So this is from a story I’m writing. There’s no sex in the story but i kept thinking about this so i wanted to write it so it wouldn’t distract me from my the real story. the real story will becoming soon if any of you would like to read it look it up at http://www.tumblr.com/blog/disturbed-girl-stories. please be aware there are other stories on there but the Pokemon one will be coming soon i hope haha.
Two deluded lesbians persue a unique savior complex.
When my neighbours son helped decorate I never dream it would lead to group sex with my wife
Cara wants revenge. She wants to see her family torn to peices. YOU decided what happens next
I carried my little girl into my bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. I looked at her, laying there. Her bikini top was askew from our make out session on the couch. Her skirt was bunched up around her hips. Her eyes had a glazed look in her eyes, part lust, part orgasmic high.
I put my hands to her hips, my fingers slipping under her skirt, she immediately lifted her hips so I could pull it down and off of her. Then I told her to roll over, and I undid her top, and she took it off. I got into bed, still naked, and we began to kiss again.
It felt incredible to feel her naked body against mine. My hands roamed up and down her body, caressing, rubbing, exploring. Our tongues continued to dance, in and out of each other’s mouths, while we rolled around in the bed. I don’t know how long we kissed for, whenever I think of it, I only remember brief glimpses. Her on top, panting, lips parted…my little girl under me, her arms reaching towards my head to pull my lips back to hers…my right hand on her left breast, gently squeezing her nipple…her lips leaving a trail of kisses, down my neck, my chest and then back up to my lips…three of her fingers in my mouth…my thumb in hers…a glorious jumble of images of lust.
We slowed down our kissing, our caresses getting softer. I was on top of her, my rock hard cock pressing into her thigh. I gave her lips one last kiss, then started working my way, slowly, down. I kissed and licked her ear, working my way down her neck. Nibbling, sucking. Further down her body, to her big breasts. I took a nipple into my mouth. She gasped, then moaned louder. I held her nipple in my mouth, trying to suck in as much of her areola as I could, and flicked her nipple with my tongue. Trying to giver her an idea of what I was about to do to her clit. I let her nipple fall from my mouth, and covered it with my hand as I mouth went to her other nipple, and gave it the same treatment. I kissed the tender undersides of her breasts. I worked my way further down her body, kissing, licking. I kissed all around her belly button before sticking my tongue inside it. She giggled and moaned out “Da-addy” I kept working my way down. I started kissing down her right leg, not wanting my lips to lose contact with her silky thighs. By this point I was on my knees, between her legs, bent over, my mouth at her thigh. As I straightened, kissing up her knee, her calf, my dick came in contact with her lips. It took all my willpower not to just thrust into her. It helped knowing she was a virgin, I wanted this to be the best experience of her life, I wasn’t going to hurt her like that. I kissed the sole of her foot, softly, slowly. I took her toes into my mouth, all at once. My tongue swirling between each of her digits, licking slowly. Then I sucked on each of her toes individually. Savoring the taste of my little girl’s feet. Then I switched feet. I did it all again, but backwards. This time, starting by sucking each one of her toes, then taking them all in my mouth. She squeezed my tongue between her big toe and her second toe, made me moan. Then I kissed down the sole of her foot. I took her achilles’ into my mouth, sucking. I worked my way up her calf, slowly lowering myself to the bed between her legs. I kissed my way up her thigh, I stopped working my way up once the side of my face was barely touching her pussy. I started sucking on her inner thighs. As I switched from one leg to the other, my lips would barely brush up against her pussy lips. I kept doing this until she screamed “Please, daddy! Lick me!”
I took her legs and pushed them up, she got the hint and pulled them towards her chest. Now I was looking at her beautiful slit and tiny puckered asshole. I bent my head down, not wanting to freak her out, I placed my tongue at the bottommost part of her pussy, then gently licked all the way up to her clit. Without removing my tongue, I worked my way back down, like a painter with a paintbrush. I kept doing this, slowly, my tongue only just touching her, each time I licked downward, I’d go a little further, until I was licking between her asscheeks as much as I was between her legs. I slowed down my licking so that I could try to work my way into her asshole on each lick. I also started sliding my tongue into her pussy, then I’d swirl it around her clit and work my way back down. I let her put her legs down on my shoulders, as I started to concentrate on just licking her clit. I rubbed her lips with my fingers as I worked my tongue into the folds of her pussy, then back up to her clit. I moved my fingers higher up to the top of her pussy and spread her lips, enamored with the site of her erect clit. I placed my mouth on her clit, and used my tongue on it, much like I had with her nipples. She moaned loudly. While I had her clit in my mouth, I started working my finger into her pussy. This time, when I felt resistance, I didn’t stop. I continued to push my finger into her, speeding up my licking. Just as she started to cum, I managed to break her hymen with my finger. To this day, I’m not sure that she noticed. I continued to lick her, she continued to cum. I pulled my finger out of her slowly, then worked two fingers into her. She was very tight and I again met some resistance. I kept licking her, having slowed down, I picked up the pace and she started to come again, and I used to opportunity to push my two fingers inside of her. I wanted to make sure that when I slid my cock into her, she’d be ready. I licked her to two more orgasms as I slid my fingers in and out of her. After her fourth orgasm, I slowed my licking gradually until neither my tongue or fingers were moving. I slowly slid my fingers from her pussy and lifted my head. I got up off the bed and used some tissues that were on my nightstand to clean the blood from them. Then I went between her legs and cleaned her up, too. I knew there’d still be some blood on my cock when I finally fucked her, but I didn’t want her to see any now if she were to look down.
I lay down beside her. She was still trembling from the orgasms I had given her. I lay on my side and started to stroke her face. I leaned over and gave her a kiss. She returned the gentle kiss and opened her eyes. She was still panting. I let my hand work it’s way down her body, gently caressing her all over. After she’d caught her breath and started breathing normally, her hand worked it’s way to my cock and felt how hard I was. She grabbed it with her fist and started to stroke me. I enjoyed the sensation of her hand on my cock for a few minutes, then gently grabbed her by the wrist and took her hand away. She pouted prettily while I got back on my knees. I got between her legs again, lifting her feet to my face. Her left foot was on my right shoulder, I had her right hand in my left hand, holding the toes to my lips. My right hand was wrapped around my cock, and I was rubbing it up and down her pussy lips. Every few seconds, I’d stop rubbing her and stroke my cock, spreading her juices all over my cock. I switched feet as I continued to lube up my cock with her juices. When I finally decided I was as lubed up as I was going to get, and my little girl was practically fiending for my cock, I removed her left foot from my mouth, and placed it back on my shoulder. I placed my cock at her entrance and paused. I couldn’t believe how fortunate I was. Here I was, on my knees, my sexy daughter laying in front of me, her beautiful feet within licking distance on my shoulders, my hard cock at her entrance. I wanted to prolong this moment for as long as I could, so I oh sooooo s l o w l y started to push into her. She gasped as my head spread her beautiful pussy, I could see the look of ecstasy on her face, and it spurred me on. I pushed into her until half my cock was inside her, then I started to pull out. I was glad I’d taken the time to break her hymen with my fingers. I didn’t want her to feel any pain the first time I pushed my cock into her, and she hadn’t. I stopped momentarily with only my head inside her, then I continued pushing into her, going in just a little deeper. I kept stroking in and out of her, each time going in a little deeper until finally, my balls were resting against her, and I was completely buried inside her. She spread her legs, then beckoned to me with her arms. I leaned over, supporting myself on my arms and we kissed. This was nothing like the gentle kiss we’d shared after I’d eaten her pussy. This was animalistic. Our lips mashed against teeth, our tongues fought from one mouth to the other, and I slowly started thrusting. She stopped kissing me as my thrusts increased in speed and force and just held on. She held onto my shoulders with her arms, and put her ankles at my hips. I started to fuck her harder and harder. The room was filled with the noise of my grunts, her moans and our flesh slapping together. She used her arms and legs to start meeting my thrusts, wanting me inside her as deep as possible. I silently said a thank you that she’d blown me earlier, otherwise I wouldn’t have lasted once she started meeting my thrusts with her own. She was still weak from her earlier orgasms and could keep up the pace for long. She let go and let me fuck her. I slowed down and gave her a soft kiss before getting back on my knees. I lifted her legs onto my chest once again, and grabbed her ass with my hands, tilting her pelvis up a little. I started in again, this time, with short shallow strokes. I was starting to wonder if I should make the angle a little more extreme when she started to hiss “Oh God! Oh God! Oh GOD!” until she was screaming it. I’d found her G-spot. Her ass lifted completely off the bed, my cock still inside, she was using her legs against my chest for leverage as she came again. She collapsed once again, panting on the bed. I didn’t give her a chance to recover, and started to fuck her once again. I’d been close when she started coming, but I’d held off, not wanting to cut her orgasm short by a second if I could help it. Now, it was daddy’s turn, and I was gonna fill up her pussy like I’d filled up her little mouth. I started thrusting hard, the room once again filling up with the sounds of our sex. I could feel myself get harder and bigger inside her, she sensed what was about to happen and tensed her pussy and I was gone. I started cumming inside her. I surprised myself at how much I came considering she’d already milked me earlier. As my orgasm began to subside, she slowly relaxed her pussy muscles, then quickly tensed them again, making me shudder, sending waves of orgasmic pleasure from my cock throughout my body. I couldn’t keep myself from slowly stroking in and out of her clenching pussy. I was finally too weak to continue my thrusts, but she kept tensing and relaxing her pussy around my cock until I finally had to beg her to stop. She smiled mischieviously as she stopped, and couldn’t resist clenching one last time as I started to pull out of her for good. I cried out in ecstasy and had to grab her legs to keep from falling. I gave her a questioning glance and she nodded. I pulled out of her, then lay down heavily beside her. As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, she rolled over and kissed my neck right below my ear.
“I love you, daddy.”
“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
“I’m gonna go get my stuff, ok?”
“What stuff?”
“You think after that, I’m ever going to sleep in my own bed again?”
I smiled, “Hurry back.”
The next day, we both woke up sore. She stayed home from school and we somehow found the energy to do it all over again, all weekend.
That was the first time. It wouldn’t be the last. We continued our relationship throughout her schooling. She started dating during her senior year of high school, none of her boyfriends lasted very long. She’d come home and tell me how the date went, where and how they’d tried to touch her, what they’d tried to get her to do. I had few girlfriends during those years, I told my little girl every detail. She commuted throughout college so that she’d be home every night. We’d been lucky that first night, she later told me that she’d wanted to expose herself to me for a week before she actually did it, but couldn’t because she’d been on her period. I got her on birth control pills the following Monday, and I didn’t come in her pussy until we were sure the pills had taken effect. She eventually got married, and had kids of her own. She’d bring the whole family around for holidays, and she’d sneak into my bedroom at night and we’d relive old days. She still has the sweetest pussy, and still knows how to completely milk my cock.
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my first encounter with sex happen when i was 14 years old.well to start off my name is sara and i had very huge tits for my age.i was pretty much and all around teenager, i wasn’t much into girly things.i loved and played all kinds of sports.let me describle myself back then, i was 5’4 115 brown hair and green eyes.had a very womanly shaped body with 36d tits.well any girl knows that playing any sports with huge tits can cause problems.so back then i hated them with a passion.the day that this all started, i just got home from soccer practice and just took a shower. i had just put on my panties and had my robe on.i stood in front of my full body mirror and was looking at my body hating everything i saw .i started crying because i was so upset over how big my tits were and why did i have to have them.all of a sudden i heard a knock at my door forgetting that my dad just got home from work. both my parents worked my dad usually got home first then my mom came later.i quickly tied up my robe and tried to wipe the tears from my eyes.when i finally opened my bedroom door my dad was standing there.he knew right away that i been crying, and asked what was wrong.i really did not want to tell him, it’s not something my dad and i talk about . my mom yes but not my dad.after he keep asking and he wasn’t going to give up until i told him.i finally burled out what was the reason i was crying.he didn’t say anything for awhile then he pulled me over to my mirror and had me look at myself.telling me that i had a beautiful body .as i stood there while he told me all the things great about myself, he slowly untied my robe.my breath caught as my dad parts my robe and slowly gribs both of my tits in each hand not that they fit.he say “baby you have the most amazing breast and girl would be lucky to have them.”he moves his fingers to my nipples and begans to squeeeze them and massage until they harden like pebbles. i couldn’t take my eyes off him in the mirror as he held my tits.he tells me”sara any guy or girl would love to suck your nipples .”it felt so good what my dad was doing, i didn’t realize that i started moaning.i don’t know what came over me but i knew i didn’t want him to stop and i wanted more.out of no were i said “daddy i’m getting moist between my legs.”after a few more pinches on my nipples my dad slide one hand down my belly and into my panties.i feel his hand cover my mound then slides a finger between my vagina lips.as he whisper” god damn baby your pussy is wet.” all i could say was ” daddy, daddy please.”that’s when my dad parts my lips wider and moves his finger back and forth from my clit to my slit.my moans get louded as my dad lends over and kisses my neck as he rubs my clit.i feel my juices getting my panties wet.after a while my dad stops rubbing my clit and looks up at me in the mirror.he say’ baby you are so beautiful and hot, open your legs more for daddy.” as i open my legs wider i feel his finger slide inside me.that’s when i lost it and start humping my hips as my dad pumps his finger in my pussy hole. as my dad’s finger went in and out he chants”baby cum for daddy ,cum on my hand.”i couldn’t take it any more and i came wave after wave of pleasure washed over my body, i screamed and over and over “YES YES DADDY” my dad finger went faster and faster as i came.i took me awhile to come off the high of cumming.when i could think straight i looked down at my dad’s hand still in my panties and still wanted more.finally when he pulled his hand out of my panties and brought his finger to his mouth and tasted my cum off his finger.he then turns me around and bends his head to kiss me on my mouth.out of surprise i open my mouth and his tongue darts in and i taste my .we started kissing as my dad picks me up and lays me on the bed.i don’t know how he does it but his clothes comes off then he takes off my robe and my very wet panties.my dad lays between my spreaded legs and say”sara tell me if you want me to stop , but i have to have my cock inside your pussy.i need to fuck you so bad.i don’t have any protection, so i ‘ll try to pull out so i won’t get you pregnant.’ not really caring about anything just wanting to cum again.i said to my dad” i don’t want you to stop.’my dad then rubs his cock up and down my pussy to coat his dick with my juices.after some more rubbing and kissing my mouth then sucking my nipples.my dad slowly pushes his hard huge cock into my pussy hole.i feel some pain as he pushes more in me.my dad starts whispering dirty words to me”baby i’m going to fuck the shit out of your wet pussy.”after more pushing and coating his cock finally pops in.my dad waits until i get use to the size and the feel of him inside my pussy , then he slowly pumps his hips back and forth.i’m moan and panting my dad pulls his dick almost out my wet pussy then slide it back in.he say”honey look at daddy,” as i look at him.faster he pumps in and out he say”you are mine i’m the only guy that gets to have his cock in your pussy.”say it.”i scream ” Daddy i’m your, please don’t stop it feels soooo good.”i pushed up my hips to meet his.my dad slams his dick harded and faster and i could feel myself starting to cum i locked my legs around his hips.my dad say”baby i have to pull out now or i’m going to spill my seed deep in your pussy.” “don’t stop” i tell my dad.a few hard pumps and acouple of grunts my dad yells” honey i’m cumming.”i feel squirt after squirt of my dads hot cum shoot aganist the inside of my pussy wall.that’s when i cum, my vagina muscles milking dad dick of all its cum.my dad cum so much it start to seep out my pussy.
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David has captured and trained his Mother Kendra, and his Sister Kayleigh, into becoming his obedient sex slaves. Now he strategically moves towards the next phase of his plan to build the life he always fantasized about. In this chapter, his father, John, returns home and enjoys some one on one time with his daughter Kayleigh. She teases him into a frenzy, and when she turns him away, he forces the matter. Eventually he gets what he deserves.
I AM A TOTAL EXERBITIONEST AND VOYEUR LOVE THE BEACH AND DOGGING
This is my first try at writting an erotic story, please do not be too harsh on the critiques. There is no sex in this first chapter. I’m sorry, but there will be more in up coming chapters.
This story is about two schoolgirls, but the action does not take place on the school premises. It is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.
A dark and sadistic tale set in Victorian England
A SO CALLED FRIEND USES BLACKMAIL AS A WAY TO FORCE HIS STRAUGHT ROOMATE TO PERFORM SEXUAL ACTS ON HIM
Paula thought it was just another holiday but with Ernie away she was surprised at her response to another man
This story is a vivid description of my first time. Since it was my first time I remember clearly.
Sorry about the long wait to all of my readers. I have been distracted and unable to write with the proper inspiration and wanted to do the story justice for all of you and for my own personal pride. I don’t enjoy doing something unless I do it properly. I would hate to give you all a sub-standard story. I don’t know how much time will pass between chapters or when this particular storyline will come to an end, however I will try to keep everyone informed whenever possible. I think with the practice I’ve gotten here I may try to write that book about the Hidden War I mentioned in stories I’ve posted. I will have to change some of the concept of Magick and what the different creatures of the world can do as not to infringe on the copyrighted material that inspired this storyline. Keep the feedback and comments coming and let me know what you think. If you aren’t a member of the website, please sign up and feel free to message me via PM or on my profile page or post in the forum.
After leaving the existence late that evening I realized that I had a lot to accomplish as quickly as I could. First Sindee and I had to move the rest of our stuff into the new house and then assist Natalie with moving in. Second was the transfer of properties and bank accounts into my name from the ID I had used for the last five years. Third was to continue training Sindee in Magick to ensure her safety. Fourth I needed to set up training for weapons and hand to hand combat with as many of my new allies as I could to ensure their safety and abilities in the coming fights. Most importantly and concurrently with everything else that was going on was to plan the wedding with Sindee. I loved her too much to allow even a war to stop me from marrying her.
The next several months flew past quickly with everything going on. First was the moves, Natalie was ecstatic about moving into the house and threw a large party which of course we had to attend. Natalie was like family to Sindee and as such I took to her quickly as well. While we had to hide our secrets from her we were able to enjoy the time we spent relaxing with her. Nat treated me like family which it had been five years since anyone treated me as such, especially my own father and brother. After the party Natalie and Sindee started the wedding plans in earnest, including me when choices need to be my input such as guest list, colors and food but otherwise left me out of it. I didn’t mind at all as I loved Sindee and wanted the wedding to be special for her. Planning that kind of ceremony and celebration were skills I didn’t have. It didn’t take long to get some of the details settles. We had decided to have the Ceremony on the last week of January as it would allow time to get everything ready and allow all those coming to arrive. Arthur offered the Existence as a reception hall and Guido offered to prepare the menu. After eating there Sindee jumped on the offer and the reception was taking care of with the only remaining details to discuss were the menu with Guido and provide the wedding colors and flower types to Arthur for decorating the club. We send the invitation’s out about two weeks after the planning started including to my Father and brother.
While all the wedding planning was being done I continued with Sindee’s training as a Mage. She was a fast study as evident from her career as a doctor and how well she took care of things. While she was a naturally gifted mage and took well to it she was not strong in the areas of Spirit and Matter Magick. She excelled in Life Magick however and could do things that I hadn’t the knowledge to do. I started to learn from her in Life Magicks as I taught her to manipulate reality in the other areas. I was even more impressed and amazed by her because once she realized that she could change her body however she wanted she had such self-confidence and awareness that she was as happy with her appearance and body that she wouldn’t change it. Sindee is the most amazing woman I had ever known and every day I fell more in love with her. She progressed quickly in most areas of her training and was more than capable of defending herself should the need arise.
I made all of the property and account changes over this time and contacted the allies I had gathered from around the world to update them on my contact information. From a few of the groups I asked them to send a few volunteers who could assist in training my allies here for what may be coming. I wasn’t looking to turn everyone into soldiers, just enable them to defend themselves and each other should it become necessary. Four people moved into the area near the new house and came around daily to train with anyone who was willing. I spent some of my time learning from them with everyone else that was interested. You may have noticed by now that while I am trained and can fight I am not the greatest at it so I spent a few months getting my ass kicked along with everyone else in order to learn to defend myself better. Everyone who intended to aid in fighting the war not just defending the node was required to train with firearms so no one got shot accidentally. I had heard Sam telling a story about JD at the Existence and didn’t want that to happen here.
Halloween came and went with a costume party at the Existence and I have to say a bunch of supernatural beings dressed for Halloween is an incredible sight. There were some who dressed as the clichéd version of what every category they fell into. There were a couple of Lugosi style vampires as well as a few who mocked Twilight with body glitter and yellow or red contact lenses. There were some Old Hag Wicked Witches and Glinda the Good Witch costumes, Warlocks and Wizards the like of Gandolf and Dumbledore types. The werewolf costumes made me laugh after having seen and met the real thing, then again most of the costumes were funny especially as they were being in most cases worn by the real deal. There were plenty of Fae costumes from the nightmare creatures to the winged fairies and pixies. The was no lack of the Sexy Witch, Vampire, schoolgirl or anything sexy really among the mix. It was a fun evening and I took everyone from the property into the bar for the party.
At Thanksgiving Sindee and I were joined by a large crowd at the house. She had invited Natalie over and a few others from the hospital were invited but they were spending the holiday with their family. Arthur arrived with Jaq as his date and Sam came along as well. Arthur and Jaq have been spending a lot of time together and I couldn’t be happier for either of them. Arthur was a very good man even if he didn’t believe it himself all the time and Jaq was such an amazing woman and made him smile despite all that her has to worry about in the world. Marcus and Kyra of course came together as they were growing very close. Marcus was an old man in a young body and Kyra’s influence has brought him around to acting his apparent age instead of his actual one and that could only be good for both of them. Talia and George showed up together as a couple, Sam had given him the night off from protecting Arthur and seemed happy that the lonely wolf was finding someone to spend time with. I think despite her gruff and distant seeming attitude she was the one that held their group together at its heart. Guido came over but we wouldn’t let him in the kitchen, no matter how great a chef he was. Sindee and I prepared dinner for everyone that came. There were about another dozen people there all told, some from the werewolf pack and the four volunteers who came to train my people. The evening was very nice as we all spent time learning about each other as people and not discussing any of our strange realities since there were a few uninitiated humans around.
The first week of December arrived and we started getting responses to the wedding invitations. While it didn’t surprise me, it bothered Sindee that responses from my father and brother were that neither of them would be attending. I sat and spoke with her regarding the situation.
“Why would they not attend the wedding?” Sindee asked with a look somewhere between angry and upset.
“I don’t know how to fully explain it but since the attack that took the rest of our family they and I haven’t gotten along. It could be survivor’s guilt for them or anger at me for failing to protect everyone. I know I did everything I could as a sixteen year old kid, but now after what happened with my trip through time I feel guilty because I know now I could have stopped it easily. I can’t blame them if they are angry anymore because I blame myself for not changing things even though I know I did what was right. I tried for the time I remained at home to rebuild the relationship I lost with them and have attempted to remain in contact since but as you’ve seen it has changed nothing….” I trailed off not knowing what else to say.
“I met you right after that happened and was amazed by what you attempted to do. You were a sixteen year old kid who stood up to what you thought was a killer and who turned out to be more dangerous then you could have ever imagined at that time. It doesn’t matter what else happened you succeeded in saving them.” Sindee stepped up and wrapped me in her arms. She tilted her head up to look me in the eyes before continuing, “As for being guilty about not changing the past when you had the chance, let us discuss that. You have told me that if you had you might not be a Mage now, is that correct?”
“Yes, but..,” I started but she put her fingers to my mouth to silence me.
“No interrupting or explanations, just answers for now. So there is the chance you may not have awakened at all. If you hadn’t awakened that night you would not be around to have made that trip back in time and would all of you would be dead including you correct?” She gave me an expectant stare.
“Probably yes” I replied, fighting the tears in my eyes.
“Even if you had stopped that night from happening you would most likely have disappeared from this timeline on that night if I understand Time Magick correctly from your explanations. You can elaborate a little on this answer,” she gave me a smirk as she finished that statement.
“When dealing with normal Time Magicks yes, I would most likely have ceased to exist on this timeline as I was because what created me now had been changed. However since my trip through time was the result of something other than Time Magick I may have continued to exist here as I did even if I changed the past.” I answered.
“If either of those two things occurred you would not have been in the hospital for me to help you. While I fell in love with you after seeing you again here in Las Vegas, my feeling for you started with the admiration I had for a kid standing up to a serial killer to defend his family. That would mean that we most likely would have never found each other. I know in my heart that I would not be happy never having known you. Your act inspired me to stay in medicine to help people over going into research like my parents; you awakened not just me to the greater truth of the world but also my heart into what true love is about. I wouldn’t trade that for anything and I hope you feel the same way and allow yourself to let go of the guilt. Do you believe in your heart that you made the right choice?”
I was stunned with what she told me. She says that I inspired her, but her words and love have done more for me than anyone else in my life. Sindee’s heart and love reminded me of the way my mother treated everyone and I knew now more than ever that she was irreplaceable to my heart. Wrapped my arms even tighter around her and stared into Sindee’s grey eyes, “Yes, I made the right choice, really the only choice as what happened made me who I am today.” Once I said that I felt the presence of four beings around us and shivered as I felt like four more people wrapped their arms around Sindee and I. Sindee shivered as she felt it as well. I used Mind and Spirit Magick to allow Sindee and I to see who was here with us. We saw my mother, both sisters and my brother wrapping their energy around us before fading and moving on. I won’t say my guilt disappeared because that would be a lie and I know I’d revisit it from time to time, but the burden seemed to be lessened.
Sindee smiled and me and that alone made the world seem a better place, “Then if they wish to avoid the wedding that’s fine. They may be your blood but that doesn’t make them family. You have created a real family with me, Nat, Marcus and Kyra, Talia and even Arthur and his people treat us all as part of their family.”
I had to admit that she was right as usual, I’m not sure if I’d ever come out right when we argued in the future but just being with her made it more than worth it. The month passed even faster with the Christmas shopping and decorating. We made the rounds on Christmas to all of our friends or they came to our house for dinner or drinks. While I had a large family as a child before losing them I had never had so many people as an extended family. I counted myself lucky in that regard as not only did I have the friends I’ve met since coming to Vegas some of the people I’ve met traveling around the world came to visit in the Holiday season. New Year’s Eve was on us in a blink and went to the Existence for the party night. During these months Sindee and Jaq had grown to be close friends which was no surprise as they were both incredibly strong women who worked in difficult careers. The wedding was coming up very fast and I had some additional shopping to do as Sindee decided she wanted Emerald Green as the color for the wedding. I had the Tuxedo already but had to get the right color accessories as well as pick up some items from the jeweler. Marcus was standing as my best man but Arthur was also going to be a groomsman. I purchased Emerald studded cufflinks and closures for myself and all the groomsmen and placed an order for Sindee. I had an earring, necklace and bracelet set made for her. The earrings were platinum with small diamonds surround an emerald. The Necklace was a single platinum chain with a teardrop cut emerald hanging at the front and the bracelet was also platinum with alternating diamonds and emeralds alternating settings. I knew these would be the something new for her to wear and would go with whatever gown she chose for the wedding. Sindee being very traditional when it comes to weddings would not let me see the dress before the ceremony. I planned for a trip to Hawaii for the honeymoon so that we could get away from the city and I could show her the property there. She had confided in me during one of many conversations that she had always wanted to go which was the reason I had chosen to buy it during the five years I needed to stay gone.
Sindee’s parent’s arrived back in Vegas three days before the wedding so we took them out to dinner and caught up with each other for the last several months. We had the Bachelor and Bachelorette parties two day before the wedding so there was no one that would be late or missing come time for the wedding. As much fun as was had at those parties I will not be discussing them for as everyone knows “what happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas.” The day before the wedding, Sindee, her mother and Jaq as well as the other bridesmaids went to stay with Natalie in the house so they could get ready for the wedding and arrive from there while the men all stayed at our new place so we could all head out from there. The Ceremony was simple as neither Sindee nor I were overly religious. While it was a simple ceremony it was a large one as many of Sindee’s friends from work and her home came to the wedding and some of the people I met among my travels came too. In addition most of the staff regulars from the Existence that had become friends were here along with most of the pack of werewolves that were staying on or near our land. I never knew how many people I had met and befriended until we had most of them gathered into one room for the wedding. Sindee was wearing a white dress with emerald silk belt wrapped around the waist with the platinum and emerald jewelry I had Natalie give to her that morning. The dress was a simple and classic cut that just made it more perfect for her. When she started up the aisle all eyes were on her, no one’s more intently then mine. I’m sure I stopped breathing once I saw her as I was getting lightheaded until Marcus quickly jabbed me in the back with his finger and whispered into my ear, “Breath Andrew.”
I took a shallow breath and started to bring my racing heart under control and getting my lungs back into working order. I know I am biased but no matter how long my life is, I will never find a woman more beautiful than Sindee on any day let alone how breathtakingly gorgeous she was at on that day. Angels couldn’t compete with Sindee’s beauty as she was the Angel who possessed my mind, heart and soul. The ceremony was also a traditional affair as we spoke the vows as read to us, we had exchanged our own promises with Marcus, Kyra, Jaq and Arthur as witnesses a few days before so that we could speak openly about what we truly were and how that effected our future. While we spoke the traditional vows at the wedding we both held in our hearts and minds the promises we made to one another.
After the ceremony we went to the Existence for the reception and there were even more people there because some of them were unable to come to the ceremony itself. Some of the Vampires that we had come to know had stayed in the side rooms while the main areas were cleared and decorated in order that they could attend the reception and wish us well for the future. As many problems and run ins I had with vampires I have to admit that after coming to know some of them through the club; they aren’t all automatically evil. Many vampires simply wish to continue living and exist off of bagged blood and willing donors. Those that feed from the living don’t go around leaving a trail of dead bodies as they have no need to kill just to feed. The ones who do are usually dealt with by other vampires before they can get out of hand. I’m not saying that I trust them implicitly, just that if you follow a few simple rules you’re fine befriending some of them. All the denizens of the club knew to keep the conversations out of the supernatural as a few of the guest were sleepers and we all preferred it be kept that way for their sake. As the party wound down and everyone was ready to head out Arthur came over to walk us out to the waiting Limo at the door. As we were walking out he told he made arrangements for us to use his private aircraft for the flight to Hawaii and made arrangements for the tickets to be refunded from our reservations. It was one of his gifts to us and he would supply a few others when we returned as they were for use not leisure. Every one of the guest as well as most of the staff followed us out when we left to wish us well.
We flew out to Hawaii where the best week of my life was spent. No, I’m not referring to the sex, while it was amazing, what made the week the best of my life was seven whole days where it was just Sindee and I and not a worry beyond what we were going to do for the day. We didn’t do much sightseeing, after we landed at the executive airfield for private aircraft we went to the docks where I had a seaplane waiting so I could fly us out the home. I had arranged for food to be delivered and the house prepared right before our arrival. Once we landed and Sindee climbed down from the plane onto the dock, I picked her up and carried her up the dock, across the beach and into the house. It wasn’t a mansion or anything large. It was a single story home with an open living room, dining room and kitchen. There was a large master bedroom with windows all around with one of the walls being able to open entirely to the beach. The house was an hour or so away from the nearest town and there were no neighbors closer than a twenty minute drive. There was a gate set out at the road access so there would be no unexpected guests. While we did get out a few times over the week, we decided that we would have to come back for a real vacation when we could make the time. The week past entirely to quickly for both of us. I flew us back to the big island and we took Arthur’s jet back to Las Vegas.
So here it is February first and we were, back home in Vegas. We headed straight for the house to make sure everything was fine there. When we arrived the house was dark and quiet, it was barely seven in the evening but everyone may have just been out for the night. Sindee and I were dropped at the door and the driver followed us with the luggage. We opened the door to shouts of “Surprise” and “Welcome Home” from most of our close friends. It’s nice to be missed. It wasn’t a huge gathering, consisting of Arthur, Jaq, Marcus, Kyra, Sam, Talia, George and Natalie; our closest friends. The celebration was simple and consisted of around two hours of drinks and conversation about nothing more important that everyday life and how we enjoyed the time away.
The next morning things went back to the routine of training and working our respective jobs while planning how to fight a war without the world seeing it being fought. I went down into the sanctum placing myself dead center of where we created the node and sat down to meditate. I closed my eyes and just opened myself to the flow of Magick, not trying to direct it alter the flow. I had done this kind of meditation before and while it refreshes me either way, it has also given me some answers or warning about things. I had even done so near a node. I had never been near a node of this power before and never within the node itself. I wasn’t looking for anything specific, just letting the magick flow. Sometime the world reveals it’s secrets to those willing to be patient and listen instead of trying to force it. I felt the energy flow through my body and mind, through the connection to my avatar, into the portion of my mind where all the knowledge of magick that I knew lay.
I saw several possible futures, some that I would welcome and others that I would fight against to my last breath. None of these showed me how these things came to be. After the view of possible futures I felt the magick flow through my mind into the memory centers of my brain, those associated with emotions. I felt as though the primal energy itself or maybe my Avatar we examining my mind and memories to understand what shaped me into what I am. I relived the night my family died from both perspectives; I went through the loss of my father and brother as they withdrew from me. I felt the loss of home in my heart as a prepared to leave the pain of the loss behind me. I lived through the loneliness I felt when I first started traveling and learning from those I met. I went through every negative experience reliving and reviewing every choice I made. After going through all of that again I started to experience growing up in my close family. I remembered being told that I was going to be a big brother and how that made me want to protect my new sister from anything that could harm her. I remembered every holiday, birthday and family event right up to my sixteenth birthday and the start of our trip. I saw how much fun we had on the trip, spending time with one another and reliving the memories of that last day together. From there it moved to meeting Sindee for the first time and the teenage crush I had on the woman who took care of me after such a horrid experience. How meeting her and feeling that way led me to realize that while I couldn’t change what I happened at the time I could move on and make my life better. There was no option of withdrawing from the world if I were live up to the examples set by those I lost that fateful night, nor by the example Sindee had set in caring for people as a doctor. I relived my travels, meeting new people, finding out what I was and what happened to me that night. I remembered fondly the friends I made in the places where I stayed for a few months. My heart soared when my memories moved to meeting Sindee once again the first night I arrived in Vegas, realizing now that at that moment I knew I could easily love this woman and that my heart wasn’t destroyed when I lost most of my family. How in the short time that I’d known her here, how quickly those feeling grew into love as I learned more about her and the person she made herself into. I felt another connection form from my Avatar connecting it to something else. I let my mind follow the flow of the magick until I found the other end of the connection and realized that it sought out Sindee and her Avatar binding together in a way I had never heard of before.
When all of this passed I continued to sit and let the Magick flow though me more. When I couldn’t take sitting in the flow of energy any longer I stood to step outside of the circle where we formed the node. I turned to face the stairs and saw Sindee standing there. I walked over to her and wrapped her into my arms, holding her tightly. I felt her heartbeat as we stood together both of our hearts started to calm and then to beat in sync with the other. We had been joined by promises made to one another, by the emotions we shared for each other and now by Magick itself.
I now felt like I would be able to handle this war to come. I knew I had the people and the skills; I’d made plans and set them in motion to allow this world to be defended. What I didn’t know was if I had the strength or character and willpower to stand before whatever was coming and stop it. I knew that I said I could do it, but now after reliving what made me who I am, I now believed that I could follow through on what I said.
Things had been too quiet for too long and I suspected that the other shoe was going to drop at any time now. I was thankful for the time we had as it allowed me to accomplish what I needed to do for Sindee and myself. It also allowed me to recruit and train some allies for what was to come. Sindee and I went upstairs after standing there in our embrace for several minutes at least. She went into the kitchen to make breakfast while I took a quick walk outside for air. I had barely stepped out the front door before I spotted the man standing in my driveway ten feet away. He stood a little below six feet, around 5’10 or so, his build was broad shouldered but athletically built. I couldn’t see his eyes behind the sunglasses he was wearing. He was wearing a pair of hiking boots, blue jeans and a flannel shirt. He could have been anyone friendly except for two things. He wore a look of aggression and contempt for me and he was holding a sword unsheathed with the point toward me. He stepped toward me as he raised the sword over his head. I wore a smug expression as he closed the distance between us as a sword was no threat to me. I tapped into the magick, using Forces and Matter to shatter the blade and sent the effect to the sword. I felt the power flow and hit the blade, expecting it to shatter I was shocked when I felt the spell simply fail. I sure my smug look vanished as dove past him on the off side to keep him from bring the blade down on me. As I rolled away to avoid him, I sent sensory magick from all nine spheres at the sword. My heart sunk as soon as the sensory magick failed. There was only one thing that could stop Magick that easily. The sword was made with Primium, a metal so rare that the sword he held was priceless and able to stop almost any spell I could throw at it or him without killing myself in the backlash. I was in trouble.
I scanned the area visually to see if there were any other threats, or possible witnesses in the area. While I would be unable to cast magick at my assailant, I could do a lot to help myself. Witnesses would be an issue because if I started doing things that went too far beyond what the mind can accept I’d be risking backlashes and death. I also wanted to ensure that neither he had help nor those under my protection were in any more danger than they already were just by this man being here. Seeing there was no one else in the area I focused on my opponent. His sword was modeled after a classic broadsword and he used a two handed fighting style. I could also see he was well armed with other weapons but as I couldn’t even get a sensory spell near him, I was unable to tell what else he may have had hidden under the jacket. I looked him in the eyes, seeing the cold detachment of a trained killer. This was not going to be a fun encounter and I was sure neither of us would leave unharmed and figured one of us wouldn’t walk away at all. I wasn’t sure I would be the one walking away either.
I was the first to break the silence between us, “What do you want here?”
“Your head,” he replied evenly.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but it won’t be that easy. Walk away, leave me and my friends alone and I’ll do the same for you. I don’t want you dead and you don’t want to die,” I stated in my normal tone. I kept my voice level and my gaze fixed on his to show that I was willing to let this end but if he pushed I would fight all the harder.
“I’ve been threatened by and then killed better than you, why would I walk away now?” He looked smug as if he had this fight already won.
“Make your choice and let’s get this over with,” I replied as I was tired of the conversation. I also wanted to get this done before anyone stumbled into this mess with me.
He started to close the distance between us while he raised the sword. I used Life Magick to push my body to the limits of agility, speed and strength as I dodged to the side, stepping past him. I backed away again giving me time to react. As fast as I now was at the limits of the human body, he was almost as fast. This man was trained to hunt and kill things that no one should even know existed. This man was a Hunter. I had heard of and seen hunters on the past. Most of those I’d seen were vampire hunters. I had never met a witch hunter before and hoped never to do so. His being here, after me specifically made the situation worse than it was in the first place.
He closed again, swinging the sword from the side just above waist height. I dropped to a crouch under the swing, spinning to turn it into a foot sweep. I felt a brief contact as my leg passed where he should have been. When I complete the spin I rolled out to my left side to ensure I wasn’t going to get hit with the blade by making a target of myself. I rose to my feet and looked for him again. He was just standing up himself, about ten feet from where I tried to sweep his legs. Great, I was dealing with not just a trained killer, but an acrobat as well. This was starting out to be a hell of a day.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
“I’m here to kill you, I figured that was obvious by now,” he smiled evilly as he replied.
“That part was obvious jack ass. What I want to know is the reason you chose to try and kill me,” I was trying to buy time to think as well as being curious as to why he specifically chose me, let alone knew enough about me to bring a primium weapon to block magick. “I’ve never done anything to harm you or yours that I know of, so why am I your target?”
“Because you exist,” with that reply he started to close distance with me again. I backed away and circled, maintaining distance with him.
That was not the reply I wanted to hear. To date I have not been forced to kill a human. I have fought and killed vampires and their ghouls when I’ve needed to in order to defend myself or others. I have injured some humans in my own defense but never killed them. I didn’t want to start now, but this man was a killer and may not leave me a choice in the end. I hoped I could find another way.
An idea came to mind and I let him close with me again. This time when he was close enough to swing I stepped inside of the swords range giving a quick jab to his windpipe to stun him before bringing my knee up into his balls. Call it fighting dirty or a cheap shot if you want. I’d rather fight dirty than die honorably any day of the week. The attack gave me the benefit of a few extra seconds in order to start working on my plan. Using the strength gained when I used the life spell, I shoved him back away from me. While he climbed back to his feet, I knelt down and used Matter and Forces Magick to draw the material I would need out of the earth creating a pair of blunt metal bars about thirty inches long each for me to fight with.
When we closed with each other again, I focused on fighting defensively, hoping to wear him out after a short time. I still didn’t want to kill him. He may have been a hunter but he was still human and I wasn’t a murderer. The problem was he had no such compulsion about trying to kill me and the small wound he was getting through from time to time were not doing me any good. I was tiring faster than he was and being that close to the sword I couldn’t use magick to heal me. I fought to gain some distance from him so I could use the magick but couldn’t gain the ground I needed fighting defensively. I went on the offense trying to beat him back into a retreat so that he would open the distance I needed between us. I had no more luck with that tactic as he was well trained in the use of a broadsword. We kept going like this for what felt like an eternity but I knew could only have been ten or fifteen minutes when I heard the door to the house open to my right and I turned my head and body instinctively to put myself between her and my assailant. In that moment I gave him an opening he needed and felt the sword slice across my stomach drawing a line of excruciating pain behind as it passed.
“Andrew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Sindee screamed as she watched this happen. I could tell she was trying to reach for me with magick to heal me, but I was still too close to the sword.
I stepped back and started to twist sideways to come at my attacker on his open side since the sword was out of position, but his reflexes were quick as changed his grip on the blade allowing him to thrust it toward my chest. I felt the blade sink into to my side just below the rib cage. I knew I was most likely dead between the slice across my abdomen and now the stab into my organs. I was not going to let this man kill Sindee if it was the last thing I did before death took me. I moved forward, forcing the blade to sink deeper into my gut. I brought the metal spar in my right hand down upon this man’s wrists with bone shattering force causing him to release his hold on the sword in his hands. I also brought my left handed weapon around toward his neck with the intent of breaking it so he wouldn’t get up again. At the last second I felt something guide my arm and hand up enough that my weapon glanced off his head at an angle that delivered enough force to knock him unconscious without being fatal. I dropped to the ground beside this man staring at the morning sky. My vision grew dim, starting to fade to black on the edges as Sindee’s face appeared before me just before I lost consciousness.
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I was in that horrid reality where Las Vegas was once again decaying and destroyed, however thing were different. I could sense life around me, some plants, a few desert animals and even some pockets Humans. I could feel Magick within the city, not the emptiness of before. I walked through the city, covering distance faster than should have been possible. I came across the Existence. It was still there, more or less. It looked as though it were a fortress. The entire block around it was surrounded by an immense wall with sigils, runes and other symbols carved into the exterior. I could feel the magick that was keeping the decay away from it. I wondered if I was seeing the manifestation of the magick that protects the place or if this was added later my warnings to Arthur of what was to come in the future that I saw. I traveled through the city, some portions were overrun by things that shouldn’t be able to exist in this world were people no longer believed in the existence of such things. That disbelief should have cause reality to backlash and remove them from the world the moment people first saw them. If this was a change to my earlier vision, it was not for the better.
I continued to move through the city, walking in the open but not being seen by anything around me. I moved toward my home, to the node I created there to see what changes occurred near it. When I neared my home I fell to my knees unable to move further. The hose was gone, not a trace left of the building. Where the house had stood, there was no a sloped pit leading to the node we had created. At the center of the ring stood dark gate so black that it seemed to draw in the light from around it. I could feel a malevolent energy coming from within. I managed to get back to my feet and turn away from this horrific site. I touched the magick within me trying to find the connection between my Avatar and Sindee’s. I needed to find what became of her. The connection was not the wellspring of emotion that I felt that morning before going outside; it was a feeling of raw pain as though I was being skinned alive by the energy I was connected to. I fought my way through the pain as nothing would keep me from getting back to her.
I walked through the city again, going down the strip seeing the crumbling casino buildings as I passed them. I forced myself to follow the path this painful energy flowed from until I was in sight of the old Stratosphere tower. I walked into it, surprised that it had power while the rest of the city seemed dark. I took the elevator all the way to the observation level, feeling more and more pain and pressure as I went. When the doors opened I stepped out to see the enemy from my previous vision sitting on a stone throne at the top of the stairs. Beside him locked in a cage was Sindee, but she was no longer herself. I could still feel her Avatar standing over her, but she was no longer a Mage. Her connection to her Avatar was shredded; the life, light and emotion in her eyes were gone. He skin was even paler than ever. She had been turned into a Vampire and starved; being kept as an amusement for the Nephandi. On his other side, chained to the wall was the hunter who came for me. His body was covered in scars and wounds. There was almost no place on his body that wasn’t injured in some way. I could hear the Nephandi speaking to him, thanking him for removing his enemy and making it easier for him to bring about the destruction he’s wrought. While the words were kind, the tone was punishing and the look on my attackers face was one of profound despair. I could sense that he was human now that he no longer had the sword with him. I could feel that magick was used to keep him alive, not letting him age as he should have. Again this Nephandi was keeping a trophy of his own evil and malevolence. The Naphandi’s face was still hooded in shadow not allowing me to know who this man was if I ever found him.
I knew that there was something I had to do to change this, as well as I needed to do something to escape this vision or dream. I knew I had to fight if I was to live though the sword in my gut and keep this from happening. I walked over to the cage where Sindee was being held, stepping through the bars as though they weren’t there. I placed my hands on here. My left hand with the wedding band over her heart and my right were her Avatar connected to her. I drew in every scrap of power I could from outside of me and everything I had left within not holding back anything. I directed the flow into her heart and through both of our Avatars into her connection to them and me. I felt her heart begin to beat and blast of a violent awakening. I flew back across the room to hit the wall, feeling pain throughout my whole body and blood flow from my chest and abdomen right before I stopped seeing or feeling anything and passed out again.
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I woke in the basement on the cold concrete floor in the center of the circle where the node was created. The first thing I noticed was that I was face down on floor. Next I noticed that there was no pain in my abdomen at all, as though the fight was a dream. I tried to get up, that’s when I felt the pain. My entire body felt as though I had been dragged down the side walk for blocks (I know this feeling from a bad experience dumping a dirt bike on my way to the woods around town as a kid). I decided, instead of trying to stand, to drag myself to the wall and sit up against it. That was more painful than having the sword run into my gut. I leaned back against the wall and opened my eyes to look around. Across the room sitting in, or rather tied to, a chair was the man who ran me through with a sword. I closed my eyes, counted to ten and then reopened them. He was still there in the chair across the room. I couldn’t see his arms as they were behind the chair, but there was dried blood down the side of his face and his eyes were still closed. I heard movement to my right and turned my head to see Sindee coming down the stairs. I didn’t feel either her or the man across the room so I reached for the magick within me. I felt nothing but a faint connection. I couldn’t draw any power through it. My first reaction was fear that I had lost my Avatar, before my mind caught up with the fact that I could still feel the connection there. I realized that I had drawn both the magick within me along with everything else in the vision before releasing the spell and holding nothing back.
From the injuries I had to recover from the last time I had a vision involving the Nephandi I figured that the expenditure of energy had me exhausted on the Physical, mental and metaphysical levels and I needed time to recover. At least I hoped that was all that it was. Sindee walked over to me and crouched down. She pulled up my shirt to check the wounds there before looking up to stare me in the eyes. I just looked back into her silver grey stare and felt peace wash over me. The light and life that were gone in my vision were still there here and now. As long as that were the case I’d be fine. A smile spread across my face. It hurt to smile, but was worth it due to the smile she gave me in return. I put my head back against the wall, closed my eyes and went to sleep.
Awakening a few hours later sitting in the same spot, my body felt stiff from being in one position for too long. My friend, also known as the asshole who attacked me, was still tied up across the room from me. The blood on his face had been washed away and his eyes were open. He was staring at me with such venom and hatred that if looks could kill I wouldn’t have woken up this time. I attempted to get to my feet again, only to realize that the pain I was in wasn’t simply stiff muscles from sleeping on a cold floor in one position too long. I forced my way to my feet, fighting the pain all the way up. Once I got to my feet, I looked myself over. My entire body looked just as it felt, I was a walking bruise. I wasn’t going to try and take the stairs right now as I had enough injuries and didn’t need to add falling down the stairs to them. I walked across the room to my friend in the chair.
I looked him square in the eyes, “We have a great many things to discuss.” Then I pulled the gag off of his mouth.
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I thought it was just another weekend visit, but it turned out to be so much more.
When you take off your dress
Having nothing to add
I am just in a mess,
I am nearly mad…
And my reasons are melted
On the fire you spread,
Since the day when I met you
I’ve been losing my head…
I am wild like a tiger
When I’m feeling your smell,
I’m burning beside you
Like a sinner in hell…
But I bless all these tortures
Asking nothing instead…
I just constantly want you
Being near mad…
On my tenderest goddess,
Golden hair of yours
Is the lasso that holds me
But I’m not at a loss…
I don’t long for the freedom,
I don’t ask for release,
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When you leave me in peace…
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Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Eleven: Shhh be Vewy Vewy Quiet
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Eleven Summary: We’re hunting howcwuxes
Harry and Hermione didn’t speak for nearly two and a half days, well, at least not with each other. Hermione was mad because Harry was being a child concerning her comments regarding adults and love. Harry was mad at Hermione because of her comments about parents and sex, as well as her off-color joke about Lily experimenting with Harry’s father’s animagus form. To Hermione, their conversation was about the happiness one should feel if adults, including those that were parents, were madly in love and willing to act upon their feelings. To Harry, it was a heated debate about unnatural and disturbing activities that some people shouldn’t do because had kids, and even worse, they were old. And that comment about his mum and Prongs made Harry feel a confusing combination of anger and revulsion.
It didn’t help Harry’s mood that the house-elves were still following Hermione’s orders and wouldn’t allow him cheese or any sweets. He even convinced Ron to sneak into the kitchen and fetch him some milk on the sly. Ron had no trouble in retrieving the milk, but as his friend went to hand the glass to him, an anonymous house-elf popped out of nowhere and snatched the cool beverage from Harry’s hands and disappeared.
For the first day, Harry did a very good job of ignoring Hermione. Whenever she entered a room that he was in, Harry would pretend to find something in the opposite direction of Hermione intensely interesting. For example, when he was in the Common Room and she entered through the Portrait Hole, Harry busied himself by inspecting the recently repaired hearth.
For that same day, Hermione did her best to break through Harry’s mood. She attempted to talk some sense into him, but he would either walk away from her or whistle loudly in hopes of drowning her out. When conventional methods of communication had failed, Hermione tried a more… primal approach. Later while Harry was trying to engage Ron in a game of Wizards Chess (the poor man was nearly comatose due to his own recent mental trauma), Hermione decided to read a book while sitting on the couch near Harry. Of course the book was Harry’s “special book”. And in an attempt to better break through Harry’s resolve, Hermione wasn’t wearing her normal clothes. She wore a two sizes too small pullover that hugged her skin; in fact, it hugged her so much that one could easily tell that Hermione wasn’t wearing a bra. The pullover had a very interesting design on the front. If anyone besides Harry or the House-Elves of Hogwarts saw the design, they would simply assume that Hermione liked cute Japanese cartoons. But as all of the House-Elves and Harry knew, Hermione had a bit of a naughty side. Due to the fact that the pullover hugged her so combined with her braless condition, the outline of Hermione’s nipples and areolas could easily be seen through “Hello Kitty’s” eyes. She didn’t stop there with her subtle assault against Harry’s stubbornness. To say that she was wearing a short plaid skirt was a bit of an understatement. It would be more accurate to say that she had tied a small plaid handkerchief around her shapely hips. Of course, when Hermione sat down near Harry, she made it a point to position herself so that her plaid handkerchief rose up slightly so that if Harry looked over he would’ve gotten a vice view of her bum. She wondered whether or not Harry realized that she wasn’t wearing her normal style knickers as added ammunition. She intentionally flashed him quite a bit of her unclothed bum.
But this was the first day and Harry was doing a very good job of ignoring Hermione. His stubbornness in his resolve to continue his childish anger made Hermione very mad. She had decided as she went to bed that night that if Harry wanted to hold a grudge, she would show him what a grudge truly was.
The next morning, Harry woke up feeling terrible. He had an unfamiliar pressure in his chest that was eating away at him. He couldn’t place what the painful sensation was. He sulked out of bed with his feet dragging behind him as he made his way to the Great Hall for breakfast alone (he had tried to wake Ron up, but his red-headed friend was mumbling in his sleep about something like “… trim that thing you nasty…”). As he was eating a bowl of cereal, Hermione came down to eat as well. The heavy sensation in Harry’s chest gnawed at him some more as she sat down at the Gryffindor table; mind you she made it a point to sit as far away from Harry as possible. Harry pushed his ponderings about the sensation in his chest to the side; he had a job to do. And that job was ignoring Hermione. He made of show of ignoring her by stomping his feet as he passed by her as he left the Great Hall. Harry was a little perplexed that Hermione seemed to be ignoring him right back.
Two hours later, Harry thought it was time to ignore Hermione some more. So he sought her out the Common Room where she was sitting on a squashy chair reading a book. He purposely threw himself down on the couch nearby with a thump, hoping to let her know that he was still ignoring her and as well as to agitate her. Apparently, his loud flop on the couch did not alert Hermione to his presence. She sat there on her chair, dutifully reading her book. Harry huffed loudly to indicate he was bored and had nothing to do, nothing besides ignore Hermione, that is. But how could Harry revel in his/ “ignoring Hermione”/ plan if she didn’t know that he was intentionally ignoring her?
The heaviness in Harry’s chest ate away a little more, while Hermione turned the page, completely oblivious to his presence. He huffed again, this time much louder and he accentuated his boredom by sighing heavily. Much to his chagrin, Hermione didn’t even bat an eyelash in his direction.
Suddenly, Harry found himself wanting to be just by her side while she read that book. He wanted her dainty frame pushed up against his body, as he sat there doing nothing but letting her pleasant scent wash over him, letting her warmth mingle with his. He was shocked to find himself desiring to turn the pages of her book for her as she rested her hands on his knees. He needed her to be by him.
Harry gulped as he realized that he was being an utter fool. Harry shot up and meekly called out her name, “Hermione?”
And Hermione turned the page. Again Harry tried to gain her attention, “Hermione?”
It seemed impossible, but Harry could have sworn that Hermione had redoubled her efforts to read the book. A thought dawned on Harry; he would show Hermione just how much he needed her by getting her a present, a flower perhaps!
Harry scurried out of the Common Room and headed toward the Green Houses, he was sure he’d be able to find a flower for Hermione there. Upon entering the Green House, Harry realized that his plan had one slight flaw; most of the flowers in the Hogwarts Green Houses could kill a person. Some would bite, others would spit venom, and still others would strangle their victims. It wouldn’t do for Harry to show Hermione how much he wanted and needed her by inadvertently killing her now would it? Thankfully, the gates leading to Hogsmeade were open and Harry trotted to the little village.
A few hours later, Harry returned to the castle with his prize. It was a lovely flower whose petals shone a different color depending on the angle of light. It would switch between shades of purple to red and to yellow, just by tilting it ever so slightly.
Harry found Hermione still in the Common Room, still reading, although Harry could tell it was a different book from earlier. He figured that it would be romantic if he would just saunter by and drop the flower on her open book. With such a perfect plan, Harry did just that. The flower’s stem landed in the seam of the book while the petals hung over the top of the binding. Harry reckoned that Hermione would be gushing (no, not that way – get your minds out of the gutter) over the flower in moments. However, Hermione’s reaction was somewhat different than Harry was expecting; Hermione quietly closed her book, trapping the stem in its pages. She then set the book aside, completely ignoring the beautiful flower sticking out of its pages, and retrieved another tome from her bag.
Harry’s heart plummeted to the floor. She ignored his thoughtful and beautiful gift. With his shoulders slumped, Harry sulked off to his room.
The next morning, Harry decided that because Hermione had cast aside his peace offering that he would continue to ignore his so-called girlfriend until she came to him. He decided that he would treat her the way she had him! He vowed anew that he would completely ignore her, even if she tried to make a similar, loving gesture. He decided that he would ignore her until she begged him for forgiveness. It was a matter of principle now.
Harry’s resolve lasted almost four full hours.
He walked into the Great Hall for lunch to find Hermione sitting across from a sullen looking Ron. Harry had intended to sit next to Ron, and do a wonderful job of ignoring Hermione. But the heaviness in his chest had become too much, and he found himself on his knees next to Hermione.
“Please, Hermione, please forgive me,” he pleaded. Harry’s pride was thrown to the four winds as he knelt next to the most beautiful witch in the world. He didn’t care if he was making an arse out of himself in front of her or Ron. He just wanted Hermione to hold his hand and smile at him while she said that all was forgiven.
But alas, Hermione’s resolve was much stronger than Harry’s. She continued to ignore him as she asked Ron to pass her the jam.
“I was wrong!” announced Harry. What he was wrong about he wasn’t sure, but something inside of him told him that it was the proper thing to say.
“Ah, that’s what I was waiting for,” stated Hermione and turned to Harry with a smile on her face. Of course it was an “I’m right and you’re wrong” smile but Harry didn’t care. All he cared about was that she was smiling and it was at him. The heaviness disappeared from his chest and warmth flowed through his veins. “I don’t understand why you reacted the way you did, Harry. I was only joking about your mother experimenting with your father’s animagus form.”
It was close enough for an apology to make Harry happy. He got up from the floor and took his place next to Hermione. With a smile on his face and one in his heart, Harry took her hand in his.
“I’m still right about you two being childish concerning parents and their sex lives,” added Hermione.
And the smile lessened in Harry’s heart and on his face.
“Oh for heaven’s sake, Harry,” Hermione said softly, while caressing his cheek. “I don’t understand why you and Ron are reacting in such a way? It’s completely natural for Molly and Arthur to do such things. I think it’s wonderful that they still are going at it after so many years of marriage.”
“But they’re parents Hermione,” argued Harry, his hand going clammy at the thought of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley doing /it/. “They’re not supposed to do such things.”
“Yeah, he’s right,” agreed Ron.
“Why?” asked Hermione. “Why aren’t they supposed to act on their love and be intimate?”
“Because they’re parents!” both Harry and Ron concluded. In their minds, the argument needed no further explanation. It was just the way it was, sort of like a Universal Rule of Parents. It was a clear-cut situation; parents kissed each other (and then only a light peck) and nothing more. Period. End of discussion. But Hermione didn’t understand that it needed no further discussion and pressed on.
“But why?” she asked.
“Because,” answered Harry stubbornly. If Hermione didn’t understand the Universal Rule of Parents, how was he going to teach her? He stood up and vented his frustration with his girlfriend’s unworldly-ness by pacing back and forth.
“Alright, let me ask you a hypothetical question, then,” began Hermione.
To which Ron asked, “/Hypo/-what?”
“Let’s say we get married,” Hermione said to Harry, tuning out Ron. “And we have kids.”
“Okay,” responded Harry immediately. He imagined the situation that Hermione proposed; he saw himself a few years down the line where he and Hermione had a couple of kids. Harry paused and reflected on this train of thought and his reaction, or lack there of. He wasn’t mortified at Hermione’s discussion of the two of them having kids in the least. Normally, when a teenaged male is in a discussion with his teenaged girlfriend and she starts talking about having kids, the male usually runs like hell; it’s the nature of things. But Harry was quite surprised to find that he wasn’t fearful of the thought of becoming the father to Hermione’s children. In fact, he found it pleasant. He felt his face heat up just at the thought of it.
“Ah, look, ikkle-Harry-kins is blushing,” Ron poked fun of his best mate. Apparently, his sour mood lifted slightly at the sight of his best mate blushing and more specifically, the opportunity to tease him about it.
Upon noticing Harry’s reaction to the thought of starting a family with her, Hermione started to blush as well. Harry assumed that she was just as happy as he was with the idea of becoming the mother of his children.
“Oh, wook,” Ron continued in a mock baby voice, “now ikkle-Hermione-kins is blushing too.”
The sight of his girlfriend’s cheeks turning red just made Harry happier. His imagination was now running rampant and started to create scenarios all on its own. Harry was now imaging bouncing their youngest child on his knee, while Hermione helped their oldest, home from Hogwarts for summer holiday, with her Transfiguration homework.
“Ah, now Harry-kins is glowing…” Ron started. “Um… Harry. You’re glowing. Really glowing!”
Harry couldn’t help but imaging what it would be like to read bedtime stories to his and Hermione’s kids. How proud he’d be when his son flew his first broom as he shouted, “Daddy, I’m doing it!” As Harry would beam with pride, he imagined Hermione would then walk up to him and tell him that she was pregnant again.
Ron was shielding his eyes to block out the golden rays that were emanating from his best mate’s body. He turned to Hermione to ask her what was going on, but was a little taken back to see her basking in the magical light. The look on her face was pure joy and love. The red haired wizard muttered a simple “wow” in awe.
“Don’t worry, Ron,” Hermione beamed as she relished Harry’s light. “Apparently Harry’s just inadvertently tapped into his love core.”
Finally noticing that he was throwing off light, Harry pushed the image of a family into the back of his mind and the glow slowly disappeared. In an embarrassed tone, Harry murmured, “Sorry ’bout that.”
“Don’t worry, Harry,” Hermione said, still blushing and looking like she was the happiest witch in the world. “I really liked it.”
“Whoa, this is weird,” commend Ron as he rubbed his chest. “I feel all warm and tingly… and happy. Why?”
“I think that’s Harry’s power,” explained Hermione. “I hadn’t consciously noticed it before, but in retrospect, whenever Harry taps into his love core and casts a spell, or in this case emits a magical light, the target feels a sense of deep, abiding love and happiness.”
“Really?” asked Harry. He was stunned at Hermione’s revelation concerning his magic.
“Yes, I realize it now that when you hit me with the super-charged Cheering Charm, not only did I feel ridiculously happy, but I also felt so much love,” answered Hermione. She added in an undertone, obviously hoping Ron wouldn’t hear; “And I felt it as well when you added your love to your Parselmouth magic.”
“You did?” Harry asked, in an awed undertone.
“Well, yes in hindsight I noticed it,” breathed Hermione. “Of course at the time, I was kind of overwhelmed with other feelings.”
“Why would it matter if Harry added his love energy to his Parselmouth abilities?” Ron interrupted. Apparently, his hearing was much better that Harry and Hermione had given him credit for.
“Never mind!” both Harry and Hermione commanded.
“Alright,” Ron said looking confused. Harry and Hermione both breathed a sigh of relief.
“Anyway, back to what I was saying,” Hermione changed subjects, away from Harry’s talented tongue. “Let’s say, hypothetically of course, that we have children.” Harry fought the joyous thoughts of starting a family with Hermione very hard as she continued. “And let’s say, after we’ve had two children, that I’m feeling a little amorous….”
“/Amo/-what-/us?/” interrupted Ron.
“Randy, Ron,” explained Hermione. Ron muttered an ‘oh’ in comprehension and Hermione continued. “Well, as I said, I’m amorous and I would like to perhaps give you another ‘birthday present’. Would you allow me to do that?” she asked, putting extra emphasis on the phrase “birthday present.”
A naughtily little grin appeared on Harry’s face at the recollection of the last ‘birthday present’ that he had received from Hermione. Even though his grin told Hermione his answer, Harry blurted out an overzealous, “YES!”
“Why wouldn’t you give him a birthday present, especially if you were married?” asked Ron, oblivious to the meaning of the phrase ‘birthday present’ when it came to his two friends. “It would be expected, I’d think.”
“That’s my point,” Hermione agreed, a knowing smile on her lips. Those luscious lips that made Harry and ‘Harry, Jr.’ so very happy.
Harry realized that Mrs. Weasley’s advice was moot concerning his aim when he considered Hermione’s version of a ‘birthday present.’ If Hermione swallowed, he wouldn’t have to worry about getting anything in her eyes.
“And what about Christmas presents?” asked Ron, still being Ron and not catching on.
“Oh well, Christmas is a very special occasion isn’t it?” Hermione asked. Her knowing smile abruptly changed into a naughty one. “Being his wife, I’d have to give him an extra special ‘gift’, wouldn’t I?” She emphasized her point by tossing her hands up into the air in a/ “why not?”/ gesture but then brought them back down rapidly on her own bum, causing a smacking noise.
To Ron, Hermione’s actions were completely innocent. But to Harry, it was less innocent and much more reminiscent of the “Smack my bottom” side of Hermione.
“And if he’s your husband,” Ron added, “he should give you birthday presents as well.”
“Of course,” Hermione agreed by subtly gesturing toward her groin. Of course, Ron didn’t catch the reference, but Harry did. Harry’s eyes glossed over at the memory of his lips on her flower.
“And don’t forget about his Christmas presents to you,” concluded Ron.
In a form of agreement, Hermione copied the same “why not?” gesture she had performed earlier and smacked her bottom again. She added, “I’d go as far to say that he wouldn’t need a special occasion to give me ‘presents.'”
A pressure in his boxers drew Harry’s attention. His fear about ‘Harry, Jr.’ not wanting to ever play again due to Mrs. Weasley’s advice and the accompanying visions was just proven wrong. Apparently, all the innuendos and imagery that Hermione was throwing out caught/ ‘Harry, Jr.’s/ proverbial eye. The organ woke up slowly as if from a deep and troubled sleep and began to look around. At first Harry was overjoyed because this minor action proved he wasn’t permanently scarred by Mrs. Weasley’s words, or even Hermione’s joke about his mum and stags. But Harry’s joy quickly turned to dread; he hadn’t worn his robes today, and ‘Harry, Jr.’ was starting to stand up causing a bulge to rapidly appear in his jeans. Normally, this wouldn’t have been a bad thing, but Ron was standing just a few feet away. And best mates shouldn’t see each other’s bits. Yes, Ron had unfortunately seen Harry’s bits, but Ron had not seen them… happy and ready for playtime/./
“But, I don’t get it,” started Ron, a confused look in his eyes. “I thought we were talking about our parents and sex, not presents. I mean…” Ron paused and his confused look was quickly replaced by disgust.
You see, Harry was in such fear of Ron seeing ‘Harry, Jr.’ at half-mast that he was too petrified to cover up.
“FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN, MAN!” shouted Ron and his hand shot up in front of his eyes in a vain attempt to block the sight of a partially aroused /’Harry, Jr.’/. “You’re a perverted bugger, aren’t you? All we were talking about was presents, and you go and get a hard-” Ron halted his tirade and looked at Hermione who was practically in hysterics. Tears of laughter streamed down her bright read cheeks and she was biting her fingers, trying to stop herself from laughing out loud. “You were talking about sex weren’t you?”
“YES!” Hermione proudly declared and slapped the table with her hand. Her riotous laughter echoed off the walls of the Great Hall.
“Well at least I know Harry’s-” Ron began in a dejected tone.
“Yeah, yeah I know,” interrupted Harry, “I’m a true Gryffindor because I ‘dress right.'”
“I was gonna say that ‘at least you weren’t permanently scarred by my mum,'” corrected Ron. “Unlike me. I’ll die a virgin simply because, every time I’m with a woman I’ll either think about seeing my sister’s ‘/Wizard’s Sleeve/’ or my dad’s stuff all over my mum’s face.”
And with that, Harry’s erection vanished. He wasn’t sure if it was the mention of a cum-covered Mrs. Weasley or the mere thought of Gin-Gin, the Erection Killer that caused the sudden deflation.
“But I guess it’s good that you’re a ‘TrueGryffindor,'” added a sullen faced Ron. He pushed his plate away from him in disgust.
“Don’t worry, Ron,” Hermione attempted to comfort her friend. “I’m sure once you find the right girl, you’ll be a raging Hungarian Horntail.”
“I doubt that,” pouted Ron. He showed just how much he doubted that he would ever be able to “rise” to the occasion by poking his groin as if to check if it was alive.
“Trust me, with the right girl…” Hermione paused and shared a knowing look with Harry. “You’ll be so astonished by your virility that you’ll wonder if it’ll ever go down.”
“I’ll believe that when I see it,” mumbled Ron.
“How about you go back to the tower and take a kip?” suggested Hermione. “You’ll feel better after one.”
Ron nodded his head dejectedly, and sulked off to the Common Room. Ron muttered as he walked off; “I hope I don’t dream about my sister’s thing…”
“Poor Ron,” moaned Hermione. Harry nodded his head; he himself was nearly traumatized by seeing Ginny thrashing about on the floor naked, let alone Mrs. Weasley’s comments. Even though Harry tended to look at Mrs. Weasley as a mother-figure, and Ginny had a physical resemblance to his actual mother, Harry was not actually related to them. Ron was however, and Harry could only imagine what his friend was going through right now. Upon noticing Harry’s concerned look, Hermione said “Don’t worry, Harry. Once we set Ron up with Luna, he’ll forget about what his mother said and even about seeing Ginny’s bits.”
“I don’t know, Hermione,” said Harry worriedly. “I can’t see Luna’s feminine wiles chasing Ron’s demons away.” Harry liked Luna and he thought that she was rather pretty; it was just that Harry couldn’t see the petite Ravenclaw curing Ron’s mental state.
“I have a plan,” Hermione countered cryptically.
Still dubious of using Luna to boost Ron’s feelings, Harry offered, “Maybe we should consider the Patil twins for Ron after all?”
“Which one; Padma or Parvati?” asked Hermione.
“The twins – both of them,” Harry knew that it would be doubtful to bag both witches at the same time, but he also believed that they would be the only way to alleviate Ron’s predicament. Harry knew, just as every man knows, the sun seems to shine a little brighter when twins are involved. “Once Ron sees them play for a bit, he’ll forget all of his worries and join in.”
“Wait a minute,” began Hermione. Harry could tell by the look in her eye and the tone of her voice that she was about to enter “lecture mode.” “Ginny looks like your mother to the point that just the thought of figurative incest makes you run in fear. But you’re suggesting that two sisters stimulate each other for Ron’s pleasure. And you’re not bothered by the idea?”
“Course not.”
“Why is that?”
“Because they’re twins,” Harry answered a touch perturbed. Even though she was the brightest witch in their generation, sometimes Hermione’s simplicity could astonish Harry. Didn’t she even know the world-famous “it’s always better with twins” theory?
“You’re telling me that you would find an act of incest exciting? The mere thought of Padma… going down on Parvati is sexy to you?” Hermione asked, which was a mistake. It was a mistake because the image that she had described had entered Harry’s mind.
His eyes glossed over and he felt a pressure build up once more in his boxers as ‘Harry, Jr.’ started to wake up. At first Hermione didn’t notice Harry’s reaction and she continued to rant. “I mean, could you imagine Parvati sticking her finger in Padma’s quim?” And that is just what Harry did, and he imagined it quite well, thank you. Hermione finally noticed Harry’s state.
“For heaven’s sake, Harry!” she scolded.
But Harry didn’t hear his girlfriend. He was preoccupied with the very intriguing image of a twin getting a sticky finger from her sister.
“Harry, they’re sisters!” hissed Hermione. But her arguments fell on deaf ears, Harry was lost in his thoughts and judging by his bulge in his shorts, they were happy thoughts. There were two ways that Hermione knew would bring Harry back to reality. The first was to hit him with a Cold Water Charm, aimed directly at his groin. The sudden jet of frigid water to the crotch would probably enrage Harry, but it would end his perverted thoughts. The second way was one that Hermione knew to be much more insidious. Seeing how much of a prat he was being, she opted for the second.
Hermione walked up to Harry and whispered in his ear, “What was it like to have Ginny’s lips wrapped around your balls?”
The wonderful image of the Patil twins frolicking was destroyed by the image of Gin-Gin, the Erection Killer joining in on the fun. Harry groaned pitifully while ‘Harry, Jr.’ ran in fear.
“Incest is bad,” Hermione said in a patronizing way. “We’re not pure-blood bigots.”
She alleviated his quickly developing sour mood – a perfectly good fantasy dealing with the Patil twins and a jar of peanut butter was ruined forever thanks to Hermione mentioning Ginny – by kissing his lips. Harry’s bitterness evaporated completely as Hermione kissed him. Who could care about twins when someone as perfect as Hermione was around. Harry decided to change his fantasy so that, instead of the twins, it would feature him alone with Hermione and the jar of peanut butter. Yes, that’d do quite nicely.
“Let’s go write a letter to Luna,” breathed Hermione. “We need to ask her if she’d be willing to go on a date with Ron.”
After writing the letter which asked Luna to meet with Harry and Hermione, the pair walked to the Owlery and found Hedwig. After Hedwig showed her anger for being so unused in recent days, the snowy owl took the post and flew off.
**
The next day, Hermione decided to begin the hunt for the Horcruxes in earnest.
“Well, we definitely know the location of one Horcrux: Number Twelve,” Hermione stated as Ron and Harry listened. “And we can be fairly certain that it won’t have any traps surrounding it.”
“Okay,” Ron said glumly. He apparently was still in a deep depression because of his recent traumatic experiences. “I’ve got nothing better to do.”
Harry felt bad for his friend and hoped that Hermione’s plan would pull him from his stupor.
“Alright, let’s go,” announced Hermione. “Harry, go fetch the Sword.”
“Sword? What sword?” asked Harry.
“Don’t you remember, the Sword of Gryffindor?” reminded Hermione. “We need it to destroy the Horcrux.”
“Oh yeah, that,” Harry said, finally remembering the ancient weapon currently stashed in his trunk. “I’d forgotten about it.”
After fetching his sword, Harry met up with Hermione and Ron as they were making their way to the Headmistress’ office.
“About yesterday,” began Ron as the climbed the stairs to McGonagall’s office. “When Harry tapped into his love magic… well you said that you felt love when he hit with the Cheering Charm.”
“Yes, I didn’t notice it at first, but in retrospect, I do believe that I felt love,” explained Hermione.
“Okay then,” Ron continued. “So did Harry use his love magic when he used that super Stunner to knock out all those Death Eaters at Godric’s Hollow?”
“Yes,” replied Harry while Hermione began to open the door.
“Well, doesn’t that mean they would’ve felt Harry’s love when they were knocked out?” asked Ron.
Both Harry and Hermione froze as that question filled their minds. ‘Did the Death Eaters have a sense of love as they were stunned?’ Harry’s ponderings were abruptly ended when a pink haired witch greeted them.
“Wotcher, kids,” Tonks heralded with a wicked grin on her face. If Harry had not been so preoccupied about Ron’s question about the effect of his love magic on the Death Eaters, he would’ve been concerned about her grin. “Where’re you three off to?”
“Oh, just a little adventure,” Hermione responded a touch cryptically. Both Harry and Hermione knew that they could trust Tonks with the secret of the Horcruxes, but they also realized that the fewer the people who knew, the less trouble there’d be. “What brings you here?”
“Actually, I need to ask you lot a question,” Tonks began, her normally chipper mood suddenly became serious. “We were able to rennervate the Death Eaters Harry stunned….” Harry found it oddly coincidental that Tonks had mentioned the Death Eaters right when he and his friends were doing the same. “But we can’t revive my bitch of an aunt, Bellatrix.” Harry, Hermione, and Ron all shuddered at the mention of the unnaturally hairy witch. “She isn’t unconscious, but she isn’t responsive either.”
“Oh,” Harry replied nervously.
“That what Bellatrix says. A lot,” Tonks continued. “She just stares off into space and every once in a while she mutters an ‘oh’ and shivers.”
Harry looked over at Hermione who looked back at him. Whereas Harry’s look told Hermione that he was nervous and worried that Tonks would find out that he didn’t hit Bellatrix with a Stunner but actually made her have a mind blowing – literally- orgasm, Hermione’s look clearly told Harry that he was never allowed to use that specific ‘Pleasure Point’ technique on her; the repercussions were obviously too much.
“The Healers at St Mungo’s have been trying to revive her, but can’t seem to find a way,” Tonks explained. “She isn’t stunned. She isn’t unconscious; she’s just there, totally unresponsive to the world. As I said, the only thing she does is say /’oh’ /every now. And then her whole body just… shivers. Right after that, she gets the biggest grin I’ve ever seen on a person. Every time. It’s weird. Did you hit her with something other than a Stunner?” she asked Harry.
“NO!” Harry replied, a little too vehemently.
“Oh, well then, I’ll just head back and give the Healers an update,” Tonks stated and made her way to the fireplace. “I was hoping that maybe you might have an idea as to what was wrong with her. Not really a big loss, if you ask me.” She threw in a pinch of floo and said in a clear voice “St. Mungo’s!”
Before she disappeared, Harry could’ve sworn Tonks smiled wickedly and winked at him. Whatever the reason for this, Harry had no idea.
“Might I ask where this adventure of yours will take you?” asked McGonagall who was sitting behind her desk shuffling through some parchments.
“Oh, we’re going to Grimmaud Place,” Hermione replied.
“Why in heaven’s name are you going there?” inquired McGonagall.
“Um… we…. Ah…” Hermione stuttered trying to find a plausible excuse that would mask their real intentions for going to number twelve.
“We’re going to find… Kreacher…?” Harry offered very weakly. It wasn’t the truth, but he couldn’t tell McGonagall that the three of them were going on a mystical scavenger hunt, now could he?
“Kreacher is missing?” the Headmistress screeched and shot out of her chair. “How did that happen?”
“I kinda… told him he could…leave,” Harry admitted even more weakly. “And then he… kinda… told those Death Eaters to attack us at Godric’s Hollow.”
“That house-elf is too much of a loose cannon to be left wandering around,” McGonagall said. “Summon him here right now.”
“How can I do that?” asked Harry.
“That house-elf is your property, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall explained. “He is bound to you. All you have to do is call for him”
In that moment, Harry felt very slow witted; he had completely forgotten that he could call for his house-elf and that Kreacher would be compelled to obey. But in Harry’s defense, he had forgotten about the traitorous creature shortly after he had realized that it was Kreacher who had told Bellatrix to attack. Of course, the reason that Harry had forgotten was that was the time that a fairly nude Gin-Gin, the Erection Killer had molested him. Any thoughts he had regarding the house-elf had been quickly pushed to the back of his mind.
“Kreacher!” Harry called out in a clear voice. With a small pop, the dirty little house-elf stood in front of him.
“No! No! No! Master Harry Potter brat is supposed to be not living!” Kreacher cried out. “Mistress Bella said you’s be as good as not alive!”
“Where have you been?” asked Harry.
“Kreacher has been preparing the most noble house of Black for its proper owners,” answered Kreacher. Harry could tell that each word that the house-elf spoke was agony; it was obvious that Kreacher didn’t want to respond, but the bond forced him.
The vile house-elf threw himself to the floor wailing, “No! No! No! No!” as Hermione directed her attention to Harry.
“I hate to say this, but I agree with Professor McGonagall; he’s too dangerous to be allowed to roam around,” she said, ashamed to admit that this house-elf couldn’t be saved. “A simple slip of the tongue, and he’ll interpret it as a command to run back to his favored masters.”
“We could tell him that you are the Great One,” offered Harry. “And that he has to…”
Harry paused his line of thought because of the icy glare his girlfriend was giving him. It told Harry without words that she was very uncomfortable with being the prophesized savior of the house-elves and didn’t want to use any power that came with it. The glare also told him that if he ever wanted her to touch ‘Harry, Jr.’ again that he should shut up.
Added to Harry’s fear from Hermione’s expression was a little resentment. Hermione wasn’t opposed to using her status of the Great One to make sure Harry didn’t eat the foods he’d like, but she wouldn’t use them to control Kreacher.
As Harry shrunk from Hermione’s cold stare, Kreacher decided to show how displeased he was that Harry was still alive by biting Ron’s shin.
“You lousy little…” Ron screamed while trying to kick the offending vermin off of his leg. “Call him off Harry!” pleaded Ron.
But Harry had to carefully word his command because, knowing Kreacher, the little shite would take it as an order to leave. If only Kreacher was like Dobby; Harry never had to worry that any order that he gave Dobby would be misinterpreted as “go to the Death Eaters and tell them that they can kill me or someone I care about.” Of course, Dobby tended to be a little overzealous at times, taking the order to extremes much like he had when Harry had asked him to trail Draco last year. Harry’s mind wondered to a very disturbing thought in concern to his “overzealous” nature; Dobby admitted to “finishing off” his former mistress, Narcissa, when his former master, Lucius, had fallen asleep after sex. He imagined poor Dobby being yelled at by Narcissa for his lack of style and talent in the sack.
Then a clever, devious, and very nasty thought came to mind.
“Kreacher, come here,” Harry commanded. The house-elf did try to follow his master’s order, however, his master had not told him to let go of the red haired one and he attempted to drag the screaming wizard by his mouth.
“MAKE HIM STOP!” hollered Ron as the wrinkly house-elf tugged at his leg.
“Let him go and come here,” Harry ordered calmly. With a cross between a whimper and a growl, Kreacher released Ron and crawled over to Harry. “Now, Kreacher , I have something very important for you to do…”
“Be careful, Harry,” implored Hermione.
“Now, Narcissa Malfoy’s husband has been in Azkaban for over a year now,” Harry began.
“Master Luci only there because Master Harry Potter brat put him there,” interrupted Kreacher.
“Yes, I know it’s my fault,” agreed Harry. Ron, McGonagall, and Hermione looked at Harry as if he had lost his mind. “So I want to make it up to Narcissa. She has been very lonely these past few months and I want you to keep her company. But you have to keep her company in a very special way.”
“What kind of way would Kreacher have to keep mistress Narci company?” the house-elf asked dubiously.
Harry paused for dramatic effect before replying; “Amorous company.”
“What?” everyone in the Headmistress’ office screeched (including every single magical painting).
“Yes, amorous,” repeated Harry. “I know for a fact that Narcissa likes the touch of an elf.”
Kreacher shrugged his shoulders in acceptance. Everyone in the office could tell that the house-elf wasn’t keen on the idea of bedding a witch, but he liked it over the idea of being at the castle with blood traitors, the unclean witch, and his half-blood master.
“There are a few rules, though,” added Harry. “First; you must not communicate with anyone in any way. No speaking, no making sounds what-so-ever, no hand gestures, no writing, nothing. Second; you must be affectionate and amorous to Narcissa every waking moment – that’s your waking moments, not necessarily hers. Third, you can only be affectionate and amorous to Narcissa’s lower part of her right leg, her shin or calf only.
“Do you understand?” concluded Harry to which Kreacher nodded his head pitifully. “Repeat my orders.”
“Kreacher mustn’t be talking or nothing to anybody…” the house-elf gulp nervously before continuing. “And Kreacher must be making fun-time with Mistress Narci’s leg.”
“The lower part of her right leg,” corrected Harry.
“Yes, Kreacher must be making fun-time with Mistress Narci’s lower right leg all the time,” the surly elf repeated angrily.
“Fine then, go and do your duty” Harry commanded. Kreacher frowned and disappeared with a crack.
After staring dumbly at Harry for a good minute; Hermione asked, “Let me get this straight,” she began. “You ordered Kreacher to hump Narcissa Malfoy’s leg?”
“The lower part of her right leg,” Harry corrected.
“Constantly?” questioned Hermione.
“Yes, constantly,” answered Harry with a devilish smile.
All at the same time, Ron, McGonagall, and Hermione shuddered. Harry assumed that they were quite disturbed by the image of the wrinkly old house-elf rubbing his bits on Draco’s mother’s calf while kissing her knee.
“Alright,” Harry said, drawing everyone out of their disturbing images. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Wait a second,” interrupted McGonagall. “Why are you still going to Grimmauld Place if you’ve already taken care of Kreacher?”
“Um…” Harry began. He was all out of ideas so he turned his left to Hermione.
“Err…” Hermione muttered and turned to Ron on her left, because, apparently, she was out of ideas as well.
Ron didn’t even try to hem or haw, he just immediately looked to his left. Unfortunately, no one was to Ron’s left, which left him in a pickle.
Now, it was very unfair for Harry and Hermione to do this to Ron. When he was under pressure, Ron tended to either lock up, babble incoherently, or sometimes scream much like he did when he asked Fleur out to the Yule Ball. This time, he managed to do all three at the same time.
At first, he spent a good ten seconds staring at McGonagall in shock. The Headmistress watched Ron with a calm demeanor for the first five seconds of silence, but then her appearance became quite stern because she was obviously upset that Ron wasn’t answering. This caused Ron to become even more nervous and made his blood pressure spike – mind you; Harry and Hermione were looking at him expectantly as well, which just increased his blood pressure even more. Ron’s face turned an unhealthy shade of red and sweat poured off of his body.
Then, he finally forced himself to speak. Which was a mistake.
“I like kittens,” he mumbled at such a low voice that his audience of McGonagall, Harry, and Hermione leaned in very close to Ron. Which was unfortunate on their part seeing that Ron was about to enter his shouting phase. “I HAVEN’T GOTTEN WOOD IN DAYS”
All three of the listeners recoiled and began rubbing their ears in an attempt to ease the pain – that and vainly try to physically remove the sad image that Ron just gave them.
“Aw, that’s too bad, boy,” a gruff voice sounded from somewhere in the shadows. “Might I suggest a good ol’ fashioned ‘Hogwarts Express Pleasure Train’? Granger can be the engine, Potter the coal cart. Minerva can be the passenger compartment, Weasley the luggage compartment. And I’ll be the caboose!”
“Don’t you bother anyone else?” Hermione hissed irritable as the ghost of Gryffindor stepped out of the darkness.
“I bother a number of people, love,” Gryffindor said proudly. “You lot are my favorite, though.”
“Did he… did he just offer to bugger me?” asked a now very white face Ron. You see, it wasn’t everyday that a ghost stated that he wanted to bum-shag him. In fact, no one ever had; living or dead.
“Any port in a storm, boy,” Gryffindor confirmed with a very scary smile causing Ron to shudder.
“What the hell are you doing here?” demanded Harry. He hadn’t realized when had moved, but he found himself standing in front of Hermione, shielding her from the lecherous spirit.
“I’m a ghost, I don’t eat, I don’t sleep, I get bored,” explained Gryffindor.
“We’d like to stay and chat,” began Hermione. Harry turned to see her throw some floo powder into the fireplace. “But we have to leave.”
Once the flames turned green, Hermione stepped in and announced her destination in a loud and clear voice, “Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.” And she disappeared.
Harry tried to follow directly after Hermione but Ron halted him. “Let me go first,” Ron offered nervously. “That way I can catch you when you fall through the floo.”
Harry could tell that wasn’t Ron’s real intention by the fearful look in his eyes. Even though Harry wanted to put as much distance between Gryffindor’s ghost and himself as soon as possible, he allowed Ron to go first. Harry reckoned that with all the troubling images that Ron had suffered lately he deserved to get away from the ghost who wanted to part of a McGonagall/Ron/Gryffindor sandwich.
After Harry nodded, Ron hopped into the floo and shouted, “Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place!” and disappeared.
Harry grabbed a pinch of powder and stepped into the green fire. He looked apologetically at McGonagall whose face was a mask of dread. He could tell that the Headmistress was pleading with her eyes; saying something along the lines of “Don’t leave me alone with Gryffindor!” Harry hated to abandon McGonagall with the perverted specter, but he had to go and destroy the Horcrux. “Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place,” he declared and began spinning.
Ron was true to his word and caught Harry when he came flinging out of the floo. However, this only caused both wizards to go crashing into the kitchen table causing a very loud racket which woke up the magical painting of Mrs. Black.
“WHAT GOING ON?” the painting screeched. “WHO’S THERE?
“I hate that thing,” said Hermione as she covered her ears to protect herself from Mrs. Black’s unnaturally loud voice.
“WHO DARES TO ENTER MY HOUSE?” shouted Mrs. Black.
“Let’s shut her up before we find the Horcrux,” said Harry.
“ANSWER ME OR FACE MY WRATH!”
“I agree,” replied Hermione.
“KREACHER! KREACHER, MY FAITHFUL SERVANT, WHERE ARE YOU?” the painting called out. “IF THEY ARE OF GOOD STOCK, WELCOME THEM! BUT IF THEY ARE BLOOD TRAITORS, OR WORSE, THROW THE FILTH OUT!”
The trio scampered out of the kitchen and into the hall. Harry had hoped to draw the heavy curtains to muffle Mrs. Black, but he was surprised to see them missing.
“Where the hell are the curtains?” Ron asked, apparently he had the same idea as Harry.
“VILE COMTEMPTUOUS VERMIN!” Mrs. Black screamed even louder upon noticing Harry and his friends. “YOU FILTH ARE NOT WELCOMED HERE!”
Hermione whipped out her wand and began to wave it in front of the painting as Mrs. Black continued to scream and holler. A curtain made out of some kind of thin fabric appeared in front of the bellowing Mrs. Black. Unfortunately, it did little to stop the dead woman’s screams. In fact, her screams tore the curtain to threads.
“She’s distracting me too much,” admitted Hermione. “I can’t concentrate properly to make a strong enough fabric!”
“THAT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE A MUDBLOOD AND A HARLOT!” called out Mrs. Black.
“I am not!” defended Hermione.
“ARE TOO!” retorted the painting.
“AM NOT!” counted Hermione.
“ARE TOO!”
Hermione took a step back and a calming breath. “I cannot believe I’m having such a childish argument with a painting of a dead person!” She turned to Harry and simply said, “Make her stop.”
“How?” asked Harry.
“I don’t know,” stated Hermione. “You’re the most powerful one here. Just tap into your love core and cast a spell on her.”
“I’ll try,” Harry said dubiously. He leveled his wand at the painting.
“DO YOUR WORST, BOY!” Mrs. Black taunted. “BETTER WIZARDS THAN YOU HAVE TRIED AND FAILED! AND YOU”RE NOTHING MORE THAN A HALF-BLOOD!”
Harry tried to focus on his love, but it proved rather difficult. The mad witch in the painting did a good job of pissing him off, and therefore he had too much trouble focusing on loving thoughts or memories. Hermione must have realized that her boyfriend was having difficulty because she placed her hand in his. Harry turned and looked into her lovely hazel eyes. She placed a chaste kiss on his lips and Harry felt a tingle wash over his body. He turned back to the portrait and pushed that tingling sensation through his wand. A flash of white light erupted from Harry’s wand and Mrs. Black’s eyes glazed over.
“What was that?” Hermione asked as she looked at the still form of Mrs. Black. “What spell did you use?”
“I dunno,” muttered Harry. He turned his attention to his girlfriend and tried to explain. “I just focused on my power is all.”
“Oh, Harry,” a sing-song voice called softly from the portrait. The trio of friends all turned back to the painting and gasped at what they saw. The overall picture had not changed; it was still an elderly Mrs. Black sitting in front of a bookcase. But what had changed was her demeanor and expression. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a twinkle in her eyes; one might even argue that it was a loving twinkle. “Hullo, my dear, dear Harry,” Mrs. Black greeted with a cute little wave. Harry cringed. “It’s been so long since my husband passed away. I’m in need of a good rogering!”
Harry felt very dizzy. Here was a painting of an old woman asking him to shag her.
“I know I’m just a painting,” Mrs. Black continued. “But you can rub your willy against the canvas and we can pretend.”
Harry turned to look at Ron and Hermione for help. But both of them were staring, open mouthed and in shock at the painting.
“Here, let me give you something that will stimulate you, my beautiful Half-Blood,” Mrs. Black offered and began to pull down her blouse. Harry ran like a bat out of hell before Mrs. Black could reveal even an inch of pasty flesh! He tore around the corner and was up the stairs before he heard Ron and Hermione scream. Thunderous footfalls announced that his friends had finally come to their senses and ran. Hermione dove at Harry and wrapped her trembling arms around his chest. Ron slumped against the wall and muttered, “So saggy… so very saggy…”
“Did you see the tattoo?” Hermione murmured with fear evident in her voice.
“Tattoo? I thought that was a birthmark,” replied Ron in a dead, lifeless voice.
“No, it was a tattoo of the Black Family crest,” corrected Hermione. She buried her face into Harry’s chest and cried softly. “Why would anyone do that to their own tit?”
Harry gently ran his fingers through his girlfriend’s hair in an attempt to sooth her troubled mind. Of course, while he was doing that, he was valiantly trying not to imagine the Black Family Crest tattooed on any part of Mrs. Black’s body much less her so very saggy boobs.
The three friends sat in silence for a good long time… well mostly in silence. Every once in a while, Mrs. Black would call out things like “Harry, I’m waiting for you,” “I know what a wizard really likes,” and Harry’s personal mind scarring favorite; “I’m so wet I need a mop!”
“Okay, let’s get this over with,” Harry stated with just a sight tremble in his voice. The trio came up with the ingenious plan to sneak by Mrs. Black’s painting with their eyes shut (so they wouldn’t see the wrinkly hag) with Harry in the lead. Harry bolted by Mrs. Black (who was shouting “Harry, my heart of hearts; look what I can do with my fist!) with his eyes firmly shut. He was hoping that his memory would lead him to the kitchen. This, as many things in Harry’s life, didn’t go as planed. He ran into a wall twice (Harry was fairly certain it was the same wall), tripped over Ron’s feet when he had tried to backtrack (he knew that it was Ron’s feet because of their size), and bumped up against Hermione a grand total of three times (the first two times were accidents — the third time, however, was a blatant boob squeeze moment; Harry couldn’t help it, he really did like her boobs and he was a teenager after all). The trio finally came crashing into the kitchen with Mrs. Black still calling out; “Oh, Harry, my wondrous love, imagine your trouser basilisk in here instead of my fist!”
Hermione slammed the door and cast several Silencing Charms on it, finally blocking out the wretched old witch’s cries of passion.
“Why didn’t you just do that before?” asked Ron as Hermione put the finishing touches on her charms. “Why did we go up there and try to quiet her when we could’ve just Silenced the door?”
“I didn’t see you offer to do it!” Hermione shot back.
“I’m not the brains of-” countered Ron.
“That’s obvious-”
“Stop it!” shouted Harry. He knew that Hermione and Ron were a little on edge because of Mrs. Black’s antics and that they were just venting their frustrations on each other, but they had a mission. “Let’s do this.” Harry finished by pulling Gryffindor’s sword out of his robes.
At first, it seemed that Harry had lost control and was slashing the sword about madly. It swung in Harry’s hands this way and that; it was if the sword had a will of its own.
“Watch where you swing that thing,” Ron warned as he dodged behind the kitchen table.
After a brief moment of panic, Harry remembered that Gryffindor had told him that the sword would act like a divining rod when it was near one of the Horcuxes. “Don’t worry,” announced Harry. “It’s just searching for the Horcrux.”
Just as Harry finished his statement, the sword stopped swinging and pointed at the cupboard. Hermione stepped in front of Harry and opened the door. There, on the floor on top of a pile of rags, sat the golden cup of Hufflepuff.
“What do we do now?” Ron asked after the left the protection of the table and stood next to Harry.
“We destroy it,” answered Hermione as she too took her place next to Harry as well.
“Yeah, but how?” Ron wondered.
Harry was baffled. Gryffindor told him that the sword was supposed to be used to destroy the Horcruxes, but he didn’t say how to do it.
“Maybe it’s like a wand,” offered Hermione. “Try using a Blasting Hex using the sword as a wand.”
Willing to try anything at that moment, Harry pointed the sword at the cup and incanted; “Reducto!” and squinted his eyes. Harry was prepared for just about anything to happen. But nothing happened all. No destruction of the cup; no blasting hex; the sword didn’t even twitch or move in the slightest.
The cup sat unmoved and unscathed on top of the pile of rags, oblivious to Harry’s actions.
“It didn’t work,” Hermione stated aloud.
“Of course that didn’t work,” a gruff voice sounded from behind them. Harry groaned as he recognized the voice of the ghost of Gryffindor. “It’s not a wand. It’s a sword for Merlin’s sake.”
“He followed us?” Ron asked when the trio turned to face the perverted specter. “How’d he get here so quick?”
“I used the floo,” answered Gryffindor.
“But ghosts can’t do that,” Ron said frantically. “It’s impossible!”
“You’ll find that this ghost can do a number of things other ghost can’t do. Unfortunately,” Hermione informed. And as if to prove Hermione’s point, Gryffindor tweaked Ron’s nipple.
Harry ignored Ron’s yelp and demanded; “Well then, how the bloody hell do I use it?”
“It’s a sword,” Gryffindor said in a perturbed manner. “Its got a point: you stab with that end,” the ghost continued, speaking in a slow cadence to underscore his sarcasm. “It also has a cutting edge along the length of the blade: you can cut things that way.”
“Oh,” Harry, Hermione, and Ron all muttered at the same time. Of course, Ron had his hands pressed firmly over his nipples in order to protect them from the nasty ghost.
“‘Oh’ they say,” Gryffindor mocked. “Don’t they teach common sense at that school anymore? Thinking that a sword is more than a sword. Why would I create a sword if I was going to use magic through it? That’s what a wand is for.”
Harry tuned Gryffindor’s insults out and concentrated on the golden cup. His heart was beating like a drum as he held the blade hung over the Horcrux. ‘What will happen?’ Harry wondered to himself. ‘/Will it explode in fire and sparks? Will thick black smoke billow out of it?’ / Resolving himself to find out, Harry shut his eyes and let the sword fall toward the Hufflepuff relic. The edge of the blade tapped the cup gently and it broke apart with a barely audible “clink.”
That was it.
There was no explosion, no fire, no smoke, nor any bright lights; nothing. The Horcrux just laid there on the pile of rags, cut cleanly in two. Harry stared at it dumbly, waiting for something spectacular to happen, to confirm in a way that it had worked and more importantly that the fragment of Voldemort’s soul was destroyed. But nothing happen.
“Well, that’s a bit anti-climatic,” Ron stated, ending the silence, “wasn’t it?”
“Shouldn’t there have been an explosion or something?” asked Hermione.
“That’s what I was thinking,” answered Harry while still looking at the broken Horcrux, expecting it to do something… anything really.
Then it happened. At first it was a quiet sound, something that Harry had to strain his ears to hear, but slowly it grew. It was a scream full of agony and misery. It was pitiful to hear and Harry turned away from the horrible thing that was emanating the sound. Only to find that the scream wasn’t coming from the ruined Horcrux, but rather from the ghost of Godric Gryffindor. Apparently, the list of annoying talents the ghost possessed included the ability to throw his voice.
Even though the ghost was screaming pitifully, Harry could tell that Gryffindor was on the edge of a fit of laughter.
“Would you please stop that?” asked Harry mirthlessly.
Gryffindor abruptly stopped screaming and started laughing. Silvery tears of joy streamed down his face as Hermione spun around with a stunned look on her face. “That was you?” Hermione asked, scandalized. “We thought it was coming from the Horcrux!”
“Why would an inanimate object scream?” Gryffindor asked in-between peals of laughter.
“Because…. Because it’s a Horcrux!” Harry answered passionately.
“Big deal,” retorted Gryffindor. “What were you expecting? Something like the fragment of Voldemort’s soul taking shape and begin to jump around? Or even a flash of lightning? Why think small: why not have the walls come tumbling down around you?”
“Well… yes,” Harry replied sullenly. He had in fact, expected something along those lines to happen.
“Even if Voldemort had put a curse or hex to protect his soul fragment, my sword would’ve protected you from it,” informed the ghost. “Remember, I told you that already.”
“That’s no excuse to make fun of us,” Ron stated.
“Yes, it is!” Gryffindor replied, before another bout of laughter hit him.
Harry shook his head and signaled for Hermione and Ron to follow. As the trio made their way to the kitchen fire-place, Gryffindor asked, “Wait a tick, where are you lot going?”
“Back to Hogwarts,” answered Harry.
“All right, let me tag along,” Gryffindor said and fell in line behind Ron.
Harry and Hermione sighed while Ron gulped. None of them wanted the perverted ghost to follow them, they had had enough of his antics for a while. Then Harry got an idea; one that would hopefully entertain Gryffindor for a while and leave them alone.
“Oi, Gryffindor, there’s a magical painting of an old bird out there,” Harry started.
“So? There’s plenty of those paintings back home,” Gryffindor replied, dismissing Harry’s statement.
“This is different. She’s randy,” Harry said.
“Really!” Gryffindor said gleefully, reversing his stance on returning to Hogwarts. “Where’s this lovely lass?”
Harry pointed to the door and the ghost – somehow – threw the door open and scurried out. As Hermione disappeared in the fireplace; Harry could hear Gryffindor greet Mrs. Black. “Well, hello there, luv. NICE TATTOO!”
“Who are you?” Mrs. Black screeched. Ron practically jumped into the green flames and couldn’t say “Hogwarts” fast enough. “Where’s my beautiful half-blood, my prince of princes, Harry?”
“Oh, he’s a bit busy, poppet,” Gryffindor said silkily. “But he told me to entertain you for a bit.”
“Really?” Mrs. Black asked and Harry stepped into the flames and grabbed a pinch of floo powder. “Well I guess that’s fine then.”
“Hogwarts; Headmistress’ office!” announced Harry. But before he left Grimmauld Place, he heard Mrs. Black moan lustily and Gryffindor exclaim, “WOW! I’ve never seen anyone do that with their own fist before!”
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The manager is a whore….part 1
As James had fun with his new slaves he missed something a wife , a queen he knew it would be his long life crush Lisa …. and some slaves that he likes
Luke meets Gwen on a flight over to London on a Study Abroad program. After both join the Mile High Club, Gwen extends an invitation to Luke to attend a gathering with her family. Luke will soon realize this is not some typical house party, but rather an organized orgy hosted by Gwen’s kinky family.
I was frantic all day – I just couldn’t wait until 3:00 oclock came so i could see Kathy again.
her scent of our sex, left in my house, drove me crazy and it was all I could do to not masturbate all day so I had a good cock and good cum for later that day.
as 3:00 O’clock came, I heard Kathy and her daughter in the courtyard – where they being louder than usual to make sure I knew they were there?
I ran down the stairs, opened the door, and cooly strode into the courtyard…”oh HI ladies” I said….”lovely day for a courtyard dance isn’t it?” I asked Nancy – and she blushed….she was ADORABLE.
I went to Kathy, we didn’t kiss…but our eyes locked and met…knowingly….we could both tell our hearts were racing…she was blushing too….I guess I was also.
hi Kathy – did you have a good day at work, I asked…”yes she said, but ughhh…I have all this unpacking to do”…
“I’ll be glad to help you unpack” I said, dying to get her inside
“he’s nice mama, I like him” exclaimed Nancy….I looked at her big brown eyes, adoring me for being nice (I guess her dad was never nice) adn I said “well I like you too cutie” and again she blushed a deep red….
With that we all walked up stairs, Nancy running in her dress, leading the way – and man were there boxes everywhere as I walked in…I apartmet was the mirror image of mine, so I knew the layout adn for the next hour, we all carried boxes and placed them in their right room. I had the job of opening the boxes as well as carrying the heavy ones. This was good, as I got to see pretty much everything they had.
Kathy joked when I opened a box of Nancy’s clothes with underwear and socks on top “oh…cute underwear” she said…Nancy grabbed the box, BLUSHING…and running into her bedroom with it. “wait..” I called, “I didn’t even get to see” and we both started laughing.
with Nancy in her room – Kathy approached me, “thanks again for last nigt” she said, mashing he body to mine, and kissing…grinding her pussy into my growing erection..moaning….
we kissed and kissed, mashing…eventually hearing “ooooohhh mama…” when Nancy finally came out of her room, and we pulled away.
“would you stay for dinner?” Kathy asked, and with that Nancy started chanting “stay for dinner! stay for dinner!” and when I said “well…..I guess I can” knowing I had nothing really to do, they all cheered.
she didn’t cook – so we ordered out and we all sat on the sectional in the living room, Nancy kept getting up coming over to me and taking my hand whenever she had a question. Her mom said “do you have to hold Stevies hand every time you have a question?”, she blushed, but I saved her with “I like that, it’s a good tradition, you can hold my hand whenever you want” and this made her blush even more.
I could tell she liked my attentiveness and approval of her, it made her feel good, and it made me feel good too at that.
every time Nancy turned around, Kathy would kiss me, or if Nancy went to the bathroom, we’d kiss and she’d rub my cock through my pants, while I rubbed her ‘a’ cup breasts or pussy, both of us torturing each other. I knew I was not leaving this house until we had fucked again, she had me soooo horny.
We talked and talked and eventually Nancy had to go to bed, so she went and got changed into her PJ’s – really a long nightie, and came out and said good night and gave me a hug and I kissed her and said good nigt, her eyes all aglow and gleaming as she went back to the bedroom where Kathy was waiting to tuck her in.
Kathy hadn’t returned for 2 seconds before we were laying on the sectional, kissing and peeling each other clothes off again until her panties were around her ankles and my pants and underwear off, desperately fucking her…her pussy was HOT inside, and so WET and she was so skinny and tight, we fucked and fucked and when I came, she held me tight, to make sure I came inside her…I did not complain….we laid naked on the sofa…her in front of me, watching tv, talking and when I was hard again she took my cock and inserted into her pussy agian from behind, this time we fucked slowly, side by side, for a LONG LONG time..until I came inside her like that. “do you want to sleep over?” she asked…and took my hand and we wlaked naked, past Nancy’s room to the bed room, where we fucked again and fell asleep naked.
I woke up in the morning, to the aroma of coffee, and a massive erection…my cock hadn’t seen this much action in a long long time…I was thinking that I was with a nympho, and my thought was confirmed, when Kathy came in with a cup of coffee and blew me while I sat up and drank the cup….after I put it down I was able to lay back and give her the semen I knew she craved. when we heard Nancy stirring, Kathy put on my t-shirt that I had worn the night before, while I slipped on my pants and we both came out into the kitchen.
“good morning sunshine” I smiled and said to Nancy who stood there wide eyed, seeing a man, maybe really for hte first time in her house. as I sat at the kitchen chair, she came over to me and stood in between my legs…and grabbed my hands, playing with them “why are you here so early?” she asked “where’s your shirt?”, “why is mama wearing it?”, “can I wear it when she’s done”…and I would chuckle and answer her questions…finally I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and said “well today is Saturday, no one has to work, we can do whatever we want”.
“how about some breakfast first” Kathy asked – to a resounding “YAY” from Nancy and I – and Kathy said, “you guys go watch cartoons, and I’ll bring them into the living room when done” so we bounded off to the living room and Nancy sat practically in my lap, she was fascinated by me…and like her mom, couldn’t keep her hands off me!
when Kathy came out witht he breakfast, we all sat eating it, well Kathy and I did, Nancy was full of energy, curiosity, and asking me a million questions…Kathy said “if you don’t eat that, it’s going to get cold and I won’t be happy”, which made Nancy pout..
I said “would you like me to feed it to you, and she smiled, and blushed, and nodded yes, so she sat in my lap, while I fork fed her the eggs. When she was done, I kissed her cheek and said “good girl, now can you bring these plates into the kitchen, and as she skipped into the kitchen, mom scooted over, caressing my cock through my pants…and said “do you have enough energy again?”…looking at me with her big black eyes….
that confirmed it – I was with a nympho..and a daughter who never had male attenion….I said “YES…” getting horny…and we slipped into the bedroom where we fucked standing up…
Kathy was very very very affectionate – I was nice to her, very sweet to her daughter, and she showed her appreciation by LOTS OF kisses, hugs, hand holding, body rubs…straddles…much of the time in front of her daughter…who imitated mom.
I have to admit, 2 sexy girls…one 27 and one 7…straddling me, kissing my face all over…loving me was amazing.
I in turn would get so hot and worked up while Nancy straddled me, kissing me, imitating her mom and that would lead to me fucking her mom like an animal several times a day – everyone was happy.
essentially, on day 3 – I was basically living with them.
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To prelude the story, I’ll start off by saying that it is indeed a 100% true story. Names of all of the people except for my brother and I were omitted to protect their identities. Our last name is also omitted to avoid legal or familial ramifications. This story is written from my point of view. However, it is a collaborative effort that was authored by both my brother and I equally. We mostly did this story as a bit of a recap of just how far we’ve come, and it was originally not meant for other people to read, but then we discovered XNXX and how it hosts stories like this, so we thought we’d give it a shot. There are only hints of erotic content until the very end and lots of backstory to kick things off. If you have any questions, feel free to post in the comments or PM. One of us is sure to answer.
The story of a Son helping his Mother get over a rape that has resulted in her being unable to find pleasure.
Father and Daughter Romance
Disclaimer: I will be naming several porn stars and fictional characters from other media in this series. The porn stars I name are fictional versions and I own none of the fictional characters from other media, they too are fictional versions.
