Back for Chapter 15.
There seemed to be some kind of glitch that makes it so replacing a chapter is seen as updating a new one. All because I corrected some grammar. So, sorry about that.
In regards to Stella. I tried to keep her mostly canon and like to think I succeeded. She also has good qualities, which will be shown in later chapters. I promise.
Also things will speed up significantly after this chapter. I know it drags on more than a little bit right now, but I wanted to set the stage so to speak. Not to mention that the World of Winx Club seemed a little empty for my tastes.
Maybe I overdid it? As always I hope you enjoy it.
Planet Solaria, Library of the Royal.
After a few minutes of trying to search for Chimera the old fashioned way Harry cursed himself for forgetting to give her an enchanted mirror. 'An enchanted mirror would've made contacting her considerably easier.' he lamented. 'Not that it'd guarantee she picks up.' the same was true for the Dark Mark, with her ignoring the small surges he sent through it.
With a sigh he pushed the next door open. What greeted him on the other side was a massive library.
The gigantic, rectangular room spanned almost the entire length of this wing of the palace, a vaulted, three-story hall lined with shelves laden with tomes in a hundred languages. Light from large windows, their crimson curtains open, flooded this well-appointed chamber, causing its luxurious furnishing to cast long shadows across the bookshelves that filled the room and lined the walls. The overstuffed and high-backed chairs, low mahogany tables, writing desks were clearly old pieces crafted by masters.
Bookshelves and scroll cases lined every wall and stood in ordered rows throughout this high-vaulted nave and in the apses on both ends. A dusty silence filled the space between the shelves, each one brimming with stacks of scroll tubes, slender volumes, and voluminous leather-bound books.
Nary a sound was heard but the echo of Harry's footsteps as he strolled through. Only meeting a stray scholar or curious noble in the lower levels. On the highest and smallest one was not a single soul to see. However, from a hidden alcove deep in a corner of the library some faint sniffling could be heard.
"Chimera?" Harry asked softly just as rounded the corner from where the near inaudible noise came from. The problem was that it wasn't Chimera sitting before him with puffy eyes and tears staining her cheeks.
Instead it was a young woman, her pale blond hair voluminous and perfectly coiffed, framing tearful golden eyes set in a beautiful face decorated with a cute nose. To her voluptuous figure clung an ivory dress with puffy sleeves made of the finest silk and trimmed with golden thread, and over that a maroon corset of equal quality. High heels of the same colour as her corset sat beside her, leaving her cute and delicate feet bare. Two silver bracelets swirled up her forearms in intricate patterns while a tiara of similar design adorned her forehead, invoking a subtle but unmistakable mark of station.
After an awkward staring match of about five seconds, Harry asked "Do you need help?" Chimera may need his help, but she also told him she'd come by later.
The young woman futilely tried to hide her tears by wiping them away. That only served to smear what little make-up she wore even more, making a mess. "Do I look like I require assistance?!" she tried to sound imperious and commanding, even holding her back straight, but it was lost by the way her lips trembled and her tears continued to flow.
"Yes." came the short and blunt answer as Harry sat down beside her. "Do you want to talk about it?"
She clearly wrestled with herself, evidently trying to decide if to tell him to piss off or not. "I'm...I... yes." She finally said with a sigh, hoping it'd take all her frustration with it. It didn't.
"I'm Harry Potter, by the way." the wizard introduced himself kindly, offering his hand to her.
"Diaspro Vala." the young woman responded, offering her own out of a habit drilled into her since childhood.
After brushing his lips against her knuckles, as was proper etiquette, Harry asked with a crooked grin. "So, what's a beautiful young woman such as you doing in this place all alone, crying no less?"
Diaspro visibly wilted under his question, drawing her knees against her chest. She'd been so sure that the zenith of her life would be here now. Instead she was at her nadir.
"You don't have to answer if it's uncomfortable for you." Harry assured her, hoping he didn't make things awkward with the question. He conjured a beautiful red handkerchief and offered it to her.
"Thank you." Diaspro said, taking the offered cloth to dab her amber eyes. Followed by shaking her head, causing her perfect ringlets to swish with the motion. "And it'd be nice to have someone to talk about it that isn't involved." her parents weren't very helpful with the issue. The less said about her ex-fiancé the better. "However, where to start?"
Harry joked. "At the beginning is usually a good place."
The terrible joke caused only a small smile for the briefest of moments. "I suppose so." she acquiesced and after more moments of silence she began. "It wasn't too long ago when I thought I would be the future Queen of Eraklyon. However, my betrothal was broken by the very one I was promised to." a hiccup escaped her lips and tears threatened to come forth once more before she reasserted control. "I was even prepared for him to have some mistresses over the years, expected it even, but I did not expect this." it was the norm for arranged marriages to involve some extramarital affairs, especially for future kings.
"I'm sorry." the last Potter said solemnly. It was the only thing Harry could say in an attempt at consolation.
Diaspro didn't even acknowledge his words, too consumed in her own thoughts. "I just don't know what I did wrong!" she cried out, half in anger and half in frustration. "I did everything that was asked of me! Everything!" her breath became ragged. "Maybe if I would've just been better! Made more of an effort!" this time hiccups interrupted her from time to time that grew in intensity. In an unusual display of disgrace snot came out of her nose. Normally she'd never lower herself to show such a vulnerable side so openly.
Harry sighed at that and used the handkerchief to clean her face, and using the opportunity of her attention to say. "You can't force love." his emerald eyes stared into her glassy orbs. "But to me it sounds like you were the only one putting in any effort into the relationship." Harry told her. "I'm assuming this arrangement had been in place since your childhood?"
Diaspro nodded at that. "Yes, since birth I was practically raised to be his queen."
Not showing his distaste at that, Harry asked. "Did your betrothed make any effort to get to know you? Or were you the only one?"
"We spent much time together!" she told the wizard forcefully, as if to convince herself more than him. She clearly remembered all the times they were together on balls or other affairs of state.
The raven-haired man shook his head. "That's not what I asked. I inquired if he showed interest in you during that time, beyond simple politeness that is." One eyebrow was cocked in obvious challenge to her. Already knowing that this was most likely not the case.
This time Diaspro struggled, trying with all her might to remember. Yet, try as she might, nothing came to mind that indicated Sky having an interest in her beyond a vassal of his father. While she knew nearly everything about him, he knew nothing of her. 'Or rather he never bothered to ask!' a voice in the back of her mind supplied with venom. Something that did not make her feel better all that much. "I'm such a failure as a daughter and as a woman!" was the conclusion she came to, burying her face in her arms and curling up. It had been her duty to marry Sky, and her desire too.
Diaspro didn't know how long she sat there before a single word cut through it all. "No!"
The word spoken with such force and finality that it somewhat snapped Diaspro out of her spiral into despair. "No?" she asked in a dumbstruck voice thick with disbelief. As if this was the first time someone told her it was not her fault something went wrong. An observation that reminded Harry painfully of himself in his younger years at the Dursleys.
"No, it is not your fault." He affirmed, taking her chin in his hand and gently wiping her new tears away with his thumb. His intense emerald eyes focussing on her own with such a focus she was sucked in. His voice firm, kind and soothing. "Let me make one thing clear. People will leave you, by death or choice," he himself had enough experience with that "but that doesn't mean it was your fault." The words were uttered in such a way that it seemed no other conclusion was possible.
"How do you know?!" she shook her head in denial. "What could you possibly know about my situation?!" her anger at his presumption prompted Diaspro to slap his hand away, scratching him with her long nails and drawing some blood, but she didn't move away. 'He knows me less than a day!' she thought, using him as an outlet for her built up rage. Though it were just the dregs of her fury, the glowing coals of anger sitting in her stomach which were naught but ash. Nothing more of her wrath remained by now, having used it all.
Not bothered by that in the least, Harry replied with a small and knowing smile. "I know that your heart is probably shattered right now and it hurts. Trust me, I know. However, I also am sure you only had a superficial relationship with him at best." he shook his head. "No, you're mourning what you've built up in your mind all your life. The whole future you had pictured in such vivid detail it could've been real, and to you it was." he told her empathetically, remembering Sirius and how that turned out. He never really knew the man more than in passing, but that didn't mean it hadn't hurt to lose him. "Yet, you also were moulded into this person that isn't truly you, doing what someone else's grand plan dictated for you. I think you now realize that the life you have lived was not your own. But other people's perception of what your life should be." he spoke from experience on that subject. Painful experience.
The longer he talked the more Diaspro's anger became terror, terror at how right he was. So Diaspro didn't say anything, struck mute by his words and eyes who apparently could look directly into her soul and mind. She began shaking like a leaf feeling as if falling freely. "What do I do now?!" the blonde woman asked no one, her voice cracking and sounding tiny, unsure and lost. All her life she had been told what to do or be. Now that safety was taken from her.
"Whatever you want to." Harry assured, slinging his arm around her shoulders as they sat on the ground, serving as her anchor.
That was evidently too much for poor Diaspro, who still looked totally lost. "I have no idea." came the honest response after a few minutes of intense contemplation, confused amber eyes looking at his ruggedly handsome face. A lifetime of having every decision made for her did not prepare her to make one for herself. Diaspro did not even have an idea where her life should lead.
"I'd recommend putting yourself back together first." the wizard advised softly, squeezing her shoulder firmly. "In time the sharpest, the most jagged edges of your pain will wear away, so that maybe you won't cut yourself any longer on the cruel shards of your memories. It won't be tomorrow, or next week, but you will be able to pull yourself back together." to demonstrate he conjured a vase with his free hand and let it fall, smashing it. Followed by conjuring molten bronze and using it to glue the pieces back together. "You won't be the same as before, but depending on what you decide to do you will be that much stronger, that much more beautiful."
Diaspro looked at the vase entranced. It was no longer a flawless white, but beautiful and unique in it's own way, and completely distinguished from the masses. "How do you know it'll work?" she sniffled, her voice chocking up with emotions. Not denying any of his claims as to her life. Somehow knowing that he saw right through her. Yet, also unwilling to say it aloud or leave the comfort of his embrace and return to the coldness.
"Because I've done so a few times in my life already." he chuckled with a soft smile, instinctively kissing the side of her head.
"You must've a Heart of gold then." she murmured into his shoulder, an embarrassed blush colouring her cheeks. She spied the vase with veins of beautiful bronze running through it out of the corner of her eye. A new and small resolve growing in her heart.
Her words caused Harry to laugh in earnest. "Hardly." he denied. "Just trying to do my best." seeing that her tears had dried up, he commented. "Seems I was somewhat successful too."
"Indeed, thank you!" the noblewoman said gratefully, gifting him a reluctant but beautiful smile.
Harry stood up again, dusting himself off before inclining his head to her. "Well, it was a pleasure. I have to go now, but I hope to see you again soon."
Diaspro did the same as him, not wanting to disgrace herself any further. "Likewise." she said with a perfect curtsy.
With that he bid her goodbye, resuming his search for Chimera.
'Maybe he's right?' the blonde thought as she paced around, shaking her head and letting her pale blonde ringlets twirl. "No, I know he's right." she murmured, her shoulders slumping a bit for just a moment before straightening again. Her lessons in posture too ingrained to ignore for long. She then remembered all the times Sky spurned her advances, no matter her intention. Something that in the beginning only strengthened her resolve to win the prince.
Diaspro took a seat on a nearby bench, pondering it all. Her thoughts taking her to places previously unexplored. Now that they were not as clouded as before. 'Maybe it isn't so bad?' she thought, thinking of the positives with a slowly growing resolve. 'While it is true that I deluded myself into thinking I had to make Sky love me, most likely due to my upbringing, this isn't the end of the world.' she thought with a wince. In hindsight the unpleasant things Harry said made sense, even if she didn't like to acknowledge their validity. But Diaspro had had years of constant rejections and little choice but to face reality. Now that she thought about it she felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders instead.
"I may not marry Sky, but Bloom won't either." she mused aloud. That particular spectacle was something Diaspro actually looked forward to, very much so. "I can even have some entertainment of a different variety." pictures of a ruggedly handsome man, with scars and emerald pools for eyes came to mind quickly. Her finger drummed on the goose flesh of her elbow as she said with a growing grin. "After all, it'd be unbecoming of me to not be fully engaged in the festivities!"
Diaspro's mind conjured images of her dancing on the floor, being twirled about. All while Bloom sobbed in the corner as Sky was dancing with his fiancée, looking at her in jealousy. She promptly wiped all of the dust off her dress, fixed her make-up, slipped on her high heel shoes and went to prepare. Already dresses, accessories and more for the coming ball flew through her mind.
Suddenly a wave of nausea assaulted her out of nowhere, forcing Diaspro to her knees. Her head throbbed in pain, her vision grew blurry, feeling as if about to split open any minute. As if the indignities would never end she also vomited her breakfast onto the floor, thankfully not onto any precious books or scrolls.
"What's going on?" she wondered, a grimace marring her beautiful face as she held her stomach in pain. After a few tentative steps it receded somewhat, leaving only her head throbbing like she had the mother of all headaches. After magically cleaning up her mess Diaspro stumbled along, making her way to the resident healer.
Planet Solaria, Royal Palace Healer's Office.
The trek had been pure agony for Diaspro, surges of pain wrecking her body periodically. The size of the place not working to her advantage at all, as well as forcing herself to evade the nobles in fear of embarrassing herself. Soon the smells of herbs and poultices stung her nostrils as she stepped in. The walls on each side were lined with beds, and the floor was exceptionally clean, sterile even. Pads of cotton and rolls of gauze bandage sat ready beside a variety of tools.
The myriad fragrances of dried herbs, fungi, and bubbling liquids created an overwhelming mingling of scents, sharp and acrid, though not unpleasant. Spotless shelves lined the walls, each laden with glass bottles stoppered with corks. The labels on the bottles, clearly visible, included the ingredients and instructions for use. One could find everything from antiseptic liquid to clotting powder to creams to relieve boils, burns, and bruises.
Luckily no one else needed the care of Healer Kakophonix; the Physician of the Solarian Royal Palace. Like all healers dealing with nobility he came from the Fortress of Light, where all of them learned their craft. Most importantly these healers were under magical oath to never reveal information about their patients.
He was rather unremarkable in appearance, with plain brown hair and grey eyes. Also being on the shorter side of things, as well as rather thin. The plain brown robe he wore didn't do him favours either.
"Hmm." Kakophonix hummed in thought, checking her with a variety of spells. A quill wrote by itself what was diagnosed on a nearby piece of parchment. That turned to a frown as he read it. His unremarkable eyes turned to her from the parchment. He interlocked his fingers and asked delicately. "Are you aware that you were given a Love Potion?" while he could make assumptions, some couples used them to spice up their love life, that wasn't prudent. Especially noble ones whose marriage was one of convenience or to forge an alliance.
"What?!" came the outrage response. Diaspro's eyes were wide in disbelief. "No!"
"I see." the healer said with a forlorn and weary sigh. "But yes, the results do not lie." he tapped index and middle finger onto the parchment a little. "For quite some time, too. About a decade if I'm correct in my assessment."
The blonde woman could only stare at him with empty eyes. "But a Love Potion doesn't cause these reactions!" she tried to deny, not wanting it to be true.
"That is true." Healer Kakophonix nodded. "However, the symptoms you described occur when someone has been exposed to a Love Potion for a long period of time and then suddenly is removed from it." he explained patiently. "You see, your body has become dependant on it now."
"Like a drug?!"
"Yes, very much like that." he agreed with a frown. "It doesn't happen often and is therefore quite obscure, but many potions are able to make someone dependant on them through prolonged usage. Especially ones like Love Potions, which alter the recipient's brain chemistry." others, like replenishing potions, were quite safe.
"But you have the cure, right?" she desperately demanded. Her mind whirling with possibilities of who could've done this to her. Sky seemed like the perfect culprit due to him being the only one she had professed her love to over the years. However, then why did he spurn her? It didn't make sense. The list shrunk down further due to no other suitors vying for her hand. Who would be fool enough after her betrothal to the heir of Eraklyon was announced? Not to mention that it also made no sense for them to make her obsessed with Sky.
Kakophonix sat down, crossing his legs as he took a drag of his pipe. "Well, there are two ways to treat it." he lifted one finger and said. "Firstly, there is the usual method of using the Love Potion antidote." before she could agree he forestalled by raising a hand. "Which, as you most likely know, is a Hate Potion. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but due to the severity and length of your exposure I'd have to adjust its strength sufficiently."
"And what's the problem with that?!" Diaspro demanded, not seeing the issue in her current state.
"The issue is that with a concentrated dose of that magnitude you'd feel such all-consuming rage in you that nothing could stop you from trying to kill the former target of your affections." Kakophonix explained grimly. It was especially bad because Diaspro was from a prominent family and a quite powerful one as well. Just a disaster waiting to happen, something she seemed to hopefully recognize as well. Though, her expression didn't reassure the healer. "Not to mention that, as a fairy, you'd be out of commission due to it." such rage and negative emotions would prevent her from transforming altogether. Which also made the option of using a prolonged treatment of that kind inconceivable to fairies as a whole. Some Fairies even used Love Potions and other euphoria inducing ones precisely for that reason.
Diaspro growled in the back of her throat, and seriously tempted to use that option. It was nearly worth it ending up as a traitor to the crown by killing Sky with her bare hands, but only nearly. "What's the second option?"
The healer seemed to lose some of the tension in him at that. "It's to slowly wean you off of it over a long period of time." her expectant stare told him to get on with it. "You'd take a Love Potion of the same strength as before, but in a dose which decreases each time until you're clean."
"How long would that take?" she inquired with narrowed eyes. Not quite liking it, but she supposed it was better than causing an interplanetary incident during the next few days.
He made some calculations on the parchment, his quill scratching about. "About three standard months." was the eventual succinct answer.
"Does it need to be the same target as before?" Diaspro inquired, wincing as another headache threatened to split her head open. She desperately hoped that to be the case, not wanting to give whoever dosed her the satisfaction of winning. "And couldn't I simply ignore the withdrawal symptoms until they vanish?"
Kakophonix shook his head. "No, of course not! And right now the symptoms are mild due to the potion having just worn off. However, they'll get worse in time, ranging from nausea and diarrhoea to hallucinations and insomnia."
This time Diaspro blanched, imagining the indignity of projectile vomiting onto visiting nobles at the party the next day, or other possible incidents. 'A few months doesn't sound so bad. You can get through this.' she thought with resolve when another thought came to her. 'But who to key the potion to?' she wondered, rubbing both temples with her hands to alleviate some of her headache. That's when she saw the dried blood under three of her nails, giving her inspiration. 'That can work, hopefully!'
"I'll take the second option." she finally said, resignation dampening her anger. not needing ot mention how galling it was to chain her heart after just getting it back, feeling another surge of something building inside her.
The healer nodded. "I'll get you the necessary potion." he promptly waddled off into a nearby room.
With Kakophonix occupied Diaspro returned to pondering who could've dosed her with a Love Potion. No one came to mind, until she thought about who would benefit from her being infatuated with the Crown Prince of Eraklyon. 'My parents!' was the conclusion she came to, her stomach falling to her knees at the realisation. It was followed by the ashes of her fury reigniting to an inferno. She remembered all the complaints of her not putting in enough effort to win Sky over. As well as not being a stronger fairy. "All while giving me a ridiculous handicap! How could I've possibly made Sky love me, if I wasn't myself to begin with?" she muttered venomously. They must've stopped drugging her when the betrothal was broken, seeing no use in doing so any longer.
The timing fit as well, having met Sky the first time when the dosing had begun. It was even more jarring too, because by now she didn't even know who she really was.
"Well, one thing is certain. Their wishes no longer hold any weight to me!" Diaspro swore with a growl, incensed at having been used in such a manner. Sure, betrothals were normal, but not robbing her of literally every choice. The words of the handsome man she had met today suddenly came back to her, only strengthening her resolve to do what she desired for once. All her life she had done what others told her to. Well, now Diaspro would do what she herself wanted.
What the young woman did not expect was a bright light enveloping her, causing amber eyes to widen. "What?" she brought out before it subsided again. Feeling no immediate change, Diaspro stepped in front of the nearby full-length mirror used for inspections.
There was nothing different about her clothes, meaning she did not transform. One thing did change, however. "My Charmix!" Diaspro cried out triumphantly, touching it immediately as if afraid it'll vanish into thin air. Around her throat now sat a solid choker that shimmered with a mother-of-pearl sheen, like oil on water.
Unbidden, a smile appeared on her face, knowing exactly who to thank for overcoming a personal difficult worthy of earning her Charmix. In her case it was either letting go of the lifelong ambition to gain Sky's affection, and her parents' to a lesser extent, or making her own decisions. Gaining her Charmix confirmed for her that she was on the right track. One did not ignore such things, even her stubbornness had limits.
The iridescent choker soon vanished again, just waiting to be called back.
Soon Healer Kakophonix returned with a huge flask of pink liquid, saying. "You just need to add some DNA to key it to a person of your choosing." he also handed her the instructions as to how much to use when and with what liquids not to mix it with.
Diaspro did as told, scratching the blood under her nails into the liquid, causing it to change colour to a vivid mother of pearl sheen. The first dose was promptly taken, letting her feel better immediately; in more ways than one.
"Thank you!" she waved goodbye to the healer with a bright smile, which looked quite sinister in the correct lighting. 'This is a new beginning.' She'd seldom been so eager to learn more about someone, but Harry was an intriguing man. "And the best part is, this time Bloom can't snatch away what I want!"
After all, what were the odds of that happening twice?
Planet Solaria, Royal Palace.
Bloom didn't know where exactly she was nor what time of day, but guessed somewhere around evening. Not that such a thing as evening existed on Solaria. Then she remembered she had a phone able to tell her the standard time of any planet she was on, which was the one from the centre of the Magical Universe; Planet Magix.
"Twenty o'clock." she read. Extremely thankful that Planet Magix had basically the same number of days and hours in the day as Earth. As well as the same measurement of time, which luckily extended to the rest of the Magical Universe.
That didn't solver her current problem, though.
Without Stella as a guide the Princess of Domino was simply lost in the labyrinthine palace, it being more expansive than any other structure she knew. Luckily the servants were helpful and told her where to find what she was looking for.
'Too bad that Sky isn't here yet.' she lamented, not out of any longing for him, but having hoped to finally get that pesky break-up out of the way. It wasn't as if she'd want to stay together now, even if she'd never met Harry. Sky ignoring her for weeks and the knowledge of them being cousins was reason enough for her. 'At least he'll be here tomorrow.'
After a few more minutes of wandering the corridors Bloom finally arrived at what she hoped was the correct door. Knocking, she called out. "Hello, Harry?" when no answer came she tried to enter, causing the door to swing open easily.
A peek inside showed the cosy sitting room to be largely unused and empty of people. After a brief internal battle Bloom entered, closing the door behind her. She noted that the apartment was much smaller than her own in the palace. 'Though, I guess being best friends with the princess would do that.' she noted, a frown marring her face as she remembered Stella and why she was here in the first place.
She shook her head to banish these thoughts, preventing herself from thinking about things too much, which usually lead her into a downward spiral. So, to distract herself and out of curiosity, Bloom inspected the apartment. Even finding clear evidence that she was at the right place; the sitting room holding Harry's suitcases being proof of that. She put the bag containing the seed from the Tree of Life on the table before snooping further.
After the bathroom only the bedroom was left, and while her guilty conscience tried to make her stay out of it, her curiosity won out in the end.
As soon as the door opened a sultry voice greeted her from out of the darkness. "You've kept me waiting." a clearly female voice practically purred.
"What're you doing here?!" Bloom demanded outraged, recognizing the voice. A clap of hands could be heard, cancelling the darkening of the windows, and revealing a near naked woman lying seductively on the bed.
"I could ask you the same." came back the haughty and annoyed reply of Diaspro. "I seem to recall that this is not your room." she sniffed, not bothering to conceal herself. "Now, if you'd be so kind as to leave." it had cost her a good amount of her allowance to bribe the chamberlain to open this apartment. She wasn't in the mood to have Bloom here.
Her face rapidly reddening, Bloom snarled while stamping her foot. "The Hell I will!" she looked at what the blonde fairy wore. It weren't clothes, but wrapping paper that protected what little modesty she had left. One strip went horizontally over her breasts, squishing them enticingly. Another circled around her waist and the last went vertically down from her collarbone to her pussy. Each intersection held together by a neat little bow. Exquisite ivory stockings ran down the length of her smooth legs. "What're you wearing?"
Diaspro rolled her eyes and let loose a long-suffering sigh coupled with a look of pure condescension. "Obviously I want to entice the real occupant of this room into various acts of the carnal variety." she deadpanned, and to demonstrate her point she lifted one of her legs up so her foot sat on her shoulder. "I thought myself a rather fitting gift for him." she said with an infuriating smirk on her face. It appealed quite a bit to her vanity and ego, too.
"This isn't Sky's room. He isn't even on Solaria yet!" Bloom retorted angrily, thinking Diaspro was still betrothed to him. "I don't think your fiancé would appreciate you cheating on him." she ignored her own hypocrisy, shoving it in the back of her mind.
The beautiful blonde snorted derisively. "I'm not Sky's fiancée for a few months now." she countered and sat up, tucking her legs in and fixing Bloom with a withering glare. "Mostly because of you, I might add." a dismissive wave of her hand later, Diaspro asked. "Again, why are you here? Sky is your boyfriend the last time I checked."
Bloom glowered at that, a vindictive gleam in her eyes. "Well, you can still leave. Harry and I have plans of our own!" sure he didn't know of her stopping by, but Bloom was convinced he would not object. Especially due to the rather naughty nature of her visit. What did it matter if she waited one more day or not?
"Please," Diaspro scoffed, standing up from the bed and sensually gesturing to her salacious body. "You may be able to snatch a boy, but not a man."
"And you do?" Bloom challenged with a sneer, not mentioning that she already snatched him. "Because I remember that you already failed at keeping a boy."
That got a reaction out of Diaspro, who got into Bloom's face, fuelled by more than just anger and indignation. "Do you have to be so belligerent? I'm not the one who attacked you in broad daylight during a festival! Neither was I the one lying to you! If anyone has justification to be quarrelsome then it is I." Diaspro practically snarled, her patience at an end. "You humiliated me in front of nobility by attacking me without provocation, forcing shameful retaliation." a strong poke onto Bloom's shoulder served to emphasize the point. "You are the other woman of my lying ex-fiancé." this was accompanied by another, harder poke. "And now that I've finally decided to make peace with Sky desiring another, you still insert yourself where you are not wanted. I will not have it!"
Of course, Diaspro's actions weren't motivated by reason. She simply took Harry's advice to heart and did what she wanted for once. Well, tried to at least, but the potion in her system did most of it. That it'd enrage her controlling parents, as well as potentially Sky was just a bonus. In her building rage Diaspro shoved Bloom away forcefully, pushing the redhead to the ground. Intent to make the vexing fairy leave.
Unfortunately it had the opposite effect on Bloom, who was already riled up from having held herself back for so long. Not to mention that now another woman wanted to stake her claim on Harry, Diaspro no less. Possessive draconic urges didn't yield easily. It then all came to a head. "You stupid bitch!" she snarled, tackling the scantily clad woman to the ground.
"Meddling harlot!"
Luckily no magic was involved in the fight, which quickly devolved into a impromptu wrestling match, consisting of insults and illustrious moves such as hair-pulling, slapping, and biting. What little Diaspro wore was ripped from her body during the cat-fight, letting her bountiful breasts spill out. Bloom's clothes didn't fare much better. Her miniskirt demolished and her top in tatters, showing what she expected coming her by revealing that she didn't wear any type of underwear.
That went on for a few minutes before they heard the door to the apartment close with a bang. Erratic footsteps, that seemed to belong to a swaying drunk, could be made out.
Both of the now nude fairies eyes widened before they jumped apart, looking at their state of dress, or lack thereof, followed by frantically searching for an escape but finding none. The only other exit aside from the door was the balcony, though climbing or flying out of that where everyone could see wasn't a good idea. Not that there was any time to transform. No matter what they did it would look suspicious and or creepy.
Just as the doorknob rattled Bloom saw the wardrobe and dashed for it, followed closely by Diaspro. Before closing the door Bloom, in her panic, vanished the mess of clothes and wrapping paper on the floor.
Thankfully the wardrobe was deceptively large, allowing one to walk inside and spread their arms wide without touching either wall. Rungs mounted to the walls and ceiling held innumerable coats, suits, and cloaks, while shelves held hundreds of exquisite pairs of shoes for men of all varieties. Lavish silk shirts, ornate leather belts set with precious gemstones, jewellery from around the galaxy, even expensive watches designed by masters, all of it neatly catalogued.
'Chimera must've upgraded Harry's wardrobe.' the redhead thought anxiously, reminded once more that Chimera was rich while Bloom herself was not. Before she could think more about these troubles Diaspro cast a spell on the door, making it invisible and able to be seen through.
"What're you doing?!" Bloom hissed, cyan eyes wide in fear as she looked directly outside. Bloom recognized the two people standing in the bedroom as Harry and Chimera, the latter clinging to him with her legs locked around his waist while they frantically and passionately kissed one another.
Diaspro rolled her eyes, an infuriating smirk on her luscious lips. "Relax. I simply made it so we can see what's going on, but no one can see in." she turned her amber eyes to the spectacle and gasped in astonishment, a hand before her mouth. "Oh my!" the words also causing Bloom to watch along. Seeing Harry pull at Chimera's elaborate braid before reaching up and wrenching her top open with his free hand, sending little buttons flying across the room. Chimera's skirt followed shortly after, leaving only her legs clad in black stockings.
"You filthy slut," Harry whispered huskily at the sight of her achingly stiff nipples and her clit peeking out of its hood. "No bra or panties? I bet you were just waiting for me to pick you up, push you against a wall and slide my cock deep into your pussy, weren't you?" He already knew it to be true, but dirty talk got her going.
Chimera's arousal could be seen for anyone who was looking, the girl nodded hastily, kissing his neck. "Uh-uh." she moaned out obscenely.
Harry growled as he harshly tweaked one of Chimera's nipples, drawing a delighted squeal from her. "Well, guess what. You're gonna have to take responsibility for making my cock so hard!" Harry watched her eyes, which had previously been half-lidded in pleasure, suddenly widen in shock. The young woman shivering in sheer desire. The sight of her big blue eyes staring up at him as she nodded her acquiescence went straight to his cock, which had Harry harshly barking out. "Well get on with it!"
He took half a step back and let Chimera slide off of him. While she slowly got on her knees Harry divested himself of his top, revealing his muscular and scarred chest. He could already see a tiny puddle of precum forming under Chimera on the hardwood floor below her gushing quim.
With hands shaking from excitement Chimera undid his zip, allowing his trousers and boxers to be pulled down his powerful legs, letting his impressive cock spring free. His trousers pooled at his bare feet, having lost the shoes and socks entering the room, where he kicked them away. Chimera seemed to lose herself in her heat and leaned forward, nuzzling his dick and taking a long inhale, the musk of the man she loved driving her over the edge.
Harry, who had been enjoying the amazing view, took hold of her long and now messy hair with one hand and the other went around the base of his cock. To get the fairy's attention he gave her two healthy slaps across the face with the spongy head of his prick. Covered as it was in eager precum, the two slaps had left gleaming trails across Chimera's face, which she was currently doing her best to lap up with her pink tongue.
Using the leverage of her hair he pulled and said. "Ah, there is the cock-starved slut I know and love! Do you want it sweetheart?"
"Yes, daddy!" she exclaimed happily, letting one of her hands sensually trail down her toned belly before it came to a stop at her needy mound. Chimera slid middle finger down across her sensitive pussy lips, causing her hips to buck involuntarily. Her heaving breaths caused her tits to bounce a little, and her stiff nipples were still begging for attention. Her sloppy hole made squelching sounds as she pumped her fingers in and out, while her blue eyes stared at him in reverence. Her mouth on the other hand was wide open, begging, just begging for him to bury his cock down her throat.
Distantly amused at his own act, Harry nevertheless felt his balls churning with cum in preparation when Chimera obediently opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out. "Well, you were on your best behaviour today. Enjoy!"
Smiling darkly on the outside, and brightly on the inside, Harry plunged her head down onto his steel-like rod out of nowhere. Even making sure to poke the back of her throat with his cock's weeping eye, causing the fairy's blue eyes to water as she gagged on his massive cock. Harry held the girl in place with one unyielding hand on the back of her head, not letting go. Knowing that as her sputtering grew, so too did her arousal.
Chimera knew she couldn't heave off his cock, his strength was too great for that. She was locked in, the stretch of her cheeks becoming painful. His cock was straining in her mouth, pinning her tongue down, pushing the roof of her mouth upward. She could feel it throbbing, pounding, cum inside roiling and heating. She gagged, choked, coughed, but couldn't get his cockhead out of her throat, not with that hand forcing her to keep sucking. She pulled desperately at what little air flowed past his prick, taking in the musky scent of his phallus.
Harry let out a smile and kept a firm hold on Chimera's head, stuffing almost all of his huge cock down the back of her abused throat. When she turned her panicked eyes on his, Harry finally relented and decreased the pressure, but was pleasantly surprised when instead of backing off, the cock-crazed girl instead gulped and tried to get more of him down.
Harry patted her head with his free hand and cooed out with a pleased sigh. "That's it."
The two hidden voyeurs stared at the show before them. Both of their shocked expressions soon transformed entirely to awe. Completely entranced by the blue-haired slut trying to stuff Harry's huge cock down her throat. Watching the lewd display of Chimera furiously showing two of her manicured fingers in and out of her salivating cunt at a blistering pace was more than enough to make them blush. Though, what really got their own pussies drooling was the hunk of a man who was standing in front of the harlot, controlling the fairy's movements via her hair. Staring at the erotic sight in front of them, Diaspro and Bloom let their eyes travel from the strong hand and up the chiselled arm that it was attached to, until their gazes fell on the emerald-eyed man who so utterly and completely dominated the fuck-meat currently sitting submissively on her knees. Both too stunned to speak at the view of raven-haired wizard cramming his cock down the throat of a girl who obviously worshipped him.
The only thing they were able to do was watch on, mouths and pussies wet with arousal, as the scene played out in front of them.
Chimera's mouth and throat convulsed repeatedly around his meat, sending pleasurable shocks throughout Harry's body. Knowing exactly what she wanted Harry wrapped both his hands around her head. "Now that's a good girl. Keep going like that and I'll give you a reward later when I fuck you raw. That's it, good girl!" he crowed happily.
Slowly Chimera felt the air in her lungs turn toxic. Tears were in her eyes now as his hips began to roll, offering up his cock to her submissive throat, gently ushering it toward her stomach even as her body cried out for oxygen. Her eyes rolled back in her head; everything dark, like him. All she could see was his scarred, muscular weapon of a body, effortlessly controlling her, owning her. His belly undulating as he danced his cock as far inside her body as he liked. She had reached a point of total submission, obedient past the point of death. She kept sucking even as the world blurred and greyed. She would please him even if it killed her, because being killed by him would feel so good.
Chimera's finger visibly quickened, going over her cunt lips faster and faster as Harry slid his cock deeper into where it belonged. He continued fucking her mouth at a moderate speed before going faster. The fairy's eyes widened, knowing he was close to orgasm, working her cunt even quicker as Harry doubled his pace, slamming his slobbery cock in and out with glee.
The wizard softly threaded his fingers into her dishevelled hair, thrusting into Chimera's squealing mouth like a beast. "You know what, sweetie? You deserve a reward for being such a nice fuck-sleeve. Hold still and drink all of it down. Don't be shy!" Harry grunted as he pulled her completely down on his prick. "You've earned it!"
His abs clenched and Harry exploded right into her needful throat, his cum bombarding her furiously. It coated her insides, spray-painted them really, her eyes opening and closing and then staring wide as she felt his quivering cock engorging her with its cum. Chimera came with all the force she could muster. Squealing, bucking and spasming as her swollen cunt squirted out a veritable stream that soaked the floor. All while still latched on, determined to drink every last drop of his seed, swallowing in cum what she couldn't in cock, every gob of hot sticky seed, gagging on it but keeping it down, feeling no choice in the matter.
Inside the wardrobe Bloom and Diaspro squeaked in amazement, their cunts leaking out natural lube at the sight of Harry's hard shaft giving mighty twitches as he came, and the way his huge testicles contracted, working hard to shoot his humongous load down the poor slut's gullet. They watched in a lusty haze, nipples stiff and starved for cock, as the whore on her knees greedily drank down the man's cum, even as she came herself and seemed to lose her mind at the ecstasy ripping through her body.
Due to her already long wait Bloom lost control first. The spectacle of the object of her affection dumping a huge load of baby batter down what she knew to be his often used cum-dump drove her over the edge of decency. In a flash one of Bloom's hands had wandered down, rubbing angry circles around her needy clit while her other tweaked a nipple. She watched Harry give a few more thrusts into the slut's mouth before pulling out. Not having gone soft, just like she had expected.
Too caught up with chasing her own orgasm, imagining herself in Chimera's place, Bloom didn't notice Diaspro doing the same. With blood pounding in her ears Diaspro began fucking herself in wanton lust, obviously in need of a good hard pounding herself. Unable to resist in giving her pussy the attention it was screaming for.
While the two fairies furiously worked their cunts into a frenzy, Chimera returned to the land of the living, taking deep lungfuls of breath.
Coming back from his own high Harry offered Chimera a hand up, which she took. Predictably, after getting face-fucked on her knees for so long, she stumbled and fell. Swiftly, muscled arms caught her around the waist and back, pressing her against him. Being so close to Chimera's pretty face, Harry broke character for a moment and gave her a winning smile, which caused a goofy grin of her own. Leaning down he gave her a quick and passionate kiss and cleaning up some cum before resuming. He shifted his weight, effortlessly throwing her over his shoulder like a pirate kidnapping a hostage. He walked forward until he was lined up with the fluffy bed. Wasting no time, Harry threw Chimera onto the edge, her torso laying on the bed while her knees were on the ground.
Crouching forward, the last Potter palmed the fair-skinned girl's fleshy globes, massaging her ass with his strong calloused hands, pushing them together or pulling them apart as he pleased. He felt his cock twitch at the sight of her soaked pussy. Meanwhile Chimera had started mewling in pleasure, the erotic shocks his touch was sending through her body made her head spin. As she lay, carelessly thrown on the bed like an object, Chimera felt her cunt starting to salivate once more. Just the thought of having Harry's masculine cock splitting her open made her pussy drool in anticipation.
Harry spread her cheeks apart once again, before sampling the buffet, biting and licking and kissing all over. His sudden assault sent a shiver of delight down the slovenly girl's spine, but when his tongue trailed lower and found it's mark on her pussy, Chimera couldn't help but moan wantonly. "Daddy!"
Back with the voyeurs, Diaspro had found a nice rhythm and was steadily climbing towards the peak of orgasm. Bloom on the other hand was too far gone to notice anything but the debauchery in front of her. One hand was rubbing her clit frantically while the other's fingers explored her fleshy cavern to it's fullest, producing lewd sounds all the while. Even moaning Harry's name, wishing to trade places with Chimera this instant.
By the bed, Harry had decided that he wanted a good taste of Chimera's puffy pussy. So, wanting to see everything, he reached forward and spread the girl's clean-shaven cunt lips apart. He admired the way her slit leaked it's precum down onto the hardwood floor, and was quick to lean in and take himself a big long lick of her wet gash, treating the quim in front of him like a lollipop or an ice-cream cone. As Harry lapped away at her pink cunt, alternating between long, deep licks and short, quick licks on and around her clit, Chimera quickly felt her orgasm building. Harry seemed to especially enjoy the sound she made whenever he flicked her erect clit, for he did it quite a bit, to the point that the fairy was sure she'd cum, but then he'd go back to his deep, long licks and her release would once again fall out of her grasp.
After only a few repetitions of this, Chimera was to the point of tossing her head back and forth while bucking her hips forward, trying to get that tiny little bit of extra stimulation she needed to cum, but Harry would frustratingly ease her back down from the peak he'd just worked her up time and time again. Finally she couldn't take it anymore and begged. "Daddy, please give me your cock!"
Normally Harry would torture her for a bit longer, not giving in until he had her screaming for him. But he supposed that she had been on her best behaviour today, and so instead of continuing he pulled back. Chimera started to breathe out a sigh of relief when suddenly Harry reached forward and sunk his fingers into the supple flesh of her waist before wrenching her back a little, leaving her cunt in a more accessible position than before. She let out a shriek when Harry kept his hands wrapped around her slim waist, pinning her to the bed and trapping her in place.
"It's time for your reward, sweetie." Harry said, humming while he gathered all of his concentration to cast a spell. "Remember what you told me?"
Chimera shivered in delight and desire, looking at him with over her shoulder with eager eyes. "You mean...?!" practically speechless by what he offered, remembering what she had told him she'd like to try out.
With an indulgent grin, Harry leaned backwards on his haunches. "Yes, you were on your best behaviour today. And a good and obedient slut gets rewards." he wasted no further time and unleashed the spell, a transfiguration in nature. As a result his already impressive cock began to grow until it towered with great size, stopping just at twelve inches long and eight inches in circumference. Her blue eyes took in the other changes as it hovered menacingly over her butt like a telephone pole. She took in his glans, which now was slightly flattened, letting her know that it now would do incredible things to her pussy ridges. Her eyes continued the journey, trailing down the now detailed and ribbed coronal ridge just below the glans. Past that headstrong point came the defined musculature and detailed veining.
Chimera could not say anything, too busy drooling at the sight with glazed eyes. Only absent-mindedly hearing him say. "Here we go."
Harry then started pushing his too-big cockhead up against her sopping wet fuck-hole. He slowly forced the spongy head of his prick into Chimera's eager cunt, loving the way the delicate skin of her pussy stretched open, trying its best to accommodate the now ridiculous girth of his meat and just barely managing it. On the bed, the blue-haired fairy was too far gone to bother censoring herself, crying out. "Ahhhh! Daddy, it's so fucking BIG! It'll never fucking fit! Take it out!"
Harry's experience let him know that, as loud as she was yelling on the outside for him to pull out, on the inside every fibre of Chimera's being was screaming at him to destroy her cunt. To ruin her delicate pussy for all other men in the galaxy and stuff her so full of cum that she wouldn't be able to walk.
Inside the wardrobe any veneer of decency had been abandoned by the two cum-thirsty schoolgirls. Bloom had both of her hands on her cunt, one to rub furious circles on her nub and the other to drill her middle finger deeper and deeper inside of her passage. She let out cute little moans with each thrust of her finger, fucking herself ever closer to orgasm as she spied on the Shadow Phoenix. Despite this, there wasn't anything in the world Bloom wouldn't do to trade places with the squealing and flailing girl on the bed. To have Harry hold her down and sculpt her insides to fit him, and only him. As she watched Harry's fat and now monstrous cock sink deeper and deeper into the flailing slut's cunt, the redhead forced another finger into her narrow fuck-hole, stretching the passage forcefully and loving the sensation.
Next to her, Diaspro was openly whimpering out, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." as she abused her drooling pussy, her unused cunt being tight enough that she couldn't fit more than a single finger inside. The aristocratic side of her wanted to feel indignation on behalf of the noblewoman Harry was so lovingly degrading, this wasn't nearly how the act had been described to her, but her mind was too clouded with lust to bother. Instead, Diaspro increased the pace of her masturbation, accidentally moving over to far and leaning on Bloom.
The Princess of Domino was startled at the touch, but only felt her pussy ooze out more lube at the sight of Diaspro, furiously working her hands which were both working on her nether regions. When Diaspro's eyes widened when she saw Bloom looking at her, the last survivor of Domino just leaned back into her and sped up her finger-fucking. As Diaspro relaxed and leaned back into Bloom. She felt the young woman's hot breath on her face, turning the blonde woman on even more.
Outside Harry was finally bottoming out in Chimera's well slicked passage, the tip of his prick having bumped into her cervix. He followed it up by gyrating his hips and softly grinding his glans against her womb's opening. He enjoyed the feeling of having most of his cock surrounded by velvety pussy-flesh and so pushed in even more, stretching out his partner's insides like he had never before had been able to.
Harry let out a sigh of victory, feeling Chimera's cunt start to spasm around his monstrously thick fuck-meat as her orgasm started. His bumping of her cervix having finally tipped her over the edge of what Harry was going to make a very long orgasm. As he shifted back, dragging his horse-cock halfway out of her clenching pussy, Harry released his hold on her waist and instead pressed one hand onto the base of her spine, just above her buttocks, to keep her still. Raising his other hand into the air, Harry's muscled ass flexed as he abruptly shoved his cock back into Chimera's quim, bumping into her cervix once again, just as he brought his tanned hand down across her left bubble butt-cheek, making a loud whip-like echo throughout the room.
Chimera's wanton whimpers turned into loud screams and she thrashed her head back and forth as Harry repeated the action over and over again, her orgasm never once tapering off, instead swelling in intensity, pushing her mind to the brink of sanity as pleasure became her whole world. Harry steadily built up his rhythm, alternating sides as he slapped Chimera's poor arse, making the eighteen year old cheeks quickly turn red from the harsh attention. The faster he got, the louder she screamed. And the louder she screamed, the harder her convulsing cunt tried to milk Harry's angry cock, squeezing it in basic ancient need, wanting nothing more than to be impregnated with as many of his powerful children as she could handle.
Diaspro cried out as stars splashed across her vision, her dainty fingers never once halting their attack on her sensitive cunt even as her pussy clenched as she came relentlessly. Bloom was almost there herself, and having Diaspro hug her side and hump her leg while still fucking her fiery cunt wasn't helping her in her quest to finish at the same time as Harry. She almost lost it and squirted all over her fingers when Diaspro's incessant attack on her own cunt made the girl start blubbering and kissing on the redhead, pressing a few closed lip kisses onto her bare shoulder before she reached up and latching onto Bloom's neck, her apparently unending orgasm having driven her temporarily mad. Leaving the girl as she was, wet crotched and still fucking herself, Bloom watched as Harry's pace somehow doubled! The blue-haired slut's cries were unintelligible by now, her blubbering and still cumming figure proof of his skills in the sack. As she observed Harry's cock fly in and out of the whore's cunt, flinging her she-cum everywhere with the furious pumping, Bloom felt herself start to squirt as she worked her pussy raw. As she came, she turned to Diaspro who briefly locked lips with the young redhead, too fuck-happy to be concerned with the fact that she was attacking her rival's greedy tongue.
Bloom slipped one of her hands off her clit, leaving behind her other to keep working her cunt. She wrapped it around Diaspro's bare arse, giving it a hearty squeeze and pulling the blonde flush against her, causing the young woman's cunt to grind harder against her bare thigh.
The redhead noted that somewhere down the line Harry had changed their position to missionary.
Chimera now laid flat on the bed like a throw rug, her hands gripping sheets on either side and her legs shooting straight up with her toes curled and shivering constantly. Harry laid atop her, naked, pumping himself up and down like it was exercise. He buffeted the girl's voluptuous body with unrestrained violence, each time sending ripples through the fairy's generous curves. Her ass rippled, her breasts bounded, even her hair flew as her head shook in ecstasy. Her lips joined the act too, bursting out "Yes!" and "Fuck!" at every penetration. And Bloom could see why. Almost a foot of Harry's moisture-coated shaft dropped into Chimera with each thrust, though the thick base remained untouched no matter how wide Chimera's legs spread. She was getting the cock, long, thick, and decidedly hard, that Bloom had denied herself for weeks now. And was kissing the delicious lips that Bloom had thought were all hers in the future. All while Harry's hands were sliding over Chimera's writhing body like he owned it.
She should've felt some shock of betrayal, an urge to run to her room and cry in her pillow, but it never came. Instead she kept watching, wondering what he'd do to the young Celsius next.
Bloom watched Chimera hug Harry with her legs, crushing him to her in a desperate attempt to intensify her own orgasm. The redhead was kind of impressed by how Harry had made Chimera peak even harder than herself. He let Chimera lay back on the sheets like she was going to make snow angels, the suns' light from outside revitalizing her sweat-soaked skin. Bloom distinctly gasped when she saw him exit her, his cockhead making the pussy bulge around it. As she watched, Harry stroked himself, gathering their mingled fluids in his hand and feeding it to the prostrate Chimera. She eagerly sucked the juices from his fingers and licked his palm like a dog might, then collapsed back to the ground and opened her legs in obvious invitation. Harry had expected nothing less as he was already guiding his cock back to her womanhood. Bloom gasped in unison with Diaspro as it went in. She could already see the beginnings of Chimera's next orgasm in the heaving breath she took.
Chimera had her ankles locked together at the small of Harry's back and was pumping him deeper into her, clearly about to come. All Bloom could think about was doing the same.
"How long will that go on?" Diaspro wondered out loud in amazed astonishment, having come back from her high and seeing the young noblewoman on the bed being absolutely demolished. Her body still shivering from her own quite strong peak.
Bloom absent-mindedly answered, hands returning to their previous task. "Depends on how long Chimera holds out."
Meanwhile Harry felt his balls twitch, signalling that he was close. All the while he groaned, feeling her tighten on him. He then slapped her left tit, spanked it really, making certain his palm connected with her already stinging nipples. Chimera threw her head back, gargling in a way that had nothing to do with making herself appealing, and everything with pleasure. He slapped her right breast, equally hard, and Chimera's back arched. Presenting her heaving breasts for more. She squealed as Harry picked her up, forcing her breasts to his mouth as though she were weightless, sucking on them like a lamprey. She moaned, her cunt pulling tighter and tighter, as his mouth ravenously devoured her aching tit, giving her pain spiked with pleasure. Then, holding Chimera up to his face with one arm, Harry took his free hand and brought it down on her ass, her thigh, her hip, making her body bloom with two fires at once. She was moaning, groaning, going cross-eyed even before he ate her other breast. Then she was just breathing heavily, forcing air in and out of her lungs with the concentration of a monk.
Harry slammed home one last time, burying his pulsing, too-big meat deep inside Chimera's cunt and lining the eye of his glans up with the eager entrance of her womb. Harry held the girl, who was now flailing about in absolute ecstasy, down as he pumped rope after rope of thick, sperm rich cum directly into her aching womb, filling her up with the most amazing sensation of completeness she'd ever experienced. A tidal wave of Harry's hot cum splashed inside of her yearning womb, leaving the owner of it with a memory she would cherish until her dying day.
"Hard!" Chimera grunted, loud enough that Bloom was sure she would've woken if this were a dream. "I got you so hard…"
"Yes," Harry cooed, reaching up to run a hand through her hair, tapering it comfortingly down her neck, her back, her arse. "You did."
After he finished dumping his load inside the fairy, which took more than a minute, Harry pulled his barely-flagging horse-cock out of the girl, creating an obscene slurping noise which was accompanied by the sight of Chimera's poor abused cunt, still contracting periodically, oozing some of their combined juices onto the bed. After that he jerked away from Chimera, shoving her face-down on the bed as he withdrew from her. Tears instantly filled her eyes. "Uh-uh, uh-uh!" she moaned in despair, driving her pussy fruitlessly into the mattress like she could conjure him back inside her.
"You want another orgasm?" Harry asked rhethorically, lying back lazily on the bed beside her. His cock loomed above his groin like a monolith. "Come and get it."
Chimera scrambled up weakly, summoning her remaining strength to throw herself squealing onto the wizard.
As he laid there, resting his head in his hands, she fucked herself on his erect shaft. Pushing and pulling, groaning and moaning, embedding his manhood deep within her, then yanking away from him, then throwing herself back to him. Trying desperately to replicate the age-old rhythm she had found with him, not quite succeeding, but it felt far too good to stop. She leaned down, rubbing her breasts on his broad and scarred chest, peppering his face with kisses, even taking his hand and moving it to her ass, which he graciously groped. Chimera bucked and twitched and twisted herself, trying to match the desperation of her lust to her final release, to fit it inside her lanky frame. Until, violently, wantonly, she was able to abandon her mind to the fire she stoked inside herself. Harry kept a hand on her hip as she came, holding her down so she didn't accidentally throw herself off from straddling of his lap.
Then he switched places with her, rolling on top of her, pinning her down, her long hair sticking to the sweat on her skin. "One for the road." he told her, more hard, driving thrusts seeming to destroy her pussy, replace it with bites and aches and pure, soaring pleasure. This time when she came there was no holding back. Her legs flew up and her hands flew out as she gave Harry everything she had.
Harry in turn let another heated load in his balls finally go free. He stuffed all of it into her grateful hole, making Chimera become gloriously aware of her own sex as he filled the fleshy pocket to the absolute brim. Then she collapsed under him, all the stiffness gone from her body, all the bones soft and formless, her collapse drew him down on top of her, to pant and moan and tremble with her in the fulfillment that held them.
"Yes," Chimera hissed in fullfilment, her head crashing back against the bed. "I love you!" she brought out dreamily, blinking lazily as she went in and out of consciousness.
"I love you, too. You're the best." he whispered meaningfully before pulling out of her, leaving an empty vessel to enjoy being unoccupied for a little while. Finally Harry gave the happily dazed girl's belly a loving rub and pat before pressing a kiss to her forehead. After that Chimera was out like a light.
These words and caring actions were what finally spurred Bloom into action herself. Swiftly Diaspro, who was still busy masturbating furiously, was blindsided by use of a simple stunning spell, followed by Bloom disenchanting the door to normal. 'Piss on waiting any longer!' she thought, her patience at an end and intent to continue where they left off. 'I need it now!'
She opened the door slowly, peeking out to see Harry standing with his back to her. However, she wasn't as silent as she hoped, alerting Harry to her presence. Bloom watched his impressive manhood swing from side-to side as he turned around. Only reluctantly taking her cyan eyes of her prize.
"Bloom?" he took in her nude form, his shadow falling on her with sunshing illuminating his silhouette. "What're you doing here?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, looking behind her. "And for how long were you watching?"
"Long enough!" she answered, trying to sound reproachful, but not quite managing it. Her wet pussy leaking its nectar down her thighs combined with a flushed face made that quite impossible. "I don't care if you use Chimera as your cum rag, but I was first and I demand my share!"
Harry's eyes twinkled in amusement watching her approach. "What about your boyfriend?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. His half-flacid penis returned to full mast quickly at the sight of her. Something Bloom took advantage of it by pushing his erection down softly and trapping it between her thighs. Letting its delicious length run through her pussy lips and making her feel as if he could lift her with his cock as it jumped in excitement.
"As if waiting one more day really matters." she snorted, not wanting to talk about Sky right now. "Besides, I have more pleasurable activities in mind." to emphasize her point she slid along his thick shaft, driving her clit into it. 'That's right, say hello to your new home.' she thought, feeling every vein in it.
Seeing no problem with it, Harry agreed. "Sure, but let me get back to normal first." he tensed the muscles in his cock to make it clear what he meant, making it jump up and causing Bloom to let loose a delicious moan.
"No!" Bloom took him by the shoulders. "Whatever Chimera can take, I can take too!" she insisted, stepping back and taking a hold of his cock. A crimson blush as dark as her hair erupted down to her collarbone as she admitted. "You better give me more cum than Chimera! I won't forgive you, if you don't!" After all she had trained a little with toys, due to not wanting to disappoint orally again. As well as having read up on some techniques. She felt his cock jump once more at that admittance, causing some perverted pride to well up inside her.
With a small giggle at the movement, Bloom knelt in front of him and stuck out her tongue, looking directly into Harry's emerald eyes. For a second that felt like a lifetime, the pair looked at one another before she lifted Harry's cock completely vertical and dragged her tongue slowly and sloppily from the base to the tip. Harry couldn't help but gasp, it being rather sensitive by now. As she reached the end, Bloom licked all around his helmet and probed gently at the little hole, tasting more of his clear pre-cum before licking slowly all the way back down to the base. Throughout that first lick, she maintained eye contact, staring into Harry's bottomless green eyes with mounting satisfaction. Knowing that not only was she doing the right thing, but she was also doing it well.
She continued to lick the entire length, up and down covering every square inch of hard flesh. Eventually, when she could resist no longer, she closed her lips around the huge glans. With only the first two inches in her mouth, she flicked her tongue around the sensitive underside of Harry's helmet. It occurred to her that her mouth was already as wide as it had ever been while giving a blowjob, and she still had a lot of work to do.
Harry began breathing harder as Bloom closed her lips around him. When her tongue raked his sensitive underside, he ran his fingers through her hair and gripped lightly, pulling her towards him. Instinctively he pulled slightly harder against her hair, hoping that she had got the message about what he wanted.
The fairy knew exactly what he wanted. While his encouragement was not needed, knowing he desired more only served to make her wetter. She sucked gently on Harry's cock and withdrew it from her mouth until her lips were barely touching him before sliding forwards again. She pushed further down until his head was entirely in her mouth and rose again until it was just the tip, sucking constantly. She continued this motion feeling her lips stretch and eventually rested the back of her throat against the monster in her mouth. Her hand was stroking him up and down, wanking his shaft as she sucked and bobbed her head as deep as her throat would allow.
Harry was almost gasping for breath as he watched Bloom working on him. "Fuck, that feels good!"
She pulled herself off him and looked up. "Your cock is amazing," she said continuing to wank him as she spoke with smug satisfaction, licking and sucking in between syllables. "Cum in my mouth. I want to swallow it. I want to bathe in it."
Her words fanned the flames of Harry's arousal and kicked it into top gear. The sight of her saliva coating both her chin and his cock, the feel of her hand and tongue working on him and the knowledge that she was almost desperate to taste his spunk started him down the road straight towards his orgasm. He practically felt his own balls churning with cum when Bloom resumed her excellent work.
'Time to teach him who's the boss around here.' Bloom mused as she plunged his cock between her puffy lips and deep inside her mouth. Poking the back of her throat with his weeping cock's eye and making her eyes water as she gagged herself on his now overseized prick.
Out of instinct Harry began flexing his cock, trying as hard as he could to speed towards his end. His partner felt the change through her tongue and throat as she continued to try to force her mouth further and further down his shaft. Her head bobbed and her hand raced up and down as she spurred him on. All while her sputtering and chocking grew, but so too did her excitement.
'Oh, he's ready to pop. Better do it now.' she smiled, not quite managing a proper smile while sucking him off. She relaxed her throat, took a deep breath and slid further and further down his shaft. 'Right down to this fat, juicy balls.' she thought triumphantly as her nose made contact with him. The feeling of success only heightened by Harry's moans and whimpers as her throat convulsed repeatedly around his cock, sending pleasurable shocks up and down his spine.
Finally Harry knew that the wave was about to break. His orgasm hit hard and his cock swelled, locking itself in place to send rope after rope of jizz down her abused throat.
He yelled to the ceiling once it hit. Bloom never ceased working her mouth and throat, grabbing Harry by the ass to keep him still with the fat glans of his cock firmly lodged in her throat. Her entire body shuddered and shook as his cum was blasted directly into her stomach. It triggered her own orgasm accompanied by a muffled scream as she squirted on the floor.
For more than half a minute he dumped his load, but knowing this was only half of it Bloom cupped his testicles and put two fingers up his arse to speed it up by stimulating his prostate. 'I can't hold my breath forever.'
Just as her vision grew blurry she successfully removed his still cumming cock from her throat. His delightful essence filled her mouth instantly, splashing against her tongue and just so allowing her a single breath. With wide eyes and buldging cheeks she was unable to swallow, yet not loosening her grip on his balls and prostate. As a result she sputterd, spraying it out of her nose and onto her face and hair. Not one to quit and also not wanting to lose any of this prescious seed she opened her mouth to catch as much as possible as it was blasted from his cock, smiling all the way.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" the last Potter barked out, not able to form more of a sentence from the sheer pleasure he felt. His cock being more sensitive now combined with the extra stimulation Bloom lavished onto him.
'Yes, Harry! You're cumming!' the princess thought amused, careful to not get anything in her eyes. 'I noticed! In fact you're cumming even more than last time. I'm so happy!' Happy at all this spunk rich with magical energy. All for her too.
To finish it up she made a come hither motion with the fingers up his bum to tease the rest out of him. The effect was immediate. "Nnh! Uhn!" he grunted, shooting the vestiges of his load high into the air before she enveloped his cock into her mouth once more, filling her gullet one last time with the taste of him. After coming down from his high Harry looked at Bloom. She looked amazing covered in his cum.
Nearly completely sullied she peered up at him and opened her mouth, showing Harry the last vestiges of his ejaculation. As she closed her mouth back up to swallow her first prize of the day, more semen fell from her lips and flowed, then dripped, onto her large and already cum-coated tits. 'Seems like such a shame to waste all this spunk.' a look around showed the mess they made. The bed's edge soiled together with much in front of it. 'But I love to watch it pumping out!'
Harry stood there watching as his semen flowed from the valley of her magnificent breasts down to her crotch in mesmerizing rivulets. She let go of his still solid cock and began licking her hands clean, followed by scooping up most of what coated her front with cupped hands and slurping it up. "That was delicious!" Bloom purred as she finished transferring escaped spunk trailing down her gorgeous face and breasts to her mouth. Now rubbing the remnants of it onto her body like lotion and giving Harry a little show as she pinched her stiff nipples with a drawn out moan.
"Now, let's continue!" she purred with a somewhat draconic gleam in her eyes. Without giving him a chance to evade, keeping his cock in a firm grip, she jumped him. Legs crossed behind him, she aimed his turgid erection directly at her hungry cunt and dropped. Slowly, ever so slowly, sinking as far onto it as she could manage.
The return of the Love Potion! Though, in a different context. It always struck me as odd that Diaspro never really let go of Sky after so much disappointment. (I know after Season 3 it was because they didn't really think about it.) So, here I took the logical step and assumed her obsession came from another source. Of course, she didn't even know she was dosed in the first place, simply having assumed it was love at first sight.
Diaspro gaining her Charmix is either because she finally wants to make decision for her own life, or by breaking away from Sky. Most likely the former. Even if it is somewhat hampered due to her current condition. Not to mention what happened in the wardrobe.
Updates for this will be sporadic because I want to focus on my other story more again. The next chapter for it is nearly done.