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Abandoned Tenement, Queens
Ten minutes later
The plasterboard kicked up a cloud of dust as the slender form of Clary was slammed with great force into it. Her mouth already affixed to Harry, who was kissing her with extreme hunger.
She'd followed him, and he'd pretty much told her why she'd followed him, and quite frankly she'd not argued the point.
Then he'd brought her to an out of the way location he had made sure was empty and no one would care about it. Thrown up a ward or just a lot, and a few things extra to work out some...stress! As Wanda had put it.
That had gone to plan, right up to the moment he'd kissed her. Then a hugely MASSIVE spark of exceptionally extreme compatibility, had suddenly reared its head and then they were kissing like it was their last night on Earth and Harry wasn't taking too much notice on the mostly human thing.
He pulled back his eyes literally glowing with need, "What the fuck" he panted.
"Shut the fuck up already!" she growled, grabbing him and not exactly having to force him to once more kiss her. His hands slid to a tiny waist and he lifted her clear off the floor and redirected his kissing to an elegant neck and collar bone.
He'd gone from wanting to fuck the hot girl to needing her like air and he was in a bit of a dizzy state, but that's what was happening all of a sudden. This wasn't anywhere near what he'd intended, and he wasn't entirely in control of the situation either.
Long legs were wrapped around him, her waist working on his hardness like they were already conjoined, with her eyes on fire. Her eyes were flashing with her own angelic powers as she was tearing at his shirt to get at his skin, "Off, get it the fuck off. I want to see your body!"
Harry leaned back a little, his eyes unusually bright, his pupil wide as he looked into complete and unadulterated and unhooked sexuality.
What the fuck that was doing on a innocent looking college girl turned angelic fighter he wasn't sure. But he could see it in her no longer remotely innocent eyes.
He leaned on her, holding her half up the wall and then just tore off his jacket and shirt over his head.
He'd never really had many body issues to start with, and he'd worked out the way his dad had taught him using angelic muscles against themselves every day most of his entire life. Needless to say Harry had a highly defined body.
Clary shot him a hungry look. No, it was actually more than that, it was naked want.
She scraped her long french polished nails down his chest, her eyes positively the most sexually wicked thing he'd seen on a human...or actually that wasn't entirely true, because Clary was more like him than she wasn't really, part of why he'd started this path with her.
Only that was now well and truly benched, because she was looking at him like she wanted to lick and suck every single muscle on his chiselled body. "Fuck" she gasped out, sounding like it was erupting from down low, "I'm so fucking WET right now!"
Harry looked down, "For shame these fucking jeans stop me finding out just how true that is."
"What you're all magical aren't you? Fucking put me in anything you want. I don't care as long, as it turns you the fuck on!" She growled, her tone nearly animalistic and at the same time the most honest tone he'd heard in a long time.
Suddenly Clary found herself bent over his lap, him sat on a nearby chair, her wearing the aforementioned school uniform. She looked up at him her eyes pure sex. "Oh...you do like huh? Fucking spank me! Just make sure you make my ass go red, cuz if you do that, I'm going to shove your fucking cock right down my throat."
"You really would, huh?"
"Stop fucking teasing!" she snapped, "I'm yours, what the fuck do I have to do now to prove that, you won, and god I'm gonna do so many nasty things more than just suck your cock," she paused. "But..." she moved her hands back and flicked up her skirt, "Go on...one good hard hit, since I'm here and all!"
Harry's eyes sparkled, his hand flashing out and then on a perfect porcelain complexioned cheek now had a growing red handprint.
"FUCKKKKKKK" she said sounding seriously in need. "I am not fucking kidding, that turned me the FUCK on!"
"You aren't remotely what you appear on the outside, are you Hooker!"
"That's it, call me anything you like, it was just fucking turning me on anyway. Just looking into your beautiful green eyes had me dribbling down my thigh, and that was before you went there AGAIN and called me a fucking Hooker. I nearly fell over as all my blood went south when that word came out of your mouth aimed at me. I've never been so glad to wear one of Izzies fucking dresses as I was that day...but...gotta make it LOOK like I'm a good girl...really." she said a slight sneer at the end.
"Oh wow, I bet the men loved you in high school, huh?"
"You know it," she smirked. "And I put out for sure. But... like I said, none of them measured up. I am not ashamed to say I'm shallow as fuck, so I went for looks over intelligence, hoping at least one of them would have a decent sized cock."
Harry lifted her like she weighed absolutely nothing and given that she was not large and slender as hell to him she really didn't. He dumped her on her knees as he stood up, her clothing shifting to a simple skirt blouse and stockings affair that was done so smoothly she didn't even notice. But she did end up looking up at him, "You want that blow job I owe you, huh?"
"I want to prove I'm not a liar actually" Harry said, then casually unzipped and hooked himself out.
There was almost a reverent silence.
"Urh...you still with me down there Hooker?"
"Gah!" She said explosively, taking a gulping breath. "I'm not dreaming, am I?" She asked, actually sounding worried that she was.
He chuckled slightly, "Oddly I think that's the biggest ego boost I've had in this sort of situation, ever."
She reached out, curling a small, quite slender hand around his cock. Her eyes then turned to pure sexual wickedness. "Oh fuck yes, finally!" As she just sort of looked at his hardness and the look on her face was in no way in danger of him EVER going down.
"It's NOT that big," he almost complained at her look.
She looked up at him, hilarity in her eyes at that statement. "If cocks like this are standard on Angels...well, I'm moving to Heaven." she said. "Because down here, sadly most men aren't even HALF the man you are. All this time I knew REAL sex was this," she said giving him a very well practised pump that made him even harder. "So I suppose all this time I was practising on cocks that just didn't measure up." She said ducking her head then looking up at him from beside his cock, her tongue moving out of her mouth to run up and down the back of his length. Her eyes were the very epitome of aroused sexual woman, and he throbbed in her hand to look into them.
Her eyes if anything got MORE aroused as she moved her head to his tip, her lips lightly brushing his shiny crown. Then her tongue lashed from side to side, perfectly flicking with all the skill and flair of a talented porn star.
"Sweet mother of Grand Dad" he said with feeling.
Her eyes smiled, but it wasn't altogether a worldly smile, it was almost supernaturally aroused. There was also a 'light', a note of something else lurking in her eyes as she looked up, just using her tongue, titillating him while giving him a serous case of bedroom eyes.
He was rather caught by her slighty blue eyed, slightly green tinted aqua eyes. Like the rest of her they were exceptionally beautiful. It was perhaps even the angelic blood making itself known. As angels were rather well known for being a good looking bunch, but perhaps there was more to it than that with her?
He was for sure feeling a connection with her. It had nothing to do with romance, and yet was just as powerful in it's own right all the same. Right then, looking into the eyes of an absolute red haired goddess that was quite content to use her tongue on his shaft... just because she was obviously well aware it was Heaven on Earth - he was thinking some distinctly not wholesome thoughts.
His eyes steadily grew in radiance, and he crooked his finger at her. "That feels So good, but I want to give you something, something that I think maybe you've wanted a long time." He positively sexually purred at her.
She shifted, her eyes becoming teasing, as her lips moved on the actual skin of his crown as she spoke. "You're sure?" She purred back in very much the same way. Her tongue then rapidly flicking up and down on the very tip of his crown moving more like a snake's than a human woman.
"Fuck...that's... great actually. But I kinda want to do this for you." he admitted. It was strange but something in him was reaching for her, and he really did want to do this FOR her.
She closed her lips gently onto his crown, slid maybe half an inch down, so her lips were just the other side of his crown and then suddenly an insanely intense suction that made him feel like his balls suddenly shifted towards her was applied onto his cock and he went wide eyed. "HOLY FUCK" He emoted with feeling.
Her eyes were twinkling and she pulled back quickly, still sucking hard. A little spit flying and her hair in a wave and with a loud oddly sensual 'pop' as she came off his end.
"FUCKKK" he said with feeling. "This sounds rude, but I mean it the best way possible but you've got a mouth like a fucking Hoover!"
"I can suck so much harder than that, Harry. Don't you want for me to," she said teasingly, roving her tongue in little circles on the shiny skin of his now harder than ever cock, between words.
"Look, frankly I would dearly love for you to suck my cock, but put it this way Hooker" he said with a smirk. "Do you want to sit down there on your knees sucking cock or how about you come up here I push you against that wall, hook those insanely long legs of yours over my arms and then fuck you HARD. Repeatedly, and for as long as possible, with this cock you seem to want so badly.
She stilled suddenly, "You won't believe this, but that's a harder decision than you might think."
"Okay how about his, I've got a little bet going with myself that a skinny little thing like you, will be so insanely tight she can't take a cock like mine."
Her eyes flashed, and a sexy smile lit her face, "Yeah...you are done manipulating me with my arrogance. I'm not that 'me' right now. I will literally do anything just because you like it. After all, I'll probably like it too, gorgeous."
"Then get up here! So I can fuck you!" He told her seriously, his eyes flashing in turn.
She very nearly teleported into position. Hoping into his arms, literally to a supernatural strength like his he could just barely tell she was there. Then she threaded her extremely long, if also extremely slender, and currently stockinged legs through his arms and rubbed her self on his crotch with a slight rocking sensation.
"I'm shaking," she admitted, wide eyed at the truth of this statement.
"If you're scared..." he said slowly, no way did he really want to stop right then.
"Fuck no! I want this more than...anything" she said pausing a moment and then saying it in a way one couldn't argue with.
"I NEED you" she said looking into his eyes, "I have fucking masturbated with my rampant rabbit into biting my pillow. My perfect ass up in the air and I hammered its vibrating mass into my pussy over and over again over you! I just KNEW you were..." she reached between them and rubbed his crown on a very wet pussy, "...This" she said suddenly then pushed hard with two fingers and flexed her hips.
Harry went almost comically wide eyed as she used her hips to really hammer him home on the first thrust. Her entire face seemed to fill with blood, her eyes sparked with pure unadulterated angelic power as her body misfired like crazy, and then she tilted her head back. Her waist length auburn tresses nearly meeting the floor as she let rip with a literally supernatural orgasmic screamer as she came so very HARD!
Harry was actually having his own issues. Because she was indeed quite insanely tight. Her pussy was also like a thing possessed as she came. He was all the way inside of her tight little body as she came about as hard as any woman he'd ever been with in twenty odd thousand years, had. He'd had a few insertion orgasms, but that had been a lot of lead up. The lead up here had been more about teasing him. He was NOT expecting her to just go ahead and have what seemed like an honest to god screaming orgasm on the first thrust. No matter how deep she took him on that first thrust.
But dear god it was GOOOOODDDDD.
"FUCK ME!" he said with utter feeling. Her entire body seemed to be spasming, her orgasmic cry petered out and then she was panting hard her chest rising and falling quickly, which made him rather curious.
So he literally disappeared her blouse and smiled. He wasn't much of a breast man, though he'd had a lot of fun when they were available, but he was aware that women with the so called tiny tits tended to be ultra sensitive. But right now he was actually worried about making her black the fuck out. His plans for this insanely beautiful and apparently, largely unknown for the real her, Clary were long and storied.
Finally just as he was wondering if he'd already lost her, she finally stopped sagging backwards just panting like crazy, even while her pussy started to calm its insanely tight ministrations on his shaft.
Of course, he was actually panting a bit himself. Some women had the ability to really 'milk' a man when they came. He wasn't quite sure there was a word for what the hell had just happened, but that would be close enough.
Slowly, showing great flexibility, with which he was going to play soon. She lifted herself, and then looked into his eyes.
He wasn't sure what he was seeing in those rather aqua depths, but it was something...'life changing'.
She smiled widely, then leaned forwards, totally secure in his ability to hold her up like that and slung her arms around his neck looking into his eyes. "I swear on anything and everything that is listening I will be your more than able, and ever willing sexual whore if you take me away from this life. I've never wanted it anyway. And take me into the heaven of that epic experience and more, So Mote It BE."
And given that 'Harry Potter, Doesn't Do Normal.' She was about as deeply connected as possible, to a very powerful source of something that was capable of making that oath a reality. There was a bright flash as he felt, an almost jubilation from something that quite frankly should be way too high to care even about the alikes of Clary Fairchild.
"Hooooo Boy," she said, "Now THIS what its SUPPOSED to feel like!" She annouced.
"Urh...Clary," Harry said slowly, not really sure how to break this to her.
"Shh, I don't want to talk, I just wanna to do more of THAT!" She said flexing her hips, and then bracing one heeled foot onto the wall to give herself leverage and then started to work her hips and waist in a way that was deeply sexy and felt fan-bloody-tastic.
"Oh fuck me, you just had to be good in bed huh?" Harry said wincing a little at what was to come.
"You have no fucking idea, Harry!" She said slamming her hips against him a bit harder on the next insanely sexy gyration of her slender body.
"I see you removed my top...I'm afraid my girls don't really compare to Izzy, I like to suck on Izzies tits" she said her tone honeyed to the nth degree. "Apparently you might already have done that, so...say the word" she said then another deep slam.
"Steady there 'Angel'," Harry said, "There is a physical limit there Luv!"
"Yeah… I know, and maybe that hurts, but we'll have found that edge, and I'll know for the next, ahhhh thrust!"
"Fuck, will you stop being insanely good in bed for one second!"
"Fuck you, I'm not good in bed...I'm fucking GREAT in bed!" She smirked, then roved her hips against him, now hanging off his shoulder only a foot now buried partially in the ruined wall holding her in place to be able to work her body the way she was.
"Sweet Jesus that feels good! Look, Stop!" he said making his tone firm.
She did, her eyes almost insanely intense as she looked into his.
"You made an actual vow! You bloody red haired ditz." He informed her, "A magically backed Oath, that's binding."
"What, I know that already!" she said. "Can I go back to the single best feeling I've had in my entire life now!"
"Wait...you know?"
She nodded, "Figured you had the magic for it, and they don't call a sex sharing of the souls for no reason, after all."
"Wait...you did that on purpose?" He was now stunned to realize.
"Oh Hell Yeah! I'm sorry I know I sound like a fucking stalker and honestly, I'll be happy with you know just knowing that sometimes I'll feel that...I don't have words, I was always better at drawing what I was feeling but...it was true, pure, 'Veritas'. That's the word and I knew you wanted me, I don't know why. But I gotta say I'm not really into romance, but...maybe, just maybe, I could fall in love with you if that's what you want, but to be absolutely honest. I wanted to ensure you knew where to come for..." she really worked her body on the next gyration and Harry nearly went cross eyed. "THAT!"
He gave himself a little shake, "Wow, okay that's...really good and I know from Good! You're a real prodigy, though maybe...I could teach you a few things, but anyway I'm off at a tangent. I was going to ask you to leave with me anyway. I have literally seen what happens to you Clary Fairchild if you don't, and its oddly analogous with some of the shit I had to deal with. So there is no romance to worry about. What I didn't expect, was for you to bind yourself to me in sexual servitude, but okay weird shit happens, especially to me."
She laughed, which felt pretty amazing too, and she was now leaning back into the sling of her own arm, hanging off his neck knowing damn well she wasn't remotely hurting him. Her eyes were deeply sensual and he saw in their complex depths deeply depraved potential.
"Actually, now you have...there's a favour you can do for me, just a little bit of rebellion against my darling deceased wife." He said musingly, though only just holding a single thought in his head currently, and that just about.
She looked at him strangely, "Okay I want to go back to the fucking, but even I want that explained!"
Harry smiled, "Well...it all starts twenty Six Thousand Years Ago…"
Outside Tenement, Queens, New York
Later That Night
Over six days of truly time locked time later and some rather... well Harry would have to say some shocking finds about her, and maybe about himself, he was now feeling the first creepings of outside influence.
Just when a woman he finds almost painfully sexy, and in other ways also insanely attractive, launches an offensive that has her literally taunting him to have sex with her. He then, takes his students to his much loved adoptive son, at least the only one remaining, and in truth Magnus had always been the apple of his eye. But there in his sons apartment he once again bumps into Clary.
Now he'd fully intended on 'bumping' into Clary during that visit anyway, somehow. The first time he'd ever met her was early on in her Shadow Hunter life, not long after she'd found out about the over world and underworld and the thin arrogant as hell line that called themselves Shadow Hunters.
He'd got flashes there and then of what her life would be like without some serious intervention. Now in all honesty and this had been further backed up, she was a rather shallow girl by even her own admission who was occasionally a bit of a whiner in his opinion.
Of course, that hadn't been the REAL Clary. But he'd not actually known anything on that, more than hearing her first thought upon seeing him as clear as if he'd dug into her head with his many telepathic abilities. It had been 'WANT' so loud, so clear, and so primal that he was under no illusions that on a totally looks level Clary wanted him, that much couldn't have been clearer.
So bringing his two pupils, who even though they were deeply annoying him right now he cared for them a lot and their education and safety. The fact was a warlock portal was perfect. It was instant cast, didn't take all that much power, especially for a core magical and had a built in idiot proof mechanism that removed some more stupid from the gene pool while protecting your back. So he wanted that for them. But at the same time as choosing to do it there and then just to make them focus on something other than his darling wife's machinations from beyond the grave, he'd also had the oddest feeling of requirement to it.
He sometimes got them around important events, but this was of the level of 'Holy Shit, Hell has come to Earth' importance and not helping a fellow chosen one NOT have a shit life. But all the same, he knew as soon as he heard Clary was right there in Magus' apartment, that the time was perfect to make something happen, even if that was beg.
So, he decided in the end to do both, he tried to appeal to her to come off the front lines, her innate abilities would lend themselves just as powerfully to the healing arts. But no, there was too much expectation. So, he tried to use her attraction.
Then things got totally out of his control when he found that their shared Angelic base-make-ups seemed to have some crazy mutual attractor that essentially meant that now they had been with each other, keeping their hands off each other had proven...problematic. No joke, she honest to god didn't like to not be touching his manhood, which apparently was just what she wanted in her life.
End of the day, despite her her extraordinary origin story. Clary Fairchild wanted nothing more out of life than to do her art, and surprisingly enough now she'd met him...do him. So she'd taken the rather extreme, and as he'd eventually found out as they HAD talked a bit, well thought out step of swearing her sexual servitude to him. This was knowing the sex was just this side of too good to be true, and oddly enough because she knew he was a good person, because quote...'Magnus is awesome; and you're his dad'...end quote.
So it hadn't been a spur of the moment thing and while at times it seemed like she didn't have a thought in her beautiful head. She actually ran DEEP and the real Clary in the best possible sense was a totally depraved whore who hated acting like sweetness and light. She did so for her mother, and her sort of step dad and eventually Simon too. Who she even admitted that her libido was going to end up fucking that up like her world had fucked his life up.
So she was, well in the best way... Not entirely savoir material in the first place.
They currently stood side by side, the building they had moments before been in a time locked room doing some things not seen outside of hardcore porn, slowly started to fall apart. What they'd done to the place physically had then come crashing down in one go into real time, as he'd released the lock.
Time locked or not, and while looking like Harry could snap her in half with one good thrust Clary was quite a fair part true angelic being. That meant she was strong enough inside and out to take him utterly railing the living crap out of her when she turned him on a little bit too much at one point. And do so with a large gooey smile on her face, despite the fact in any normal circumstance a girl that thin, he would've broken her for sure.
And now, he'd done the one thing she'd 'asked' and not part of the deal even, and released her mother. Who she wasn't even going back to see because she had some serious issues with her, and it would all be terribly complicated. She wasn't even collecting her stuff from the institute or saying good bye to anyone there.
She was going from here, with him to Mangus' where Harry could hide them all for a while while Magnus, if he hadn't already since he had a gift for teaching, taught his students the portal spell. Then directly to Dog Star they would go, and maybe since he still called her Hooker to get her dander up, maybe collect two hundred dollars.
Though if he was totally honest, a gift and skill such as she seemed to have naturally, would earn a LOT more than a couple of hundred bucks. He'd actually asked her why she'd not tried porn, since there was no shortage of large cocks in that industry.
Rather wryly, she'd said they'd told her to come back when she was legal. Sadly despite showing her drivers licence that had only been last year...she was nineteen now.
It was true he could feel like a dirty old man, but honestly at his age he wasn't likely to find anyone in a socially acceptable age bracket. So quite frankly, as long as they were legal where ever they were from be that state or planet. He didn't care any more.
Which was ignoring the fact he now had someone on HIS side of the war of the wills. He knew for sure Luna was behind this, Wanda's sex offensive was just Luna's sort of madcap tactics, and hell they'd work eventually.
Again this is where things started to get a little fishy. Though honestly not wanting a chosen one, super shadow whatever to have a shitty life as destinies butt monkey he'd set out to save Clary.
Only in an odd way, she was saving him.
There was no way in living hell while he drew breath he was NOT going to find Wanda's display sexy as all get out! And it would never fail to make him rampagingly horny. If not having other issues he was TRYING to deal with when it came to her.
But he'd just had six days of literally off the hook sex with a woman that was honestly as aroused by sucking his cock for no other reason than she liked it and...well his cock as she was full sex. So she was a literally pornographic fuck, and was now sexually subservient in a way where by her worded oath would always be ready, willing and very able to then after Wanda did her tease, take the edge off.
Because without that, as sad as he knew it was, Wanda's little sex offensive would've been very short, and in his opinion would upset the careful balance of the relationships building on Dog Star.
Now, bringing in 'Little Miss Porno Fuck' who by the way was actually one of the most beautiful women he'd seen in a long time too...that wasn't going to go down well and despite not wanting to make it obvious they'd had sex...well even right at that very moment Clary was looking at him in a way that was going to get her shoved against the nearest wall and railed again. For a girl who had usually radiated a such level of sweetness, she was able to put such depravity into her look it was almost like night and day.
But it seemed like the real Clary had been hiding a long time and had gotten good at it. As in, he wanted to find a few boys and break their legs, long time.
But either way, he had her on his side. Thanks to the whole slightly addictive aspect of this Angelic connection he could trust she wasn't going to do anything that would make him not want to have sex with her. So, anything he told her, the old girls club need not apply. He had sort of the ultimate trump card to female solidarity and honestly from their short discussions between quite literally knocking down walls it sounded like Clary had never really paid more than lip service to it anyway.
Recently having found out that Valentine played god with his kids, she'd assumed she had something bad that made her in her own words 'a bit ole slut'.
This was something he loved quite frankly and she'd told him all the men did but the women...not so much!
But he'd been able to tell her from personal experience that Angels, at least above a certain true ability were deeply sexual creatures. They had an almost unfair load-out of pheromones and other attractors that had he'd had to hide during his school years and thanks to which Clary had found had a nasty habit of stealing other girls boyfriends with little to no effort on her half at all. Thus the male best friend, even though he wasn't gay and would also be head over heels in love Harry had told her.
To which she'd said she knew that, and again her libido would end up going there, he was a good looking guy and...she liked good looking men and made no apologies for it.
He had to kind of admire that, it was shallow as all hell, and at the same time... it was also a personal preference and it wasn't like he didn't go for beautiful women himself. So he could hardly take issue.
"Right, you... stop looking at me with those bedroom eyes, the bedroom we last were in is currently sinking into the basement."
"Yeah...we really fucked that!" she said her eyes now twinkling with amusement.
Harry snorted, "Very funny."
"I figure if I mention sex, or sexual words enough that it's like neurolinguistic programming, and you'll eventually take it into your handsome head to jump me again."
"Urh...we are actually on the clock now Angel, we could do with getting back pretty damn sharpish."
"So...teleport then," she said like it should be obvious.
"Yeah...that sounds like a good idea," he said and opened his arms, then suddenly closed them. "And now I see an immediate issue with this plan."
She shot him a smile that said she'd already seen that issue and didn't consider it worthy of calling an issue.
"Are you really saying you won't be able to touch me and not end up doing something sexual" she said stepping closer her eyes positively alight.
"So far that would seem to be the thing yes, the angelic blood or something has created an issue with the pair of us where we have this slight thing we REALLY need to get a handle on!"
"You mean the issue where we can't keep our hands off each other. And I then usually end up gagging, screaming and generally end up smiling like a lunatic."
Harry smiled sexily for a moment before he wiped it off his face, "I'm over twenty six thousand years old damn it. I have some self control."
"Not that I've seen, not with me you don't, at least in my current experience of what... six days now of well all of it heaven." she smirked.
"Sassy for a slave aren't ya" he noted his eyes sparkling, because damn it all he REALLY liked her. This Clary, the inside Clary that is, the other, the image she wore. Not so much, this one...a LOT.
She smirked, "You don't find subservience to be remotely sexy, you like me giving you attitude and sass and you love to then make me pay for my smart mouth, by me using it in ALL the best ways."
Harry blinked rapidly, "We've known each other all of...oh, clever girl. You're reading the oath bond already huh. That's quite impressive."
"Just because I have simple needs, doesn't mean I'm not intelligent."
"I knew that already. I find intelligence sexy too."
She smirked, "You do know, thanks to the bond, you probably just raised my IQ"
"Urh...it shouldn't be QUITE that powerful, airhead" though he was slightly worried it could.
"Yeah-yeah" she said suddenly stepping in close and looking up from under her lashes at him. "Now, we're going to be walking into a potentially political minefield, with women you have actual emotional connections to. So, I'm working this bond like it is a part of me. I don't ever want you not to want me, and they potentially have the power to do that."
"No...they don't" Harry said firmly. "This bond, it goes two ways, as you can already feel, and the way you worded it, well...I'm not likely to find better on totally shallow level, which you should understand Angel."
"Yeah, Fuck you too" she said smiling up under her lashes at him, her expression making that more of an offer.
"Is there a reason you're trying to look utterly beguiling Angel, because I have to say that would work on most any man, but...I'm not just any man Angel."
"Mostly I'm just thinking, I can't help it if I look beautiful, its' not like I am doing it on purpose."
"Wow...ego much" he remarked dryly.
"Not ego, Dick! It's not even arrogance because arrogance is not true confidence. This is every single man I've ever met since before I hit puberty wanting me and usually somewhere along the line telling me I'm especially beautiful. That's not ego, or arrogance that's learned fact. That many men can't all be wrong. No matter how much you think I'm am an ego centric shallow little bitch."
Harry frowned, "Where did that blurt come from?"
"I think maybe you did actually raise my IQ. But either way. I knew you thought that, most people do. And that was the way it had to be, I was hiding my true self for so long the mask was a part of me, but it was only a mask. I am not arrogant, you son of a bitch and I'm not egocentric. I just know what percentages are and how to calculate odds."
Harry smirked,, "And all those men pretty much even odds you are what they say you are. Okay, well hell; you are one hell of a beautiful woman. I've sought out beautiful women and you seem intent to have honesty between us, so here's some blunt honesty. I like your looks Angel, that's a big part of what caught my eye, just like all the other men. But what I am inviting into my home now and not only doing so out of a sense of duty, or even the oath but the fact that I've just had an amazing six days of literally pornographic movie star level sex, that's...that's what I really like, and that... the sexy look sparkling in those yes, beautiful eyes is it. But many eyes are beautiful and actually you're kinda skinny."
She snorted, "I'll remember you think I'm skinny the next time my legs are wrapped around your face as you do that thing only you can do with your tongue. Oh god...I've totally distracted myself thinking of that. What was that thing you called it."
"It's just the alphabet trick Angel," he smirked, "Only in Parcelscript, the magical language of snakes."
"I thought I died several times, what letter did you get to anyway?"
"Of the thirty eight letter alphabet...in English around G before you fainted."
"That wasn't me fainting that was just a... time out... and that, that, would've made me come with you, oath or no oath offer or no offer. That's just too good to bear, oh god, and seeing you down there between my apparently skinny legs wrapped around your head, working my stocking clad thighs on the sides of your face as that insanely good tongue lapped on my wet... silky... folds, hmmm!" She purred her eyes turning even more sexual in memory.
"Ah!" he said stepping away. "This is more of the issue we need to sort. You get horny, I get horny and the next thing you know there was another day gone. I only meant to keep you there two, if we weren't what we are and especially you, we've died."
"Not to be a cliché, but wow what a way to go."
Harry smirked, "Look! You were obviously going somewhere with all this, where was that. I swear, you are the first red-headed ditz I ever did meet."
"You know when you insult me my pussy starts to water like crazy" she said wistfully. She smiled a smile that was one hundred percent pure sex, "Probably because it and I know that no matter how mean you sound, one you don't even mean one damn word as you are actually a darling man, and two, soon after one of us will break and then my true idea of heaven and hey it's with an angel..talk about ironic...that is what generally happens next. Because despite the fact you and I have been going at each other like a new Olympic event, you've managed to prove that I wasn't wrong to take the insane risk of bonding myself to you."
"Sappy bitch" he said after a moment.
"AND...Now I have to walk into a room, into a home with two women that are quite naturally going to hate me on sight. I mean generally that would end up happening anyway, it's why I adore Izzy, she's utterly self confident and insanely hot, I don't even rate, so I didn't get it with her. But these two..."
"Oh Izzy, how to explain my long complicated relationship with Izzy" Harry said with a sexy as hell smile.
"Wait...you know Izzy, I mean she said...but I figured that happened last year."
"LAST year, fuck no, every single year since she was legal."
"Huh" Clary said with feeling, "That would explain her sexual confidence I suppose." she said, "Anyway that is honestly kinda cool, but not important here and now. You want us to go in there like nothing sexual happened, right?"
"It might be easier to ease them into that, don't you think?"
"Fuck and no! Because just looking at you and me, another woman will for sure know that I know what your skin tastes like. Trust me, I've dealt with loads of women whose boyfriends ended up, doing something with me." She said making wild motions with her hands as she spoke, the unleashed Clary was rather expressive compared to the hiding Clary who even muted her body language. So much so, that Harry had thought she might end up being a bit of a crap fuck in all honestly. He was so VERY pleased to be so entirely and utterly wrong about that.
She may actually very well be the best sex he'd had in maybe a several thousand years, if not longer. But she already had an ego the size of an oil tanker; so he was avoiding that admission. Despite her denying she had ego, Harry had a feeling she didn't know the actual definition of ego.
"I have a feeling you have an alternate plan." he remarked.
"Right now we've been gone what...twenty minutes? Even your smooth moves and my pissed off demeanour, we ain't gonna be doing it by now."
"I've done that faster, trust me."
"I'm sure you're hot shit Harry" she said rolling her eyes. "But I am not that easy" she smirked. "At least, they don't know that I'm THAT easy." she laughed, "So..my wining plan is," she stepped in working his belt.
"We're in the middle of the damn path woman!"
"Yeah well if my magical master can't hide us...including that car just there, we're going to be in a LOT of trouble." She said her eyes now burning for him in a way that he had to admit really turned him on.
It was oddly titillating to be someone's ultimate sexual partner, he'd not in that he'd had that 'oh, god, oh god you're the best I've ever had.' way.
After a bit of practice he'd gotten rather good at the whole thing and including a few luckier moments where he could honestly say that the stupid beautiful red head going to her knees in the middle of a walkway was actually as good if not better than a well known pornstars. In fact many of them, after that first one he'd rather made a point of having more.
The fact was, if not just going through the motions your average porn star woman could turn a normal man into a quivering lump of over stimulated, pleasured goo.
The fact that woman had not managed it with him had then led her to sharing some tricks and tips and in a nearly week long learning tutorial on all things sex. It had put him in a good place to be able to say that with perhaps many less sexual partners and at the tender age of nineteen Clary Fairchild the purest of the pure Shadow hunters, could if they believed her damn age. Walk into Pornography one day and be a absolutely superstar the next.
The girl had skills that nearly sent him cross-eyed. So, it was potentially going to be a bitch fest in his house but … he now had her as a constant sexual partner who was linked to him in a similar way to a familiar bond. This was something he'd not yet admitted in truth, so hello immortal insanely good fuck.
Call him a 'Man' in the way only a pissed off woman could say it, but once she'd made the oath...while he could break it pretty with some effort. There was absolutely no fucking way he was stupid enough to do that with a woman already as insanely good as an experienced porn star who was oath bound to be always amazing and would stay that insanely hot...forever.
Harry wasn't that stupid, admittedly he was also taking advantage of this for a few things, but right now her turning up the way she did, and the impossible fact of her skills and abilities being such they impressed a Twenty Six Thousand year old man enough that he stopped quibbling over fine details, giving the oath time to settle.
Oh yeah, some higher power was FOR SURE, in his life.
He looked down, her beautiful, and quite frankly just simply incredible mouth opened and he smiled, "Remind me later Luv...I need to check the Mandala, as my mind is about to go bye bye."
She paused, her mouth still just about to make contact with his cock, then back de up, "Urh...fuck you! I'm not your secretary as willing, and as I am to play that fantasy, that is not a job I'd ever chose. Also, do you seriously think I don't go bye bye when that god of all cocks goes in my tight teenaged pussy."
"I wish you wouldn't keep saying that, it makes me feel like an old leech"
"Yeah...said the insanely good looking man that looks my age, hey...can I make a request?"
He looked at her, "Sure."
"I'm going to suck your cock, and I'm going to look up into your eyes, can you just... look back for me." she said her eyes alight.
He smiled, "Only if you want to get fucked until you can't walk"
"Actually" she said brightly, "That is so totally the actual plan!" She said and then moved back and closed her mouth and again it was like some of his internal piping was shifted suddenly forwards by sheer suction.
To be totally shallow, that alone would've done it, to be fair.
Mangus' Apartment, New York
Late Night
The other Shadow Hunters that had originally been with Clary, had left and with the arrival of her limping heavily and Harry looking mussed gave the impression she wanted to give. In other words not even trying to hide that they were sleeping together.
She was right after all, one look at the way Clary tended to look at him at times and the game would be over for sure. Now she'd thrown aside her mask, it appeared, and she had no wish to ever put it on again. This was another reason she wasn't seeing her Mother or Simon. They quite literally wouldn't recognize the woman behind the gorgeous eyes they were so used to seeing before.
Harry was currently sat in a peaceful moment watching Magnus take Ophelia through the portal spell, it appeared she was having some issues learning it. Harry might have an idea if Magnus didn't get it across soon enough, but right now he trusted his long ago adopted son to handle it.
Suddenly Wanda slinked into the chair beside, well...mostly on top of him, curling her leg part way over his body, making no issue, just cuddling in.
"Pull up a Harry why dontcha" Harry said dryly.
"This, this is just a hug, do not be an idiot man" Wanda said a sexy smile on what appeared to be her habitually worn scarlet lipstick. Her eyes glinted sexily as she looked at him, "So, you fucked her good, hmm?"
"That my dear, is rather personal don't you think?" Harry said cocking an eyebrow at her.
"I am not being fucking jealous, idiot" she informed him.
He looked at her, "Urh...good, I think, should you be? Right now, at least, there is not a formalised arrangement between us. Unless you'll be putting your masturbatory explorations into my diary?" he said with amusement.
"Huh, stupid! I thought this would be what you said, but she...she is giving me the worried looks"
"I would be very surprised to hear that to be as honest with you as you usually are with me. Clary is...not lacking in personal confidence"
"No...not that sort of worry. I do not think she cares if I'm upset. I think maybe she steals a LOT of men, looking that way, some men like the innocent thing."
Harry couldn't help it he nearly choked on his tongue.
"And that was what I thought you would be doing, when I said that."
"Oh, so you're polling me then" Harry said, "Well...you are rather an intelligent girl who likes to find her own answers rather than ask questions I've noticed."
She smiled slightly then rocked her leg up and down and then further up his thigh.
"Steady with that thing, it's loaded" Harry said dryly.
"She actually leave some for the rest of us...perhaps she is not what I think she is after all" Wanda said dryly.
"Right then clever clogs, stop trying to illicit the responses you want out of me, and maybe try asking me instead" he said slightly annoyed. "This is annoying."
"I could, but right now honestly...I like being on you like this, it feels fucking good. So do not be an idiot."
He smiled and then draped his arm over the back of the chair and over her in the process.
She put her hand on his chest and laid her cheek on it, "He is not explaining the portal. Not so Ophelia will understand. Me it was piss, he say it just the way I learn to use my magic, as you now call it for me. I learned to feel, and do, Ophelia she is all numbers and logic"
Harry nodded his total agreement to that assertion. "Son..." he called out, Magnus turned a smile on his face, "Try showing her the Arithmancy instead."
Magnus smiled wider, nodding his agreement and then suddenly the board of diagrams turned into the numbers and graphs. The science of magic, or at least as close as it had ever got to science. It was all about numbers and repetition of patterns and Ophelia would love it. Very quickly her worried frown turned into one of those heart stopping smiles he preferred to see on her beautiful face.
"Ahhh...yes, this is more Ophelia's thing. To me it almost make something as wonderful as magic fucking boring."
"Never! While I did eventually learn it. I actually feel the same way as you do, but a teacher needs to be able to relate to his students, on whatever level they are working at."
"I think, from this statement, this is not the first time you teach magic?"
"I worked in a magical university for about twenty years, loved it. It was one of the more rewarding things I've done, but the paperwork...aye" he said with a theatrical shiver.
She snorted, "So...I must talk to you and I am doing this in this way to stop you from moving and because you are not the only one that can read minds laughing boy." She said with amusement, then lifted her leg all the way to rest over his manhood and reached out, took his hand and placed it just on the top of her thigh. She wasn't really pushing any envelopes, but this was something he did like to do with women with legs as amazing as Wanda's. "No...stop" she said "Please" as he started to remove his hand.
Harry relaxed his hand, "What's in your head today, nothing quite as overt as last night I hope. I mean I'm game, but that is my baby boy and while he's two thousand years old trust me on this, you never really stop being embarrassed that your parents have sex too." he said with amusement.
"I do this because I know you like me now, and I do this for me too. But I bring a message. I must admit, I personally did not see you doing it so fast, but she say you are very resourceful when you being a stubborn ass."
Harry looked at her, a rather straight look actually.
"The message is being simple and maybe make you fucking relax before you end up doing something that will hurt me, or maybe, even your darling Ophelia, and on that subject we must also speak too."
"Alright darling, say your peace" Harry said relaxing. "You'll find me a lot easier to deal with if you come out and actually talk to me, and treat me like I have a mind of my own."
She snorted softly, "She said you would be saying this, it is kinda creepy. Dobby, this morning he say 'Mistress Luna"' she said affecting a squeaky voice, rather accurately actually which caused him to smile, "'She be knowing Harry for three and half centuries, Harry being over twenty six thousand years old'."
"God bless that being" Harry said with a smile.
"But..he was wrong too and yet also so right; it scary"
Harry frowned, "Alright you sure have my attention."
"Right now Luna, no actually, just the creepy picture thing. I know it not really her and yet...it kinda is. I will explain that later, and that will be from me to you and she does not know me well enough that to know I tell you that."
"A lot of curiosity in me right now!" He mocked her tone, and accent, lightly, but mocked all the same.
"Stop that! I can't help the way I talk you English dick!"
"Fuck that, don't ever stop. And definitely don't lose your accent! It's a sexy as fuck voice on a woman that didn't need any help in that regard."
"See, you say that, and today I know and I know for sure you like me and mean what you say. Yesterday, without Luna saying I should do...well, what I did in at least... sort of. I not know quite how you feel, and it was confusing for me."
"Right start with the message, and then we'll clear that up!"
"Okay, Luna she say, 'Stop being a prick you stubborn fool as if I would ever try to tell you who or when to love I'm just trying to show you that you are already loved'."
Harry blinked and then snorted, "Twenty thousand years later and she still proves she's WAY smarter than I am. Seriously she knew I would look to counter that exact move?"
"To the letter, I not think it would be this fucking fast, but...obviously an opportunity presented its stupid beautiful red-headed self. What's the matter my hair not red enough?" she said dryly.
"Look, fine, yeah okay. A part, a very small part, of the reason that Clary is joining us is something that urh...presented itself and yeah, I jumped at that. I thought it was a good, simple solve. Mostly because you have no idea how close you came last night."
"You, you have no fucking idea what last night was even about." She said with a sexy smile, "It was ME that Luna was teaching a lesson, I think. Knowing you so fucking disgustingly honourable, that you not fuck me silly like I damn well was asking you to last night." She paused, "So you need not to get mad, I will slap you if you do."
"I dunno love you seem to swing from slap, to putting your pussy in my face."
"And that not gonna be the last time I do that, but you must follow the rules. Or I have to stop and leave, because I cannot be where you stick that god of cocks first, no matter how badly I wanted it in me last night and also probably tonight too."
"Alright now it really does sound like you're scheduling my sexual encounters."
"Don't be idiot man. Or maybe... you really not see that Ophelia is beautiful, sexy as fuck woman who would like nothing more for her hero to show her very physically that he thinks she's a fucking woman and not the little girl you … maybe starting to treat her like? And I think, she did a pretty good job this morning. I think; she one hell of a kisser, you looked like your entire mind stopped working."
Harry nodded, looking amused, so she continued. "So she shows you she's a woman, but you and I both know that after she offered what I am offering and yet you choose me, she will get very angry. Maybe too angry, and go down the path you stopped her from. I not care for being first, until last night I was fine with not fucking you at all."
"So what changed?"
"My story first, so you understand, and you not being there, you can't get all...moral"
"I already have a worrying feeling where this is going."
"I was always...urh..."
"A goddess"
"Okay, I like that better than pretty. But always I drew the boys eyes, and I watched and I learned and was curious. My first time was...horrible he miss entirely and make me bleed, I couldn't hide that my brother...he fucking kill him."
"Okay, I thought maybe a thrashing But, seriously he killed him?"
"Dead. We were already on the streets by then, different rules. He had to make a...urh...example. So yes, he killed him, also I was only thirteen."
Harry winced.
"But I was curious and more careful and I learn eventually that men do anything to be with me. You put a man's cock in your mouth and get good at that, and suddenly I am not lacking in having food and rations to keep me and my brother alive in below zero winters."
Harry nodded, "I'm not even going to ask how old"
"You not want to know, but they want more, I think fine lets use it, some of them even make me feel good. I learn my body and the way I look it makes men stupid. They always eventually want the same thing, my pussy or more often my mouth. So I honestly am like, okay this is not so bad. So, me and my brother, we live another day. I even grow to like it a little and maybe..." she smiled a carnal smile that was enitrely fitting with her character he'd seen lately. "I learn how to make them beg and give me more than they offered and learn that me equals stupid man who want to fuck my mouth or my pussy. But mostly it's not so good for me."
"That does happen a lot in situations like you were in, I'm sad to say."
"Yes, you older than shit, you seen it all. But now I ended up with the pretty boy I already be moving to fuck when I get stopped in the bar."
Harry went wide eyed, "And first couple of nights I'm bit disappointed that you not darken my door. Even though by now I know there are men who will do good and not want anything in return that was all my pubescent years and what...a year of captain America and the Vision, maybe even fucking Tony Stark. I mean...one end to the other" she said rocking her head side to side still resting on his chest. "And then there is you and I like okay, sucks he's pretty but maybe he likes other men. I had this sometimes, but..." she smiled, "My mouth and they close their eyes I do in a pinch, you know."
"Yikes, okay, so...Luna sent you into my room dressed in a way that would specifically get My motor running...for what? You wanted to see if I'd finally ask for rent?"
"No, Idiot Man!" she said laughing slightly, "That wasn't even about you. That was all about me, and I admit I used you last night, but I learned something new, something very good!"
"Okay...can I ask what? Or is it private?"
"I learned that, I can really fucking like it, if I look into your pretty eyes I not thinking of fingers in my pussy but instead big really very fucking hard cock. It throbbing, so FUCKING hard with how bad he wants me right under my fingers. I see it in your eyes how much you want me and...for maybe the first time I am fucking liking something sexy with a man and it not like I must do this so me and my brother can eat instead it 'Oh god that beautiful man wants me so bad'. I am picking up some of what you want to do to me too, because you're so fucking hot for me I make your shields weak and I can read you a little. I have never, ever in my entire life CUM so fucking hard. My fingers, they coming out of out of my still vibrating pussy dripping with my honey and I feel sexier and so pretty more than I knew it was possible to feel. I not being just a couple of holes that are useful for making men stupid. Instead am wanted by a god of a man, who shows me finally that he wants me!"
Harry blinked her tone had been very intense and she'd worked her hand under her knee and was softly working his now once again very hard cock.
She just got to him, in ways even Clary didn't.
"So maybe tonight I come again, and maybe because of Ophelia who I adore too, we not fuck. Even though for the first time it's ME who is the one who wants to have sex. Maybe just maybe I get you so fucking horny you leak again and I read the things, the marvellous wonderful and imaginative things you want to do to me in the clothes that make me feel like a sexy princess. So fucking sexy on my skin, and maybe I get more daring and fuck myself harder, or I stay longer, cum more than once. But we MUST be sticking to the rules, and must be never breaking them! Ophelia she not understand for all the databases in her head. So first you show her, the sexy sexy woman that you think she's is and not a fucking little girl and, yes, you are treating her that way. You go too far the wrong way...it so not good."
Harry winced, hard. With Wanda she used more simple words to express sometimes complex things, so...really not good, he needed to stop the way he was apparently treating Ophelia.
"And I keep to myself maybe that I come every night in new sexy clothes and cum looking at a man who wants me just because I am a pretty and sexy, not two nice holes to use, and I come because I see in your eyes real desire and find a reflection inside of myself for the first time, and you! Not be thinking that I use my fucking pussy to make you pick me. This not being what we want, and Ophelia agree. And right now..." she paused then forged ahead, "...I tell you, I love you. I don't fucking care if you love me back. You not treat me like a hole or a weapon, and you see that I need help and you give of maybe years of your life for it. And yeah I love you, so fucking put up with it. So we see if I here tomorrow. Luna she warned that maybe I should not be doing that. But you, you not lie to me, so I not lie to you. My life it, has never been fucking normal, whatever that is being. Why that change now anyway. Have one, have me, have Ophelia too, have millions of fucking woman. I not fucking care!" She said prodding his stomach with a razor sharp nail, "What I do want from you might cause me disappearing now"
"Go on..."
"I don't care if I'm not the only one that maybe you love even a little bit, I just care that you being you and you took in this fucked up dangerous magical who not know it was magic. I not care if you love me back, though I would like if you do. I love you...this being a gift I give you and I not think you are the sort of man, no matter how scared he is of being in love, that reject me just because I admit it. Again, I not expect you to love me and this entire Luna plan long and complicated things and counter plans total shit, she's fucking crazy!" she laughed, "She want this to happen, this being why she asked Wanda and not Ophelia who is being trained in diplomacy and politics and shit, to give her message when you find a safety valve. I pissed that I am the one that will get you so hard and not the one that you then go fuck. But so what, I being there for me too, so is not so bad."
He hugged her tighter, "That...was the bravest thing I've seen in a long time"
"I know maybe I fucked up!"
"No...I swear to you even if you don't give me the oath and I can't teach you any more than I already have, you have a home on Dog Star, for as long as you want. I'll give an oath if you like."
"Is that your word on it?"
"It most certainly is," he said looking into her eyes.
"Is being more than enough for me. You the oath I give it tomorrow, I understand why you must ask it of me." Then suddenly her wand was in her spare hand, ejected from the wand holster he'd also made for her.
"This...best thing I ever had in my life. I know it is mine, I feel it doing exactly what you said it would even when sometimes feel silly waving a stick. Even then you show you are true, I FEEL doing as you say it would, and I fucking love it made out of part of a crazy robots failed dream that ruined my life for a while. When my brother, he died. We shared a womb, we lived our entire lives together I did what I did, and he, he protected me even with Strucker. We looked out for each other and never a single day of our lives were apart. I thought without him maybe I should not be alive either" she paused, tensing slightly.
"You think after I lost Luna I didn't...investigate ways of maybe joining her? I understand, different relationship no less important. And you were twins, there's a lot of research into twins, and just how connected they can be. It must've felt like a part of your soul was ripped out."
She suddenly sat up right, and looked into his eye, then suddenly leaned in and kissed him. It was brief but held a lot of promise and was honestly and shockingly electrifying for Harry. But she pulled back before he could really react. A smile on her face that was rather full of shocked wonder, then she settled back onto his chest, "You do. You understand" she said. "It is right that you do" she said, holding him a bit tighter.
"You know I'm not sure what Luna thinks is going to happen now. Oh Woe is me an absolute goddess loves me, I know I've pretty much refused the idea that maybe I could fall in love again like I did with Luna. But I've not run from love" he said, then smiled, "Look over there, would you say that man doesn't love me?"
"No, this man is being a total daddy's boy" she laughed.
"Do you think that I don't love him just as much?"
She tensed, surprise on her face.
"I'm capable and willing to love" Harry said sighing, "The trouble is she's only really seen a procession of women passing through Dog Star. And no, you know what, they didn't tend to last more than a maybe a few days if they were exceptionally good in bed. But also they meant nothing more than just sex" Harry said. "And maybe I wasn't interested in exploring any more than that. And yeah...maybe I was a stubborn idiot. But its not like I'm not fucking capable of love and honestly my darling Wanda if you didn't mean anything to me I would fucked you silly last night and loved it. It wasn't the only reason that I held back then even with your dropping that line about how Ophelia would feel. Cuz I was nearly about to jump you sure, but... So yeah maybe I've taken advantage of something and yeah...Luna outsmarted me again...no fucking surprise it's Luna she's WAY smarter than me, as in insane evil genius that no one can out think. Not a word of a lie I was always very aware that while I fucking adored her and we were TRUE Blue soul mates, I knew that. And that we even managed to have almost a relationship with each other through me being drugged out of my tiny little mind on the most powerful, usually one dose love potion known to man. Seriously, usually one drop of that shit and I should've been utterly wrapped up in what turned out to be fucking Ginny. And yet our soul mate connection was so strong, even while I was off my fucking face on daily doses on this shit that at the time should've killed me Luna and I had been having a sexual relationship since...well we were too damn young, but even then after I was an utter twat when I was finally off my love Meds. and I caught the little bitch red handed, she waited for me to whore myself to any woman that would look at me, and then I suddenly realize all this time there's this goddess of a girl who for some reason I keep coming back to...oh shit Harry that's because you love her more than life itself, but I never...ever beat her."
He paused, "So soul mates and a particularly powerful bond. So excuse me for not realizing that after she was gone I had a soul to share. And what do I do soon after and thanks to your fucking ingenious idea exactly. I'm not a fucking idiot Red, I knew you and Ophelia were manipulating the shit out of me in the park, and I'm pretty sure you were rather proud of yourself for getting one over on me weren't you?"
She chuckled, her tone rumbling into his chest, "Did I struggle with the fact I'd just joined my immortal soul to you or Ophelia?" he pressed.
"Shut the fuck up or I cry" she said, muffled by her face in his chest.
"Well if you keep working my cock like that you might find yourself show casing your blow job skills a little earlier than you thought. I'm feeling...very sexual and having you all over me playing with my slightly sensitive manhood like its your own personal stress toy is not helping my sense of Zen. And my sexy as fuck Red. I warn you now to be careful how closely you put that sexy as fuck pussy of yours to my face. I'm rather partial to licking insanely sexy pussies and yours...is honestly a very insanely sexy pussy." He said his tone deeper and obviously clearing off the heavier emotional reveal that made her risk feel very much like it had been the right thing to do.
"You would lick my kitty?" She asked, surprised by the thought by the sound of her tone.
"Oh Red I would love to. And that's not even actually sex, legally speaking I mean."
"You...you are the devil!"
"No that was my dad." He smirked. "But I picked up a few things about temptation, as you might've guessed."
"Well legally speaking. I think there begin some American big wig who firmly said oral sex is not being real sex."
"Exactly and I have to admit before you stopped me, that is exactly what I had planned to do."
She tensed, "I stopped you licking my pussy?"
"Yep"
"I've..." she smiled and he felt it, but he had the oddest feeling it was bashful, "I've never had my pussy licked!"
"Oh hell" he said, "That is just criminal."
"So maybe...one night, tonight maybe, or maybe no...I put my pussy closer than maybe I should"
"I will lick it, I swear to god I will, that you can believe my darling Red."
"I think is sounding too good. But now I wonder, if this wrong or right thing to do. I'm not used to thinking that, having a female friend is...complicated. I'm not used to worry about other peoples feelings, my brother I already knew what he was feeling."
He leaned over her slightly, "Ophelia never has to know and it's not actually sex"
"You...you are evil, I think maybe I cum so hard I never see straight if you are the one, just thinking about it..." she shuddered.
"Are you wet right now Red?"
"You...how did this end up with me being the one horny as fuck that was supposed to be you and your are very hard I feel it in my hand, but now I'm dangerously wet, that is a new feeling for me"
"Well I'll let you decide Red, but fair warning, unless you're going to be stupid enough to tell her, and she'd be upset. I would have no moral objections at all, in fact I'm now dying to lick your pussy which I know from close personal inspection is one of the prettiest pussy's I've seen in maybe thousands of years. And to hear that no man has ever done for you what you've done for them, why I'm positively keen"
"You're evil! This is what no one realises, the magical angel...he is being the personification of purest evil," she said with plenty of humour.
"No, but I'm not the sort to let teasing pass by so easily either, but that said...I will back my words with action."
He felt her lips curled into a smile, "Yes, and maybe I get too fucking horny tonight and put my pussy in your face and not worry about guilt until morning, but...is it wrong?"
"Now you're asking" Harry said the teasing tone dropped, "Me, I would say no. But then, Ophelia might even consider you masturbating right in front of me not right. I am honestly not too sure on her moral stand point. I don't think it was a priority in what they downloaded into her newly made brainbox"
He paused, "Do you want my honest answer? You're not gonna like it and I fucking hate it!" he said with feeling.
She nodded, "I know what you will say, you will say we no do that because maybe we not see it as sex. But maybe my friend, she does. This would not be right, it would not be in fitting with the spirit of what I promise her to myself."
"No...not even close to what I was going to say...after all I want to lick you pussy."
She lapped his chest, "You are evil, evil man"