Author's Note: Harry gets his first, full and proper ass-fucking in this one! :D Woohoo! Our young hero of a man took a huge step in his sexual journey of discovery and self-curiosities!
After risking two more-or-less blind Apparition jumps toward the mountains, Harry stood near the base of the great mountain range, gazing up at them.
It was a daunting sight.
More so if there were actually dragons grouping up here.
Harry dropped his gaze and looked down at his left arm. At the chunk of flesh that was gone, and the blood that was pouring down it.
He aimed his wand and muttered out a light healing spell. He conjured bandages and carefully wrapped it up, wincing at himself. And berating himself.
More than one Apparition so close to each other was always a bad idea. He shouldn't have pushed for two, not one after another.
Now he was paying for it with a good Splinching.
Great going, Harry.
He decided to do the smart thing now, and just walk the rest of the way, lest he risk losing an entire arm, or maybe even an eye.
As it grew dark after hours of walking - punctuated by two breaks to hunt for and cook food - Harry set up his camp in a small valley, with a rushing wide river running through it, along with a large L-shaped lake.
Mountains on all four sides of the area, now. Several big ones were still between him and that great one that supposedly had all these dragons in it.
Harry was confident he could make it there tomorrow, if he got moving again in the morning.
But for tonight, he really had to sleep.
Harry cast a few protective enchantments around his campsite in a small radius, then retired to the inside of his tent. Where it was warm and cozy.
He lay out on his bed, reading some books from his trunk to pass the time, until he got tired enough to turn out the lights.
Harry rolled over and took off his glasses, and went to bed.
Harry woke up to pure chaos, a great gasp wrenched free of his lungs as hid body slammed against hard ground.
The ground itself rocked, and a bright yellow light flared outside the tent entrance.
A second later and a stream of bright yellow particles surrounded by lightning was bursting through the top of the tent. It struck the floor and burst outward, catching the desk on fire and sending Harry, his bed, and his trunk flying.
The tent warped and twisted on all side, and then it just...burst and collapsed around him.
Leaving Harry exposed to the valley again.
To the dark.
And to the large creature in that darkness.
Under moonlight Harry saw glistening scales and two long, glowing objects that moved together. Electricity crackled and churned between them, flickering to light up...a gaping jaw. A mouth.
What was this thing? Some kind of magical creature had not only gotten through his protective barriers, but had also destroyed his tent with some kind of magical energy attack! It had to be immensely powerful - and dangerous! Was it a Class XXXX? More likely a Class XXXXX!
And wasn't that just Harry's luck?
To be attacked in the middle of nowhere by a mage-killer tier monster!
There was a glint and a moment of stillness as Harry stared up at the creature.
Then the energy was burning bright, the lightning was crackling more fiercely, and Harry saw it the instant before it struck at him.
It was a serpent.
A snake.
Of course it was!
It just had to be, didn't it?
Harry whipped up his wand, yelling out, "PROTEGO!"
The giant serpent's fangs descended on him, its snout slamming into his barrier. It reared back, then struck again, and those fangs sank into the barrier. The energy pulsed and grew, and Harry focused his mind on Apparating again.
The magical energy flashed out at him from only a few feet away, searing him across the arm and ribs as he twisted and vanished into nothingness.
Harry screamed as the world squeezed at him, and then it all popped and he was back again.
The ground rocked and Harry turned to see his flaming tent's remains - and the great serpent lifting its head from said remains. A long tongue flickered out, and then it whipped its head to the side and locked its slitted eyes on Harry once more.
Harry cursed himself. If it hadn't hit him with that blast, thrown off his focus, he could have been away from here!
But now he was stuck.
If he risked apparating again...
But wasn't anything better than possibly dying to some giant bloody serpent - for the second time in his life?!
Yes, Harry decided firmly. Yes it was.
He thrust out his wand, sending a Blasting Curse toward the serpent as he backpedaled.
The serpent's eyes flickered to his wand, then, to the traveling jet of energy - and then it ducked and twisted its body to avoid the curse completely!
Harry stared. It wasn't just magically powerful, it was also clearly very intelligent - the chances of it definitely being a Class XXXXX creature shot up in his mind considerably.
Which unfortunately also meant he was...probably screwed.
A lone wizard didn't often fair well against such creatures. In fact, whole teams of mages often didn't do well against such creatures!
He threw up a wide, shimmering wall of a barrier between them as he turned to run.
He just needed the space to concentrate, to focus without being terrified about those jaws snatching him up, and those fangs sinking into his body and...
The serpent surged after him, winding across the grass and moving with all the speed and strength of a train!
It was shocking, and very terrifying!
Harry glanced back to see the creature reach his barrier - and then it simply reared up and climbed over it. The fastest possible path right for its prey: him. And it knew it!
Damnit, damnit, damnit!
Harry was not going to outrun this thing. Especially not with the way his entire side and left arm were burning. Which meant he wasn't going to even get the time needed to try Apparating again - which was likely to Splinch him terribly, possibly life-threateningly! But he couldn't even try puling that off and hoping for the best because this damn monster was closing in on him and he didn't know what to do!
Well, if he was going to die out here, the least he could do was face his death head on. Fighting.
Funny, this, wasn't it? He'd thought for so long he'd die to Voldemort - not even make it past this war into a life beyond. But he had, and now...now...
Now he was going to meet his end being devoured by a deadly magical creature.
A random, stupid way to go out, all in all.
Would anyone even know he was gone?
Maybe someone would come across his tent sometime, find his trunk and the like. At least he could be identified that way...
Harry clenched his jaw and raised his wand, spinning back to face the serpent barreling right for him.
Maybe he could get in a lucky hit and try to-
"MOVE, TINY WIZARD!"
A flash of blue lit up the night, and several bolts of blue energy streaked through the air toward the giant serpent, twisting and honing in on a single point. The serpent twirled and presented its scaly backside, taking the energy and being sent flying through the air. It crashed through several trees and landed in the lake, water splashing up everywhere.
Harry blinked, and his mind started working again. He cast his wand skyward with a Lumos Maxima, creating a large sphere of white light that floated high into the air to illuminate the area like a miniature sun.
Racing across the grass with thundering footsteps...was something Harry could only identify as a minotaur, like the ones from mythology. Well, obviously they were real (as so many muggle "fairy tale" creatures were)!
A minotaur who was so clearly female. Twelve feet tall, brawny and broad-shouldered, a mountain of muscle and power! She had huge, strong legs with hard hooves. She had large, curved horns coming out of her head. She had a great big snout. And she had a long, swishing tail behind her with a tuft of fur on the end of it. Her body was covered in fur, or hair, rather. She was clothed, but it was rather minimal: a simple cloth bra band that struggled to contain massive bouncing breasts, and a draping, lengthy loincloth with thick twine wrapped around her powerful hips to keep it in place on front and back of her body.
In her hand, held almost casually, was a six foot long, pure metal weapon. Some kind of giant hammer, encrusted with glowing red gems up and down its long handle. The sides and back of the actual head of the hammer had green gems sticking out of it.
"I TOLD YOU TO MOVE!" she - this minotaur female - shouted out to him again, more urgent this time. Her voice was deep, booming, but still definitively female. She swung that hammer before her horizontally, like nothing, and the red gems lit up and shot little jolts of lightning into the green gems on the head, causing the entire thing to light up green and a huge jet of red energy to burst out of it, heading toward the lake.
Harry watched the energy bolt fly through the air; it jittered and pulsed wildly, madly, changing shape and losing cohesion before reforming and doing it all over again. Like it was unstable or something.
The giant serpent was just rising from the water, its jaws opening as its eyes glinted and sparked with yellow lightning. The energy bolt struck it in the unprotected underside, and it flew back and roared as scarlet electricity enveloped its body, running up and down its length. The waters of the lake turned red, bubbling and bursting in great plumes around the serpent, affected by this powerful magic.
Harry waved his wand to create a barrier in front of himself, then he began firing Blasting Curses toward the downed creature as it thrashed in the waters. As immobile as it was ever going to get. His spells seemed puny compared to hers - the minotaur's. Some of them missed, but two struck home, and he was pleased to see moderately sized holes appear in the creature's body; blowing out its organs and blood in a big spray.
But it was far from felled by that damage.
In fact, it just seemed angrier.
It shook its head and surged forward out of the water, heading right for Harry again. Its eyes fixed on him.
He fired curse after curse at it, rapidly as he could, but it didn't stop!
With sudden inspiration he really should have had earlier, he tried to aim for its eyes, as if it were a dragon, but he couldn't get a bead on it.
It reared up and slammed down in an eye's blink, striking his shield and digging its fangs into the barrier a second time. Like before, those fangs glowed yellow, and then his shield broke in a burst of crackling yellow lightning.
A sudden, powerful wind ripped at Harry, and he turned to see a tornado swirling its way toward him swiftly! It wasn't big, but it wasn't small. It was tight and narrow, with rocks and tree branches swirling inside it and being cast out at blinding speeds. Incredible force! It neared Harry too fast to react, and that overwhelming wind picked him up off his feet! The serpent, too, was pulled in to crash against the ground, helpless and being wound up the tornado's body. Harry yelled out as something strong and large struck him in the back, taking him out of the tornado to the ground again. He realized it was the minotaur woman. She had grabbed him!
Rescued him.
"How in the world did a tornado form so fast?" Harry gasped, clutching his side as he felt like he was going to pass out. The pain was just too much, too...all of this was too...
The minotaur laughed, loud and enthusiastic and just- like she was having the time of her life. Raucous wasn't an understatement! She reached down and patted him hard on the shoulder; Harry felt agony shoot down his arm. "That would be my fault - my spell! Sorry for catching you up in it, my tiny wizard friend."
"I'm not tiny, and I'm not your friend either," Harry panted out, twisting his wand to silently start casting a healing charm. He didn't know how much he could even do for it, but every bit would help right now.
"Ah, but this will surely make us that!" She refuted with absolute joy! She twirled her weapon and slammed the hilt into the ground, piercing the dirt. A blue light flashed, and the earth itself began to crack and split open, traveling toward the tornado-trapped serpent.
The ground shook like mad, almost sending Harry falling over.
He watched as the ground opened up into a wide chasm beneath the serpent; the serpent fell down into it, thrashing and hissing.
The minotaur lifted her hammer out of the dirt, and the chasm began to shut again. To close in on the serpent.
The serpent tried to escape, but it was too late.
The earth crushed it, popping off scales like popcorn kernels, leaving its head and about a third of its body exposed.
But it wasn't quite dead yet, even still!
It whipped its head around to stare at Harry and the minotaur. It opened its jaws wide, and from out of its mouth came a stream of magical energy once again!
The minotaur seized Harry's shoulder and yanked him aside, swinging her hammer to form a thick, curved sheet of blue crystal in front of them, like painting on a canvas. Except her brush was a giant magic hammer, and the air itself was her canvas.
The lightning blast struck the crystal barrier, causing it to explode violently. Pieces of glowing crystal flew at them both. The minotaur whirled with Harry, shielding him with her entire, massive muscular body. Then she let him go and whipped around, swinging her hammer once more.
A red energy bolt flew for the serpent, striking it in the face and causing the creature's body to burn scarlet from within. It twisted and shrieked, and then it shuddered, and its head exploded in a mess of gore, scales and blood.
"Awww..." the minotaur said, crestfallen. "I would have liked that one to have missed, in all honesty!" She glanced down at Harry, raising her hammer. "I had this all planned out. I was going to use a bit of force magic to leap into the air, and I was going to finish it off with a grand slam to the top of its head. A final blow worthy of the old tales, you know what I'm saying, tiny wizard?"
"Uh...no," Harry managed to get out, completely thrown by this woman. By everything that had just happened! And sort of lost in his own enduring, bodily agony still. "Erm- so my name's-"
"Harry Potter, yes, I'm well aware of that!" she boomed out, laughing rich and deep. She twirled her weapon with ease, it rippled with blue energy, and then it shrank down to the size of...well, like any muggle hammer. She slid its thin, short pole of a handle down through an extra loop of a strap the belt of her loincloth, hanging it by the head of the hammer. Harry stared at the weapon on her huge, muscled, bursting thigh (and not at all at her huge, muscled, bursting thigh itself). "Word has had it for days now that you've been over in the forest of Galligesh. I have friends from work who live over there; they're all quite friendly."
"Y-yeah, people are friendly over there," Harry agreed. "Um, so, you know who I am but I don't know who you are..."
"Ah. Right. Of course! You can call me Gerena, my tiny new friend. Gerena Wildnest."
"I'm not tiny, and- well-" Harry stopped. He didn't want to be rude, did he? Maybe they were friends now. Or they'd become friends soon, anyway. He didn't want to alienate her by insisting otherwise and looking like a prick. "I'm not tiny," he reiterated lamely.
"My mistake," Gerena said sincerely, giving him a big smile. "Would calling you Potter friend work for you?"
"Err..you can just call me Harry."
"All right. Harry it is! Lovely to meet you and all that, but it would be unwise to stick around now. The death of any creature draws others looking for an easy meal. We might well become that for them if we stay near the kill."
"You have a...a better place for us to be. A safer place?" Harry questioned, ragged now. He glanced down at his arm again, and really wished he hadn't. It did not look good...
"Oh yes, very safe. My home. Even the most dangerous creatures - or people - would find themselves committing a very violent form of suicide in trying to breach the walls of my people's cities."
"Right... Great," Harry said, a bit disturbed by how happy Gerena sounded when she said that. "Look, I dunno if you've...noticed...but I have some injuries I really need to get taken care of...Do you know any spells or have any potions to-"
Gerena the minotaur looked down at his body, zeroing in on his arm. Her eyes widened. Like she legitimately hadn't noticed it before. "Ohhh...oh! That is- that's very worrying. Yes, let's get you to my home straight away! We have plenty of body-healers and brewers who can have that all...mostly put right again. They should be able to stop you from dying to it, at least..."
"Thanks," Harry breathed, wobbling on his feet now. "That's real comforting," he added, biting and sarcastic as he could manage.
"I'm- sorry. Let me just open a path quickly here..." Gerena snatched up her shrunken hammer, pressing a finger to one of the red gems. It began to glow scarlet, bright. Then she began chanting and moving the hammer in the air before her - a circle. No, not quite. Rounded, but...
Red energy was left behind in the air, a trail and an outline. Then it began to wash down and fill in, and with a flash it solidified.
It was a transparent doorway of some sort, almost like glass, or- no, crystal. A ruby doorway.
Through the transparent material, Harry could see the valley, yes, but he could also see a double layer. Another image over top it. It was...another place. A room, and there was a torch and a rug and it looked...
Gerena grabbed his arm, then thrust out her hammer to strike the ruby doorway: it rippled and bent inward before snapping back to solidity. "Come - it's open for passage to us," she told him, before taking a large legged stride forward, dragging him along with her. She passed through the crystal like it wasn't there - and then so did Harry.
Harry spent several long hours laying in a great big, warm fuzzy bed wrapped up in wool blankets.
He had hesitantly drank two potions so far that had tasted downright awful, but that he'd been assured would keep him from going into shock and dying.
Then he had had to lay very still and try not to scream as another minotaur woman - a body-healer, their doctor or mage Healer equivalent - had rubbed a burning salve up and down his entire arm. Naturally he had tried to tear his arm away from her...and so naturally she had gripped it tight and straight to prevent him from doing so, with all the ease of a mother restraining her infant. She had also applied the same salve to his flank, after removing his shirt with a tap of a large finger.
Harry had seen the body-healer again ten minutes ago, when she had come to check in on him, and as he was doing much better he had honestly thanked her.
On hearing large lumbering footfalls again, Harry looked toward the doorway of the room.
It wasn't the body-healer, however: it was Gerena, back to see him again for the first time since they'd arrived.
"Hello," she spoke, quiet and composed. A remarkable change from her behavior out in the valley. She was huge and tall as hell, but she still somehow managed to look...rather small now. She walked right over to the bed and sat down on the floor, still managing to be taller than him. "How are you feeling?"
Harry managed a pained smile. "Still burns, but it's a hell of a lot better than before."
"Good, good. I'm happy to hear that, my new friend."
Harry internally sighed. He supposed this was a thing that was just going to happen. "Yeah...thank you. And- thank you for saving my life," he added earnestly, meeting her eyes. "If you hadn't come when you had, I'd be..."
"Torn apart, the pieces of your body scattered across the ground, your blood and organs spread all over the place for all to feast on."
"Yeah. That sounds about right," Harry agreed, forcing another smile.
"Though, you were incredibly lucky for a human to have survived any length of time alone against terenogi serpent."
"Don't I know it," Harry murmured, letting his head fall back on the bed. "That thing wouldn't even give me time to breathe. To try to Apparate away. Of course, I'd gone and Splinched myself earlier, so I was probably going to lose a leg or something from it, even if I had pulled it off."
"Squeezing yourself through space itself and becoming one with everything and nothingness has its risks, yes," Gerena replied, shaking her head at him. "Those dangers are why my people have never bothered to learn the technique; we're comfortable with our own ways of long form travel - our Passages of Mirneth."
"Is that...what that was before? The whole doorway thing? The- red crystal? Ruby?" Harry asked.
"Yes. Experts of their craft spend months and even years creating tunnels between one place and another - a fixed doorway at one point, and a movable one at another," Gerena explained, seeming quite happy to be. "The fixed doorway is already constructed, whereas the other one needs to be created by us wherever we are."
"Before you started making that...door, you touched one of those rubies on your weapon," Harry said, curious now. Free to let himself be, a little. "What was that about? Was it a- err- a trigger or- what?"
Gerena crossed her legs and reached down to pull her weapon from its holster. She gave it an absent little swing, then turned it over to show off the handle to him. The gems in question. Four of them, one on top of another. "You could describe it like that, yes. Each gem is a small piece carved off of a fixed doorway. By pulsing my magic through them, it resonates with the corresponding fixed doorway, and then I create a doorway at my position which is able to connect to the tunnel. Create the passage between the both of them."
"Okay. And you have four of them there, so...you can go to four different places?"
"That's right." Gerena raised her thumb and tapped the topmost crystal. "This one is the one we used to come here - home - straight to my quarters: the one below it leads to another city of my people's, far up north - it's actually not far from your great Hogwarts school of magic, and the human village of Hogsmeade - while the one below that one takes me to a very special, personal place. The one at the very bottom...that one opens a door at the site of my departed father's grave."
"I- I'm sorry," Harry said softly.
Gerena eyed him. Her own expression surprisingly soft. "Yes, you'd know all about that, wouldn't you? You've lost both your parents. I'm sorry for them as well, in return."
Harry nodded. "Thank you."
They sat silently together, until the silence was broken by approaching footsteps.
Two new minotaurs, two women, passed through the door and entered the room. One had dark brown and black fur, and long crystal earrings, while the other was all brown, and had on bracelets, anklets, and a gleaming silver necklace with spokes sticking out of it. They looked sharp and rather dangerous, honestly. The former was wearing a long, simple sleeveless gown, while the other was dressed more like Gerena - a simple cloth tube of a top and a loincloth. Except hers didn't even reach her knees, and it had multi-colored tassels hanging from it.
Gerena turned and leaped up immediately, stowing her weapon away on her hip. "Mothers! This is Harry Potter - you know of him already, of course you do - and he's the one who helped me slay a terenogi serpent!"
Both of these mature minotaur women eyed Harry intently.
"Did you?" said the black and brown one in the gown.
Harry blushed and shifted under their gazes. "I mean, I didn't do much; err, Gerena did most of the hard work. Her magic was- amazing."
"The compliment is appreciated, but not the modesty," Gerena spoke swiftly, reaching over to pat his arm and giving a laugh. "We slayed the creature together!"
"Erm, yeah, I- I guess we did..." Harry conceded.
"A human wizard truly slew a terenogi?" spoke the other woman - the other of Gerena's...mothers? Her tone was...appraising. "The words of Harry Potter's deeds are true, then. A terenogi is a great feat, but nothing compared with a basilisk."
"That basilisk wasn't exactly easy either-" Harry started.
Gerena cut him off as she went into a sudden, loud coughing fit. "Yes, well, you ought to be going now, mothers! He needs his rest - and after he's gotten it, I do intend to show him every wonder of our great city! The finest examples of our culture! He'll be the most honored guest in a while yet - since the likes of the great Albus Dumbledore! And that...Ministry envoy we had here some months ago!"
"See that you do," the gown-wearing minotaur replied. "When the time comes for him to leave, he will not leave with an ill impression of us."
"Of course not!" Gerena said jovially, patting Harry on the hip and thigh as she neglected to actually aim her hand. "I mean...of course he will. Yes, he will!"
Harry gave a nod to the women. To these mothers of Gerena's. "It was nice to meet you, err...Mrs. and Mrs. Wildnest?"
The women left him and Gerena be.
The second they did, Gerena let out a long woosh of air, falling back to sit on the floor with a mighty crash.
Harry rubbed at his leg, gazing at her. "What was all that for back there?"
Gerena turned. "That? I believe in your terms it's called a favor!"
"A favor?"
"Yes." Gerena smiled widely. "In making sure word of Harry Potter The Terenogi Slayer - defeated in battle while fighting alongside myself; this is also an important part of it! - spreads through the city, you'll be given little trouble during your stay. In fact, you'll be downright honored."
"Errr...thank you? But why would you do that for someone you've only just met?"
"Well, you are Harry Potter, and so I knew of you before we met," Gerena shrugged. "But it was not just word of your battles alone that caused me to do this for you - but your kindness, your compassion for other beings while staying over in Galligesh forest. A woman can fight all the battles she wants, but if her soul is scarred with cruelty or apathy, then she isn't one worth giving a second look to. In fact, she might even be someone worth giving a supreme bashing to." Gerena grinned and mimed swinging her giant hammer at him. "A great wallop, right on the head. Smash her against a few walls, see how she feels after that. Of course a human would probably end up with the contents of their skull staining that wall, but you're getting the idea, yes?"
"Um...y-yes," Harry managed to say, his voice a tad higher than usual.
"Lovely!" Gerena exclaimed. She paused, as if just remembering something. Then, she added, "Oh yes, and another reason I did that for you would be because you happen to have an adorable little ass on you."
"Um...what?"
"Wasn't I clear? Your- your adorable little ass. Humans are tiny, yes, but you're also rather cute as well," Gerena spoke casually. "And you, with that tight thing of yours and how it's just... Ahem, well now, you should rest up. Tomorrow we have so much to see. I'll introduce you to all my closest friends, I'll cook the finest meal you could ever dream of in the morning, and we'll even visit the Tunnels of Chaos!"
Harry, his face burning, meekly nodded. Though he was more than a little terrified about the whole "Tunnels of Chaos" thing. Too terrified to ask.
And really, his mind was still stuck back on "You have an adorable little ass" part of Gerena's explanations...
This was definitely a new feeling - being complimented like that! - but it was one he thought he rather liked!
He definitely felt warm and nice inside.
Really, when was the last time he'd gotten a genuine compliment?
He really couldn't remember! So he would take Gerena's gladly, he decided.
"Erm, if I'm resting here though, and this is your room - I don't want to take your bed from you," Harry managed to say to her.
"Have you not noticed the size of my bed?" Gerena gave a small grin. "It's fit for two of my kind - one of me and one of you should leave us with more than enough space left over."
"Because I'm a tiny human," Harry stated.
"Exactly. Now you're catching on."
Harry woke up to an embarrassing situation.
Himself, hard as a rock, pressing that hard rock up against the literal rock mountain of a backside of Gerena's. More specifically, her hard, rippling great buttocks.
At least he still had his boxers to contain his hard-on - though that wasn't much of anything honestly, in terms of separation. And it was just making things real painful.
Harry scooted back and rolled over onto his backside, trying to breathe and manage this problem. But he knew from cursed experience that it was not, in fact, going to be managed that way.
He prayed that Gerena either wouldn't wake up for a long time, or she wouldn't notice it.
Both thoughts were in vain.
The world just really hated him, didn't it?
After a few short minutes laying there, Gerena stirred and rolled over onto her right side, facing him directly. She looked over at him. Looked him over. His face, his damaged arm and ribs. And then, naturally, to the thing sticking up from the rest.
"I- I'm sorry about this- I really don't mean to look like a-" Harry started desperately.
"Like what? A human with a cock?"
Harry stared at her, flushed at her casually obscene terminology. "W-well- I mean- you know- I...I don't want to- cause any kind of problems for you, you know. It's-"
"You're a strange man, tiny wizard. If this is a problem, then I share in it." Gerena rolled onto her backside, raising a strong leg to kick the big, heavy blanket off of them both. She gave a great yawn and raised her bulging tree trunk arms to the stone ceiling.
Now it was Harry's turn to stare. And stare. And stare. Gerena had a penis. A dick. A cock, all right. It was absolutely massive, and thick, and powerful in its own right and as that loincloth slid away to the side and it stood up naked for Harry to gaze at in all its detail and-
His own twitched. Harry caught himself, mortified, and turned his head away. "S-sorry!" he choked out. "I- I didn't-"
Gerena laughed, loud and rolling. She rolled off the bed and jumped to her feet, waving a hand back at him without even looking. "You'd best stop being so adorable, friend. I won't be able to contain myself."
"Err...so you- you- I mean you-" Harry stuttered, staring at her backside as she moved to retrieve her weapon from a nearby table. "Have I been getting it wrong this whole time? I mean, you're- you're not a- a...err, male, are you?"
Gerena twirled her weapon, extending it to its full length and size, and she rested it on the end of its hilt on the floor, holding it vertically. She looked back at him over a bulging, large shoulder. There was a small grin on her face, as her minotaur snout exuded hot visible air in the cool chamber. "Would that be a problem for you if I were?"
"N-no, of course not, just-" Harry gulped, staring at the giant magical hammer.
"You can rest easy knowing I'm all woman," Gerena said, amused rather than offended or angry. "Our species are opposites in the area of sex and genitals, at least the lower ones: we females are larger, stronger, and are born with penises, while our males are smaller, weaker, and have a sex organ similar enough to your human female's vaginas. They give birth to our children - though we women still do the nursing. We don't have these for nothing," she concluded, gesturing to her great and powerful chest. "Speaking of food - are you hungry? I can make you that meal I promised last night."
"Um...s-sure," Harry said, smiling at her as best he could and sitting up tentatively on the bed. He flopped and scooted his way to the edge, touching solid ground again. He put his hands over his lap. "That'd be- great. Thank you."
Gerena eyed his lap hands outright, a small smile on her face. She shook her head and strode off for another, wide, long table with overhead cabinets. "Thank me after you've eaten it, Harry friend. It might not turn out to be something worth thanking me for."
Well that was just...ominous.
After eating a good meal and then finally leaving the chamber to navigate wide, stone hallways with tall windows, Harry was taken to meet Gerena's friends briefly - two other women, named Nadeha and Kaltin.
Gerena showed him the sights for real, a tour. They went in and out of so many different stone buildings, all large and grand, with staircases and pathways connecting them all in a totally confusing way. She showed him a building that was like a hospital, she showed him a great, stone bowl sunken into the ground that she said was "like a sports arena", and she showed him to a very special sort of building lastly.
It was circular and tall, and the inside was similar. There was a wide, spiral staircase going up it, and different platforms sticking out at various points. On these platforms were carved, ruby crystal doorways. Set places for people to come back to - or to pass through to other set places, if you had the right fragments of the other doors on hand.
And then came what Harry was terrified of.
And what he was no less terrified of after actually experiencing it.
The Tunnels of Chaos.
The one and only way Harry could ever imagine describing the experience that was the Tunnels of Chaos was that it was like being on psychedelic drugs without having to actually ingest any drugs.
And Harry had never done drugs before!
He had to take a while to just...recover from that on its own, asking Gerena quietly and without puking if she could take him back to her room.
She did, speaking soothing and comforting words to him, and looking rather worried for him ("I'm so terribly sorry, it never crossed my mind that a human would have trouble going through there!").
By the time they went back up the steps into the great big residence building, through those wide halls and into Gerena's chamber, Harry really just wanted nothing more than to sleep again.
He asked Gerena if he could use her bed for a while again, and she told him to take it freely.
Harry gratefully sank down onto it, pulled his knees up to his chest, and shut his eyes.
Gerena crawled up next to him, patting at him and soothing him some more. Apologizing again and again, really.
Harry accepted them from her, knowing her guilt was genuine. Maybe that kind of thing was amazingly fun and wild for a minotaur, but for a tiny wizard like him...? No way. Never again, in fact!
The only consolation was that he could now go back and tell Hermione he knew the definitive origin for the Labyrinth myth - and had experienced it personally.
After a half hour of recovery, Harry shifted and opened his eyes again, feeling a lot better.
He realized Gerena had a massive, strong arm around his body.
And that something big and hard and hot was pushing into his back.
"Erm- Gerena- you're sort of- s-sorta...poking me back there..." he breathed out, his own dick stiffening as he acknowledged the reality verbally. "With your- you know- your b-big...really warm...penis..."
"I am? Oh. Sorry about that. I'll just...fix that right now..." Gerena's arm left him, and he felt that pressing in his back leave him too.
He rolled over and looked at her. He glanced down, blushing immensely.
She just looked at him right back. Looked down, at his hard-on.
It really did look positively miniscule compared to hers.
Not exactly a confidence booster...
But his own confidence aside, when he just looked at hers...hers alone...
"You can touch it if you like," her voice came quietly, casually.
Harry swallowed. He hesitated. Then he took her on her offer. He reached out and just touched her. It. That huge, hard thing. It was really hot to the touch. He gently caressed her with his fingers. Then he withdrew. "Gerena, I um, if it's- you know- alright with you, I-"
"Yes?"
"I'd sort of like to...do more with you," he got out breathlessly. He had come to the decision, somehow, suddenly. He wanted to. To try with her. "Would you be- interested in that?"
"I'd be very interested," Gerena replied, smiling. "As interested as you seem to be - have been, since last night."
So she knew he'd been looking. Staring. Of course she did! Everyone was more observant than Harry, he grumbled to himself.
Harry stared at Gerena as she sat up and began taking off her meager clothing. He stared at her after she had shed and dropped her band bra and her draping loincloth, exposing her all to him up close.
She was twelve feet tall of naked, brawny and broad shouldered woman, her powerful mountain of a body on full display now. Every inch of her rippling muscles, even under her longest portions of fur that hung a few inches.
Her thick, strong legs...her lovely eyes...her massive breasts...that fairly cute tail of hers with its tuft of fur hanging off the side of the bed...
And, well, there was no ignoring the massive, twelve inch long penis sticking up from between her huge rippling thighs - at least twelve inches. And that wasn't even getting into the huge bag of minotaur balls she had spread out on the bed between those legs, now fully revealed with the loincloth removed. They were as big as baseballs!
"Erm, Gerena," Harry stammered. "I um...I know I said I want to do more with you, but...well..."
"Yes, my friend?" she grunted out, eyeing him patiently.
"I uh- I don't- I've never- done- all the way before. I mean I've never...I don't think we could even...with how big you- you are. You know...shagging? Fucking? Getting that- that cock of yours into my- my arse."
"That would be a problem - for any ordinary human - but you're a powerful mage, aren't you?" she said.
"Yeah...I mean, I'd like to think so," he joked.
"Then you'll be fine. Your body's magic will naturally change to accommodate the act," Gerena told him.
Harry supposed that was possible. True, even. He had seen it work that way for Rebutia the fairy, when she had taken his human sized dick into her tiny fairy slit. So maybe he would just...be fine. His magic would kick in. Still...
"Could we- you know- take things slow? Start easy? I've still never- done anything with a- a woman who has a...a penis," Harry blushed. "This'll be- my f-first."
"Of course! You're my new friend, slayer of the terenogi serpent; anything to make you more at ease while we bond!" Gerena said joyously.
"Thanks..." He didn't bother correcting her on the fiction. He hadn't actually done much compared to her, really!
Harry breathed easier, trying to relax. They would go slow, go easy. Before anything.
He scooted closer to her and touched her cock again. He stroked up and down her, he touched her head. Then he reached down further for her giant balls. He gently kneaded and played with her. She snorted a big breath through her snout. He did this for a few minutes, watching her get more and more erect until she was fully...fully there. Harder than hard. She had been, soft, less than half as thick as his wrist, he guessed. But now, now at full mast, she was as thick as his entire wrist! Thick and swollen, and oozing white liquid from her massive head that spilled onto his arm and his hand and fingers. Harry tried to stroke her off, tried to get his fingers around her, but they could hardly even touch each other's tips. They just barely connected.
Harry eventually let go of her, sitting back and watching her. She watched him, then she lay down on the bed, flat on her back. Harry hesitated, then he crawled up atop her. He stroked her face and leaned in to kiss her. Her large, powerful hands dwarfed his backside - well, one there, the other covered and squeezed his whole ass in a single palm of thick, powerful fingers. Some of those fingers moved under his waistband, stretching his boxers out. And then tugging them down to expose him to cool air.
He wondered briefly if this was how it had felt to be Arrig in her encounter with him. If this was the opposite side of the experience...
It was definitely strange, different from his norm, at any rate.
But he thought he liked it, like how he had liked Aellianne embracing him and holding him on her chest that way...
They kissed like this, Harry getting lost in it.
Then she touched his chest and pushed him up away, gazing into his eyes.
"Would you suck my cock now, Harry?" she asked him, very casually and warmly.
Harry nodded and slid down her great muscled body. Between huge hard thighs. He was ready for that, now, at least, he thought.
Right up in his face now, Harry stared at her giant minotaur dick and balls again. He took in all the fine details, the muscles, the veins, how beautiful it all was. He blushed and bowed his head, and he licked his first woman's penis. He licked and swirled his tongue over her tip, and went up her shaft and tasted her balls, and she oozed more cum that spilled over his hair and his face. Harry licked at her more as he began stroking her again, then he opened his mouth and tried taking her. He barely got her in, but he did! He was pretty proud of himself, and he e swirled his tongue and sucked his cheeks in, moving forward to take a few more inches of her into his widely stretched lips with determination.
Her giant hand came down to touch his head, to gently caress at his skull and stroke his hair. He would have thought she'd squeeze his brains out his ears, but she was...really remarkably careful and gentle about it all, for a woman with a hand that could have lifted him up by his face alone.
When she began to twitch in his mouth, her breaths coming deep and ragged, Harry released her from his mouth, taking a deep breath of air and letting his lips relax a minute. His stretched out cheeks, too!
She asked him if he was ready to make a try at fucking now. Harry told her yeah, he thought he could give it a try now.
He was pretty confident with himself, on a bit of a good streak here now. He wanted to try this for her, and do it right for her.
So he crawled up her body again, and he sat up with his legs spread over her waist, and he hovered over her dick. He marveled at how even like this he could feel her cock rubbing against his lower back. Almost his mid-back! He asked her to grab his wand for him, and she did; Harry cast two important sex spells on himself, relaxing and incredibly lubing up his ass and her cock both. He breathed, and he spread his ass and lowered himself. He touched. He breathed. And he tried pushing. He felt his ass stretch and stretch and then...a pop and a jolt as it suddenly gave way, and he was sinking a few inches down on her shaft already! He had her inside him, her massive oozing head. and he was taking more of her somehow still. He could feel a huge rod in his ass, but it wasn't filling him completely or hurting him at all. It was strangely there and not there. His ass felt a lot bigger, more able to take her. Almost easily.
He took more of her, until before he knew it he hit her base. His ass fully touched her ladyballs.
He blushed and decided to copy what he knew from others, like Arrig, and he leaned forward and put his hands on her chest for support. He held her in him, gazing at her. She smiled and reached up to touch his face. She caressed him. Her other hand grasped his hip and kneaded at his ass.
Harry fell forward and embraced her as he worked his hips to take her shaft, moaning and gasping as he maneuvered her inside himself. He never could've thought it felt this good - maybe this was why women loved it so much? All he knew was that he loved it too. Yes, yes, if this was how he'd been making all these women feel before, if this was the full experience that he had only gotten a fraction of a taste of with Jen's fingering before, then he wanted this all the time. Harry fucked himself on her giant cock furiously, desperately, moaning high and laying his face on her huge breasts! In a matter of seconds, Harry started cumming onto her stomach between them, more than he could ever recall doing before! He came and came, and it never seemed to end, until his seizing body collapsed, and he was exhausted and spent.
Gerena wasn't quite finished yet, herself, though; she grabbed his hips and started thrusting into him rapidly, until she finally came in him, and relaxed beneath him too. Her dick softened in him, but stayed there.
After several minutes Harry lifted himself up off her, and the cum spilled out of him. A whole bucket's worth drained from his ass, pooling on her thighs and the bed. Harry gasped at the sensation, at more pleasure. At relief. It was insane and incredible!
Harry definitely loved this - he loved being fucked. And he wanted more and more of it in his life going forward.