"What are you wearing under that" Harry asked innocently while eyeing Fleur closely.
"Pardon," she said eyes flashing.
"No, wait that came out wrong, I mean you're drawing attention, more so than you normally would."
"Normally would?"
"Fleur, you're gorgeous, you're bound to draw some attention, but the way you're dressed isn't right."
"Pardon." She said again.
"Look around, see that woman over there, she's about your age right, probably on the way to an interview or something by the way she's dressed, well if you're going to stick around me, you'll have to dress like that, I'm almost totally Muggle where we're going. And while we're on the subject, you can't come everywhere with me either."
"But..."
"No buts now go get your clothes off and be back quick," Harry said flashing her, a charming smile.
Fleur huffed but turned on a heel and walked towards the nearest water closet. Harry watched her go with a smirk on his face, "I suppose there's a reason for her to be with me?" he asked thin air.
The attractive countenance of Jazz seemed to melt into place beside him and Aluria replied, "Of course, you doubt me?"
"Can't say I do, which is why I've let her come along."
"You don't?" Aluria said sounding surprised.
"You've not led me wrong so far, as long as that continues well, you've got my confidence."
"Thank you... 'Arry."
Harry laughed at Aluria's bang on impersonation of Fleur, which was of no shock given her deity status after all. "I don't understand though, why is she here?"
"Because I said so isn't enough," Aluria asked innocently.
"Not by a long shot I said you had my confidence not my blind obedience."
"Good, blind obedience shows lack of thought and I dislike that and a lack of free will and SHE hates that."
"I heard those capitals."
"Something for another time perhaps, for now get 'close' to Fleur, she is currently very susceptible to your charms and your abilities and she certainly finds you attractive."
"Hmm," Harry hummed, "Okay but why."
"Because it is advantageous to you, she is loyal to you, not the order and considers you not only a friend but her personal knight in shining armour. Be that for her and her friendship will pay dividends over the long run."
"That's not why you have friends."
"No, but it is something to consider isn't it. Plus that is a very beautiful woman, and I know how much you like them - when are you meeting up with Natalie again."
"Tonight, and are you listening in or something."
"That is my church you know, I hear all in a situation like that, and I have to say I'm... proud so far."
Harry smiled at hearing that, and oddly it didn't seem weird to him that Aluria was essentially eavesdropping on his encounters. "What about Jazz, do you approve of her as well. I mean isn't his all a bit teenaged fantasy? Could I have them both, or all three as you're alluding to, that seems... greedy somehow."
"Darling you are a teenager, but apart from that, you are not built to be monogamous and you'd wear out a single woman by herself, I must admit selfishly I need you to do the 'act' with as many people as possible for my reach in this dimension to spread significantly, but if you want one woman then so be it."
"Not insisting then?"
"Of course not, free will darling."
"Of course," Harry said with a grin, "Not that I mind living a fantasy but sometimes it feels slightly too much."
"Just enjoy it Harry, trust me a single woman would wither away under you ministrations while several will grow and glow."
"It's in some way good for them with me then."
"You mean apart from the fact you are a skilled lover yes, of course. They will garner some measure of your abilities in the long life and good health; they will grow old significantly slower and will remain beautiful and healthy throughout their lives, especially if they bond with you. But once will not be enough, so one night stands will just enjoy your skills, but your chosen will enjoy the rest as well."
"Chosen," Harry asked.
"A harem if you will, they will form the base of your power as it grows, and will help with your conduit duties as well."
"Right well, I suppose I should choose some women then," Harry said tongue in cheek.
"Harry, darling, you already have chosen one at least, perhaps two and soon maybe three."
"Who," Harry said curiously.
"How do you feel about Natalie Harry? Don't just reply think about it, for now, number three approaches."
With that she was gone as mysteriously as she had appeared. Though Harry felt better for her little pep talk and explanations. It was true he was currently living a teenagers dream, but with that came some responsibility as well and it was to that he would be true. Aluria was relying on him to be her conduit, so by god, he would be the best damn conduit he could be, it just so happened that the act of being a conduit was also something he enjoyed greatly.
"Wow," he said turning to face Fleur as she stepped into place beside him, "You look... divine."
Fleur smiled a pleased smile, but frowned slightly, "My legs are too cold, ze stockings are thin."
Harry blinked twice and a third time, "Did you say..."
"Stockings yes, ze girl is wearing them so I thought... iz zat not right?"
"Oh it's very right I assure you," Harry said with a forced smile and a covert look downwards. 'Dear god she's even got great legs'. He thought to himself. 'This is one big tease' he said to soft laughter seemingly coming from just by his ear. 'High heels, those legs and stockings, oh god do I want her!'
His eyes though sought out the girl Fleur had based her outfit on and smiled slightly, pondering if he should go and talk to her before realising that dumping fleur to chase another woman would be tantamount to suicide for his chances with Fleur herself.
"Well you look good," Harry said finally.
"Thank you 'arry."
"And while you're still getting looks, they're just about your beauty and not your clothing. Transfigured?"
"Oui," Fleur said with a cute bob of her head.
"Good job."
"Again, thank you."
"Right, the rules then," Harry said by way of a segue, "You are welcome to stay with me, but you must never come to the top floor, any other floor but not that one, sometimes I have guests who don't know about the magical world. They also wouldn't understand why you were staying with me."
"Girl friend's 'Arry."
"Not quite, more... friends," he said slowly.
"Oui I know too zis sort of friend," Fleur said with a teasing smile.
Harry smiled, "If you ever want more you let me know."
Fleur actually blushed, prettily but blushed all the same. Harry smirked and chalked one up to himself.
"Thanks to the oath I know you won't tell the order but I'd prefer you not tell anyone, I will get you a port key to a floor you are allowed on so you can get there without me, as this location is well protected to people who aren't potter's or with one. You don't need to pay rent or anything, but the occasional grocery would be nice as I don't always have the time to shop, which come to think of it I need to do at some point. If you want to keep an eye on me you're welcome to but I have my privacy do you understand?"
"Oui," she said simply.
"Okay that's it."
"No more rulez?"
"Well..." Harry said with a mischievous look in his eye, "There is a walking around in your underwear rule, as in you have to do it."
"Will you do eet too?"
Harry laughed at the rejoinder, "If you like."
Fleur smiled slightly sexily, "Well, a girl haz to do what she haz to do non?"
Harry's lips twitched upwards into a full smile as he locked gazes with fleur for a moment, just then the announcement for the incoming train came through breaking the moment closely followed by the twanging rails of an approaching train.
"Here we go," Harry said as the noisy machine pulled into the station.
"I ate these things," Fleur told him.
"They have a use, not as nice as the express of course, now that's the way to travel; of course this thing would get us to Scotland in half the time of the old Express." He told her as they waited for the behemoth to come to a full stop. People alighted and then other people got on and Harry quickly led Fleur to what happened to be an empty carriage and they sat about halfway down it, "Seems like we have this one to ourselves."
"Oui, we do," Fleur said daintily arranging herself in the seat opposite Harry with a table between them. There was something very different about Harry and she wasn't entirely sure she trusted herself with him, so the table was a good thing in her eyes. Until she crossed one leg over the other and accidently ran her foot up the side of Harry's leg, "Oh pardon."
"Quite fine I assure you," Harry said with a smirk. "Did I tell you how good you look in that outfit yet?"
"Oui, several times"
"Good, because frankly you do"
"Thank you 'arry"
Harry smiled in reply, his eyes locking onto Fleur's bright blue ones for a long drawn out moment.
"I won't sleep with you." Fleur said suddenly.
"Oh, I don't remember asking you to Fleur." Harry said with a private smile.
"You eyes, zey are doing ze asking."
"I can't help that, I do find you very attractive Fleur."
"Zat is not ze question 'ere 'arry"
"What iz, is, the question then Fleur."
"Of if I will sleep wiz you."
"Okay, then will you?"
"I said no, 'Arry."
"Then I'll respect that."
"Good."
"Good." Harry paused a long moment, "So fooling around is out of the question then?"
Fleur looked at him very seriously for a long moment before laughing aloud. "Per'aps."
"Then you're sat an awfully long way away Fleur."
Fleur smiled prettily at him, "Now?"
Harry grinned, "There's a reason why not?"
"Then you come to me 'arry."
"I would but you took that off the table."
"Show me 'ow you kiss and I may yet change my mind 'arry."
Harry smirked and again with that sudden movement was the other side of the table and very much in Fleur's airspace. His emerald regard was locked onto her azure one and looking deeply into her soul or that is how it felt to Fleur.
"Are you going to kiss me 'arry," Fleur asked a hitch in her voice.
Harry edged forward his eyes sparking erotic fire at her. He tipped her head slightly with a crooked finger and watched her pink tongue trace her rouged lips.
"Oh Mon Dieu," she breathed in a low tone as Harry continued to just look at her, then he moved forward the extra inch it took to capture her lips in a passion filled kiss that was both indeed passionate but also brief and searingly tender. From mere centimetres from her he gazed deeply into her eyes and smiled softly at her.
"Those are some of the most kissable lips it's been my pleasure to taste."
"Enough with zee lines 'Arry more to the kissing."
"Ticket's please." A deep but amused voice said from behind Harry. Who reached into his jacket pocket without looking and passed both tickets over his shoulder while keeping his gaze locked onto Fleur. A soft chuckle was the reply and the tickets were machine clipped and placed on the table beside them. "Have a good journey."
"I think I will," Fleur said softly moving forward to initiate the kiss this time.
* * *
As the train pulled into Paddington Fleur came back to herself, her lipstick was thoroughly smudged, her eyes were filled with lust and her Hair was in disarray, there was a hand on her thigh playing with her stockings tops and a pair of lips was attached to her jugular giving extreme pleasure and she was virtually laying back on the seat with Harry hovering over her. At that moment he could take her and they both knew it, she had been kissed into nirvana and that was quite outside of her experience, she had kissed for some time before but frankly she had never lost time because of it, she had been floating in a white wave of pleasure since she had initiated that kiss when they had left Surrey. Harry wasn't just a good kisser, he was positively divine and she had thoroughly changed her mind on the not sleeping with him issue, frankly she knew they had seconds left of the journey and it was a close run thing not to just spread her long legs and welcome him into the heat of her thoroughly moist pussy right then and there. He had her and she knew he knew it. It was the strangest seduction technique she had been a party to but boy had it worked.
Harry drew back from her slender throat with a slightly glazed expression in his eyes though he was thoroughly stoked from the entire thing he knew not to push at that moment. She would, he was sure she would and it'd be worth the extra ticket to do it, but if he did she might not respect herself. She had to come to the decision when she was of a clear head and then she'd be alright with it. So for the moment he was content with the fact that he had spent an hour making out with a beautiful woman. A woman that had been the target of many a male fantasy, though he might never be able to face Ron if he found out.
"You with me there, Fleur"
"Oh Oui, Oui"
"Good, we have to tidy ourselves up."
"Oui"
"How very monosyllabic of you Fleur," Harry said with a smile.
"Don't poke ze fun 'Arry." She pouted at him.
Harry smiled to remove any sting from his words and helped her into a sitting position. "I seem to have mussed your hair and make up a little." He commented.
"It iz a simple thing," she said and with a flair of her Vela power she was as well presented as she would be leaving a beauty salon.
"Nice trick, but I have to tidy myself up the hard way." Harry said, adjusting himself slightly.
"Was it awfully 'ard 'arry."
"Very," Harry grinned back at her.
"Do you regret it," Fleur asked.
"Not for a moment, there' something to be said for a good snog," he replied.
"Pfft, stupid Britons and your snog, iz a bad word for a wonderful thing," Fleur replied with a sniff.
"True," Harry tidied himself up a little and looked around, "It's just as well we had that carriage to ourselves for the entire journey, I'm not sure I'd have noticed anyone coming in."
Fleur laughed slightly and sat up fully, moving around and frowning, "Ow' or when did you undo my brassiere 'arry."
"It's a gift." He smirkingly replied.
Knightsbridge, Later that Evening
After getting Fleur settled Harry had high tailed it out to Knightsbridge for his arranged meeting with Natalie, but he had also been thinking over what Aluria had said about her. What did he feel for Natalie, what could he feel for her after only a short time. He had certainly enjoyed being with her, that was a given, he thought she was perhaps one of the more beautiful women he had met or seen which was certain. He liked not only her looks but her mind as well, after all hadn't he offered her a job already. Then again, he had to wonder why he had done that so quickly out of the gate, he was taking a serious risk there, but something told him that she was up to the task. He just knew she could handle it and it was a good move, that and he wanted her close. He could admit that to himself easily enough, it was the why did he wanted her close that was sticking in his maw slightly.
He was pretty certain he could fall for her given time and if she proved to be as interesting as she at first blush appeared to be, but had he already gone and fallen for her. It was strange because Jazz had been his first, and he didn't feel the same way for her, though there was a certain something there also. Given his druthers and his choices he would chose both of them for his 'chosen', but for some reason the thought of Natalie saying no was ... uncomfortable.
He settled back against a wall near her place of work, though not for long if he had his way. It wasn't love he was fairly sure, though in truth given the way he was brought up, he wouldn't really know love if it slapped him in the face with a wet kipper. It was deeply rooted in him already though, because he was really looking forward to seeing her and was hoping she was looking forward to seeing him. She wasn't his one and only. He didn't think; this was mostly due to the fact that he wasn't a one and only kind of guy anymore. She was important though, in a way that he didn't fully understand yet, something to do with his future as a High Priest and something more personal than that. He had a feeling that she would be instrumental in his business endeavours as well, though quite how he wasn't sure.
Basically; she was more important to him than she had any right to be.
Just then she appeared at the door of the shop, looked around and spotted him and her entire being lit up at the sight of him lounging on a wall just down the alleyway. A smile also graced his face at the sight of her and the two locked gazes for a moment.
Natalie was more than pleased to see him there, because she had half expected him not to show up, that it had been a onetime fling for him and that it didn't mean anything. It certainly had for her, and now she felt a little more confident that it did for him as well. The look in his eyes when they locked gazes was pleasing to her, it was sexy, needful and interested in her and more than her looks she felt. It also meant, judging by the slender briefcase in his hand, that he might be serious about the job offer as well. This was turning out to be a very good day for her all told.
Harry smiled as she walked swiftly to him, her spike heels marking her passage across the flagstone floor until she reached him. By mutual consent they launched into a steamy kiss that had a passerby whistling a wolf whistle at them and causing them to both part and crack up. "I'm glad you're here." Natalie said finally after they had stopped laughing.
"I'm glad you're here too." Harry said, "Want a coffee?"
Coffee was far from her mind at that moment but she nodded anyway and she directed him quickly towards the nearest barista in the hope that they could get that part of the evening as quickly as possible.
They were quickly seated and ordered their coffee and Harry pulled the briefcase up onto the table and opened it. "I found a Lawyer type this afternoon and had these made up. Basically it's a job offer, with a NDA and a promise of profit share when the company is up and running."
"Wow, okay," she said taking the sheaf of papers from him and reading them over, her eyes widened as she reached her salary section and glanced up at him, "That's some figure."
"You'll be more than a business manager in this, you're going to help me get it off the ground, it doesn't even exist yet even in paper form, but I have the resources to pull this off and frankly I need a sort of umbrella for my other interests."
"Are you sure about this," She asked.
"I am," he said honestly. "I feel you're important to the future of this company, and I'm willing to show that to you in terms of your salary." He told her with a grin. "Of course, the lawyer insisted that you sign the NDA."
"And quite a hefty one it is too." Natalie said, then smiled and looked at him, "Got a pen?"
"Will a crayon do?"
Natalie cast him a puzzled look, "Do I want to know why you have a crayon on you but not a pen?"
"I know I've got one around here someplace." He said patting down his pockets. "Oh I was playing with the Lawyer's toddler we were drawing animals. Oh here it is," he said passing over a Monte Blanc worth more than the payments of her London apartment.
"Nice pen," she noted signing her name in all the right places.
"A little gift to me," he admitted with a shrug.
"That pen's worth more than my first car."
"Well, I went a little mad for a while there and there's a really nice pen shop around the corner."
"How long did this spending spree last?"
"I'll tell you when it's done, I'm new to my money and while I'm planning for the future and am very serious about this company I'm still having a lot of fun with my petty cash budget," he told her with a rare unguarded smile.
"Petty cash budget?" she asked aghast.
"Yeah, most of my funds are dedicated towards certain things, I have a slush fund for the business too that you'll now have access to by the way, my urh... bankers were very helpful. They told me that while it was normal to go a little spending mad as one new to a serious amount of cash; it was as well to put a limit on my spending and then told me a figure that made me have to sit down for that budget. Then they indicated to me that I should create various funds for my other endeavours."
"Will I meet these bankers?"
"I suspect you will... eventually, when you're ready." Harry said wondering how Natalie would handle a goblin. He suspected with grace and style.
"That's not an eerie response at all." She noted wryly.
Harry just smiled in reply and placed the now signed papers in his briefcase.
"Now do you tell me what I just signed up for?" Natalie asked. "Bearing in mind I'm not even finished with Business School yet."
"Well, I'll pay for the rest of that for starters."
"Why?"
"Because it is of benefit to the company of course, one of us should have some accreditation. Or at least you know, be out of school."
"Oh." She said looking shocked.
"What... oh bugger."
"How old are you Harry?"
"16," he mumbled.
"I think I caught that, and I'm wondering now how you managed to pick up enough experience to make a woman nearly ten years your senior into jelly."
"It's a gift." Harry said with a self deprecating smile.
"Isn't it though," she breathed her eyes glazing in the memory of it.
"Does it bother you?"
"It should for certain, but given you boinked my brains out I'm willing to forgive it."
Harry smiled at her unabashedly, "What," she finally asked at his constant look.
"I'm just thinking about doing it again."
"Finally, CHECK"
* * *
Potter Isle.
"Oh... 'Ello" Fleur said looking like she had just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar as Natalie and Harry appeared in the main room on 'his' floor. The one she wasn't supposed to be on in the rules. Truth be told she had been snooping when they had suddenly appeared through the door kissing like it was going out of fashion. Harry had half taken off his jacket and the rather tall beautiful brunette already had half the buttons on her black blouse undone, a lacy black bra with a blood red high tone showing off a rather nice pair of breasts perfectly.
They stopped kissing and Harry turned a very amused but slightly baleful look at the attractive blonde Veela. "Did we forget the rules already Fleur?" he asked sounding highly amused.
"Oh hello," Natalie said making no move to cover herself up; "Will she be joining us?"
Harry turned back to her so fast he must have got whiplash, "You'd be okay with that?"
"She is rather beautiful, and I do like blondes."
Harry looked up at the sky and then back at Fleur. "No, she's breaking the rules by being up here and she bloody well knows it. I should have expected this of course, if she was willing to break the old man's rules for me, she'd be willing to break mine. Come up to use the play station did we?"
"A what," Fleur asked confused.
"I'm, hopefully, going to be rather busy Fleur can we move this along please."
"I was... snooping."
"Fair enough," Harry said surprising her, "But your timing leaves a little to be desired."
"Oui, I apologise, I'll just... leave."
"Thank you Fleur, we'll talk later." He said to her retreating form.
"Shame," Natalie said watching the beautiful Veela leave.
"You may be the perfect woman," Harry noted.
"Of course I am," Natalie said with a laugh, "Now where were we?"
Harry didn't explain he just picked up right from where he had left off, frankly the Taxi ride over had been stupidly long with Natalie pressed against him, kissing occasionally but mindful of the cabbie up front. Black cabs had seen much but Harry wasn't much of an exhibitionist as it turned out, so he kept his hands to her thigh, above her silken skirt and lips to her mouth. Though he'd have liked to have jumped her then and there, he didn't feel like being brought up either on charges or giving a free show. So they had waited until the Taxi had driven off, a fifty pound note richer and had leapt at each other straight away. It had taken a masterful bit of splitting his attention to even get in the door and he wasn't best pleased at being distracted further from the beautiful Natalie.
Her lips parted, her tongue begging entrance to his mouth, which he gladly met with his own tongue and they duelled erotically and danced around each other as clothes were torn off in some cases and went flying off around the room.
Natalie broke the kiss and whispered in his ear, "I'm wearing them," she said, "fancy ones too."
"Huh," Harry said.
"Stockings my darling, like I promised."
"Oh god," Harry breathed.
"Does your blonde wear them for you, those are nice legs I'd bet she looks good in them."
"Not thinking about Fleur right now," Harry said kissing her neck with abandon.
"I am," she admitted, "and it's getting me all worked up."
"You're a bit naughty aren't you?"
"A lot naughty for you," she promised him.
"Oh god," Harry breathed reaching around and unzipping her skirt. It pooled to the floor with a whisper of silk and she took a step back, out of his arms.
Then she held her arms up over her head and struck a provocative pose for him, "You like?"
"You'd look good in a rough hewn sack, but yes - I very much I like." He said eyeing her long shapely legs poised to perfection by her pumps and the styled stockings that when she moved gave the impression her legs were shining with almost an inner light, he traced his eyes across her all the way up past her shapely calves and knee to her thighs which were encased in stylised lace that seemed to reach further up than normal and cover more area. It was an intensely erotic sight, and even more erotic to know she had 'dressed up' for him.
"You seem to have forgotten something," he noted wryly.
"Oh no; I didn't forget, I just decided to leave them out of my dressing regime," she told him huskily.
She looked at him puzzled when he seemed to drop to his knees before her. Then he reached out grasped her firm shapely arse in both hands and drew her in close. He breathed in the intoxicating smell of her sex for a moment before burying his face between her thighs, which parted for him like Moses parting the red sea.
His tongue lashed out in a long slow lick that thrilled her entire body as it lashed from the base to the top of her sex and toyed with her clitoral hood, which he then sucked into his mouth and just sucked on it for a moment making her gasp in surprise and pleasure.
"Oh yes, yes more." She begged him, and he was quite inclined to give her anything she wanted at that point. Thus his tongue flicked across her swollen clitoris eliciting another cry of passion from the lovely long haired brunette as she writhed to his ministrations; bracing herself on his shoulders she lifted one leg and draped it over his shoulder. This allowed him unfettered access to her core which he took to with utter conviction. His tongue lashing out over and over toying with her most sensitive of areas and making her cry out ever louder for him to keep going.
"Oh yes, yes, baby yes." She cried grabbing a hold of his hair and holding on in a tight grip, almost painfully tight, but Harry didn't care, he just applied himself further to his single minded pleasuring of the woman that was sharing herself with him so utterly.
Her groans and moans picked up in intensity as Harry suddenly got an idea, he pulled back slightly which at first got a groan of disappointment and then his tongue began to undulate in the magic of snakes, at first this just made her look down and then her eyes almost crossed as the undulating sibilant movements of his tongue worked their magic. Then the actual magic of the language hit her in a very sensitive place and she literally began to howl in pleasure. "Ohhh FUCK," she cried out suddenly shuddering literally against him as she was suddenly overtaken by an almost painful in its intensity orgasm that washed through her leaving her raw and tingling with pleasure. "FUCK, FUCK, Fuck, fuck-fuck." She breathed, "What the HELL was that."
"Good I hope," Harry said his lips glistening with her intimate juices.
"Oh god was it ever." She breathed, "But please... don't do it again for a little while, wow that was almost too intense to handle." She panted her wonderful chest rising and falling with each word.
"What was that," she asked again.
Harry shrugged, "It's a gift."
"You're telling me!" she breathed hard for a few moments and added, "Oh god that was good, intense but so very good."
"Urh, that's good to hear I think." Harry said with a bemused expression.
"Just when I think you can't surprise me you pull another trick out of your sleeve and leave me a gasping wreck." She paused and added, "How old are you again?"
"Legal," he said with a grin.
"Sometime you'll have to tell me your secret."
"Blokes got to have some mystery."
Her lips curved into a lascivious smile as she looked down at him, "That sounds like a challenge."
Harry smirked up at her; "You're welcome to try to get it out of me of course..." he trailed off with a wink.
"There is no way you're really 16."
"I've had... an unusual life."
"Hmmm, well now I've left you high and dry again haven't I?"
"I do so love to see you cum."
"No doubt, but I'd like to see you cum, right onto my face as it happens."
Harry kinked an eyebrow at that. "That's... dirty, but sexy."
"Like I said for you I'm naughty as you want."
"Yes, you are; aren't you, and for you I'll keep finding tricks."
They shared a heated glance for a moment before Natalie held out a hand to help him up and moved her long toned leg from his shoulder. "I liked it where it was," Harry moaned with a grin.
"Darling you can do what you like to my legs, but right now I want to suck that thick cock of yours and then after you've cum on my face I'm really going to get nasty." She smiled wickedly then and intentionally rubbed her thigh, "I wonder what your hot sticky cum will look like spread across my stockings?"
"Okay now you're just teasing me."
"Want to bet?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye. "Darling I'm so yours it's amazing to me. You know normally a man is putty in my hands, but this time, it's the other way around, want my arse, it's yours, want me to go and get that blonde and tongue her till she screams, deal. Fuck me in the middle of a high street, name the place. Want to cum on my stockings, not even a hard decision."
"Wow, that's some statement."
"It is, especially for me, I don't commit, haven't since my parents died in a car crash, it felt like if something good came up it would be taken away, but now with you right here and now, it feels right. I'm utterly committed to you, even after this short of a time, and if that scares you I'll understand."
Harry stood at that point and stepped into her personal zone, his eyes intently on her blue orbs. "That doesn't scare me." He told her his voice low and deep sounding, "I like that, I like it a lot, but there's something you need to know before you really commit."
"You're not monogamous, I can tell that about you... It's alright, I don't mind."
Harry blinked, "Well that's part of it for sure, and I'm a little shocked by what you just said."
"I can tell that too."
"Beauty and brains, you're irresistible aren't you."
"I try," she said with a grin.
"But, this is serious and I wasn't going to get into it for a while."
"Then don't, just let me suck you."
"As weird as this feels dropping from my lips, this needs to be said first. You left yourself open to me, now I have to do the same. I'm no monogamous, that's true, but it's more than that. I'm... religiously not monogamous."
"Your religion is Mormon?"
Harry laughed, "No, it's of lust, to one particular goddess, in fact I'm... this is difficult not only to say but probably hard to believe as well."
"It can't be weirder than the one boyfriend I had that wanted his mum to watch."
"That's not weird it's just plain creepy," Harry said looking surprised, "did you..."
"Hell no," she said with a chuckle.
"Right, well back to this goddess, her name is Aluria. She's the goddess of Lust, among other things and I'm... okay just say it, her high priest, it's my job to be a conduit into the earthly plain."
He waited for her to laugh, and waited but it didn't come, in fact she was looking at him seriously and waiting for him to continue. "You're taking this well."
"I could do with some proof."
"She never went into how to do that."
"Oh," Natalie said.
"But... it's my secret if you like, it's why I can be a decent lover at my age and given that you're only the second woman I have ever had sex with."
"Second!"
"Yes," Harry said.
"No way, there must have been dozens, no virtual virgin could have held off with that blow job I gave you, no way."
"Part of the package," he told her with a smile.
"What else is in the package?"
His head cocked to the side and soft smile crossed his face for a moment, "This," he said caressing the side of her face. Her body shuddered as pleasure exploded through her system, her knees literally weakening as he just touched her face and she stumbled into him and against him forcing him to break the connection. "Apparently, that's called the pleasure touch; I was just told how to do it, as proof."
Natalie blinked back some serious lust from her eyes and looked at Harry in shock, "I felt like every pleasure point on my body was being stimulated at the same time."
"It's a gift," Harry said with a shrug, "Literally in this case."
"It sure is," Natalie breathed, "Okay say I believe you then," she said with a chuckle, because that was literally divine, "Why tell me this, at all, let alone now."
"Because you gave me something as well"
"What."
"Yourself, I had to at least give you a part of myself as well, and frankly it's not the weirdest thing I could have told you."
"What could possibly be weirder than being high priest to a goddess I've never even heard of and I did RE at St Augusta's school for young ladies?"
"All girl school," he asked with a smirk.
"Where do you think I picked up my thing for blondes?"
"Such a nice image"
"But seriously, let's get this all out there now, because there's no turning back after this for either of us."
"Are we... oh god, in a relationship?"
Natalie laughed, "I suppose we are, not a conventional one given your meandering eye, and dick, for the good of your goddess of course, but because of whom I am, and I suspect you."
Harry shivered, "Wow, a serious relationship at my age."
"That's a problem."
"Not when it's with you."
"Nice come back."
"I thought so."
"Far too smooth for your age too, is your Goddess whispering trade secrets in your ear."
Harry shook his head, "Just the occasional tip."
"So go on then weird me out," She challenged
"Right, well, don't say I didn't warn you." Harry said holding out his hand palm facing up, "You realise I could go to jail for showing you this," he said and then cupped his hand over the other.
"Some secret Kung Fu technique," she asked highly amused and not at all impressed yet.
Harry laughed, shook his head, but didn't reply in words, instead he pulled his upper-hand towards the ceiling slowly. In the palm of his hand a sphere appeared, a glass one, with small shapes forming in it.
Natalie took a step backwards with wide eyes, "Hey now," Harry said, "This isn't even the interesting bit." He told her pulling his hands about three inches apart. Now inside his hands was a perfect glass sphere, in which there appeared to be a tiny garden.
"What the fuck," Natalie said her tone laced with shock.
"Still not at the finale," he said and then appeared to concentrate, the orb expanded suddenly eliciting a scream of shock from Natalie as it suddenly encompassed both of them and spread out covering the entire room and then suddenly there was no sign of the room, and they were standing in a garden of outstanding natural beauty perfect to the last detail and even the bugs flying around the plants cross pollinating them, the background hum of bee's buzzing and the fresh air tracing across her naked skin. She looked down to see her heels appeared to be digging into grass, fresh, moist grass. She actually felt slightly cold and goose bumps erupted across her flawless skin.
"Oh my fucking god," Natalie breathed, "This is beautiful and yes it's weird, but it's so beautiful."
"Not a scratch on you," Harry told her honestly, "Especially in that outfit."
"Horn dog," she said fondly.
"Indeed I am, especially around you. She's right and I don't even know WHY, but you are my first Chosen."
"Chosen?" Natalie asked still her head was in motion looking around her with wide excited eyes. "What is this?"
"It's Merlin's Garden," Harry said finally, "A friend of mine told me about it, and we discussed the spell, of course back then I didn't have the raw power to actually pull it off, but she felt if anyone could it would be me. How right she turned out to be, of course she usually is."
"A girlfriend, or should I say another one," Natalie asked with no rancour.
"Best Friend in the world." He said simply. "Unless my patron get's her way of course."
"Merlin, as in THE Merlin, nights of the round table holy grail and all that mythical stuff?"
"Not so mythical unless you count the Holy Grail. That bit was added by the mundane catholic church to 'steal' the legend of Arthur; in truth he's a bit older than the cup of Christ."
"It's real?"
"Probably, most mythical things are I've found."
"So this is... I can't believe I'm saying this, magic then?"
"At its most pure, yes, yes it is."
"You're a what; wizard then?"
"That's the term, but I have to swear you to secrecy on this, if anyone found out I told you then there'd be trouble."
"I couldn't tell anyone, I mean who'd believe me?"
"Some and those would be the problem."
"This is... wow... and beautiful in the extreme. Who else have you brought here?"
"No one and I never will. This will be our place."
Natalie looked at him for a long moment, "This really is a relationship. This is utterly crazy, but... thanks. Thank you for showing me this and then reserving it for us."
"Frankly I think you're taking this rather well."
"You think so, I'm freaking out on the inside."
"That's to be expected." Harry said chuckling.
"Is this as weird as you get," she said curiously and with a hint of teasing in her tone.
"Why yes it is," Harry said with a full blown laugh, "Do you want to go back?"
"No, now I really want to suck your cock, and then I want you to fuck me till I cry for release right here, in our garden." Natalie said with eyes glowing with conviction. "I want this to be special, more special than anything else in my life, it is already getting there but for it to be perfect I need you, can I have that?"
"Anything you desire, if it's in my power you'll get it, after all you're going to be my alpha."
"Alpha," Natalie said picking up on the strange word.
"I have no idea where that word came from, Aluria!"
He waited a moment, "She's not answering, but I suspect her hand in this."
"What's an Alpha?"
"The first among equals... damn it, she's doing it again. Basically I'm to have a select... urh there's no good way of saying this so I'll just go for it, Harem of women, my chosen. Who bond to me and me to them, apparently I picked you when we first... met."
Natalie's eyes were liquid with desire and emotion at that point, "I swear if you don't get over here this instant I'll not let you cum for half an hour."
"Well we can't have that now; can we?" Harry said moving in close to the half naked woman. He put his arms around her and pulled her in close, but as he reached forward to kiss her she slid down his body and sank to her haunches her knees either side of his legs and her mouth in the perfect position to line up with his manhood.
"I'm going to fuck you with my mouth now," she told him, "hope you don't mind."
Harry chuckled, "Oh yes I mind terribly."
Natalie looked up at him with laughing but sexy eyes and worked his belt buckle with her teeth and hands. Once that obstacle was out of the way she undid his fly, "This takes me back," she said with a soft smile.
"Me too," Harry said, "If anything you're even more gorgeous now than then and I thought you were the most perfect woman I'd seen even then."
"Flatterer," she said teasingly. Pulling down his fly and pulling his trousers down to his ankles, he kicked them off with some help from her and then she worked on his shoes and socks, removing them quickly. "I can't stand it when a man leaves them on," she explained.
Harry just smiled at her and let her set the pace. Then she grabbed the waist band of his silken boxers and pulled then slowly and teasingly down his body, freeing his manhood at the last moment by dipping a cool hand into them and pulling him out. "Is that bigger, or did I just not believe my luck last time." She asked.
"For you, it's bigger."
She smiled sexily at him and removed his boxer's all the way before readjusting her pose so she was face on to him, "I think this time I want to go deep," she told him.
"As you wish," Harry said seriously.
She looked at him strangely, "Have you seen the Princes Bride?"
"What now?"
"Never mind," she said shaking her long locks out of her face and moistening her mouth and lips. She lined up with his manhood pointing it at his face and then looked up at him, "Remember I want that cum on my face."
"You're serious?"
"God yes, the thought is turning me on big time."
"Then again, as you wish."
She smiled, pursed her lips and then pushed his cock head to their succulent embrace pushing until he had parted her rouged lips and entered the intense heat of her mouth. But she didn't stop there. She continued to push until she was halfway down his shaft and heading south. Harry let out a highly aroused sounding groan as her red lips slid slickly down his hard member, her tongue tracing a crisscross pattern on the underside of his cock in her travels. She braced herself on the tops of his thighs gripping him hard and pulling him towards her as her mouth opened wider, letting him easily slid into the depths of her mouth at first and then after passing her tonsils into the tight constrictiveness of her throat. But she didn't stop there, her mouth literally watering and spilling moistness down her face she kept her forward momentum going for a moment until finally, she backed off, just a little and enough to take a breath and then she was back on him, hard and fast and causing him no small amount of pleasure and for groans to escape his mouth with no real intervention of his brain. She repeatedly rammed him into her tight throat her hair moving around her head and drool dripping from where her lips met cock lubricating their joining.
"Oh my fucking god," Harry breathed, "Natalie, back it up, Nat... Jesus Christ; back it up a touch."
She backed up a little and shook her head, still with his cock in her mouth and then she was back down deep, her nose actually resting on his pubic hair for a moment before she exploded off the end of his cock and breathed hard for a moment. Her eyes were a little wild as she looked up at him and the strangely erotic sight of her spit running down his cock and her mouth and the line of pre-cum running from his tip to those luscious lips nearly drove Harry over the edge by itself. Then she spat on his shaft and used a hand to run it up and down his length hard and fast causing his hips to buck towards her, a wicked smile lit up her face for a moment and then she gentle took his crown into her mouth before suddenly sucking hard on it with such intensity that Harry felt lights go off behind his eyes.
That went on for a long drawn out moment before finally she just pulled back her head; he literally popped out of her mouth with a soft wet noise that sent his heart racing. "Are you going to cum for me or what?" she asked her eyes alight with carnal intent.
"Maybe I'll hold off," he said teasingly.
"If you do, then you won't get to paint my face white."
Harry growled at the mental image and then grabbed her by the back of the hair, "Then you'd best get back to it then."
Natalie smiled at him and launched herself back onto him her mouth working around him as she sought her best depth, then she hit it and pressed him strongly against her throat, once, twice three times she swallowed and then slurped her way back up his manhood.
"Oh fuck." Harry barked, tugging on her hair.
Natalie's eyes lit up and pulled off him quickly and positioned her face directly under his crown. His balls tightened suddenly and pulsed and then he spilled himself out all across her clear complexion, pumping stream after stream of hot sticky cum all across her beautiful features, her eyes were closed with her face a picture of rapture as he came and came and came all across her features. Then suddenly with one last grunt he was spent.
Harry looked down at her and smirked, "Wow," he commented, "That's actually a strangely erotic sight."
Natalie licked her lips lasciviously tasting his cum for the first time and smiled, "Is it part of the package that your cum tastes good."
"No idea, but then I don't eat a lot of sweet's either."
"Good for you, now you have to kiss me."
Harry froze, "Urh... okay I guess if you want me to."
Her crystal clear blue eyes opened filled with mirth, "Don't you want to kiss me Harry."
"Urh..." he said causing her to crack up.
"It's okay sweetheart I know what men are like I was kidding you."
"Oh thank god."
"Though it is hypocritical," she mused still teasingly.
"I know," Harry admitted. "Still if you want me to I will."
"You would wouldn't you?"
"I would."
"Wow, must be love," she said teasingly.
"Or something close to it," He told her seriously.
Natalie met his gaze for a moment and smiled, "That was ... good to hear."
"It was?"
"It was."
"Well... alright then."
"The last time you said that you fucked me stupid."
"I know," Harry said reaching for her.
"Make it special." She asked her eyes lustful but serious.
He did.
* * *
Potter Isle, Night.
The garden melted back into the sphere that was magically in Harry's hand appearing to have never left it, changing reality from the garden to his lounge smoothly and with no real transition. The now almost naked Natalie looked at him for a long moment, utterly at home with her bareness other than her heels and stockings and smiled. "That is wonderful."
"Thank you, it can be a wondrous thing, magic, on the other hand it's the scariest thing in the world as well."
"Most beautiful things are."
"Does that hold true for you?"
"Ask me that again at that time of the month."
Harry laughed, "I think I'll pass."
"Well..." they said after a moment, together.
They smiled at each other, oddly it wasn't strained between them, and Harry was as good to his word and had made it special for her in ways that she hadn't dreamed of, it had been tender while at the same time intensely hot too. "Thank you for that." She said finally, "It was also wondrous."
"That was my pleasure."
"In fact it was actually magical," she said smiling warmly at him.
"It's a gift," he said with a smirk.
"I've heard you say that before a few times. It's true of course, but still you shouldn't be so bashful about your abilities, I have a feeling that garden is something special, unique to the select few and you're one of those few that stand out even to your magical brethren, essentially you just ranked yourself up there with Merlin himself, even we what was it you called us... Mundane, know he was something special."
"I meant no disrespect; the other word is just mildly insulting."
"Oh?"
"Muggle"
"I'm a what, now?"
"Muggle, it's a stupid word by a stupid people who can't see their noses in front of their faces."
"I think I prefer Mundane."
"There's nothing mundane about you Natalie."
"I know," she said with a smile. Then she paused, "When will I see you next?"
"When do you want to?"
"I have college tomorrow night," she said with a sigh. "Then an exam the following day."
"So in two day's then, I should have the office ready by then, when I figure out how I'm going to do that."
"Good, I look forward to it." She said turning towards the door and back. "Would it be awkward if I kissed you goodnight?"
"I think it'd be more awkward if you actually walked out there without your clothes on."
"Oh god I'd forgotten, I feel so comfortable around you, except that excited beat of my heart."
Harry smiled at her, "As for the kiss I think I'd be insulted if you didn't kiss me goodbye."
Natalie melded her curves against the hard plains of his body and looked at him with a devastating look from under her lashes. "This is all happening so fast. I'm dizzy with it." She said seriously, looking at him cautiously.
"It is, but then it feels right as well. As you said it's not conventional, but it is a relationship."
He was rewarded with a rather gentle kiss for all the passion it managed to convey into it. Then she stepped back from him, "If I continue that I'll never leave."
"You could always move in," Harry said seriously.
"Wow, you don't do things by half do you?"
Harry smiled.
"Let me think about it," she said finally, "It'll probably be yes though I'm warning you."
"I have an idea for accommodations, it won't be here and you'd still have your own place, but we'd be close."
"That I think I can say yes to."
"Good, give me a couple of days to work out the details."
"I will," she said, then bent over at the waist for her skirt and other sundry items of clothing; she came back up and smirked, "Caught you looking."
"I'm alive, of course I looked, and you'd have to be a gay dead man not to want to look at that view."
"Too smooth by far," She joshed, as she quickly put on her clothing under Harry's watchful gaze.
"Thank you again," she said when she was dressed, much too quickly for Harry's liking.
"My pleasure."
"Not for the sex, as wonderful as it was, but for the rest of the night."
"I know," Harry said with a smile. "Now get out of here before I chain you to a bed."
"I can think of worse fates." Natalie said with a chuckle, but laid one more kiss, this time next to his mouth and then virtually skipped away and out of the door.
"Nice girl," a familiar voice said from beside a Harry who was far too used to Aluria appearing to be made jump already.
"I think so," he said.
"You love her don't you," Aluria said with a grin.
"Maybe, I don't know."
"Yes you do," Aluria said smiling softly, "If you want to back out you can."
"No, No I can't and Natalie understands, besides you said it yourself, I'm not exactly monogamous, my power levels alone would make her a mess within months if I went 'steady' with her."
"True, I'm surprised you knew that."
"I'm best friends with a genius; I've picked up a few things. There is nothing that girl won't research."
"She could say the same now," Aluria told him.
"Say what?"
"She's friends with a genius."
"I'm still not totally sold on that."
"What's the square root of 31,000"
"176.0681686165901" Harry rattled off without a pause.
"I rest my case your honour."
"How the fuck did I do that."
"I'm not kidding Harry when I say you're a genius, get used to it I'll keep saying it until it gets through your thick head."
"I'm getting mixed messages from that sentence."
"You know what I mean," Aluria said with a chuckle. She paused a beat then went on, "So... your first chosen huh? This is a big moment in your life."
"First but not only," Harry said.
"Who's next?"
"You're wearing her body right now."
"She's really my chosen for you I'll admit, but I'm glad to hear you say that."
"I like her, a lot, and as my first she's immortal to me anyhow."
"Good reasons, any others?"
"I like her, that's not enough?"
"Do you care for her?"
"I think I always will even if she say's no."
"She won't say no Harry, and that's a good answer. But why will you care for her."
"Because she was my first and as you said she chose me with only there merest nod from you, that meant she saw something in me that no one else has until Natalie, I think that makes her special to me in a way that few are."
"A Better answer," Aluria said. "By the way, Natalie is a perfect choice for your alpha."
"First among equals."
"Yes, exactly."
"Why didn't you answer me earlier when I called your name, you always have in the past."
"You were doing fine without me, and as she was your first chosen, I felt that you should do the explaining, I will help in the future but Natalie was different. You're the one that has a feeling about her and feelings for her; she was never part of my nebulous plans for you, or one of the women I may direct you towards."
"There are other women you have... chosen for me?"
"Women I'll hope you'll choose yourself and I'm not about giving you a nudge in their direction."
"That's fair enough I suppose, so how's your connection with this plain going then?"
"Well so far, already I can contact some of the power sources in this dimension again. You're my conduit to this plain but you're not the source of my abilities, that's to come later."
"What is the source of your abilities?"
"Belief"
"I was expecting a metaphysical ramble that went on for a while and all I get is belief?" Harry said with a stunned laugh.
"At its most basic that's all there is to it."
"So how do I get people to believe in you?"
"They already do darling, they believe in lust I am the divine personification of an ages old emotion, the wider my conduit get's the more I can... feed isn't a nice word but there's not one better."
"So no holy wars in your name, get them to believe in you and not the other bloke?"
"Good lord no, and she is by the way."
"Who is what?"
"A good lord, she doesn't want holy war, never has."
"You're confusing the hell out of me here you do realise."
Aluria smiled, "Now when is the blond in line for a good rogering?"
"No one calls it that anymore." Harry said with a put upon sigh that became a laugh at the look in Aluria's eyes. "Say..." he said suddenly, "That's Jazz's body right?"
"Yes..." she said leadingly.
"So what do you look like?"
"Oh, like this," she said melting from one form to the next instantly.
"Holy fuck, had you turned up like that before I'd be worshipping at your altar already, no explanation needed."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Aluria said with a smile.
"Did you know you look like mon..."
"Yes, but it is she that looks like me."
"God you're gorgeous, seriously, just turn up around the place looking yourself and men would be worshiping you all over the place. It's not for nothing that she is often termed as one of the most beautiful women in world."
"Who?"
"Monica Belluci."
"Oh I thought you meant Aphrodite."
"Who now?"
"Goddess of love, a counterpart if you will"
"I'm sure she's not a patch on you... darling." Harry said tongue in cheek.
"Talk like that will get you everywhere."
"So I'm finding, but seriously will I ever get to ... worship you personally?"
Aluria actually looked surprised, "You'd actually want to do that?"
"Oh boy, do I ever."
Aluria looked pleased and appraised him for a long moment, "Time will tell," she said mysteriously with a Mona Lisa smile.
"Let me know when time is right then."
"Oh I assure you, you'll know."
"How, how will I know?"
She faded away leaving a parting, "You'll know," in her wake.
* * *
Privet Drive, the Next Day.
Harry walked onto the street of his childhood with some trepidation, he really didn't want to be in the area and while he was there for a very important mission as it were, he didn't like the fact that it was under both his relatives noses, though they had probably moved out by now, and the Order's guard. He wasn't sure who would be there at that point, but it would be someone. He was sure that if his relatives were moving that it was causing the Order all sorts of grief, and frankly he was fine with that. There were very few members he gave two shits about and he knew they'd understand.
He wasn't in disguise though and wasn't even attempting to hide himself in anyway shape or form, other than he was wearing fine clothes and was making an effort to walk like the new harry and not the half slouch the old harry had. He was walking around like he owned the place, and given his fortune he could if he so wished.
He strode down the street in fact, showing no sign of his inner worries towards the residence of his 'first'. He had meant what he had said to Aluria, Jazz was special to him, and always would be because she had taken a leap of faith with him and had found him attractive on her own without any of his tricks. That meant something to Harry and he intended to show her that.
He smiled when he saw her little British racing Green MG still parked outside number eight, he had caught the early bird train down to surrey and made his way there early on purpose, in the hopes of catching her before she left for work. If he had his way, she wouldn't have to go back at all in fact.
He walked smartly up to the door and knocked twice firmly. Then he settled back to wait.
A moment or two later and Jazz opened the door curiously a silken robe wrapped around her splendid curves. She wasn't as classically beautiful as Natalie, but she was very good looking and had that special place in Harry's heart. Of course Natalie was 'his' first chosen, but Jazz was his 'first' and he chose her now. The robe itself was in a kimono style that fitted her form perfectly and her longish hair was up in a messy bun at the back of her neck, apparently held in place with two chopsticks by the look of things.
As she spotted the identity of her visitor her face lit up with a radiant smile. "Harry" she exclaimed, "Come in already." She told him, "You never have to wait on ceremony with me."
"Thank you," he said with a grateful smile, glad to be off the street. He walked in, with Jazz closing the door behind her and then turned to face her and got an armful of woman kissing him with abandon, her tongue delving into his mouth and entwining with his. He held her close and kissed her back with equal abandon the moments ticking by until finally they both had to come up for air.
"God, I've been dreaming of doing that since I last saw you, give me a sec sexy and I'll fuck you raw, screw work."
"Now hang on a sec," Harry said amusedly.
"Uh uh, I need you so badly I was up till five last night fingering myself stupid dreaming of that wonderful cock of yours buried all the way inside of me." Jazz said her eyes glowing with repressed emotion. She was aware she had it bad, but couldn't bring herself to care.
"Hang on Jazz, I need to talk... first."
"Talk fast sexy, I'm on the boil here."
Harry smiled, and then took her gently by the shoulders and directed her to the nearest chair and pushed her gently but firmly down into it. He repressed a groan when her robe opened all the way to the top of her thigh flashing the black stocking top in the process. He wondered if he was blessed or cursed with women who liked one thing that appeared to be a major weakness of his, and then decided quickly on blessed. She was also wearing a particularly high pair of heels that day that were shaping her legs into a wet dream, and as her robe parted he could see she hadn't gotten as far as a bra yet.
He gulped back his shot of lust and focused on her eyes, which was almost his undoing rather than saviour. The look held in their brown depths took his breath away, it wasn't love, it was good old fashioned and purely lust, in such amounts that it literally stole his breath away. It felt good to have a woman such as she looking at him like that and it felt oddly pure as well.
"Well," she said knowing full well the effect her wardrobe failure was having on him, she could see the evidence in his rather well made trousers. If anything he looked so very much better than he had before, and there was a sense of pure power about him now that made it hard to concentrate, at least until she sated her lust for a moment, as it was merely adding to the heady cocktail that she found him to be already.
"We need to talk for a moment," Harry said again, then took a steadying breath, "My circumstances have changed since last I saw you."
"I can see that, you didn't buy that outfit from doing chores."
"No, in fact I've come into an inheritance, or two, that has quite changed my immediate priorities, you got my note right?"
"I did and I appreciate it, leaving me an address and all, but was rather disappointed that you'd not make our ... appointment, then you showed up here and now you want to talk, way to let a girl down sexy." She said with that impish smile of hers firmly in place.
Harry smiled back in much the same fashion but pressed forward, lest he be totally distracted by the temptation that was Jazz in not very much clothing. "I'm here, essentially to offer you something." He said beginning to pace back and forth in front of her.
"Is this a sexy thing," she said hopefully.
"I thought it was blokes with the one track minds," he said with amusement leaking into his tone.
"Not when it comes to you sexy."
"Right well, it could be I suppose, but part of it, is that I want to offer you a job."
"I have a job sexy, a good one."
"You said you weren't happy with your boss."
"I'm not, you remembered that?"
"Of course, how would you like to work for me, a single client being my company that while not even on paper yet will need good public relations, at first there won't be a tonne of work for you to do and then, well there will. In certain circles I have... a problem with the press and you could definitely help with that too were you of a mind, now bear in mind this is only partly planned out so far. I have well a lot of companies that I'll be bringing under a single banner, these are monopoly companies in a very select part of the civilization here in the UK and abroad too, I'll need the press kept kindly towards me, and frankly with my temper I doubt I'd be able to do that without help."
"I doubt a little company could afford me sexy." Jazz said seriously, "I worked my way up from the office pool all the way up to directly under the chairmen of PR for a multi-national I'm not even allowed to tell you the name of."
"I own 20% holdings in Centennial Holdings," Harry said stunning her with the name of her company. "I won a LOT of pieces of companies, some of the largest companies in the world. I can afford you easily Jazz, in fact I'll double your salary right now without even knowing the figure."
Jazz's eyes shot wide open, "That's insane."
"I get these feelings about people and frankly you have some references that I trust with more than my life already."
"Who," she asked surprised again.
"I can't go into that yet; first you have to sign a NDA before we go any further."
With that he pulled out a sheaf of papers from his over coat and handed them to her, "Just fill in whatever is double your current wage in the right place."
Jazz looked at him askance, "Is this, a joke?"
"I've never been more serious in my life. I want you."
"Finally..." Jazz said putting the papers to one side.
"... to be my guardian angel," Harry finished with a smile, and before you even contemplate sleeping with me, there's more that you need to know I think."
"I doubt anything would stop me at this point," she admitted to him with a perky smile that was strangely predatory.
"I'm not a one woman guy," he said bluntly.
"Don't care, bring them next time, we'll have an orgy," Jazz replied immediately.
"I'm a wizard."
"Great magic my clothes off."
Harry did, which rather brought her up short as she was now sat san's the robe. "Well fuck me."
"Soon, of that you can be sure," Harry said eying her form with open appreciation. "By the way, you didn't just see me do that, I'm playing it fast and loose with some rather strict laws here."
"But... But... Magic, seriously?"
"I did what you asked." Harry said with faux innocence.
"Didn't you though, wow is it cold in here or are my nipples really just that hard from the thought of you?"
"I hesitate to answer that."
"It's you it's definitely you, that's why, isn't it, why you're even more attractive now than before. It's power, be it magic or whatever, it's power and I can tell you from personal experience power is the ultimate aphrodisiac. I can actually feel it on my skin, which is indeed why I've got a nipple erection."
Harry cleared his throat, "I've heard a similar theory, you can't both be wrong."
"Wow, well that explains that, so..." she said reaching for the papers, "When do I start."
"Well, that leads into my next question; I know you've just moved in but are you attached to this house or anything?"
"You want me to move in with you... that is, sweet, really, but I'm not sure we're that sort of couple."
"I do, and I don't. I have my eye on a building that I intend to turn part into an office for the company and part into living arrangements; this will be a magical building so a single apartment in that could be easily as big as this house. The rent is on the free side of cheap and the land lord is a nice guy I'm told."
"Why," she asked.
"I think you're special, something about you talks to me and as I said I get feelings about people I have one, a strong one about you. I want you to be a part of a strange family Jazz, a weird fucked up little harem in fact. The advantages are sex, and the disadvantages are that I won't be monogamous. Oh and you'll have to put up with me."
"So... a harem seriously, is this Arabian nights?"
"Sort of." Harry chuckled, "I have a strange position in which I find myself. I'm told that I have to have a chosen few to help me with something, something big cosmic in fact, and I think you should be one of them."
Jazz wasn't looking quite as playful as before, she appeared to read his seriousness on his face and was reacting appropriately. "I'm... honoured that you asked me Harry I am."
"Oh dear"
"And I'm probably going to say yes," she added with that impish smile of hers, "But I have to know why do you personally need PR?"
"That bit of magic," he said waiving at her missing robe, "There's a lot of people in England that can do something similar and most of them either vilify me or love me because of something I had no control over when I was one years old. A very evil Wizard, that's what we call ourselves, Wizards and witches for the women, well he came knocking at my front door bringing destiny with him, killing my parents and then failing to kill me, because of this I was launched into stardom and hero status. I tell you this because as my PR agent you'll need to know everything, and over the next few days I'll tell you, and perhaps Natalie, all the sordid details of my life. But to answer your question they call me the boy-who-lived because I failed to die and the spell rebounded onto the bad man, seemingly killing him though in actuality it merely banished him for a while. Now he's back and the press either love me or hate me depending on their mood. That's what I want you to stop; I don't want to be a hero or a villain. I just want them to stop swinging from one to the other. I realise it's too much to ask for them to leave me alone, so you can control them for me, before I levitate the lot of them into the nearest black hole."
After Harry's small speech Jazz just sat there for a long moment looking at him steadily. "I'm glad," she said, "That's much easier for me to personally to deal with than you being some sort of crime lord or something, or worse royalty."
"In my own way, some think of me as such."
"I can deal with that, and I can certainly help you. Thank you for being honest and you're right I will need to know EVERYTHING and I mean every little detail you can remember about the last few years since the pres got a hold of you again."
"How do you know they didn't have me before a few years?"
"Because it makes logical sense that someone would have put you out of their reach for a while. I'm guessing this all started up again recently in the last few years, because you said they thought he was dead, but now they don't and you look weary enough for this to have been going on for a while."
"Insightful," was Harry's one word reply.
Jazz sat back unmindful of her near nakedness and crossed one long leg over the other, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "I think I can work an angle for you Harry, but as I said I'll need to know everything even the bits you aren't proud of. Things you have kept secret from even your best friends. I will be your confidant Harry out of necessity because I will be the one person that will protect you from the press."
"I can live with that."
"Great, now get your clothes off I'm literally gagging for it over here."
"Is that a yes," Harry said toeing off his shoes with each foot.
"It's a yes, now for god's sake I need you inside me so badly you wouldn't believe it." Jazz told him in an impassioned plea."
"What no Foreplay?"
"Later, it'll be after play," Jazz said pulling her legs into the air and divesting herself of her silky garment of underwear. "Want me to leave the stockings on again."
"Is it really that obvious?"
"Your eyes positively lit up when you spotted then sexy."
"Fine, yes please then."
"That's a bit formal," Jazz said teasingly. "Tell your Bitch to leave her stockings on."
"Urh what"
"Do it. Or I'll take them off."
"Urh, Bitch... leave them on."
"No really go for it, reach deep down and tell me what to do."
Harry glared at her playful expression for a moment before a wicked smile lit his face. "Leave the stockings on," he told her in a commanding voice that actually made her tremble with need, "Then get down on your knees and hands with your arse pointing up, and start to finger yourself."
Jazz trembled, "Oh god that made me wet."
"Do it," Harry snapped with flashing eyes. Jazz literally seemed to teleport into position her, her nimble fingers sliding between already slick folds and playing with herself for her sudden master's pleasure.
Harry blinked in surprise but settled back to enjoy the show, already her moist folds were showing obvious signs of her arousal, and from his position he could make out her rock hard darkened nipples just brushing her living room carpet. She was virtually humming with pleasure as she worked her pussy with a single hand, the other hold her in position for him, rotating her fingers over her pussy lips rhythmically as she began to moan sexily.
"Well... alright then," Harry commented taking off the rest of his clothing and putting it on a nearby chair, his eyes fixed to her, self pleasuring the entire time. Her beautiful behind was up in the air slightly as she spread her legs wider for a better angle and for his pleasure.
"Will my master take his slave now?"
"When I'm ready," Harry said firmly.
"Ohhh yes master." Her voice tight with repressed passion and pleasure.
"I still see all your fingers Jazz."
"Oh god," she whimpered as she slid tow fingers into her heated pussy, pumping the rhythmically with an obvious sense of familiarity.
"Such a pretty little pussy," Harry cooed to her, he was rather enjoying this change in pace he had to admit. He was aware that she was away with the mixer at this point and would probably do anything he asked. "Harder, add another finger."
"Yesssss, massster" she drawled unseen her eyes we glowing with pleasure as Harry took total charge of her.
Harry swallowed hard as he watched another digit disappear between her slick folds, adding a little more to her pleasure. He badly wanted to kneel behind her and take her the way he was sure she would like, but that wouldn't be the game would it? He wasn't so sure that Jazz was playing either, she seemed to be totally enjoying his control of her at this point, and he had to wonder at this new aspect of her personality. He rather liked it, too much in his old life he was the one being led and here he was now, doing the leading, it was a pleasing change in his routine. The fact that a highly attractive woman was his to command had no little draw as well.
"Do you like fucking yourself for your master's pleasure Jazz?"
"Oh yes Master, I do very much, will it please you to grant a boon to your slave?"
"Very well."
"I want to feel your dick in my cunt master."
Harry swallowed hard; there was something wonderfully dirty about that word. "You've got a filthy mouth Jazz."
"Please feel free to rinse it out with your cum master."
Harry growled, "Would you swallow if it pleased me Jazz."
"Oh yes master," she said looking back over her shoulder at him with burning eyes full of desire, for him it was almost humbling.
He walked forward and grasped her by a slender ankle and tugged on it slightly upsetting her balance, just enough that she half turned over, but not enough that she hurt herself, he wasn't willing to go that far. "Think that pretty mouth is talented enough to make me cum into it Jazz?"
"I can try Master." She said propping herself up on her elbows and trying to get more upright, Harry let her get to her knees before him, and glanced down.
"I never said stop fingering yourself Jazz."
"Yes Master," she said slipping a hand between her shapely thighs and beginning again to work herself for her master to watch. Then she eyed his hard cock hungrily. "Is this foreplay master?"
"It's doing what I want, or is that not important?"
"That's the most important thing Master."
Harry was taken aback by how honest that sounded coming from her.
"Put that pretty mouth to some use then." He said reaching down and angling his own cock towards her fire engine red lips.
Her eyes lit up as she wet her lips and engulfed him in the fiery heat of her mouths embrace, somehow working harder than she had his first time, to get him to cum. It was intense, it was wonderful, and it felt right to be doing this with her. She went to town on him, slavering up and down his length with drool dripping from her perfectly formed lips as she sucked him with utter abandon, it had none of the art of one of Natalie's blow jobs, nor any of the care and attention that Jazz herself had shown his first time. It was out and out dirty attempt to make him cum as quickly as possible while pleasuring him to the best of her ability. It was working as well and frankly Harry wasn't even attempting to hold back, at this moment in time she was there for him to cum into her mouth and nothing else mattered. He had to rinse that word from her mouth, to sort of punish her for its use in a way they both enjoyed. It was, he felt a delicate balance but they were riding that line together perfectly. There was a slurping gagging noise as Jazz sucked him deep in a single movement and readjusted her jaw around him before sucking hard and drawing back up his length sucking as hard as she could.
"A talented mouth Jazz," Harry grunted. "I think you'll get to rinse out your mouth with my cum after all."
Jazz hummed her reply, her hand working feverishly between her stockinged thighs as her mouth worked just as hard on his girth. She looked up at him with an entirely new look in her eyes that caught Harry for a moment, then she was pushing back down and gagging herself in an attempt to take as much of him as she could into her throat. He grabbed her by her loose bun and pulled back, but she quickly swallowed on him as he drew her back sending him into his orgasm as he came almost continuously into her more than willing mouth, filling her to the point that she had to swallow before he was done.
Then he pulled her off and looked down at her as she swilled his seed around in her mouth, before finally opening her mouth wide to show his ejaculate inside.
"Swallow Jazz, there's a good girl."
She did exactly as she was told and promptly came like an express train actually falling over backwards and letting out a sound that was as erotic as it was sudden.
Harry looked down at her for a long moment a serious expression on his face watching for the rise and fall of her small but perfectly formed breasts. Then he smiled wickedly, "You're mine now Jazz."
"Forever... Master"