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The Lost Fountain
Chapter 1
Recently graduated Harry Potter was sweating profusely as he inched his way through a tight series of caves that were cut into the cliffside. Just outside was a picture of paradise with sandy beaches and beautiful blue water. Greece was everything that had been promised. Unfortunately, Harry wasn't there for the sights. He was there to find something that had long been lost.
Wiping the sweat off of his brow, Harry held his wand up as high as he could, which wasn't very high. The Lumos was shining brightly, showing off the raggedness of the cave walls. Harry examined every inch of them, desperately looking for any trace that he was in the right place.
His adventure to Greece first started while he was still a student of Hogwarts. His best friend, Hermione Granger was the biggest bookworm that he knew, so naturally, they spent a lot of time in the school library. One day, while perusing through the endless rows of books, he spotted something that interested him. It was an old book on the ancient Greek gods and goddesses. While reading it, he came across a section dedicated to the goddess Aphrodite. Of course, it gave her backstory, which was interesting, but what really caught his attention was the part about her lost fountain. The Fountain of Aphrodite was said to have been lost somewhere in Greece for thousands of years. Rumors said that anyone who drank from the fountain would be blessed with superhuman skills in the bedroom and the stamina of a randy centaur. That was a tale that any teenage boy would grab onto. Unfortunately, most boys didn't have the means to go traipsing off to Greece in search of some fountain that may or may not exist. Fortunately for Harry, he did have the means.
Immediately, he began buying books and scrolls and anything else that could tell him anything about Aphrodite or her lost fountain. Slowly, he put together every scrap of information that he could. While Voldemort was still around, he had to treat it as a hobby, which he did. Thankfully, Harry defeated the Dark Lord and earned his freedom. The first thing he did was make plans to travel to Greece. Harry purchased a small cottage near the beach and filled it with supplies. He never told his friends what he was planning, afraid that they'd make fun of him. He too thought that it was silly on occasion, but he didn't care. It was more about the adventure than actually finding anything. Still, he hoped that he'd find something. All the information that he scrounged up led him to believe that the fountain was somewhere in this area of the country. Obviously, it wasn't out in the open. Harry traveled around trying to detect any wards that would hide it but failed. If it was that easy, someone much better at detecting magic would have found it years ago. That made him believe that it was hidden underground.
Harry then began buying up maps and geological surveys of the area, trying to see if there were any caves or caverns that could potentially hide it. He did indeed find the entrance to a cave system on an old muggle map. Rumors were that muggles had tried to map that particular system, but always failed after a certain point. For some reason, they simply got scared and turned back. Muggles chalked it up to a natural pocket of methane or some other gas that was messing with their minds. They found it too dangerous to keep trying. As the years passed, it seemed that people forgot about those caves, and Harry could see why. The entrance was small and well hidden from sight. Not only that but it was situated right smack in the middle of a steep, rocky cliff face, making it dangerous to enter. Harry's magic broom took care of that.
Waiting until just before the sun came up, Harry used his broom to fly to the mouth of the cave and sneaked in, leaving the broom by the entrance. If necessary, he could always apparate away. After that, he had spent the next several hours walking and sometimes crawling through the winding, twisting tunnels. Once he even had to use his wand to delicately chip away an area that had collapsed.
Grunting, Harry blew away the droplets of sweat that were beading on his upper lip. As he rounded a corner, his heart sank into his stomach as he lost his footing. Reaching out, he was just able to grab onto the rocks to keep himself from falling. Shining the light down, he saw that the cave sank at least thirty feet below. Seeing old, rotten ropes hanging over the edge, he knew that the muggles had at least gotten this far. Not to be outdone, he used his wand to slowly lower himself down. Once his feet touched the ground, he continued his trek. It was another long and strenuous hour before he came upon the spot that thwarted the muggles. Immediately he could feel the sensation of a Ward of Despair. He wasn't so close that it affected him too badly. He was still able to think clearly. Opening his book on wards, he flipped to the section that covered that particular ward set. It turned out that he didn't need to destroy the wards, but simply alter them to allow his bloodline access. After ten more minutes of waving his wand and speaking the incantations, Harry cut his finger and dripped some blood on a nearby rock. Instantly, he knew that he had succeeded. He could feel that the wards no longer affected him. Wanting to test it further, he slowly crept along until he was sure that he wouldn't be forced to turn back. Once satisfied, he picked up the pace.
Deeper and deeper he went into the caves, going further than anyone had done in thousands of years. Suddenly, he stopped when his light glinted off something shiny. Reaching down, he picked up what appeared to be a coin. Taking a closer look, he saw that it was indeed an old coin of some sort. It was silver and had two owls within a wreath. Harry wasn't knowledgeable in ancient coinage, so he just placed it in his bag. Even so, he knew that it was ancient. He smiled knowing that he was in the right place. Looking around, he couldn't see anything else, so he moved on.
As he went deeper, the cave tunnel eventually widened until he was able to easily walk while standing up. Then, he heard the splashing of water. Walking around a steep bend, he saw a beautiful underground waterfall. The water appeared to be coming from a natural aqueduct of some sort. Reaching out, he shivered from the icy cold water. With two hands, he cupped some of the cold water and splashed his sweaty face and head. Sighing in contentment, he looked around. Seeing no other way forward, he ducked his head and walked through the water. Making sure that he didn't step into the drainage hole, he gasped as the cold water drenched his hot body. It was only a few seconds until he appeared in a large cavern. Getting out of the water, he waved his wand and dried himself before looking around. In the distance, he could see a light in the deep darkness. Holding up his wand to brighten the path, he slowly made his way to the light. His heart hammered in his chest at what he saw.
There in the darkness was a glittering fountain made of solid gold. A statue of Aphrodite was standing there with outstretched hands that were cupped together. Water inside of her hands poured out into the pool at the bottom. Obviously, it was magical in nature. The water itself radiated the light that he saw. Studying it, he noticed that Aphrodite was incredibly beautiful and that the statue looked to have been created by a master artist. Before anything else, he tested the surroundings and found no other wards. He could safely apparate in or out at his leisure. Nodding his head, Harry took a deep breath and went down to his knees. Leaning over, he reached out and like Aphrodite, cupped his hands and scooped up some water. Without hesitation, he moved his hands to his mouth and drank deeply. Harry continued to do this until a feeling hit him in the gut. Groaning, he fell over holding his lower stomach.
Pain hit him hard in his belly, but the pain didn't stay there. Slowly it crept downward until it hit his groin. Screaming out in agony, it felt as if his crotch was being seared off. Harry didn't know how long the pain remained. Lying on the hard, stone ground, he shook and trembled uncontrollably until the pain faded away. Breathing heavily, Harry shook his head to clear away the cobwebs. Groaning, he rolled over and sat up. Touching his groin gingerly, he felt no pain. While his head didn't hurt, he could tell that something was wrong. He was very lightheaded and could barely concentrate. Strange pictures were flashing in his mind, but he couldn't make out what they were. Using all the willpower that he could, he apparated to his cottage and stayed upright until he was in his room. Harry collapsed onto his bed and passed out instantly.
It must have been several days until he had woken up. Ravenous with hunger and thirst, he nearly destroyed his kitchen while eating everything in sight. Once he was done, he tried to make sense of what had happened. Thankfully, he could now think clearly. In fact, he could think very clearly. He easily remembered what had happened. Not only that, but he now knew why. The water had filled his mind with knowledge and answers to his questions. The burning in his groin was the water destroying and reshaping his genitalia. The grogginess in his head was from the process of filling his mind with information. That information was nearly all about sex. Smiling widely, Harry had accomplished his mission, and now he had plans to make. He had been gone for a while and missed his friends. While he loved Greece, it wasn't his home. He apparated back and picked up his broom before returning to his cottage. Soon, Harry would be back in England.
The Lost Fountain
His international portkey dropped him off at the small house that he had recently purchased. It was a short distance away from Shell Cottage, the small home that Bill and Fleur lived in. Going into his room, he groaned and stretched before taking a long hot shower. Once he was done, he got out and dried himself off. Looking in the mirror, he liked what he saw. While his overall look or build didn't change, his cock did. Before, it was of average size and thickness. Now, even while soft it hung halfway down his thighs. When hard, it was a monstrous twelve inches of angry, throbbing meat that his own hand couldn't fit around. Harry was eager to try it out. He relaxed until the sun began to set. Getting dressed, Harry went out to the Three Broomsticks to see if there was any action there.
There were a few good-looking girls, but Harry set his sights on Susan Bones. She was the third wheel to Neville and Hannah who were together. She was more than happy to have him sit with them. They talked for a while and drank more than their fair share. As the night passed, they scooted closer and closer to one another.
Susan was wondering if Harry was going to invite her back to his place. She was already a bit tipsy and wanted a bit of fun. Hannah was about to leave with Neville when it seemed that Harry was making his move. She gasped when his hand touched her thigh. It felt like pure pleasure was traveling up the inside of her pale, smooth thigh and making her pussy flutter. Unbeknownst to her, Harry was using wandless sex magic that was taught to him by the fountain.
"Something wrong, Susan?" Harry smirked. Susan shook her head rapidly, too afraid to speak unless she let out a loud moan. Her eyes twitched as her pussy leaked her juices all over her panties.
"Looks like Hannah is leaving. Maybe you'd like to come over and keep the fun going?" Harry asked, his hand traveling higher. Biting her lip, Susan was just able to let out a moan of "yes!" before clamping her lips shut once again. Harry pulled her to her feet and side-along apparated them straight into his bedroom.
Susan didn't even get time to look around when Harry grabbed her by her ass and lifted her up. She gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to bed. Tossing her on the mattress, Harry removed her high heels and slowly rolled her black stockings down her creamy thighs. Susan was shuddering violently as his lips peppered her soft skin. The lower her stockings went, the lower his lips followed, traveling over her knee and down to her ankle. Once he pulled the stocking free, he moved on to the other. By the time her legs were bare, her pussy was absolutely soaked.
Harry smirked as he used his newfound sex magic on her. He used his fingers to toy with the delicate skin behind each of her knees, flooding the area with magical pleasure. He could smell her arousal wafting up from under her skirt. The air was thick with it. Unable to stand it, she opened her legs and showed him her small, cotton panties.
He smiled at the large wet spot that covered her little pussy. Her panties were so wet that they practically clung to her plump lips. He could easily see the shape of her cunt through the drenched fabric. Her hand slid down her thigh, and her fingers began rubbing her panty-covered pussy.
"Please, Harry!" she begged.
"Please what?" he smirked and asked. Reaching out, he pinched the small bump in her panties and hit her with his strongest pleasure-inducing magic.
Susan's eyes bugged out when his fingers touched her covered clit. "Ohhhhhhh!" she squealed out as her body flopped around wildly. Suddenly feeling like she needed to pee, she was unable to stop herself when jets of fluid came shooting out of her spasming pussy. Her panties did their best to hold back the flood, but her juices sprayed out in every direction. Her legs were wide open, and she watched as Harry reached down and tore her soaked panties in half. Her fluttering pussy was exposed to the cool air for the first time that night. Not caring if he was staring at her naked cunt, she was just able to lift her bottom when he pulled her skirt off. Settling between her parted legs, he ripped her shirt open and sent buttons flying everywhere. Only her bra was keeping her tits hidden, but even that didn't last long. Her bra too was destroyed by him ripping it open. The brutality of the move had her epically large tits jiggling and bouncing. She could see a look of pure lust in his eyes as he stared at her double D-sized tits. Being a little self-conscious, she moved her arm to cover her big breasts. Harry was having none of that. He moved her arms and reached out, pinching her extremely light-colored nipples that were already rock-hard.
Harry was having a grand time while he pinched and pulled at her nipples. He cupped her big tits and juggled them and hefted them, and even slapped them together. With nothing more than a thought, Harry was naked. He crawled up her body and straddled her stomach. Susan looked nervously at the size of his cock.
"It's guaranteed to hit all the right spots," he told her, placing it in the valley between her breasts. Using his wand, he conjured some lubricant and coated his cock and her breasts.
"I don't think that will fit in me," she said, clearly shocked at the size.
"Don't worry, love. We'll make it fit," Harry said as he began thrusting his hips. Groaning, he pushed her tits together to make the crevice even tighter. He told Susan to push them together to free his hands. Once free, he reached back and began rolling her clit between his fingers. Susan let out a whorish moan as her legs immediately parted. Faster Harry thrust, feeling an orgasm quickly coming. Susan was already cumming. Her back arched as her pussy sprayed his bed once again. Moving his hand down, he massaged her quivering pussy as he groaned loudly. Susan's mouth was open in a constant moan when the first spurt of his thick cum shot out and hit her in the face. His cum splattered into her mouth as he continued to thrust. Some painted her cheeks while some more hit her in the neck. Susan was unable to take any more pleasure and clamped her legs shut. Unfortunately, his hand was still cupping her naked pussy. Hitting her with pleasure once again, she bucked so hard that he nearly fell off of her. Harry chuckled and climbed off of her, removing his hand.
He watched as she breathed in deeply, her eyes glazed as she stared at the ceiling. She looked to be in a deep sexual daze as she laid there, face covered in cum and legs splayed open. His cock was already hard and ready to go. He settled between her legs and rubbed her clit with his huge mushroom head. This brought her out of her daze. "What are you doing …"
She didn't finish before he slid all the way in with a single thrust. Her screams filled his house as she immediately came on his cock. Little did she know that she was only the first of many. Harry needed to perfect his skills. The only way to do that was with a great deal of practice.