Author's Note: In which Harry meets a giant spider milf, and of course fucks her lol because what else is he gonna do in a smut fic? xD This is nuts btw! I'm just writing these and giggling madly to myself the entire time! It's so fun and ridiculous! :D
"Three, two...one...boom! Here's your marker! What do you think?" Rebutia smirked, turning toward Harry. "Now you can come back whenever you want to!"
All three of the fairies looked at him.
Harry shoved his hands into his light jacket pockets as he gazed at the sloppy picture carved into the side of the wide tree trunk. He blushed furiously. "That's not...I'm not using this!"
"Why not? We worked hard on it!" Rebutia said, in mock offense.
"No we didn't," said Koko. She crossed her arms as she gazed at Harry. "You didn't give us any suggestions, so you have to deal with it."
Shayleigh held up her hands and shrugged, giving Harry an almost pitying look.
"No," Harry refuted. "I'm not...using a drawing of a willy as an Apparition point," he said weakly.
"But it's nice and big - and based off yours. Isn't that neat?"
"No...that makes it worse!" Harry said in a high voice.
"Whoopsie." Rebutia shrugged. "Well it's here, you've seen it, no take backs!"
"Change it to something else!" Harry insisted.
All three fairies crossed their arms at him, drifting closer together. "NO!"
Harry glared. Then he sighed. "Fine, then...just...fine!"
"You know, for how big you are, you sure do fold easy!" Rebutia cackled.
Harry showed her his middle finger.
She stared, then flew forward and grabbed it, and promptly put her mouth around the tip.
"Hey!" Harry cried, yanking his hand back. "What was that for?"
"I thought you were offering a fuck again," Rebutia pouted. "That one would be ten times easier to take than your wizardy penis! I could go for it real fast."
"What? No...It's a gesture, a sign of-" Harry growled with frustration, wheeling away from the fairies. He wiped his finger off on his shirt and took another breath.
Fairies definitely lived up to their reputation. Excitable, trickster, harassing, ridiculous little...
"Right. Alright...I'm going to go," Harry said firmly.
"Go where?" Rebutia questioned eagerly.
"I dunno. Anywhere. There." He gestured into the woods. "I'm just sort of...seeing where life takes me."
"You might want to rethink that. It might seem peaceful now, but you got lucky," Koko said airily. "It can be really dangerous here at nights. In fact, you're in even more luck, if you can believe it..."
"How's that?" Harry asked. He glared at Rebutia. "I thought you said you were bored because there was nothing here except fairies and snakes- and dryads?"
"I said I was bored because there was nobody to have fun with! I never said it wasn't dangerous - like, duh, there are plenty of wild creatures around that can eat you alive!" Rebutia shot back. "Anway, there's an inn not far from here - that-a-way!" she went, pointing off into the trees. "It's run by a really sweet lady named Lynora!"
"She's a harpy, and she's not sweet," Koko put in. "Also they don't like humans over there."
"Can you blame them?" Rebutia added.
Harry ground his teeth together. "So. An inn - as in, an actual building. Run by a harpy named Lynora. It's that way, then? And you're sure?"
Knowing these fairies, they were more likely to send him into a den of manticores than anything good.
"Absolutely totally sure!" Rebutia said brightly. "I've been there dozens of times. It's a fun place to hang out...except when they kick you out."
"Can you blame them?" Harry said sarcastically. Pointedly.
"Oooh!" Rebutia giggled. "I like you more every second!"
"Thanks..." Harry sighed, annoyed. "Well, I'm gong to pack up and go, so...you know...go home now."
"Righty. Going home now! And nowhere else!" Rebutia yelled, fluttering up into the trees to disappear with her friends.
"Doubt it!" Harry shouted after her.
"Haha!"
Only fairies, snakes and dryads in this forest my arse... Harry thought, staring with wide eyes as fear thrilled up his spine. Goddammit, Rebutia. Can you not lie to my face for three seconds?! That'd be great!
As the creature came into full sight, Harry finally had presence of mind to start raising his wand.
Eight huge, long, spindly legs like spears, an elongated, leaf green, sleek body out behind it...and an upper body of a woman? A beautiful woman. Long flowing, blood red hair that trailed on the ground beneath her, piercing green eyes that almost glowed, and a slender, angular face much like her lower arachnid body. She looked maybe forty or fifty - but then again, she wasn't human, so who knew? She could have been centuries old for all Harry knew!
An arachne, then? Or were they driders? Harry couldn't recall much from his magical creatures lessons or nonhuman history classes on the "sapients" category...
"Erm - hello, ma'am," Harry said, willing his voice not to sound high and strained. He failed terribly at that. "I'm- Harry Potter. I'm sorry if I disturbed you. I'm just...passing through. I'm trying to find a- there's meant to be an inn around here? Run by a harpy named Lynora?"
The woman smiled at him a gorgeous smile. She spread her arms, parting her red hair to reveal large hanging breasts with big, puffy red nipples. "Yes. That's correct. Though it only tends to accept non-human kind. As do we all - unless we see someone in too great a danger to refuse what we know our souls ask us to do for them."
Well, there was one good bit of news: confirmation that those fairies hadn't just been screwing with Harry.
"Yeah, I heard that, too. I don't mean to intrude too long. Just a night. I've- heard it can be dangerous around here as well," Harry replied.
"Indeed it can be. Even for one of my kind - worse for one of yours," she responded.
"Right." Harry swallowed. "Err, I didn't get your name..."
"Nisi, of clan irstith, Harry Potter."
"Right. It's good to meet you. I'm sorry again if I...disturbed you."
"Oh, you didn't. Though..." She moved. Moved forward. Sudden. Swift. Silent. Effortless. Like gliding. Each leg of hers moving and stabbing into the dirt like liquid, graceful and easy and powerful. She leaned forward and lowered herself down, putting her face in his. Them, on eye level. "I'm curious as to why the reported savior of the magical world is wandering alone into dangerous forests. Away from his own kind..."
"Well, I- I'm just- trying to take a break from it all. Maybe figure some things out about myself," Harry admitted honestly. It was easier to talk to her this way, when all he had to do was focus on her human looking face. "I thought an adventure would do me some good on that front. On both...you know?"
She shook her head. "No, I don't. I've never dared to venture beyond this forest - my home. My kind doesn't travel, not like yours, or the harpies who migrate every season, leaving and returning after many weeks. I'm content to stay inside my den."
"Oh. Well...maybe you should sometime?"
A small smile came to her lips. "Maybe." She withdrew, rising tall and turning away. Harry backed up instinctively as those long, strong spear legs lifted and slammed down into the ground near him. Too close to him. "I doubt that Lynora will turn even a human mage away if he's in need for a night - but if she does, you're welcome to stay with me at my home for as long as you need to. This is a dangerous forest; if you'd allow me to escort you to the inn, and back to my home afterward if you're turned away..."
"Thank you for the offer. I suppose if it's really that dangerous here, an escort could be nice. Err, a guide." Harry agreed.
"It is. Especially as night nears." She cast a glance skyward, gesturing.
"Okay. Erm...lead the way."
Another smile, a look over a shoulder, and then she was off. Gliding over boulders, around trees and bushes like she was in water. Or a flying ghost.
Harry struggled to keep up, even with the slow pace she set. All those long, big legs of hers ensured her every step gained her several times as much ground as Harry's did.
After a long, winding walk through the woods, they finally came to a small clearing.
An empty clearing.
"Um, is this...?" Harry started.
"It's here - it's protected. Hidden. At least to you." Nisi smiled, raising a hand that glowed with a silvery light. She leaned forward and curled her fingers, as if digging them right into the air itself.
The air trembled, and a light flashed white, to reveal a nice wooden building. Like a cottage.
The doorway opened immediately, and a feathered blur flew out of it to land in front of them.
A harpy, all right. Tall, feathered brown, with a beak and humanoid features. Long wings in place of arms. And sharp eyes.
"If you don't need anything, then you don't need to be taking up a room," the harpy said sharply, her bird eyes narrowed down her beak. "Go apparate back to your dozens of human cities!"
"I'm sorry; I'll go. I just-"
"Lynora, I understand that reasoning - but would he be allowed in during the day hours?" Nisi spoke, holding the harpy's gaze.
Lynora gazed back at Nisi. Her expression softened somewhat. She nodded, snipping her beak at the air. Almost like a tic. "Fine. That would be fine, yes. He wouldn't be taking from those in real need. But no overnight stays. Period."
"Thank you," Harry said, trying to be polite. "Look, I don't want to take anyone's spot. But if I could just set my tent up nearby...that'd be safe enough, wouldn't it?"
"That would be acceptable," Lynora agreed, reluctance clear in her voice. "But you cast your own protections; don't rely on mine."
"Right. I won't. Thank you."
"Come, Harry," Nisi addressed him, turning to move off to the left. "I'll be glad to host you in my den home."
"Thanks." Harry struggled again just to keep up with her as they set off again!
She led him through bushes, past boulders, around trees.
Until she stopped at base of a great big one, where the dirt had a deep, wide hole dug into it that disappeared and curved under the tree itself. "Follow me," she told him, and she drew her legs in and disappeared down that great big hole in the earth. The dirt edges of the hole shifted around her, squirming and rotating, like whirlpool or something. It was incredibly...daunting.
But Harry took a breath, screwed up all his reckless courage of years past, and he jumped down into the hole.
He fell down ten feet before hitting solid dirt. More than that, it was carved rock.
He looked up, and was confused to see a very long, wide tunnel overhead. Dark tree branches and a hint of stars...
He hadn't fallen that far, had he? He couldn't have. He hadn't even felt it!
"The first time is always like that."
Harry turned, finding himself staring down a wide, cavernous tunnel of smooth rock, lit by crackling wooden torches of green flames along the walls. And there was Nisi, standing quite comfortably at full height and width. This tunnel could have comfortably fit a whole truck - or two, side by side!
"Come," Nisi said again, jerking her head and turning away to move down the tunnel.
Harry followed after her, spying on past her.
There was a light at the end of it, and what looked like a great open space, also made of carved, smooth rock. Unnaturally so.
Something only possible by magic, obviously.
Her magic.
They emerged into the open chamber, and Harry realized just how big it truly was.
It was the size of a Quidditch pitch, a true cavern all its own! Like an upside down bowl. Entirely smooth, lined with torches, and even hanging chandeliers along the curved ceiling.
Here and there across the floor were firepits built into the stone floor, crackling logs of wood. Bonfires.
Stretching out from wall to ceiling, floor to ceiling, to wall, vertical, horizontal, dipping...was great stretches of webbing. Millions of glistening strands, woven thick meshes, sheets, too. Some of them seemed very deliberate, creating almost a kind of maze. Walls of a maze, to be moved around. Sectioning off areas, rooms, maybe, too.
There were other tunnels at the base of the walls, across the chamber, Harry saw. Two or three, maybe a fourth if he squinted through the webbing. But it was hard to make out anything behind the thicker walls.
Nisi led him toward the nearest bonfire of green flames, almost right against the curved wall that didn't seem quite so curved at its base.
Harry drew his wand and nervously cast a conjuration spell, creating a simple chair to sit on. He took his seat and looked at Nisi. He was still a bit uneasy about how casually she just...dwarfed him with her whole being.
They sat in silence for a few minutes. Nisi seemed content; Harry was just focusing on the fire, the heat.
"Erm, so...did you make all of this?" Harry spoke up.
Nisi smiled at him, nodded. "I did. It took me many days to do."
"And the flames - they're magic, obviously, but...how long do they last?"
"Weeks, before I usually need to recast the spells," Nisi answered pleasantly.
"How do you cast spells? I mean, what is your...magic like?" Harry questioned. He was just happy a conversation was going - and he was intent on keeping it going. It was easier than silence. And he was genuinely curious.
"My magic is like anyone's magic," Nisi replied, with a shrug. She raised a hand, moving her fingers in a sequence, and her hand was shrouded in silver particles and a faint silver glow. "It takes concentration, time and practice, and memorization."
"Yeah, but...I mean...we say words to trigger spells. Different- err- consonants and vowels- it all changes how a spell works. Is yours like that? I mean...you're speaking english, aren't you?"
Nisi laughed lightly. A pretty laugh. She waved her hand, sending particles everywhere to drift on the air like embers. She closed her fist and lowered it, the glow extinguished. "I'm not speaking your language - I am speaking mine. You only hear it as yours because I applied a translation spell to myself this morning; I apply it every time I visit Lynora. Most everyone there speaks in a foreign language - but when we come together, most of us are still able to communicate this way. To understand each other."
"Oh. That's amazing," Harry said honestly.
"Quite, yes."
"So do you...do you have words, incantations? For spells? In your language?"
"I do - but they're not for your ears, human wizard. Most of the spells I know are clan-specific; they were passed down by my mother, from her mother, and from hers, to myself and my siblings. They are valued, treasured, and a...family secret. Only for our use, not to be shared with outsiders. These flames are one of them."
"Oh...well, erm, I wouldn't want to be rude or- make you break that. So...sorry."
"It's all right. Thank you for being so respectful and understanding. That's rare in a human, I've found - no offense meant."
"None taken," Harry said simply.
Silence again.
The conversation was gone. Lost.
Damn...
"Your ending your war, and the reign of Tom Riddle, did much to help us even out here," Nisi spoke again, fortunately. "Your newest Minister, at least, seems to be one who wants to bring about great change - and has the will to do it. Even only a year ago, we had dark mages coming into these woods in search of hiding mages, or those who wanted to take us and use us for their own ends. Our bodies, our flesh and blood. Our venom and our silk. Many of us were frequently stolen away, never seen again. We were mutilated and tormented - milked until we had nothing left to give."
"I'm sorry."
"It's over now. As I said, the new Minister is a stark change from the last - from the previous few, in fact. Some of our people have been returned to us, surprisingly, and your Minister invited several of my clan to a meeting some weeks ago, saying he wanted to give us a voice in matters of plant and animal life in our forest, and possibly even have some kind of relationship with us."
"That's good. Minister Shacklebolt - he's a good friend of mine. He's a good man. He really is. He's kind, he's smart. He accepts everyone. Muggles, nonhumans..."
"So it seems. And that's very good for us," Nisi agreed warmly.
Harry pulled his jacket tight around himself, nodding.
"Are you feeling cold?"
"It's not too terrible."
"If you'd like, I can give you a way to stay warmer. A blanket of my own silk. There's a reason you mages keep taking it from us: it's extremely physically resilient, malleable and elastic, yet also resists extreme heat and holds warmth in the coldest of weather. It can last for an hour or more in a snowstorm if it has to."
"Erm..." On one hand, all Harry's mind could conjure up was the image of him wrapped up in a cocoon of webbing, waiting to be eaten. On the other hand, that was irrational and probably offensive, and this was a really kind offer of hers. And probably very personal and significant, to offer her own silk! "Thank you. That- I'd...appreciate that."
"Wonderful." Nisi twisted around and swirled a hand that glowed silver, with trailing particles; her backside (so sleek and curved and Harry couldn't help noticing) raised, and her spinnerets worked to cast out a line of silk, which ballooned out to become a wide, thin sheet of silvery mesh. It became a smooth rectangle, with rounded edges, and settled on the ground. Nisi closed her fist and relaxed, spinning about to take the sheet in her hands. She turned back toward Harry, and then she placed her palm on the silk and her hand glowed red. Flames flickered lightly from her palm, searing the silk mesh. Spreading through it with a glow of orange. It spread fast until the whole thing was orange. Then she lifted her hand and offered the sheet out to Harry.
Harry hesitated, then touched it. It was very warm to the touch - but not hot. Not anywhere near burning. Despite that ominous orange glow still permeating the sheet. It stretched and bent under his fingers, but held form still. He settled back and pulled it up over himself, letting it drape down on his knees and front. "T-thank you," he said earnestly. "Erm, but- why isn't it...all sticky?"
Nisi gave him an amused look. "Because I stripped it of that property when I enchanted it. I guessed you'd have a problem with that; most non-arachne do, over at Lynora's inn. As for us...we find security in clinging to our body's own creations."
"Thank you," he said again. That was really incredibly kind and considerate of her...
"You're welcome, Harry." Nisi paused. "I don't know if the silk alone will be enough for you." She hesitated, uncertainty on her face. Almost anxiety, even. "I've never personally tended to a human before. I don't know if your kind...your usual temperatures. And the thickness is only with our own kind in mind, not yours."
"It's great. It's- thank you, again."
"I don't sleep at nights; my kind are nocturnal. I'll be going in and out of my home. I'll do my best not to wake you - I know humans need to sleep at nights, like most species do."
"Thank you. I'll be fine."
Nisi hesitated again. She stretched out a hand and flicked a finger, causing several nearby bonfires to sputter and dim. Severely reduced, by still active. The immediate area was much more dimly lit now, shadows casting. "Is this- an acceptable condition for you to sleep in?"
"Yeah. Yeah, thank you." Harry reassured her. He raised his wand and conjured his sleeping mat and pillow from the depths of his trunk (shrunken in his pocket still), and lay them out on the smooth rock floor. He vanished the chair away and lay on the mat, letting the sheet of webbing fall over his body.
"Sleep well, Harry. I'll return shortly." Nisi told him, and she moved swiftly across the chamber to disappear down the long tunnel toward the exit.
Harry shifted and watched the green fires flickering nearby, relaxing slowly.
Until he was so comfortable he did start to fall asleep.
Harry woke up in early hours to find Nisi watching him.
"Erm- hello," Harry greeted her, sitting up slowly and rubbing at his eyes.
"Hello."
"You really didn't sleep at all?" he asked her.
"No. I'll be sleeping in several hours - during the daylight. My kind also doesn't need to sleep as long as yours; but we do sleep more often."
Harry thought about it with his sleep-fogged brain. "So...you just take a lot of naps, then?" he ventured.
"Yes. We nap."
"Great."
Harry examined her further in silence, his eyes roaming those long, draping curtains of dark red hair...up her muscled stomach, to her large breasts hanging above. Then he shook his head and looked away, flushing.
"Do you find me attractive, Harry?"
"N-no!" Harry froze. "I- I mean, y-yeah, but- I didn't- I'm sorry," he said lamely.
She looked nothing but amused. "Why are you sorry?"
"I- it was rude to stare like that..."
"It was? I find it flattering."
"Err, you do?"
"Yes. Very much so. To have the one who brought so much recent good to my clan, to have that one in my own den..." Her long, spindly arachnid legs moved, and she glided in closer to him, a smile coming over her face. "You're also quite a desirous person, Harry. If you desire me, and I desire you, then why should we not share in that together? In a shared pleasure?"
"Um, are you- suggesting we...?" Harry blushed. Was this a non-human thing, or just a "this particular forest" thing? Harry thought maybe it was a difference in other...other cultures, other societies. Maybe a lot of them saw- sex- in a very different way from humans. At least, that seemed to be the picture he was getting...
"If you don't want to take the offer, you don't have to," Nisi spoke lightly. "But I would find it to be...a curious new experience, to share bodily pleasures with a human mage. Most of your kind have only ever tried to abduct or kill mine; you're the first I've ever spent this amount of time with personally that wasn't...marred by hostilities."
"Oh." Harry sat back on the mat, gazing around himself in thought. Trying to get his brain's gears working here. Did he really want this? Could he just...say yes? If anybody he knew ever found out about it, they'd have things to say for sure! He shuddered at the thought of the wrath Mrs. Weasley would bring down on him if she ever learned of these recent...escapades. But on the other hand...they were so- thrilling, exciting, and good. They felt good. So why shouldn't he? Like Nisi had said? What was the problem? As long as they were okay with it, both of them?
"S-sure," he finally said, trying to smile at Nisi. "I guess we could- give it a shot?"
"Wonderful. If you would stand for me, then..."
"Oh. Um, sure." Harry pushed himself up, yawning and running a hand through his hair nervously. He was suddenly very aware of how naked he was. Almost naked, that was. Just his boxers. Aware of it as she approached him like liquid, graceful and silent and effortless. She gazed into his eyes, looking him up and down. Then she leaned herself forward and brought her hands up to grasp his arms. Harry shivered as she stroked his arms, grasped his face, and kissed him on the lips. As her tongue slid out to slide across his lips. Her hand reaching down for his chest, and then down to his hips...around to grasp his butt and pull him to her breasts. She squeezed and caressed him, using a surprising strength to lift him up off his feet for a moment and hold him to her.
Harry kissed her back, wobbling on his feet as she steadied him, and he grabbed her shoulders for more support. Maybe he should have waited until he was a bit more awake to do this...
Well, that was him, wasn't it? Stupid, reckless decisions. Trying to have awkward non-human sex when he'd just woken up was par the course...
And he wasn't willing to stop now. He was already knee-deep in this pool of...whatever. His brain couldn't come up with a metaphor.
Nisi spread her legs wide as she dropped to the ground, leaning forward to grasp his hips and tug his boxers down off him. Then she reached for his dick. She stroked at him and licked him, then took him into her mouth.
Harry caressed at her head, stroking her long dark red hair, running the strands through his fingers as he raised them up and let them fall again. It sparkled and looked beautiful...
Nisi stopped her work and leaned back, gazing up at him. She looked satisfied with herself so far. "What a strange way to procreate."
"Erm, well, this isn't- procreating. Not...not yet, anyway. This is just- warmup. Err...preparing. Pleasuring, just- pleasuring. A-and for us it wouldn't, you know, even work...probably..." Hopefully.
"I know that. But the ultimate act itself is still strange to me. To put a part of yourself into another's body..." She shook her head and let his dick go. "But if it gives you pleasure, I'll do it for you. You want to insert your penis into my anus, then?"
"Yeah. That's- that'd be best here, I think."
"Let's try it, then." She turned around and lifted her tapered, narrow rear end at him, showing off her hole. Soft flesh, tight and narrow.
Harry walked up and touched her abdomen, lining up his dick before sliding into her anus. What a tight, hot, wet arsehole it was! She shifted and gasped, her body vibrating. "Are you okay?"
"I think so, yes. It's only...I never realized how pleasurable it would be to touch back there. To feel something inside of my anus."
"Erm, well, I've heard people's arses have a lot of nerves and stuff. So, you know, it feels really good for people. I guess it's true not just for- for humans, you know."
"I suppose," she agreed, wondering. A hint of excitement. "Do more to me - what you'd do for a human woman."
"Okay."
And Harry did.
He began to fuck away at her, fast and hard, pounding her exoskeletal arachne arse, making her moan and squirm and grab her own breasts wildly, stimulating herself like mad. He penetrated her wet hot depths, fully to the hilt easily, unlike the short canal of Arrig's. Or the insane tightness of Rebutia. His full length was pleasured and gripped, his balls smacking her underside to shoot pleasures through him. Then he rammed her faster until he thrust a final time and shot deep inside her!
He pulled out and cum oozed out her hole. He rubbed his head against her spinnerets, smearing them and making her tremble.
"Erm, sorry I couldn't make you cum too," he blushed, stumbling backwards and wobbling where he stood. Dizzy and heady.
She turned to him, breathy and flushed in the face a deep red. Her nipples were bigger than ever and standing out. "It's fine. My kind doesn't experience orgasms like yours, or others, like the harpies and centaurs of the world."
"Oh. But...it was still good? I mean, you- you felt good? It was pleasurable and all?"
"It was. More than I could have thought it would be. Thank you for that experience."
"You're welcome...Um, so-"
"You plan to leave now."
It wasn't a question. But Harry answered her anyway, as he took up his wand and flicked it to materialize his clothes on his body in an instant. He waved his wand to make a chair, sitting down on it again. It was shoddier work than even his usual, creaky and wobbly in its own right. He was still tired. Even more tired now after that...
"Maybe," he shrugged. "I'm not sure where I'd even like to go next."
"You have no plans whatsoever?"
"No. Stupid, isn't it?" Harry grinned a little.
"Dangerous, perhaps," Nisi replied politely.
"I might try making a visit to Lynora's place before I go off anywhere else," Harry said finally. He admitted he was curious to see what a building of inter-mingling nonhumans was like. And it was close by anyways, so why waste the chance before moving on?
"Would you like me to escort you there again?"
"That would be nice, thank you."
"We'll leave when you're ready, then. Thank you again for this enlightening time we've spent together. To meet a human like this...it's comforting, to know you're not all like those who invade our home and ruin our lives."
Harry scratched at his head. "Err...thanks. And you're welcome. Glad I could help with that."
Nisi was an extremely to-the-point woman, wasn't she?
Harry sort of liked that, honestly, after practically his entire life of being lied to and having information withheld from him. To just hear someone speaking the blunt truth of matters...
It was really refreshing.
And maybe also attractive.