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A Wizards Life with Monster Girls:
Chapter 14
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The first few nights had been… an experience. The contractors had not finished the stairs, or Centorea's room in time for her move in, so the girls were left wondering where on Earth they would be sleeping. Until their host invited them back into the lounge at half past nine that first evening.
"Darling, what's all this?" Miia asked in amused surprise as she saw that the sofas of the room had been moved to the walls and the floor was dominated by futons, blankets and pillows,
"We're going to have a camp in the lounge this evening." He said enthusiastically, his smile pure and his eyes glittering, "It's not really fair if we go and sleep in our beds whilst Centorea's isn't ready. And we can just have fun!"
Centorea was quietly touched and smiled. Though, she'd never expected such a renowned warrior would have such a childlike side.
"Thank you, Master." She bowed gratefully but heard his sigh,
"Please just call me Harry." He almost moaned, Centorea (feeling bold) smirked and said,
"No." and was rewarded with him rolling his eyes and fixing her with a playful glare.
The night had been fun. There was still the air of animosity coming from Miia towards Centorea (especially when the latter got closer to Harry), but it did little to dampen the mood. They watched a movie but chatted all the way through it. Nostalgic talk of the homes they had left behind to be there: mountain top forests where everything froze after a strong breeze. Lush green grass and trees with crystal clear pools of water surrounded by dunes of sand on all sides. A towering castle before a great lake, hidden from the world by magic.
Miia and Harry had eventually fallen asleep, but the latter had awoken to the feeling of being watched. He relaxed considerably when he saw it was just the gentle eyes of Centorea.
"Please sleep." He tiredly asked,
"It is fine, Master. Centaurs require very little sleep to begin with and I would not feel comfortable leaving you unprotected for even an instant." She said, softly so as to not wake the other guest,
"Centorea, this house is so heavily warded that an army of dragons couldn't get in." He said through a yawn before snuggling down on a pillow, "If you're serious about this body guarding thing, then you need to catch rest where you can. Otherwise, when I actually need you, you'll be too tired."
He drifted off quickly with that and, conflicted but accepting, Centorea scooted slight closer to him before lying down and sleeping herself. Sensitive ears lulling her to sleep with the sound of twin heartbeats.
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The next morning, Miia was not all too thrilled…
"Keep your distance from Darling." She hissed with her hands on her hips as Harry tumbled out into the kitchen to wake himself up with tea,
"I mean him no harm."
"Suuure you don't. Or maybe you just want Darling to yourself instead, don't you?" She growled accusingly and Centorea's cheeks gained colour, "Keep yourself and your big boobs away from my Darling!"
"I would never think of doing something so… improper." Centorea gasped out. Genuine as she said it, though her drifting mind's eye pictured the rather dashing looking man in the other room, worshipping her aforementioned bosom. Making her cheeks turn red and her eyes glassy,
"You're thinking dirty thoughts about him right now!"
"I would never-"
"You would never?! Wait! Are you saying that my Darling isn't attractive enough, or something?! You apologise right now!"
That set the tone for the next few days. Harry had a million and one contracts to sign and assignments to finish, so he had very little choice but to leave them to their devices as he finished them up and supervised the changes being made to his house. Not quite seeing how he was going to get the two to get along. Until…
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Four days after Centorea's arrival; Harry slammed a picnic basket onto the coffee table so hard, the women genuinely thought either would break,
"Right, we're going out. You have fifteen minutes to get ready." Harry declared in an evidently annoyed tone, hands on his hips and emerald eyes glaring down at the seated homestays. Both looking confused and taking a second to look each other in the eyes for an answer and turning back to him in further confusion when they found nothing,
"W-Where is this coming from, Darling?"
"Because this atmosphere is annoying me. You're both guests here and you're both roommates." Harry said with a tone highlighting both annoyance and exasperation, "Our… unconventional meeting aside. Neither of you have any reason to dislike one another and are going to have to learn to get along."
"So, we're gonna go out and have a good time out of the confines of the house, deal?" Harry continued, eyebrow arched expectantly and arms crossed. The girls nodded mutely and Harry took the picnic basket with him to the front door.
"You two coming?" Harry called through the doorway, shaking the two out of their surprise. Shaking their heads furiously they both hurriedly stood,
"Coming, Darling!" Miia called happily as she all but flew, clear over the sofa and towards the front door, whilst Centorea staggered to her feet and almost ran in her own enthusiasm. Snatching up her sword as she went with a soft smile on her lips.
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Harpies were one of few monster species, in this modern age, who outright earned their vicious reputation.
Razor sharp talons attached to long, bird-like legs. Human arms replaced by large, powerful avian wings that could easily propel an adult to speeds exceeding 100mph. Then the rest of the form being that of a human female, physical growth stopping young so that the body remained light. They were known as sadists, tricksters. Content to brutalise the living as well as make off with carrion, harpies were a truly vicious and dangerous race (that should be approached with the utmost caution).
Papi wanted ice cream…
Papi thought the park was pretty. Some of the trees were turning pretty pink and dropping sweet, pretty looking flowers onto paths and people. Papi wondered if they tasted as sweet as they looked.
Update, they did not.
Papi needed something to drown out this taste. ICE CREAM! Papi wanted ice cream…
Papi, the harpy, sat in a tree. Dressed, somewhat skimpily, in a black tank top and denim shorts so short an old woman had fainted ("You youngsters, dressing like whores!"), watching the fluffy white clouds lazily track across the sky. Papi hadn't noticed the woman's reaction as she was running from the black lady.
Papi felt afraid. She didn't remember why, but she knew that she would be in a bit of trouble if the black lady caught up to her. She should go home. Where was home? Papi felt sad, she did not know where home was. She really wanted to be happy.
Ice cream was happy. Ice cream could cheer me up. Papi wanted some ice cream…
Papi hopped to her feet. A lithe, almost child-like frame held upright in perfect balance by her deftly strong legs, as almost gigantic blue wings unfurled to an impressive four-foot wingspan. The colour of the cerulean wings matched by the harpy's hair, whilst her eyes were a pleasant, golden brown.
Papi wondered why she was stood. Was she escaping the black lady? Admittedly, there were a few women in black walking on the path below her tree. But she could not remember who the black lady was, maybe it was one of them? With a few power flaps of her wings (that knocked a cascade of leave and sakura petals onto unsuspecting human), Miia was up in the air and high above the park. Eyes surveying the ground expertly.
In a brief moment of clarity, Papi remembered that she wasn't allowed to be out on her own. That she needed one of those humans to escort her around. So, she looked around for one and found three of interest.
The first was red. She had red hair and Papi's heart went out to that human as she was being eaten (up to the waist!) by a big red snake. The other was also a woman, she had pretty, golden blonde hair (tied up by a pretty red bobble) and boobs the size of beach balls. But, she was also and unfortunately, being eaten. This one by a big brown horse.
Papi wondered how hungry a horse would have to be to eat meat. Papi was hungry too. Hungry for ice cream!
The third human wasn't being eaten, his legs were as fine as he was. Wavy, messy black hair that (even from this distance) looked as soft as a cloud. He was tall, probably taller than Papi, with the prettiest green eyes Papi had seen.
'Him.' Papi decided, and with a quick correction (via a flap of the wings), dived down upon him. Forgetting why as soon as she committed to the action…
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Harry was flung onto his ass by a gust of wind, as soon as he noticed the fast approaching blur out of the corner of his eye,
"What is this?!" Centorea roared in challenge, drawing her blade and trying to shield her eyes from any further disturbed dust.
With a practiced ease, Harry rolled backwards into a crouch, a flick of the wrist flinging his wand into his hand.
'This is the second time I've been to this park. And I'm attacked AGAIN?!' Harry thought, incredulous. As he blinked his eyes clear of dust and checked on his friends. Centorea was still on her feet with her blade levelled against the newcomer, Miaa had fallen to the ground too, but she was fast to her feet with her clawed hands outstretched in challenge.
Their attacker was a harpy. Cerulean blue hair (cut short, with an odd strand standing to attention at the top) and wings, thumbs on the end of each on closer inspection. Her feet were viciously sharp looking talons attached to long bird like legs, whist all these avian features were attached to the body of a young woman.
"Hello! My name is Papi." She chirped out cheerfully, her eyes and posture the epitome of innocence. Throwing off the trio.
"What is your business here, harpy?" Centorea growled out as Miia quickly adjusted her D shaped hair pieces and smoothed out her yellow t-shirt and blue skirt before returning to her battle stance, coiled and prepared to strike.
"Business?" Papi seemed confused, Harry wondered if she was just a child who was playing around,
"Where are your parents?" Harry asked kindly, Miia and Centorea nodding in approval at the question with Centorea lowering her blade at that. Papi did not approve though,
"Papi is not a child! Papi is a woman!" She cried, her brown eyes narrowed in anger and one foot stamping in rage. Centorea's sword flew back up once again and she regarded the harpy with a suspicious gaze,
"Sorry, Papi." Harry said quickly, rising to his feet and holding his hands out placatingly,
"It's ok." She said cheerfully. Not a shred of anger present, a feeling of emotional whiplash hitting them as she peered around curiously.
"Nice to meet you, Papi." Harry said calmly and returned his wand to his holster and smiled, "What can we do for you?"
Then Harry was in the air. Those vicious talons holding him firmly as the slight framed female had leaped forth, snagged him within them and lifted off with him.
"W-What the- DARLING!" Miia shrieked whilst Centorea stood horrified. She had barely seen the slip of a girl move. One second she was standing before them, innocent and unassuming. The next she was in the air with her master with a look of calculated, determination.
"Do not fear, Master!" Centorea called up, drowning the panic in her with faux-confidence as she watched her master be flown away, "Your knight, Centorea, will save you!"
And with that she drew her arm back and hurled her sword at the pair. Hoping to knock the harpy into letting go of him as she galloped off after them. Truly stunned that her abilities as a knight were being put to the test so soon, but refusing got fail.
"Come Miaa, we must save Master Harry!" She called over her shoulder as she ran.
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Meanwhile, Harry was coming close to being utterly terrified,
"Papi! Let me go!"
The command worked. And he was dropped several feet to the ground.
"Shit." He growled out as his mind whirled quickly. A subtle 'Aresto Momentum' muttered as his wand fell into his hand and he angled himself towards a tree (with the slower fall giving him the time to shift and position himself). He tore through the small canopy of leaves and hit a branch. It snapped under his feet but a lighting quick hand grabbed the remains that stuck out from the tree and swung. He arced down onto a much firmer branch and jumped to a lower one. The third branch gave way on his landing and his careful eyes spotted nothing to grab. He wasn't too far from the ground and he prepared to land carefully, his wand slowing his momentum once again. Until…
"MASTER!" came a scream and thin, but strong, arms plucked him from the sky and held him towards a large, warm chest. Centorea pulling him as close to her breast as she could, her grip bruising and Harry's face engulfed in a warm softness he had never encountered.
'I can hear her heartbeat.' Harry thought absently, before noticing that he could no longer take a breath.
Harry panicked. He tried to thrash and pull away, but the centaurs strength surpassed his own by miles. He planted hands against her glorious breasts and pushed as much as he could, even as his hand began to sink into them… Centorea was shouting, likely at Papi, but it was a distance buzz as Harry felt himself close in on unconsciousness.
Then, as another liminal had him restrained, another dumbass plan formed in Harry's mind.
Harry's hand came free and travelled to where he knew his target was. With one final burst of strength and determination, Harry's questing hand hovered over the areola of Centorea's nearest (left) breast and lunged forward to assault the pert nipple he knew lay concealed under her snow white, sleeveless blouse. Grabbing hold of it between his digits with a vice-like grip and giving it a rough yank.
"KYYAAAAA!" Centorea shrieked mid tirade. Dropping the sword, she had been threatening the reasonably terrified harpy with, and all but hurling her Master into the tree he had just fallen from, "M-Master?!"
Harry groaned, coughed and took sharp, gasping inhale of air. Leaving Centorea confused and concerned,
"M-master? I am sorry. I was surprised and did not mean to injure you." She said, referencing the colossal strength that she had utilised when throwing him away. He held up a hand as she tentatively approached, only lowering it when his breathing slightly resembled normal,
"I-It's fine, Centorea." He choked out, using the trunk of the tree to climb to his feet, "Thank you for catching me, but you almost choked me."
His second statement came with a small, blushing smile and the ghost of a laugh. Putting two and two together, Centorea burned scarlet. His roaming hands and rough touches had been a ploy to stop her from asphyxiating him, she burned red in embarrassment. A quiet voice in the back of her head quietly disappointed that he had no become so enamoured with her, due to her heroism, that he had been unable to contain his desire. She shook the inappropriate thoughts away before they could become a heat in her loins. Which is when Miia arrived.
"Darling!" she screamed, out of breath, as she tackled Harry back to the ground and hugged him to her. Tail and all, "What have these violent women done to you, my Darling."
Harry groaned at the assault and, over Miia's worried fussing and Centorea trying to explain why Miia should be being gentler with him, Harry heard tears.
Harry's eyes shot past the two of them to the source of their predicament. Papi the harpy. On her knees, hiding her face behind one of her wings and sobbing harshly. Harry ordered Miia to let him go and rushed over in worry,
"Papi is sorry! Papi is sorry!" She sobbed out as she bawled her eyes out, Harry coming closer and looking very concerned,
"P-Papi?" Harry started slowly and she lunged forward again, the girls behind him roared in defiance but, instead of taking off once more, she engulfed him in a hug. Soft feathered wings pulling her young frame against him as she cried into his neck. Harry sighed, she really was a child. She'd been told off and wanted to say sorry, he allowed a warm smile to grace his features and gently returned the hug, "It's ok, Papi. But you have to be careful, humans are fragile and you could get into trouble for doing stuff like that."
"Papi doesn't want to be in trouble! Papi is sorry." She cried and held on tighter,
"You're not in trouble. We're not mad. Right?" Harry addressed his question to the other two as they entered his line of vision, they looked embarrassed and concerned. Centorea sheathed her sword again and sighed,
"We are not mad, Papi-san. We just want you to be careful with Master." Centorea said softly, resting on her knees and giving the girl a gentle look,
"Yeah Papi." Miia said warmly, reaching out a careful hand and gently caressing her soft wing, "Darling is very special to us and we don't want him to be hurt."
She looked at the other two through teary eyes and then turned to look up into Harry's
"Is your name Darling or Master?" She asked, confused as she now almost lay on him, his hands on her waist in what many would call a 'compromising position'. Not that Harry really noticed,
"No, my name is Harry Potter." He said gently, before something caught his eye and he allowed some enthusiasm into his voice, "Would you like some ice cream?"
Papi beamed happily.
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I would say well done for guessing here… but I'd be more surprised/impressed if you didn't get who I was referring to last chapter. Thanks for reading and I hope y'all enjoyed Papi's introduction.