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They Thanked Him Much For That.
The Race. Dobby and the Director. Susan's wicked ways, and the downside to bicycle pants.
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They thanked him much for that.
“...and if it hadn't been for my daughter's healing power, I still wouldn't be able to sit.”
Susan laughed again. She was having a great time, sitting in a caravan in a small Swedish town. They had all had a few drinks, and told each other stories about Harry and his various deeds. Neville had proven himself quite the raconteur, and had had them all gasping for breath a few times with his wildly embellished Tales from the Dorm. The one where Ron had fallen asleep with a slip of Harry's invisibility cloak in his lap after an argument with Hermione, and woken up convinced that she had castrated him in his sleep would stay with Susan for a long time. Sigyn's story about her underestimation of Harry's size should have been horrible, but the alcohol and her way of telling it made it hilarious. Neville was sitting beside her, absently stroking her thigh, and her knickers were soaking wet. There was a lull in the conversation, and Susan saw the Vala giving her daughters a stern look. Jorunn turned to Susan apologetically.
“Sorry about that, Susan. We forgot. You're the only one here who gets affected by our allure, and we forgot to hold it in.” That's why she was so hot and bothered! Huldr Allure!
“It's all right. It's not like you're after me or something, is it?”
Neville grinned and raised his hand.
“I am,” he called. “but the only allure I can come up with is in my wine cellar back home.”
They laughed again, and she felt herself calming down. Then she thought that she didn't really want to, so she stood up and reached in under her modest knee-long skirt, and pulled her knickers off and put them in her bag. They were really too wet to be comfortable. Once she had tucked her underwear away, she leaned over and gave Neville the hottest kiss she could. As he responded, she thought that losing the knickers was a good idea, but she might just stain her skirt.
The others applauded her effort, and she thought Leif looked a little flushed, but it was nothing compared to Neville. Her boyfriend was very red, but he didn't look embarrassed at all and given the open atmosphere in the group, she could understand that. He smiled at her.
“Susan, are you trying to kill me? The Huldr Allure may not affect me any more, and I know I'm immune to Veela charms, but you have complete power over me. I'm helpless here. Do you want me to propose to you right now or something?”
Her brain shut down. She had fooled around at school, sure. Double D's could give a girl loads of attention, but this was a group that played for keeps. Sure, they were joking and all, but the guiding star seemed to be Harry, and he was obviously not afraid of commitment. These people didn't hold back with feelings, and there was no doubt that he was serious. Neville didn't want to fool around. Somehow she knew that if she offered him a one night stand or something like that, he would turn her down, simply because he didn't play that game. He wanted to marry her. She didn't know how, but she knew it. He wouldn't take her to bed without commitment. Her brain woke up again, and she thought fast.
“No, love. It's a little early for that, I think, but when you do I fully intend to say yes.”
Neville shone. That was the only thing to call it, as he reached for her hand and kissed her palm. He reached inside his pocket, and brought out a seed. He frowned for a second, and the seed began to grow. It spiralled upwards, and grew into a perfect red rose, which he gave her.
“Wait little, Neville.” rumbled the shrunken Giant. He reached for a box under his chair, and brought out a lump of rock. The caravan lilted suddenly, as he regained his original size, and he closed his large fist around the rock. His hand began to smoke, and when he opened it, there was a thin silver ring among the dust and grit. He blew on it until it cooled, and gave it to Neville, who put it gently on Susan's finger. Sigyn watched them with a smile.
“Susan” she said. “It's an old custom, the Silver Alliance. It's not very common any more, and I don't know whether you ever had it in Britain. Do you know of it?” Susan shook her head, unable to speak. Sigyn continued.
“He is not promising to marry you at this point, but he is promising that he will ask you at the right time if he can. You could be considered to be engaged to be betrothed. As Neville is a Lord, and has sworn allegiance, he has to ask his liege-lord for permission and such things, but the Silver Alliance should not be frowned upon. It's a matter of the heart, without consideration to politics or finance or anything like that. If you become pregnant now, he's obliged to care for you and the child without help from his family or Liege-Lord. All you have to do is to accept the alliance. It's a pretty ring, and you can of course find your own meaning to it.”
“Neville, did you intend this as a Silver Alliance?” Susan asked.
“Now I do. I just didn't know about it before.”
“Then yes, Lord Longbottom. I accept this alliance.” She jumped into his lap and kissed him with all her might. She was vaguely aware that Sigyn whispered something to Leif that made the giant blush before he pulled out a vial from a pocket, drank and shrank. Disa cleared her throat.
“Eh, Neville? Gabrielle told Harry about this, and you most certainly have your Liege-Lords permission.”
“Good to know. Where is he?” Neville smiled and looked at the map on the table.
Gabrielle, as Guinevere, was following her husband, keeping an occasional eye on Surt as well. They were not keeping company. After the first depot, 43 km down the road, Harry had gone ahead faster, while Surt was pacing himself, and there was now almost 10 km between them.
“He's past Gränna, and coming up on the Kaxholmen slope.”
“I wish we could see him there.” Sigyn said. “That's supposed to be a killer.”
“Too bad Stina is in the lake. She could figure out his average speed in a second.” Jorunn said.
“What am I then, chopped carrots?” Disa laughed, and brandished her pocket calculator.”Right now, if he's got five kilometres to the slope, he's at an average of thirty-five kph.”
“That bloody fast. See how slope goes.” Leif said with a wide grin. He was, after all the one who discovered that Harry didn't get tired.
Susan barely listened. She was sitting in Neville's lap looking at her ring. There was a tremendous amount of details to study, and there was also the fact that it had a magical aura. It was smooth on the inside, but had a rough outer edge without any sharp points, but clearly reminding her of the raw rock that the giant had used for it. She made a decision.
“Jorunn, Disa? Shall we go for a little walk? I need some advice.”
As the girls left, Neville was grinning ear to ear, and Leif was patting him congratulatory on his shoulder.
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Everything was simpler on the road. It was him, the bike and the road. He was no one but Biker 4565. He had parted ways with Surt at the first stop, as he didn't really feel the need to stop at all. The rhythm of the road was so alluring.
He had stopped at the Gränna depot, called the Golden Otter, for some reason, to help a girl with her bike.
Her saddle had come loose, forcing her to stand on the bike for three miles, and he had done a little piece of discrete conjuration to give her a replacement for the broken nut. He had also cast a healing charm on her legs, to cope with the strain from the last three miles.
A little 'thank you' for the view he had had from behind her.
He even told her that, and she had just smiled at him, and kissed his cheek. After losing three minutes there, he set out to make up for it, and he knew he was coming up on the first named incline on the trip. Out of the blue, Gabrielle had called on him, asking permission for Neville to marry Susan Bones. He had snorted for a second, remembering Tonks using Susan's very lovely shape, but he sent his absolute approval through their link. Neville and Susan. That was a nice thought, and according to Disa, Susan wouldn't be disappointed. He hooked up with a gang of about thirty bikers doing about 40 kph, and found the effortless joy of biking in a group. His new senses helped him to keep track of the other bikes around him, and when it was his time to pull, he kept at it longer than the others, gaining him an appreciating glance from the guy who finally took over. There was talking in the group, but Harry didn't want to divert his attention enough to try to understand. He was just enjoying himself, and was humming a tune as the miles disappeared under the tyres. He was a bit disappointed when he came to the incline. It didn't look so bad, did it? After a while, though, he saw that what he had thought was the top of the hill, merely was a bend in the road, and the hill continued twice as long as he had thought. He smiled to himself as he geared up a notch and accelerated. No bloody hill should beat him!
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His name was Ron Weasley. He was not the Boy Who Lived. He knew that, but it was just so hard to remember. There had been a prophecy. The prophecy said how to find the right Boy Who Lived, but any boy could have been made to fit. His Doctor had said that. Dumbledore had decided that Harry Potter had been the Boy Who Lived that he, Dumbledore, had wanted. It could have been him! It should have been him!
His doctor had said that it was all right to hate, but that he should turn all his hate on someone worthy of it, like Dumbledore. She was real nice, his doctor. She always wore nice clothes, that showed off her figure. Every time he did progress she let him touch her. When he had killed Dumbledore, she would let him do her in any way he wanted. She had said that herself. He had to make plans. He wrote them on a notebook, and tore the pages off immediately. Once Dumbledore was dead, he would become the Boy Who Lived, have lots of money, and have his nice little doctor with the big boobies on a leach. It was good to become him.
The doctor in question looked over today's garbage harvest of deluded notes. There was even a drawing of her in there. The pathetic whelp probably believed that she had boobs like that. Well, If she could get the Weasel to kill the Headmaster with nothing more than allowing the boy to grope her a bit, it would be hilarious. Imperius would get it done faster, of course, but there was all kinds of detectors in the ward. Besides, it was fun, and well worth the effort of wearing these heavy glamours. The “Doctor”, Bellatrix LeStrange was enjoying her life.
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Susan was incredibly red. She had asked two Huldr for advice on how to make her boyfriend deliriously happy, and that had turned into a Concubine Boot Camp.
Jorunn had called a House Elf, who had returned ten minutes later with a box full of sex toys. She had been assured that they were completely clean, before the the two Non-virgins began giving the virgin an advanced lesson in the art of deepthroating, stroking and fondling.
She was taught what to say and how to sound and, most importantly, that dignity had no place in the bedroom.
Begging for something in bed did not really compromise anything out of it.
On the contrary, by telling him what she wanted, it would guarantee repeat performances and would make it all better.
That had led to an even more interesting thing. She had to learn what she wanted, and what she liked, but she already had a pretty good idea.
The two Huldr had looked at each other and smiled, before interrogating her on her little affair with Tonks. The metamorph had been assigned as her bodyguard once, as Susan's aunt had received a credible threat, and Tonks had caught her masturbating and offered to help.
Susan wouldn't call herself bisexual exactly, but a woman's touch was a great thing, sometimes.
She didn't intend to lose her virginity just yet, but as she wasn't adverse to penetration, she was introduced to the so called butt plug.
She had laughed it off at first, but the girls had her convinced to try it, and to her amazement, it felt really good. She was sitting on it now, trying not to squirm, but it was hard not to and she was grateful that she had already removed her knickers. Neville would not be disappointed, she was making sure of that.
It wasn't all fun and games, though. For beings supposedly without love, the Huldr girls cared very deeply for her boyfriend, and she quickly got the idea that if she hurt him unnecessarily, they would take offence, fang and claw. Primarily, though, they had a little warning for her.
Neville had been traumatized, everybody who cared knew that. What mattered was that Bellatrix was the first woman Neville had seen naked, and when he had begun fantasizing about girls, hers was the body he saw. His primal desires was bound to a woman he hated, and as Disa could testify, Neville could get a bit rough. The important thing for Susan to remember was to sound. Talk to him, sing or cry or anything, just to remind him who she was. Otherwise, under certain circumstances, he might just get a bit confused. Even Sigyn had seen a cathartic violent sexual event in Neville's future, and it just might be best for Susan that it wasn't with her.
Susan boiled over at the thought, and scorched a few square yards of grass. If that woman had hurt her Neville, she would die. Horribly so, and as Susan went over all the possible reasons for Bellatrix to be so ingrained in a little boy's mind, she decided to help torture the bitch herself.
As Susan was working herself into a right state, the two bonded girls looked at each other. As one, they focused their Allure on her, as hard as they could, while physically grabbing her and turning her over. It only took a couple of quick rubs over her sopping slit, and a few knocks on the plug to make her orgasm into unconsciousness. Once she had stopped bucking, Jorunn lifted her gently, while Disa cleaned up after them, regrowing the burnt grass and having Dobby pop the toy box back to the castle. They smiled as they carried the spent girl back to the caravan.
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Luna had finished her letter. She wasn't sure why she had written it, but it had felt good. She wondered for a second if that letter meant that she was evil. She was horny and more than a little frustrated, so she had decided to feel better by making someone else suffer like she was. She comforted herself with the thought that as soon as possible, she would indeed put him out of his misery, if he was miserable pining for her little arse. Right now she was leaving a light blue stain on the sheets, as she had taken to moisten the pen with her juices. Of course, ballpoint pens shouldn't need moistening, but she had done it anyway just in case. It had left her with an inky quim, and convinced that she needed to buy herself a bigger pen. Luna decided to make sure that Harry didn't think she was evil, by becoming as good as possible. First, of course, she needed to make sure that Hermione didn't interrupt her exercises. That meant that she had to become better at pleasing Hermione as well, since she fell asleep right after orgasming. In the bookshelf, she found many interesting books, from Kama Sutra to Ovidius, so she sat down on the bed to read, absently running her fingers over her little slit. In her complicated mind, the things she read started to form structures, like a step by step guide to becoming a Sex Goddess. She thought of that as worthy goal to have. Now, if there was some charm that could duplicate the Veela Allure....
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“What happened?” Neville shouted as he jumped to his feet. Sigyn and Leif stayed in their seats, but their attention were on the blonde that was carried into the magically expanded caravan.
“Nothing bad, Lover boy,” Disa said as she prepared a place where Jorunn could put Susan down.
“You have a good one here, Neville. We were talking about your history and your little problem, and she became quite mad on your behalf. As she was frying the nearby plant life we knocked her out, Huldr style.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means,” Susan said groggily from the cot where Jorunn had put her, “that rather than letting me screw things up with a load of accidental magic, they knocked me out with an instant orgasm. I'll love to see what Disa taught you. Jorunn, dear, I seem to be retaining something?”
The black haired Huldr smiled, and did something in Susan's skirt region, making the blonde girl sigh deeply. Neville couldn't help glancing at her chest, and she met his eyes with a bright smile.
“Thank you, Neville. You were right, by the way. It's hard to be jealous once I got to know her, and that you prefer to look at my boobs when Disa is practically stripping for you makes me feel fairly secure.”
He looked around, not noticing until then that Disa had taken her top off, only leaving her industrial grade bra on.
“That's what I get for trying to distract you. Neville, my friend, you've got it bad.”
He rose and walked the few steps to Susan and put his hand on her cheek. She turned her head and kissed his palm before looking him deep in his eyes.
“No, Disa,” he disagreed. “I've got it good.”
Susan blushed a little, before she pulled him down to her, kissed him soundly and whispered I his ear.
“I'm glad you're here, Love. I want to associate all my orgasms to you, and I'd love it if you gave me the next one. Preferably soon.”
Neville didn't blush. He just caressed her ear in a rather special way, making her gasp.
“I promise.”
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Amelia Bones was furious with herself. Since she was an honest woman, she admitted to herself that 'worried sick' probably were a more apt description, but 'furious' sounded more powerful.
How could she have let her niece travel so far beyond the edges of civilisation? She must have been crazy! The Longbottom boy was good enough, she supposed, and as the Bones family had admittedly hot blood, Susan would most likely lose her virginity prematurely whatever her doting aunt did anyway. She looked again at the delicate silver instrument that was tied to the barely legal tracking charm she had placed on Susan. She was almost out of reach, but at least it gave Amelia a rough direction, and a general idea of Susan's emotions. That part of the instrument was fluctuating wildly, and Amelia assumed that it was just too far.
Neville. Remarkable changes lately, which the boy had attributed to his association with Lord Kilchurn. The Lord was a major question mark. There had been rumours lately about a wedding at Kilchurn, that only a select few had been invited to, and Neville had been one of them. She was more annoyed than she let on that she hadn't been. Neither had the minister, of course, but the worn line about being in good company just didn't apply, since Madame Bones really didn't think Cornelius Fudge was good at anything, and that included thinking, breathing and being company.
What kind of protection would Kilchurn bring to the boy? To her niece? Were they really safe? There were a lot of dangerous things in Sweden, aside from their horrible music. Could Lord Kilchurn, Pritchard or whatever his name was, keep her niece safe? She just couldn't stop worrying.
“Damn it, Kilchurn. Can you keep her safe?” She said to the air in her study.
“Yes, he can.”
Amelia spun around and brought her wand to bear on what appeared to be a House Elf. Except for the facts that Elves didn't wear tweed suits or smoked pipes. Elves were not supposed to lean nonchalantly against her fireplace with a slightly condescending smile, either.
“Director Bones, Your nice niece is very safe, she is. Body guard has she, who is very loyal to Garden Lord, and is becoming loyal to Suzibones as well. If baddies want to get to Suzibones, they need dragons. One dragon is not enough it isn't.”
Amelia Bones dropped her wand. She believed him. House Elves couldn't lie, only be quiet about things if they chose. This was a very unusual house Elf, but she believed him.
“I understand you work for Lord Kilchurn, then?” Her voice wobbled suspiciously, but the Elf didn't seem to notice.
“I is, Ameliendame. I is Chamberlain of Kilchurn Castle. As Garden Lord is allied to My Lord Kilchurn Sir, and Garden Lord has just made Silver Alliance with Suzibones, you is extended family. Lord Kilchurn like you before, and I is having no instructions, but think you is wanting being assured nice niece is safe.”
Amelia smiled when she heard the elf's name for her. She remembered seeing Garbo in the role in 1939, during a mission in Berlin, and she had been called that many times when there was a rumour that she slept her way to the top. Amelia remembered how she had enhanced her likeness to the actress in her youth, and she thought it was nice of the Elf to remark upon it. "Die Kameliendame" indeed. If she had been drinking anything, she would have painted the far wall a second later as the words 'Silver Alliance' struck home. What in the world was this, and what had her niece dragged her in to now?
“And what does this Silver Alliance mean? I regret I'm unfamiliar with the term.”
“Sigyn, Chaplain of Kilchurn and wise woman say it like pre-engagement. It is of heart, before any talk to guardian or Liege-Lord is made. No politics and no money. Garden Lord has got permission of course, but not talk to Lord's Scarygran or Ameliendame yet. You is not obliged to anything. Dobby shouldn't say, but Garden Lord is looking at Suzibones all the time when two Huldr shoot much allure at him. He not even flinch, he didn't. Huldr smile much about that.”
“Huldr!? They're dangerous. What is she doing near those beasts, get her out of there!”
Amelia grew frantic in a second, grabbed her cloak and ran for the fireplace, when the frowning elf snapped his fingers, throwing her into her armchair and freezing her in place. The tweed clad elf jumped up in her lap and standing on her knees, nose to nose he began to angrily lecture her.
“Ameliendame is wrong, she is. Huldr girls are Bonded to Lord Kilchurn, and will defend Suzibones with their lives. Garden Lord knows that. They are almost like family, they are. Kilchurn has granted Suzibones protection. Two Huldr and a Muspellheim Giant. Vala Sigyn is there, and will know of danger before it is, and the three strong ones will defend. There is reinfro...reof... more friends nearby. Dobby will advise Ameliendame now. Forget what you know of Huldr and ask Hogwart's Kittylady for the real history. Being meanie to Lord Kilchurn's girls will make him very angry, and he might make London go boom. Huldr are sometimes dangerous. If someone do bad to Suzibones now, they will learn how dangerous. Learn fast, Ameliendame.”
With a pop, the irate elf was gone. Amelia was reeling. The absolute absurdity of being lectured by a House Elf was getting to her in a bad way, and she realised that they were powerful creatures in their own right. She just hadn't thought about that before. When she thawed from the chair, she stumbled to the fireplace and tossed a pinch of powder in.
“Minerva McGonagall.”
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It was sort of funny, Harry thought, that he could train hard, physically, mentally and magically for twenty hours straight, then have earthshaking sex for three hours, sleep one, and start over again. Here he was, having had a two-hour nap before the start ,and then done nothing but biking for the last four hours, and he was falling asleep on the bike. Perhaps he should stop at the next depot and have some coffee.
He was still going strong, and he wasn't tired at all yet. He was bearing down on the amusingly named town of Hjo now, and this was where Surt had said the tour really began. Harry was looking forward to it. First, however, he really should stop at Hjo. There was supposed to be food there as well, and he felt like he could certainly murder a piece of Lasagne right about then. One annoying thing that had made him pull the group he was with a lot more than he should have had to, was biking pants. It must be the downside of having power to spare, he mused, that he actually noticed when a girl was in front of him. Once the race was done, Gabrielle would get a rear pounding that she wouldn't believe. All these tight little behinds in front of him was really bothering him, because he couldn't really afford an erection. It stretched his pants out of shape, and the hardness that these tight arses in the tight pants provoked, actually made him fear for the seams. So he pulled. He had tried singing to stay awake. He was humming softly to himself, and without thinking about it, he had started singing the words of a Queen classic.
“..Jaws was never my scene, and I don't like Star Wars..”
When he made it to the chorus, the entire group of twenty-odd bikers had joined in.
“I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my biiike! I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride it where I liiike!”
That had led to a lot of laughs, but after a minute, the focused silence had returned, interrupted only by the clicking of the dérailleurs. He didn't initiate any communication, but he felt for his girls, against his better judgement. Gabrielle/Guinevere was hovering above the lake, keeping an eye on both him and Surt, who was just rolling out of Jönköping. Stina was in the lake, by special permission of the local Warden. Funnily, in spite of Vättern being the second largest lake in Sweden, Stina was still the stronger of the two. Both Wardens knew that, but none had mentioned it.
Jorunn was sleepy, but she couldn't really calm down. He could feel her trying to sleep, but failing. He never knew how much she needed her “pacifier.” She could barely sleep without it! She settled for sucking her thumb, but he almost heard her unspoken complaint that it wasn't the same thing.
He focused hard on the endearing qualities, trying to ignore the smouldering ones. This would be a bad time to think about that she needed to suck his cock all night to relax. STOP! Too late. It was growing again. Damn. He continued the sweep to Disa, knowing it probably couldn't get any worse.
It could. She had one hand busy between her legs, and the other teasing her nipples as she eavesdropped on Neville and Susan. By the sound of things, the 'puff was apparently quite skilled. Now, it really couldn't get any worse, so he opened the link a bit more, flooding her mind with both barrels of his pent-up lust. She tensed as the images and emotions impacted on her already overheated libido, and as he mentally caressed her, she screamed bloody murder, and wet her bed beyond the capacity of a simple drying charm.
To Harry, it was quite rewarding, but he was still bent around the iron rod in his tight pants. He allowed his mind to wander. He had the awareness of the road superimposed on his image of the mindscape, where his Bonded shone like suns. He had never really looked around there. He noticed a mind, quite far away, that seemed to be searching for his. He moved closer, to discover that the mind wasn't aware of it's presence in the mindscape at all, and that it was blindingly fast.
~Jormungandr, are you there?
~Always. How can I serve?
~What can you tell me about that light over there?
~Not much, I'm afraid. It is female, and it is thinking about you, quite intensely. It has a connection to you, but not one I know. I am guarding you, so it is safe to move in for a closer look. Just don't forget the road.
~I won't.
The mind was incredibly fast. Images flew across the shining globe like lightning, and most of them featured him. He was having sex with this girl! He couldn't see who she was, as all the images were seen out of her eyes, and he needed a face. There was some interesting positions involves, and if the girl was as flexible as she looked in these fantasies, it would really be interesting. She seemed to prefer anal and oral sex, but there were some vaginal imagery as well, just not as much. There! There was a mirror in the ceiling in one image. He was getting a headache trying to keep up with this amazing mind, but he finally had a face. The mirror over the bed in that one image showed a blonde girl, her face slightly contorted in the throes of passion but still, it was Luna. Unmistakably Luna Lovegood.
Guided by Jormungandr, he slipped a password into her mind, and pulled back. He was entering Hjo, and the road was lined with silly signs saying “I Love Hjo”. Funnily enough, in spite of the sexual nature of this little mental encounter, his raging hard-on had receded, so he could actually stop without embarrassing himself. He slowed down, and followed the directions down into a park, where a few hundred bikes were parked already. He obviously hadn't overtaken them all yet. He picked a nice tree to park beside, and stopped.
As he hit the ground, shoulder first, he reminded himself to unlock his feet from the pedals first, next time.
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Susan smiled at her boyfriend. She hadn't quite managed to keep up with him, so she had a few drops still at the corners of her mouth. She moved up a bit, taking his softening member between her large breasts as she moved slowly up and down.
“I can't imagine why Hannah said she didn't like to take cum in her mouth, much less swallow. You taste delicious, Love. You can cum in my mouth any time, and I will certainly swallow your load. I loved it, just as I love your tongue in my wet little pussy. Next time, I want to try to take you all the way down my throat. Would you like that? Or would you prefer to fuck my boobs? They're all yours, you know.”
Neville tried to speak, but he just couldn't form sentences yet. She had been better than Disa, and he hadn't thought that was even possible.
Just the little thing that she kept talking to him, encouraging him and telling him just how much she enjoyed what he was doing was a turn-on of an almost seismic scale, just like her orgasm had been.
She had grabbed his head, crushed him against her pussy and rubbed his nose against her clitoris for a very long time, it felt like. He hadn't been able to breathe, and her gushing juices had almost drowned him.
He was definitely doing that again!
When it had been her turn to please him, she had taken the time to tell him just how much she loved his cock, detailing to him just how lovely each part of it was, and when she had started to take him into her mouth, she had done it like an act of worship.
He hadn't lasted long. When he had warned her that he was about to shoot off, so that she would be able to dodge, she had just taken him a little deeper and when he came, she just swallowed without missing a beat.
He had already known that he wanted to marry her, and after this session, he was bloody certain.
They had known, both of them, that Disa would most likely eavesdrop, the naughty little piece. They had even talked about it before, but had opted to leave the silencing charm between the little rooms in the caravan, keeping them to the outer walls only.
To Neville's delight, Susan seemed to have an exhibitionistic streak that would be a lot of fun to explore.
Disa's howling orgasm had been a great inspiration, and the two lovers had just looked at each other and smiled when it rattled the walls. Nothing wrong with sharing, was there?
He reached for her face, caressed her, and scooped up the cum drops from her face. She caught his fingers, and licked them clean with every sign of pleasure before she crawled into his embrace. They weren't in a hurry. They both knew that they had a lifetime to explore each other, and they were looking forward to many nights together.
Neville pointed his wand at his nose and cast Haud Quietus Sonitus on himself, the anti-snoring charm, and happy in each others arms, the couple fell asleep.
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Once upon a time, there had been a huge, mile high waterfall here, Harry remembered. Surt had told him more about the course than he really had wanted to know, after all. Today though, Tiveden was a drag.
In his eyes, there had obviously been too much geography for the space here, so Nature had solved the the problem by wrinkling it, fitting loads of geography into the available area.
The crowds were thinner now, and thanks to a very hasty meal in Hjo, Harry had left the group behind, going on his own for a while.
Fortunately, there were no delectable derrières in biking pants here, so he could actually focus on the biking. He had the wind against him now, and as he pushed hard, he felt his Sorcery working in his muscles, repairing damage as it occurred when he forced himself to power push up the hills. It was great to be him those times.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and he had just passed some religious people, standing at the top of a hill, who apparently blessed all the passing bikers. They had said that God was with him on his tour, and Harry thought that if that was the case, it had to be God's turn to pull a bit now. He intended to bypass the upcoming city, and wait for Hammarsundet before he stopped the next time. Those religious people had been funny. Religion had never played any larger part in his life, and he had actually been a little surprised at Sigyn's invocation at the wedding. She believed. Well, it was part of her job, after all, and she was the wisest person he trusted. That was in itself food for thought, and as he rolled towards Askersund, he began digesting it.
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Susan climbed out of bed, careful not to wake her lover. She just grabbed her wallet from her purse and snuck out into the living room. Her wallet was an excellent travelling accessory that contained her spare clothes, hygiene products and loads of other things. For some reason, she didn't have any money in it, though.
The caravan was a lot larger than the tents she was used to, but then again, there was a solid structure here to attach the charms to. She stretched and looked around. Sigyn and Leif was sitting by the table, stark naked like Susan herself. Leif was back in his full size, and he was a sight to see indeed. She considered getting mortally embarrassed and flee, never to speak to them again, but thought better of it. Instead, she cast Tersus Tergum on herself, and after a second she followed it up with Tersus Saeta. Her favourite freshening charms left her with a strange scent, sex and strawberries, but that couldn't be helped. The Tersus charms always made her smell like strawberries, and the scent of sex might not be from her, after all. She sauntered over to the table and pulled out a chair.
“Good..day, Susan. Did you have fun?” Sigyn asked with a warm tone in her voice.
“Good day to you two, too. Your daughter trained my boyfriend very well. I think I might just keep him.” She laughed. She noticed that the half-giant looked at her curiously.
“Susan, Neville know, but I say to you too. There is place for you with us if you need it. You always welcome. Now I thinked, You sit here naked like we are. You just have fun and you know we know. Why you not even blush, not embarrassed? Would you have do this yesterday?”
She didn't have to think about it for very long.
“No, I wouldn't. I would have been mortified, but for some reason I trust you all. Disa and Jorunn are sexual beings, so I guess I'm not the first naked teen girl you have seen. You have a drop-dead gorgeous wife, who's sexy enough to affect me, and I'm fairly straight, normally. You wouldn't be mean to me, and I'm bloody certain that you wouldn't assault me. My lover was trained by your daughter, so what's left for me to be embarrassed about?”
“True,” Sigyn said. “It's just that you're still a virgin, and you are comfortable around a naked male giant. We appreciate it, of course. It's nice to know that you feel you can relax around us, but you must admit it's a bit unusual.”
Susan laughed.
“I keep wondering how deep this rabbit hole really is, but since everything around me here is very unusual, from my point of view anyway, why not try to fit in? I ditched my shyness after talking to Disa for five minutes, and there seems to be few taboo's in this group. I just go with the flow.”
“You're right about that. I have a reputation for being straightforward, and I seem to have affected Harry and the others as well now. So, did you take Neville in your ass, or did you stick to oral this time?” The Vala was smirking, obviously trying to embarrass her anyway. Susan fought down her blush and answered in a sultry voice.
“This time, we settled for oral. Neville has an amazing tongue. I could swear he was licking my cervix for a while. The best part was swallowing, though. The taste and texture of his semen as it trickled down my throat made me so wet it was almost unbearable. I couldn't get him deep enough to have him shoot straight down my throat, but I will practice until I get it right. Isn't it just amazing to have a cock in your mouth as it shoots these wonderful bursts of semen into you? I wanted it all, of course, but some of it escaped and ran down my face, onto my nipples. I almost came from that.”
Susan had adapted her tone to a low, breathy purr, and she had stolen glances at Leif as she spoke. He had gotten progressively redder in the face, and he was clearly having problems sitting straight.
Sigyn grinned at her, and turned to her husband.
“What's the matter, dear? Don't you want to think about this fifteen year old girl with semen running from her mouth to her lovely, perky teen breasts?” Leif just grunted something unintelligible, so Sigyn turned back to Susan.
“Excuse us for a while. I think my husband wants a piece of ass right about now.”
She stood up and pulled her husband out of his chair by his very, very large and visibly throbbing cock and lead him into their room. Susan smiled to herself. That had been fun, but she had gotten a bit hot herself. How little Sigyn could take that monster inside her was beyond Susan's imagination, potion or no potion. Still, the mental images were a bit thrilling. Perhaps she should go and wake Neville up before she got dressed.
Neville woke up with his cock deep down Susan's throat, and with her fragrant pussy right above his face. He felt her tense up a bit as he got busy on her clitoris, but as they both drew near the “morning's“ conclusion, he had to admit that it was pretty good to be him.
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He had five kilometres left to go before he even reached the city, and already the road was lined with cheering people.
There had been crowds here and there along the way, and the cheering felt really good.
It brought back memories of Quidditch games and times when he had been celebrated for things he had done, had worked for.
These people were cheering him on because he had done Vätternrundan in about eight hours. Well, they didn't know the time, of course. He was just one of the thousands of bikers who had done it this year.
He also knew that a lot of people thought that he was a factory biker, as he had this unknown bike and matching shirt. Someone had told him that people always cheered for those they thought were pro's.
The air was warm, the sun was shining and there was not a single cloud in the sky as he rolled through the disconnected traffic lights.
Gabrielle was no longer above him. His very own silver winged traffic inspector had gone on ahead, to wait with the others at the finish.
He was supposed to give a holler when he turned in on the final stretch, but right now he revelled in the feeling of accomplishment.
The crowds applauded him and the other bikers, and Harry felt a small pang of guilt.
He had had an easy tour, compared to the others. Harry had heard more complaints of aching butts in the last hour than in his previous life, and then there was the fact that he wasn't tired.
Leif had been right. His body replenished itself with magic, just like he had filled his canteen from the tanks at the depots without stopping.
Speeding through a roundabout, he got a rousing cheer from the people around it, so he made an extra lap around it, to further cheering and applause from the spectators, before he continued to the finish line.
There were a lot more people here, and the constant cheering was getting to him. He had made it, and he had power to spare! He would be able to make another tour if he really wanted to, which he didn't. What he wanted now was to get off this bike, and to remember to unlock his feet properly this time. Then he wanted his wife. Badly. Thankfully, there were not many bikers ahead of him, and no distracting little backsides.
When did he become such a shag-o-holic? When he began getting as much as he wanted and then some, that was when.
The past hours had highlighted how much he needed his girls in a purely physical sense, and he was beginning to worry about school. He rested a bit, and sent out the promised call, as he followed the markings down a hill towards the finish. The cheering was deafening here, and he slowed down, as there seemed to be a bit of a queue on the other side of the finishing gate. As he crossed, he couldn't stop himself. He drew a deep breath and shouted as loud as he could.
“We made it! There is nothing we can not do!”
His call was well received by the other bikers, who had already crossed the line and was wearing their medallions. Tired, exhausted men and women straightened their backs and grinned at each other. They all turned to the grinning young man in the green shirt and smiled. They may be tired and aching, but he had driven it home for them. They had all made it! One group who was wearing matching shirts had a quick word, and as Harry had a pretty girl hang his medallion around his neck, they shouted again, and the call was picked up by most of the bikers there. In heavily accented English, they shouted:
“Hey, 4565, You made it! There's nothing you can not do!”
Then there were boobs.
Disa, Jorunn and Stina were hugging the life out of him, and he really enjoyed it. Leif, in his peculiar small form, took care of his bike, and Neville was flashing away with a camera. Susan was standing with Sigyn, smiling at him, and as he beckoned for her, she hugged him close and whispered a quiet “thank you” in his ear. He was thoroughly congratulated as the family crowd left the reception area and moved a bit out of the way. Stina grabbed his number vest and ran to get his diploma and such things as someone pressed a large glass of beer in his hand.
Then Sigyn stepped aside and revealed Gabrielle. She was standing by a smaller bike, all silver and pink, in a silvery, form hugging biker shirt, and thin, tight, pink biking pants. Harry's jaw just dropped as his little wife led her bike towards him. She hugged him and gave him a chaste kiss on his jaw. Then she said in a sultry voice.
“Congratulations, Love. I thought someone should lead you back to the caravan. Just follow me and I'll show you the way.”
The other's laughed as he immediately reached for his bike, and he followed his wife, or more exactly her swaying pink arse through the city, back to the caravan.
She said nothing as they dismounted, and she unlocked the door to the caravan, but as soon as they had closed the door behind them, Harry grabbed her, pulling her backwards towards him. He felt her doing the familiar cleaning and lubricating charm as he liquefied a hole in her biking pants. In silence he pulled out his erect member and lifted his petite wife onto it. Holding her close to his chest, he lowered her tight arse down over his cock, pushing his way inside as she moaned in his ear. He carried her, supporting her weight on his cock, to the table, where she rested her knees as he began to pound her hard. He kneaded her boobs through the shirt, and she turned her head towards him, licking his face until he turned to her in a deep kiss. After a few minutes of relentless pounding, she slid off him and took him into her mouth. After some deliciously hard work with tongue and hands, she was rewarded with a severe amount of semen shooting down her throat. When she had licked him clean, she smiled beautifully at him and dragged him to his bed. She pushed him down, and began to undress him. She hadn't done more than get his shoes and socks off when he fell asleep. Having a wife with the ability to foresee his needs was a great thing indeed.
To wake up with several pairs of hands massaging your legs and back is something to enjoy in silent contemplation of one's luck. Gabrielle and Stina was working his back and shoulders, Disa and Jorunn had his butt and thighs covered and to his surprise, he had Susan bones handling his calves.
“I still can't believe it. He used to be a tiny scrawny kid before he got some Quidditch muscles. I can't believe that this...this Hercules is my schoolmate!”
“I told you, Susan, those calves are new, and so is a lot of this butt here. Damn, it's like oak to massage. Are those calves softening any?”
“A little. Like oak, as you said, instead of marble. I think they're as soft as I can get them. Does anyone have a foot fetish? If so, we can trade.”
The girls laughed at that, and as Stina moved over and started taking care of his feet, she said.
“Susan, you're turning into a very naughty girl. I'm not sure we should let you keep your hands on our man.” She finished with a giggle.
“Don't worry. I'm a one man woman, even if I'm not technically a woman yet. I'm sticking to Neville, but it's thanks to you and this delicious piece of man flesh here that I have him. I owe you.”
Gabrielle stopped for a moment.
“In that case, we should do some planning in the next few weeks, but not now, seeing as this delicious piece of man flesh is awake. Welcome back, beloved. Why don't you turn around so we can work your other side? Don't mind Susan. She has seen you already.” Harry grinned, and while laying on his stomach, he pulled off a morphing he had thought about, but never really gotten to work. It still looked impressive, even if it wasn't functional. As he clumsily turned around, he enjoyed the gasps from the girls. The surprise from Gabrielle and Stina, the sheer eagerness from Jorunn and Disa and the mild shock from Susan.
“Hello Loves, Susan. That was a great tour to have made. I feel like twice the man I used to be.”
They all broke up at his stupid line, and he morphed his second penis away. He looked up at Susan, now rubbing his pectorals.
“I guess I should welcome you to the extended family then, Susan. It's good to see you.”
“Thank you, My Lord, “she said in a sultry voice, having discovered how much fun that was. “For your information, I'm still a virgin in case you wish to invoke jus primae noctis.”
Harry pulled on his Consort's mental resources and thought fast. This was not made easy by the girls, who all had opted for bikinis at the moment, and while he was quite happy with his little harem as it was, he had to admit that Susan was beautiful. He forced his member to stay down, by simply morphing the blood vessels shut, before he answered.
“Unfortunately, while your intended is indeed my liege, you are not and at the time you will be considered as such, I very much doubt there will be anything left for me.”
“Oh, I could take a room at your castle, couldn't I? Then I would be ... eligible.”
She did things with her voice that made it communicate directly with his balls, without even passing the brain. He was fighting a losing battle against his own erection when he heard two voices laughing by the door. Neville told his girlfriend with mock firmness.
“Susan, I thank you for not torturing my liege-lord with your wicked ways. And don't give him any ideas, please!”
Leif filled in, addressing Harry.
“That cute little devil did to me too. That voice and her ways is trouble for any man with working bits. She ...naughty enough to fit in. Neville picked good mate. But naughty.”
He pronounced the word Naughty so carefully that harry understood that it was a new acquisition to his vocabulary. Useful, that, he supposed, seeing the decidedly naughty looks, shared by the girls.
They decided to tease him, and the firm massage turned into caresses until he almost lost control of the suppressed erection, and he was convinced that he could take all the girls at least twice before going soft again. That was when Sigyn interrupted.
“Good. You're awake and frisky. Hold that thought. There's only an hour and a half to Sjögestad, and I've called ahead to set things up there. Let's pack up. Harry, Don't get off, and keep thinking naughty thoughts. Girls, you help him keep his mind in gear. It's time for mister Fafnersson to meet my Goddess.
Author's notes.
I tried to convey a feeling of triumph. That's why I wrote the bikerace. I can feel it, but I'm not sure anyone who hasn't done Vätternrundan can understand the immense sense of accomplishment it gives to pass the finishing gate. The medal is one of my most priced possessions.
How d'you like Ron's treatment?
I used the time to paint a few characters the way I want them.
Confident Chamberlain Dobby, the less strict Madam Bones and the naughty, but basically faithful Susan. I plan to have fun with her sexy voice.
Sex Goddess Luna was just a bunny, but I think I'll hop along with it for a while.
Ah well. Next stop: the Sjögestad Standing Stones. Please review. Twice.
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They thanked him much for that.
“...and if it hadn't been for my daughter's healing power, I still wouldn't be able to sit.”
Susan laughed again. She was having a great time, sitting in a caravan in a small Swedish town. They had all had a few drinks, and told each other stories about Harry and his various deeds. Neville had proven himself quite the raconteur, and had had them all gasping for breath a few times with his wildly embellished Tales from the Dorm. The one where Ron had fallen asleep with a slip of Harry's invisibility cloak in his lap after an argument with Hermione, and woken up convinced that she had castrated him in his sleep would stay with Susan for a long time. Sigyn's story about her underestimation of Harry's size should have been horrible, but the alcohol and her way of telling it made it hilarious. Neville was sitting beside her, absently stroking her thigh, and her knickers were soaking wet. There was a lull in the conversation, and Susan saw the Vala giving her daughters a stern look. Jorunn turned to Susan apologetically.
“Sorry about that, Susan. We forgot. You're the only one here who gets affected by our allure, and we forgot to hold it in.” That's why she was so hot and bothered! Huldr Allure!
“It's all right. It's not like you're after me or something, is it?”
Neville grinned and raised his hand.
“I am,” he called. “but the only allure I can come up with is in my wine cellar back home.”
They laughed again, and she felt herself calming down. Then she thought that she didn't really want to, so she stood up and reached in under her modest knee-long skirt, and pulled her knickers off and put them in her bag. They were really too wet to be comfortable. Once she had tucked her underwear away, she leaned over and gave Neville the hottest kiss she could. As he responded, she thought that losing the knickers was a good idea, but she might just stain her skirt.
The others applauded her effort, and she thought Leif looked a little flushed, but it was nothing compared to Neville. Her boyfriend was very red, but he didn't look embarrassed at all and given the open atmosphere in the group, she could understand that. He smiled at her.
“Susan, are you trying to kill me? The Huldr Allure may not affect me any more, and I know I'm immune to Veela charms, but you have complete power over me. I'm helpless here. Do you want me to propose to you right now or something?”
Her brain shut down. She had fooled around at school, sure. Double D's could give a girl loads of attention, but this was a group that played for keeps. Sure, they were joking and all, but the guiding star seemed to be Harry, and he was obviously not afraid of commitment. These people didn't hold back with feelings, and there was no doubt that he was serious. Neville didn't want to fool around. Somehow she knew that if she offered him a one night stand or something like that, he would turn her down, simply because he didn't play that game. He wanted to marry her. She didn't know how, but she knew it. He wouldn't take her to bed without commitment. Her brain woke up again, and she thought fast.
“No, love. It's a little early for that, I think, but when you do I fully intend to say yes.”
Neville shone. That was the only thing to call it, as he reached for her hand and kissed her palm. He reached inside his pocket, and brought out a seed. He frowned for a second, and the seed began to grow. It spiralled upwards, and grew into a perfect red rose, which he gave her.
“Wait little, Neville.” rumbled the shrunken Giant. He reached for a box under his chair, and brought out a lump of rock. The caravan lilted suddenly, as he regained his original size, and he closed his large fist around the rock. His hand began to smoke, and when he opened it, there was a thin silver ring among the dust and grit. He blew on it until it cooled, and gave it to Neville, who put it gently on Susan's finger. Sigyn watched them with a smile.
“Susan” she said. “It's an old custom, the Silver Alliance. It's not very common any more, and I don't know whether you ever had it in Britain. Do you know of it?” Susan shook her head, unable to speak. Sigyn continued.
“He is not promising to marry you at this point, but he is promising that he will ask you at the right time if he can. You could be considered to be engaged to be betrothed. As Neville is a Lord, and has sworn allegiance, he has to ask his liege-lord for permission and such things, but the Silver Alliance should not be frowned upon. It's a matter of the heart, without consideration to politics or finance or anything like that. If you become pregnant now, he's obliged to care for you and the child without help from his family or Liege-Lord. All you have to do is to accept the alliance. It's a pretty ring, and you can of course find your own meaning to it.”
“Neville, did you intend this as a Silver Alliance?” Susan asked.
“Now I do. I just didn't know about it before.”
“Then yes, Lord Longbottom. I accept this alliance.” She jumped into his lap and kissed him with all her might. She was vaguely aware that Sigyn whispered something to Leif that made the giant blush before he pulled out a vial from a pocket, drank and shrank. Disa cleared her throat.
“Eh, Neville? Gabrielle told Harry about this, and you most certainly have your Liege-Lords permission.”
“Good to know. Where is he?” Neville smiled and looked at the map on the table.
Gabrielle, as Guinevere, was following her husband, keeping an occasional eye on Surt as well. They were not keeping company. After the first depot, 43 km down the road, Harry had gone ahead faster, while Surt was pacing himself, and there was now almost 10 km between them.
“He's past Gränna, and coming up on the Kaxholmen slope.”
“I wish we could see him there.” Sigyn said. “That's supposed to be a killer.”
“Too bad Stina is in the lake. She could figure out his average speed in a second.” Jorunn said.
“What am I then, chopped carrots?” Disa laughed, and brandished her pocket calculator.”Right now, if he's got five kilometres to the slope, he's at an average of thirty-five kph.”
“That bloody fast. See how slope goes.” Leif said with a wide grin. He was, after all the one who discovered that Harry didn't get tired.
Susan barely listened. She was sitting in Neville's lap looking at her ring. There was a tremendous amount of details to study, and there was also the fact that it had a magical aura. It was smooth on the inside, but had a rough outer edge without any sharp points, but clearly reminding her of the raw rock that the giant had used for it. She made a decision.
“Jorunn, Disa? Shall we go for a little walk? I need some advice.”
As the girls left, Neville was grinning ear to ear, and Leif was patting him congratulatory on his shoulder.
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Everything was simpler on the road. It was him, the bike and the road. He was no one but Biker 4565. He had parted ways with Surt at the first stop, as he didn't really feel the need to stop at all. The rhythm of the road was so alluring.
He had stopped at the Gränna depot, called the Golden Otter, for some reason, to help a girl with her bike.
Her saddle had come loose, forcing her to stand on the bike for three miles, and he had done a little piece of discrete conjuration to give her a replacement for the broken nut. He had also cast a healing charm on her legs, to cope with the strain from the last three miles.
A little 'thank you' for the view he had had from behind her.
He even told her that, and she had just smiled at him, and kissed his cheek. After losing three minutes there, he set out to make up for it, and he knew he was coming up on the first named incline on the trip. Out of the blue, Gabrielle had called on him, asking permission for Neville to marry Susan Bones. He had snorted for a second, remembering Tonks using Susan's very lovely shape, but he sent his absolute approval through their link. Neville and Susan. That was a nice thought, and according to Disa, Susan wouldn't be disappointed. He hooked up with a gang of about thirty bikers doing about 40 kph, and found the effortless joy of biking in a group. His new senses helped him to keep track of the other bikes around him, and when it was his time to pull, he kept at it longer than the others, gaining him an appreciating glance from the guy who finally took over. There was talking in the group, but Harry didn't want to divert his attention enough to try to understand. He was just enjoying himself, and was humming a tune as the miles disappeared under the tyres. He was a bit disappointed when he came to the incline. It didn't look so bad, did it? After a while, though, he saw that what he had thought was the top of the hill, merely was a bend in the road, and the hill continued twice as long as he had thought. He smiled to himself as he geared up a notch and accelerated. No bloody hill should beat him!
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His name was Ron Weasley. He was not the Boy Who Lived. He knew that, but it was just so hard to remember. There had been a prophecy. The prophecy said how to find the right Boy Who Lived, but any boy could have been made to fit. His Doctor had said that. Dumbledore had decided that Harry Potter had been the Boy Who Lived that he, Dumbledore, had wanted. It could have been him! It should have been him!
His doctor had said that it was all right to hate, but that he should turn all his hate on someone worthy of it, like Dumbledore. She was real nice, his doctor. She always wore nice clothes, that showed off her figure. Every time he did progress she let him touch her. When he had killed Dumbledore, she would let him do her in any way he wanted. She had said that herself. He had to make plans. He wrote them on a notebook, and tore the pages off immediately. Once Dumbledore was dead, he would become the Boy Who Lived, have lots of money, and have his nice little doctor with the big boobies on a leach. It was good to become him.
The doctor in question looked over today's garbage harvest of deluded notes. There was even a drawing of her in there. The pathetic whelp probably believed that she had boobs like that. Well, If she could get the Weasel to kill the Headmaster with nothing more than allowing the boy to grope her a bit, it would be hilarious. Imperius would get it done faster, of course, but there was all kinds of detectors in the ward. Besides, it was fun, and well worth the effort of wearing these heavy glamours. The “Doctor”, Bellatrix LeStrange was enjoying her life.
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Susan was incredibly red. She had asked two Huldr for advice on how to make her boyfriend deliriously happy, and that had turned into a Concubine Boot Camp.
Jorunn had called a House Elf, who had returned ten minutes later with a box full of sex toys. She had been assured that they were completely clean, before the the two Non-virgins began giving the virgin an advanced lesson in the art of deepthroating, stroking and fondling.
She was taught what to say and how to sound and, most importantly, that dignity had no place in the bedroom.
Begging for something in bed did not really compromise anything out of it.
On the contrary, by telling him what she wanted, it would guarantee repeat performances and would make it all better.
That had led to an even more interesting thing. She had to learn what she wanted, and what she liked, but she already had a pretty good idea.
The two Huldr had looked at each other and smiled, before interrogating her on her little affair with Tonks. The metamorph had been assigned as her bodyguard once, as Susan's aunt had received a credible threat, and Tonks had caught her masturbating and offered to help.
Susan wouldn't call herself bisexual exactly, but a woman's touch was a great thing, sometimes.
She didn't intend to lose her virginity just yet, but as she wasn't adverse to penetration, she was introduced to the so called butt plug.
She had laughed it off at first, but the girls had her convinced to try it, and to her amazement, it felt really good. She was sitting on it now, trying not to squirm, but it was hard not to and she was grateful that she had already removed her knickers. Neville would not be disappointed, she was making sure of that.
It wasn't all fun and games, though. For beings supposedly without love, the Huldr girls cared very deeply for her boyfriend, and she quickly got the idea that if she hurt him unnecessarily, they would take offence, fang and claw. Primarily, though, they had a little warning for her.
Neville had been traumatized, everybody who cared knew that. What mattered was that Bellatrix was the first woman Neville had seen naked, and when he had begun fantasizing about girls, hers was the body he saw. His primal desires was bound to a woman he hated, and as Disa could testify, Neville could get a bit rough. The important thing for Susan to remember was to sound. Talk to him, sing or cry or anything, just to remind him who she was. Otherwise, under certain circumstances, he might just get a bit confused. Even Sigyn had seen a cathartic violent sexual event in Neville's future, and it just might be best for Susan that it wasn't with her.
Susan boiled over at the thought, and scorched a few square yards of grass. If that woman had hurt her Neville, she would die. Horribly so, and as Susan went over all the possible reasons for Bellatrix to be so ingrained in a little boy's mind, she decided to help torture the bitch herself.
As Susan was working herself into a right state, the two bonded girls looked at each other. As one, they focused their Allure on her, as hard as they could, while physically grabbing her and turning her over. It only took a couple of quick rubs over her sopping slit, and a few knocks on the plug to make her orgasm into unconsciousness. Once she had stopped bucking, Jorunn lifted her gently, while Disa cleaned up after them, regrowing the burnt grass and having Dobby pop the toy box back to the castle. They smiled as they carried the spent girl back to the caravan.
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Luna had finished her letter. She wasn't sure why she had written it, but it had felt good. She wondered for a second if that letter meant that she was evil. She was horny and more than a little frustrated, so she had decided to feel better by making someone else suffer like she was. She comforted herself with the thought that as soon as possible, she would indeed put him out of his misery, if he was miserable pining for her little arse. Right now she was leaving a light blue stain on the sheets, as she had taken to moisten the pen with her juices. Of course, ballpoint pens shouldn't need moistening, but she had done it anyway just in case. It had left her with an inky quim, and convinced that she needed to buy herself a bigger pen. Luna decided to make sure that Harry didn't think she was evil, by becoming as good as possible. First, of course, she needed to make sure that Hermione didn't interrupt her exercises. That meant that she had to become better at pleasing Hermione as well, since she fell asleep right after orgasming. In the bookshelf, she found many interesting books, from Kama Sutra to Ovidius, so she sat down on the bed to read, absently running her fingers over her little slit. In her complicated mind, the things she read started to form structures, like a step by step guide to becoming a Sex Goddess. She thought of that as worthy goal to have. Now, if there was some charm that could duplicate the Veela Allure....
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“What happened?” Neville shouted as he jumped to his feet. Sigyn and Leif stayed in their seats, but their attention were on the blonde that was carried into the magically expanded caravan.
“Nothing bad, Lover boy,” Disa said as she prepared a place where Jorunn could put Susan down.
“You have a good one here, Neville. We were talking about your history and your little problem, and she became quite mad on your behalf. As she was frying the nearby plant life we knocked her out, Huldr style.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means,” Susan said groggily from the cot where Jorunn had put her, “that rather than letting me screw things up with a load of accidental magic, they knocked me out with an instant orgasm. I'll love to see what Disa taught you. Jorunn, dear, I seem to be retaining something?”
The black haired Huldr smiled, and did something in Susan's skirt region, making the blonde girl sigh deeply. Neville couldn't help glancing at her chest, and she met his eyes with a bright smile.
“Thank you, Neville. You were right, by the way. It's hard to be jealous once I got to know her, and that you prefer to look at my boobs when Disa is practically stripping for you makes me feel fairly secure.”
He looked around, not noticing until then that Disa had taken her top off, only leaving her industrial grade bra on.
“That's what I get for trying to distract you. Neville, my friend, you've got it bad.”
He rose and walked the few steps to Susan and put his hand on her cheek. She turned her head and kissed his palm before looking him deep in his eyes.
“No, Disa,” he disagreed. “I've got it good.”
Susan blushed a little, before she pulled him down to her, kissed him soundly and whispered I his ear.
“I'm glad you're here, Love. I want to associate all my orgasms to you, and I'd love it if you gave me the next one. Preferably soon.”
Neville didn't blush. He just caressed her ear in a rather special way, making her gasp.
“I promise.”
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Amelia Bones was furious with herself. Since she was an honest woman, she admitted to herself that 'worried sick' probably were a more apt description, but 'furious' sounded more powerful.
How could she have let her niece travel so far beyond the edges of civilisation? She must have been crazy! The Longbottom boy was good enough, she supposed, and as the Bones family had admittedly hot blood, Susan would most likely lose her virginity prematurely whatever her doting aunt did anyway. She looked again at the delicate silver instrument that was tied to the barely legal tracking charm she had placed on Susan. She was almost out of reach, but at least it gave Amelia a rough direction, and a general idea of Susan's emotions. That part of the instrument was fluctuating wildly, and Amelia assumed that it was just too far.
Neville. Remarkable changes lately, which the boy had attributed to his association with Lord Kilchurn. The Lord was a major question mark. There had been rumours lately about a wedding at Kilchurn, that only a select few had been invited to, and Neville had been one of them. She was more annoyed than she let on that she hadn't been. Neither had the minister, of course, but the worn line about being in good company just didn't apply, since Madame Bones really didn't think Cornelius Fudge was good at anything, and that included thinking, breathing and being company.
What kind of protection would Kilchurn bring to the boy? To her niece? Were they really safe? There were a lot of dangerous things in Sweden, aside from their horrible music. Could Lord Kilchurn, Pritchard or whatever his name was, keep her niece safe? She just couldn't stop worrying.
“Damn it, Kilchurn. Can you keep her safe?” She said to the air in her study.
“Yes, he can.”
Amelia spun around and brought her wand to bear on what appeared to be a House Elf. Except for the facts that Elves didn't wear tweed suits or smoked pipes. Elves were not supposed to lean nonchalantly against her fireplace with a slightly condescending smile, either.
“Director Bones, Your nice niece is very safe, she is. Body guard has she, who is very loyal to Garden Lord, and is becoming loyal to Suzibones as well. If baddies want to get to Suzibones, they need dragons. One dragon is not enough it isn't.”
Amelia Bones dropped her wand. She believed him. House Elves couldn't lie, only be quiet about things if they chose. This was a very unusual house Elf, but she believed him.
“I understand you work for Lord Kilchurn, then?” Her voice wobbled suspiciously, but the Elf didn't seem to notice.
“I is, Ameliendame. I is Chamberlain of Kilchurn Castle. As Garden Lord is allied to My Lord Kilchurn Sir, and Garden Lord has just made Silver Alliance with Suzibones, you is extended family. Lord Kilchurn like you before, and I is having no instructions, but think you is wanting being assured nice niece is safe.”
Amelia smiled when she heard the elf's name for her. She remembered seeing Garbo in the role in 1939, during a mission in Berlin, and she had been called that many times when there was a rumour that she slept her way to the top. Amelia remembered how she had enhanced her likeness to the actress in her youth, and she thought it was nice of the Elf to remark upon it. "Die Kameliendame" indeed. If she had been drinking anything, she would have painted the far wall a second later as the words 'Silver Alliance' struck home. What in the world was this, and what had her niece dragged her in to now?
“And what does this Silver Alliance mean? I regret I'm unfamiliar with the term.”
“Sigyn, Chaplain of Kilchurn and wise woman say it like pre-engagement. It is of heart, before any talk to guardian or Liege-Lord is made. No politics and no money. Garden Lord has got permission of course, but not talk to Lord's Scarygran or Ameliendame yet. You is not obliged to anything. Dobby shouldn't say, but Garden Lord is looking at Suzibones all the time when two Huldr shoot much allure at him. He not even flinch, he didn't. Huldr smile much about that.”
“Huldr!? They're dangerous. What is she doing near those beasts, get her out of there!”
Amelia grew frantic in a second, grabbed her cloak and ran for the fireplace, when the frowning elf snapped his fingers, throwing her into her armchair and freezing her in place. The tweed clad elf jumped up in her lap and standing on her knees, nose to nose he began to angrily lecture her.
“Ameliendame is wrong, she is. Huldr girls are Bonded to Lord Kilchurn, and will defend Suzibones with their lives. Garden Lord knows that. They are almost like family, they are. Kilchurn has granted Suzibones protection. Two Huldr and a Muspellheim Giant. Vala Sigyn is there, and will know of danger before it is, and the three strong ones will defend. There is reinfro...reof... more friends nearby. Dobby will advise Ameliendame now. Forget what you know of Huldr and ask Hogwart's Kittylady for the real history. Being meanie to Lord Kilchurn's girls will make him very angry, and he might make London go boom. Huldr are sometimes dangerous. If someone do bad to Suzibones now, they will learn how dangerous. Learn fast, Ameliendame.”
With a pop, the irate elf was gone. Amelia was reeling. The absolute absurdity of being lectured by a House Elf was getting to her in a bad way, and she realised that they were powerful creatures in their own right. She just hadn't thought about that before. When she thawed from the chair, she stumbled to the fireplace and tossed a pinch of powder in.
“Minerva McGonagall.”
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It was sort of funny, Harry thought, that he could train hard, physically, mentally and magically for twenty hours straight, then have earthshaking sex for three hours, sleep one, and start over again. Here he was, having had a two-hour nap before the start ,and then done nothing but biking for the last four hours, and he was falling asleep on the bike. Perhaps he should stop at the next depot and have some coffee.
He was still going strong, and he wasn't tired at all yet. He was bearing down on the amusingly named town of Hjo now, and this was where Surt had said the tour really began. Harry was looking forward to it. First, however, he really should stop at Hjo. There was supposed to be food there as well, and he felt like he could certainly murder a piece of Lasagne right about then. One annoying thing that had made him pull the group he was with a lot more than he should have had to, was biking pants. It must be the downside of having power to spare, he mused, that he actually noticed when a girl was in front of him. Once the race was done, Gabrielle would get a rear pounding that she wouldn't believe. All these tight little behinds in front of him was really bothering him, because he couldn't really afford an erection. It stretched his pants out of shape, and the hardness that these tight arses in the tight pants provoked, actually made him fear for the seams. So he pulled. He had tried singing to stay awake. He was humming softly to himself, and without thinking about it, he had started singing the words of a Queen classic.
“..Jaws was never my scene, and I don't like Star Wars..”
When he made it to the chorus, the entire group of twenty-odd bikers had joined in.
“I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my biiike! I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride it where I liiike!”
That had led to a lot of laughs, but after a minute, the focused silence had returned, interrupted only by the clicking of the dérailleurs. He didn't initiate any communication, but he felt for his girls, against his better judgement. Gabrielle/Guinevere was hovering above the lake, keeping an eye on both him and Surt, who was just rolling out of Jönköping. Stina was in the lake, by special permission of the local Warden. Funnily, in spite of Vättern being the second largest lake in Sweden, Stina was still the stronger of the two. Both Wardens knew that, but none had mentioned it.
Jorunn was sleepy, but she couldn't really calm down. He could feel her trying to sleep, but failing. He never knew how much she needed her “pacifier.” She could barely sleep without it! She settled for sucking her thumb, but he almost heard her unspoken complaint that it wasn't the same thing.
He focused hard on the endearing qualities, trying to ignore the smouldering ones. This would be a bad time to think about that she needed to suck his cock all night to relax. STOP! Too late. It was growing again. Damn. He continued the sweep to Disa, knowing it probably couldn't get any worse.
It could. She had one hand busy between her legs, and the other teasing her nipples as she eavesdropped on Neville and Susan. By the sound of things, the 'puff was apparently quite skilled. Now, it really couldn't get any worse, so he opened the link a bit more, flooding her mind with both barrels of his pent-up lust. She tensed as the images and emotions impacted on her already overheated libido, and as he mentally caressed her, she screamed bloody murder, and wet her bed beyond the capacity of a simple drying charm.
To Harry, it was quite rewarding, but he was still bent around the iron rod in his tight pants. He allowed his mind to wander. He had the awareness of the road superimposed on his image of the mindscape, where his Bonded shone like suns. He had never really looked around there. He noticed a mind, quite far away, that seemed to be searching for his. He moved closer, to discover that the mind wasn't aware of it's presence in the mindscape at all, and that it was blindingly fast.
~Jormungandr, are you there?
~Always. How can I serve?
~What can you tell me about that light over there?
~Not much, I'm afraid. It is female, and it is thinking about you, quite intensely. It has a connection to you, but not one I know. I am guarding you, so it is safe to move in for a closer look. Just don't forget the road.
~I won't.
The mind was incredibly fast. Images flew across the shining globe like lightning, and most of them featured him. He was having sex with this girl! He couldn't see who she was, as all the images were seen out of her eyes, and he needed a face. There was some interesting positions involves, and if the girl was as flexible as she looked in these fantasies, it would really be interesting. She seemed to prefer anal and oral sex, but there were some vaginal imagery as well, just not as much. There! There was a mirror in the ceiling in one image. He was getting a headache trying to keep up with this amazing mind, but he finally had a face. The mirror over the bed in that one image showed a blonde girl, her face slightly contorted in the throes of passion but still, it was Luna. Unmistakably Luna Lovegood.
Guided by Jormungandr, he slipped a password into her mind, and pulled back. He was entering Hjo, and the road was lined with silly signs saying “I Love Hjo”. Funnily enough, in spite of the sexual nature of this little mental encounter, his raging hard-on had receded, so he could actually stop without embarrassing himself. He slowed down, and followed the directions down into a park, where a few hundred bikes were parked already. He obviously hadn't overtaken them all yet. He picked a nice tree to park beside, and stopped.
As he hit the ground, shoulder first, he reminded himself to unlock his feet from the pedals first, next time.
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Susan smiled at her boyfriend. She hadn't quite managed to keep up with him, so she had a few drops still at the corners of her mouth. She moved up a bit, taking his softening member between her large breasts as she moved slowly up and down.
“I can't imagine why Hannah said she didn't like to take cum in her mouth, much less swallow. You taste delicious, Love. You can cum in my mouth any time, and I will certainly swallow your load. I loved it, just as I love your tongue in my wet little pussy. Next time, I want to try to take you all the way down my throat. Would you like that? Or would you prefer to fuck my boobs? They're all yours, you know.”
Neville tried to speak, but he just couldn't form sentences yet. She had been better than Disa, and he hadn't thought that was even possible.
Just the little thing that she kept talking to him, encouraging him and telling him just how much she enjoyed what he was doing was a turn-on of an almost seismic scale, just like her orgasm had been.
She had grabbed his head, crushed him against her pussy and rubbed his nose against her clitoris for a very long time, it felt like. He hadn't been able to breathe, and her gushing juices had almost drowned him.
He was definitely doing that again!
When it had been her turn to please him, she had taken the time to tell him just how much she loved his cock, detailing to him just how lovely each part of it was, and when she had started to take him into her mouth, she had done it like an act of worship.
He hadn't lasted long. When he had warned her that he was about to shoot off, so that she would be able to dodge, she had just taken him a little deeper and when he came, she just swallowed without missing a beat.
He had already known that he wanted to marry her, and after this session, he was bloody certain.
They had known, both of them, that Disa would most likely eavesdrop, the naughty little piece. They had even talked about it before, but had opted to leave the silencing charm between the little rooms in the caravan, keeping them to the outer walls only.
To Neville's delight, Susan seemed to have an exhibitionistic streak that would be a lot of fun to explore.
Disa's howling orgasm had been a great inspiration, and the two lovers had just looked at each other and smiled when it rattled the walls. Nothing wrong with sharing, was there?
He reached for her face, caressed her, and scooped up the cum drops from her face. She caught his fingers, and licked them clean with every sign of pleasure before she crawled into his embrace. They weren't in a hurry. They both knew that they had a lifetime to explore each other, and they were looking forward to many nights together.
Neville pointed his wand at his nose and cast Haud Quietus Sonitus on himself, the anti-snoring charm, and happy in each others arms, the couple fell asleep.
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Once upon a time, there had been a huge, mile high waterfall here, Harry remembered. Surt had told him more about the course than he really had wanted to know, after all. Today though, Tiveden was a drag.
In his eyes, there had obviously been too much geography for the space here, so Nature had solved the the problem by wrinkling it, fitting loads of geography into the available area.
The crowds were thinner now, and thanks to a very hasty meal in Hjo, Harry had left the group behind, going on his own for a while.
Fortunately, there were no delectable derrières in biking pants here, so he could actually focus on the biking. He had the wind against him now, and as he pushed hard, he felt his Sorcery working in his muscles, repairing damage as it occurred when he forced himself to power push up the hills. It was great to be him those times.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and he had just passed some religious people, standing at the top of a hill, who apparently blessed all the passing bikers. They had said that God was with him on his tour, and Harry thought that if that was the case, it had to be God's turn to pull a bit now. He intended to bypass the upcoming city, and wait for Hammarsundet before he stopped the next time. Those religious people had been funny. Religion had never played any larger part in his life, and he had actually been a little surprised at Sigyn's invocation at the wedding. She believed. Well, it was part of her job, after all, and she was the wisest person he trusted. That was in itself food for thought, and as he rolled towards Askersund, he began digesting it.
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Susan climbed out of bed, careful not to wake her lover. She just grabbed her wallet from her purse and snuck out into the living room. Her wallet was an excellent travelling accessory that contained her spare clothes, hygiene products and loads of other things. For some reason, she didn't have any money in it, though.
The caravan was a lot larger than the tents she was used to, but then again, there was a solid structure here to attach the charms to. She stretched and looked around. Sigyn and Leif was sitting by the table, stark naked like Susan herself. Leif was back in his full size, and he was a sight to see indeed. She considered getting mortally embarrassed and flee, never to speak to them again, but thought better of it. Instead, she cast Tersus Tergum on herself, and after a second she followed it up with Tersus Saeta. Her favourite freshening charms left her with a strange scent, sex and strawberries, but that couldn't be helped. The Tersus charms always made her smell like strawberries, and the scent of sex might not be from her, after all. She sauntered over to the table and pulled out a chair.
“Good..day, Susan. Did you have fun?” Sigyn asked with a warm tone in her voice.
“Good day to you two, too. Your daughter trained my boyfriend very well. I think I might just keep him.” She laughed. She noticed that the half-giant looked at her curiously.
“Susan, Neville know, but I say to you too. There is place for you with us if you need it. You always welcome. Now I thinked, You sit here naked like we are. You just have fun and you know we know. Why you not even blush, not embarrassed? Would you have do this yesterday?”
She didn't have to think about it for very long.
“No, I wouldn't. I would have been mortified, but for some reason I trust you all. Disa and Jorunn are sexual beings, so I guess I'm not the first naked teen girl you have seen. You have a drop-dead gorgeous wife, who's sexy enough to affect me, and I'm fairly straight, normally. You wouldn't be mean to me, and I'm bloody certain that you wouldn't assault me. My lover was trained by your daughter, so what's left for me to be embarrassed about?”
“True,” Sigyn said. “It's just that you're still a virgin, and you are comfortable around a naked male giant. We appreciate it, of course. It's nice to know that you feel you can relax around us, but you must admit it's a bit unusual.”
Susan laughed.
“I keep wondering how deep this rabbit hole really is, but since everything around me here is very unusual, from my point of view anyway, why not try to fit in? I ditched my shyness after talking to Disa for five minutes, and there seems to be few taboo's in this group. I just go with the flow.”
“You're right about that. I have a reputation for being straightforward, and I seem to have affected Harry and the others as well now. So, did you take Neville in your ass, or did you stick to oral this time?” The Vala was smirking, obviously trying to embarrass her anyway. Susan fought down her blush and answered in a sultry voice.
“This time, we settled for oral. Neville has an amazing tongue. I could swear he was licking my cervix for a while. The best part was swallowing, though. The taste and texture of his semen as it trickled down my throat made me so wet it was almost unbearable. I couldn't get him deep enough to have him shoot straight down my throat, but I will practice until I get it right. Isn't it just amazing to have a cock in your mouth as it shoots these wonderful bursts of semen into you? I wanted it all, of course, but some of it escaped and ran down my face, onto my nipples. I almost came from that.”
Susan had adapted her tone to a low, breathy purr, and she had stolen glances at Leif as she spoke. He had gotten progressively redder in the face, and he was clearly having problems sitting straight.
Sigyn grinned at her, and turned to her husband.
“What's the matter, dear? Don't you want to think about this fifteen year old girl with semen running from her mouth to her lovely, perky teen breasts?” Leif just grunted something unintelligible, so Sigyn turned back to Susan.
“Excuse us for a while. I think my husband wants a piece of ass right about now.”
She stood up and pulled her husband out of his chair by his very, very large and visibly throbbing cock and lead him into their room. Susan smiled to herself. That had been fun, but she had gotten a bit hot herself. How little Sigyn could take that monster inside her was beyond Susan's imagination, potion or no potion. Still, the mental images were a bit thrilling. Perhaps she should go and wake Neville up before she got dressed.
Neville woke up with his cock deep down Susan's throat, and with her fragrant pussy right above his face. He felt her tense up a bit as he got busy on her clitoris, but as they both drew near the “morning's“ conclusion, he had to admit that it was pretty good to be him.
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He had five kilometres left to go before he even reached the city, and already the road was lined with cheering people.
There had been crowds here and there along the way, and the cheering felt really good.
It brought back memories of Quidditch games and times when he had been celebrated for things he had done, had worked for.
These people were cheering him on because he had done Vätternrundan in about eight hours. Well, they didn't know the time, of course. He was just one of the thousands of bikers who had done it this year.
He also knew that a lot of people thought that he was a factory biker, as he had this unknown bike and matching shirt. Someone had told him that people always cheered for those they thought were pro's.
The air was warm, the sun was shining and there was not a single cloud in the sky as he rolled through the disconnected traffic lights.
Gabrielle was no longer above him. His very own silver winged traffic inspector had gone on ahead, to wait with the others at the finish.
He was supposed to give a holler when he turned in on the final stretch, but right now he revelled in the feeling of accomplishment.
The crowds applauded him and the other bikers, and Harry felt a small pang of guilt.
He had had an easy tour, compared to the others. Harry had heard more complaints of aching butts in the last hour than in his previous life, and then there was the fact that he wasn't tired.
Leif had been right. His body replenished itself with magic, just like he had filled his canteen from the tanks at the depots without stopping.
Speeding through a roundabout, he got a rousing cheer from the people around it, so he made an extra lap around it, to further cheering and applause from the spectators, before he continued to the finish line.
There were a lot more people here, and the constant cheering was getting to him. He had made it, and he had power to spare! He would be able to make another tour if he really wanted to, which he didn't. What he wanted now was to get off this bike, and to remember to unlock his feet properly this time. Then he wanted his wife. Badly. Thankfully, there were not many bikers ahead of him, and no distracting little backsides.
When did he become such a shag-o-holic? When he began getting as much as he wanted and then some, that was when.
The past hours had highlighted how much he needed his girls in a purely physical sense, and he was beginning to worry about school. He rested a bit, and sent out the promised call, as he followed the markings down a hill towards the finish. The cheering was deafening here, and he slowed down, as there seemed to be a bit of a queue on the other side of the finishing gate. As he crossed, he couldn't stop himself. He drew a deep breath and shouted as loud as he could.
“We made it! There is nothing we can not do!”
His call was well received by the other bikers, who had already crossed the line and was wearing their medallions. Tired, exhausted men and women straightened their backs and grinned at each other. They all turned to the grinning young man in the green shirt and smiled. They may be tired and aching, but he had driven it home for them. They had all made it! One group who was wearing matching shirts had a quick word, and as Harry had a pretty girl hang his medallion around his neck, they shouted again, and the call was picked up by most of the bikers there. In heavily accented English, they shouted:
“Hey, 4565, You made it! There's nothing you can not do!”
Then there were boobs.
Disa, Jorunn and Stina were hugging the life out of him, and he really enjoyed it. Leif, in his peculiar small form, took care of his bike, and Neville was flashing away with a camera. Susan was standing with Sigyn, smiling at him, and as he beckoned for her, she hugged him close and whispered a quiet “thank you” in his ear. He was thoroughly congratulated as the family crowd left the reception area and moved a bit out of the way. Stina grabbed his number vest and ran to get his diploma and such things as someone pressed a large glass of beer in his hand.
Then Sigyn stepped aside and revealed Gabrielle. She was standing by a smaller bike, all silver and pink, in a silvery, form hugging biker shirt, and thin, tight, pink biking pants. Harry's jaw just dropped as his little wife led her bike towards him. She hugged him and gave him a chaste kiss on his jaw. Then she said in a sultry voice.
“Congratulations, Love. I thought someone should lead you back to the caravan. Just follow me and I'll show you the way.”
The other's laughed as he immediately reached for his bike, and he followed his wife, or more exactly her swaying pink arse through the city, back to the caravan.
She said nothing as they dismounted, and she unlocked the door to the caravan, but as soon as they had closed the door behind them, Harry grabbed her, pulling her backwards towards him. He felt her doing the familiar cleaning and lubricating charm as he liquefied a hole in her biking pants. In silence he pulled out his erect member and lifted his petite wife onto it. Holding her close to his chest, he lowered her tight arse down over his cock, pushing his way inside as she moaned in his ear. He carried her, supporting her weight on his cock, to the table, where she rested her knees as he began to pound her hard. He kneaded her boobs through the shirt, and she turned her head towards him, licking his face until he turned to her in a deep kiss. After a few minutes of relentless pounding, she slid off him and took him into her mouth. After some deliciously hard work with tongue and hands, she was rewarded with a severe amount of semen shooting down her throat. When she had licked him clean, she smiled beautifully at him and dragged him to his bed. She pushed him down, and began to undress him. She hadn't done more than get his shoes and socks off when he fell asleep. Having a wife with the ability to foresee his needs was a great thing indeed.
To wake up with several pairs of hands massaging your legs and back is something to enjoy in silent contemplation of one's luck. Gabrielle and Stina was working his back and shoulders, Disa and Jorunn had his butt and thighs covered and to his surprise, he had Susan bones handling his calves.
“I still can't believe it. He used to be a tiny scrawny kid before he got some Quidditch muscles. I can't believe that this...this Hercules is my schoolmate!”
“I told you, Susan, those calves are new, and so is a lot of this butt here. Damn, it's like oak to massage. Are those calves softening any?”
“A little. Like oak, as you said, instead of marble. I think they're as soft as I can get them. Does anyone have a foot fetish? If so, we can trade.”
The girls laughed at that, and as Stina moved over and started taking care of his feet, she said.
“Susan, you're turning into a very naughty girl. I'm not sure we should let you keep your hands on our man.” She finished with a giggle.
“Don't worry. I'm a one man woman, even if I'm not technically a woman yet. I'm sticking to Neville, but it's thanks to you and this delicious piece of man flesh here that I have him. I owe you.”
Gabrielle stopped for a moment.
“In that case, we should do some planning in the next few weeks, but not now, seeing as this delicious piece of man flesh is awake. Welcome back, beloved. Why don't you turn around so we can work your other side? Don't mind Susan. She has seen you already.” Harry grinned, and while laying on his stomach, he pulled off a morphing he had thought about, but never really gotten to work. It still looked impressive, even if it wasn't functional. As he clumsily turned around, he enjoyed the gasps from the girls. The surprise from Gabrielle and Stina, the sheer eagerness from Jorunn and Disa and the mild shock from Susan.
“Hello Loves, Susan. That was a great tour to have made. I feel like twice the man I used to be.”
They all broke up at his stupid line, and he morphed his second penis away. He looked up at Susan, now rubbing his pectorals.
“I guess I should welcome you to the extended family then, Susan. It's good to see you.”
“Thank you, My Lord, “she said in a sultry voice, having discovered how much fun that was. “For your information, I'm still a virgin in case you wish to invoke jus primae noctis.”
Harry pulled on his Consort's mental resources and thought fast. This was not made easy by the girls, who all had opted for bikinis at the moment, and while he was quite happy with his little harem as it was, he had to admit that Susan was beautiful. He forced his member to stay down, by simply morphing the blood vessels shut, before he answered.
“Unfortunately, while your intended is indeed my liege, you are not and at the time you will be considered as such, I very much doubt there will be anything left for me.”
“Oh, I could take a room at your castle, couldn't I? Then I would be ... eligible.”
She did things with her voice that made it communicate directly with his balls, without even passing the brain. He was fighting a losing battle against his own erection when he heard two voices laughing by the door. Neville told his girlfriend with mock firmness.
“Susan, I thank you for not torturing my liege-lord with your wicked ways. And don't give him any ideas, please!”
Leif filled in, addressing Harry.
“That cute little devil did to me too. That voice and her ways is trouble for any man with working bits. She ...naughty enough to fit in. Neville picked good mate. But naughty.”
He pronounced the word Naughty so carefully that harry understood that it was a new acquisition to his vocabulary. Useful, that, he supposed, seeing the decidedly naughty looks, shared by the girls.
They decided to tease him, and the firm massage turned into caresses until he almost lost control of the suppressed erection, and he was convinced that he could take all the girls at least twice before going soft again. That was when Sigyn interrupted.
“Good. You're awake and frisky. Hold that thought. There's only an hour and a half to Sjögestad, and I've called ahead to set things up there. Let's pack up. Harry, Don't get off, and keep thinking naughty thoughts. Girls, you help him keep his mind in gear. It's time for mister Fafnersson to meet my Goddess.
Author's notes.
I tried to convey a feeling of triumph. That's why I wrote the bikerace. I can feel it, but I'm not sure anyone who hasn't done Vätternrundan can understand the immense sense of accomplishment it gives to pass the finishing gate. The medal is one of my most priced possessions.
How d'you like Ron's treatment?
I used the time to paint a few characters the way I want them.
Confident Chamberlain Dobby, the less strict Madam Bones and the naughty, but basically faithful Susan. I plan to have fun with her sexy voice.
Sex Goddess Luna was just a bunny, but I think I'll hop along with it for a while.
Ah well. Next stop: the Sjögestad Standing Stones. Please review. Twice.
Vanir
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