out of him, holding her bum and pressing his rod in. She was small, tight as a
vacuumed fist and barely half of his dick fit. Grunting at the new found
knowledge that the woman was very small all over, he rocked his hips. “Bloody
hell you're tight,” he groaned. “Feels good.”
A sob of a low YES, YES, WANT MORE COCK, LOVE YOU LONG TIME was his reward
before she placed a hand on her belly directly above where his cock was inside
and chanting a lilting, broken spell that had the teen stiffening. Did his lust
get him killed by some woman who was working for Voldemort? Really? In this
case, nooooo, it did not. In fact, it made his night.
The sudden engulfing heat all the way down his cock until her hips were
touching his was unexpected, especially with the distended belly that was
clearly his cock. He boggled, eyes flying wide as saucers. “Dear Merlin,” he
breathed, eyes rolling back for a moment at the intense feel of her pussy. “I
gotta learn that!”
The woman giggled wetly, her muscles contracting and making both her and Harry
cry out. His legs wobbled, pressing him into her harder and, if possible,
pushing his dick deeper. She screamed and cried, jerking as her pussy fluttered
weakly against his shaft, too much cock for her to properly flex those
intriguing feminine muscles. He didn't think about it, leaning in tight,
seeking a nipple beneath her dress as he started rutting her hard and fast, her
body on a continuous roll of one orgasm after another. She was a bit sensitive,
it seemed, more clear fluid splattering over his crotch and up his belly with
the slaps of flesh to flesh. The poor woman thrust her breast into his mouth
when he did find her nipple, keening before she slumped, blacking out.
Harry had been through this part with several women for a while now, so he kept
going, his hips on a piston-like rush to the finish. It didn't take long, at
least, for the woman to come back to herself, screaming hoarsely as she kept
coming and he kept going.
“Noooooooooo, no mooooore!” she sobbed finally, all but limp against him as he
held her to the wall. Nodding in acquiesce to her plea, he kissed her brow.
“Will you be my mistress? Will you bare me a child?” he cooed, feeling like his
balls were going to burst. Being thirteen and asking this question was a bit
weird, but so far all the women he knew wanted to be his mistresses and wanted
to bare a child. Still, it was only polite and proper to make sure before he
knocked up a woman who wasn't ready for a baby.
“YES, PLEASE, MASTER HARI-DEAR!”
Grinning in victory, Harry shifted her up higher before letting her drop down
hard, his cock looking like a log in her belly that was soon going to burst
with seed. “Good girl. Here I go.”
Releasing the tight reign on his own orgasm, he shouted as he filled her up...
and filled her up and up and up. Nothing came back out, not one drop of his
come spilling down her legs. Instead, her belly ballooned out making her appear
far into pregnancy before he pulled out. He was still as hard as ever, but the
woman was done in.
“Okay, well, should I go?” he asked as he helped her down and to the first
chair he found, her wet pussy smearing all over it but otherwise it was clean.
She shook her head, snapping fingers. Instantly four more women approached.
“Breed my cousins, please, Master Hari-dear,” she pleaded, her accent wallowing
on his name. “They are good girls, very good and tight. Like cock and babies
too. Will help teach you spell.”
Rolling up his metaphorical sleeves, Harry grinned as he stepped towards the
four blushing women who were watching his cock swing while he moved. Time to
get down to business. He had another house to hit, after all.
                                      •◘•
After showering and leaving the house with five women down for the count, Harry
continued on to the next house. The woman who answered was... well, a blond
bombshell babe. As were the two naked forms of her apparently twin daughters.
Harry smiled warmly as he came in, starting the process again.
It was so GOOD to be him!
                                      •◘•
***** The Trip: First Stop, Hong Kong *****
Chapter Summary
     More sex and Easter Eggs abounding!
     AND FORUMS SO THAT EVERYONE MAY PARTICIPATE IN HOW THIS GOES! I've
     actually got a working idea on some things now, even if they are
     different worlds. One request has been put in, though it will be one
     of those things that will take a bit to write in - don't be shy!
      
     (EDIT: Fixed the honorific mistakes, poked at the story some, and
     finally found a computer to start writing everything I have written
     down for the next two chapters!)
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Monday was a weird one after that crazy, hectic Friday. Having Saturday and
Sunday to himself to do his homework (which he was really motivated to do for
some reason – unless it was Snape's, his was still annoying) and catch up with
the chores at the Dursley's, Monday was... quiet. There were no women screaming
out YES, MASTER HARRY-DEAR or new houses to visit. Mandy with her daughters and
young sons were on a trip to London to stock up on new clothing, Mrs. Gina was
catering a business dinner of her husband's, Kimiko (for that was the Asian
woman's name) and her cousins were back in their home country for a reunion or
something, and Mrs. Diane with her twin daughters Cecily and Paris were at a
week long spa after their hands-on marathon Sex-Ed with Harry.
It was too quiet, he finally decided.
“HARRY POTTER!”
Or not. Petunia wasn't calling his name just to hear her own voice, so the teen
made himself somewhat presentable and ambled down the stairs. She was in the
kitchen, the horse like woman sniffing at the sight of him, bottom lip caught
between teeth making them jut in a caricature of a squirrel or beaver. He
resisted the urge to cackle at the image, mentally soothing that urge with a
well placed memory of Mandy. “Yes, Aunt Petunia?”
The woman sneered at him before setting a pamphlet before him detailing a trip
over one month through China and Japan to broker a deal with drills. The same
one Vernon had been babbling about earlier that week. The thin woman sat
delicately at her table, folding her hands. “It is unfortunate that you are
going as well – apparently, Vernon-dear's boss found out about you and now you
are invited. We cannot decline. You can't stay here because that very rich man
will want to know why. So, you are going.”
Reclining back in her stiff chair by the barest of increments, she pursed her
lips. “This means no funny business from you, boy.”
Harry just kind of sat there, eyes wide. There was no way this was happening.
Did he get hit with a luck spell? Maybe Fortune and Kindness were being
especially generous... or very angry with how well his life had been going.
Trying to find words, he flapped his lips soundlessly before clearing his
throat. “Yes, Aunt Petunia. What should I pack?”
                                      •◘•
Fortunate for Harry, he had a week to pack. Mandy called to check on him,
asking him to do a special favor that coming Monday and Tuesday – apparently
there was a problem that only he could fix that Petunia bought hook, line, and
sinker. The teen didn't much ask, happy to help out however he could. Which
meant more women for his harem (he's found that word in one of the trashy dime
novels Petunia read and not so discreetly removed from the house. What can he
say, he was that bored and at least it helped him understand what women in
general expected) and a nice long ride with a new lady (or two) that would
satisfy his Blue Ball conundrum. Amazing what happens after having sex
constantly then being cut off.
So Monday afternoon, he was over at the mother of five's house, letting himself
in to the locked backdoor and smiling when he saw a cute young woman, probably
not much older than him with wavy brown hair, small rectangular glasses, and a
figure most men would kill to see much less touch. Harry was going to do that
all and more. “Hello,” he said warmly, voice welcoming as the cute girl looked
up, startled. “I'm Harry.”
She swallowed, his mind comparing her to an older Hermione mixed in with that
Yank cartoon based around a great dane and a bunch of older teens fighting
masked figures. Cute, awkward, and plump all around. “I-I'm A-Amy,” she
stuttered softly, biting her lip. “Pleased t-to meet you.”
Chuckling, he came further into the room, crowding into little Amy's space, his
height just shy of her own. She was a bit plump, bum large and soft, belly a
little more full, breasts the size of cantaloupes that pressed against the
downy soft blue cardigan. Gorgeous.
“E-excuse me?” she hiccuped, fiddling with her hem, the sleeves long enough to
cover the tops of her hands.
Harry blinked before smiling. “Sorry, thinking aloud. I can't help but think
you're quite lovely.”
The girl went red as he walked her back into a wall, hands coming to rest on
her hips. “I'm guessing Abigail told you about me, then? She said something
about a terrible, no-good boyfriend. And truly horrible, bad sex, which is a
pity because you are absolutely mind-bogglingly sexy and I would like to remove
those bad memories and give you some better ones.”
The girl was absolutely red but her breath was picking up, her eyes going
unfocused as she stared at him. He smiled winningly, her legs pressing together
even as he leaned in, snuggling his face into her shirt where her cleavage was.
Grinning up at her, she licked her lips, her mouth opening enough to show
braces that were hard to see on her perfectly cleaned teeth. Definitely like
Hermione. “Take your top off, luv. I'm going to start there and work my way
down. I do something you don't like or you want to try something, let me know.”
Harry had deflowered up to five young virgin teens and amazingly two grown
women (cousins to the Asian woman Kimiko) so he had a pattern established for
these kids of things. Sort of. Amy was acting like a virgin, more or less. It
was working anyway, the older girl removing her top and letting Harry look his
fill at the tiny sports bra that hid the magnificence of her body. With a wink,
he was soon pushing that up and over her breasts, her voice stuttering on an
intake of air. Nipples large and stiff jutted towards his mouth and he obliged,
licking the first before sucking it in, immediately setting to feeding off her
breast. There was no milk, but he treated it like a hungry babe. Amy seemed
okay with it if her mewl was anything to go by.
Switching over to the other one, he bit a little harder, gauging her threshold.
That was something she definitely liked, grabbing his head and pulling it
tighter, whimpering as she lifted a leg around his waist. “Oh...fuck,” she
gasped, head back. “Oh, yes, hurt me so good...”
This perked him up, his attention sharpening. Alright, then. Grinning around
the pert flesh in his mouth, he pulled and twisted the other nipple painfully,
the girl screaming a sharp, echoing YES in approval. Little Good Girl Amy liked
Pain. It was cute and new, a bit strange, but completely doable. After all,
Mandy liked pain sometimes too. Pulling his mouth from her breasts, he looks at
the heavy swells, grinning at her heaving breaths that make them sway. “On the
floor, on your knees, elbows down. I think it's time for me to punish little
Amy for not telling me she likes pain.”
Stepping back, he watched as she did so, no questions asked, broad bum in the
air, the curves forcing her pleated skirt to roll up her hips and bare the soft
lace of her panties. The crotch had a bit of a wet spot already, but it was
going to be absolutely sloppy wet before he tried anything at all. He was a
good guy like that – really.
(Had nothing to do with his oral fixation at all.)
Peeling her panties down off her softly curved bum, he slid his hands over the
smooth, fluffy flesh, silky to the touch and pliable. One hand lashed forward,
slapping a bright red hand print across one cheek. She squeaked and then moaned
in a happy way that assured him, his hand rubbing the bright red mark. He did
the same to the other side, chuckling at her yelp that devolved into a happier
sigh.
Humming a song that one of Mandy's daughter's introduced him to, he started to
slap the tempo and bass into the soft, rippling flesh of her body. It didn't
take long to realize Amy was nearly mindless, cooing and purring as her
backside was blistered red by his hands. Squatting down behind the girl, Harry
looked at the puddle of clear fluid that dripped from her loins down her thighs
and to the floor.
Smirking, he pulled his cock from his trousers, lined himself up, and slipped
into her very tight, very slick hole. The sound she made was gratifying as he
massaged her plump bum. “OOOoooOOOOooo, yes...” she mewed, “make me feel
goooood...”
Harry smiled at the satisfied sound of her voice, quick to start pushing
himself as deep as he could while pulling her up, tucking his chin over her
shoulder as she leaned back into him. One hand went directly to her clit,
pinching and twisting it harder than he would normally, her reactions
reassuring. The other went to her breasts, pulling and grabbing hard enough to
bruise. She loved it, Amy letting her voice rise on a orgasmic scream.
She went limp, a purring coo loosing from her lips. Harry pressed a kiss to her
throat, forcing her to spread her thighs wider as he moved. Amy was making
little surprised noises, hands fluttering to try and do something but unsure of
what to do. Harry took one, placing it on his neck, fingers curling in his
hair. The other he put to her neglected breast, her eyes flying wide. He was
going to make her part of this dance, gently urging her to participate in her
own pleasure. Amy was still so hesitant until he used her fingers to pinch her
own nipple. Shouting defiantly, the young woman was soon urging him on again,
hand busy with causing her own bruising, her own pleasure through pain. The
harsh, loving slap to her clit at the deepest thrusts that butted up against
her cervix in a perfect blend of pain and orgasm inducing seduction of her body
had her melting like butter on a hot plate.
Time meant nothing as she was gently and persistently ruined with the sharpness
of Harry and his intense roughness that was like the sweetest, most tender love
making to her. So when Harry asked gently if she would be his and only his
forever, she swooned and never thought to say no. The swelling feel of Harry
filling her womb with his seed was enough to make her realize her vow... and
not care that she had just given her entire rest of her life to this man in the
guise of a boy.
“Love you, Master Harry-dear,” she breathed, head on his shoulder.
Harry just smiled as he held her tightly. His family was growing.
                                      •◘•
Tuesday brought Gina, skin as pale as butter milk and flaxen hair in coiffed
curls with her figure hugging crimson dress flaring around her knees. She had a
young woman with her, hair more like a soft brown, pulled up in a tail. Skin
the same buttermilk pale, she had delicate golden freckles over her nose and
shoulders where her pink summer dress bared skin. Face pulled into a sneer, she
looked at her mother. “Alright, you bitch, what did you want, already?! I mean,
you're wasting my valuable time.”
Well, that solved that problem. That was Gina's daughter.
Walking up behind her daughter, the older woman grabbed her wrist, slapped a
police-type handcuff on, and walked the younger girl into the kitchen as she
screeched and snarled. Harry didn't move from the breakfast bar, munching on an
apple as Misses Georgina Rothfell slapped her daughter into shocked silence
before hauling her other arm back and cuffing that one to the first, arms
settling loosely along the bratty child's back. Pushing the girl into the
kitchen counter, holding her chest down, the mother produced a leather ball gag
with a beatific smile that she eagerly slid into her daughter's mouth.
“Master Harry-dear, this is Candice. Please, take care of her and make her a
good girl again. I'm afraid her father has tampered with her too much for me to
properly chastise,” the lovely woman sighed, looking at her child with an
almost forlorn emotion. “I just want my sweet little girl back.”
Harry smiled at the mother, coming up beside her as he pressed a kiss to Gina's
cheek. “I actually think we should do this, starting with you.”
By now, Candice was struggling, Gina holding her down with a hand on the back
of her dark haired head. Harry winked, taking one of the blond's hands into his
own and helped her land the first lick.
Candice screamed through her gag, snarling wetly as she started to drool.
Raising a brow, the teen gestured for the mother to continue. Looking a mite
lost, the blond did, her daughter jerking and shouting gargled expletives. A
fire lit in the eyes of the mother, her heart hardening to the child she had
given life to. Feeling angry, she started to really get into the punishment of
her daughter.
“You have been... rude... foul-tempered... arrogant... contemptuous...!” she
woman ranted as she slapped and smacked her daughter's bum through her little
princess-type summer dress. “You have treated people terribly and I refuse to
let it continue!”
Chest heaving, the blond stopped as she noticed Candice's sobs into the gag,
make up running and smearing black across her face. Panting for breath, the
lovely mother shook out her stinging hand, Harry watching with a soft smile.
Gina was coming so far from that cowed, scared little shut in and blossoming
into a tiger lily that snarled back with a delicate beauty that wasn't quite so
delicate at all. It was quite lovely to watch. Stepping back as the mother went
around wipe away the tears and makeup, Harry couldn't help that he stroked
himself lightly through his trousers. Watching Gina get angry was, quite
gloriously, one of the most ridiculously hot things he had seen since Mandy
accosted him in the kitchen that first day.
Maybe it was something about women coming into their own?
Shrugging, he waited as mother and daughter stared at one another, the girl
turning her eyes away. Satisfied, the older woman leaned in, whispering
something into one ear, hands petting her daughter's hair. The girl shivered,
nearly quivering as the matriarch pressed a loving kiss to her brow. Walking to
Harry, Gina leaned down the few inches to kiss her Master Harry-dear
passionately before pointing at her child. “Go on, luv. She needs a little
positive reinforcement for proper behavior.”
Chuckling at the very idea, he tipped an imaginary hat to the mother before
gently spreading his hands under and up the pink dress, lifting the hem to the
girl's waist. She sobbed a little, the boy frowning slightly. Georgina was
Candice's mother, of course, and her permission was granted, but... Well, never
mind, Candice would enjoy his attentions, he was sure.
Pulling her panties down, he stared at the very red bum, her pussy not even the
least bit wet. She was not one for pure pain, he assumed most correctly,
pressing little butterfly kisses to the heated skin.
Moving towards the crease of her vulva, he looked at the remarkably bare loins,
the heat in his cock making him want to bounce the girl on his pole right now.
Ignoring the urge, he kissed her lips, tongue gliding along the edges in a
teasing manner. There was a sharp intake of air, the girl jumping slightly
before a soft croon was his answer. It took some time coaxing her to be calm
and relaxed, his mouth working as he started eating her out quite ardently.
First her crease, vulva, the very tips of her inner lips that lead to her core;
she was squirming well before he was ready to do anything too lavish, hitching
one leg over a stool to spread herself wide to his view. The piercing was a new
one on him, though. Tugging it gently, he got an instant reaction that had
Candice thrashing on the counter, chest heaving as she squirmed. Amused at the
intensity, Harry decided to go hard ball, sealing his mouth to her pussy as he
fucked her with his tongue and teeth and lips. Oh, oh yeah, there she went.
Clear fluid started to build now, slower than he would like, but the girl was
quietly coming to terms now, sighing and cooing with abandonment. Gina finally
sat by her daughter's head, combing her hair. “I know what your father does,
Candy. I think it's time you actually enjoyed an encounter with someone for no
other reason than you want to than out of duty. Your father has abused your
trust and faith in him – I think it is time that you realize how badly he has
treated you.”
Harry smiled as he pressed one, two, three fingers into the girl's vagina,
swirling them around as he nibbled and sucked on her clitoral hood, tugging her
piercing just enough to tease her. With legs going weak, the young teen boy
slipped a stool under her belly to keep her upright. Then he made love to her
lips with his mouth, the girl slowly starting to yip and croon, getting louder
and more strident before tapering off into a muffled scream. Harry didn't think
much of it as he continued, rubbing himself through his trousers as he made
Candy ride through her orgasm on his face and straight into another that had
her slobbering and sobbing with muffled pleas.
Then he choked, looking down to see Gina mouthing his length through the cloth.
She winked at him before undoing his zipper and pulling down the waistband so
that she could take his cock and balls out, licking his sack as she pumped
along his rigid girth. Sucking one nut into her mouth, the older woman hummed
God Save the Queen spiritedly. Harry moaned against Candy as her mother worked
his dick like a cock sucking goddess, feeling really into his work of turning
the woman's daughter into a sweet young woman with a lust for sex and hopefully
his cock.
Then he felt a long lick up from the base to the tip, a tongue delving into the
slit with a hungry groan. Harry felt his eyes roll, suckling a little too hard
on Candy's clit making her legs jitter and thump into the stool that held her
up which in turn made it slide. Gina chuckled, rubbing her breasts against his
thighs and knees as she sucked him down her throat bit by bit. She wasn't able
to take it down far but Harry had never had a real blow job and his intense and
sudden love of them showed such.
“Dear Morgana's tits, Gina-luv, that's clever good,” he groaned, cheek pressing
into Candy's thigh. “Bloody hell!”
Candy moaned in protest, shaking her hips when he stopped servicing her. Gina
couldn't help but giggle as she pulled back, letting his cock slip from her
mouth. “Does my little Candy want Big Strong Master Harry-dear to put his
magnificent massive member in your delicious dainty dew pot?”
The girl seemed on the fence about it, knees shaking as she tried to think.
Gina hesitated one second before decisively flicking the clit piercing on her
daughter. The girl flinched, voice shrilling as she shook and wavered, moaning
when her mother continued to abuse the pleasure center of her loins. Harry
leaned back to watch, feeling like this should be wrong but seeing it was so
right. Not to mention that his cock was getting harder just looking at them.
“Would you like my cock, Candy?” he asked, petting her hip. She finally nodded,
her tongue working furiously on the ball gag before it slipped from her mouth,
her hips twisting and rocking as her mother played her.
“Oooooh, God, yes,” she moaned. “Can't take it, never been so good, want to
feel so, so good, please, please, please...”
Harry laughed as he pulled himself up and pressed the head to her wet pussy,
hearing her inhale sharply before pushing in at a slow, steady pace. She was
tight, too used to dinky dongs. The slow stretch had her coming all over him,
her head thumping to the counter as she breathlessly cried out. He kept going,
placing a hand on her mons and murmuring a certain spell that allowed her body
to take all of him, her bum meeting his belly as she screamed out an incoherent
word of supplication. Then he really went to work, winking at a flushed and
greedy Gina as she scooted back, laying on the floor so she could finger
herself as her Master ruined her daughter in the best way.
Fast, faster, fastest, he rode the girl until she begged for a moment, petting
her heaving sides and smirking at her mother. Cupping her clit and piercing, he
leaned over her back. “Would little Candy like to become my mistress? Would you
like to have my cock whenever you wanted it, wherever you wanted it? Do you
want to take my cock and my seed so that my child will grow in your cute little
body?” he asked seriously before a terribly worrisome expression overcame his
face. It was quite devious. “Share me with sister mistresses so that I give you
a break? Because I can do this for hours, Candy. Hours and hours...”
She sobbed before giving in, pressing back into him. “Oh gods, HARRY! Please,
you're too much! Fuck me so hard, make me your pretty bitch! I want your
puppies!”
Harry snorted to himself – apparently Candy was way into roleplay. Well, he
would just have to get her a collar then. “Good bitch. Now you get a reward.”
So saying, he slammed her hips back into his, flesh smacking wetly as he
started to ride her, leaning up to grab a handful of hair and pull. She cried
out as she came again, the tenderly rough treatment doing something for her.
Harry kept it up, hoping to make her pass out – he was becoming quite fond of
that. Candy unwittingly obliged, slumping in exhaustion, his cock continuing to
plunder her pussy. A quick smack to her hip had her back in the waking world,
screaming her love of Master Harry-dear to the heavens before he allowed
himself to come, filling her up and up and up, the spell effectively making her
a cavern for his baby batter. Gina was beside herself, not questioning the Sex
God's abilities, holding her arms out in wordless petition for a similar
treatment.
As soon as Candy was lain gently on the floor in a quivering, panting mess, he
pulled away, scooting over to Gina with a smirk.
It was a perfect day to be Harry James Potter.
                                      •◘•
It had taken an hour to get through the gates at the airport, Harry glad that
he was used to being patient. Well, sort of. There was at least three girls who
were not converted to monster cock and Cunning Linguists, one of which was a
Veela going to France, and the other two a set of fraternal twins who may or
may not have also been Veelas.
The flight attendant was quite flustered when she met him, too. Maybe she had
seen his performance? Or heard it? It was possible, the airport was very
crowded. Winking at the blushing woman, he seated himself in the appropriate
chair and got ready for a long, long, long flight. Thirty minutes after
boarding, though, he changed his mind as his new cute, long, pink haired
companion slipped in beside him. She was dainty all over, glass green eyes and
a fairly elegant black dress suit on. She was breathtaking, he mused, even if
her heart seemed a little less glad than one would think.
“Who broke your heart?” he blurted out before turning red from hairline to the
tips of his toes, hunching in on himself. That was no way to say something to a
lady!
At least the woman didn't take offense, chuckling lightly. “Ah, such old eyes.
But perhaps I should know your name before we trade any secrets.” She held out
her hand. “I am Washu Hakubi.”
“Harry Potter, a pleasure,” he said with a faint depreciating smile at himself.
“Sorry about that – I sometimes blurt out my thoughts.”
Washu waved it off, winking. “No worries, Harry. You just remind me of a very
dear friend.”
Before they could get farther, however, a young woman with blue hair and ruby
eyes popped in. She bounced on her toes, nearly giddy with some news as she
twirled up to Washu, speaking rapidly in Japanese.“Oh, Washu-san! This is so
exciting! I can't believe you let me come, thank you so much!”
The woman smiled, patting her head before pointing to the chair across the
aisle. “Sit, Mayuka-chan. It is rude to leave our new friend out of the
conversation.” The girl plopped down, hands on her knees and little false-dawn
blue dress with a butterfly bow at the breasts barely covering her thighs. She
was maybe fifteen, sixteen, thin and like a butterfly herself. Really, both of
the ladies were quite charming and lovely and he felt himself flush as his rod
stiffened like a heat seeking missile at the bounty of beauty his eyes were
feasting on. Hands going straight to his lap, he was glad that the small
pillows were provided in the seats, using one for at least some coverage.
Washu noticed, quite intrigued before smirking. A knowing look crossed her
eyes, the attendants of the flight scurrying around to make sure everyone was
seated and belted in for take off. Making some small talk for the next fifteen
minutes while the flight stabilized, the diminutive doctor leaned over, her
cleavage giving a clear shot that she wasn't wearing a bra and most likely not
even panties. Harry gulped as she whispered in his ear.
“Meet me in the rear attendant quarters in two minutes. Don't keep me waiting.”
Harry felt himself salute in his trousers, a low groan slipping from his lips
as he clutched the pillow tighter still. Watching the woman walk off wasn't
helping either. He counted to thirty before not so casually standing up and
with pillow in hand, walking to the back curtained area, Washu having already
taken over one of the small sleeping cabins available for the hard working men
and women of the air lines. Cocking a finger, the woman lay back on her arms.
“Well, darling?”
Harry was never so glad that he was on this flight.
Not a moment later, he was crawling over her, looking at her body, her clothing
folded on the other end of the cramped bunk. She was a natural pink haired
woman, he supposed, arms holding him up. “Ah, foreplay? Cunniligus? Or straight
to business?”
The tiny woman grinned at her options. “Foreplay. Show me what you know and
I'll see about helping expand that knowledge.”
Harry nodded before starting slowly, running his hands along her sides and up
to her breasts. Cupping them, he plucked one nipple, then the other, watching
her face as it went from Teacher Mode to something a lot more common for him to
witness: Lust. He grinned as he slowly warmed the unusual woman up, nipping and
kissing all over her breasts, shoulders, stomach, and hips. She was responsive
like someone used to sex, but discovering that it could be better. It was fun
and endearing to watch her fall apart, Harry feeling like this could be his
favorite kink. Making women swoon and moan was so much fun and quite lovely.
What he didn't know and what Washu would figure out thirty seconds after orgasm
was that Harry Potter was full of rich, intoxicating power that rippled all
over her body not unlike Tenchi's amazing abilities curled from his hands.
Harry, however, exuded a power that was geared towards making his sexual
companions not only comfortable with him, but exceedingly receptive and even
willing to do things that they normally would not – like bare his child. It was
fascinating and while she was awash in physical pleasure, the small doctor was
analyzing everything for a later look through when her mind wasn't turning to
mush.
Using dexterous fingers, Harry teased her vulva, slipping his fingers into the
dew-slicked slit to tease and wiggle. Washu bit her lip, shivering. Sucking a
nipple into his mouth, the teen boy drug a finger across her clit, thumb
curling down to penetrate her pussy just enough to show it was there and
leaving her feeling empty and desperate. There was a moment, a single,
limitless clarity, she felt, before her body roared its way into an orgasm that
likes of which she hadn't felt in what was possibly centuries.
Sitting back on his heels as he waited for Washu to catch her breath, Harry
smiled. “So, I always ask this and I want you to understand that if you say no,
that's okay too, we can definitely keep going, I just won't penetrate, but...”
His face grew heated. “Um, would you like to be a part of my family?”
He waved his hands before she opened her mouth. “You're not the only one, no,
but you won't be shuffled off and forgotten or anything like that, and you'll
get to take a breather in between sessions because, let's face it, I last
tapped out at nine and three-quarter hours and the five women involved were
beyond exhausted. Though if you say yes, you will have a pregnancy – I haven't
figured out what contraception works yet. Nothing mundane or a little more
esoteric has worked so far.”
Now, Harry isn't the smartest, no, but he has been hanging out with a menagerie
of women who are usually more than willing to continue his education in more
than just magic studies. It would only do for their Master to be the best in
everything – and he had a steep learning curve when motivated properly. So his
vocabulary expanded quite a bit in just under a month as well as his perception
of his lovers. That led to Washu trying to catch her breath as this masterful
young man gave her options that most adult men wouldn't even think about. She
felt something in her heart lurch at the mere idea of having another child, a
sorrow winding up her throat but the sincere, kind eyes of the teen was more
than enough to push that away.
He was willing to give her not only a family – which she kind of has now,
except she's outgrowing them – but a child of her own, one that he would,
seemingly, claim with joy. So young, but so very responsible. She opened her
arms, cradling him close as she kissed him like she hasn't kissed anyone in a
long time. Harry went with it, letting her lead until she curled a leg around
his hip, pulling him close as his power washed over her skin like a shock.
It didn't hurt that she would happily get to perform all kinds of experiments
on him later – she would get her way.
“Yes, Harry. Make me your family, give me your child,” she purred into his
mouth. “I dare you.”
Well, that was a kind of dare he could get behind with extreme glee. Pulling
her leg up on his hip, he leaned over her as he placed his cock at her
entrance. Her eyes widened. She had known he was a big boy... but this was a
monstrous boy. She almost said something before he was pressing in, the slick
of her loins letting him slip right in. She felt her eyes roll, his body
pressing so deep it felt like he was trying to go through her. A noise left
her, involuntary and encouraging as he started rocking, enjoying the sight of
her tight body speared on his cock. He couldn't bottom out, barely got half in,
but the sight of her spread around his dick was pretty nice.
“Such a cute woman,” he mused aloud, flicking a pert nipple. Washu arched up,
her body reacting as if she was new to this dance, legs hugging him tightly.
“One question for you, Washu: does your dress have any give? Because I want to
see all of my cock in your cute pink cunt.”
Scrambling across the bed, hands bunching sheets, the tiny woman stuttered a
breath as she tried to find her voice. “Ooooh, oh fuck, yes, Harry, yes. Cute
little Washu's dress is stretchy~!”
Smirking, the teen tugged a lock of hair. “Oh good, then this won't be a
problem at all.”
Feeling the gathering of power over her uterus, the scientific doctor looked
with lazy concentration, eyes widening when the power finished building only to
go into her body, like an explosion of sexual heat right in the cortex. Then,
amazingly, Harry's giant cock slid all the way in – all the way in, her pussy
flush to his firm abs. A definite lump in her belly gave truth to that fact,
her vagina stretched hard and good around his shaft. It was... this power was
alike and yet dissimilar to Tenchi's and she had to know more about it, to
study it and learn about it.
Amazingly enough, that very thought was too much as she came, his cock
hammering away at her insides in ways that a man hadn't done in far too long,
she thinks faintly. Harry for his part was enjoying watching this grown woman
burst at the seams with his phallic rod, her insides churned by his
determination to keep going and going and going. Riding through the orgasm, he
fucked her harder, hips snapping tightly as he lifted her legs, draping them
over one shoulder. This forced her to be tighter, her muscles clenching like a
vise as the teen used this woman's cute pink pussy until she was coming
again... and then again!
Washu was nearly drowning, her body against her mind as she felt the thought of
too much, too good slip across her mind for only a second. That didn't matter.
His cock in her pussy mattered. The rough, sweet treatment of him rutting her
fiercely mattered. The power gathering like an avalanche in his loins against
her own mattered.
Harry kept going. He went for well over an hour, Washu becoming exhausted, her
body protesting anymore movement, her pussy in constant flutters as he
alternated in flicking her nipples and pinching her clit. Yet he kept moving, a
machine of continuous, ever changing fucking as she fought to remain in the
land of the aware. It was for naught, her eyes closing against her will as he
pushed her limits in ways that she had never been pushed. He watched as she
suddenly stopped trying to move with him, her body sprawled in the limited
space. It was... adorable, really.
So, he slowed, rocking and rolling his hips as he counted down the time,
impressed with the woman when she came back with little prompting, leaning
forward to position her. “Okay, Washu. One last orgasm and I will fill you up.”
It sounded like a promise, he thought, pushing her legs against her own
shoulders to hold there. Winking, he pulled almost all the way out, the head of
his cock sticking at the lips before slamming back home in a brutal pace that
had the woman incoherent in mere seconds. It didn't take long before she was
coming, body flexing as Harry grunted over her. Still rocking, pressing close
when a jet of semen left his dick, the boy moaned lowly. Washu, for her part,
was starting to fill up, her uterus ballooning slowly into a pregnant looking
state, her ovaries full to bursting with his baby batter.
Pulling back a little, the teen swiped his forehead. The low, startled gasp was
enough to have him look, little Mayuka standing there red faced and chest
heaving. The hand up her cute little skirt is more than enough to clue him in.
Looking back at Washu, he tilted his head.
“So, about adding another family member...?”
The woman laughed, too tired to really complain about him making an addition
that she was sure would at least make it easier for her to tap out. Good
gracious heavens in all the skies, this boy was a machine with that cock of
his! And he was still hard!
Feeling him remove his cock, the pink haired woman rolled to her side, tugging
the skittish Mayuka into the bunk. The older teen bit her lip, blushing. “Do
I...?”
A warm hand pulling at her dress is enough to get the normally outgoing girl to
strip, her modesty being mainly nonexistent. Harry smiled, tugging on the side
of her panties, the pink and white cheery blossom lace a nice touch to her
skin. “Um, yes, same rules, Washu.”
The woman waved him on – he was going to be the master of the house eventually,
and having a “mother figure” offer her daughter was going to have to become
second nature soon – and he smiled gently as the girl leaned back, legs
splaying. “Can I keep my panties on? Only... I've just had this fantasy where a
guy pulls them to the side and fucks me like an animal! Can we, master? Can we,
can we?”
Feeling more than indulgent, the boy chuckled, tugging on the thin lace. “Why
not?” he supposed, twisting fingers into her hole. She was so very wet just
from watching. Was this girl a pervert? It sure seemed like it. Kind of like
Amy. “Foreplay or the good stuff?”
Grinning at his teasing tone, she opened her arms. “Good stuff, mister, and no
skimping!” Not giving her a moment to think about that statement which
basically made her a mistress already, he moved her panties over, pressed his
cock head to the tiny twat, and slowly worked his way in to soft breathless
sighs.“Oooooh, Washu, he's so big!”
The woman chuckled wickedly, her body a languid mess. “Oh, yes he certainly
is.”
Mayuka squirmed, hands feeling useless as she was forced apart in the best way.
Her new Master was a great lover – she had seen him with Washu, of course – but
she liked knowing what to do. Harry seemed to take care of that, leaning close,
one hand on her stomach, the other on her twining wrists to hold them up above
her head. “This will feel...”
Well, he shrugged, he had no idea. But Washu just winked. “Best stretch of your
life, Mayuka-chan. He's going to ruin you for any other possible lovers,
promise!”
Grinning at the excited look that well up on Mayuka's face, the teen pressed in
tight while muttering a string of words almost familiar. The tight press of his
cock kissing her cervix and filling her up didn't lessen; oh no, it got better,
the tight feeling stretching out and when the blue haired girl looked, her body
was literally bulging with his dick. She never even got to the really good
part, blacking out. Harry chuckled as he rolled his hips while waiting for her
to “resurface” in the world of the living. Washu was deeply impressed with the
teen; he was clearly not what she had expected!
Tugging on one of her earrings to monitor the boy, she patted the bulging dent
in her, ah, adopted daughter's abdomen. Time travel shenanigans, healing
breakthroughs, and a lot of time away from a suspicious Tenchi helped Mayuka be
alive today. Ryoko and Ayeka had been awfully fishy about her long hours and
days away from the house too, but she had fallen a little in love with the idea
of another daughter and had been more than eager to piddle about the time line
for Tenchi's biological child. She was a big old softy, lay off.
“...M'nyah~” cooed the blue haired girl, arching up as Harry pressed all the
way in, eyes opening but seeing nothing as her mind purred. At the signal that
she was aware and awake, the boy leaned down to kiss her cheek, plucking a
nipple before sucking it into his mouth. The girl cried out, wrapping her arms
around his head.“Oh, Harry-sama! You are the best, so very best, want your
coooooock~!”
Washu chuckled, her body still warm as the teen displayed his prowess with a
woman's body in ways men twice his age couldn't even begin to touch. Mayuka
whined, his hand still trapping her hands to the bed making her heat up, legs
pulling him closer as she whimpered and mewed for more. Harry obliged, fucking
the blue girl deeply, fast and strong strokes in and out, in and out. She
squealed when she came this time, Harry groaning as he let his body buck into
hers and flood her body with his seed. The teen girl turned into a puddle of
happy goo, cuddling her new master close.
Washu was mildly baffled and endeared at the same time. This boy was such a
stud, it was unheard of! And the power fluctuations – she was salivating to get
started on some research! Then Harry pulled back, his cock not wilted yet.
“So... want to go again?”
Washu jumped on the chance – it was for research anyway.
                                      •◘•
Landing was a quick, precise affair that had many a woman and man from the
second level rushing out with the intent to find lovers or to take care of
their own personal business. Harry was helping Washu and Mayuka from the plane,
one woman on each arm as they walked. Vernon stood with a fairly handsome man,
clearly Asian features showcasing unusually colored eyes, nearly amber instead
of brown. In a well tailored suit and tie, he waited calmly beside the nearly
snarling walrus of a man, his suit not quite so well done, tie askew, and a
large stain on his white shirt that looked like a whole coffee went down his
front.
“Ah! You must be Mista Potterhu,” the man said with a deep accent on the
English. Harry nodded politely before turning to the two lovely women. Taking
Washu's hand, he pressed a very gallant kiss the the back, then turned to
Mayuka to do the same.
“It was a pleasure, ladies,” he murmured, watching them walk off, two numbers
sitting in his pocket that were nearly priceless. Smiling, he turned back to
the calmly waiting Asian man. “Forgive me, I was just thanking those two ladies
for making the ride a pleasure.”
The man just nodded, bowing lightly. Harry felt a little awkward but returned
the motion a little more deeply to the man's obvious pleasure. “I understahnd,
Mista Potterhu. Please, the rest of your family is waiting.”
Barely hiding a grimace at the mention of the fat walrus better known as Vernon
Dursley and his horse wife Petunia, not including their boar of a son Dudley,
the teen collected his one bag and followed along quickly. Sliding into one of
two cabs with the unknown man and Petunia, they were promptly whisked away to a
boutique where men and women rushed to clothe the Dursley family and Harry in
traditional wear. “My boss Takaya will be wishing to dine at a proper
restaurant tonight,” he began, watching as Petunia was taken away to a dressing
room. Vernon was taken to the back, the men with him tut-tutting over his obese
form and the need for more formal Sumo oriented wear. “You will quickly learn
the etiquette needed for this important meeting.”
Harry jumped when a fairly androgynous being came over and whisked his shirt
off only to swallow a gasp. It may have been a bit disconcerting to see so many
scars on a teen, but he was so used to them now after the dorms that Harry
didn't think anything of them. Light colored criss-crossing along his back, a
large hole in his left upper arm from the basilisk and still pink-white, across
his arms and chest from Dudley's game of Harry Hunting – it was just a part of
him now and no big deal. That didn't stop the man at his back from going quite
pale at the sight, the tan of the boy's skin making the marks look much worse,
more fresh.
“I'll get my pants, thanks,” he muttered with a becoming blush, keeping a hand
on the button and zip. He was still without underclothing and while not shy, he
was aware that his thing was a bit unusually sized. That didn't stop the pretty
unknown from going for them anyway, quickly leaving him tugging at his trousers
to keep them from falling to his ankles and revealing his dick. “Ummmmm, help?”
Getting a hold of himself, the Asian man was quick to spy a garment that he
thought could be perfect for the boy, twisting it up and around broad, sun-
darkened shoulders. “Here, Potterhu, arms through and then we can let them
drop, yes?”
Quick to slap his arms into the holes, Harry held the yukata closed with one
while tugging at something in his trousers with the other. Plucking his wand
from the pocket, he sighed in relief as he withdrew it into the over-large
sleeve. The handsome Asian man felt his eyes widen at the Western wand. There
were many Potters in the England and America, but only one family that he knew
of that was once the advisers to the great rulers of China. He would have to
inform the boss immediately!
Ignorant to the turmoil he had produced, Harry stepped out of his trousers. The
assistant was quick to start tucking and tying, eyes going wide at the lack of
fabric. Looking to the trousers discarded, the androgynous male flushed. Well,
then. How improper! Still, it was his job to outfit the young Potter and he
would do it properly indeed! Deftly tying the yukata, the man grabbed a strip
of green with gold and black stitching, wrapping and tucking the wide cloth
belt expertly. Holding up the wooden sandals, the boy grimaced at them. Well,
this was going to be interesting.
“Ah, Li,” the Asian man in his smart business suit started. The now named Li
looked up, blinking at the article.
“Mister Watase, that is...” he began, looking at the boy before his eyes
widened. The hair. That Potter hair.“Of course, Mister Watase. Please allow me
one moment.”
Harry sighed as he stepped into the sandals before having the suddenly grinning
man stand up and start trying to remove the top half of the unusual robe (for
Harry, that is). “Umm...?”
Watase handed over the sleeves, a tie that held at the bottom of the pectorals
and a thin strip along the back the only thing keeping the long swaths of
fitted fabric connected. Li had one over his wand, arm, and up to his shoulder
before he could stutter, the other arm being bent into the fabric then being
pulled to. Then his wand was slid into the tight sleeve under his wrist, the
yukata pulled back over and adjusted before the pretty man stepped back and
looked him over.
“I can't believe you picked a Guardian robe, Mister Watase. Mister Takaya will
be quite... amazed,” the man muttered as he looked at the young man, his form
lean and strong already, hands calloused and scarred in an almost burn pattern,
as if he had held living flames. It was faint, faded and forgotten by the boy,
but still visible to trained eyes.
“Mm, Mister Takaya will be pleased his family has been found. Saotome now owes
me the other half of our bargain.”
Li snorted, covering his mouth with his hand in amusement. Saotome was not the
most lucky man, he should know better than to bet anything, much less a dying
guardian family coming back into their once great glory. Crazier things have
happened, after all. Like his thrice betrothal to women who could not stand one
another, his cursed status, and insane abilities with martial arts. While it
was not the boy's fault, his family in general was a bit over-reaching when it
came to him.
Still, this boy carried the yukata well. Black in color, the fabric had a
winding blue-green ocean crest along the hem with thread thin lines of gold
pinstripes that went from shoulder to hem and a dark gray crane with silver
detailing and gold thread eyes across the back shoulders. The crane, were it
not for the eyes, would blend into the black background and would fade. It
signified a hidden guardian, a watcher of all things to come. It was an old
Potter yukata, too. Hopefully, this boy was one of the Potters and not just a
magical boy with a name like theirs. It had happened before.
“We are done,” announced a lanky, thin woman with hair coiled over her shoulder
like a rose, her pale cream yukata livened up with deep greens, grays, and
pinks from the hem up. It became a cherry tree about a third of the way up with
little gold canaries in the branches, half hidden by blossoms. The woman was
quite lovely. From behind her came Petunia, for once looking pretty, hair
coiffed like the woman's, makeup downplayed, and a brown yukata with gold and
cream roses on a pale yellow vine that curled from one shoulder to her opposite
hip before becoming what looked like a giant rose bush along the bottom half
and hem. The look suited his aunt, her face radiant as she finally looked like
a lady of well standing means.
Vernon and Dudley were not so fortunate. Vernon looked like a walrus playing
dress up more than usual, the tan-blue of his yukata and deep blue of his
hakama while nice, not being able to give the man a figure of any kind. Sumo
wrestlers were quite handsome in that type of clothing, but the man just could
not pull it off. Dudley was little better in deep brown hakama and a tan and
brown yukata. Both looked uneasy in the choice of foot ware, the older man
tottering a little even as he stood still.
Watase looked them over critically, calling them over to a table that was
hastily erected by the staff, the cushions moved into place with expert
silence, the men and women ghosting in and out of the area as the smartly
dressed business man waved them closer. “This is were we will learn to sit
correctly. Seiza is an art form and must be done for this evening meal. Takaya
will expect it.”
Then he demonstrated the precise moves, Harry was quick to catch on along with
Petunia. Dudley was a little wobbly and had to use the bench, but this was well
beyond Vernon. Harry very carefully did not smirk at the man as he refused to
try again after nearly falling into the table. Watase was not exactly thrilled,
face grim when Vernon verbalized not so quietly to Petunia that “this is all
hogwash” with a scowl. Shaking his head at the man he called uncle, Harry
started to learn how to use chopsticks, face smooth even as it reddened when
things slipped from his hold. This was hard, he mentally whined, setting the
chopsticks down like Watase did before gently bowing over the table.
“Acceptable,” the man stated, the “barely” unsaid but clearly heard. Sighing in
frustration, the teen stood with an elegance he was unaware of, his baring
having changed over the last month with the wonderful ladies of his life
helping him gain some much needed confidence. It now communicated itself as he
walked in the stiff footwear, slow yet poised, itching for action.
Watase was beside himself where the child was concerned, only paying minute
attention to the vulgar Dursley man, and little more to the son and wife. A
wife that was better suited to the Eastern dress. Hm, he mused, seeing her
willowy form that had been hidden in the billowing fabrics of the Western
clothing. She was a lovely woman when properly sheathed.
Harry was having some similar thoughts with Petunia looking unusually elegant.
She wasn't so plain Jane anymore, her confidence in herself like a calm balm to
Vernon's general inelegant, bullheaded type of personality. He made a mental
note that he should treat her to a slim gown or something – maybe that would
butter the woman up? Shrugging, he turned on his heal to follow the Asian man
to the cars again, careful that his yukata not fly up and expose him.
This dinner was going to be interesting.
                                      •◘•
Takaya was a tall, thin, elegant Asian man, black hair combed impeccably,
facial hair groomed to the centimeter, and yukata an understated silvery-gray
with black spider lilies printed at the shoulder, hip, and hem with a red lily
on the back and over his heart. He waved his guests to the low table set in a
secluded room, the tatami mats fresh and gold in color, the cushions a
brilliant purple against the black and white colors in the room. Red and deep
pink azaleas were painted onto the shoji panels that were mimicked in the red
candles in the corners sitting tall on black metal braziers.
In short, it was a typical room of Asian design. Understated elegance that was
mesmerizing, Harry thought, staring at the painted panels before looking back
to their host. The man bowed, the teen following immediately, the movement
becoming more fluid the more he used it. Vernon was slow to comply thought
Dudley and Petunia both bent to the well to do man without hesitation.
“I am Takaya Hideki, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister
Dursley. Your wife is lovely and your son is strong.” Turning to the young dark
haired teen, he gestured calmly, “As well as your nephew, polite and
honorable.”
Vernon turned an unbecoming shade of purple before smiling in rictus. Petunia
put her hand on his arm, smiling a little less stiffly as they made themselves
room on the cushions, Vernon immediately asking for a bench as did Dudley.
Harry sighed as he sat, feeling the flow in his feet lessen already. If Petunia
felt any discomfort, it was well hidden with her placid expression. Hand coming
up to his guests, Takaya bowed lightly.
“Come, let us share our meal.”
That seemed to be the cue for hordes of women to spontaneously appear, dishes
of all kinds in hand, one carrying a tea ceremony tray setting up to the left
of the wealthy business man while Watase stood off against the wall to the
side, blue-tooth in his ear as he relayed important information and current
events to the other side. Nodding to the woman with the tea tray as the others
vanished back into the walls, she began the process of making tea in a way
Harry had never seen. It was... interesting. He wanted to learn that.
Vernon was impatient to be back in his own clothing, often twitching and
rocking, the bench under him creaking with his motions. Petunia for her part
was keeping Dudley from eating before the host and not throwing a tantrum at
thirteen in front of “the very important man, Dudley-kins” and watching the
woman who stirred the tea with longing and almost gentle envy.
Was... was Petunia bitter about marrying Vernon? This was something to ponder
as he waited for things to happen, hands folded in his lap to keep from
fidgeting. Harry had never been very good about sitting still.
“Thank you for coming to Hong Kong,” the formal man across from them began,
voice low like a mountain bound thunderstorm, rumbling over the English
language. Petunia seemed to perk up at the sound, eyes wide as she demurely
tracked the man through her lashes. Harry felt a little weird seeing his aunt
silently moon over a man. “I am Eito Takaya in your naming way. You will refer
to me as Takaya for the duration of our meeting. Please, enjoy your meal before
we begin.”
Harry and Petunia bowed their head in thanks before reaching for the
chopsticks. Vernon wasn't so civilized and Dudley was akin to a boar in a china
shop, wrecking what he touched. Grimacing at the mess, Harry turned away and
set about delicately lifting his meal from the shared plates, glad that he
moved slow to keep from loosing the food halfway to his mouth. His hands were
still clumsy on the wooden implements meant for eating and had already been
forced to catch a morsel before it hit the table. Add to that the painfully
loud silence only broken by Dudley's near violent display of lacking table
manners and you get something a bit more than uncomfortable. Thankfully, Vernon
had settled on just a few dishes, refusing to look at the sushi or sashimi laid
before them in beautiful arrays.
(In the back of Harry's mind, he kept thinking about that film his primary
school teacher had shown so long ago about a girl in a bathhouse for spirits.
Dudley and Vernon were the unspoken pigs in this instance.)
Thankfully, it did come to an end, Takaya getting quickly into a discussion
with Vernon about the companies and their advancement with one another. Harry
paid little attention, his hackles rising for reasons unknown. He knew that
feeling, the crawling of his skin between his spine a sign he had long become
accustomed to since Hogwarts and the attempts of death every year now – wow,
all three years were a startling contrast of crazy, weren't they? Talk about
insanity.
Not ignoring the feeling, Harry settled on the tips of his toes, no one paying
him the slightest attention as he crouched instead of knelt. That feeling was
ramping up and focusing on... someone else?
The only ones that it would matter would be either Vernon or Takaya, but the
boy very much doubted Vernon would be high enough up the chain to be labeled as
a target. So, he had to assume it was Takaya for the time being. Feeling his
Hero Complex flare up, he silently waited for something to change, something to
happen. The glint in the corner of his eye from behind the Asian man was cue
enough, he supposed, flinging himself at the dark haired man, rolling him away
from what ended up being a sword unlike anything Harry had ever seen before. It
wasn't a Sword of Gryffindor, that's for sure.
“Dammit,” hissed a musical voice, definitely female, and entirely frustrated.
Dropping the sword, she pulled a giant metal spatula out of... somewhere?
Harry, seeing the razor sharp edges, quickly pushed Takaya under the table,
snatching up the sword inexpertly to halt the down blow, grunting at the weight
and strength behind the unusual weapon.
By now, Petunia was huddling under the table as well, Vernon and Dudley having
hollered and run like the white bellied, yellow striped cowards they were.
Feeling like a fool, the teen boy brought a leg up, accidentally flashing the
ninja girl and dropping her knee out from under her at the unexpected
resistance. Huh, he thought ninja were more on top of things. Still, she was
down and Harry was flipping her over, grabbing her wrists to pull her along her
back and hold, a knee on her shoulder and the other on her hips. His yukata was
terribly askew now, but at least everything was still covered even if it was
falling off his shoulders and bunched in creases at the knees.
Now that the instinctive reactions were over, the teen blinked at himself,
wondering where the hell the motions, despite being very helpful, had come
from. Little did he know the eyes of the crane glowed brilliantly as he held
the girl. With his back to Takaya, the man felt a pleased grin flow over his
lips. The Guardians were back – and he had won a bet with Genma, that old
bastard.
                                      •◘•
Some time later after the authorities had come and the room was set to rights,
Takaya glared down at Vernon. “It is only because your nephew was so courageous
that I am allowing these negotiations to continue. Be glad he is strong and
virtuous in times of need, for your conduct leaves much to be desired.”
Other than purpling at the mere mention of Harry being better than himself, the
fat walrus got back to business. Dudley was in the grasp of his mother as she
shook, her hair slightly undone but otherwise fine if ruffled looking. Dudley
was a little more of a mess, hakama twisted and yukata half tucked from a
tumble as he exited the room. A bruise was over his eye and a scratch along his
hand and forearm was bandaged for the time being, the on-site medic a true
professional.
Harry, for himself, was being led down a long hallway away from the previous
fiasco, suddenly worn out, as if all the excitement had sucked his energy from
his body. He would be right, though he didn't know it. Yet. Still, being led to
a room with the young woman from earlier was unusual. Watase from earlier was
there, business suit as impeccable as always, chattering away on the phone with
a swiftness that left Harry's ears ringing. The woman who had been gracious
enough to lead him bowed before being dismissed, walking out of the room, and
closing the shoji with reverence.
“Ah, Potterhu, please, sit,” he gestured to a small sofa in delicate light red,
deeper red lumbar pillows set along the cushions. Harry obliged, adjusting the
yukata to hide his legs. “We are going to interrogate Miss Ninja and would like
to see if she would reveal more to her captor than to the police. While you are
young, you appear to be successful in keeping Miss Ninja under control. We ask
for your assistance with Miss Ninja in hopes that she will answer you.”
Harry thought about it, rolling his shoulders as he remembered the soft curves
of “Miss Ninja” and what could be considered interrogation. Hmm. “I don't mind,
Watase, but for one request: That any and all my techniques not be questioned
or spoken of. They are...” he frowned, looking for words. “They are often
unusual and some may say unethical.”
The man appeared worried for a moment before reluctantly nodding. Harry just
sighed softly, waiting for the police officer to remove himself from the room
the lovely Ninja was in.
“This way,” Watase motioned, standing outside the door with the police officer.
The teen stood with grace, stepping into the room and gently closing the door
behind him.
“Hello, mademoiselle,” the boy said softly, hands open and palms to the girl
who wasn't too much older then he was. He stepped close to the silent, watchful
female, gently tugging the concealing hood from her head and face. “You are
much too lovely to be hidden away like that.”
She blushed, biting her lip. It was as if she was trying to not say anything –
it was almost like looking at a woman who wanted to confess but probably
couldn't. Well, Harry would know everything before too long. Gently touching
her face, he turned her mouth up, lips hovering over her own. “Miss Ninja, I
need to know some things. Your name, your reasons why, who is the cause, and
where they are. If you do not answer me, I will have to use other means of
interrogation that, very truthfully, you would enjoy but would put you at an
unfair disadvantage. I dislike having women who would not like to be a part of
my family under such thrall, but you could have killed a man and I would have
you than let you roam freely.”
The woman gasped, staring into eyes that seemed to glow in the low lighting.
Behind her, Watase and the officer stood against the mirrored wall, mouths
falling open at the sheer audacity and presence the teen gave as he held the
ninja in a loving manner. Thankfully, few would know of the wall with the room
having black and dark gray walls and lighter gray shoji into the hall. But...
Potter-san was quite worrying with his “special techniques” for interrogation.
They couldn't help but wonder what they were.
“I will not say anything!” the lovely young lady snarled, daunted. Only her
love was like this young man, only this boy had such a way about him. It was
strong...
“Have it your way, Miss Ninja,” he purred into her ear, sucking on the lobe
before nipping. The young woman twitched and shuddered, the ropes and cuffs
keeping her arms to her sides. Taking advantage of that, the boy ran a hand up
her side, cupping her breast before finishing the journey, sliding a hand into
her top. The young woman gasped, kicking out. Harry just sat in her lap,
flicking her nipple between his experienced fingers. “Tell me, Miss Ninja. What
is your name? Why did you try and kill Takaya? Who wanted him dead? Where are
they?”
She flushed as she looked at the teen. “N-Never!”
He sighed, lifting his other hand to follow its fellow's path, both hands full
of her tender feminine flesh as he set about arousing her. Leaning in, he
licked one nub, suckling on it hungrily. He had been a bit without his
preferred type of contact and now he wanted quite a bit. The beautiful ninja
girl moaning almost obscenely above him was more than perfect despite her
reluctance. Pulling back, he repeated his questions. She whimpered but refused
all the same. “Ah, well then, Miss Ninja. I shall continue, yes?”
Gently releasing the belt of her robe, she shivered as he took her in, seeing
the lovely definition of her body and more than willing to help her voice the
answers to those questions. Slipping from her lap, he knelt between her legs,
mouth moving over her form that made her coo and sigh. Thumbs flicking and
pinching her nipples, he allowed himself to indulge in giving attention to her
body as a whole.
“Do you have my answers, Miss Ninja?”
She tossed her head. “Noooooo~ won't t-tell you,” she moaned. “Mmmmore!”
Just as Harry was about to continue, he stopped. More? Well then, too bad for
her. Though it physically pained him, he pulled away from her flesh, kneeling
with hands in his lap. “No, Miss Ninja. I need to know your answers. If you
tell me, I'll keep going until your are fulfilled.”
She kicked out again, legs wrapping around his shoulders as she pulled him
close. “Please, please, please, you're not nice!”
Harry reached up to pop a hand on her inner thigh, the blow causing his hand to
sting as she yelped. “Bad, Ninja. Tell me your name.”
“AH! I-it's Kuonji Ukyo! Please, don't tease me,” she begged.
Harry smiled warmly, rubbing the throbbing spot. “Much better, Ukyo,” he
murmured, her face heating with the familiarity of her name. “Now you get to
have a reward. The question is, do I give it right now or make you wait until I
know my other answers?”
She shivered, dark hair tossing as she stretched her chest towards her captor.
Her handsome, knowledgeable captor that was making her body sing like a
delicately plucked samisen. She should be embarrassed, angry with him since her
love was another... but she was finding the ties to her childhood friend quite
weak right now. “Threatened! My family was threatened!” she blurted, hands
twisting uselessly. “I've been good, I've been good! Please, Shifu!”
Harry smiled, placing his hands on her hips. “Almost, Ukyo. Just two more,
okay?” He rubbed her skin, her breath hitching as her breasts tightened.
Skimming up her ribs, he teased the undersides of her breasts to a cooing moan.
“Who and where?”
She stuttered for a moment, mouth loosing control of itself before she was able
to take a breath. “A-Ah, it w-was Ch-Cheng Biming! Cheng Biming! He wants T-
Takaya's place!” 
Harry cupped her breasts, flicking her nipples to a cry of joy. “One more,
Ukyo. You can tell me everything.”
She literally cried, tears streaming down her face as he teased her urgently,
gently. “H-he was going to m-meet me at the-the cafe! ZAI FE! Please, shifu,
please!”
Harry smiled brilliantly, sliding his hands down to her hips. “I will have to
remove your trousers, Ukyo. May I do that?” Her simpering yes was heard as he
hooked his fingers in the band. “Good girl, Ukyo. I will give you a proper
thank you for being such a wonderful girl.”
The team behind the wall all turned, some swallowing a little too hard. The men
and women from the force of the Tower were impressed and jealous – this
ragmuffin of a child was able to get all the information in less than thirty
minutes from the woman without any harm! Not to mention his... ahem, methods.
(That didn't keep any of them from peeking, though.)
Trousers to her ankles, the boy looked at her cute panties, smiling at the
adorable kitten in pink on the white and pastel pink striped fabric. Pulling
her hips towards him, he happily opened his mouth to kiss her all over, her
loins hidden by just a small swatch of cloth. She cried out, legs twitching and
trembling before he blew on her clearly outlined clit, the wet of her panties
more from herself than from his mouth. She tasted like strawberries and sweet
ocean breezes, delicious and barely there.
Pulling the fabric to the side, he finally took her clit into his mouth,
suckling deeply. She yowled like a cat in heat, legs tight around his
shoulders. Opening her lips, he teased with a finger, leaning back to watch his
progress. She was so tight and wet, her body responsive on a whole other level.
Deciding that he wanted to taste more, he kissed her like he would a mouth,
tongue and all. She nearly came out of the chair, head back as she finally
exploded into a million shards of glitter that was swept away by his mouth. She
had no time to recuperate, his hands and mouth always moving, her second peak
suddenly in reach. It was too much for her virgin body, her thoughts a whirl
and her clit throbbing so hard (and feeling hollow, so hollow, she wanted that
filled) that she released her conscious mind.
Harry stood from his place once assured that the lovely Ukyo succumbed to his
“gentle torture” and turned to the hall – but not before many of the women and
men saw just how “gifted” he really was. There was more than one sigh among the
group, most in sad acceptance, some in terrible want.
Watase was waiting for him, handing him a towel and directing him to the
facilities to “take of the Problem, Potterhu” with a delicately blushing woman
leading the way. Though it had been a while since Right Hand met Little Harry,
the two got along well still, though it was less satisfying. By the time Harry
was finished, Vernon was stomping out of the room, Petunia and Dudley behind
him with an ever growing margin made by his foolish, brazen temper. Harry
sighed, waving to Takaya before falling in with his cousin and aunt. He did
absently wonder why the officer or Watase hadn't asked for the answers but
stomped the thought out. His ears were already growing red just thinking about
it.
He sighed forlornly – he was hoping to have some real fun here in Hong Kong.
While Ukyo was a good start, with the thunder cloud over Vernon's head he
figured he was going to get an earful later.
Fun.
                                      •◘•
“Watase, Watase!”
The tall man looked to the woman running to him, her artful Kimono hiding the
deadly elegance of her true purpose: a body guard.“Yes, Yu?”
She grabbed at her collar, her face reddening.“I-it... the girl, Kuonji Ukyo
has escaped!”
Watase sighed, rubbing his brow. This was why he didn't care for ninja. Sneaky,
rude, disruptive. He growled low in his throat, a sound that had Yu paling.
Having her uncle being upset was never pleasant.“Uncle?”
The man patted her head gently as he turned, calling up a long time
friend.“Hello, Takahashi. It is good to hear your voice.” The woman on the
other side of the phone gave a happy sound that, despite her being in another
country, was quite clear.“Yes, of course. I was just wondering if you would be
able to get in contact with Saotome Ranma? His fiancee is in Hong Kong again
and I would much appreciate it if she was helped home?” He smiled and Yu
relaxed.“Thank you, Rumiko. I'll see you the next time I am close to Niigata.
Bye.”
Taking a breath, the man sighed. “Well, Kuonji will be taken care of. Fret not,
Yu.”
The young woman just wondered if having the bi-gendered Saotome heir in the
city would be a good thing along with his fiancee. She could only hope she
never saw either one.
“Of course, Uncle.”
                                      •◘•
Ranma put the phone down, brow furrowed. It seemed Ucchan had been swindled by
a real horse's ass and had been forced to give in to his demands. How Rumiko
knew that, he didn't know, but he was grateful she had been able to answer some
of his questions. That woman was a life saver. Still, Ucchan was in Hong Kong
and he had to go save her from not only the police but a kid who seemed to be a
giant pervert. Wow, his life was stranger all the time. Groaning, he started
packing. Might as well be a leg up on keeping Ucchan safe.
                                      •◘•
 Harry shivered as he felt a premonition slide down his spine feeling not
unlike Fluffy's sticky drool. Well... Merlin's balls. Out of the frying pan and
into the fire. Wasn't it always that way?
Alone in his small twin bed corner of the quite handsome hotel, the teen looked
out the door to see his Aunt taking a plate piled high with cheeseburgers and
another with a mound of chocolate cake. Shaking his head at the man's refusal
to eat anything that wasn't steeped in grease and oil, the teen opened the door
the rest of the way. Stepping out, he blinked when a young woman with deep
brown hair stepped into his personal space. She was... amazingly lovely for not
having anything particularly extravagant about her.
But, and he felt this all the way down to his bones, she was beyond his reach –
or the reach of any human. Her heart belonged to something greater and he
smiled at the mere thought. Bowing to her, he smiled. “I hope that whoever or
whatever has taken your heart will cherish it.”
She blushed sweetly, smile demure even as her eyes glittered in question. Harry
felt his magic brush the surface of his skin but was unaware of the luminescent
golden glow it gave to his features. Eyes like beacons of emerald flecked with
golden topaz, he looked more like a spirit than a human boy.
“Forgive me...” the girl started, hand to her throat. “But may I ask to whom I
speak?”
The words were quite formal, the lovely young lady's wrist holding a talisman
of love and good tidings in colors that weren't quite there. Her language
skill was probably due to her English teacher, he thought, bowing again. “I am
Harry. Potter Harry,” he stated with a mildly bemused look. It was odd
introducing himself like that. “Forgive me for such terrible manners.”
Giggling gently, the girl bowed in kind. “I am Chihiro. Ogino Chihiro. It is a
pleasure, Potter.”
The two parted ways, Harry watching diligently as the young lady walked away.
She was going to be special when she finally grew up, her entire being like a
gently glowing star held within the petals of a white rose. Poetic, he mused,
wondering how differently he thought after spending so much of his time with
Mandy and the rest of Privet Drive.
Shrugging at the implications, more than ready for change, he toddled off to
find something light to snack on – he was a growing boy and he was constantly
hungry.
                                      •◘•
Morning was the time to tell what kind of day it would be. Depending on what
day it was, it could coordinate the rest of the week into falling in line.
Good, bad, mediocre, normal: the day could swing any way and every way without
too much thought and entirely on its own whim. Meeting Chihiro had meant a lot
of things. The more fantastical parts of a lot of things.
Harry wasn't quite aware that he was one of those fantastical parts. He was
Harry: Dursley slave, Gryffindor Golden Boy, Boy-Who-Lived, Snape's Bane of
Existence, Dumbledore's Pawn, et cetera ad nauseam. Meeting the sweet Chihiro
again in the morning, he concludes that her soul is so beautiful that her body
has responded in kind and given her a soothing, gentle softness that reminds
him of a loving Mary Madonna painting. She just glowed with inner peace.
“Who is your...” he searched for words before recognizing that that question
was possibly too personal. Blushing a bit, he waved away the question as they
walk side by side to the dining room. “Ignore that. Too personal, really.”
She giggled at him a bit, smoothing her rather plain kimono of pale peach over
her hips. “His name is Kohaku River, but his physical river has been covered up
for years now. He is a very kind...” she gestured as if hoping he would know
the word without her having to say it. “He isn't strong enough to see me
because of it, I think.”
Harry felt his heart lurch a bit. Unrequited love not because they did not
love, but because he was trapped (as trapped as Harry sometimes felt only a
million times worse because at least he got to fly free) and imprisoned in his
own power. Whatever her heart's love was, he seemed to be beyond her power to
help. Wishing desperately to do something for his breakfast companion, he
looked at the center arrangement, plucking a pink crystal from the bowl. It was
Rose Quartz, a stone that meant love and only love. It was more powerful for it
in the Wizarding World, that single meaning transcending hate and darkness to
preserve something so amazing to the teen boy. It was also a key component in
most love potions that were meant as enhancements and not enslaving.
“Give him this,” he stated lowly, feeling a significant drain on his body.
Quartz was a greedy stone, giving what was taken without end. Fortunately, it
was also a giving stone, giving energy through love and generosity. Rose Quartz
always worked better for those who gave it with happiness and joy in mind of
the recipient. The moment Chihiro touched it, she gasped, the stone giving her
some of his platonic, generous love while taking some of her own. Friendship
was a type of love, was it not? “It isn't much right now, but this stone will
be full of your love when you give it to him as long as you think of him. My
power is in it. Maybe it will help him get a boost in freeing himself from a
selfish prison? Maybe even ask about having a river made – it's happened
before, you know.”
Then he stood, walking to his room. This was going to be known as the single
most gracious act of kindness – Harry just didn't know it yet.
 
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