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Chapter 32
The Witches of the world have a Secret, of course poor Harry is stuck in the middle. Post Goblet of Fire.
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Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret
Chapter 32
9 Oct 1995 (Sidereal)
Sarah met them in the Hall and escorted the bonded straight to bed.
Geoffrey took the female Death Eaters to very nicely appointed, heavily warded cells adjoining the master suite.
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Crawley Manor
Lawrence was cursing; his daughters had failed to show up this morning. Bitches all; this thought amused him.
The Master was improving, though. Lawrence gave him another round of potions and another generalized healing charm.
The Death Eaters were gathering their money to pay the Goblins to put the house under the Fidelius and he would go see the Goblins after the meeting this evening. Probably have the Fidelius up by Wednesday.
The Master would be pleased, he hoped.
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Potter Castle
Geoffrey slid through the deathly quiet castle, supervising the staff after hand delivering to Griselda Marchbanks the note stating that the OWLs would begin on the first Turned day after the Turning tonight.
Rose and Tulip had the twins out for a walk in the garden, watched over by Melissa.
Clem was ecstatically working like a dog, helping the Special Section and Unspeakables with the prisoners and the magical objects.
Dobby and Winky were tending the bonded.
Cindy was helping the Goblin regiment prepare for the party.
All was right with the world.
His instructions from the Alphas were very clear: nothing was to disturb the Master, and wake them at 3:30.
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Hogwarts
Filius smiled at the note he had received from Minerva. He loved a challenge, and with four Professors and twelve students out, today would certainly be that.
Why, breakfast was already a treat, with the passing parade of flirting upper years and pensive lower years; it made him feel young again.
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Ministry of Magic
Department of Education
Griselda Marchbanks thanked Geoffrey and as he faded away she opened the note. She read the note and went to tell the testers to pack for three days and to meet her here at 11:30 p.m.
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Potter Castle
Harry's eyes snapped open and he rolled onto Minerva, who had been nibbling at his neck.
As always he was amazed and worshipful at the sight, feel, smell, and taste of her.
Nym giggled as she watched Min suffer the little death multiple times before Harry even sheathed himself in her. It was amazing how much that awed, grateful, consuming love of his excited a woman when it focused completely on her.
As Harry rolled off Min and snuggled her into his side, the door opened and Sarah, Beatrice, and Eugenie tumbled into the bed.
Without preamble Sarah said, "Nym, Henri Patil wants to negotiate a breeding schedule for his family."
Before Nym could reply, Parvati cried, "Oh, hell no!"
Padma added, "We told him not to bring it up."
They dropped into twinspeak.
"I can't believe-"
"-you would even consider-"
"-breeding our-"
"-Harry to those-"
"-cows, Sarah."
They finished together and looked at each other in surprise.
The bonded broke up laughing and the Patil twins pouted.
Ginny frowned. "If you're through channeling my brothers, what's the real problem? I mean, we agreed with the Veela. And Harry has already covered Lorelei, Charmaine, and Claudine. They're all are pregnant but unbonded-well, not fully bonded-and they're under contract as to the treatment of our issue."
The twins pouted some more and Ginny went burrowing into their minds. She finally resorted to Harry's trick and pleasured it out of them.
As they lay groaning in recovery, Ginny laughed. "You have got to be kidding. You're afraid your mother will steal Harry from you because you think she's prettier than you? Hello, are you in the same bond as the rest of us?"
Nym came to the blushing, pouting, panting twins' rescue. "Shhh, Ginny, play nice. Don't make me mention your Zsuzsa pouting."
Ginny blushed. She had thought she'd covered that well. Zsuzsa smiled at her and pushed her down on the bed, reminding her exactly why her jealousy had been so ridiculous. Zsuzsa had been nearly hypnotized by Ginny and Susan from day one. The three could literally make each other do anything-and often did.
Susan smirked at them and threw the sheet over them.
Harry looked very hurt. He didn't say anything, but they felt it. Padma and Parvati's uncertainty wounded him.
The twins crawled to Harry and reassured him with their minds and bodies that they trusted him utterly; their uncertainty was in themselves.
Harry understood and returned their love in every way.
The bonded watched, enthralled.
Nym suddenly realized Sarah and the girls were in the room.
Sarah pushed Nym back down. "Shhhh. The girls are happy with having him in Warg form and I'm fine."
Eugenie suddenly got a devilish look and Amelia Bones clapped a hand over her mouth.
She pouted; there were entirely too many mothers around here.
This thought sent chuckles around the room as both Patils gave in and released.
Nym gave them a moment.
"So what do you want to do, girls?"
"Oh, go ahead and fuck the cows."
"Parvati!"
Harry finally said, "Hey, do I get a say? How many will this be?"
Padma and Parvati did a mental count. Padma finally said, "It depends on how you write the contract, Harry. If it's immediate blood only, then eighty-six. If you allow blood cousins to the fifth cousin level, as is traditional, then it will be like the Veela and you'll need to breed one a week for the foreseeable future."
Amelia Fastida chuckled. "Harry, are you actually grumbling about another endless supply of beautiful, willing, fresh sex partners?"
"Yes. I have bonded the women I want, thank you very much."
Bellatrix looked at Amelia Fastida. "Be mad at that, then."
Amelia Fastida glared at her.
"Oh sure, big scary vampire queen, right."
Amelia Fastida very maturely and with much grace stuck her tongue out at Bellatrix.
The amused bonded turned to Harry, who was still pouting.
Nym sighed. "Harry, what is it really?"
"It takes time to mate them, Nym. That's time I can't spend with the bonded. If every race is going to have to have Harry breeding rights, then when will I spend time with you all?"
"Beat Voldemort and take the next ten or so thousand years to get to know us, Harry. By then your genes will be so prevalent that you'll be mostly limited to us."
They all turned to Luna, who was thumping herself on the temple with the heel of her hand and mumbling, "Dratted things, stuck this time. Merlin's flaming penis, I hate when they do this!"
Geoffrey was met with the bonded howling in laughter when he popped in moments later to wake them.
"Merlin's flaming penis" immediately became the curse of choice when the bonded were frustrated.
They dressed and Harry led the bonded to the dining room.
Geoffrey and the elves had laid a massive tea.
The bonded set upon it as if they were starving...well...wolves, really. Harry had food taken to Marta and the Death Eater werewolves.
"Nym, what are we going to do with the Death Eater girls?"
"I thought we'd use them to burn Riddle up again every time he healed. You know, enslave them and then use their Mark like you used Bella's and Allison's."
"Errrh, what if they're evil bints? That Marta was convinced she was a big bad Death Eater. Her sisters weren't exactly sisters of mercy, either."
"I know the older ones, Harry, they're probably like me. The Crawley sisters were probably raised that way by their mother. She was like a wannabe Dark Lady. If you take the slavery deep enough, you'll wipe that out and replace it with your will."
"Really, Bella? Errrh...I didn't do that to you three, did I?"
"No, but if you have a few minutes...?"
"I like you like you are, Amelia."
"Drat."
"My, my, mother, I expected more cursing than that."
"I have time, Zsuzsa; he'll see it my way eventually."
"Erm-hmm, well, back on point. I did the research, Harry, and there are various levels of slavery. The one Amelia thinks she wants requires her to achieve all her sustenance from you and completely supplants her will with yours."
The bonded was flooded with images of Amelia attached to Harry by the lips twenty-four hours a day. Harry shuddered in revulsion at turning his Amelia Fastida into a mindless sex toy.
"Mother, you greedy cow."
"As I was saying, that is the deepest possible. Her thoughts would be totally dedicated to you and she would be able to sense your thoughts and emotions."
"I knew I liked being all of your slaves. I do that now."
"And we love you too, Master, but this can be done without a bond."
They all felt Harry trying to puzzle out why and grinned at their naïve mate as he blushed when it came to him with a little prodding. How could a teenager with hundreds of mates still be so sexually naïve? It was heartwarming that he was completely repulsed by the idea of a mindless sex slave-unless you were Amelia Fastida, at least.
"Well, we won't want that. We'll have to study more, Bella."
"Yes, Master."
As the bonded slowed from wolfing their food the Royals, vassals, government and courtiers flowed into the room.
"Geoffrey?"
"Master?"
"Where are Irina Dolohov, the Bickerstaff ladies, and Linda Shingleton?"
"In their apartment beside the master suite, Your Grace."
Geoffrey disappeared and reappeared with the ladies in question.
"Ladies, I'm sorry for the late hour. We conducted an operation overnight and just woke up. There will be a dinner and ball tonight. Please feel free to call on Winky; she will assign you a ladies' maid to assist you in your preparations. Please feel free to ask any of the bonded any questions you might have."
Irina Dolohov nodded. "Your Grace, may I speak to you in private, please?"
Nym smiled. Irina had held out a long time now. She had resisted the compulsion well.
Harry nodded and he and Irina faded away.
Nym looked at Tim, Dan, and Alastor. "Gentlemen, we'll be prepared to conduct an AAR in thirty minutes in the theater."
They nodded and she turned back to her mates.
In the roof garden Harry and Irina were in the throes of passion. She had attacked him as soon as they faded out of the dining room, and by the time they faded into the roof garden she had ripped his shirt open and was locked onto a nipple.
Harry had chuckled and Vanished both their clothes.
Harry very thoroughly welcomed her to the bond.
He was lying beside her chuckling. Irina rolled over onto him and bit him, hard.
"Oww! Irina, what was that for?"
"Making me ask. You were supposed to take me, sweep me off my feet, ravish me."
"I'm really sensitive about that, Irina, I'm sorry. I'll just take you next time."
"You'd better-and no foreplay, either."
"Errrh, I don't know much, Irina, but I know you need some foreplay to-uhh-well, get you wet."
"You're so cute. Don't worry about it. I'm wet half the day just thinking about you."
Harry rolled her over and sheathed himself in her. He immediately began driving as hard and as fast as he could.
Irina squealed happily and thrust back as hard and as fast as she could. Years of being trapped with her homosexual "husband" fell away under the fast strokes of her teenaged mate.
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Harry faded into the theater with an obviously out-of-it Irina. He seated her by Aud and took his seat at the center front. The Duchesses assumed their normal positions.
Harry looked at the Death Eater werewolf witches who settled at his feet.
Elizabeth smiled.
Tim mounted the stage. "Good evening. Cameras running? Okay, here we go, then. This is the after-action review for Regimental actions of the Duke of Magic's own First Guards Magical Infantry, His Grace Harry James Potter Duke of Magic Commanding, conducted against a rogue werewolf pack on the night of 8 October 1995 and morning of 9 October 1995 in the vicinity of the Drygarn and Tregaron, Wales.
"The Regiment conducted a movement to contact, followed by a hasty defense of Tregaron. We have the second in command of the opposing forces and will now view her memory of the action."
Harry started slightly. He looked at Marta and concentrated. He read her surface thought and surprisingly found she agreed. He dove into her mind and used his normal method to gain the appropriate memories.
Marta shuddered and groaned quietly.
Harry used his holly wand and Dinara appeared as if by magic to take it from him and put the memories in the Pensieve. She returned the wand and Harry pulled her into his lap for a snuggle.
Nym smiled indulgently and rubbed Dinara's arm warmly. She shuddered. Harry and Nym chuckled.
Bellatrix, Amelia Fastida, Allison, Beatrice, and Eugenie glared at her playfully. They received a playfully extended tongue in return.
The assembled chuckled at their antics.
It wasn't that they weren't interested in the memories of the pack, but Harry had been in Fenrir's mind. He hadn't altered the outcome, he was just there for insurance. The man was insane but they knew he planned to attack and take the village; then he would use the women before turning them, kill the men, and turn the children.
Marta's memory was easier to understand as she wasn't actually mad.
The memory played up to the point where Greyback's pack first realized they were facing the two huge wolves, and then they were surrounded.
Harry nudged Dinara and she pouted but took the holly wand again and skipped to the stage amidst chuckles. She tapped the memory off into another Pensieve.
She returned the wand to Harry, crawling into his lap and snuggling down.
Tim smiled at them and continued. He played Harry's memory up to the same point in the werewolves' memory.
He turned and played Marta's memory again and they witnessed Fenrir's fight with Peter and Marta's fight with Harry.
He then played Harry's memory, which was decidedly clearer. Harry had let the Warg take over and carefully monitored the fights that were going on.
The memories of the fight finished.
Tim looked up. "We will now take questions."
Nym stood. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is now five p.m. We have a party to attend at seven p.m. While the Regiment has it easier due to the uniform, these other ladies will need time to prepare, so we will take their questions first."
Tim bowed from the shoulders and the Regiment and the prisoners answered questions.
"Marta, Gillian Shepherd. Are you and your fellow prisoners all right?"
"We are fine, Ms Shepherd. Werewolves heal exceptionally fast."
"Marta, Duchess Chandler. What led you to this?"
"Your Grace, it's all we know. I know some of these other women were forced into the pack and then into the Dark Lord's service but we, my sisters and I, were raised to it. Mother had ambitions of being a Dark Lady. Until Bellatrix Black came along she was well on her way. Perhaps fortunately for us, Bellatrix drew the Dark Lord's eye. Alastor Moody killed Mother in a fight in Knockturn Alley and we were given to Fenrir as payment for services rendered."
"Where was your father, child?"
"He's the one who gave us to Fenrir."
A vast silence fell as everyone looked at Harry.
"He will be dealt with," Harry announced with an ominous finality.
Silence reigned again.
"If there are no more questions, ladies, we'll meet you at 6:50 in the entry hall."
The ladies nodded their thanks to Nym and left. Sarah remained.
Harry looked around as Geoffrey and the elves circulated with drink trays.
"Okay, gentlemen, do your thing. Remember, however, you address my fiancés."
The bond sang in contented glee.
The mates were all questioned, very respectfully, on different points; and some element leaders including Beatrice were asked for their memories.
Harry was kept busy teaching them how to edit out the parts that everyone in the Ministry of Defense did not need to know.
Finally it was Harry's turn and Nym smiled sympathetically, gathered the mates, the intended, and the prisoners, and withdrew. The Queen departed with them amidst applause from the assembled males. All save the Queen blushed very prettily. Elizabeth was clapping with the others.
Alastor looked at Harry. "Harry, don't get overconfident. The Regiment is powerful, but there's always someone or something that will try to figure out a way to gain an advantage."
"Christ on a crutch, Alastor, why not just scream constant vigilance and be done with it?"
After the laughter died down, Alastor said, "Now, you know I'm serious, Harry."
"And I appreciate it, Alastor. I depend on you, on all you gentlemen, to develop the scenarios necessary to train the Regiment and especially me."
Prince Phillip raised his glass. "Gentlemen, the Regiment."
Tony Inge added, "Hear, hear."
They all drank, smiling.
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Potter Castle
Ducal Suite
6:30 p.m.
Harry faded into the master suite and stripped on the way to the shower, appreciatively eyeing the room full of women in their prime covered by lace, and very little of it.
Nym nodded at Marta and the other prisoners, the Bickerstaff women, and Linda Shingleton.
They lined up and knelt and Nym stopped Harry and turned him around.
"Harry, take their oaths."
Harry smiled and stepped up to Marta. He received her oath to not reveal anything she had learned or ever would learn of the bond or the bonded.
As Harry spoke the words, "So mote it be," the massive Potter wards took Marta in hand. It was the most secure she had ever felt. She knew that she was his property now and nothing would be able to break her oath. She smiled evilly; that fucking cunt Riddle would never know what hit him if he tried. Judge her not worthy, would he? The prick would pay for giving her away like a piece of meat.
Amelia Fastida, reading her easily, got a speculative look in her eye. This child might be worthy after all. Too bad she was already a werewolf.
Lauren leaned forward and whispered throatily, "Mine, Amelia. Find your own toys," and licked her slowly behind her ear, nipping the lobe.
The small orgasm surprised Amelia and drew an exasperated "Mother!" from Zsuzsa as the rest of the mates chuckled throatily.
Lauren, blushing, received some very appreciative looks from the vampire mates.
Harry smiled and kept receiving their oaths.
He finished and walked into the shower while still talking to Nym. "Sorry I'm late, Nym, they wanted to talk." He shrugged.
Nym chuckled as his hard-on bobbed. "Harry, we have to do something about that before we go. Come here."
Harry stepped out from under the water and Nym slid to her knees, engulfing him with her mouth.
Her joy at having him in her mouth and being pregnant by him, as well as the skill she had developed, combined to induce Harry to release in record time. Her contented hum as he released in her mouth would stay with him all night.
"Nym! Now we have to change pants."
"Hush, Min, I know you liked it."
"Grrr."
"Grrr, Min? My, how erudite."
"Narcissa Black Potter!"
"Oh, so you can speak!"
"Grrr!"
Harry was laughing as he ducked into the shower again and the repartee continued in the bond.
He stepped out and Dobby hit him with a drying charm, did something to his hair, and magicked him into the Potter-colored formal robes.
Harry smiled his thanks and entered the master suite. It was breathtaking. The Regiment were in their formal robes. The Bickerstaffs, Linda, and the prisoners were in white brocade on white silk gowns and were stunning. GrindaknÃvur's armor, harness, and weapons had been plated in mithril while she and several of the other mates worked on making the real mithril replacements and enchanting them.
Harry grinned and led them to the entry hall.
The Royals, vassals, government officials, and courtiers were stunned into silence as they entered.
"I've died and gone to Heaven."
"PHILLIP!"
Nym smirked and glided to the Prince in the graceful predatory way the mates had recently developed and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks, Dad."
Discombobulated was the only way to describe Phillip after that. For the only time in living memory the courtiers watched with gaping mouths as Elizabeth started, smirked, and then doubled over howling with laughter at the sight of Phillip's red, then white, then red face.
It was a good thing they had left themselves some time and Harry's method of transportation was instantaneous. Every time Elizabeth got herself back under control she looked at Phillip's still alternating coloration and the howls began again.
Nym formed up the Regiment and the others arrayed themselves by it.
Fortune finally looked at Harry. "Harry, be a dear. I'll attempt to control Her Manic Majesty," and she whispered fiercely in Elizabeth's ear.
Harry raised his arms and the entire assembly faded from view, leaving Elizabeth's laughter as a ghost in their wake.
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The Royal
6:30 p.m.
Billhook sat and relaxed. It was done. The Regiment was here and its hard-bitten NCOs were seeing to its presentation. The atrium was decorated perfectly, thanks to Falcata and her phalanx of shield maidens. He chuckled. More like shield matrons. They had retired to prepare an hour ago.
He and the officers had been over the protocol. The Goblin Nation was ready.
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The Royal Academy
7 p.m.
Harry and the assembled faded into the atrium and the four new Goblin Battalions prostrated themselves immediately.
GrindaknÃvur stepped up to Hookknife and barked, "Report!"
"Ma'am, the regiment is present."
GrindaknÃvur nodded. "Regiment, repeat after me," and led them through the oath.
Harry was surprised but he gave the, "So mote it be," accepting the oath and again the light flared and the bedrock rang.
The Regiments broke at Harry's order of, "Okay, let's party," and mixed, warily at first but with growing ease.
Harry circulated with the Alphas, Hermione/Rowena, Susan/Roxanne, and GrindaknÃvur being introduced to the leadership and private soldiers alike. The Battalion Sergeants Major hovered like anxious mothers, providing names, ranks, and units.
The human and Goblin Royals and Privy Councils introduced themselves, as did the vassals.
Drink was flowing but at a very moderate pace, and Harry noticed the Goblins were being enthralled with edited...errrh, videos? displays? projections? Yes, projections of the Regiment's actions set to music and playing on the walls. It was an invigorating display of the Regiment's activities; yeah, okay, propaganda-but fun.
Both Ann and Sophie, the technomancer mates, smiled when he gave them the mental caress of approval.
At 8 p.m. a gong rang and they all found seats. They were all mixed together, with only the Alphas and goddesses of Clan Potter plus the Royals being seated together outside of couples and pairs of bonded.
Private Opinal, Shield Maiden Recruit, D Company, Second Battalion, was nearly overwhelmed to find herself not only at the head table but on Goddess White-errrh, Roxanne's right.
Lieutenant Poniard, Senior Platoon Commander, A Company Fourth Battalion, found himself in the same position on Rowena's right.
The mates slew the Goblin Regiment dead, male and female.
Billhook sighed. "My liege I must protest. You have relieved me of an entire Regiment now."
GrindaknÃvur replied breezily, "That's what you get for being greedy."
Amelia Fastida looked thoughtful. The germ of an idea had struck her, but it wasn't quite fully formed. Plans for a European magical corps were forming and breaking up in her head.
Conversation continued as dinner finished and then Slasher rose. "Gentle beings, there will be dancing in ten minutes."
A roar of approval greeted this announcement.
Harry excused himself and made his way to the restroom. He had seen the Goblin females eyeing him up and knew he was in for a long night.
He was not wrong; he danced every song from 8:40 until midnight.
Griselda excused herself at 11:40 and she and Clem picked up the testers. Nym made excuses for Harry while GrindaknÃvur extracted him from the grip of a very determined, very beautiful, very unmated, extremely dirty-dancing Lieutenant Cinquedea.
GrindaknÃvur sighed. That one would need a mating soon. Poor Harry. Dad looked as if he was going to pop an aneurysm with glee.
The Guards Regiment of Magical Infantry gathered with the human Royals, government, and vassals. Harry bowed to the room and raised his arms, and they faded away.
The Goblin Regimental party had been a rousing success.
Billhook looked at the Goblin females present and Falcata turned to him.
"The Veela have breeding rights. Gabriel told me."
Billhook got a gleam in his eye. "Do they really?"
Yes, this could work nicely. Shield Maidens could bear their Commanders' progeny with no stigma. It was encouraged and celebrated for really proficient or powerful commanders, in fact. Hmmm...how to make Harry the Commander? he wondered.
Falcata huffed in exasperation. "Maglubiyet, do I have to do everything? Two regiments already. Get a regiment of Veela and put them under Ducal command as a joint division."
"And your reward, my Queen?"
Falcata blushed bronze but held her head up gamely.
Billhook grinned and told her in their bond, "You know, I might actually be able to stand it-hell, even take it as a compliment-if he found you that attractive, but GrindaknÃvur might kill you, dear. I couldn't live without you."
Falcata dragged him into a broom closet to the cheers of the Regiment and the assembled Goblin notables.
In the afterglow she smirked. "Let me worry about my daughter, my lord."
Billhook, feeling five hundred years younger, pinned her and took her again.
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The Guards Regiment of Magical Infantry gathered with the human Royals, Government, and vassals appeared in the entry hall, and the amazed testers stood stunned as Nym took control and executed the Turning.
Harry smiled. "Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Potter Castle. We will be operating turned back in time, so please stay in the areas shown to you by the elves. If you are lost or unsure, please call for Geoffrey.
"As we have testing tomorrow, the Regiment will be heading to bed. Breakfast will be served at 7 a.m. tomorrow, with the first test beginning at eight.
"Testers, please feel free to use Geoffrey's services to set up the testing area.
"Goodnight."
Harry led the bonded away and everyone else followed the elf Dinkins into the sitting room.
"Harry, you're going to have to breed Mother or her head is going to explode with all her scheming."
"GrindaknÃvur! What would your father say? Not that Falcata isn't attractive, mind. Errrh, maybe that sounds bad."
The mates laughed.
"I think he'd be thrilled, Harry. If you haven't noticed, he intends to get as much of your genetic material into the race as possible. Nym, be ready to negotiate for breeding rights when we're back uptime. He'll also start negotiations with the Veela for a regiment."
"Why, GrindaknÃvur?"
"Three regiments can be called a division, Gabrielle. It's considered an honor among Shield Maidens to be bred by powerful commanders. If Harry is the Commander, Father will fill it with the most powerful Shield Maiden in the Goblin Nation and Harry will eventually breed them all."
"So why don't we negotiate for that and skip the breeding contract?"
"Good idea, Tracey. You take charge of that."
"I believe I'll help Tracey, Nym."
"Thank you, Amelia Fastida."
"Hey, what if I don't want to be a stud horse, Nym?"
"Please, Harry. We all felt you dancing with Cinquedea. If you weren't so shy she'd have been bred right there. She's a hot one."
Harry blushed crimson as the mates discussed the best Goblin females and which Harry should breed first.
Miranda Bickerstaff, tired of waiting, pushed Harry down on his back on the bed that covered one whole side of the enormous room and sat straight on his hard cock.
Cinquedea had been very hot, and watching Harry dance with her should have been at least R rated. Harry had come away from that dance with his cock as hard as an iron bar.
Miranda's daughters, Abigail, Dorothy, and Sharon surrounded their mother and Harry. As he bound one, the next would replace her.
At 2 a.m. Linda was bound.
Harry slept until six the next morning.
Chapter 32
9 Oct 1995 (Sidereal)
Sarah met them in the Hall and escorted the bonded straight to bed.
Geoffrey took the female Death Eaters to very nicely appointed, heavily warded cells adjoining the master suite.
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Crawley Manor
Lawrence was cursing; his daughters had failed to show up this morning. Bitches all; this thought amused him.
The Master was improving, though. Lawrence gave him another round of potions and another generalized healing charm.
The Death Eaters were gathering their money to pay the Goblins to put the house under the Fidelius and he would go see the Goblins after the meeting this evening. Probably have the Fidelius up by Wednesday.
The Master would be pleased, he hoped.
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Potter Castle
Geoffrey slid through the deathly quiet castle, supervising the staff after hand delivering to Griselda Marchbanks the note stating that the OWLs would begin on the first Turned day after the Turning tonight.
Rose and Tulip had the twins out for a walk in the garden, watched over by Melissa.
Clem was ecstatically working like a dog, helping the Special Section and Unspeakables with the prisoners and the magical objects.
Dobby and Winky were tending the bonded.
Cindy was helping the Goblin regiment prepare for the party.
All was right with the world.
His instructions from the Alphas were very clear: nothing was to disturb the Master, and wake them at 3:30.
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Hogwarts
Filius smiled at the note he had received from Minerva. He loved a challenge, and with four Professors and twelve students out, today would certainly be that.
Why, breakfast was already a treat, with the passing parade of flirting upper years and pensive lower years; it made him feel young again.
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Ministry of Magic
Department of Education
Griselda Marchbanks thanked Geoffrey and as he faded away she opened the note. She read the note and went to tell the testers to pack for three days and to meet her here at 11:30 p.m.
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Potter Castle
Harry's eyes snapped open and he rolled onto Minerva, who had been nibbling at his neck.
As always he was amazed and worshipful at the sight, feel, smell, and taste of her.
Nym giggled as she watched Min suffer the little death multiple times before Harry even sheathed himself in her. It was amazing how much that awed, grateful, consuming love of his excited a woman when it focused completely on her.
As Harry rolled off Min and snuggled her into his side, the door opened and Sarah, Beatrice, and Eugenie tumbled into the bed.
Without preamble Sarah said, "Nym, Henri Patil wants to negotiate a breeding schedule for his family."
Before Nym could reply, Parvati cried, "Oh, hell no!"
Padma added, "We told him not to bring it up."
They dropped into twinspeak.
"I can't believe-"
"-you would even consider-"
"-breeding our-"
"-Harry to those-"
"-cows, Sarah."
They finished together and looked at each other in surprise.
The bonded broke up laughing and the Patil twins pouted.
Ginny frowned. "If you're through channeling my brothers, what's the real problem? I mean, we agreed with the Veela. And Harry has already covered Lorelei, Charmaine, and Claudine. They're all are pregnant but unbonded-well, not fully bonded-and they're under contract as to the treatment of our issue."
The twins pouted some more and Ginny went burrowing into their minds. She finally resorted to Harry's trick and pleasured it out of them.
As they lay groaning in recovery, Ginny laughed. "You have got to be kidding. You're afraid your mother will steal Harry from you because you think she's prettier than you? Hello, are you in the same bond as the rest of us?"
Nym came to the blushing, pouting, panting twins' rescue. "Shhh, Ginny, play nice. Don't make me mention your Zsuzsa pouting."
Ginny blushed. She had thought she'd covered that well. Zsuzsa smiled at her and pushed her down on the bed, reminding her exactly why her jealousy had been so ridiculous. Zsuzsa had been nearly hypnotized by Ginny and Susan from day one. The three could literally make each other do anything-and often did.
Susan smirked at them and threw the sheet over them.
Harry looked very hurt. He didn't say anything, but they felt it. Padma and Parvati's uncertainty wounded him.
The twins crawled to Harry and reassured him with their minds and bodies that they trusted him utterly; their uncertainty was in themselves.
Harry understood and returned their love in every way.
The bonded watched, enthralled.
Nym suddenly realized Sarah and the girls were in the room.
Sarah pushed Nym back down. "Shhhh. The girls are happy with having him in Warg form and I'm fine."
Eugenie suddenly got a devilish look and Amelia Bones clapped a hand over her mouth.
She pouted; there were entirely too many mothers around here.
This thought sent chuckles around the room as both Patils gave in and released.
Nym gave them a moment.
"So what do you want to do, girls?"
"Oh, go ahead and fuck the cows."
"Parvati!"
Harry finally said, "Hey, do I get a say? How many will this be?"
Padma and Parvati did a mental count. Padma finally said, "It depends on how you write the contract, Harry. If it's immediate blood only, then eighty-six. If you allow blood cousins to the fifth cousin level, as is traditional, then it will be like the Veela and you'll need to breed one a week for the foreseeable future."
Amelia Fastida chuckled. "Harry, are you actually grumbling about another endless supply of beautiful, willing, fresh sex partners?"
"Yes. I have bonded the women I want, thank you very much."
Bellatrix looked at Amelia Fastida. "Be mad at that, then."
Amelia Fastida glared at her.
"Oh sure, big scary vampire queen, right."
Amelia Fastida very maturely and with much grace stuck her tongue out at Bellatrix.
The amused bonded turned to Harry, who was still pouting.
Nym sighed. "Harry, what is it really?"
"It takes time to mate them, Nym. That's time I can't spend with the bonded. If every race is going to have to have Harry breeding rights, then when will I spend time with you all?"
"Beat Voldemort and take the next ten or so thousand years to get to know us, Harry. By then your genes will be so prevalent that you'll be mostly limited to us."
They all turned to Luna, who was thumping herself on the temple with the heel of her hand and mumbling, "Dratted things, stuck this time. Merlin's flaming penis, I hate when they do this!"
Geoffrey was met with the bonded howling in laughter when he popped in moments later to wake them.
"Merlin's flaming penis" immediately became the curse of choice when the bonded were frustrated.
They dressed and Harry led the bonded to the dining room.
Geoffrey and the elves had laid a massive tea.
The bonded set upon it as if they were starving...well...wolves, really. Harry had food taken to Marta and the Death Eater werewolves.
"Nym, what are we going to do with the Death Eater girls?"
"I thought we'd use them to burn Riddle up again every time he healed. You know, enslave them and then use their Mark like you used Bella's and Allison's."
"Errrh, what if they're evil bints? That Marta was convinced she was a big bad Death Eater. Her sisters weren't exactly sisters of mercy, either."
"I know the older ones, Harry, they're probably like me. The Crawley sisters were probably raised that way by their mother. She was like a wannabe Dark Lady. If you take the slavery deep enough, you'll wipe that out and replace it with your will."
"Really, Bella? Errrh...I didn't do that to you three, did I?"
"No, but if you have a few minutes...?"
"I like you like you are, Amelia."
"Drat."
"My, my, mother, I expected more cursing than that."
"I have time, Zsuzsa; he'll see it my way eventually."
"Erm-hmm, well, back on point. I did the research, Harry, and there are various levels of slavery. The one Amelia thinks she wants requires her to achieve all her sustenance from you and completely supplants her will with yours."
The bonded was flooded with images of Amelia attached to Harry by the lips twenty-four hours a day. Harry shuddered in revulsion at turning his Amelia Fastida into a mindless sex toy.
"Mother, you greedy cow."
"As I was saying, that is the deepest possible. Her thoughts would be totally dedicated to you and she would be able to sense your thoughts and emotions."
"I knew I liked being all of your slaves. I do that now."
"And we love you too, Master, but this can be done without a bond."
They all felt Harry trying to puzzle out why and grinned at their naïve mate as he blushed when it came to him with a little prodding. How could a teenager with hundreds of mates still be so sexually naïve? It was heartwarming that he was completely repulsed by the idea of a mindless sex slave-unless you were Amelia Fastida, at least.
"Well, we won't want that. We'll have to study more, Bella."
"Yes, Master."
As the bonded slowed from wolfing their food the Royals, vassals, government and courtiers flowed into the room.
"Geoffrey?"
"Master?"
"Where are Irina Dolohov, the Bickerstaff ladies, and Linda Shingleton?"
"In their apartment beside the master suite, Your Grace."
Geoffrey disappeared and reappeared with the ladies in question.
"Ladies, I'm sorry for the late hour. We conducted an operation overnight and just woke up. There will be a dinner and ball tonight. Please feel free to call on Winky; she will assign you a ladies' maid to assist you in your preparations. Please feel free to ask any of the bonded any questions you might have."
Irina Dolohov nodded. "Your Grace, may I speak to you in private, please?"
Nym smiled. Irina had held out a long time now. She had resisted the compulsion well.
Harry nodded and he and Irina faded away.
Nym looked at Tim, Dan, and Alastor. "Gentlemen, we'll be prepared to conduct an AAR in thirty minutes in the theater."
They nodded and she turned back to her mates.
In the roof garden Harry and Irina were in the throes of passion. She had attacked him as soon as they faded out of the dining room, and by the time they faded into the roof garden she had ripped his shirt open and was locked onto a nipple.
Harry had chuckled and Vanished both their clothes.
Harry very thoroughly welcomed her to the bond.
He was lying beside her chuckling. Irina rolled over onto him and bit him, hard.
"Oww! Irina, what was that for?"
"Making me ask. You were supposed to take me, sweep me off my feet, ravish me."
"I'm really sensitive about that, Irina, I'm sorry. I'll just take you next time."
"You'd better-and no foreplay, either."
"Errrh, I don't know much, Irina, but I know you need some foreplay to-uhh-well, get you wet."
"You're so cute. Don't worry about it. I'm wet half the day just thinking about you."
Harry rolled her over and sheathed himself in her. He immediately began driving as hard and as fast as he could.
Irina squealed happily and thrust back as hard and as fast as she could. Years of being trapped with her homosexual "husband" fell away under the fast strokes of her teenaged mate.
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Harry faded into the theater with an obviously out-of-it Irina. He seated her by Aud and took his seat at the center front. The Duchesses assumed their normal positions.
Harry looked at the Death Eater werewolf witches who settled at his feet.
Elizabeth smiled.
Tim mounted the stage. "Good evening. Cameras running? Okay, here we go, then. This is the after-action review for Regimental actions of the Duke of Magic's own First Guards Magical Infantry, His Grace Harry James Potter Duke of Magic Commanding, conducted against a rogue werewolf pack on the night of 8 October 1995 and morning of 9 October 1995 in the vicinity of the Drygarn and Tregaron, Wales.
"The Regiment conducted a movement to contact, followed by a hasty defense of Tregaron. We have the second in command of the opposing forces and will now view her memory of the action."
Harry started slightly. He looked at Marta and concentrated. He read her surface thought and surprisingly found she agreed. He dove into her mind and used his normal method to gain the appropriate memories.
Marta shuddered and groaned quietly.
Harry used his holly wand and Dinara appeared as if by magic to take it from him and put the memories in the Pensieve. She returned the wand and Harry pulled her into his lap for a snuggle.
Nym smiled indulgently and rubbed Dinara's arm warmly. She shuddered. Harry and Nym chuckled.
Bellatrix, Amelia Fastida, Allison, Beatrice, and Eugenie glared at her playfully. They received a playfully extended tongue in return.
The assembled chuckled at their antics.
It wasn't that they weren't interested in the memories of the pack, but Harry had been in Fenrir's mind. He hadn't altered the outcome, he was just there for insurance. The man was insane but they knew he planned to attack and take the village; then he would use the women before turning them, kill the men, and turn the children.
Marta's memory was easier to understand as she wasn't actually mad.
The memory played up to the point where Greyback's pack first realized they were facing the two huge wolves, and then they were surrounded.
Harry nudged Dinara and she pouted but took the holly wand again and skipped to the stage amidst chuckles. She tapped the memory off into another Pensieve.
She returned the wand to Harry, crawling into his lap and snuggling down.
Tim smiled at them and continued. He played Harry's memory up to the same point in the werewolves' memory.
He turned and played Marta's memory again and they witnessed Fenrir's fight with Peter and Marta's fight with Harry.
He then played Harry's memory, which was decidedly clearer. Harry had let the Warg take over and carefully monitored the fights that were going on.
The memories of the fight finished.
Tim looked up. "We will now take questions."
Nym stood. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is now five p.m. We have a party to attend at seven p.m. While the Regiment has it easier due to the uniform, these other ladies will need time to prepare, so we will take their questions first."
Tim bowed from the shoulders and the Regiment and the prisoners answered questions.
"Marta, Gillian Shepherd. Are you and your fellow prisoners all right?"
"We are fine, Ms Shepherd. Werewolves heal exceptionally fast."
"Marta, Duchess Chandler. What led you to this?"
"Your Grace, it's all we know. I know some of these other women were forced into the pack and then into the Dark Lord's service but we, my sisters and I, were raised to it. Mother had ambitions of being a Dark Lady. Until Bellatrix Black came along she was well on her way. Perhaps fortunately for us, Bellatrix drew the Dark Lord's eye. Alastor Moody killed Mother in a fight in Knockturn Alley and we were given to Fenrir as payment for services rendered."
"Where was your father, child?"
"He's the one who gave us to Fenrir."
A vast silence fell as everyone looked at Harry.
"He will be dealt with," Harry announced with an ominous finality.
Silence reigned again.
"If there are no more questions, ladies, we'll meet you at 6:50 in the entry hall."
The ladies nodded their thanks to Nym and left. Sarah remained.
Harry looked around as Geoffrey and the elves circulated with drink trays.
"Okay, gentlemen, do your thing. Remember, however, you address my fiancés."
The bond sang in contented glee.
The mates were all questioned, very respectfully, on different points; and some element leaders including Beatrice were asked for their memories.
Harry was kept busy teaching them how to edit out the parts that everyone in the Ministry of Defense did not need to know.
Finally it was Harry's turn and Nym smiled sympathetically, gathered the mates, the intended, and the prisoners, and withdrew. The Queen departed with them amidst applause from the assembled males. All save the Queen blushed very prettily. Elizabeth was clapping with the others.
Alastor looked at Harry. "Harry, don't get overconfident. The Regiment is powerful, but there's always someone or something that will try to figure out a way to gain an advantage."
"Christ on a crutch, Alastor, why not just scream constant vigilance and be done with it?"
After the laughter died down, Alastor said, "Now, you know I'm serious, Harry."
"And I appreciate it, Alastor. I depend on you, on all you gentlemen, to develop the scenarios necessary to train the Regiment and especially me."
Prince Phillip raised his glass. "Gentlemen, the Regiment."
Tony Inge added, "Hear, hear."
They all drank, smiling.
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Potter Castle
Ducal Suite
6:30 p.m.
Harry faded into the master suite and stripped on the way to the shower, appreciatively eyeing the room full of women in their prime covered by lace, and very little of it.
Nym nodded at Marta and the other prisoners, the Bickerstaff women, and Linda Shingleton.
They lined up and knelt and Nym stopped Harry and turned him around.
"Harry, take their oaths."
Harry smiled and stepped up to Marta. He received her oath to not reveal anything she had learned or ever would learn of the bond or the bonded.
As Harry spoke the words, "So mote it be," the massive Potter wards took Marta in hand. It was the most secure she had ever felt. She knew that she was his property now and nothing would be able to break her oath. She smiled evilly; that fucking cunt Riddle would never know what hit him if he tried. Judge her not worthy, would he? The prick would pay for giving her away like a piece of meat.
Amelia Fastida, reading her easily, got a speculative look in her eye. This child might be worthy after all. Too bad she was already a werewolf.
Lauren leaned forward and whispered throatily, "Mine, Amelia. Find your own toys," and licked her slowly behind her ear, nipping the lobe.
The small orgasm surprised Amelia and drew an exasperated "Mother!" from Zsuzsa as the rest of the mates chuckled throatily.
Lauren, blushing, received some very appreciative looks from the vampire mates.
Harry smiled and kept receiving their oaths.
He finished and walked into the shower while still talking to Nym. "Sorry I'm late, Nym, they wanted to talk." He shrugged.
Nym chuckled as his hard-on bobbed. "Harry, we have to do something about that before we go. Come here."
Harry stepped out from under the water and Nym slid to her knees, engulfing him with her mouth.
Her joy at having him in her mouth and being pregnant by him, as well as the skill she had developed, combined to induce Harry to release in record time. Her contented hum as he released in her mouth would stay with him all night.
"Nym! Now we have to change pants."
"Hush, Min, I know you liked it."
"Grrr."
"Grrr, Min? My, how erudite."
"Narcissa Black Potter!"
"Oh, so you can speak!"
"Grrr!"
Harry was laughing as he ducked into the shower again and the repartee continued in the bond.
He stepped out and Dobby hit him with a drying charm, did something to his hair, and magicked him into the Potter-colored formal robes.
Harry smiled his thanks and entered the master suite. It was breathtaking. The Regiment were in their formal robes. The Bickerstaffs, Linda, and the prisoners were in white brocade on white silk gowns and were stunning. GrindaknÃvur's armor, harness, and weapons had been plated in mithril while she and several of the other mates worked on making the real mithril replacements and enchanting them.
Harry grinned and led them to the entry hall.
The Royals, vassals, government officials, and courtiers were stunned into silence as they entered.
"I've died and gone to Heaven."
"PHILLIP!"
Nym smirked and glided to the Prince in the graceful predatory way the mates had recently developed and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks, Dad."
Discombobulated was the only way to describe Phillip after that. For the only time in living memory the courtiers watched with gaping mouths as Elizabeth started, smirked, and then doubled over howling with laughter at the sight of Phillip's red, then white, then red face.
It was a good thing they had left themselves some time and Harry's method of transportation was instantaneous. Every time Elizabeth got herself back under control she looked at Phillip's still alternating coloration and the howls began again.
Nym formed up the Regiment and the others arrayed themselves by it.
Fortune finally looked at Harry. "Harry, be a dear. I'll attempt to control Her Manic Majesty," and she whispered fiercely in Elizabeth's ear.
Harry raised his arms and the entire assembly faded from view, leaving Elizabeth's laughter as a ghost in their wake.
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The Royal
6:30 p.m.
Billhook sat and relaxed. It was done. The Regiment was here and its hard-bitten NCOs were seeing to its presentation. The atrium was decorated perfectly, thanks to Falcata and her phalanx of shield maidens. He chuckled. More like shield matrons. They had retired to prepare an hour ago.
He and the officers had been over the protocol. The Goblin Nation was ready.
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The Royal Academy
7 p.m.
Harry and the assembled faded into the atrium and the four new Goblin Battalions prostrated themselves immediately.
GrindaknÃvur stepped up to Hookknife and barked, "Report!"
"Ma'am, the regiment is present."
GrindaknÃvur nodded. "Regiment, repeat after me," and led them through the oath.
Harry was surprised but he gave the, "So mote it be," accepting the oath and again the light flared and the bedrock rang.
The Regiments broke at Harry's order of, "Okay, let's party," and mixed, warily at first but with growing ease.
Harry circulated with the Alphas, Hermione/Rowena, Susan/Roxanne, and GrindaknÃvur being introduced to the leadership and private soldiers alike. The Battalion Sergeants Major hovered like anxious mothers, providing names, ranks, and units.
The human and Goblin Royals and Privy Councils introduced themselves, as did the vassals.
Drink was flowing but at a very moderate pace, and Harry noticed the Goblins were being enthralled with edited...errrh, videos? displays? projections? Yes, projections of the Regiment's actions set to music and playing on the walls. It was an invigorating display of the Regiment's activities; yeah, okay, propaganda-but fun.
Both Ann and Sophie, the technomancer mates, smiled when he gave them the mental caress of approval.
At 8 p.m. a gong rang and they all found seats. They were all mixed together, with only the Alphas and goddesses of Clan Potter plus the Royals being seated together outside of couples and pairs of bonded.
Private Opinal, Shield Maiden Recruit, D Company, Second Battalion, was nearly overwhelmed to find herself not only at the head table but on Goddess White-errrh, Roxanne's right.
Lieutenant Poniard, Senior Platoon Commander, A Company Fourth Battalion, found himself in the same position on Rowena's right.
The mates slew the Goblin Regiment dead, male and female.
Billhook sighed. "My liege I must protest. You have relieved me of an entire Regiment now."
GrindaknÃvur replied breezily, "That's what you get for being greedy."
Amelia Fastida looked thoughtful. The germ of an idea had struck her, but it wasn't quite fully formed. Plans for a European magical corps were forming and breaking up in her head.
Conversation continued as dinner finished and then Slasher rose. "Gentle beings, there will be dancing in ten minutes."
A roar of approval greeted this announcement.
Harry excused himself and made his way to the restroom. He had seen the Goblin females eyeing him up and knew he was in for a long night.
He was not wrong; he danced every song from 8:40 until midnight.
Griselda excused herself at 11:40 and she and Clem picked up the testers. Nym made excuses for Harry while GrindaknÃvur extracted him from the grip of a very determined, very beautiful, very unmated, extremely dirty-dancing Lieutenant Cinquedea.
GrindaknÃvur sighed. That one would need a mating soon. Poor Harry. Dad looked as if he was going to pop an aneurysm with glee.
The Guards Regiment of Magical Infantry gathered with the human Royals, government, and vassals. Harry bowed to the room and raised his arms, and they faded away.
The Goblin Regimental party had been a rousing success.
Billhook looked at the Goblin females present and Falcata turned to him.
"The Veela have breeding rights. Gabriel told me."
Billhook got a gleam in his eye. "Do they really?"
Yes, this could work nicely. Shield Maidens could bear their Commanders' progeny with no stigma. It was encouraged and celebrated for really proficient or powerful commanders, in fact. Hmmm...how to make Harry the Commander? he wondered.
Falcata huffed in exasperation. "Maglubiyet, do I have to do everything? Two regiments already. Get a regiment of Veela and put them under Ducal command as a joint division."
"And your reward, my Queen?"
Falcata blushed bronze but held her head up gamely.
Billhook grinned and told her in their bond, "You know, I might actually be able to stand it-hell, even take it as a compliment-if he found you that attractive, but GrindaknÃvur might kill you, dear. I couldn't live without you."
Falcata dragged him into a broom closet to the cheers of the Regiment and the assembled Goblin notables.
In the afterglow she smirked. "Let me worry about my daughter, my lord."
Billhook, feeling five hundred years younger, pinned her and took her again.
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The Guards Regiment of Magical Infantry gathered with the human Royals, Government, and vassals appeared in the entry hall, and the amazed testers stood stunned as Nym took control and executed the Turning.
Harry smiled. "Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Potter Castle. We will be operating turned back in time, so please stay in the areas shown to you by the elves. If you are lost or unsure, please call for Geoffrey.
"As we have testing tomorrow, the Regiment will be heading to bed. Breakfast will be served at 7 a.m. tomorrow, with the first test beginning at eight.
"Testers, please feel free to use Geoffrey's services to set up the testing area.
"Goodnight."
Harry led the bonded away and everyone else followed the elf Dinkins into the sitting room.
"Harry, you're going to have to breed Mother or her head is going to explode with all her scheming."
"GrindaknÃvur! What would your father say? Not that Falcata isn't attractive, mind. Errrh, maybe that sounds bad."
The mates laughed.
"I think he'd be thrilled, Harry. If you haven't noticed, he intends to get as much of your genetic material into the race as possible. Nym, be ready to negotiate for breeding rights when we're back uptime. He'll also start negotiations with the Veela for a regiment."
"Why, GrindaknÃvur?"
"Three regiments can be called a division, Gabrielle. It's considered an honor among Shield Maidens to be bred by powerful commanders. If Harry is the Commander, Father will fill it with the most powerful Shield Maiden in the Goblin Nation and Harry will eventually breed them all."
"So why don't we negotiate for that and skip the breeding contract?"
"Good idea, Tracey. You take charge of that."
"I believe I'll help Tracey, Nym."
"Thank you, Amelia Fastida."
"Hey, what if I don't want to be a stud horse, Nym?"
"Please, Harry. We all felt you dancing with Cinquedea. If you weren't so shy she'd have been bred right there. She's a hot one."
Harry blushed crimson as the mates discussed the best Goblin females and which Harry should breed first.
Miranda Bickerstaff, tired of waiting, pushed Harry down on his back on the bed that covered one whole side of the enormous room and sat straight on his hard cock.
Cinquedea had been very hot, and watching Harry dance with her should have been at least R rated. Harry had come away from that dance with his cock as hard as an iron bar.
Miranda's daughters, Abigail, Dorothy, and Sharon surrounded their mother and Harry. As he bound one, the next would replace her.
At 2 a.m. Linda was bound.
Harry slept until six the next morning.
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