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Harry Potter and the Corvinus Strain
The last of the Witches' Secret Trilogy. Go to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Rotaryfile/ for the first two stories
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Harry Potter and the Corvinus Strain
Prologue
Hungary
Ördögház
Tuesday
1 July 2003
22:40
Selene watched in disgust as Erika took on three males at a time. Ever since she had returned from Amelia’s five years ago, all she seemed to do was fuck these three new but very powerful vampires of Amelia’s and scheme to get Kraven in her, or at least in her bed. Disgusting! Sure, they all had appetites, but Erika was over seven hundred years old; she should have been over this. Besides, while these new vampires of Amelia’s were immensely powerful they also rebuffed all suitors, male and female, besides Erika and a few others.
What good were they besides lying around here using up resources? They would make great Death Dealers, but no—they just lay about, when they were even in the Ördögház at all. Seven hundred years of blood, sweat, and tears together, thrown away so easily. Saddened, Selene turned away.
When they were sure she had gone, Hermione, Minerva, and Daphne stopped thrusting into Erika. She squealed in protest and pulled Minerva’s hips to her while forcing herself backward on Hermione and Daphne. “Please don’t stop, mistresses, I’m so close.”
Hermione, Minerva, and Daphne smiled at each other and finished Erika and then themselves in quick succession. Afterward, as they lay panting while they recovered, Hermione frowned. “Erika, Selene is going to think you’re a huge slut.”
“She does now, Hermione; why dissuade her?”
“Because at some point we may need her to trust you. Besides, she needs a friend.”
“Erika, stop laughing. We like Hermione when she’s all naïve like Harry.”
“Daphne!”
“What, Minerva? It’s true, and you like it too.”
“Well, yes, but there’s no need to be mean about it.”
Hermione smiled and leaned forward, taking Minerva down her throat and then pulling back. “Thank you, Minerva. And I know she’ll never really trust any of us, Daphne, but in an emergency we’ll need some trust. You know Luna’s visions change after major turns of events.”
All four of their minds went back to Luna’s visions of Sarah when they first encountered her and Sarah now. Sarah had gone from never having sex with Harry in Luna’s visions to almost needing him in her twenty-four hours a day and hadn’t been much behind that in real life. Harry and the Alphas—Nym, Sarah, Na Wen, and Lilith—still spent at least a full day Turned every month with Harry taking them and himself to exhaustion for two days and them resting for one. After five years you’d have thought they would slow down, but oh no.
The benefit was was that Harry was completely devoid of guilt over sex and was a massively skilled and giving lover. The bond now stood at fifteen hundred fully bonded Alpha, Primary, regular, and slave mates, but the only person who could keep up with the mate bound besides the Alphas and Harry was Hermione, and even she needed the book. There were thousands and the number grew every day. Veela, Goblin, Mermaid, Centaur, Human, Vampire, Werewolf, Nightmare, and now two Unicorn Mares.
Potter Castle was pleasantly full of varicolored, many-specied Potter children. Nym had had the experience of being frustrated by hundreds of little naked Potter daughters as she tried to dress them, as Luna had forseen, three sets of her own twins and six-odd years ago. They had stopped giving the elves time off after that—well, all at once anyway.
Besides, the elves could take it in shifts now. They were almost as fertile as the Wargs. They had elflings in litters like Goblins had goblets—something about the power of the House, was all that Hermione could get out of the constantly pregnant Winky. Talking to a male elf was completely useless as none of them would say anything about it; even Dobby would instantly clam up.
Speaking of Wargs, all the full mates had had at least a litter, and Sarah’s pups had made the change to human at age three, closely followed by Beatrice’s and Eugenie’s and then all of theirs. Now you could never tell when the child you were scolding would change and literally give you the puppy-dog eyes—albeit while looking down at you, but still. Even the female Warg pups were huge in both forms, half again the human average for age at least.
They smiled as the thought occurred to someone that Harry lived in a state of bliss behind all this, though—well, when he wasn’t off tilting at idiot Russians or passive-aggressive Chinese and coming home with herds of new chattel. He was constantly grousing about only being wanted for his genes, and loving every minute of it.
Far from being a warrior king living in his armor, Harry was more of a renaissance man. He studied and wrote in his journal in the private study at least two hours a day and some of the things he developed were beyond the bleeding edge of magic and technology. The mates regularly sought him out for advice on the most intractable of problems.
Harry’s day normally began after waking at five and he took his first session of the day with a mate or two, an hour of PT and then a shower from sixish to eight, another mate or two getting whatever they wanted in the shower, followed by breakfast from eight thirty until nineish and then military duties until lunch at noon, when invariably someone would find themselves naked and panting in the roof garden of Potter Castle. After lunch would be administrative duties until tea and someone else finding herself with an amorous Harry on her hands somewhere in the Castle.
After that it was kiddie time until dinner at seven and then off to the Master’s Study where generally whichever mates were feeling itchy would swing by and get a scratch from Harry as he worked. Nine p.m. was absolute bedtime for anyone under ten years old and usually involved a stop by the master bedroom after a tour of the children’s wing with a mate or mates.
Mondays were generally spent fully Turned in Kunming with Harry fulfilling his Chinese obligation to as many as he could in two and a half days and then resting in Lilith’s Heart for the last half-day.
Hermione’s memory charm hobby quest from the ’97 wedding reception had never been resolved fully, but along the way Hermione had firmly proven Lilith and the other sentient stones were the Realm and the Castles to which they attached themselves.
On normal days after the children were down Harry retired to the Dragons’ Den for an hour or so of the ladies doing what ever they wanted—usually the contract breeding females practising while Pansy or her partner Cinquedea gave instruction and reported Harry’s grading based on how hard he was while buried in them. Beatrice, at a simply stunning fifteen years old, had finally decided she was ready and spent a long Turned three days and nights just before term had let out the previous spring firmly establishing herself as a very near-Alpha Primary. That she was built for sin was not a hindrance at all. Eugenie, at an already ravishing thirteen, had accompanied her sister on the Turn and all but fully bound herself, only being stopped on several occasions by her mother or sister. She and Harry both knew she wouldn’t hold out much longer, but every day that she did increased her power and control. Harry found inventive ways to satiate her without reaching completion in her; she was a very happy girl and not afraid to let any and everyone know it. On Mondays and Tuesdays Harry was Turned with the Chinese or the Alphas and things were calmer.
By Fridays all the week’s breeding candidates had generally found themselves mated in every possible way and, unless they objected, trying things they’d never thought of. Rita amazed even Bakul Patil with her imagination, and Bakul had made a detailed study of the Kama Sutra. The Potter family book now had a complete section devoted to sex and the various possible combinations in any form.
Sports days were generally light on studies other than military for Harry, but his pockets were veritable treasure troves of shrunken books and a mate or candidate who passed out deliciously impaled on Harry invariably found herself waking up still impaled, lightened and with a mild warming charm applied, and Harry reading while he waited for her to recover. It was slightly disconcerting for the unitiated, but Harry would immediately mark his place and return his full and undivided attention to the female involved when she fully recovered.
Sundays were the after-parties in season and every female Quidditch leaguer who was unfound filled the Dragon’s Den and accepted Harry’s congratulations or commiseration.
Andrew was the only other male who ever attended these parties and he usually left very—errr—ready with his bonded before things got very serious with Harry. His new bonded, being mate-bound to Harry, lived in the Ducal suites’ other apartment, and none of the three of them were afraid to wander in and out of the master suite at all hours of the day and night. Only Harry and Andrew religiously respected the bedroom doors and the boundaries of bonds. Harry and Andrew were likely to find themselves with lapfuls of the other’s bonded at any moment.
Sarah had surprised even herself, giving Andrew’s bonded tips and tircks to make Andrew a very happy boy. Far from being jealous, she was their most ardent supporter and confidant.
The University female Quidditch players were now included in the after-parties after long negotiations, but they made all the decisions on what they participated in. Well, all the females did actually, but the Uni girls were asked for their wants several times by both Harry and the Alphas before they were turned loose on Harry. Some of them opted for one of his patented panty-melting snog sessions and maybe some very heavy petting, but quite a few went the distance and took their mating to a pregnancy.
Frieda, Dan, and Hong’s eggs had hatched beautiful specimens of Dragon who were massively powerful—twins, of course, a male and a female in each clutch. The rest of the unbonded female Dragons in the world put in appearances one by one, and Harry was busily increasing the Dragon population too.
Hermione privately thought Freida might be right: Harry might be a Dragon trapped in a human for this turn of the skies. Dragon beliefs were odd, though, and hard to decipher for even the Dragon having mates. Harry taking you while in free-fall from thirty thousand feet after twenty minutes of courtship flight was an experience to be repeated as often as possible. though. so maybe it would become clearer with time.
Marcia was constantly taking blood samples of new mate-bound and progeny and adding them to a growing database. Hermione didn’t really inderstand why, as a finding was a finding, but Marcia was on about genetics and taking care to not intermix too closely, and would not be dissuaded.
Erika suddenly pushed Hermione onto her back, sucked her hard quickly, and then knee-walked up her and slid down her shaft. Minerva, sensing the vampire coming toward the door, stood and Daphne took her length down her throat.
The steps paused at the door and then passed on and Erika clenched on Hermione as Minerva came in Daphne’s talented mouth. “Morgana, I’m sorry, Daphne.”
“Dnn’t b, Mnrv.”
Hermione, recovered, laughed. “You can stop now, Daphne.”
Daphne shook her head and hummed. Then she leaned forward as Minerva sat back on the bed, keeping her gentle grip as Minerva convulsed through her aftershocks. Minerva finally regained enough coordination to raise Daphne’s head and kiss her. “Morgana, Daphne, you have to stop—you’re killing me.”
Erika chuckled. “Let’s rest a moment. Selene will be leaving with her Death Dealers in a few minutes and this will be a tough one. A full den in ’Pest.”
“Erika, Selene can handle them. She’s very good.”
“Yes, Hermione, she is, and those silver nitrate bullets the twins came up with are deadly; but we can’t lose her or we’ll face having two more Elders awake. Kraven is a coward and would wake both Marcus and Vicktor if pressed too hard by Lucian before he ‘kills’ Amelia Fastida. Selene and her Death Dealers are the only thing keeping the Lycans in check. While we could beat them easily, it would fracture the other covens in the world to have all three of the Elders awake at once. Harry would have to live in his armor then, as would we, and I have better things to do, and armor smells horribly after a few years. Besides, I don’t want to lose Amelia Fastida nor deal with Harry after he lost her. It would make what he did to those Ugandans look like a tea party.” Erika leaned over and bit down moderately hard on a nipple.
Hermione wrestled Erika off of her. “God in Heaven, woman, you’re getting a vibrator for Christmas!”
The other three mates laughed.
Prologue
Hungary
Ördögház
Tuesday
1 July 2003
22:40
Selene watched in disgust as Erika took on three males at a time. Ever since she had returned from Amelia’s five years ago, all she seemed to do was fuck these three new but very powerful vampires of Amelia’s and scheme to get Kraven in her, or at least in her bed. Disgusting! Sure, they all had appetites, but Erika was over seven hundred years old; she should have been over this. Besides, while these new vampires of Amelia’s were immensely powerful they also rebuffed all suitors, male and female, besides Erika and a few others.
What good were they besides lying around here using up resources? They would make great Death Dealers, but no—they just lay about, when they were even in the Ördögház at all. Seven hundred years of blood, sweat, and tears together, thrown away so easily. Saddened, Selene turned away.
When they were sure she had gone, Hermione, Minerva, and Daphne stopped thrusting into Erika. She squealed in protest and pulled Minerva’s hips to her while forcing herself backward on Hermione and Daphne. “Please don’t stop, mistresses, I’m so close.”
Hermione, Minerva, and Daphne smiled at each other and finished Erika and then themselves in quick succession. Afterward, as they lay panting while they recovered, Hermione frowned. “Erika, Selene is going to think you’re a huge slut.”
“She does now, Hermione; why dissuade her?”
“Because at some point we may need her to trust you. Besides, she needs a friend.”
“Erika, stop laughing. We like Hermione when she’s all naïve like Harry.”
“Daphne!”
“What, Minerva? It’s true, and you like it too.”
“Well, yes, but there’s no need to be mean about it.”
Hermione smiled and leaned forward, taking Minerva down her throat and then pulling back. “Thank you, Minerva. And I know she’ll never really trust any of us, Daphne, but in an emergency we’ll need some trust. You know Luna’s visions change after major turns of events.”
All four of their minds went back to Luna’s visions of Sarah when they first encountered her and Sarah now. Sarah had gone from never having sex with Harry in Luna’s visions to almost needing him in her twenty-four hours a day and hadn’t been much behind that in real life. Harry and the Alphas—Nym, Sarah, Na Wen, and Lilith—still spent at least a full day Turned every month with Harry taking them and himself to exhaustion for two days and them resting for one. After five years you’d have thought they would slow down, but oh no.
The benefit was was that Harry was completely devoid of guilt over sex and was a massively skilled and giving lover. The bond now stood at fifteen hundred fully bonded Alpha, Primary, regular, and slave mates, but the only person who could keep up with the mate bound besides the Alphas and Harry was Hermione, and even she needed the book. There were thousands and the number grew every day. Veela, Goblin, Mermaid, Centaur, Human, Vampire, Werewolf, Nightmare, and now two Unicorn Mares.
Potter Castle was pleasantly full of varicolored, many-specied Potter children. Nym had had the experience of being frustrated by hundreds of little naked Potter daughters as she tried to dress them, as Luna had forseen, three sets of her own twins and six-odd years ago. They had stopped giving the elves time off after that—well, all at once anyway.
Besides, the elves could take it in shifts now. They were almost as fertile as the Wargs. They had elflings in litters like Goblins had goblets—something about the power of the House, was all that Hermione could get out of the constantly pregnant Winky. Talking to a male elf was completely useless as none of them would say anything about it; even Dobby would instantly clam up.
Speaking of Wargs, all the full mates had had at least a litter, and Sarah’s pups had made the change to human at age three, closely followed by Beatrice’s and Eugenie’s and then all of theirs. Now you could never tell when the child you were scolding would change and literally give you the puppy-dog eyes—albeit while looking down at you, but still. Even the female Warg pups were huge in both forms, half again the human average for age at least.
They smiled as the thought occurred to someone that Harry lived in a state of bliss behind all this, though—well, when he wasn’t off tilting at idiot Russians or passive-aggressive Chinese and coming home with herds of new chattel. He was constantly grousing about only being wanted for his genes, and loving every minute of it.
Far from being a warrior king living in his armor, Harry was more of a renaissance man. He studied and wrote in his journal in the private study at least two hours a day and some of the things he developed were beyond the bleeding edge of magic and technology. The mates regularly sought him out for advice on the most intractable of problems.
Harry’s day normally began after waking at five and he took his first session of the day with a mate or two, an hour of PT and then a shower from sixish to eight, another mate or two getting whatever they wanted in the shower, followed by breakfast from eight thirty until nineish and then military duties until lunch at noon, when invariably someone would find themselves naked and panting in the roof garden of Potter Castle. After lunch would be administrative duties until tea and someone else finding herself with an amorous Harry on her hands somewhere in the Castle.
After that it was kiddie time until dinner at seven and then off to the Master’s Study where generally whichever mates were feeling itchy would swing by and get a scratch from Harry as he worked. Nine p.m. was absolute bedtime for anyone under ten years old and usually involved a stop by the master bedroom after a tour of the children’s wing with a mate or mates.
Mondays were generally spent fully Turned in Kunming with Harry fulfilling his Chinese obligation to as many as he could in two and a half days and then resting in Lilith’s Heart for the last half-day.
Hermione’s memory charm hobby quest from the ’97 wedding reception had never been resolved fully, but along the way Hermione had firmly proven Lilith and the other sentient stones were the Realm and the Castles to which they attached themselves.
On normal days after the children were down Harry retired to the Dragons’ Den for an hour or so of the ladies doing what ever they wanted—usually the contract breeding females practising while Pansy or her partner Cinquedea gave instruction and reported Harry’s grading based on how hard he was while buried in them. Beatrice, at a simply stunning fifteen years old, had finally decided she was ready and spent a long Turned three days and nights just before term had let out the previous spring firmly establishing herself as a very near-Alpha Primary. That she was built for sin was not a hindrance at all. Eugenie, at an already ravishing thirteen, had accompanied her sister on the Turn and all but fully bound herself, only being stopped on several occasions by her mother or sister. She and Harry both knew she wouldn’t hold out much longer, but every day that she did increased her power and control. Harry found inventive ways to satiate her without reaching completion in her; she was a very happy girl and not afraid to let any and everyone know it. On Mondays and Tuesdays Harry was Turned with the Chinese or the Alphas and things were calmer.
By Fridays all the week’s breeding candidates had generally found themselves mated in every possible way and, unless they objected, trying things they’d never thought of. Rita amazed even Bakul Patil with her imagination, and Bakul had made a detailed study of the Kama Sutra. The Potter family book now had a complete section devoted to sex and the various possible combinations in any form.
Sports days were generally light on studies other than military for Harry, but his pockets were veritable treasure troves of shrunken books and a mate or candidate who passed out deliciously impaled on Harry invariably found herself waking up still impaled, lightened and with a mild warming charm applied, and Harry reading while he waited for her to recover. It was slightly disconcerting for the unitiated, but Harry would immediately mark his place and return his full and undivided attention to the female involved when she fully recovered.
Sundays were the after-parties in season and every female Quidditch leaguer who was unfound filled the Dragon’s Den and accepted Harry’s congratulations or commiseration.
Andrew was the only other male who ever attended these parties and he usually left very—errr—ready with his bonded before things got very serious with Harry. His new bonded, being mate-bound to Harry, lived in the Ducal suites’ other apartment, and none of the three of them were afraid to wander in and out of the master suite at all hours of the day and night. Only Harry and Andrew religiously respected the bedroom doors and the boundaries of bonds. Harry and Andrew were likely to find themselves with lapfuls of the other’s bonded at any moment.
Sarah had surprised even herself, giving Andrew’s bonded tips and tircks to make Andrew a very happy boy. Far from being jealous, she was their most ardent supporter and confidant.
The University female Quidditch players were now included in the after-parties after long negotiations, but they made all the decisions on what they participated in. Well, all the females did actually, but the Uni girls were asked for their wants several times by both Harry and the Alphas before they were turned loose on Harry. Some of them opted for one of his patented panty-melting snog sessions and maybe some very heavy petting, but quite a few went the distance and took their mating to a pregnancy.
Frieda, Dan, and Hong’s eggs had hatched beautiful specimens of Dragon who were massively powerful—twins, of course, a male and a female in each clutch. The rest of the unbonded female Dragons in the world put in appearances one by one, and Harry was busily increasing the Dragon population too.
Hermione privately thought Freida might be right: Harry might be a Dragon trapped in a human for this turn of the skies. Dragon beliefs were odd, though, and hard to decipher for even the Dragon having mates. Harry taking you while in free-fall from thirty thousand feet after twenty minutes of courtship flight was an experience to be repeated as often as possible. though. so maybe it would become clearer with time.
Marcia was constantly taking blood samples of new mate-bound and progeny and adding them to a growing database. Hermione didn’t really inderstand why, as a finding was a finding, but Marcia was on about genetics and taking care to not intermix too closely, and would not be dissuaded.
Erika suddenly pushed Hermione onto her back, sucked her hard quickly, and then knee-walked up her and slid down her shaft. Minerva, sensing the vampire coming toward the door, stood and Daphne took her length down her throat.
The steps paused at the door and then passed on and Erika clenched on Hermione as Minerva came in Daphne’s talented mouth. “Morgana, I’m sorry, Daphne.”
“Dnn’t b, Mnrv.”
Hermione, recovered, laughed. “You can stop now, Daphne.”
Daphne shook her head and hummed. Then she leaned forward as Minerva sat back on the bed, keeping her gentle grip as Minerva convulsed through her aftershocks. Minerva finally regained enough coordination to raise Daphne’s head and kiss her. “Morgana, Daphne, you have to stop—you’re killing me.”
Erika chuckled. “Let’s rest a moment. Selene will be leaving with her Death Dealers in a few minutes and this will be a tough one. A full den in ’Pest.”
“Erika, Selene can handle them. She’s very good.”
“Yes, Hermione, she is, and those silver nitrate bullets the twins came up with are deadly; but we can’t lose her or we’ll face having two more Elders awake. Kraven is a coward and would wake both Marcus and Vicktor if pressed too hard by Lucian before he ‘kills’ Amelia Fastida. Selene and her Death Dealers are the only thing keeping the Lycans in check. While we could beat them easily, it would fracture the other covens in the world to have all three of the Elders awake at once. Harry would have to live in his armor then, as would we, and I have better things to do, and armor smells horribly after a few years. Besides, I don’t want to lose Amelia Fastida nor deal with Harry after he lost her. It would make what he did to those Ugandans look like a tea party.” Erika leaned over and bit down moderately hard on a nipple.
Hermione wrestled Erika off of her. “God in Heaven, woman, you’re getting a vibrator for Christmas!”
The other three mates laughed.
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