Funny little piece of trivia for you (if you care about this kind of stuff), a lot of stuff that I was going to include in this chapter was actually omitted and has instead been given to Centorea. So, look forward to that, I guess... XD
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A Wizards Life with Monster Girls:
Chapter 9
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After nearly two weeks in the house, Miia had truly made herself at home.
Timidness and nervousness had all but vanished, replaced by curiousness for her housemate and a sharp tongued yet ditsy paradox of a girl who hung on his every word and seemed to truly love spending time with him (about as much as he did with her).
They were very much comfortable with one another, surprising Harry sincerely with how much he enjoyed her company and at how soon he had come to be attached to the young lady.
A bright Wednesday afternoon saw Miia slide into the living room. She spotted Harry watching TV, stood behind the sofa. Armoured centaurs, with what looked like long, sharp, wooden traffic cones charged at one another and struck each other with them.
"What are you watching?" She asked, quietly curious,
"Have you not seen Centaur Jousting before?" Harry almost shouted the question out of incredulity.
"Well, we lived in the desert and didn't have much technology. The first time I saw a TV was on the plane ride here." Miia said almost embarrassedly,
"Oh, sorry."
"No, it's fine. You like it?" Indicating to the TV,
"I love it." Harry said beaming. Although Miia's small smile didn't match, his evident enthusiasm was contagious.
"Can you explain it to me?"
And Harry spent the next five minutes explaining the different facets of the sport as concisely as he could manage. Often apologising for his excited rambling which Miia just found the absolute height of adorable.
"Who is she?" Miia asked, indicating to the blonde, big breasted female centaur who had torn off her helmet and hurled a fist in the air in triumph as her larger opponent lay comatose on the ground.
"That's Brynhild Shianus. The Goddess of Jousting. She's the best jouster in the world." Harry said excitedly, "She comes from this long line of jousters."
"Do you... like her?" She responded to his ecstatic near-ramblings. Wondering if her host nurtured a crush for the female centaur.
"Yeah! She's awesome!" Harry said immediately, then recognised the questions double meaning and saw Miia turn away. Seemingly disappointed,
"Oh, I see." Miia said slowly, blatantly jealous. She didn't look at Harry, so she didn't see him approach until he threw his arm over her shoulder and smiled brightly.
"Wanna watch with me?" He asked, tone teasing and eyes knowing. Miia blushed and nodded and the two settled on the sofa with some rice cakes and watched TV for the rest of the afternoon.
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"Can I help with anything?" Miia asked timidly from the kitchen door. Hours later as the sun dipped behind the horizon and Harry began washing the dishes from their lazy afternoon and began on dinner.
His instinctive response was to say,
'No, it's fine.' But, a voice in his head (one of an alarming number), that vaguely sounded like Granger, reminded him that:
Miia had been here for nearly two weeks, she was in a foreign country, living with a stranger, she had nothing to do and was blatantly too scared to go out and do something for herself (having loitered around the house with him as he tried to plow through the mountain or work he had let pile up, so he could spend some proper time with Miia.)
With that in mind, Harry turned from the dishes with a smile and said,
"If you wouldn't mind, can you pass me the potatoes. They're in the fridge." And was rewarded with Miia's amber eyes lighting up and a smile gracing her features before she all but lunged at the fridge. Glowing red in a blush when she heard Harry chuckle at her enthusiasm, but her smile broadened regardless as he held his soapy hands out for the vegetables and playfully flicked some bubbles onto her nose. She was surprised for a second before smirking, a competitive shine in her eyes as she slinked past, scooped a handful of bubbles from the sink and mushed them against his laughing face. Harry returning the favour whilst squirting more washing up liquid into the sink for more bubbles.
"So what are you making?" She asked a little while later (after a quick bubble battle), as Harry drained the sink.
"Beef stew. Nothing too fancy." Harry admitted, flicking on the rice cooker before turning excitedly, "Wanna watch?"
She brightened up further, Harry smiled more. She did the same.
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Then when dinner was made, eaten and she headed for a bath before bed, Miia grabbed hold of Harry in a tight hug.
"Thank you, Harry." She said, voice quiet but her face buried in his neck as he carefully hugged her back (his own surprise at the action causing him to temporarily freeze up), "I know I wasn't your choice. But thank you for being so nice and taking such good care of me."
Harry hugged her tightly, turning his head to speak into her own, pointy ears,
"I didn't choose you, Miia. And although I was expecting someone else; I'm glad I got you instead." He said with a smile she could almost feel against her skin. He came free and stepped back to see her teary-eyed smile. He then quickly swooped in and pecked her on the cheek, his own cheeks turning pink after a few seconds when he realised the action he had just performed on impulse.
"Night Miia." He said before quickly slipping into his room. Leaving Miia holding her cheek and staring in surprise at his closed door. Soon her cheeks blazed red once again and a lopsided smile dominated her face and she whispered,
"Nighty night... Darling." And hummed happily, all the way to her warm bath.
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Harry almost panicked the next day, when he woke up restrained. Alarm bells reverberating in his mind when he tried to stretch his arms and legs and found them trapped by something warm that was coiled around his legs and waist, trapping one of his arms between the two.
Wait.
"Miia!" Harry groaned as he cracked open his eyes and was met with the smirking woman pretending to be asleep, as she hugged him to her chest. Her arms and tail wrapped tightly around him as they lay on his bed,
"Teehee! Darling, the first thing you said was my name." Miia said against his chest with a soft laugh, before snuggling in closer to him, "You're such a sweetheart, Darling. And you're so warm."
Harry sighed as he began trying to worm his way out,
"Your wriggling is so cute, Darling."
"Miia, please let me go." Harry sighed in irritation, though he was resigned to not being able to move for a while, "Why are you even in here?"
"The house went cold a few hours ago, so I needed to get warm." She said in as much of an innocent tone as she could muster, but a seductive lilt present in her tone.
Harry's hand finally slipped free and he felt something familiar flick against the back of his hand. A dangerous and stupid plan forming,
"One last chance to let me go, Miia."
"It's not happening until I'm nice and warm, Darling." She replied almost petulantly, so Harry sighed.
"I warned you…"
"Do your worst."
So, Harry snatched up the tip of her tail in a vice grip and sucked in a quick, deep breath as the tightness of her coil increased tenfold and a strangled moan assaulted her ears,
"D-D-Darling! N-not there! It's sensitive!" She ground out in between sharp, breathless moans as Harry squeezed his prize tighter and tighter, again and again. Holding his breath and ignoring the creaking of his ribcage (a part of him wondering A. Why on earth he thought this was a good idea and B. Why his go to plan for escape had been to assault one of his homestays most erogenous areas). But wonder at the reaction and pent up lust kept his grip strong and guided his to sliding his grip up and down a few inches, an action clearly appreciated by Miia as she moaned much louder and began to subconsciously grind up against him.
Miia felt as if she had reached nirvana, Darling's grip on the edge of her tail was sending bolts of warm, electricity straight to her glistening loins. Which she ground, wet and uncovered, against the iron hard python that Harry was hiding in his shorts. Her sharp taloned hands lost themselves in his wild black hair as she pressed her body closer to his, resting her forehead onto his as her world began to crumble around her.
"Darling, I'm… I'm! Uuungh!" She moaned harshly, a particularly sharp tug from her host (now turned lover) pushing her over the edge. An orgasmic scream echoing off the walls as she went limp, giving Harry the ability to finally come free, whilst pleasure left her convulsing and moaning on his sheets. Harry blushed as he moved out of her coils and sat beside her, breathing heavily as his back rested on the headboard. A dampness on his shorts further evidence to his breach of the Interspecies Exchange.
Harry rubbed his (likely) bruised chest and looked over at Miia, breathing heavily and slowly descending from her high. Harry sighed, wondering what he was going to do now, but his worried gaze turned soft as Miia's face slit into a smile of soft satisfaction. Harry couldn't help smiling himself, leaning down to softly press a kiss on her lips,
"Thank you, Darling." Miia slurred out tiredly, a feeling of relief flooding through him that she wasn't angry at him. He smiled and ran a hand across her warmed forehead and through her silky, scarlet tresses. Smiling warmer as she nuzzled into his hand and closed her eyes and sighed in appreciation.
As soon as sense returned to him, Harry fled before anything else could happen. Leaving Miia groaning in annoyance and screaming at him to return to bed as he slipped into the bathroom for an ice-cold shower.
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Harry felt awkward all morning. Miia evidently didn't care. More accurately, she looked happier than she had ever been. She had hugged herself to him as much as she could as he had tried making breakfast and read his post as well as referring to him as Darling ever since she'd snuck into his bed.
"I have been meaning to ask Miia, and it's not that I mind or anything." Feeling a bit embarrassed as he started to ask, "But why do you keep calling me Darling?"
"It's ok, Darling. I'm glad you asked, actually." She placated him softly and continued with a mischievous smirk, "It's actually because when my time expires and I go home. Instead of leaving you, I intend to take you home with me and make you my husband."
They were both silent. Harry's eyes widened, Miia's narrowed predatorily. Harry blushed when he realised that Miia wasn't joking. Miia licked her lips as she saw how adorable her Darling was in his reaction (and decided what she really wanted to taste for breakfast). She slinked over to him, deciding she should return the favour for the treat Darling had given her…
Then the doorbell rang and broke the spell. And Harry rushed off to answer it.
The Miia from a few weeks ago would have been disheartened by this response. But she had gotten to know her Darling a lot better now and knew that he wasn't repulsed or against the idea of becoming hers. More that he had a hard time reacting to affection and simply could not find the words. Although, that was disheartening in itself, as she thought that something bad must have evidently happened before they had met to make him that way, it did not make her lose hope.
So instead of a frown, she giggled and hurried after her Darling to the front door.
Harry sighed when he opened it and saw Ms Smith, hands out and pouting like Oliver Twist.
"Miia, can you grab me the bento's off of the island." He called over his shoulder,
"Ok, Darling!" She trilled happily. Harry blushed again at Miia, but his eyes returned to Smith who was grinning with eyes filled with mirth,
"You know... normal people say good morning first." Harry supplied both tired and playful, "It's the least you can do after making off with a bunch of my food."
Smith chuckled and flicked her long raven hair over her shoulder. She then surprised him by leaning forward and pushing her sizeable yet covered, cleavage forth (a movement that Harry was embarrassed to say he noticed immediately) and greeted him a slow, husky tone,
"Morning, Darling-kun."
Harry's face pinkened and he refused to look at the smirking, government agent,
"Stupid freeloader." He ground out as she chuckled quietly. As she straightened up, she considered pecking him on the cheek to see if she could get him to go really red, but decided against it when Miia arrived. Deciding she rather liked living.
"Good morning Miia, how are things?" She asked politely, but her tone also suggested some kind of innuendo.
"Good Morning, Smith-san." She greeted politely, as she handed over the lunches to the other woman and surprised them both by slinging herself over Harry's shoulders (in quite a possessive manner), "And everything with my Darling is wonderful!"
Harry did go red at that point. Smith felt like it was a hollow victory for some reason.
"I trust you're both being appropriate?" She asked jokingly. She knew Harry wouldn't intentionally break the rules (more for Miia's sake than his own), but also knew that Miia wanted Harry still.
"Of course we have." She responded with a pout, "You always show up and ruin my efforts every time I make any progress with Darling."
"Miia!" Harry sighed, looking at her mock innocent face and sighing again, "Trust me, Smith-san. We've been following the rules."
"Good, because the higher ups have been considering adding castration as one of the punishments for breaches of the bill." She said casually, quite amused at how pale Harry suddenly became, "What are your plans for today?"
"Darling and I are going on a date." Miia said cheerfully, "It'll be incredibly romantic and you'll be at work, so you won't be clamouring after Darling, mooching for food."
A sharp laugh exited Smith's throat and she peered over the tope of her shades at Miia with dark, serious eyes.
"Don't underestimate me." She almost growled, before doing a complete one-eighty and cheerfully wishing them a good day. Hoisting the small blue lunchboxes (for her and the girls in M.O.N.) and moving on with her day, "Have a nice day now, Miia-chan! Darling-kun!"
Harry groaned at her teasing tone as she tottered off, closing the door quietly and turning to glare at his homestay.
"Can we grab breakfast in town?" Miia asked coyly, trying not to giggle at her Darling's pseudo-disapproving look regarding what she had said and smiling brightly when he nodded and walked off to get his shoes, "Thank you, Darling!"
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Hello again LordXeenTheGreat, thank you for the review. kitsunerocker, Tara will make an appearance once again and we will see how she is holding up. acherongoddess and t0xic31, I'm glad your liking the story and Go0gleplex, Harry seems to have a penchant for saving Veela, and the enclave may have to address that in the future... ;)
I was considering having Harry and Miia sleep together in the love hotel, but have decided against it (but if any of you pervs would like me to write it anyway, I'll consider it ;D ).
The reason being that instead, for the tenth chapter, I think it's time Harry goes harem building. So the next girl will be introduced! Look forward to it XD
