Fantastic Legends(Sara Lance, Amaya Jiwe/Vixen, and Queenie Goldstein)
"So, are all of your missions normally disorganized?"
That was the only question that Queen Goldstein could ask. The reasons and the ways she had been swept into this mission with this rag-tag group called the Legends, well it fell into the category of an extremely long and very thrilling story. Queen could not even want to think about where to begin. However, when she got used to working with them, then there was a certain rush in her body.
Tina really missed out on this, but she supposed there would be other opportunities in the future.
Harry smiled and decided to defer to Sara.
"Actually, that was a little bit more cohesive than usual," Sara said. "But, we tend to come out on top of the end."
Sara turned her attention towards Harry and moved closer towards them. As always after an intense battle, they were worked out, and neither of them cared what other women were around to know it. Harry made only the barest attempts to keep Sara from jumping him and shoving her tongue down his throat. It was only extremely casual and barely even worked.
"We sure do," Harry told her with a smile.
"And speaking of being on top."
Amaya just shook her head and Queenie looked at them.
"Should we leave?" Queenie asked.
"I'm not," Amaya said.
"And you're more than happy to join with the after-mission celebration," Sara said. "Zari's going to be so pissed that she got left out though."
Sara fumbled with the front of Harry's armor. All three of these women, wearing skintight catsuits which stretched over their sexy bodies and left little to the imagination. They got the artifact before the Soviet Union could plunge the entire world into chaos and be the number one super power in the world.
"You know, it would be a lot easier once I get this clunky ass armor off of you," Sara grumbled. "It works...but I prefer it on the floor."
"Is it goblin made?" Queenie asked with interest.
"They wish," Harry said with a smile.
The finest crafters on Nanda Parbat crafted the armor. Amaya helpfully gave Sara a hand and Queenie, not wanting to be rude, gave the two other women some asissitance. His armor dropped to the ground, revealing the tight tank top and pants underneath him. Amaya and Sara shamelessly ran their hands down his body and kissed her.
"There's no need to be nervous," Sara said.
Sara, deciding to break the ice, leaned in and kissed Queenie on the lips. That caught Queenie completely off guard. She appreciated a woman that was as sexually-liberated as Sara as. Given that she could go both ways, but that tended to be a sore subject in Magical America right now.
Regardless, Sara placed her hand on Queenie's rear end and squeezed it to make her breath. This suit felt hot against her flesh, and Sara wearing the same thing most certainly made Queenie hot and bothered.
Amaya took advantage of the distract by stripping Harry out of his clothes completely. He only wore a pair of silken shorts underneath and Amaya slipped her hand down them to fish the prize she sought out of his pants.
Queenie broke free from Sara's stranglehold on her mouth to eye Harry's package.
"It's true what they say about powerful sorcerer's wielding a big staff," Queenie said in ah.
She put her hand on the manhood for the first time, and played with it, along with his balls. Amaya just broke out into a smile watching Queenie stroke him in thinly disguised ah.
"And Sara's the one who spends the most time mastering Harry's staff," Amaya said.
"Well, I'm his wife," Sara told her in a matter of fact way. "You, Zari, Ava, and Nora, you're more like the side bitches really."
Amaya just frowned and Sara decided to ease her frustration with a kiss. The two made out hotly, their tongues moving together. Sara got fierce when she got sexually active, but the power of the totem caused Amaya to keep up with Sara well enough, at least good enough not to be a complete embarrassment of herself. She slapped down onto Sara's tight rear and squeezed her.
Queenie decided to do more than touch, she started to taste. Her tongue darted against his length.
"Sorry, but I can't resist," she said.
"No, no need," Harry said. "I knew this night would end with my cock down your throat."
Queenie just gave him a shifty wink and traced patterns down Harry's pulsing tool with her tongue. Her lips opened up, the heat immense the second she slipped herself down onto his tool. She sucked him in tight, her lips and mouth working into perfect harmony and stroking him by the balls.
Amaya and Sara decided to join the party. Amaya took control of Harry's left ball, worshiping as the god her people knew he was. And Sara took Harry's right testicle, sucking on them.
Not the first time three beautiful women have been down on their knees, worshipping him. Their mouths, their hands, their breath, their sultry bodies, everything moved in complete harmony. Harry lovingly stroked their hair, encouraging them to go along. Two sets of blonde hair and one set of black hair, all of it becoming entangled in his fingers which moved so fast that it entangled them.
They took their turns, with Queenie licking his shaft, with Amaya taking his throbbing manhood into her mouth. The heat emitting from their mouths turned this into a very sexy encounter. Sara refused to be anything other than the center of attention, worshiping Harry's balls and stroking him.
So good, these goddesses pleasuring him, they were almost too much. Harry's eyes shifted with Amaya and Queenie planting their lips into a hot interracial kiss between the two of them, something that might have been extremely frowned upon from Queenie's time period. However, she did not seem to care right at the moment. Their mouths and lips worked and Sara licked his length while they sucked on the head.
All hands fought, jockeying for position to touch his balls. Harry grunted, and Queenie once again slid his manhood into her mouth, sucking on him and making sure he was pushing in. She never once broke free, humming around him.
"She's a natural born cock sucker," Harry told Sara.
"Good, I know how to pick them," Sara said. "Can't wait to see her eat me out."
Harry can't wait for that either, but for right now, he focused on Queenie and her throat pleasuring him. His hands pushed around her, with Amaya and Sara taking their turns pleasuring what Queenie cannot get into her mouth. The pleasure build up, along with the tension in his loins. Harry shifted himself forward and gave a warning grunt.
"Queenie," Harry grunted in her ear.
Knowing that she had swift control and owned his cock, at least for the moment, Queenie sped up her scking on him. Her cheeks bulged out, with tears going down her eyes the faster she went down onto him. Queenie stroked his manhood as hard as possible and he shoved deeper down her throat. One final shove opened up the flood gates, quite literally, with Harry's seed spilling down her throat.
She sucked him up and the grunt of pleasure of this powerful sorcerer gave her a burst of energy. Even Amaya and Sara slid back allowing Queenie to drink from his balls. It was an invigorating drink to say the very least, with his balls being drained.
The second Queenie rose to her feet, Sara turned her attention to the other blonde.
"Taste good?" Sara asked.
"The best," Queenie said.
The predatory smile on Sara's face made Queenie's heart flutter a couple of times. She moved into position and attacked Queenie with an extremely aggressive kiss, their mouths pushing together. Sara did her best job to get a share of Harry's thick and juicy seed.
"She's a bit overdressed," Sara said.
Amaya and Sara showed how well their teamwork was, by stripping Queenie out of her catsuit. The two lovely women appreciated her body and that made Queenie's mind almost shut down from constant waves of pleasure. Sara leaned in to her and kissed Queenie's lips, sucking hard on it. Queenie returned extremely hard with the kiss.
Harry rose back to full strength. Amaya crossed the room and wrapped her arms around him and gazed in his eyes.
"While Sara's distracted," Amaya said.
The smile on her face indicated she was ready. Amaya pushed Harry down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. The look in Amaya's eyes just screamed sex and lust. She crawled all over Harry and worshipped his body with tender touches and extremely hot kisses. She moved down her body and then gave a lick to scoop up the small amount of cum just leaking off of his body.
Amaya's nude body crawled on top of Harry. She pulled him up and wrapped her legs around him tightly. Harry put his hands on Amaya's lower back, as she squeezed him.
"Tapping into that python power, are you?" Harry asked.
"Well, I'm going to squeeze all of the cum out of you," Amaya breathed in his ear.
Amaya dropped down onto him, her wet pussy squeezing him hard. It was a familiar dance, Amaya's dark skinned body looking very hot the more she moved up and down. Harry pressed his hand down against her backside and squeezed her, leading to some more tension within her.
She locked eyes onto Harry, moaning, staring in his eyes. Harry opened up the door for a more primal side, one which was fueled with only the strongest, most primitive needs. Sex and lots of it and Amaya appreciated that much. Her wet walls clenched him tight.
"Touch me all over," Amaya said.
Harry pressed her down onto the bed, with Amaya's legs never leaving his waist. Thrusting away made this vixen scream and claw at his back, resembling an animal in heat. And Harry could not be certain that she was not completely in heat. His thick balls slapped hard against Amaya's skin and made her almost growl in his ear.
"Hot, isn't it?" Sara asked.
Queenie was now on the bed in a position where she could see what Amaya and Harry were doing, but she was not able to see what Sara was doing. She sure felt it though, Sara skimming her wet lips with a swipe or two of her fingers. Queenie chewed on her lip and tried not to let out her scream. It was hard though, hard not to cry out in thinly disguised lust with what Sara was doing to her.
"Glad we picked you up," Sara said. "Shame we couldn't pick up your sister...but maybe another time."
Queenie's eyes burned wtih lust. Not only from what Sara was doing, but from Harry pinning Amaya on the bed. Driving hard down into her, fucking Amaya the way that Queenie dreamed to be fucked. Being owned by such a strong and powerful man who could fill all of her sexual desires.
The next thing Queenie knew, her eyes had been torn away from watching Amaya and Harry. She looked up to see Sara crouching down on her and sitting down. That pussy in her face almost suffocated Queenie. Briefly, Queenie wondered if Sara, being an assassin, actually killed anyone this way. That thought moved out of her mind, with Sara's encouraging grinds and her constantly feeding Queenie her pussy.
"Yes!" Sara moaned. "You're the best….best at eating pussy and best at sucking cock."
Amaya folded back and forth on the bed. Her legs tightened around Harry. She craved release and his release as well. The lovers met together with each other, Harry planting his thick tool as deep into her snug canal as humanly possible. Amaya dug her nail into his shoulder and he groaned down onto her.
"You're asking for it," Harry whispered in her ear.
His seed, oh she was doing more than ask for it. Amaya demanded it, craved it, wanted it so much. Amaya slapped down onto his body, those balls threatening to give way. A thought crossed her mind, wondering if Harry would breed her. Oh, that would be so hot.
The dark-skinned goddess beneath him squirmed the faster Harry slid into her body. His big balls slapped against her smooth and sexy flesh. Amaya leaned into him, clutching his ass with her legs and releasing him with a solid moan of lust.
"Yes," Amaya practically purred for him. "Give me your seed."
"Not ready yet," Harry said. "Want to feel you first."
Disappearing between her dark thighs and stuffing her so full that she screamed made Amaya look practically stunning. Harry rose up and down, hammering her with everything that he could. Amaya pressed him tight, nature demanded that Harry fed her.
Patience was the key and Harry cupped Amaya's perky breasts in their hand. Maybe not as large as her granndaughter's, but still they were very nice and very suckable. With Harry pressing down onto her and licking her nipple, diverting more pleasure from her.
So many times, she came, each of them making her claw Harry's back more than the last. Her legs almost grew numb they wrapped so tight around Harry. Yet, Harry held onto Amaya's hips and spend up the ride inside of her, making her just almost break. The lust building between the two of them was getting Harry nearer and near.
On the other end, Sara decided to reward Queenie by eating her pussy as well. Good idea, given how good Queenie tasted and it made Sara crave her. She always liked the sweet taste of peach to go with sausage, and Harry made sure to keep her in supply of both, with his knack of making every woman in his radius want to drop their panties for him.
Not that Sara had any problems doing that, but Harry was a good partner in crime.
A warm blast of juices entered Sara's mouth when she went down on Queenie. Her soft thighs were smooth as silk and feeling Queenie's own hair rubbing up against her thighs made this extremely hot. She breathed in and breathed out heavily.
Amaya closed her eyes, clutching onto Harry's shoulder. Oh, she could have him buried inside for days and days, just feeling the sensations of those full balls hitting against her skin. Amaya breathed hungrily in her man's ear, hungered for even more. Harry prodded her nipple and sent her spiraling over the edge, pleasure dancing through her body.
"Yes," Amaya breathed lustfully. "Deeper!"
Harry stroked her legs and made her just breath. The fact she clung onto him made this a pretty damn good feeling. His balls slapped faster and faster against Amaya's juicy thighs, engaging the two together. Amaya pressed her nail down onto his back and moaned in his ear. The lust driving both of them increased the deeper Harry went into her.
He was close and Amaya knew it. She wanted to milk him dry, making sure his seed was deep inside of her body. Harry pressed down into her, riding her all the way to the end. Her legs wrapped around his neck, putting a light squeeze on it, encouraging Harry to thrust faster inside of her body.
Their skin burned together, with enhanced lust. Harry plowed Amaya, going as deep as possible inside of her. The sounds of smacking flesh echoed through the room. Amaya pressed her nail against him until the two of them met with each other.
"One more time," Harry breathed. "And then it's my turn."
Amaya tensed around him, closing her warm walls against him and releasing him. Juices coated his invading rod, going deeper and deeper inside of her inflamed center. Her beautiful dark body shifted, in perfect harmony against his.
One more push and Harry busted his nuts deep inside of this beautiful woman. Amaya cooed in his ear, allowing his powerful seed to splash deep inside of her body. Amaya squeezed Harry's hips, moaning, as the young and fit woman milked him of every single last drop of seed.
The insant Harry finished riding her, Sara came over to say "hello" in the sexiest way possible, by wrapping her lips around his thick rod. Those beautiful eyes, burning with such intense lust made Harry just groan, threading his fingers through Sara's hair.
She pulled away just enough to squeeze Harry's balls.
"Time for me to feed," Sara said. "I got her nice and wet for you."
Harry turned his attention to Queen who spread her legs at the end of the bed. The rippling motion of her chest rising up and down enhanced Harry's desire to see her. He put his swollen head at her entrance, rubbing against her hard. Queenie broke out into a joyous scream, grinding her fingernail down onto the back of Harry's neck.
"Go for it," Queenie breathed. "Go all in on me."
Harry did as she asked, sliding inside of her body. The tension of her warm walls clamping down onto him made this a very pleasurable feeling. Queenie tightened around him, milking his manhood.
She never had been this full. But, it was not only him sliding into her, filling her full. Harry's magic reached into Queenie's very soul and blew her mind completely. Queenie chewed on her lip, a sultry expression dancing in her eyes. Harry planted his thick engorged tool as far into Queenie as it would go. The loud slap of flesh upon flesh echoed the deeper Harry plunged inside of her.
He slowed down a little bit, worshipping her body. Queenie felt like she got a cool refreshing drink.
"Keep that up," Queenie said.
He pulled her up and balanced the beautiful woman on his lap. Queenie pressed onto him, hunger dancing through her eyes. She slid onto him, her tight box gripping him when meeting Harry. They pressed hot and heavy against each other.
Harry reached in to caress Queenie's cheek and send shivers down her spine. Several kisses followed with Harry going on a tour, ending up at her ear. Harry's light nibble sent Queenie spiraling over the edge.
"I have you now," Harry told her firmly.
"Yes, you do," Queenie said.
Harry bounced her up and down. She could not help and want to be impaled down onto Harry's massive tool. Every time it slid into her, she gripped him tighter.
The force which Sara attacked Amaya's pussy sent her going over the edge. She knew what Sara was after instantly, and Amaya's eyes glazed over. The power of the totem threatened to overwhelm her, the lust growing. An energy wave coursed through her body.
Sara noisily lapped up more the juices, making an production out of doing so. Knowing that sooner or later, Harry would be inside of her. Sara traced up her back and found her clit, rubbing it fiercely. Her eyes faded in and out, lust only burning even more brightly.
"Sara!" Amaya growled.
She blasted Sara off of her and then slid on top of her. A construct of magical energy appeared between the two of them, and Amaya buried herself into Sara. She grabbed Sara's legs and plowed into her, with an extremely rough, animalistic fucking. The depths Sara slammed into Amaya very nearly made the woman lose it completely. Sara squeezed Amaya with her legs, the two of them losing it.
Queenie groaned with Harry pushing her down and yanking her arms back for leverage. He buried as deep inside as possible, those swinging balls hitting her firmly wtih each push. Harry laid her out on the bed.
The energy radiating from Amaya and Sara put Queenie on a trigger which was not helped by what Harry did to her. Every touch, every thrust, every kiss, every time Harry melded with her body. Every time his swollen balls cracked against her body made Queenie want to grip tight onto the bed.
"Still with me."
"YES!" Queenie howled out loud. "Oh, you're splitting me in half. I swear that you have Incubus blood in you."
Harry just smiled, and rubbed Queenie's nipples, sending more friction through her body. The sexy woman ground up against him, every movement heavily anticipated by her. Harry squeezed her firm butt, taking her deep and fast.
"Careful not to wear Sara out too much."
Amaya groped Sara's breasts, leaving marks on them. The two aggressively kissed each other to try and gain the advantage. Sara knew that she should not lose face in this and pushed back, fucking Amaya's tonsils with her talented tongue.
Sara flipped Amaya over and grabbed Amaya's shoulders hard. She channeled all of the power to her pussy, cranking Amaya. Amaya breathed in underneath Sara and she was about ready to lose it.
"I wonder if that totem controls you sometimes," Sara said while squeezing Amaya tight. .
Amaya ignored this, Sara's talented mouth on her nipple getting the pinnacle of her focus. Every skilled motion from Sara made her wet as hell. The sounds of slapping flesh from behind them also made Amaya really riled up as well.
Sara soaked in the feeling that Amaya was going to blow inside of her, her magically enhanced cum burying into the Canary's body. She made sure Amaya remembered who was in charge, after Harry, by sucking her neck hard, leaving a very sexy mark upon it.
The two lovely ladies on one side of the bed indulged each other, with only the occasional blast of magic striking them from across the room. Harry, on the other end, laid underneath Queenie's bouncing body. Her breasts swayed and she had a grand old time, pushing his massive prick deep inside of her deep, juicy hole. Queenie squeezed him tight and released him.
"Oooh, that's perfect!" Queenie breathed.
"Getting close," Harry grunted.
He sat up in time to grope Queenie's breasts and the touch of them sent a wave of magical energy through her body. Harry knew how to reach into her very being and make sure that he tormented every inch of her body. His pulsing groin drove deeper into her, the loud slap of flesh echoed between the two of them. Queenie clamped down onto him, moaning the faster Harry drove into her. His hand cupping her rear end and shoving his length into her made this feel.
"Yes!" Queenie breathed out in lust.
She craved Harry's magically potent seed inside of her. The intense milking prepared to make Queenie's dirtiest fantasies into a reality. Her heart sped up the faster that she rose and drop onto Harry's bloated testicles. His hands moving on her body and holding her in tight.
Those sensual legs and feminine body pushed against Harry to squeeze all of the juices out of him. The juices flowed with another few pumps, the tension in his loins bursting and spilling out of her. Harry grabbed Queenie's ass and jammed her down onto him, filling her pussy with his spurting seed.
"So hot," Queenie breathed.
Harry, too busy indulging in her heaving chest, just smiled. He could feel Queenie's breath on his ear, the most delighted sounds possible being made when he touched her. He cranked himself deeper into Queenie, burying himself as fast into her. The skin slapped against them, his big balls almost ready to explode the faster he drove down into the bombshell.
"Baby, you're the best," Queenie purred in his ear.
The final few blasts of seed spilled into Queenie and caused her to collapse on Harry. The two pressed into each other hard to allow Queenie to drain the last few squirts from Harry.
The minute Harry pulled out from the vivacious vixen, both Amaya and Sara raced to get a helping their addiction. These two feisty women sent Queenie's already sensitive and raw cunt into overdrive, when they took their turns driving down into her.
Queenie closed her eyes. Hard to tell exactly which one of them was better. She wanted to taste Amaya's pussy soon enough, because she did not have a chance. And it just seemed to be unfair.
"Why don't you let her taste you?" Sara asked Amaya. "You know you want to."
Amaya crawled on top of Queenie, like a predator about ready to devour and smother her pray. Only the smothering would be extremely hot, with Amaya pushing herself on Queenie's face. Her wet pussy slid onto Queenie and drove down onto her face, making her just explode into insane lust. Amaya's enjoyed the feeling of Queenie's tongue into her pussy.
Harry spread Sara's legs the second that she went down on Queenie. He prepared to give Sara what she wanted and given how wet her pussy was, it should not be too hard. Harry could easily slide an iron pole into Sara's pussy and it was not exactly far off. His thick veiny cock pushed into Sara, stroking her hot skin and making her just purr in delight.
Finally, finally, her man was deep inside of her. Sara knew he saved the best for her and he proved it, by touching her body. Her beautiful body was always worshipped by Harry. Every touch, every dive, every plunge, just everything making Sara's mind run wild with furious feelings of lust.
She ate Queenie and Queenie ate Amaya. Amaya making the most wonderful sounds when Queenie got her off sent a rush through Sara's body. She squeezed down onto Harry.
"Oh, that's a picture that I'll hold for a long time," Harry said.
He grunted when pleasuring Sara's body. His strong fingers caressed every single inch of the sexy woman. Sara closed down onto Harry and then released him, moaning. She was always trying to test his durability through every time, but Harry was always a few steps ahead of her. He slowed down and could feel the protests coming.
"I wonder if she would cry if you pulled out of her," Amaya said.
Amaya's chocolate body splashed with sweat and looked fuckable to say the very least. Harry would like to spend some more time with her and he had no doubt that Amaya would not say no. Right now, Sara monopolized his manhood and the pushes that Harry drove into her.
Her tight, her white hot pussy, it was the very best. To the point where Sara pulled away from Queenie and left her dripping.
"FASTER! HARDER! FUCK ME RAW!" Sara yelled. "Spank my ass! I'm a slut that's after your cum and nothing else...you know where I want that cock!"
"Right in your nasty little pussy?" Harry growled.
"Yes!" Sara yelled. "You're the only one who can fuck me and put me in my place. Fuck my pretty little brains out!"
Harry tugged on Sara's hair and pulled her up. The two switched a little bit, with Sara facing Harry. This allowed Harry to dip his hands underneath Sara's sexy backside and make her rise and drop on him. Sara chewed on her lower lip, looking extremely hot as hell when she rode Harry. Her legs tightened around him, the faster she pushed down onto him.
"Baby, that's the best!" Sara breathed hotly in his ear. "Fuck my pussy, fuck it raw."
Queenie and Amaya engaged in their own sexual entanglement, with Amaya scissoring Queenie. Queenie showed how fierce she was, even with the new addition from Amaya's totem demanding to slide into her body. Nipples, lips, and thighs rubbed together with the extremely hot passionate kiss. They made several loud sounds, only coming up briefly to admire their handiwork. Then it was right back at the races.
Nothing compared to Sara, bouncing up and down. She was more of an animal than the woman with the totem that channeled the spirit of animals. That was an amazing feat, and Sara could not do anything other than crank his big pole until it drove deeper into her. Sara bit and released her lip, hungering for him, breathing hotly in his ear.
"Fuck my brains out," Sara growled in his ear, nibbling down onto it.
Harry was not going to deny Sara what she wanted. The two of them hit each other, Harry slid into Sara with ease. Sara closed her legs around Harry and moaned intensely, feeling his massive prick drive down into her body. The loud slap of flesh upon flesh echoed the deeper Harry drove into her.
"Getting close, aren't you?"
Sara leaned back in the sexiest way possible and allowed Harry to dive in, to attack her chest with fierceness. Queenie and Amaya entangled themselves in the hottest way possible, their tongues and hands making sure t own each other in the best way possible. Queenie dove into Amaya as fiercely as possible with Amaya pushing back.
That was getting close to just hitting all of the pleasure points in Sara. She wished she could pry the two of them apart, finger both Amaya and Queenie until they begged her to cum, all while Harry rammed her hard in any hole he choose. Right now though, Sara was trying to hang on for the ride and to push Harry completely into her. She breathed hotly into his ear.
"Closer," Harry grunted.
Sara already had been so far gone it would be unfair to call this close. She tightened around Harry, pressing against his swollen manhood. The grip Sara put onto him dragged him deep into her smoldering depths. The two could only match each other's hip movements, intercourse more intense than any fight that they had ever been in reaching its fever pitch.
She clenched Harry tightly, beginning to drain his seed out of his balls and deep into her waiting pussy. Sara clenched him tight, moaning hotly into his ear, and grinding down onto him. He saw stars and was reminded no matter how many times, it never grew old losing himself in Sara's tight body.
The warm heat of the two lovers, intune with each other, began to hit extremely hard. Harry pressed Sara down onto him, filling her up with his warm seed. The fluids from his boiling balls filled Sara and caused her to clench tight onto him.
Even Amaya and Queenie pulled themselves away from each other long enough to watch as Harry bounced Sara, her perfect ass swaying when he filled her up to the brim with seed. Sara pressed down onto him.
"Perfect," Sara breathed.
She got the biggest load of all, not that Harry was completely drained. The more sex he had, the stronger he got, which made Sara wonder if he had any limits.
There would be a lot of fun finding them. That was the last thought which blew through Sara's mind when the final dose of cum pasted her insides.
Finally, finally, Sara sputtered to a stop, holding on tightly to Harry. She leaned on his shoulder, those powerful hands hitting all of the points.
The minute Sara released Harry from her insides, she should have known that someone would jump on this.
"My turn."
Harry just smiled, he figured as much. So the adventure continued. What was the use of having a time ship if you could not use it to pick up women?
End.