Chapter Twenty Eight: Putting Together the Pieces.


Jean Grey entered a state of what could only be considered to be tranquility. At least she was more tranquil than she would ever be given the circumstances. She was far more relaxed and far more in tune with her emotions than she would ever be for a long time.

A lot of that had to do with the young man standing by her side. The Incubus King had a way with women and Jean appreciated that. Her eyes averted towards Ororo, who was slumped over in the hallway, panting.

"So, what did you do to her?" Jean asked. This wasn't done in an accusatory manner but really, it was more in the form of asking some kind of question. She honestly had to know what was going on.

"Well, I'll be honest, she was a little too close to the blast," Harry said. Jean raised her eyebrow. "There are instances where when two powerful individuals are in the act, sometimes anyone who has the misfortune of getting too close, gets a blast of the emotions that are running wild."

"In other words, we cause an orgasm for everyone who was nearby," Jean said slowly.

She actually would accept that. Jean had to laugh in amusement. It was a long time that she had been in this good spirits. Dealing with some powers that were about ready to break free and overwhelm her did not lead to many good moments. The Redhead feared that there was some pressing issues with her. Her mental facilities most certainly were not in order.

Harry fixed them. Jean recalled them now that all parts of her were reconciled. He put them together piece by piece.

She shuddered at the methods that he had to do this. That being said, there was a lot that she didn't understand about what happened.

"This power, it could twist someone," Jean said.

Harry leaned forward and cupped her hands on either side of her face. He looked Jean honestly into her eyes.

She shuddered. The power of just his eyes was enough to send her spiraling mentally out of control. Any woman who looked into his eyes was completely and utterly underneath his thrall.

Not that Jean had any choice in the matter. She began this day underneath his thrall when he helped her tap into the powers of the Phoenix Force.

"Any power can twist anyone if they let it," Harry said. He stroked his finger slowly down her chest. He saw Jean succumb to his touch and there was a moment where time seemed to stop. His mere touch set off waves of pleasure through her body. "I helped you embrace the power. I helped you become what you should be. The Phoenix rose within you Jean and now the sky is the limit."

Harry gave Jean a kiss that caused waves of electricity to go down her body. It was the kind of kiss that made a person's toes curl and their panties moisten.

Jean backed off from Harry. The power flowing from his power caused her to wonder what kind of wicked power he had over each and every female he encountered. That was the point though. That was truly the point.

"Thank you for getting everything in order," Jean said. She stroked Harry's hair.

It was obvious that she was struggling with every single thought to jump him right here.

'Xavier was….misguided to think that he could tame that power,' Emma thought.

'So one of the voices in my head,' Jean commented. She frowned and it hit her. 'Emma Frost, the White Queen of the Hellfire Club, I should have known, and you're….Harry Potter.'

'Yes, I see that my reputation precedes myself and often times destroys myself,' Emma commented. There was a certain amount of dryness to her voice that indicated that she was more amused by this fact than anything else. 'But it was a long time coming, Jean. And you have been visiting Harry in his dreams for a long time and he's been visiting you in yours I'm sure.'

'Yes,' Jean said breathlessly. She used her mental shields to block some of the nature of those dreams. Even though it was obvious to anyone with a Kindergarten level education or higher exactly what the nature of these dreams were. 'Now all we need to do is find out who this British woman is….'

'That would be me,' Betsy commented.

'No, she sounded a little bit different than you, sorry,' Lily replied.

'Just how many voices do you have in your head anyway?' Betsy asked.

'Well she'll have a lot now considering she's been added to the bond, although Harry's disabled that function not to overwhelm her,' Emma said. 'And yes, honey, I'll explain that all to you later.'

'I can't wait,' Jean commented. She honestly meant that at the bottom of her heart. 'And I mean that, I truly and completely mean that.'

'I know you do, Jean,' Emma replied. 'But tell us more about the British voice in your head.'

'I saw a glimpse of her, she looked like me, only not like me,' Jean said. She realized how confusing she sounded and she tried to elaborate the best that she could. 'The green eyes and the red hair and she called Harry her flesh and blood.'

'We'll look into this later,' Harry thought to her.

He figured that this was the case but he couldn't be sure. Jean was giving him confirmation that it might be sure.

'Exactly what?' Jean asked. She wondered what Harry was cooking up.

'You should get some rest, and actually allow Emma to walk you through some things,' Harry thought. 'I'll come back here to discuss your future later.'

Jean stole one last kiss on Harry for the road. The two of them entangled their tongues into each other and Harry vanished into the distance.

'So, what have I gotten myself into?' Jean asked.

Emma's smile grew extremely wicked. 'A world of pleasure and wonder, Miss Grey.'


Harry arrived back in Limbo. Illyana and Clea joined him no sooner than he arrived. It was obvious what Harry was thinking. As the Sorceress Supreme, Clea didn't even need to have it spelled out for her.

"You're concerned that there's a chance that Jean's cosmic fit might have torn some dimensional barrier open," Clea commented.

"That much is obvious, and there's the potential it could have," Harry offered. He was going to wait and see for now. Harry's hand swept over the edge of the dimensional barriers. They glowed underneath his hand when he checked them.

It may take a while but Harry Potter took pride in his work. He understood the need to underline every single last little detail. There were a series of subtle cracks forming inside the dimensional barriers. Harry frowned when he looked them over.

There was absolutely nothing so far. So far so good, but Harry needed to check deeper.

There were already certain energies stirred up when the Dark Dimension burst open. All it took was one little crack to shatter everything.

Illyana helped her master check things out. She understood the need for what they were doing. Each barrier was mostly intact. It appeared to be a miracle in the making.

His hand reached over and the three of them locked hands. There was a warmth that spread.

"Absolutely nothing," Harry said.

"Dare, I say that it's a miracle, my lord?" Clea asked. She couldn't keep the pleased smile off of her face.

"Miracles happen every now and then, Clea, so yes, I think that you can safely say that this is a miracle," Harry said. He reached around and squeezed her hand.

Clea allowed herself to relax underneath Harry's grip. It would have just given her more work.

"And how is Jean adapting?" Clea asked.

"She's adapting about as well as you could expect," Harry said. He had another situation regarding Jean, but it will wait. "One final sweep just to make sure."

Illyana smiled. If her master had any faults, not that she would admit them out loud, he was a bit of a perfectionist. She didn't blame him given the circumstances. It was better to be careful than to regret not being so later.

"So, you have her, that should move forward the next step of your plan quite nicely," Illyana said. She closed her hand and waved over the barrier. "And I believe that everything is as it should be."

"I'll check one more thing, I'll tend to you later," Harry said.

The Incubus King faded out, leaving Clea and Illyana with their own devices. They had to join up with Ananym in a little bit to check up on the status of one of the longer term projects of their Incubus King.

Harry arrived at SWORD headquarters. There was hardly anyone there but he knew that Carol was there, working.

Harry slipped inside. With a handy little magic trick, he froze time for mostly everyone in the base.

Carol looked up, completely shocked for about ten seconds. She slowly realized what was going on. "I should have known."

"You should have, but yet it was a surprise," Harry said. He leaned towards her and pressed his lips onto hers with a kiss. "You're slacking Carol. Or is it just been that you're working too late?"

"Working too late, obviously," Carol admitted to him. She shook her head to clear it. "But when you're dealing with policing the universe, even though it can't be done, you got to put in a few extra hours."

"There hasn't been anything coming on through within the last twenty four hours," Harry said.

"Other than the sudden burst of cosmic power near Westchester that you warned me about, there was nothing," Carol informed him. She frowned and then slowly followed Harry's thought process. "You thought that cosmic power would be picked up by someone else."

"Yes, I figured as much," Harry replied. He made his way over to look at the systems Carol was monitoring. His hands ran over the console. "Thankfully it didn't trigger anything. At least nothing yet."

Harry looked grim. Anyone who tried to invade his planet would have suffered the consequences of that. He would destroy all of the men and take all of their women. If the women were useful, he had a use for them. If not, they still had a use as glorified toys for his pets, just like those foolish wand wavers were.

"It's almost like you're expecting something," Carol said. Harry raised his eyebrow when he looked at her. She looked back at him, unblinking and dare he say it, a bit unapologetic. "Sorry, it's just…"

"I understand and I'm prepared to do anything to protect my planet," Harry said. He placed his hands on Carol's waist. "And you know that."

"I know that," she agreed. She leaned up against Harry. He was barely touching her but she felt his power and control wash over her. "And I don't blame you. The universe is an untamed place, as SWORD has found out."

"The upgrades I've funded should give SWORD some added teeth," Harry said. He moved behind Carol and wrapped his arms around her waist. He pressed his lips at the back of her neck and his hands moved up to touch her breasts. "To the world at large, I'm just such rich guy who donates a lot of money and makes even more. And I leave the heroes to do what they do best. Recklessly throw themselves into situations that get them killed."

"Hey, I recklessly throw myself into situations that can get me killed," Carol whined. He pressed her against the control console and started to strip her of her uninform.

"I'm hungry," Harry told her as he brushed his finger against her thigh. She spread her legs in response, a slave to his will.


Harry left Carol completely and utterly wrecked when he returned to the Xavier Institute. He had a meeting with Charles Xavier and that would be a nice discussion.

There was a small part of Harry that respected Xavier on the level of accomplishments but there was a larger part of him that detested a lot of what the man stood for.

Harry disabled the security when he entered the Mansion. It was almost a joke with how easily he could disable such things. Harry hated being mocked.

'Ah the infamous Xavier institute security, I almost forgotten how paper thin it was,' Emma thought. She looked rather amused by the look of abject disgust on Harry's face.

'Exactly how many times does this place get breached a month?' Harry asked.

'On average, three, but that might just be during the slow months,' Amara said. She smiled when she saw Harry mentally lift his hand up to facepalm himself. 'Believe me, Harry, the feeling is more than mutual.'

Harry stepped towards Xavier's office. He wondered how aware he was of what happened in the Mansion involving Jean. Harry honestly didn't care because he was going to take care of things right now.

He knocked on the door and it opened on its own accord. Harry put the hood up over his face. He didn't want Xavier to see his face in light.

"Don't bother getting up," Harry said. He walked towards the wheelchair bound Charles Xavier and his fellow X-Men fell to the ground around him. Harry took them out with a sleep spell.

"Who are you?" Xavier demanded. He saw his students on the ground in a pile. This guy just burst into the Institute like he owned the place. Xavier tried to look into his face, but he saw nothing.

"That's not important, but you've been having a very bad day," the man in the hood commented. There was almost amusement dancing in his tone. "Not to mention the fact that it began before I walked in this door."

"You don't….."

"I do," the man in the hood commented. He slowly began to tick things off, carefully counting the ways why this day sucked. "A power you tried to hold back broke loose and put everyone in this Mansion in peril. Yourself included, actually yourself especially. And your chosen leader is somewhere in the Nevada desert, so I would suggest you retrieve him sooner or later and warn him not to play with fires that could get him burned."

Xavier frowned and tried to read this man's mind. That proved to be a mistake as his skull felt like it was splitting open.

"And that's what happens when your curiosity gets the better of you," he whispered. His voice deepened. "Your X-Men is an interesting project and I think that mutants are part of the next stage of evolution. Humanity is heading that way, whether or not a few blow heads in Washington like it or not."

Xavier nodded, although he frowned at the man's choice of terminology.

"I'm here to collect what is mine," the man in the hood commented. Xavier could barely blink, much less think. "And that is Jean Grey. I've claimed her for mine and I can allow her powers to grow and prosper better than you can."

"What makes you so certain about that?" Xavier asked.

"I know because underneath my guiding hand, many powerful women mastered their complete potential," the voice commented. "There are two things that could happen right now. Jean can and will come willingly with me."

"That's her choice, not yours," Xavier commented. He was trying to figure out exactly what he was dealing with.

"Curiosity is what put you in that wheelchair and curiosity might be one puts you in a prison of your own mind," the hooded figure commented. His voice got bolder and Xavier could sense the power coming off what he said. It was nearly terrifying to hear his voice echo like that. "As I said before I was rudely interrupted, Jean can and will come willingly with me. Or you can try to stop her, try and cage her here like you tried to cage her powers."

"I was trying to….."

There was a loud bang and the windows of the office cracked.

"You had incomplete information of what the Phoenix Force was," the hooded figured commented. Xavier was paralyzed completely. "Perhaps I shouldn't fault you for that fact. In fact, I'll go as far to say that I won't fault you for that one. You had what you had and you tried to understand certain things about the power that you had."

"Yes, yes," Xavier managed. He nearly choked when the tightened grip of power.

"And for the record, Jean has chosen, she knew that this day was coming," the hooded man commented. "Those who fight battles who are unwilling to do what's necessary are not contributing to any situation. They're contributing to a problem. And now it's time for you to join the rest of your students in dream land."

Xavier blacked out suddenly. He was left with nightmares of his greatest failures. People who he tried to save down a dark path but couldn't. People who died underneath his watch played nicely in his dreams. The person who haunted him the most was the Phoenix Force. It messed with his mind something fierce.

"You weren't giving him an option, were you?"

Harry turned around and saw Ororo Munroe waiting in the doorway. She was dressed and in a better state of mind since the last time Harry met up with her.

"Thank you for keeping an eye on her until the moment arrived," Harry commented.

"Anything," Ororo said, with a smile. She looked at her king with a hungry expression but that could wait until another day.

'So are you ready to go?' Harry projected to Jean.

'Yeah, I'm ready to go,' Jean agreed. She had a question. 'How many spies do you have in this place? No wait….let me guess, they're all female, aren't they?'

'She does catch on really fast,' Emma thought in an approving manner. This one was going to be fun to have around, the White Queen wasn't going to lie.


Jean's awe was obvious when she looked around the Headquarters Harry took her. The green eyed wizard smirked when he lead Jean inside.

Harry smirked. "Be careful, you're going to strain your neck looking around that much."

Jean clapped her hands on her hips and frowned. "Sorry, it's just that….."

Harry smiled when he clapped his hands. Five identical blondes all dressed in maid uniforms showed up. The skirt of the uniform barely came up to meet their thighs and it was obvious that they were wearing some extremely skimpy panties underneath. The tops of the uniforms showed a plunging neckline that would make anyone who saw them a little wet in the mouth and a little hard in the pants.

"Sophie, could you and your sisters show Jean where she's staying?" Harry asked.

"At once, master," Sophie commented, sauntering over towards him. She smiled when she looked at him. "And I hope that the uniforms are up to specifications."

"They can be shorter if you want them to," Phoebe added. She walked on the other side of Harry and pressed her ample breasts against his side. There was a sultry smile on her face. "So, what do you think?"

"I think that you should take Jean's bags up to her room," Harry commented. He looked them. "We'll do a full uniform inspection later."

"Of course, master," Sophie said. She fluttered her eyelashes at them.

Mindee shook her head and gave an exasperated sigh. "I do apologize for my sisters acting like such sluts, master. Perhaps I should make it up to you later, for their disgraceful behavior."

"Look who's acting like a slut now ,you tart," Esme said. "You act worse than the Mastermind sisters do."

'HEY!' Regan yelled through the bond link. Martinique was about ready to say the same thing but she realized that she agreed with her sister, so she wanted to nip that problem in the bud.

"Take Jean's things up to her room, if you will," Harry said. His voice was calm but extremely firm. The type of voice the quintuplets knew better than to disagree with. "And make sure that she feels at home."

The girls looked rather giddy at the thought of servicing the Phoenix. They almost got extremely wet between the legs at the thought of what they were going to do. Not to mention how they were going to serve her and later their master.

'Don't mind them, if they get out of line, you have my full permission to spank them,' Emma thought.

'Why do I think that won't exactly act as a deterrent,' Jean commented.

'Likely because it won't,' Regan offered. She was a bit miffed at someone being compared to her in an unfavorable way. She could see the comparison to Martinique.

Harry turned around and saw a pair of bright blue eyes staring out of him from a room. It was obvious the person they belonged to and Harry was meaning to have a few words with her sooner rather than later.

"Hello, Kara," Harry said. He blocked her from shutting the door.

"Harry," Kara said. She was trying to look like she hadn't been watching Harry. That seemed to be a little bit creepy to her, likely because it was a little bit creepy to her.

"How are you doing?" Harry asked. He approached her and he looked like a predator stalking its prey.

"Well it was hard at first," Kara admitted. She felt her heart flutter when Harry closed the gap on her. Pretty soon both of them were going to be face to face with each other and that was when the real fun was going to begin.

"I can see how it can be hard," Harry admitted. He reached towards her with a smile and placed his hand on the side of her face. He slowly and swiftly began to stroke her cheek. Her cheeks heated up underneath his touch.

Kara closed her eyes and felt Harry's able hands stirring up something beneath her.

"What are you doing?" Kara asked.

"Krypton was rather repressed in sexual ways, weren't they?" Harry asked. He walked behind her. "But your mother disagreed with that fact, didn't she?"

Harry's fingers brushed underneath her skirt. Kara thought that she was going to die of lust. The one touch might have been light and it might have been extremely brief. She felt it and felt pleasure roll over her body.

She felt him continue to tempt her. The temptation grew when he continued to play with her.

"Don't worry, Kara, I'm here," Harry whispered in her ear. "Your mother disagreed with that fact. You were one of the few ones to be born natural, weren't you?"

"If anyone on Krypton ever learned the truth….."

Harry smiled when he felt Kara's nipples press against his chest. They threatened to tear through here shirt. He slowly played with her. His fingers brushed outside of the fabric. The only barrier between the fabric and her was his fingers.

"You want me, don't you?" Harry asked. Kara looked at him, trying to block the lust out of her mind. She was involuntarily pushing her womanhood towards him. His fingers came close to entertaining her but he pulled back. This caused her to slump against the wall and pant. "Ever since you saw what I did to your cousin, you wanted a piece of that."

"You knew that I was watching," Kara said. She felt Harry's hands slowly tease her underneath her shirt.

"I always know when a female feels unquenched, sexual lust," Harry said. He touched her but at the same time, he didn't touch her. That left Kara hanging, begging, she pleaded for more. She had to have even more, she didn't know what would happen if she didn't get more. "But, you know, I'm here, and it's time to quench that sexual lust."

Kara saw a show of Harry's bonding with the Phoenix earlier. Emma implanted it all in their minds as a reminder of his power.

"I'm sure that there's some kind of courting process, but you're in desperate need for me now," Harry said.

Kara realized that he had her out of her panties in a matter of seconds, while she was busy catching his bearings. His pants slowly slipped down.

"You've done this to me, it's time to see how tight you are. You're going to please me and I'll give you what you want."

Kara agreed to do so and she succumbed to the lust.


Natasha Romanov moved with all of the swift precision you'd expect the spy known as the Black Widow to move at. She carefully looked over her shoulder and kept pressing forward.

"We're going to have to take a quick peak at Stark's files, because they've been recently upgraded," Fury told her.

"Right," Natasha commented. She knew the game better than anyone else. "My security clearance should be able to get me in. There's something going on behind the scenes."

"SHIELD has their own problems, but if Stark has been infiltrated by HYDRA, they would have access to weapons that are beyond what most countries are capable of," Fury said. "And Stark says that he doesn't make weapons any more. I don't know what he calls that glorified playsuit of power armor."

"It would have to be considered a weapon, sir," Natasha commented. She slipped inside carefully and discreetly. "Potts left an hour ago, so there are only some security guards on the floor. They should be taken out easily."

"I'll leave it to you, report back to me when you have what we need," Fury commented. "Fury out."

"Widow out."

Natasha was glad that Fury left her to do the job that she was paid for. The super spy slunk into the shadows. She could sense that there was a laser grid of security that would trip several alarms.

She pulled out a canister and sprayed the button on the side. The crisscross of security grids appeared on the ground. Natasha placed her hands on the back of her calves and launched herself up over the grid.

The Black Widow moved with precision grace. She had to get to the end of this hallway.

The power box was at the end. One burst of electricity fried the power. By her estimations, the backup generator would kick on in approximately three minutes.

More than enough time to take out that guard in the dark, that's what she did, slamming the back of her fist into his head.

The guard crumpled down to the ground. Natasha raised her hands and pulled out the guards keys.

She found the one that she needed and opened to access the secure area. The power was going to flick on just in time for her to access the main computer system.

'Right, this lab has its own power grid area,' Natasha reminded herself. There was a surprising lack of security.

She supposed that the security out in the hallway should be sufficient enough. At least it would be sufficient enough for a highly trained SHIELD agent.

She made her way to the computer system. The passwords she had should work.

Only they didn't. Natasha had to get around the security system the old fashioned way.

"You know, Miss Rushman, that's not going to work," a voice commented, echoing through the lab. Natasha got to her feet and saw that there was no one there.

"Show yourself!" she yelled.

"Breaking into a top secret lab from a corporation that has resources to make your life very difficult isn't a good idea," the voice commented. "A naughty, naughty, girl, perhaps you should get a spanking?"

Natasha felt something goose her from behind. She screamed when she got up. Her hands were raised and she tried to blast at something.

'Great, I'm shooting at ghosts,' she mentally grumbled. She saw some tentacle like devices shoot from the wall at her.

Natasha dodged the attacks before they could hit her.

"Your movements are good, the way you move, and I'm sure that there's one thing that you don't lack," the voice commented. It was obvious that he enjoyed the fact he was getting in Natasha's head and causing her to lose her mind. "And that's stamina. You have plenty of it. You have an ample amount of it."

The tentacles wrapped around her arms and legs and yanked her back.

"But you're forgetting who runs this game," the voice commented. Natasha struggled to free herself. "And for the record, your com link has been disabled."

Natasha was afraid of that almost. She felt herself pushed back first against the table. Lasers manifested out of the wall when she was placed onto the table.

She was strapped tightly against the table. Natasha tried to free herself. The leather straps dug against her breasts and against her pussy. It caused her to be frustrated and a little bit aroused as well.

Natasha wasn't going to lie. She enjoyed being turned on like this.

The lasers caused her cat suit to be ripped off. She was wearing nothing but a skimpy bra and a pair of thong panties. The thong panties which rapidly grew wet with arousal.

"Good evening, Miss Rushman or should I say, Miss Romanov?" he asked. A man with a hood turned up. "It appears that you've been doing some freelance work on the side. And those references you had, they were good, too good. Hence why I checked them and found the paper trail that they lead back to."

He placed his hands inches away from her legs. The straps shifted to restrain her hands and feet. Her legs spread like she was presenting herself for.

"SHIELD, I must say, I'm intrigued by how you expected to keep that one, and I wonder what Fury's game is," he said. "Then again, you've been viewing what I've been doing for some time. And not all of that is because of what Fury wants. He only wants you to keep an eye on what's been happening here at Stark. He's afraid it's been compromised. He might see it to be a tad suspicious that all of the male employees have been reassigned to other Stark facilities."

He brushed his fingers down her flat stomach. He slowly played with her and placed his fingers on the band of her panties.

"Tell me, Natasha, did you enjoy the show Gwen and I put on for you?" he asked her.

"I should have known," she groaned. Her core pumped up an amazing amount of heat.

"Yes, you should have known," Harry agreed. His fingers inched closer to the sweet spot. "I want to know what Fury thinks is happening and what information you might have for me. If you're a good girl, I'll reward you."

"Oh, do you expect me to talk?" Natasha asked. She was trying to retain some of her bravado.

Harry smirked. "No, Miss Romanov, I expect you to cum."


To Be Continued On December 22nd, 2014.