Omake:

Author's Note: This is everything I didn't want Kaleidoscope to be. Take it with a grain of salt, and possibly alcohol.

Mana says: Lots and Lots of alcohol.

Mangekyo

Harry knelt. "Kingmaker-dono."

She was wearing a little dress with floral imprints, but when she moved, Harry's mind generated images of battle and glory.

Her white hair cascaded beyond her shoulders as she shook her neck as if to relieve a crick.

"Harry-chan."

"W-what do you want, Scathach-sama?" His air of nonchalance was betrayed by the air of timidity and the stutter that punctuated his voice.

"What do you think I want, Harry-chan?"

Harry thought of Avalon, and a little shudder of pleasure passed him. "Nuuu... what are you doing, Scathach-sama?" he moaned as a little tongue darted behind his ear.

"Should I stop?"

A furious blush splashed across Harry's cheeks and he pressed the tips of his fingers together. "Don't", he whispered quietly.

"What was that?" Scathach asked, despite the fact that she had heard him perfectly clearly.

The blush grew more pronounced. "D-don't stop, Scathach-sama!"

She carelessly pushed him to the ground and flattened him against the carpet. She then began to crawl slowly up his legs and thigh, hitting little points of pleasure that elicited quiet moans from Harry.

Her face suddenly dove at his most private of places and Harry gave a long, drawn out, "Unngh", as she nuzzled him slightly. "You're so cute, Harry-chan."

"Scathach-sama, don't be so-so b-bold. W-what if someone walks in?"

She stood suddenly, offering him a tantalizing view of her as Harry stared upwards.

"Scathach-sama", Harry moaned, disappointed. "Please", he begged.

"You dirty, dirty boy", she muttered. Harry's lip quivered and a tear formed at the corner of his right eye.

"I-I'm n-not-"

"Why, of course you are, you wanton child. Are you going to beg me some more?"

"Scathach-chamaaa, don't tease me so!" Harry all but burst into tears.

She had the look of an okami who had successfully ensnared her prey.

"I want to see you on your hands and knees in front of me, Harry-chan, my proud chibi-King", she mocked.

Harry sniffed and reluctantly bent his knees slightly.

A stern look was enough to convince him entirely.

"It looks as if you've done something right, Harry-chan. As a reward, you may kiss my feet."

Harry glared at her, but when he was met with her unwavering gaze, his own dropped to the floor.

An errant sob left his lips as he puckered and placed his mouth on her bare foot.

The foot lashed out, catching him on the side of the face, and sent him careening.

"Uguu...", Harry muttered in pain and surprise.

Scathach pinned him to the ground.

Harry felt a spike of forbidden arousal run through him. "Scathach-sama..."

She kissed him hungrily, her lithe tongue exploring his mouth until he was a squealing wreck, completely overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensations that he couldn't help but feel.

"...Uguu... Scathach-sama, you're so bad..."

"But you want it so badly, Harry-otouto..."

His blush returned at full force.

In the blink of an eye, his shirt and jeans were discarded off to the side, leaving him dressed in only his boxers.

A tongue teased his left nipple and he could barely keep both eyes open. His mouth was in a perfect 'O', inviting a finger which Scathach offered eagerly.

Harry hummed in delight as he tasted the tangy musk of the Fae. He couldn't hide his desire anymore. His hands fumbled at her dress, but she had disappeared.

"My, my. So very eager, aren't we, Harry-chan."

All his reservations came back in a tide of shame and his hands dropped to his side.

But Scathach had removed her dress, and she stood in her full glory in front of him.

"Onee-sa-"

The door banged open.

"Freeze! NYPD! Put your hands up!" barked a burly man flanked by three other officers carrying guns.

"You know what, Scathach? You may own me, but... find someone else to fucking roleplay with you next time. Kamui."

Harry and Scathach disappeared.

A police officer picked up a discarded volume of manga on the ground. "A Little Boy and her Big Sister? What the fuck is this shiiii-"

A burst of fairy dust jumped out of the pages of the book, and the two-hundred-pound man almost looked meek for a second.

"I wonder if this will please Onee-sama, Officer-tan", he muttered in a quiet voice, pouting. One of his buddies grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Bad touch, Officer-tan! Bad touch!"

Mangekyo

No, there is no lemon-loli action. You should be ashamed for even asking for it.