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It seems a shame”, the walrus said,“To play them such a trick.
Tense fiends, lost robes and the proper use of a poop deck. A non-hunt for Horcruxes and the pure evil of a redneck armpit. Oh, there may be some senseless shagging too.
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“It seems a shame”, the walrus said,“To play them such a trick.
Amy awoke at the onset of twilight. The best thing, she thought, about staying in a place like this was the dimensions. It was huge. She stepped out of her guest-cell and strolled down to a large room, supposedly an armoury of old, where the ceiling was high enough and stretched. Now, Succubi wouldn't be considered as sexy or graceful if more people ever saw them stretch. First the arms, causing the fringe of hair near the elbows to stand on end, then the legs. Many thought that she was tiptoeing, when in reality, her foot was really only the small divided area that looked like two stout toes, and what people believed to be her heel was actually a backward knee. That made for some truly ridiculous postures as she stretched every joint, every tendon in her nimble body until finishing with her wings and her tail. The large, black membranes were stretched until almost transparent, and as she shuddered in pleasure, a loud thrumming sound was released. Her tail was rigid and bent backwards almost to her shoulders, and with arms and legs stretched, the stiff arching tail and the spread wings vibrating to make her hair stand out like a black halo, she looked patently ridiculous. Of course, as soon as she relaxed with a happy little sigh, her natural allure and megawatt-sexuality resumed transmissions. She would have to go back to Manchester soon. Soon. Not today, though, but soon. She had lost count on how many days she had told herself that very thing. She jumped when she heard a voice behind her.
“You know, if you simply ask my husband to fuck you, it will save you a lot of time. You're welcome to stay, of course, but I thought you wanted to go back home.”
Amy turned to see the Ladies Gabrielle and Ginevra sitting in a window-niche. Gabrielle had taken to projecting a kind of silvery light with sparkling swirls in her long hair, to match the flickering flames of Ginevra. The fiery hair of the young Lady was quite striking, and it didn't set her clothes on fire any more, even though it was still very warm to the touch. She had permanently removed her pubic hair, though. Apparently her flames got hotter as she did, and she had set her Lord's pubes on fire twice before reaching the inevitable conclusion. Amy approved.
“My sisters would laugh at me if I did. We're not supposed to ask, knickers in hand. We're supposed to take the men we want, but he'd spank me if I tried, and not in the good way, either. The other option is 'Why, Rhett, whatever are you thinking?' and your husband just won't give a damn.”
They laughed at the images she had presented, from the pout at the spanking comment to the wide-eyed, brainless Southern Belle. She was quite proud of her shape-shifting abilities, even though she couldn't fool any one in the Castle, as she wasn't exactly the only morphologically gifted resident.
“Don't worry,” Gabrielle giggled, “You'll get there. I'll take you under my personal wing, and everything will be all right.” As she spoke, she revealed her latest trick, courtesy of her maternal Veela hormones, and changed her arms into huge wings.
“Yes, honey, you need to be more flexible, and turn up the heat a bit,” laughed Ginny, transforming to her Naga-shape, and releasing her full flames. “Oh, Sugar,” she continued when she realized that she had torched another robe.
Amy thought that for all her fire and sheer viciousness, the Lady Ginevra had things to learn when it came to swearing. The unlikely trio of the angelic, pregnant Veela, the red-skinned sex fiend, and the hovering burning snake-babe strolled – or drifted – towards Ginny's chambers. Sometimes, it was very nice to be in a place where everybody knew your shape.
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Miss Blue was relaxing on the deck of the flying ship that apparently changed name with the Captain's moods. As they crossed Sjaelland, the name changed to Skidbladner and Miss Blue didn't ask. She was constantly astounded by Captain Ron. He held the wheel for hours, sometimes days at a time, humming and sometimes reciting books and poems to himself. Of course the ship had a fully functional autopilot in the ensouled and animated figurehead. The carving of the voluptuous lady had been a remarkable feat of magic in itself, seeing as the sculpting had been done with magics Miss Blue had never seen before, and in German to boot. Miss Blue had seen a lot in her years as an Unspeakable, and the Cognivores were an unknown quantity, but Ron proved a very interesting study in so many fields. She was very happy about her shrunken reference library, as terms like Klaboutermannikin had little meaning to her under normal circumstances, but sometimes, things like that became very important. She had had many interesting conversations with the ensouled piece of wood, and she was reasonably certain that Ron actually had created a real Klaboutermannikin. It had a slightly wooden sense of humor, though, and had donned a horned helmet and a driven metal bra with the new name, in the face of Ron's objections that Vikings never used horned helmets. The figurehead's calm response had been most convincing.
“Who's made of wood, you or me?”
In the face of such compelling logic, Ron had simply nodded and returned to the bridge.
There was one area that she hadn't been quite successful in to this point. She had dressed in skimpy outfits, flashed him “accidentally”, given him all sorts of hints and he still hadn't done anything about it. It was time for some drastic measures.
On Ron's side, he was having a great time. He had his Ship, he had a good figurehead and his First Mate had a pretty good figure below her head as well. He was fairly certain that she had tried to come on to him a few times, but he wasn't sure. It could be the cuckoo talking, and the one thing he didn't want to do was to show a woman less respect than she expected. Or something like that, anyway. He was originally shy, and while he didn't have to be unless he wanted to, it was a habit. She drove him nuts, though. The way she always bent at the waist to pick things up, the way she refused to wear a bra, and the way she always walked across the deck covered in a towel that didn't quite cover anything, really. He kept his hands firmly on the wheel when he saw her get up and approach him.
“Captain? I'll be in my cabin masturbating for a while. Or would you like to join me for some wild sweaty fucking?”
The wheel creaked as the figurehead took control of the course. The Klaboutermannikin directed the ship into the clouds, and adjusted the course with booming sails as the high altitude jet-winds caught them and hurled them towards Lambohov. She had been guiding ships for centuries, and had had her fair share of mad captains, but this one was a lot more fun than most and flying was so much fun than the more mundane sailing. She would care for him. The Goddess knew he couldn't care for himself.
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Harry, a boy raised in a cupboard who had learned his name from his teacher and even shyly corrected the teacher that his name wasn't Harry, it was Freak, who had gained no friends, and who had suffered more broken bones in his first decade of life than the human body actually has, was feeling very good this morning. Anyone waking up in a boob wonderland would, after all. After carefully taking in his surroundings, he pushed a rather generalized Reparo out into the room. It was certainly needed. Gabrielle had pushed him more than ever the night before, which had resulted in severely torn sheets and feathers from the ripped pillows and duvets all over the place, and once he had levitated the happily exhausted girl to her bedroom, the two Huldr had pounced, so he seriously doubted that there was a single piece of intact furniture in the room. He vaguely remembered pounding Disa from behind while she steadied herself on the stout four-poster bed until he shagged her straight through the post, at which time Jorunn had flipped him over, straddled him, and ridden him at a pace that would have given both of them friction burns if it hadn't been for his Healing magic. Now, with the morning sun peeking in through the curtains, he was resting his head on Disa's incredible bosom and, for once, Jorunn was positioned across him with her back over his chest and her four nipples pointing proudly at the ceiling. She was also snoring, which he for some reason found incredibly endearing. He felt the resting group rise slightly as the stuffing crept back inside the mattress, and the splinters from the bed slowly came together again. The odd creaking sound of the dressing mirror mending itself set his teeth on edge, as well as made Jorunn stop snoring.
“Morning, Love”, he whispered and smiled as her nipples immediately contracted. “Sleep well?”
“Oh, just purr-fect. Sometimes I really envy cats. This would be a great time to start purring. Would you pet me, please?”
He smiled gently, and started stroking his feral lover while she preened under his hands, flexing and twisting to give him full access. He was slightly surprised that she didn't direct his hands between her legs, but she seemed perfectly content being stroked and scratched like a cat or a dog. He certainly didn't mind, and he almost giggled when his lovely firm pillows started to vibrate, and the unmistakable sound of purring filled the room. Disa's voice had a cute little vibrato when she spoke.
“Good morning, and yes, it's a good time to have a feline second form. Actually, I didn't know Lynx could purr until I tried just now.”
Jorunn twisted herself downwards on the pile that was slowly reforming to a bed, until she could look up at her Master and co-consort while caressing her own face with Harry's hardening member. She made a mock pout.
“Now I'm really envious. The only even remotely funny thing I got from my vixen form is the tendency to stomp my feet if you rub my ribs. And yes, I moved to keep you both from testing that.”
Harry laughed, and Disa did too, if his suddenly bouncing pillows were any indication.
“Love, you're a vixen in every inch. Have I mentioned just how much I love the two of you?”
“Yes, many times. You don't need to, though. Every time I sense that part of you in the Bond, it almost bowls me over. Then, I get horny.” She emphasized her point by taking a few inches of him in her mouth with exaggerated desire on her face, until she giggled too much to keep him in.
“Isn't that your ground state of being? For both of you?” He looked upwards, trying to see Disa's face, so she wriggled out from under him until she could push her enormous boobs in his face and look him in the eyes at the same time, while Jorunn continued to treat his member in its accustomed way.
“Hmm. I guess it is. You up for another go? There's something I think you'll like. Jorunn, dear, why don't you put that sweet little cunny of yours over his face while I try my throat a bit?”
Harry just lay still as his two lovely ladies crawled over him. Once or twice he was reminded that Huldr bodies were denser than humans. With two women reluctant to lose body contact, knee incidents are prone to happen. He didn't care much, as he enhanced his tongue by a couple of inches and tasted his fox-tailed lady's depths. A new sensation almost closed down his mind, though. He had heard stories of humming blow-jobs, but to be deep-throated by forcefully purring girl almost made the veteran of uncountable encounters pop his cork immediately. Unable to deal with the intense sensation in any constructive way, he howled, and buried his face in Jorunn's fragrant snatch. That did, in turn, make the brunette Huldr push her friend's head even further down over their beloved Master, which made him lose focus completely. His slow and gentle repair-charm was broken apart, and the debris in the room started whirling around faster and faster as he rose from the tatters of the bed like a feathered Leviathan, but faster. He lifted the protesting blond off him, and turned her around in the air with equal amounts of arm strength and distraught magic, and plunged into her vagina, gentle as a derailing train. As he held her shoulders, with her arms over his, he hammered every millimetre of his cock into her over and over, forcing himself deeper each time, and the power of his thrusts made her huge breasts bounce up in her face until he was getting too close. He simply dropped her into the swirling magic and grabbed Jorunn by her long hair. Pulling her close, he forced his crown between her lips and shoved himself down her throat. After a few full length strokes, he pulled out to let her breath, and caught the passing squirrel-tail. Honestly, he did aim for her pussy, but he missed. He didn't care much, and by her urgings, she really didn't mind as he forced his cock into her arse with close to unstoppable force. This time, though, he did stop when he was half way in, and twisted her around on the axis of his flesh until she was facing him. He sensed Jorunn casting something similar to the usual charm on his and Disa's point of union, but he didn't care much. Revelling in the incredible tightness and intense warmth of her body, he grunted in displeasure as Jorunn pulled him out, but when he looked at her, she was displaying her own back side, with her vividly red tail waving come-hither for all its worth, and he wasn't tardy. This time he did hit his intended target, and he took the fox-tail from behind with fierce energy that made her howl and scream and cry until he finally reached the top step of his ladder of sensations. Having left his sense behind some time ago, he kept pumping into her as he filled her insides with hot semen, and his adaptive body responded by producing more and more semen until he finally, belatedly, passed out from exhaustion, dehydration, and brain anaemia. Jorunn just managed to be amazed before she followed him.
“And I feared I was the one who would go feral.”
Disa was in better shape, although thoroughly fucked through, so she was awake when Dobby showed up to survey the result of the now-aborted magic storm. The little tweed-clad elf climbed slowly over the piles of debris, now completely beyond repair, and he shook his head disappointedly as he looked at the prone shape lying among the tattered and soggy remains of the bed. In the voice of someone discovering what the puppy had done to the carpet, he said.
“Oh Master!”
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Denise Jackson was making herself comfortable. After all, it might just be a very long wait. She checked her supplies for the fifth time, and noticed that she might run low on water if she had to stay for more than a week. There was a small stream twenty meters away, but it was normally a bit too far to move. Her sniper rifle was set up, and the telescopic sight with the sophisticated reflex-less lenses was ready and aimed at the parapets of the castle on the other side of the lake. She was almost invisible, hidden under a very advanced concealment cover. Impervious to heat-seekers, radar, scent-tracking and loads of other detection methods, one of the world's best assassins was prepared to wait a long time to take her shot. She only had five bullets for her rifle. She had never needed more.
Lindorms are quite beautiful, but as magical predators go, they're patently ridiculous. Apart from their camouflage and their bizarre hunting method, they're not really that special. Their iridescent scales only shine like silver when they're removed from the serpent. Under the influence of the living magic of the beast, they reflect the surroundings, making a Lindorm very hard to see. Lindorms also have very bad eye-sight, trusting their senses of smell and electrics instead. This particular Lindorm sensed the sniper's nervous charges, but detected no smell or image. With reptilian patience, it settled to accumulate as much information as possible before reporting.
It wasn't particularly bright, but it remembered the signals for Strange, Threat, and Come. After several hours, it thought it knew enough, and as soon as the sun shone for a brief moment, it adjusted the scales on its head to flash the signals towards the castle. Then it settled again, its eyes locked at the special point of the castle, waiting for instructions.
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Lord Voldemort was certain that this had been the only option he had left, but now, he was seriously considering giving up the whole dark dominion malarkey and opening a shop or something. One that sold soaps and deodorants, preferably. In his quest for immortality, he had traded some of his human characteristics for reptilian ones, and at the time, he hadn't regretted his weakened sense of smell at all. Now though, he fully understood what it meant to taste the air. His tongue was more sensitive to tastes in the air than he had been aware of and unfortunately, he had learned this in a room, chock-full of armpits untouched by soap. Once he had his empire, daily showers would be mandatory. On pain of pain and death. If he really felt vicious, he could always expose his enemies to the pensieve memory of all these armpits. Yes, damn it. He was Lord Voldemort. He was cruel enough to do that. He had to move quickly, though. As he lost the connection with the Dark Marks, he was losing his old drive, and was letting himself get distracted by something as silly as smell. He who had worked for weeks without sleep on stinking, putrid Inferi; He who had done unimaginable deeds and performed the most vile rituals to enhance himself. How could he be ready to flee from unwashed armpits? He had less than ten marked ones left, and they were not of the same quality as the rest. Snape was in hiding, and he would get one, too. The dark beacon of the Mark was easy to find if he took the time, but he still needed another hundred under his banner. It wouldn't be hard. All he had to do was to convince the witless wonders that came to these marshland rallies that he would be using Britain as a staging area for an attack at Washington DC. Some moron would shout something about the south rising again, everybody would cheer, shoot sparks, guzzle moonshine, and eventually fall over. Ah well, they were numbers. They may not be able to count higher than eleven without taking their socks off, but they would all need to take a curse to fall, and that was all they needed to do.
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Harry woke up to an enticing sight. There was nothing new about this; he always did, but this time, the posterior with the wagging tail that caught his eye was bright red, and the tail was hairless and pointy. He glanced downwards and noticed that the lovely fiend was in the company of his two youngest ladies and that they were all staring at his member. He forced his organ to stay down, and listened to their whispered conversation.
“You've got to be kidding. It's just not possible.”
The Succubus sounded more wistful than disbelieving, but Gabrielle was insistent.
“He did! He came in my arse, and filled me up through my throat. It almost killed me, and I don't think I'll do it again, but that time, it was worth it.”
“Damn. And you both think he'd be powerful enough to take me, even if I get really excited? Usually, I can't stay submissive if the guy's any good. I always take the initiative sooner or later.”
This time, Ginny took the question.
“He can hold you down with one hand, or he can be really dominant and morph your body into a bond on its own.”
“Like he did me that night too,” Gabrielle filled in. “He morphed my breasts so large I couldn't stand, then he fucked my nipples. He actually pushed his cock into my breasts and there was nothing I could do. I couldn't even reach my nipples, or really move at all. Trust me, he can take you if he wants to. If you want to play a rape game, all you need is a safe word. He'll fuck your horns off.”
“And he'll come like a fountain?”
“Sometimes, yes. If he knows you want it I'm sure he can make it so. You saw the room.”
“Oh yes. It must have been more than a gallon of cum on the floor, and there's no telling how much the Huldr had inside of them. You really won't mind if I fuck your husband?”
“Nope.” Ginny responded. “Just try to hold back a bit so you won't Bond him, please. If it happens it happens and once you're in the bond we will all love you, but if you can choose, please don't.”
The Succubus hesitated for a minute, before she asked in a small voice.
“How do I ask a guy to pretend to rape me? I'm out of my depth here.”
Harry looked at his wife with one eye, and she quickly hid her smirk after a quick confirmation in the Bond. Instead, she asked the suddenly shy sex fiend.
“You have a safe word?”
“Yes. Vauxhall. It's the greatest turnoff I know.”
Knowing that, Harry used all his control to make his member as hard as possible as fast as possible, and he energized his healing magics to replenish his almost depleted reserves. As he grabbed the tail of the crimson babe, he sent quick orders to the Bonded nearby. She wanted a fierce shagging and lots of cum, so he needed building materials. He jerked her upright, and before she had time to react, he walked into her, face to face and pushed her backwards into the wall. He grabbed her hands, bent them over her shoulders, and forced her to kneel a bit before he pressed her hands to the stone wall, where they sank in about an inch. When he let go, her hands were trapped and he stood back and smirked at her. He leaned forward towards her, and extended his index finger. He brought the tip close to her right nipple, and released a spark. The succubus groaned. The second spark made her moan, and when he tapped her a third time, the winged girl was almost crying and the scent of her musk was very strong. He straightened up again and summoned her left foot into his hands. He bent his magics a bit to support her awkward position before he kissed her toes. Her flowing quim was laid open to him, but he ignored it, and instead gave her leg his full attention. He kissed and licked, caressed and even pinched the soft, red flesh a couple of times and she kept watching him with wide eyes, moaning, crying and sometimes sobbing in desire but he wouldn't let her cum. Every time she got too close, he would pull back a bit and let her settle some. In the process, she discovered hundreds of erogenous zones on her leg that she hadn't been aware of, and they coincided somehow with everywhere he put his hands.
With a sudden move, he caught her swishing tail, and started to tease her leg with the point, drawing figures on her skin with it and using it as a brush with long, slow strokes. After a minute of this treatment, she knew that she would come in a few seconds no matter what he did to her leg, and then he dropped it. Damn.
She noticed vaguely that the room had filled up, and not just with the Bonded either. She saw Stina lay her hand on the young Lord's shoulder and a light shimmer spread over his body as she filled his body up with fluids and nutrients. Amy was kneeling on the floor, and the Lord's erect penis was just a few obnoxious centimetres from her mouth. By almost wrenching her shoulders out of their sockets, she managed to reach it and take the head in her mouth. He looked down on her and smiled, and then he slowly walked towards her, driving himself further and further into her mouth as she baked against the wall. When her neck was pressed against the unyielding stone, he pushed some more, and he must have morphed, because the huge, hard member made the 90 degree turn down her throat. She was very grateful that she didn't need to breathe as she had no desire for him to pull out. Ever. She used her forked tongue as much as she could, and she could tell by his twitching that he enjoyed it. The jolt when he pulled out was fast, and she mewed in disappointment before he lifted her hips and left her hanging on her wrists and some kind of unseen support under her back. She couldn't think any more and when he moved that huge head up and down her slit, slowly and softly, she stammered and cried and tried desperately to jerk herself down and get that thing inside of her. He made like he was going to drop her again, and she was on the brink of despair, when he shoved a full foot of him into her arse. Somehow, he carried her over the limits, without allowing her to come as he ponded her insides and she felt every square millimetre of him moving inside her without allowing her to come. Later, she would never understand how he managed to turn her over without breaking both her arms, but she reasoned that he might have, and she just didn't notice. She was lifted from the floor by her tail, and finally got the monstrous member into the core of her being. She couldn't stop herself from starting to feed from it, but this one didn't weaken or wane, but filled her out completely as she had her fill of vital energy, and then some. He grabbed her shoulder, and she was released from the wall. He carried her over to the bed, by his hands on her wing-joints and his cock in her distended pussy, and he pushed her head into the pillows and continued to slam into her for what seemed like an eternity. He turned her over again without pulling out, just dodging the passing wings, and he supported his weight on her breasts as he leaned down towards her and whispered.
“Are you tamed yet? Whose are you?”
“I'm ... I'm yours, your pet, your fuck toy or bed warmer or anything. Please, Master, please let me cum, pleasepleaseplease...”
He lifted her arse, and put the crown of his member just inside her tightest entrance, bent down to her dripping snatch, and placed a kiss – just one – on her engorged clitoris. That was all.
The people in the room was expecting a violent, thundering orgasm, but the worn-out Succubus simply stopped. Only Harry, who was touching her, could sense the forceful and fairly pleasant currents that had temporarily separated the red fiend from her body. He kept moving inside her, keeping himself on the brink, until her eyes fluttered, and she opened them with a brand new fire to her gaze. Still, she didn't take control but waited for him. He stood at the side of the bed, moving inside her until he pulled out and told her.
“I'm about to come. Take it.”
“I want you to come in my throat,” she said, and realized her mistake immediately.
“Then I won't,” he said and began stroking himself just out of reach. Suddenly, one of the bonded – Amy couldn't tell who – rushed forward and whispered something to him, and his surprised look gave way to a grin. He grabbed her horns and began to fuck her face, and when she felt the tell-tale twitching, he pulled out and, of all things he could possibly do, he pressed his cock to her nose.
Her highly magical body was very resilient, and she could easily get hit by a truck or gunfire and walk away more or less unharmed, but she did have a sense of smell. That meant, of course, that the inside of a Succubus' nose is one of her very few weak spots. While her body was more or less a flexible mass, therefore capable of taking things like violence and insane male appendages with ease, her head was more or less of human design, and having semen shot into her nasal cavity – loads of semen at high velocity – gave her the most unusual sensation of pain.
As she reflexively pulled away, it covered her face and got in her eyes. Semen in the eyes is naturally something of a lifestyle hazard for a sex fiend, but she didn't have time to close the inner, transparent eyelids, so that stung as well. Succubi don't feel pain, normally. They're beyond tough, so Amy's overcharged and battered nervous system reacted to the unaccustomed influx in the only way it knew how. Explosively.
This orgasm was more along the usual lines, with spasms, screams and an abundance of fluids, and as Harry manhandled her again, shoving his still ejaculating member into her arse again, her orgasm was extended even further. She didn't know, nor would she have cared, that the Bonded had asked Harry to maintain his ejaculation as long as he possibly could. All she knew was that when she was finally let down, her belly was even bigger than the now seriously round Gabrielle's. The biggest difference was the sloshing sound when Amy moved. Harry grinned, cleaned himself up with a burst of magic and left.
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He had travelled far, and gone through much, but this was the first time he had ever dropped out of an Apparition. He was simply too exhausted, and the heavily enchanted backpack sapped his strength much faster than he anticipated. As soon as he stopped, the embroidered runes on the sack would connect to the leyline grid, but when he was moving the wards had to take their power from him. With a couple of Point Me-spells, he was able to triangulate his position, and he laughed wearily when he realised that he was just about a mile from Kilchurn Castle. He figured out the direction and started walking.
He was almost surprised that he could see the place at all. After all, he could hardly be called a friend, or even ally. He was very careful about cancelling all of his concealment charms as he approached, and he even flared his signature once or twice, so that he wouldn't surprise anyone. He also took pains to avoid the detection charms that he had grown accustomed to cast with almost every breath, but he couldn't turn off his Mage Sight. He nodded politely to the beings that was tracking or possibly escorting him. He recognised a couple of Huldr, and some other elf-like being whose name he had forgotten, but there were other eyes on him that he failed to identify. He wasn't particularly worried, though. Kilchurn did have a reputation of acting swiftly, but not in haste. When he eventually reached the gates, he called out.
“I wish to see the Lord!”
The guard on the parapet called back.
“Who wishes to see the Lord?”
“Albus Brian Percival Wulfric Dumbledore!”
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Susan was supporting herself against a wall, and tears of laughter streaked her cheeks. Ginny had just passed, giving her a glowing review of the session in the repeatedly repaired boudoir. When Harry had staggered through the hall, she had collapsed in helpless laughter.
“Only you, Harry. Only you would shag a Succubus senseless.”
Harry did get slightly annoyed by that, but had to cede the point. Perhaps that was unusual. Just not to him.
“Oh come on, Susan. I do have a certain advantage. I don't get tired, and I don't lose the powers she eats, either.”
“That great big tonker of yours doesn't hurt either, does it?”
He thought about that for a second. She hadn't been that tight, so probably, she would adapt to anything just like he did.
“I don't think size matters to her, really. How's Nev these days?”
“Tired and happy. His parents are great, he's insanely busy and he's having the time of his life. He's also about to propose, I think. I'm headed for the island now. Can I take a message?”, She asked in an annoyingly cheery voice. Harry just smiled.
“Sure. Tell him that a very pleasant, but formal woman known these days as Sippa White has a suggestion that I really like, and I told her to take it to him. I approve, though.”
Susan arched an eyebrow, thought for a second and released a brilliant smile.
“Sippa huh? You know, I really should thank you for letting me deliver such a message. He'll kiss me senseless.”
“Better you than me, but why?”
“Because it means that you made a policy decision and gave him an outline for a project, but you're leaving the details to him. He'll think you're trained, and not just bloody lucky.”
“You mean this is what he wants me to do?” Harry asked incredulously.
“Pretty much, yes. Wait a second.”
There was a buzzing sound until the distraction charms kicked in and he chose to let them affect him. After all, he didn't need to know everything. That was Neville's job. Susan held a quick conversation with her sleeve, before she turned back to him.
“Harry, you'd better get down to the Grand Hall. Dumbledore's here. Now, Lord yourself up but leave the sword. He's a guest, you're the Lord and don't you forget it. I'll give the word to your Bonded and then I'm out of here. By your leave, My Lord?”
She made a proper, courtly curtsey, and he bowed in kind. Sometimes she broke out in Formality, and he had learned not to make fun of her.
“Certainly, Lady Susan. Do give my kindest regards to my most faithful retainer, would you please?”
Susan giggled, and ran off.
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The grand hall wasn't very impressive, and that impressed Dumbledore. He would have expected an enchanted ceiling, perhaps fairy lights and a convoluted mess of impressive enchantments, just to underline the power of the Sorcerers.
Dumbledore was well aware of that his own title was nothing more than a word, as Sorcerers these days were nothing but highly knowledgeable men and women, who perhaps were on the upper side of average in power, but who didn't hold a candle to a real one.
Apart from the odd trophies, the room would have fitted into most Muggle castles. Well, he acknowledged his lack of expertise, as there might be things missing that would have been there in a Muggle castle and that he just wouldn't expect, but the normalcy of the room was highly impressive. There was no need to flaunt magic here. There was no point in impressing anyone, so the room didn't even try.
It was like with dogs, he mused. When Albus was young, one of the caretakers in his school had had a Papillon, and the tiny dog was constantly yapping but still didn't frighten anyone. The headmaster had had a Hungarian Kuvasz, who rarely barked at all, but when it did, it meant business. No one crossed that dog except possibly the Menagerie-teacher whose monstrous St Bernard-Irish wolfhound cross never barked. Sometimes it glared and when it did, the headmaster's white menace retreated at once.
This place didn't bark either. It didn't have to; It had tamed the United Kingdom with much less than a glare. He was still unsure whether young Mr Potter would meet with him. They hadn't parted as friends, exactly. Actually, they hadn't seen each other since Albus had tried to protect the boy who had shot Mr Potter in the back, but failed spectacularly. Now he knew why, of course, but that didn't change his past actions. As he heard a door open, he turned.
Harry entered with a confident stride and a smile. Instead of “Lording himself up”, he had opted for his normal wear for Castle use. Black hide trousers, rather loose, a new white shirt in Acromantula silk and Veela hair embroideries, highlighted with coloured hairs from the Huldr. To that, he wore a Lindorm belt with fastenings for all kinds of things, even if it was currently empty. He sensed his girls going into high alert, and Ginny was a flaming streak right under the ceiling aiming from the Arch chamber.
“Professor? Granted, I've been skipping class a lot, but what are you doing here beyond the last vestiges of civilization?”
“Ah Har... Lord Potter. I'm here by accident. I happened to fall out of Apparition about a mile off, and I took it as Divine interference. I hope I'm not disturbing you?”
“Not at all, Professor. Breakfast?”
“Please.”
As the two cautious men sat down in the chairs in front of the fire and the Elves brought breakfast, Harry felt Stina grafting the now usual expansion to his mind. These days, there was a warm pool in the lower levels of the castle that was connected to the Loch. It was called the report room, and his people found it much nicer to dive into the warm water after a watch or patrol rather than to file reports manually, for some reason. This also meant that Harry now knew everything that had happened on the Headmaster's trek to the castle. He decided that there might not be any nefarious schemes in action, but he didn't quite relax.
“Professor, I can't really help noticing the backpack you have there. The warding is heavy – and I've allowed the Castle to take the maintenance of course – but the Magics that are still emanating from it is really Dark.”
“It should be. It's most of Voldemort's soul in there.”
“What?”
“Tell me, or rather, please don't tell me that you know anything about Horcruces?”
“Never heard the word, really. Wait, I'm getting something here. Soul jars?”
“Most apt. Created by the foulest of magics, and unfortunately almost impossible to destroy. It has been brought to my attention that you might be the one most suited to destroy these things, so therefore I present you with this responsibility. By all accounts, you are the new epitome of light in the realm. I will of course assist you in every way I can.”
“Hmm. There may be some way to devour the soul pieces though. That would be the easy solution, perhaps. Let's eat and I'll have some ideas ready.”
As they ate and made some small talk, Stina's partition of the shared mind almost boiled. This was what the Ancient Sorcerers used the bond for, and he felt Gabrielle, Ginny, and, interestingly enough, Disa, studying all kinds of texts in the library at both Kilchurn and Hogwarts. He noticed, distantly, that Madame Pince tried to keep Ginny out of the restricted section, but a display of fire around some tomes made the aged librarian shut up rather quickly. The library was fireproof of course, but Ginny's flames were not fire; they were Ginny. When Harry had reached his customary ice coffee and Dumbledore had a tiny cup of something between Turkish coffee and paint remover in his hand, Jorunn, Saga, and Amy entered. Jorunn wore her white gown and her hair was held in place with thin silver chains, while Amy wore a black cheerleading outfit with strategic holes for her tail and wings. Number 69, of course. She was looking bright-eyed and alert, and Harry was certain that she looked even sexier than before. The Bond confirmed that once she had absorbed the enormous amount he had pumped into her she had grown a cup-size, and all in all, had benefited enormously. He would get the full run-down later. Saga however, looked a fright, and had clearly just gotten out of bed and thrown her skirt and blouse on, so Harry directed her to the floor in front of him, and conjured a soft brush.
The aged wizard looked on in amusement as the powerful young man began brushing out the Huldr's hair, and he was also a bit embarrassed about the little sounds of contentment that she made.
“Professor, to my right here is Jorunn, one of my Bonded. She's the magically strongest of my Huldr, and generally a tough girl. To my left is Amy, or Amithriabagdalah, the liaison to the Ebon Shade council and this vision of beauty-to-be is my mother in law, Saga, who is a pureblooded Huldr. As they are all quite competent in the absorption of life force, they might be useful in incapacitating these devices.”
“Ah. It's a genuine pleasure, my Ladies. This will be most interesting.”
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Ron and Miss Blue was currently on the poop deck. Miss Blue wanted him to take her anally, and he had decided that it really should be done there. She didn't mind in the slightest. She was standing on the deck of the ship, bent forward over the railing and was getting shagged in her arse by a surprisingly gentle lover. He had proven over the course of the last three hours that he was powerful, long-lasting and strong enough to hold her in the air for ten minutes straight, but his gentleness was the greatest thing about him. He didn't notice when the flying ship went down low outside a large city and a blonde with huge tits climbed aboard, but Miss Blue did. The girl's silvery eyes twinkled, and Miss Blue heard her voice in her head, even though her Occlumency shields were in place.
#Hello Miss, I'm Luna, the Goddess of Indecent Proposals and Negotiable Affection, and I'm really peckish right now. Could I have his cum, please?#
#Um... Sure. If he agrees, of course...#
#Thanks.#
The girl walked up to Ron, and seemed to walk out of her clothes with ease. Miss Blue watched her kneel by Ron's feet and open her mouth to speak before Ron interrupted her.
“Hello Luna. Want some cum?”
“Yes please.”
He pulled out of Miss Blue's arse and something shimmered over his member before Luna popped it into her mouth and began sucking it like a straw. Judging by Ron's enraptured look, she was very good at it, and by her repeated swallows, he must have come a lot. When he was done, and she had licked both of them clean, she stood up in a smooth motion, and her clothes seemed to flow up on her again.
“Thank you, both of you. Shall we go home now?”
“I think so. Do you need anything?” Ron asked calmly, like nothing special had happened.
“Not right now, but I would appreciate a threesome in two or three hours, if that could be arranged.”
“I think it could. Find yourself a cabin.”
With that, Captain Ron left for the bridge, Goddess Luna left for the cabins and Miss Blue felt left out. For lack of anything better to do, she walked over to the stern as the ship began to turn and sat down by the figurehead.
“So what am I going to do now, then?”
“Have sex,” The figurehead answered. “Lots of really good sex. See here, you've come across a goldmine. You are in position to gain the trust and confidence of two powerful and highly unpredictable people, and the only thing you really have to do to gain it is to have orgasms. This is the break of a lifetime.”
“No offence, but you're made of wood. How do you know that?”
“Do you dispute the knowledge contained in a bookcase? Trust me, I'm wooden.”
“That might be the oddest argument I've ever folded to.”
“I'm glad you liked it.”
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Denise watched the tower battlements in her sniper scope. There! It must be him. Messy hair, broad shoulders, five foot four, scar on the forehead. She clicked the safety off. There was no wind, but the bullet would drop almost an extra inch over the cold lake so she compensated and pulled the trigger.
A/N: and I really wanted to end the chapter there, but I'm not that cruel.
Nothing happened. Something was jamming the trigger. Angry about losing the shot, she looked down at the trigger. A finger was jammed in behind it, a slender finger with a long pink nail. It was attached to a strong arm that went to a naked girl with amber eyes. The girl was smiling, but it was not a friendly smile, as it revealed a decidedly carnivorous dental array.
“No move. I eat things like you, and my friend there likes your butt.”
Denise dared a look behind her. Between her spread legs was one of the most ridiculous magical predators in full attack mode. The Lindorm had taken its tail in its mouth and risen like a wheel. The swirling scales made a sound like a very silent sawblade, and she understood that if she didn't obey exactly, she'd be cut in half from the bottom up. Despite the danger, she almost smiled. Apparently, clause 3 of her contract – the really lucrative clause – was about to kick in.
“Take me to the Lord. I want to have his baby.”
Author's notes: So, I find “the hunt for the Horcruxes” to be a really bad thing to do to a fic, and unfortunately, only Jbern has managed it in a non-dull way. Also, Rowling didn't do a too shabby job of it, originally. This doesn't help the fact that the entire thing seems to be designed for a computer game. Hey, has anyone written a HP/Tombraider crossover? So, I let Fumbledore deal with the boring stuff.
Klaboutermannikin is a ... Hell, you can google as well as I can. If you're interested, go figure. The hunting method of the Lindorm is to roll between peoples legs, cutting them up. Silly, but authentic.
I'm hammering on a really silly story regarding the ship and it's crew. The barmy captain, the distracted Goddess, the despairing scientist, and the bright ship may not be the most sensible outset, but that's why I waste time introducing them. In case I ever decide to publish “East of the sun.” I'm having fun with them.
So, loads of smut here, and not much sense. As some people has been whining about the FOE!, keep your eye on Miss Jackson, and figure it out. It'll be right there in the next two chapters.
Now, set your neighbour's hedge on fire for pfeil, whose hard labour makes this fic a lot more readable than what it otherwise would be.
Toodles, read, review, review again, read all my fics and chapters and review them too, and have a nice day.
Vanir
“It seems a shame”, the walrus said,“To play them such a trick.
Amy awoke at the onset of twilight. The best thing, she thought, about staying in a place like this was the dimensions. It was huge. She stepped out of her guest-cell and strolled down to a large room, supposedly an armoury of old, where the ceiling was high enough and stretched. Now, Succubi wouldn't be considered as sexy or graceful if more people ever saw them stretch. First the arms, causing the fringe of hair near the elbows to stand on end, then the legs. Many thought that she was tiptoeing, when in reality, her foot was really only the small divided area that looked like two stout toes, and what people believed to be her heel was actually a backward knee. That made for some truly ridiculous postures as she stretched every joint, every tendon in her nimble body until finishing with her wings and her tail. The large, black membranes were stretched until almost transparent, and as she shuddered in pleasure, a loud thrumming sound was released. Her tail was rigid and bent backwards almost to her shoulders, and with arms and legs stretched, the stiff arching tail and the spread wings vibrating to make her hair stand out like a black halo, she looked patently ridiculous. Of course, as soon as she relaxed with a happy little sigh, her natural allure and megawatt-sexuality resumed transmissions. She would have to go back to Manchester soon. Soon. Not today, though, but soon. She had lost count on how many days she had told herself that very thing. She jumped when she heard a voice behind her.
“You know, if you simply ask my husband to fuck you, it will save you a lot of time. You're welcome to stay, of course, but I thought you wanted to go back home.”
Amy turned to see the Ladies Gabrielle and Ginevra sitting in a window-niche. Gabrielle had taken to projecting a kind of silvery light with sparkling swirls in her long hair, to match the flickering flames of Ginevra. The fiery hair of the young Lady was quite striking, and it didn't set her clothes on fire any more, even though it was still very warm to the touch. She had permanently removed her pubic hair, though. Apparently her flames got hotter as she did, and she had set her Lord's pubes on fire twice before reaching the inevitable conclusion. Amy approved.
“My sisters would laugh at me if I did. We're not supposed to ask, knickers in hand. We're supposed to take the men we want, but he'd spank me if I tried, and not in the good way, either. The other option is 'Why, Rhett, whatever are you thinking?' and your husband just won't give a damn.”
They laughed at the images she had presented, from the pout at the spanking comment to the wide-eyed, brainless Southern Belle. She was quite proud of her shape-shifting abilities, even though she couldn't fool any one in the Castle, as she wasn't exactly the only morphologically gifted resident.
“Don't worry,” Gabrielle giggled, “You'll get there. I'll take you under my personal wing, and everything will be all right.” As she spoke, she revealed her latest trick, courtesy of her maternal Veela hormones, and changed her arms into huge wings.
“Yes, honey, you need to be more flexible, and turn up the heat a bit,” laughed Ginny, transforming to her Naga-shape, and releasing her full flames. “Oh, Sugar,” she continued when she realized that she had torched another robe.
Amy thought that for all her fire and sheer viciousness, the Lady Ginevra had things to learn when it came to swearing. The unlikely trio of the angelic, pregnant Veela, the red-skinned sex fiend, and the hovering burning snake-babe strolled – or drifted – towards Ginny's chambers. Sometimes, it was very nice to be in a place where everybody knew your shape.
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Miss Blue was relaxing on the deck of the flying ship that apparently changed name with the Captain's moods. As they crossed Sjaelland, the name changed to Skidbladner and Miss Blue didn't ask. She was constantly astounded by Captain Ron. He held the wheel for hours, sometimes days at a time, humming and sometimes reciting books and poems to himself. Of course the ship had a fully functional autopilot in the ensouled and animated figurehead. The carving of the voluptuous lady had been a remarkable feat of magic in itself, seeing as the sculpting had been done with magics Miss Blue had never seen before, and in German to boot. Miss Blue had seen a lot in her years as an Unspeakable, and the Cognivores were an unknown quantity, but Ron proved a very interesting study in so many fields. She was very happy about her shrunken reference library, as terms like Klaboutermannikin had little meaning to her under normal circumstances, but sometimes, things like that became very important. She had had many interesting conversations with the ensouled piece of wood, and she was reasonably certain that Ron actually had created a real Klaboutermannikin. It had a slightly wooden sense of humor, though, and had donned a horned helmet and a driven metal bra with the new name, in the face of Ron's objections that Vikings never used horned helmets. The figurehead's calm response had been most convincing.
“Who's made of wood, you or me?”
In the face of such compelling logic, Ron had simply nodded and returned to the bridge.
There was one area that she hadn't been quite successful in to this point. She had dressed in skimpy outfits, flashed him “accidentally”, given him all sorts of hints and he still hadn't done anything about it. It was time for some drastic measures.
On Ron's side, he was having a great time. He had his Ship, he had a good figurehead and his First Mate had a pretty good figure below her head as well. He was fairly certain that she had tried to come on to him a few times, but he wasn't sure. It could be the cuckoo talking, and the one thing he didn't want to do was to show a woman less respect than she expected. Or something like that, anyway. He was originally shy, and while he didn't have to be unless he wanted to, it was a habit. She drove him nuts, though. The way she always bent at the waist to pick things up, the way she refused to wear a bra, and the way she always walked across the deck covered in a towel that didn't quite cover anything, really. He kept his hands firmly on the wheel when he saw her get up and approach him.
“Captain? I'll be in my cabin masturbating for a while. Or would you like to join me for some wild sweaty fucking?”
The wheel creaked as the figurehead took control of the course. The Klaboutermannikin directed the ship into the clouds, and adjusted the course with booming sails as the high altitude jet-winds caught them and hurled them towards Lambohov. She had been guiding ships for centuries, and had had her fair share of mad captains, but this one was a lot more fun than most and flying was so much fun than the more mundane sailing. She would care for him. The Goddess knew he couldn't care for himself.
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Harry, a boy raised in a cupboard who had learned his name from his teacher and even shyly corrected the teacher that his name wasn't Harry, it was Freak, who had gained no friends, and who had suffered more broken bones in his first decade of life than the human body actually has, was feeling very good this morning. Anyone waking up in a boob wonderland would, after all. After carefully taking in his surroundings, he pushed a rather generalized Reparo out into the room. It was certainly needed. Gabrielle had pushed him more than ever the night before, which had resulted in severely torn sheets and feathers from the ripped pillows and duvets all over the place, and once he had levitated the happily exhausted girl to her bedroom, the two Huldr had pounced, so he seriously doubted that there was a single piece of intact furniture in the room. He vaguely remembered pounding Disa from behind while she steadied herself on the stout four-poster bed until he shagged her straight through the post, at which time Jorunn had flipped him over, straddled him, and ridden him at a pace that would have given both of them friction burns if it hadn't been for his Healing magic. Now, with the morning sun peeking in through the curtains, he was resting his head on Disa's incredible bosom and, for once, Jorunn was positioned across him with her back over his chest and her four nipples pointing proudly at the ceiling. She was also snoring, which he for some reason found incredibly endearing. He felt the resting group rise slightly as the stuffing crept back inside the mattress, and the splinters from the bed slowly came together again. The odd creaking sound of the dressing mirror mending itself set his teeth on edge, as well as made Jorunn stop snoring.
“Morning, Love”, he whispered and smiled as her nipples immediately contracted. “Sleep well?”
“Oh, just purr-fect. Sometimes I really envy cats. This would be a great time to start purring. Would you pet me, please?”
He smiled gently, and started stroking his feral lover while she preened under his hands, flexing and twisting to give him full access. He was slightly surprised that she didn't direct his hands between her legs, but she seemed perfectly content being stroked and scratched like a cat or a dog. He certainly didn't mind, and he almost giggled when his lovely firm pillows started to vibrate, and the unmistakable sound of purring filled the room. Disa's voice had a cute little vibrato when she spoke.
“Good morning, and yes, it's a good time to have a feline second form. Actually, I didn't know Lynx could purr until I tried just now.”
Jorunn twisted herself downwards on the pile that was slowly reforming to a bed, until she could look up at her Master and co-consort while caressing her own face with Harry's hardening member. She made a mock pout.
“Now I'm really envious. The only even remotely funny thing I got from my vixen form is the tendency to stomp my feet if you rub my ribs. And yes, I moved to keep you both from testing that.”
Harry laughed, and Disa did too, if his suddenly bouncing pillows were any indication.
“Love, you're a vixen in every inch. Have I mentioned just how much I love the two of you?”
“Yes, many times. You don't need to, though. Every time I sense that part of you in the Bond, it almost bowls me over. Then, I get horny.” She emphasized her point by taking a few inches of him in her mouth with exaggerated desire on her face, until she giggled too much to keep him in.
“Isn't that your ground state of being? For both of you?” He looked upwards, trying to see Disa's face, so she wriggled out from under him until she could push her enormous boobs in his face and look him in the eyes at the same time, while Jorunn continued to treat his member in its accustomed way.
“Hmm. I guess it is. You up for another go? There's something I think you'll like. Jorunn, dear, why don't you put that sweet little cunny of yours over his face while I try my throat a bit?”
Harry just lay still as his two lovely ladies crawled over him. Once or twice he was reminded that Huldr bodies were denser than humans. With two women reluctant to lose body contact, knee incidents are prone to happen. He didn't care much, as he enhanced his tongue by a couple of inches and tasted his fox-tailed lady's depths. A new sensation almost closed down his mind, though. He had heard stories of humming blow-jobs, but to be deep-throated by forcefully purring girl almost made the veteran of uncountable encounters pop his cork immediately. Unable to deal with the intense sensation in any constructive way, he howled, and buried his face in Jorunn's fragrant snatch. That did, in turn, make the brunette Huldr push her friend's head even further down over their beloved Master, which made him lose focus completely. His slow and gentle repair-charm was broken apart, and the debris in the room started whirling around faster and faster as he rose from the tatters of the bed like a feathered Leviathan, but faster. He lifted the protesting blond off him, and turned her around in the air with equal amounts of arm strength and distraught magic, and plunged into her vagina, gentle as a derailing train. As he held her shoulders, with her arms over his, he hammered every millimetre of his cock into her over and over, forcing himself deeper each time, and the power of his thrusts made her huge breasts bounce up in her face until he was getting too close. He simply dropped her into the swirling magic and grabbed Jorunn by her long hair. Pulling her close, he forced his crown between her lips and shoved himself down her throat. After a few full length strokes, he pulled out to let her breath, and caught the passing squirrel-tail. Honestly, he did aim for her pussy, but he missed. He didn't care much, and by her urgings, she really didn't mind as he forced his cock into her arse with close to unstoppable force. This time, though, he did stop when he was half way in, and twisted her around on the axis of his flesh until she was facing him. He sensed Jorunn casting something similar to the usual charm on his and Disa's point of union, but he didn't care much. Revelling in the incredible tightness and intense warmth of her body, he grunted in displeasure as Jorunn pulled him out, but when he looked at her, she was displaying her own back side, with her vividly red tail waving come-hither for all its worth, and he wasn't tardy. This time he did hit his intended target, and he took the fox-tail from behind with fierce energy that made her howl and scream and cry until he finally reached the top step of his ladder of sensations. Having left his sense behind some time ago, he kept pumping into her as he filled her insides with hot semen, and his adaptive body responded by producing more and more semen until he finally, belatedly, passed out from exhaustion, dehydration, and brain anaemia. Jorunn just managed to be amazed before she followed him.
“And I feared I was the one who would go feral.”
Disa was in better shape, although thoroughly fucked through, so she was awake when Dobby showed up to survey the result of the now-aborted magic storm. The little tweed-clad elf climbed slowly over the piles of debris, now completely beyond repair, and he shook his head disappointedly as he looked at the prone shape lying among the tattered and soggy remains of the bed. In the voice of someone discovering what the puppy had done to the carpet, he said.
“Oh Master!”
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Denise Jackson was making herself comfortable. After all, it might just be a very long wait. She checked her supplies for the fifth time, and noticed that she might run low on water if she had to stay for more than a week. There was a small stream twenty meters away, but it was normally a bit too far to move. Her sniper rifle was set up, and the telescopic sight with the sophisticated reflex-less lenses was ready and aimed at the parapets of the castle on the other side of the lake. She was almost invisible, hidden under a very advanced concealment cover. Impervious to heat-seekers, radar, scent-tracking and loads of other detection methods, one of the world's best assassins was prepared to wait a long time to take her shot. She only had five bullets for her rifle. She had never needed more.
Lindorms are quite beautiful, but as magical predators go, they're patently ridiculous. Apart from their camouflage and their bizarre hunting method, they're not really that special. Their iridescent scales only shine like silver when they're removed from the serpent. Under the influence of the living magic of the beast, they reflect the surroundings, making a Lindorm very hard to see. Lindorms also have very bad eye-sight, trusting their senses of smell and electrics instead. This particular Lindorm sensed the sniper's nervous charges, but detected no smell or image. With reptilian patience, it settled to accumulate as much information as possible before reporting.
It wasn't particularly bright, but it remembered the signals for Strange, Threat, and Come. After several hours, it thought it knew enough, and as soon as the sun shone for a brief moment, it adjusted the scales on its head to flash the signals towards the castle. Then it settled again, its eyes locked at the special point of the castle, waiting for instructions.
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Lord Voldemort was certain that this had been the only option he had left, but now, he was seriously considering giving up the whole dark dominion malarkey and opening a shop or something. One that sold soaps and deodorants, preferably. In his quest for immortality, he had traded some of his human characteristics for reptilian ones, and at the time, he hadn't regretted his weakened sense of smell at all. Now though, he fully understood what it meant to taste the air. His tongue was more sensitive to tastes in the air than he had been aware of and unfortunately, he had learned this in a room, chock-full of armpits untouched by soap. Once he had his empire, daily showers would be mandatory. On pain of pain and death. If he really felt vicious, he could always expose his enemies to the pensieve memory of all these armpits. Yes, damn it. He was Lord Voldemort. He was cruel enough to do that. He had to move quickly, though. As he lost the connection with the Dark Marks, he was losing his old drive, and was letting himself get distracted by something as silly as smell. He who had worked for weeks without sleep on stinking, putrid Inferi; He who had done unimaginable deeds and performed the most vile rituals to enhance himself. How could he be ready to flee from unwashed armpits? He had less than ten marked ones left, and they were not of the same quality as the rest. Snape was in hiding, and he would get one, too. The dark beacon of the Mark was easy to find if he took the time, but he still needed another hundred under his banner. It wouldn't be hard. All he had to do was to convince the witless wonders that came to these marshland rallies that he would be using Britain as a staging area for an attack at Washington DC. Some moron would shout something about the south rising again, everybody would cheer, shoot sparks, guzzle moonshine, and eventually fall over. Ah well, they were numbers. They may not be able to count higher than eleven without taking their socks off, but they would all need to take a curse to fall, and that was all they needed to do.
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Harry woke up to an enticing sight. There was nothing new about this; he always did, but this time, the posterior with the wagging tail that caught his eye was bright red, and the tail was hairless and pointy. He glanced downwards and noticed that the lovely fiend was in the company of his two youngest ladies and that they were all staring at his member. He forced his organ to stay down, and listened to their whispered conversation.
“You've got to be kidding. It's just not possible.”
The Succubus sounded more wistful than disbelieving, but Gabrielle was insistent.
“He did! He came in my arse, and filled me up through my throat. It almost killed me, and I don't think I'll do it again, but that time, it was worth it.”
“Damn. And you both think he'd be powerful enough to take me, even if I get really excited? Usually, I can't stay submissive if the guy's any good. I always take the initiative sooner or later.”
This time, Ginny took the question.
“He can hold you down with one hand, or he can be really dominant and morph your body into a bond on its own.”
“Like he did me that night too,” Gabrielle filled in. “He morphed my breasts so large I couldn't stand, then he fucked my nipples. He actually pushed his cock into my breasts and there was nothing I could do. I couldn't even reach my nipples, or really move at all. Trust me, he can take you if he wants to. If you want to play a rape game, all you need is a safe word. He'll fuck your horns off.”
“And he'll come like a fountain?”
“Sometimes, yes. If he knows you want it I'm sure he can make it so. You saw the room.”
“Oh yes. It must have been more than a gallon of cum on the floor, and there's no telling how much the Huldr had inside of them. You really won't mind if I fuck your husband?”
“Nope.” Ginny responded. “Just try to hold back a bit so you won't Bond him, please. If it happens it happens and once you're in the bond we will all love you, but if you can choose, please don't.”
The Succubus hesitated for a minute, before she asked in a small voice.
“How do I ask a guy to pretend to rape me? I'm out of my depth here.”
Harry looked at his wife with one eye, and she quickly hid her smirk after a quick confirmation in the Bond. Instead, she asked the suddenly shy sex fiend.
“You have a safe word?”
“Yes. Vauxhall. It's the greatest turnoff I know.”
Knowing that, Harry used all his control to make his member as hard as possible as fast as possible, and he energized his healing magics to replenish his almost depleted reserves. As he grabbed the tail of the crimson babe, he sent quick orders to the Bonded nearby. She wanted a fierce shagging and lots of cum, so he needed building materials. He jerked her upright, and before she had time to react, he walked into her, face to face and pushed her backwards into the wall. He grabbed her hands, bent them over her shoulders, and forced her to kneel a bit before he pressed her hands to the stone wall, where they sank in about an inch. When he let go, her hands were trapped and he stood back and smirked at her. He leaned forward towards her, and extended his index finger. He brought the tip close to her right nipple, and released a spark. The succubus groaned. The second spark made her moan, and when he tapped her a third time, the winged girl was almost crying and the scent of her musk was very strong. He straightened up again and summoned her left foot into his hands. He bent his magics a bit to support her awkward position before he kissed her toes. Her flowing quim was laid open to him, but he ignored it, and instead gave her leg his full attention. He kissed and licked, caressed and even pinched the soft, red flesh a couple of times and she kept watching him with wide eyes, moaning, crying and sometimes sobbing in desire but he wouldn't let her cum. Every time she got too close, he would pull back a bit and let her settle some. In the process, she discovered hundreds of erogenous zones on her leg that she hadn't been aware of, and they coincided somehow with everywhere he put his hands.
With a sudden move, he caught her swishing tail, and started to tease her leg with the point, drawing figures on her skin with it and using it as a brush with long, slow strokes. After a minute of this treatment, she knew that she would come in a few seconds no matter what he did to her leg, and then he dropped it. Damn.
She noticed vaguely that the room had filled up, and not just with the Bonded either. She saw Stina lay her hand on the young Lord's shoulder and a light shimmer spread over his body as she filled his body up with fluids and nutrients. Amy was kneeling on the floor, and the Lord's erect penis was just a few obnoxious centimetres from her mouth. By almost wrenching her shoulders out of their sockets, she managed to reach it and take the head in her mouth. He looked down on her and smiled, and then he slowly walked towards her, driving himself further and further into her mouth as she baked against the wall. When her neck was pressed against the unyielding stone, he pushed some more, and he must have morphed, because the huge, hard member made the 90 degree turn down her throat. She was very grateful that she didn't need to breathe as she had no desire for him to pull out. Ever. She used her forked tongue as much as she could, and she could tell by his twitching that he enjoyed it. The jolt when he pulled out was fast, and she mewed in disappointment before he lifted her hips and left her hanging on her wrists and some kind of unseen support under her back. She couldn't think any more and when he moved that huge head up and down her slit, slowly and softly, she stammered and cried and tried desperately to jerk herself down and get that thing inside of her. He made like he was going to drop her again, and she was on the brink of despair, when he shoved a full foot of him into her arse. Somehow, he carried her over the limits, without allowing her to come as he ponded her insides and she felt every square millimetre of him moving inside her without allowing her to come. Later, she would never understand how he managed to turn her over without breaking both her arms, but she reasoned that he might have, and she just didn't notice. She was lifted from the floor by her tail, and finally got the monstrous member into the core of her being. She couldn't stop herself from starting to feed from it, but this one didn't weaken or wane, but filled her out completely as she had her fill of vital energy, and then some. He grabbed her shoulder, and she was released from the wall. He carried her over to the bed, by his hands on her wing-joints and his cock in her distended pussy, and he pushed her head into the pillows and continued to slam into her for what seemed like an eternity. He turned her over again without pulling out, just dodging the passing wings, and he supported his weight on her breasts as he leaned down towards her and whispered.
“Are you tamed yet? Whose are you?”
“I'm ... I'm yours, your pet, your fuck toy or bed warmer or anything. Please, Master, please let me cum, pleasepleaseplease...”
He lifted her arse, and put the crown of his member just inside her tightest entrance, bent down to her dripping snatch, and placed a kiss – just one – on her engorged clitoris. That was all.
The people in the room was expecting a violent, thundering orgasm, but the worn-out Succubus simply stopped. Only Harry, who was touching her, could sense the forceful and fairly pleasant currents that had temporarily separated the red fiend from her body. He kept moving inside her, keeping himself on the brink, until her eyes fluttered, and she opened them with a brand new fire to her gaze. Still, she didn't take control but waited for him. He stood at the side of the bed, moving inside her until he pulled out and told her.
“I'm about to come. Take it.”
“I want you to come in my throat,” she said, and realized her mistake immediately.
“Then I won't,” he said and began stroking himself just out of reach. Suddenly, one of the bonded – Amy couldn't tell who – rushed forward and whispered something to him, and his surprised look gave way to a grin. He grabbed her horns and began to fuck her face, and when she felt the tell-tale twitching, he pulled out and, of all things he could possibly do, he pressed his cock to her nose.
Her highly magical body was very resilient, and she could easily get hit by a truck or gunfire and walk away more or less unharmed, but she did have a sense of smell. That meant, of course, that the inside of a Succubus' nose is one of her very few weak spots. While her body was more or less a flexible mass, therefore capable of taking things like violence and insane male appendages with ease, her head was more or less of human design, and having semen shot into her nasal cavity – loads of semen at high velocity – gave her the most unusual sensation of pain.
As she reflexively pulled away, it covered her face and got in her eyes. Semen in the eyes is naturally something of a lifestyle hazard for a sex fiend, but she didn't have time to close the inner, transparent eyelids, so that stung as well. Succubi don't feel pain, normally. They're beyond tough, so Amy's overcharged and battered nervous system reacted to the unaccustomed influx in the only way it knew how. Explosively.
This orgasm was more along the usual lines, with spasms, screams and an abundance of fluids, and as Harry manhandled her again, shoving his still ejaculating member into her arse again, her orgasm was extended even further. She didn't know, nor would she have cared, that the Bonded had asked Harry to maintain his ejaculation as long as he possibly could. All she knew was that when she was finally let down, her belly was even bigger than the now seriously round Gabrielle's. The biggest difference was the sloshing sound when Amy moved. Harry grinned, cleaned himself up with a burst of magic and left.
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He had travelled far, and gone through much, but this was the first time he had ever dropped out of an Apparition. He was simply too exhausted, and the heavily enchanted backpack sapped his strength much faster than he anticipated. As soon as he stopped, the embroidered runes on the sack would connect to the leyline grid, but when he was moving the wards had to take their power from him. With a couple of Point Me-spells, he was able to triangulate his position, and he laughed wearily when he realised that he was just about a mile from Kilchurn Castle. He figured out the direction and started walking.
He was almost surprised that he could see the place at all. After all, he could hardly be called a friend, or even ally. He was very careful about cancelling all of his concealment charms as he approached, and he even flared his signature once or twice, so that he wouldn't surprise anyone. He also took pains to avoid the detection charms that he had grown accustomed to cast with almost every breath, but he couldn't turn off his Mage Sight. He nodded politely to the beings that was tracking or possibly escorting him. He recognised a couple of Huldr, and some other elf-like being whose name he had forgotten, but there were other eyes on him that he failed to identify. He wasn't particularly worried, though. Kilchurn did have a reputation of acting swiftly, but not in haste. When he eventually reached the gates, he called out.
“I wish to see the Lord!”
The guard on the parapet called back.
“Who wishes to see the Lord?”
“Albus Brian Percival Wulfric Dumbledore!”
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Susan was supporting herself against a wall, and tears of laughter streaked her cheeks. Ginny had just passed, giving her a glowing review of the session in the repeatedly repaired boudoir. When Harry had staggered through the hall, she had collapsed in helpless laughter.
“Only you, Harry. Only you would shag a Succubus senseless.”
Harry did get slightly annoyed by that, but had to cede the point. Perhaps that was unusual. Just not to him.
“Oh come on, Susan. I do have a certain advantage. I don't get tired, and I don't lose the powers she eats, either.”
“That great big tonker of yours doesn't hurt either, does it?”
He thought about that for a second. She hadn't been that tight, so probably, she would adapt to anything just like he did.
“I don't think size matters to her, really. How's Nev these days?”
“Tired and happy. His parents are great, he's insanely busy and he's having the time of his life. He's also about to propose, I think. I'm headed for the island now. Can I take a message?”, She asked in an annoyingly cheery voice. Harry just smiled.
“Sure. Tell him that a very pleasant, but formal woman known these days as Sippa White has a suggestion that I really like, and I told her to take it to him. I approve, though.”
Susan arched an eyebrow, thought for a second and released a brilliant smile.
“Sippa huh? You know, I really should thank you for letting me deliver such a message. He'll kiss me senseless.”
“Better you than me, but why?”
“Because it means that you made a policy decision and gave him an outline for a project, but you're leaving the details to him. He'll think you're trained, and not just bloody lucky.”
“You mean this is what he wants me to do?” Harry asked incredulously.
“Pretty much, yes. Wait a second.”
There was a buzzing sound until the distraction charms kicked in and he chose to let them affect him. After all, he didn't need to know everything. That was Neville's job. Susan held a quick conversation with her sleeve, before she turned back to him.
“Harry, you'd better get down to the Grand Hall. Dumbledore's here. Now, Lord yourself up but leave the sword. He's a guest, you're the Lord and don't you forget it. I'll give the word to your Bonded and then I'm out of here. By your leave, My Lord?”
She made a proper, courtly curtsey, and he bowed in kind. Sometimes she broke out in Formality, and he had learned not to make fun of her.
“Certainly, Lady Susan. Do give my kindest regards to my most faithful retainer, would you please?”
Susan giggled, and ran off.
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The grand hall wasn't very impressive, and that impressed Dumbledore. He would have expected an enchanted ceiling, perhaps fairy lights and a convoluted mess of impressive enchantments, just to underline the power of the Sorcerers.
Dumbledore was well aware of that his own title was nothing more than a word, as Sorcerers these days were nothing but highly knowledgeable men and women, who perhaps were on the upper side of average in power, but who didn't hold a candle to a real one.
Apart from the odd trophies, the room would have fitted into most Muggle castles. Well, he acknowledged his lack of expertise, as there might be things missing that would have been there in a Muggle castle and that he just wouldn't expect, but the normalcy of the room was highly impressive. There was no need to flaunt magic here. There was no point in impressing anyone, so the room didn't even try.
It was like with dogs, he mused. When Albus was young, one of the caretakers in his school had had a Papillon, and the tiny dog was constantly yapping but still didn't frighten anyone. The headmaster had had a Hungarian Kuvasz, who rarely barked at all, but when it did, it meant business. No one crossed that dog except possibly the Menagerie-teacher whose monstrous St Bernard-Irish wolfhound cross never barked. Sometimes it glared and when it did, the headmaster's white menace retreated at once.
This place didn't bark either. It didn't have to; It had tamed the United Kingdom with much less than a glare. He was still unsure whether young Mr Potter would meet with him. They hadn't parted as friends, exactly. Actually, they hadn't seen each other since Albus had tried to protect the boy who had shot Mr Potter in the back, but failed spectacularly. Now he knew why, of course, but that didn't change his past actions. As he heard a door open, he turned.
Harry entered with a confident stride and a smile. Instead of “Lording himself up”, he had opted for his normal wear for Castle use. Black hide trousers, rather loose, a new white shirt in Acromantula silk and Veela hair embroideries, highlighted with coloured hairs from the Huldr. To that, he wore a Lindorm belt with fastenings for all kinds of things, even if it was currently empty. He sensed his girls going into high alert, and Ginny was a flaming streak right under the ceiling aiming from the Arch chamber.
“Professor? Granted, I've been skipping class a lot, but what are you doing here beyond the last vestiges of civilization?”
“Ah Har... Lord Potter. I'm here by accident. I happened to fall out of Apparition about a mile off, and I took it as Divine interference. I hope I'm not disturbing you?”
“Not at all, Professor. Breakfast?”
“Please.”
As the two cautious men sat down in the chairs in front of the fire and the Elves brought breakfast, Harry felt Stina grafting the now usual expansion to his mind. These days, there was a warm pool in the lower levels of the castle that was connected to the Loch. It was called the report room, and his people found it much nicer to dive into the warm water after a watch or patrol rather than to file reports manually, for some reason. This also meant that Harry now knew everything that had happened on the Headmaster's trek to the castle. He decided that there might not be any nefarious schemes in action, but he didn't quite relax.
“Professor, I can't really help noticing the backpack you have there. The warding is heavy – and I've allowed the Castle to take the maintenance of course – but the Magics that are still emanating from it is really Dark.”
“It should be. It's most of Voldemort's soul in there.”
“What?”
“Tell me, or rather, please don't tell me that you know anything about Horcruces?”
“Never heard the word, really. Wait, I'm getting something here. Soul jars?”
“Most apt. Created by the foulest of magics, and unfortunately almost impossible to destroy. It has been brought to my attention that you might be the one most suited to destroy these things, so therefore I present you with this responsibility. By all accounts, you are the new epitome of light in the realm. I will of course assist you in every way I can.”
“Hmm. There may be some way to devour the soul pieces though. That would be the easy solution, perhaps. Let's eat and I'll have some ideas ready.”
As they ate and made some small talk, Stina's partition of the shared mind almost boiled. This was what the Ancient Sorcerers used the bond for, and he felt Gabrielle, Ginny, and, interestingly enough, Disa, studying all kinds of texts in the library at both Kilchurn and Hogwarts. He noticed, distantly, that Madame Pince tried to keep Ginny out of the restricted section, but a display of fire around some tomes made the aged librarian shut up rather quickly. The library was fireproof of course, but Ginny's flames were not fire; they were Ginny. When Harry had reached his customary ice coffee and Dumbledore had a tiny cup of something between Turkish coffee and paint remover in his hand, Jorunn, Saga, and Amy entered. Jorunn wore her white gown and her hair was held in place with thin silver chains, while Amy wore a black cheerleading outfit with strategic holes for her tail and wings. Number 69, of course. She was looking bright-eyed and alert, and Harry was certain that she looked even sexier than before. The Bond confirmed that once she had absorbed the enormous amount he had pumped into her she had grown a cup-size, and all in all, had benefited enormously. He would get the full run-down later. Saga however, looked a fright, and had clearly just gotten out of bed and thrown her skirt and blouse on, so Harry directed her to the floor in front of him, and conjured a soft brush.
The aged wizard looked on in amusement as the powerful young man began brushing out the Huldr's hair, and he was also a bit embarrassed about the little sounds of contentment that she made.
“Professor, to my right here is Jorunn, one of my Bonded. She's the magically strongest of my Huldr, and generally a tough girl. To my left is Amy, or Amithriabagdalah, the liaison to the Ebon Shade council and this vision of beauty-to-be is my mother in law, Saga, who is a pureblooded Huldr. As they are all quite competent in the absorption of life force, they might be useful in incapacitating these devices.”
“Ah. It's a genuine pleasure, my Ladies. This will be most interesting.”
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Ron and Miss Blue was currently on the poop deck. Miss Blue wanted him to take her anally, and he had decided that it really should be done there. She didn't mind in the slightest. She was standing on the deck of the ship, bent forward over the railing and was getting shagged in her arse by a surprisingly gentle lover. He had proven over the course of the last three hours that he was powerful, long-lasting and strong enough to hold her in the air for ten minutes straight, but his gentleness was the greatest thing about him. He didn't notice when the flying ship went down low outside a large city and a blonde with huge tits climbed aboard, but Miss Blue did. The girl's silvery eyes twinkled, and Miss Blue heard her voice in her head, even though her Occlumency shields were in place.
#Hello Miss, I'm Luna, the Goddess of Indecent Proposals and Negotiable Affection, and I'm really peckish right now. Could I have his cum, please?#
#Um... Sure. If he agrees, of course...#
#Thanks.#
The girl walked up to Ron, and seemed to walk out of her clothes with ease. Miss Blue watched her kneel by Ron's feet and open her mouth to speak before Ron interrupted her.
“Hello Luna. Want some cum?”
“Yes please.”
He pulled out of Miss Blue's arse and something shimmered over his member before Luna popped it into her mouth and began sucking it like a straw. Judging by Ron's enraptured look, she was very good at it, and by her repeated swallows, he must have come a lot. When he was done, and she had licked both of them clean, she stood up in a smooth motion, and her clothes seemed to flow up on her again.
“Thank you, both of you. Shall we go home now?”
“I think so. Do you need anything?” Ron asked calmly, like nothing special had happened.
“Not right now, but I would appreciate a threesome in two or three hours, if that could be arranged.”
“I think it could. Find yourself a cabin.”
With that, Captain Ron left for the bridge, Goddess Luna left for the cabins and Miss Blue felt left out. For lack of anything better to do, she walked over to the stern as the ship began to turn and sat down by the figurehead.
“So what am I going to do now, then?”
“Have sex,” The figurehead answered. “Lots of really good sex. See here, you've come across a goldmine. You are in position to gain the trust and confidence of two powerful and highly unpredictable people, and the only thing you really have to do to gain it is to have orgasms. This is the break of a lifetime.”
“No offence, but you're made of wood. How do you know that?”
“Do you dispute the knowledge contained in a bookcase? Trust me, I'm wooden.”
“That might be the oddest argument I've ever folded to.”
“I'm glad you liked it.”
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Denise watched the tower battlements in her sniper scope. There! It must be him. Messy hair, broad shoulders, five foot four, scar on the forehead. She clicked the safety off. There was no wind, but the bullet would drop almost an extra inch over the cold lake so she compensated and pulled the trigger.
A/N: and I really wanted to end the chapter there, but I'm not that cruel.
Nothing happened. Something was jamming the trigger. Angry about losing the shot, she looked down at the trigger. A finger was jammed in behind it, a slender finger with a long pink nail. It was attached to a strong arm that went to a naked girl with amber eyes. The girl was smiling, but it was not a friendly smile, as it revealed a decidedly carnivorous dental array.
“No move. I eat things like you, and my friend there likes your butt.”
Denise dared a look behind her. Between her spread legs was one of the most ridiculous magical predators in full attack mode. The Lindorm had taken its tail in its mouth and risen like a wheel. The swirling scales made a sound like a very silent sawblade, and she understood that if she didn't obey exactly, she'd be cut in half from the bottom up. Despite the danger, she almost smiled. Apparently, clause 3 of her contract – the really lucrative clause – was about to kick in.
“Take me to the Lord. I want to have his baby.”
Author's notes: So, I find “the hunt for the Horcruxes” to be a really bad thing to do to a fic, and unfortunately, only Jbern has managed it in a non-dull way. Also, Rowling didn't do a too shabby job of it, originally. This doesn't help the fact that the entire thing seems to be designed for a computer game. Hey, has anyone written a HP/Tombraider crossover? So, I let Fumbledore deal with the boring stuff.
Klaboutermannikin is a ... Hell, you can google as well as I can. If you're interested, go figure. The hunting method of the Lindorm is to roll between peoples legs, cutting them up. Silly, but authentic.
I'm hammering on a really silly story regarding the ship and it's crew. The barmy captain, the distracted Goddess, the despairing scientist, and the bright ship may not be the most sensible outset, but that's why I waste time introducing them. In case I ever decide to publish “East of the sun.” I'm having fun with them.
So, loads of smut here, and not much sense. As some people has been whining about the FOE!, keep your eye on Miss Jackson, and figure it out. It'll be right there in the next two chapters.
Now, set your neighbour's hedge on fire for pfeil, whose hard labour makes this fic a lot more readable than what it otherwise would be.
Toodles, read, review, review again, read all my fics and chapters and review them too, and have a nice day.
Vanir
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