The Rise of Overlord Vulcan - Rewrite!

by The Dark Dragen

Read as how a different history, having an imaginary twin sister at a young age, and a having a different life before Hogwarts changes Harry from a weak and lonely boy, to the most powerful Dark Wizard the world had ever seen - Overlord Vulcan. (Second Year Begins!) Please read and review. ON HOLD UNTIL MUSE RETURNS!

22. Chapter 19 - The Serpent's Lair: Part 3

Author's Note: Here's the chapter that all of you perverts have been waiting for, the sex and all the other sexual things you all wanted and waited for. So here's your last warning, from this year on out there'll be underage sex, dark themes, and much more as the story comes along. So if you are under the age of consent in your country, or you're easily offended, please stop reading now, as I have warned you and if you hate what you read, you're the only one to be blamed. This chapter has Emma and Harry at the start of it, and Harry and Melody, so if you're against it just skip it when you get to these ( . Y . ) until you see them again. There's a small lime with Harry and Gabrielle Delacour, if this offends you as I suspect it will you can skip this when you see this ( . v . ) until you see them again.

( . Y . ) = Smut/Lemon.

( . v . ) = Lime.

Chapter Nineteen...

The Serpent's Lair - Part 3!

(Summer of Fun!)

12th of July - La Grande Cosse, Harry's Hut:

It had been nearly two weeks since Harry and the Grangers started their holiday in France. Despite their time to relax, it had been a long ten days for Harry. There had been a highlight to those ten days, though. After getting the books from Lockhart, Hermione (with the help of Melody) read the books cover-to-cover to try and disprove Harry and the Lestrange girl, and prove that Lockhart was a hero.

They didn't like what they found, but the evidence was strong. There were events that happened on the same day, simultaneously, and in different parts of the world. Hermione had looked up a few of the spells, too, and found that they weren't real. It was hard, especially for Hermione, finding out that the person they looked up to was nothing but a fraud. It took a few days before things got back to normal, both girls - Melody in particular - preferring to put the embarrassing ordeal behind them.

The main problem made itself apparent a few hours after arriving at La Grande Cosse: he was a pubescent boy about to be surrounded by many naked people. Harry noticed his voice giving out and squeaking at odd times, which Dan referred to as 'cracking' once when teasing Harry about it, and - much to his own embarrassment - he began thinking about Hermione and Melody in ways more advanced than their current relationship level; something he hoped wouldn't happen again soon. Emma saw his worried look and once again explained that he didn't have to take his clothes off unless he wanted to.

Harry had hoped to have a somewhat normal holiday, doing nothing but hanging out and reading together, or just lazing about and talking about whatever crossed their minds. He had hoped to have time to go back to England for sword training, or to put in an appearance as Maverick at the Abyss.He'd also hoped to have more time to train with Aneira, who was quickly growing in both size and strength now that they had more time to be together. It would be a while before she would be as powerful as Tigrans normally were, but she was getting there. Aneira was spending most of her alone time searching the area, hunting, and training on her own while her master was enjoying his vacation.

Now, all he could think about was kissing, touching, and doing other sexual things that someone his age shouldn't be privy to, like fucking them three ways from Sunday. With puberty hitting him, it was impossible to stop thinking about. It was worse though, as his thoughts were not focused just on Hermione and Melody; he was also daydreaming about Emma.

It didn't help that his sister was teasing him - or as he would call it, fucking with his mind. Ever since she appeared in that sexy outfit and older body, she seemed to make it a point to tease him daily. She would run her hands down his body while making sexual comments. She occasionally kissed him in ways that a sister shouldn't be kissing a brother, and even played with his cock when it was hard. To make matters worse, she was doing it all in her older, sexy body. All of these factors added up and made it even harder to think, or able to keep his lust in control. Now he frequently required cold showers, or some alone time in the hut that the Grangers designated as his. Not even his Occlumency could do much to control his feelings for long. No matter how many times he tried to push these thoughts and memories to the back of his mind, they wouldn't stay there like the other memories he pushed back there.

It didn't help that they were at a nudist camp, where he saw a lot of hot, naked women every day. He was glad that his own nudity was optional, else people would see how this holiday was affecting him. It wasn't that he was a naive kid who didn't know about sex, because as Maverick he knew more about it than most his age. That didn't mean he wasn't embarrassed, though. It was just part of going through puberty.

The only relief he got over the last two weeks was from his few trips back to England under the excuse that he was continuing his sword training. It wasn't a complete lie, but it also wasn't the full truth.

He visited his friends to see how they and the Abyss were doing. He learned the last time he visited that Blink had taken time off to visit some people she used to know, meaning they had to use the rune portal that the Goblins created for transportation to and from the club. He also made sure to make an appearance as Maverick before going back to the nudist camp.

Harry's sword training was also going well. Unfortunately, Syrio Forel informed Harry that he would have to return to his duties as The First Sword of Braavos by Christmas. Harry was upset at this, as he was enjoying his lessons with the man, and they were one of the few times that he could forget his problems for a while. With puberty hitting him, he needed something that would distract him for a while, but he knew he had no power to stop him, as The First Sword of Braavos was only here to pay off his debt to Bowser. Syrio informed Harry that until then, they would train three to four times a week, or during the weekends while he was at Hogwarts.

Harry's thoughts were interrupted when a naked Emma Granger entered the hut after knocking. For some reason she appeared rather embarrassed.

o0OoO0o

Emma Granger was walking back and forth outside of her daughter's' friend's hut. She was nervous about the talk she was going to give Harry. Ever since they got to La Grande Cosse, Harry seemed to be nervous and embarrassed around them. It was something the Grangers were suspecting, as this might be his first time seeing someone else naked. Seeing that he was young and likely going through puberty, it might be a hard time for Harry adjust to the new feelings on top of the other changes he was going through. Unlike Hermione, who went through the same thing just before starting Hogwarts, Harry didn't have someone - or at least Emma didn't think so - to tell him what was going on and help him cope with it. It was considered that Harry might not been given The Talk, and so might be confused and uncomfortable with revealing himself.

Dan and Emma talked about who should ask about this, and Dan voted that Emma should be the one. To him, it was his job as a father to scare away boys that might want to be dating his girls, not help them out with such problems. It was better in his mind to have Emma give Harry The Talk if he needed it. Emma was more than happy to help out her eldest daughter's first friend.

It was Thursday afternoon at the camp, and Dan had taken his daughters out for the day - father-daughter bonding, as the couple called it - so Emma and Harry were left alone alone at the camp. This was part of the plan so that she could talk to Harry without the possibility of the girls walking in and embarrassing Harry.

Emma knocked and entered Harry's hut, to find him sitting on his bed, relaxing. Seeing this, Emma decided to make her move. She walked over and sat next to him, her action was justified when she saw Harry glance down at her breasts as they bounced before looking back up to meet her gaze, his cheeks slightly more pink than before she came in. She said with a bit of discomfort, "Since Dan and the girls are out for the day, I'd like a word with you if you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind," Harry responded. In his mind, he heard Lucy say, "I wonder what is up with her, why she has a red face."

"No idea," Harry thought back, "might find out now."

"Is everything alright, Harry?" Emma asked, "It's been over a week since we got to the camp, and I thought by now you would have lost your shorts. I know some people sometimes keep them on for their whole stay, but most of the time people lose their clothes in a few days. You didn't seem to mind the idea when we were back home."

Harry was embarrassed; this was something he had hoped that wouldn't come up.

"Now this is interesting," Lucy mused, "I think we should play along and see where she is going with this."

Harry had to agree, he wanted to know where this could lead, and decided to be the embarrassed boy that he was at the moment.

"I've had a problem, lately... well…" he stumbled, too embarrassed to continue.

Emma seemed to realize what was wrong, as she replied with a soft smile, "You've been having a problem with your penis haven't you? It keeps getting hard on you."

Harry turned red at this.

"Yes, and I don't know why," he answered, his annoyance at not knowing overcoming his hesitation. Lucy suggested this approach to see where it would go.

Emma was shocked. She knew that his aunt and uncle were not the best of people, but she would have thought that they would have given Harry the The Talk by now, if only so he would avoid doing anything without knowing the full details of what he was doing. If not them, she assumed his old school would have had Sex Ed by the time he left for Hogwarts. She knew that not all schools had the class that early, but never considered it until now. She didn't blame those who Harry hung around, as giving a child The Talk was down to the parents/guardians and teachers, not friends.

She decided to get down to business though and obtain some facts. "Harry, have your aunt and uncle given you the talk about the birds and the bees, or where babies come from? Or did you attend a class called Sex Ed while in school?"

"My aunt and uncle told me that a freak like me shouldn't have babies, and so I shouldn't know where they come from." Harry replied simply, his tone distant. He would have preferred to never think about the vile people again, but it was an unavoidable subject at times, now apparently being one of them. Unnoticed by him, Emma was suppressing the growing rage she felt at the Dursley's for their treatment of the nice young man before her. She listened as Harry went on to say, "They said as long as I didn't know, I wouldn't be able to bring new freaks into the world. As far as I know my school didn't have a class called Sex Ed. Would it have helped?"

"DIdn't the people you hang you around tell you about it?" Emma asked hoping she didn't need to give Harry the entire talk.

"Tell her no," Lucy suggested with a smirk. Harry tried hard to hide his own smirk. He knew it was somewhat wrong of him to tease her like this, but she looked rather attractive like this, and he wanted to make it last a bit longer. "No, mainly because two of them are girls, and I really didn't think to ask the two male adults I know about it. Mostly I was just too embarrassed to ask them about it."

Emma felt a bit embarrassed; it never occurred to her that she would be giving The Talk to a boy who very well might use what she was telling him on one of her daughters.

With a sigh she said, "Harry, you might have noticed your body has started to change." Harry nodded shyly. "Some of those changes being your voice will get deeper, and your penis - also referred to as a cock, or dick, most commonly, but there are dozens of words people use - will get hard. This is called an erection. This is a perfectly natural reaction to seeing a lady you think is attractive. Your body and hormones are simply reacting to the attraction."

"How can I deal with my erection? It's really embarrassing having it hard all the time." A red faced Harry inquired, pretending he didn't know any better. Emma glanced down at the prominent tent in his shorts briefly. She was actually rather flattered in his interest in her; Harry was growing into quite the handsome young man and his response made her feel sexy.

Emma sighed. There was so much that Harry missed out on: a father to help him in this kind of thing, a normal childhood where he could learn things like this from his family, and many other things that she was grateful that her own children had. It took everything that she had not to head back to England now and give the Dursleys a piece of her mind.

"Harry, do you know what masturbation is?" Emma asked. She could guess the answer, and she confirmed it when Harry blinked cluelessly, but she needed to ask anyway. Yet again she sighed, wanting nothing more than to exact some righteous fury.

"Harry, masturbation is a way to relieve yourself, making it so your penis will go soft again," Emma explained, hiding her red face behind her hair slightly, struggling to believe she was explaining this to Harry. "Both men and women masturbate." She claimed, but upon seeing seemingly Harry's confused look, Emma could have hit herself. He had no context to work with, and her speech was really disorganized because she wanted to get to his problems quicker and had pushed other things to the wayside. "Women get a different kind of erection, and relieve themselves through a different way of masturbating, but that's not really the issue. For men it's very simple, all they need to do is put their hand around their cock, and start to pump it until they reach their orgasm. When a man reaches orgasm semen spurts out, but you may not be old enough for that to happen yet."

"Ask her to show you, brother," Harry heard Lucy telling him in his head.

"What the hell, Lucy?!" Harry shouted in his head, "She's Hermione's mother, I can't do that."

"Oh come on, Harry.Grow a backbone," Lucy sneered at her brother, "you want to be the next Dark Lord or this Overlord you read about. If you can't do this small little thing, how can you do what is needed to fulfil your dreams? Anyway, don't you want some help getting rid of some of your lust? You've seen that doing it yourself isn't helping."

As much as Harry hated to admit it, his sister was right. If he wanted to become the Overlord, he would have to do things that no normal person would do, but lately he didn't want to ruin how things were at the moment. He didn't know what to do: keep things as they were, and forget becoming the next Overlord, or get back on the path to darkness and power.

Lucy could be right; getting Emma to give him a handjob might help, but was it worth it?

Definitely.

"Emma, could you… show me what to do?" He asked hesitantly, a bit of desperation in his voice. His cock throbbed even harder at the idea. "I don't want to hurt myself if I do it wrong."

Emma Granger hesitated. She was a happily married woman. Sure, there were a few problems with their marriage. A nasty accident had limited Dan's abilities in the bedroom shortly after Mel's birth, but she was still satisfied with what he could do. With the desperation in Harry's voice, she couldn't seem think of a reason why a short demonstration would be too bad, as long as she laid some ground rules. "I'll quickly show what to do, if you promise you won't tell Dan or the girls about it. And when I show you the basics, I'll leave and you do the rest, is that understood?"

Harry fervently nodded.

"I understand," he told Emma. He didn't want to get her into any trouble, after all.

"Okay, pull your shorts down and sit between my legs," she ordered.

Harry complied, sliding the waistband of his pants down to his knees, his erection springing free of his shorts the second it was able, before getting up to sit on Emma's lap. As Harry did this, Emma eyed his cock in surprise. Dan was bigger, obviously, but her husband was also a grown man. Harry was nearly as large, and he was only an eleven - nearly twelve - year-old boy. If Harry really did get with one of her daughters, they would be in for a very happy life in the bedroom.

( . Y . ) ( . Y . )

Emma couldn't believe what she was about to do. Sure, part of her knew this was wrong, but she wanted to make sure that he was doing this right and didn't hurt himself. She couldn't help but watch, transfixed, as Harry's cock twitched with each beat of his heart, the taught skin showing off each tantalizing vein.

She slowly reached for him, lightly running her fingers up and down Harry's erect penis, knowing this would be the fastest way to get the young boy to cum. After a few moments, she took hold of his cock and began to stroke it, feeling the silky smooth skin slide up and down the iron hard shaft, and over the bloated purple glans, marvelling at how he felt as hard as iron and as smooth as velvet at the same time. With her other hand, she cupped his heavy, low hanging balls, admiring their weight and size, feeling each one as they rested in her palm.

She felt him jump when she suddenly wrapped her hand around the base of his length and start stroking slowly, already feeling mildly guilty. She knew she had to stop, but a primal part of her mind was spurred on when she heard his moans of pleasure, urging her to continue.

Harry couldn't believe that Emma would do this for him. He wasn't sure what he was expected, but this wasn't it. It felt different than doing it himself; it felt wonderful. To his shock after he moaned for her not to stop, she moved herself around so that she was in front of him.

He was looking down at her, breathlessly, completely under her spell as she drew him towards her. Her tongue to snuck out between her lips and tenderly explored his cock head, tasting the tangy saltiness of his precum.

Emma could feel his balls tighten in her hand in response to her caresses, and continued to gently bathe his cock head with her tongue. After a bit, she slowly licked down his shaft until she reached the base and gently took one heavy ball, then the other in her mouth, sucking on them and tracing around them with her tongue.

She knew she should feel ashamed, but it had been such a long time since she and Dan had been passionate, and she couldn't stop herself. Despite Harry being so young, he appreciated what she doing - something she felt Dan didn't as of late. So she continued, allowing her primal needs take over as she began worshipping the boy's cock.

She sucked and licked Harry's balls for a minute before licking back up his shaft until she reached the head. Slowly enveloping the swollen glans in her mouth, she began sucking his cock in earnest, sliding her lips down the shaft and using her tongue to duel with the large pole of meat.

Harry couldn't believe how good it felt to have someone sucking his cock, and was wondering why the hell he didn't allow Charlotte or one of the other girls do this before. He put it down to being young, and not having the experience, but that was something that he was going to be reconsidering very soon.

Harry could do nothing other than throw his head back and moan as she worshipped his cock in earnest, her sensuous lips sliding up and down the shaft of his cock, her tongue snaking around the underside of his glans. He watched as her head bobbed back and forth, her movements slow and sensual, as if his cock was a lover she was passionately making out with. She withdrew her lips from his cock after a few minutes, allowing his excitement to subside while she caressed his turgid, shaft with her tongue, delicately teasing the beast for a few minutes before once again enveloping him in her warm, wet mouth.

This time he was ready for her. The part of him that wanted control had awoken, and he put his hand onto the head, eagerly thrusting his cock into her mouth. Emma was shocked by this action; she hadn't expected to lose control of the situation this badly, but here she was now, with Harry's hands on her head as he was thrusting his cock into her mouth as if there was no tomorrow. To her shame, it felt wonderful, almost like something Dan would do from time to time before his accident - taking control and using her mouth for his own needs.

Emma didn't know how long it lasted. Time seemed to slow down around her has Harry was fucking her mouth; she only had a second's warning as the young boy said he was going to cum. Knowing that he wasn't about to let her go, she had to swallow the cum until Harry was done.

Cum was running down the sides of her mouth as she failed to swallow fast enough. Harry pulled out and let go of her.

"H-Harry... I-I don't know what just happened, but it-it cannot happen again," Emma said, red in the face as she wiped the cum from her mouth. Part of her did want it to happen again, but she had to think about her family and how they would react should they find out about this. "This can't happen again, and no one can know what we did okay," she told him.

Harry was in a trance as he watched Emma wiping his cum from her mouth; her words fell on deaf ears.

"Just remember what I showed you at the start, and you'll be fine. But remember, whenever you get hard just go somewhere private and do this. Make sure not to grip yourself too hard or stroke yourself too fast, or you could hurt yourself," Emma tried to explain to Harry. She went on to say, "and remember, you should never start masturbating and then stop in the middle. If you do so, you'll get something most men call blue balls, which, while it's not dangerous, it's very painful. I'm going back out to the pool, you should finish up in your room before the others get home, okay?"

Thinking that he heard what she said, Emma began to leave. She didn't want to give him the wrong impression, but she had gone far above and beyond what she should have done. She could have sat him down and explained things from start to finish, but she talked herself into a corner. She reminded herself to talk to him again in the future and really explain things in a more linear fashion.

Harry was still in a state of bliss and lust; all he could think about was how good it felt. The handjob and the blowjob both felt wonderful. He wondered what full blown sex would feel like.

"Why not find out," Harry heard his sister whisper sexualy to him, "stop her from going. Fuck her."

If Harry was thinking properly, he probably would have let Emma go, but he was in a state of pure lust. The only thing he was thinking about was sex. He had seen it happen many times at Abyss, as with some extra cash, he would allow people to have sex with one of the girls where everyone could see. Back then, though, he didn't think much of it. Now all he could imagine was that, but with him and Emma. The only thing that was stopping him was her size, as she was about five foot nine, and he was only just over five foot. She could easily get away from him should he try to do anything.

Lucy smirked. This was part of her plan to awaken her brother's true self. Sure, it wouldn't awaken his darker side much, but she wanted to show him that he could have anyone he wanted. It was a small start, but a start nevertheless. "Harry, if that's your only concern, transform."

Harry could have hit himself for forgetting about his abilities. He transformed into his older form.

Before Emma could leave, a strong hand turned her around, where she saw a different Harry Potter. She knew that this was Harry - the eyes and hair were unmistakable - but the body was differen. He was about six foot tall, with a body of an athlete. His muscled arms were scattered with scars from shoulder to knuckle and everywhere in between, and three long scars - likely from a claw of some sort - stretched from his right pec down to his waist. Numerous smaller scars littered his back and torso. A single scar stretching from his cheek, over his right eye, and to his forehead finished off the look. All in all, this Harry looked like a badass who could take whatever he wanted and not give a fuck how he did it. To top things off for Emma, this form had a bigger and thicker cock than Dan.

This form both thrilled and scared Emma, as none of her children knew that she was a closet submissive. She wanted nothing more than to submit to someone strong, someone who would force her to pleasure them without regard to her needs. Unfortunately, the perfect specimen standing in front of her was her daughter's eleven-year-old best friend. She knew she couldn't lose herself to him again, or this time it might be permanent.

"Harry, what are you doing? Please, we can't. You're Hermione's friend; think about her!"

"I don't care," Harry told her in a state of lust so powerful that he couldn't think straight. He blamed his sister and the fire within him, as well as his puberty. Those three things had driven him to this point, and he needed the lust to go. Emma was here, and she had started it all. It was only right that she finished it. Harry started to kiss her neck.

"I won't tell her if you don't; no one ever has to know. I've heard stories at Hogwarts about sex. Even if I didn't fully understand it, I've always wanted to try it. I used to fight it, but now…" he pulled her into a deep kiss, somehow able to keep up with the lie he was feeding her, "I can't fight my basic needs anymore."

Emma felt foolish not having thought that Harry would have heard about sex at Hogwarts; it was a boarding school, after all, and even at a normal school, people talked about sex. What she didn't understand, though, is what he meant by basic needs. As Harry pulled back from the kiss, she lustily asked, "basic needs?"

"I'm a Fire Mystic," Harry explained to her, as he stroked her hair, "and those who are able to control fire often have two main problems: their anger and their lust. Ever since I hit puberty, both have been playing up and I can't keep them under control for too long. I need this, so please enjoy this."

"Put your fingers into her pussy," Harry heard Lucy telling him as he was kissing Emma once again, one hand already teasing her nipples.

Despite Emma's shock at what was happening, she was enjoying it more than she ever enjoyed anything in her life. There was still a part of her that wanted to stop all this - to end the foolishness before it went too far - but she couldn't find the will to act. Her inner sub was quickly coming out, enjoying the fact that there was someone stronger and more powerful than Dan taking control of her. She felt a tide of pleasure rising as Harry started teasing her nipples. Emma shuddered as one of Harry's hands made a path down towards her pussy while he pulled away from the kiss and leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth.

Emma was of two minds about her current situation. One was the mother who was watching from a distance, feeling shocked and terrified by what was happening. The other was the sub, feeling wild elation at the pleasure Harry's attentions were giving her - pleasure Dan could no longer provide her no matter how much he tried.

The sub took over when Emma felt Harry's fingers slide into her pussy, his thumb pressed to her clit. She didn't know where he learned how to do this, but she couldn't stop herself from crying out in ecstasy. It never occurred to Emma to wonder how an eleven-year-old boy could arouse her so much with only his hands. A few seconds - or minutes or hours later, she couldn't tell in her current state - she felt Harry's hands moving from her breast and pussy, his mouth releasing her nipple as he moved to hold her firmly. Emma gasped as he swept her off her feet and lowered her to the carpet with her body still shaking from orgasmic bliss.

"Please, Harry, we mustn't!" Emma gasped out weakly, "the others could return at any time."

Emma felt so mixed up and so wildly excited. She knew that if she let Harry have her, she would give herself completely to him. If she wasn't careful, she might give herself fully to him to own - if it was his wish - to make herself his slave! She was torn between surrendering to him and her inner fear of what enslavement would mean. Harry didn't seem to have any confusion about what he wanted, as he came between her legs and pressed his cock against her pussy.

"HARRY!" Emma cried as she felt him surging into her, her body rising of its own accord to meet him.

Lucy whispered tips and words of encouragement inside Harry's mind as he was doing this. He wasn't sure how she knew what to do, but to hell with caring about how she learned it; it was helping him greatly.

If Emma had felt ecstatic before, she was overwhelmed now that Harry began pumping his cock into and out of her pussy with a deliciously slow, firm stroke sucking at one of her nipples teasing the other with one hand. All of Emma's thoughts were suddenly replaced by pure bursts from the delectable sensations.

Emma was begging for him to fill her, despite her the disgust she felt deep down inside at her reactions. All she could do was ride the roller coaster of ecstasy that Harry had her on. He was moving faster into and out of her, and she was matching him thrust for thrust. It was as though her body had taken total control as it sated its deepest desires on the large rod of flesh pumping into it. In a moment of clarity, Emma found that she had wrapped her arms and legs around his body, holding him to her as his cock slid in and out of her tight, burning pussy. Her mind quickly was overwhelmed by the sensations yet again.

Harry thrust into her roughly and groaned, his body trembling against hers. Emma felt a burst of heat deep inside her as spurt after thick spurt of his semen flowed into the deepest crevices of her vagina. Screaming out her passion as her body bucked and writhed under him, Emma let herself drown in the sheer bliss of the moment. When her peak faded, Emma could still feel Harry moving inside her, even as his cock began to shrink. At last, Harry rolled off her and she lay, panting and shaking, unable to control the tremors that ran through her body. Harry sat up and looked down at Emma. She met his gaze with glazed eyes.

"You're fantastic," Harry smiled down at Emma, his chest heaving from his exertions.

The whole situation was bizarre for Emma. Here she lay on the hut's thick carpet, feeling fully satisfied for the first time in her life, but it had been an eleven year old that had given her that satisfaction - not her husband. How giving the child The Talk lead to this, Emma neither knew nor cared at the moment.

She could feel their combined juices start to trickle from her pussy as she lay, gazing up at Harry. She was thankful that she was no longer able to have children. Deep down, she knew that what was happening was wrong, but she loved the feeling of being claimed by Harry and filled with his seed. What was worse was that if she didn't do something, she knew that she would surrender herself to him again. He had touched something within her that had long been forgotten - the sub that craved to be controlled by someone. Shame, guilt, and even fear coursed through her, but at the same time she felt fulfilled, desired, and contented. Right or wrong, she wanted more of the pleasure Harry gave her.

Harry's eyes roamed over her body again, this time with less hunger as sleep seemed to slowly be taking over. There was a smile of satisfaction on his lips, and a strange gleam in his eyes. He started touching her again, and Emma gasped as she felt his fingers squeeze one of her nipple. With a will of its own, her back arched, pressing her breast further into his hand as she gave a low moan of pleasure at his touch.

Emma's moan turned into a cry as the fingers of his other hand thrust into her pussy. She understood that the look in Harry's eyes was: power. He knew he had power over her, and Emma felt shameful of her own weakness. Despite the shame, she rose to an overwhelming orgasm under his expert touch, his fingers pushing into her with an almost cruel force that was driving her past coherent thought.

( . Y . ) ( . Y . )

"Th-Thank you, Emma... Th-that was wonderful." Harry whispered between gasps as he tried to regain his breath. His hands dropped from her body, much to her disappointment, as sleep started to take over. The last thing that he said before he fell asleep was, "We... we need to see if we can do this again."

Here was her chance. Harry was soundly asleep, and Emma knew that she could finally escape. If she was still there when Harry awoke, she knew she would end up giving everything to him without a second thought. She would be his forever, and she wouldn't want to stop it. There was a small part that didn't want to leave; her sub side wanted nothing more than to stay and have Harry take control of her. It was a fight, but it was the side of the mother and wife that won, and she left for her cabin so she could get cleaned up.

Emma was thankful that her cabin wasn't far; she didn't want to risk anyone seeing her leave. She knew that from today onwards, she could never be around Harry alone, or she would give herself to him without a second thought. She couldn't allow that; she had children and a husband - maybe if Harry was older, or if she was younger and unmarried, but that couldn't be changed. As things were, she had to make sure this could never happen again.

o0OoO0o

31st of July - La Grande Cosse, The Beach:

It had been over two weeks since Harry fucked Emma like there was no tomorrow, and she had since made it a priority that she never be left alone with Harry. Harry couldn't help but to smirk at this. She would stay close to Dan or one of her children, talking to them about the most meaningless of topics. When they weren't around, she would stay in public areas, making sure that nothing happened between her and Harry. The one time he managed to get her alone, Emma made it clear that they could never repeat their activities again before making a quick escape.

Harry was surprised that he didn't feel guilty about his time with Emma - instead, he wanted to do it all again. Sure, she was the mother of Melody and Hermione, but she helped him with his lust. It didn't hurt that the sex itself was great; he wondered why he put it off for so long. Whatever the reason, sex seemed to improve his control over his lust, despite his sister's efforts. He now knew where he could go when he needed it, and he knew one girl who would be very happy because of it.

Said girl was already enjoying the benefits of Harry's new activities. Ever since his time with Emma, Harry's visits to The Abyss often involved Charlotte being forced to give Maverick a blowjob while others were around. Despite initially being disappointed that she wasn't Harry's first, she was glad that he had changed. The regular dominations and humiliations by Maverick had quickly become her favorite part of his visits.

Over the last two weeks, Lucy tossed around the idea that Harry should kill Dan. She figured that Harry should get rid of the obstacles keeping Emma from fucking him: her marriage to Dan. Lucy also said that age wasn't an issue; it was just something Emma used to try to keep them apart. If the woman really did have a problem with age, she wouldn't have allowed him to fuck her in the first place. With Dan dead, all Harry would have to do was find Emma and fuck some sense into her.

Harry was unsure about killing Dan. He was a good man, and didn't deserve to die, but Harry knew that if he wanted his way with Emma again, he would have to get rid of Daniel Granger, first. Ever since the day he fucked Emma, Harry's mind had been going to dark places that he had long forgotten about. He was honestly considering killing Dan simply so he could have his way with Emma. Those were plans for another time, though. For now, he was on holiday, and needed to relax and have fun the best he could.

One of fun things was training with Hermione and Melody. During their time in France, Hermione was shocked to find that there was no age restriction when it came to performing magic. She was soon performing magic casually, much to her parents amazement, and enjoyed the opportunity to practice and learn new magic. Hermione, with Harry's help, was able to show her parents what she had learned at Hogwarts - something she couldn't have done while back home. The two older children were taken off guard by how impressed the Grangers were at the simplest of spells, but admitted that they had grown so accustomed to basic magic that the novelty had worn off.

Harry had begun to teach Hermione and Melody how to meditate, as he found that it helped him greatly when working on his magic. The girls wanted nothing more than to start learning new things straight away, but from Harry's past experience, he knew that they wouldn't be able to do much with the time they had left. Hermione was disappointed that she couldn't learn a new power straight away like her friend and sister could, but when she heard how hard it was for them and how helpful Melody found meditating, she realized that it would be better to learn how to meditate first. To help them more - and to encourage them - Harry bought books on meditating.

Seeing that he already knew how to meditate, he decided to start on the Star Wars Force powers. If he was able to learn them, he could teach them to Melody and Hermione, and they would be able to pick it up faster by learning from him. He started on the four basic ones he read about: Telepathy, Force Stealth, Force Sense, and Force Jump. He planned to learn Mind Trick, as well, later on.

Being able to learn Telepathy would be useful, as the ability to hold discussions with each other without others hearing them could be invaluable, especially in combat. With Force Jump, Harry liked the idea of its applications in escape and mobility. Force Stealth was the most important skill, Harry believed, as it would allow them to hide from those who may wish them harm. The final ability he wanted to learn about today was Force Sense. It allowed you detect those around you, even if they were invisible. You would also be able to sense impending danger, and some people could use it to see the future.

The Mind Trick was also a useful skill to learn as they could use it to control people or make them forget things they shouldn't have seen. The ability was limitless, and the darker applications of it were incredibly enticing; Harry wanted to learn as much as he could.

There was still one skill above all others that they wanted to learn: The Shadow Clone Jutsu from the Naruto manga. While they had no idea where to even begin to replicate the technique, the usefulness of the skill was infinite; the ability to absorb the clone's knowledge and experience was invaluable.

Unfortunately, the Ninja Academy wasn't real, so they didn't know how to use hand signs, or access their chakra - if they had any - though they were sure magic could work in its place. They had nothing to go off of, so it was the first thing they attempted to learn. When they weren't having fun or practicing the skills they already had, the three spent hours visualizing a second body and trying to force their magic into the visualization.

It had only been a few weeks, and the girls were a little upset to find that their efforts amounted to little more than many hours spent meditating, but their minds felt much clearer because of it. Harry comforted them, saying that they shouldn't expect to learn and master a skill during this holiday, but with the three of them working together, they might manage to grasp the basics of one of the skills by summer's end.

Training with Aneira was going well, too; she was getting better in fights. The three teens would attack her to help her learn how to defend herself. Interestingly enough, Hermione would be one of the first to go down during the fights, but that was taking longer and longer to do. It would seem that fighting the ice tigran, was also helping Hermione. Her stamina and skill was increasing alongside Aneira's. Being taken down so easily appeared to have a motivating effect on Hermione. After a fight, she would hit the books in search of new spells. At nights, she would be found still studying and trying new spells while Harry and Melody enjoyed their comics - after Hermione made them do their homework, that is.

When the trio needed a break from training or playing on the beach, they would spend time with the adult Grangers. As Dan had commented, going to a foreign land and refusing to sightsee was a huge waste of potential fun, so that took up much of their time. They went on a drive, looking for areas of interest; there were no set areas they wanted to visit - Dan said it was fun just driving and seeing what they could find. They spent a weekend in Paris and visited Rue de Lumière again, where they got some new robes so it would be one less thing to do when they got back to England. After some debate, they also decided to pick up a reusable Portkey for Rue de Lumière. Dan was against the idea because he wanted to drive back and enjoy the experience, but he folded quickly due to being so outnumbered, and because it was just more convenient.

Harry had started forgoing his shorts since fucking Emma, which had caused both Granger daughters to blush a solid red when they saw him fully naked for the first time. Even Emma gave him a second (and third) glance, which Harry with a knowing smirk when the others weren't looking, much to Emma's embarrassment. It was strangely ego-boosting for the last Potter.

One of Harry's trips back to England involved a visit to Gringotts in Diagon Alley, where he sorted his mail issue. Now he could receive letters from Gringotts and correspondence from others. He also arranged for any incoming mail, aside from a few whitelisted contacts, to be redirected to the bank and stored in a small vault for him to visit at his leisure. A ward was set - up on the vault so that messages deemed important would be forwarded to him instead of being stored.

With the mail situation sorted, Harry received a mountain of letters that had previously been blocked. One was about the Mystic Comic being created about him. He had forgotten about it, but they were so close to completing the first edition and would be needing Harry's go-ahead before publishing. After looking through the comics, and writing down a few notes to the creators, Harry gave them leave to start selling the comics; it was slated to hit the shelves during the last week of summer.

August was a day away, and Harry found himself relaxing on a towel at the beach, catching some sun and hoping to get at least the start of a tan - damn his English skin. He glanced around, amazed at how empty the beach was. There were only a handful of people in sight, all women, either taking naps or relaxing with a book while they tanned. The closest person was about fifty yards away from him; the place was basically deserted.

Harry was there alone, having begged off to allow the Grangers some family time while having lunch at some restaurant nearby. He would never voice this, of course, because they would deny the need for it, and assure him he was more than welcome to join them. That was still how he felt though, so he was being a little sneaky about his desire to let them spend some time together. It was the rare occasion that he could completely let go and relax, so here he was with Aneira, doing that very thing.

To his growing frustration, his lust was building up again as he looked around at the naked women. There couldn't have been a worse time. He couldn't go back to England, as Charlotte and Blink were both out - Blink, on holiday and Charlotte, for a day off. It would seem that he would have to go back to his hut and relieve the lust himself.

Before he could get up to put his shorts on, a naked, six-year-old girl ran towards him while shouting out in French, "Maman, Maman, c'est Harry Potter!" (Mummy, Mummy, it's Harry Potter!)

Aneira hissed at the young flesh-bag that dared bother her and her master.

"Gabrielle, reviens ici!" (Gabrielle, get back here!) The woman called. Harry assumed she must be the girl's mother, which was confirmed when she turned to him and with a heavy French accent, "I am Apolline Delacour. Please forgive me, monsieur, my daughter zinks you are someone else."

"Maman, c'est Harry Potter, le Garçon-Qui-A-Survécu…" the girl, Gabrielle, insisted. (Mummy, it's Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived…)

Harry smirked minutely. Since school let out, Emma and Hermione had been teaching him French at a furious pace, enabling him to keep up with the mother and daughter with only a little difficulty. His tiny, self-satisfied smirk disappeared when he felt his cock rapidly swelling.

This was a problem. His eyes had barely glanced at the mother, meaning he was growing aroused from a six-year-old, his body desiring to do things to her that he did not understand, and he had no reasonable explanation as to why. If it was the mother, he would understand - she was an incredibly beautiful woman - but not the girl. 'What the fuck?' Harry thought to himself, horrified at his body's actions, 'What is going on?'

It was bad enough that his lust was building up again, but now he was getting aroused by a little girl, and not even his sister could understand what was going on. His Occlumency shields were barely keeping his lust under control and and preventing him from doing something foolish.

He tried to ignore the feeling he was getting and focus back on the pair, but couldn't manage to direct his attention back in time to hear and mentally translate what the girl said, but he did hear enough to know it was something about magic and likely breaking the Statute. If them knowing about the whole Boy-Who-Lived thing had not been an indicator, Gabrielle's comment would have. "Gabrielle Delacour, se comportent-vous." Apolline reprimanded the girl. (Gabrielle Delacour, behave yourself.)

"Don't worry about it," Harry said in English, as he picked up Aneira, stoking her to keep her calm. He wasn't feeling confident enough in his linguistic skills just yet to reply in their native tongue without fear of mangling it, not to mention that he was having enough trouble merely trying to speak in his native tongue while fighting the arousal he was feeling in greater and greater waves. He was already clearly failing to hide the evidence. "I am actually Harry Potter, but if you don't mind, please keep that information a secret. I'm on vacation with a friend and her family, and I don't want them to be bothered by people wanting to talk to me," Harry requested as he put his shorts on, playing it off like he only had them off to tan - a fairly common habit on the beach for those who wore clothes.

The woman saw through his actions and cut straight to the chase, "She's affecting you, isn't she?"

"I'm not sure what you're talking about," Harry insisted awkwardly.

"Do not feel ashamed or guilty, Monsieur Potter," the mother said, shocking Harry, "She is a Veela and 'as not learned 'ow to control 'er powers fully. I was trying to keep 'er away from the public, but she ran off." She turned to her daughter and noticed the girl's expression, like she was concentrating on something with all her might. Following her gaze, it was plain to see the affect she was having on the Potter boy was getting worse. Apolline Delacour had to admit, the boy was holding up incredibly well. Gabrielle's allure was the strongest Apolline had seen or heard of in decades, and it looked like her daughter was focusing every bit of it solely on him. She was shocked the boy could still think; most other males would have either turned into metaphorical goo, or jumped Gabrielle by now, six-years-old or not.

Apolline had to wonder if he knew Occlumency, as that could only thing she could think of that could help him. Even then, they would have to be powerful shields for him not to act on his lustful desires. She was tempted to let this go on, if only so Gabrielle could see what happened when you pushed a male too far, and the young Potter certainly looked to be nearing the tipping point. She would have to settle for grounding her and giving her a stern talking-to when they got home; she didn't want create problems for her or her daughter, should Harry report it to someone at the French Ministry of Magic.

"Gabrielle, you will stop zis instant!" Apolline snapped, using a tone only mothers could. "Zat was a very mean zing to do to Monsieur Potter. Apologize zis instant, and you can bet you'll be getting a spanking for zis when we get 'ome!"

Harry shifted uncomfortably as his hard-on twitched at the mental image that assaulted his brain, something Apolline noticed. She realized she probably should have left the punishment unsaid while he was still being hit full force by Gabrielle's allure.

"I can see you wish to leave, Monsieur Potter, and we must do ze same. Despite my daughter's rude behaviour, it was nice meeting you. You should try to find a book on Veela when you get back to 'Ogwarts; it will explain what 'appened to you. I bid you good day."

Harry nodded, not trusting his voice, and all but sprinted back to the cabin as soon as the elder Delacour frog-marched her daughter back towards wherever their beach gear was set up, Gabrielle complaining all the way about being so close. Harry almost slapped himself in the face when he realized his eyes were glued to Gabrielle's rear as she was dragged away. He really needed to get back to the cabin…

o0OoO0o

La Grande Cosse, Harry's Hut:

It was a short walk to get back to the cabin, and he noticed that the Grangers were back from their lunch and were heading towards the beach. When they spotted him, Dan took the initiative and asked, "you alright, Harry? You seem a bit dazed."

"I'm fine. Just spent a little too long in the sun, I think. I think I'll stay inside for a bit," Harry explained to them. It was by no means a complete lie, but at the same time, nothing close to the full truth either.

"Good lad, if your body tells you something you shouldn't ignore it. You could seriously injure yourself if you don't." Dan answered sagely, "We'll be down at the beach if you need us."

After a few seconds of "I hope you're feeling better soon" from the female Grangers, they continued their walk.

Waiting for a few minutes to make sure nobody returned for forgotten items, Harry let Aneira outside before quickly scampering to his room and securely closing the door behind him. Stationing himself on the bed, he ripped his shorts down and immediately took his still-hard prick in hand. Despite Emma's warnings, he could not stop his hand from pumping as fast as he could make it, images of Hermione, Melody, Emma, Apolline, Lucy, and (most embarrassing of all) little Gabrielle flitted through his head as he rapidly approached his first orgasm.

Roughly forty-five minutes later, Harry fell back onto his bed, breathing heavily. Five times! Whatever Gabrielle had done had forced him to masturbate five times just to get back to a point where he could focus again.

Harry decided to get his mind off the little blond girl and whatever a Veela was, so he fell back to his stand-by project - improving his pyrokinetic abilities. Since it was a non-magical beach, he still had to follow the restrictions set in place by the Statute: as long as he and the girls weren't seen, there were no problems.

Before he could try to think of an area to train in that was both nonflammable (ruling out the hut) and away from Muggles (ruling out a good 95% of the area,) he heard someone come in. He turned towards his door, only for it to swing open.

"Hi, Mel." Harry greeted his apprentice, a bit uncomfortable. While he was partially accustomed to being naked around the Grangers, his libido was still through the roof thanks to whatever that little blond girl did to him. The girl before him was cute - cute enough to fuck, he admitted - but he wanted to wait until he took Emma before going after her daughters. He used this reasoning in an attempt to ignore his attraction to her. "So what are you doing here? I thought you wouldn't be back for a while."

"I came to see if you're alright. I - I mean we - were worried. You seemed really distracted earlier. Is everything okay?" Melody asked, concerned about the wellbeing of her friend.

"I'm fine. Just… restless," Harry explained to his friend and apprentice, "so I thought I would find somewhere to train."

"Can I come with you, Master?" Melody requested as she slipped into her Apprentice persona. "Being around so much water makes me feel antsy. A good venting sounds perfect."

Before Harry could respond, his lower bits decided for him. The second Melody called him 'Master,' his cock sprang up, twitching needily as if he had neglected masturbating for weeks, when it was less than half an hour ago when he last did so. Melody saw his reaction and blushed, surprised she affected him so much.

"I'll, uh, be right back," Harry muttered awkwardly as he turned, prepared to march into his bathroom and jerk himself off yet again.

"Can I help with that, Master?" Melody blurted mindlessly, cutting off his retreat. Her eyes shot open, and her hands clamped themselves over her mouth as her face transitioned to a burning scarlet. 'DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD?!' She screamed in her head.

Harry was shocked at the offer, but his cock grew even harder at the thought. Forgetting his plan to take Emma first, he asked, "Do you know how to?"

Harry was hoping that she could. If he couldn't have the female Granger he wanted, he might as well go for one of her daughter's - one who was willing and could be considered eager.

"Y-Yes," Melody squeaked out, "My mother explained it to us when we asked about different kinds of sexual acts." Harry looked surprised Emma would go into such detail, but remembered his own Talk being pretty hands-on, "My parents don't like the idea of us knowing these things at such a young age, but they believe that being forewarned is forearmed. We've always been very curious girls though, so I don't think we gave them a choice about it, either…" she admitted.

Harry was suddenly very grateful the Grangers were such intelligent people. Melody knowing what to do - and being fully willing to help - was exactly what he needed. It was pretty obvious that taking matters into his own hands was largely pointless, considering how ineffective it was. "If you know what you're doing, I won't stop you from helping me."

( . Y . ) ( . Y . )

Harry slid the heel of his hand down her torso and took a nipple between his finger and thumb. He wanted to make sure she really wanted this, and Mel's response to his actions confirmed it. She gasped and squirmed closer to him as he gently rolled the little nub between his fingers.

"Oh, that feels good," she moaned before pulling away from her Master and allowed her left hand roam up his thigh. It didn't take long for her to reach her goal.

"Wow Master, you're almost the same size as Daddy, and you're not even an adult yet," she said in awe, smirking when she saw his cock twitch at her calling him Master. She immediately wrapped her hands around it, and began to slowly stroke. Harry slid his hand back to her breasts as she was doing this. She was positively radiating with the heat of her excitement. Melody was working Harry's cock with teasingly slow motions, stroking its entire length with her small, smooth hand. She felt it jump in her hand a few times, and looked up to see Harry wearing a pleased grin.

"Ahh, that feels wonderful," he moaned.

"I'm just warming up, my master," Melody mewled lustily as she continued to stroke his cock.

After a few moments, she saw what she believed to be pre-cum. It started to leak from the slit and gently flow down his shaft; she put her head near his cock and began to lick it, wanting to experience the taste. It was a bit salty, the unique flavour a new experience to her, but she liked it. When all the pre-cum had been licked clean she decided to continue licking his cock as she mused about the differences between practice and application. The real thing was almost nothing like doing it on a banana; it was much better. Before long, she thought to try another new experience and dipped her head down, taking several inches of his cock into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down on his shaft.

It wasn't long before Harry knew it was time for him to take control. If he didn't, she would soon have a gooey white mess covering that beautiful face, and Harry had other other plans for how he finished. If she was willing to go this far for him without his guidance, Harry wondered how far he could get her to go with a bit of direction. He slid his hand from her breast and guided her into his lap with her straddling his legs.

Harry didn't waste much time before taking one of her hard nipples into his mouth. She arched her back and grabbed the back of his head, urging him further into her chest. For someone who was so young, she had volumes of lust in her. He wondered if she, too, had hit puberty and if her hormones were playing with her, as well.

Seeing that she wasn't at all bothered by his actions, Harry took turns sucking her hard nipples for a while before sliding his hands down her smooth back. As he got to the bottom, he slid his hands under her to cup the cheeks of her firm ass. She lifted a bit to provide her master better access. Harry took the opportunity to lift her completely and lay her on her back. He knelt between Melody's legs, his cock pointing eagerly toward her pink slit. 'Soon, my friend,' he smirked to himself, 'We have things to attend to first.'

Harry kissed her lips, and she returned it with vigour. After a few seconds, he broke the kiss and started trailing kisses lightly down her body, teasing her along the way. He started with her neck, trailing down her left side until he reached her breasts. Harry began covering her left breast with kisses, making sure to completely avoid her nipple. Melody was thrusting her chest up towards him with each touch, silently begging for more stimulation. Harry ignored her, giving the same treatment to her other breast before trailing more kisses down her stomach, stopping just above her clit. She eagerly spread her legs wide, inviting any stimulation her master would bestow her.

Harry surrounded her slit with kisses before slowly starting to tease her tiny clit. He was immediately rewarded with a moan, and he could feel her juices starting to trickle out of her hot, pink pussy. Harry lowered his head to her opening and swirled his tongue around to get a taste of her nectar before returning to her clit. Her moans became more wanton as she arched into her mouth. Harry would occasionally swirl his tongue back through her juicy slit, occasionally going as far as her ass, before working his way back to her clit. She was slowly coiling up release to what Harry hoped would be a fantastic climax.

He wasn't disappointed. Melody groaned loudly as her thighs clamped around his head, her body desperate to maintain the stimulation her Master's tongue was granting her over-sensitive clit. Harry held his tongue to her tiny button as best as he could, eager to drive her higher. She continued spasming for nearly a minute before going limp as the orgasm finally faded away.

She looked up at her Master through half-lidded eyes. Her legs were pried back open, and Harry was kneeling between them, his cock now stroking over the mound of her pussy, making it's need known. She flashed him a small smile and reached down to grab it, relishing in its feel once again as she positioned it at her opening. She scooted towards him just enough to get the tip lodged against her opening before she hooked her heels behind his ass and tried to pull him towards her. Harry slowly allowed himself to slide into her silky depths, and she let out a long, low sigh as he filled her young channel. Harry didn't have long to work before filling her lovely channel with the hot cum that nearly decorated her face earlier.

Melody had been relishing the feel of him slowly working in and out when she felt her master push deep inside of her before tensing up. She put a hand to either side of his head and looked him in the eyes as he came deep inside her. As Harry relaxed, she pulled him against her with another sexy sigh.

( . Y . ) ( . Y . )

The two of them lay together for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of their breathing. Harry felt relieved and content, more so than after masturbating; he knew now that masturbation wasn't for him, but until now, that was all he had to help. Now that he had Melody, things were going to get interesting. He might not have gotten the mother, but he did get one of the daughters. He needed to set some rules, though. It may have been a pretty big turn on to have Melody call him "Master," but he didn't want her to call him that all the time, especially when others could hear her. He promised himself he would talk with her about it later.

As the two were laying there together, Melody said, "That was wonderful, Master. It was a great first time; I'd love to do more… show you what I learned from mum. I know a lot, and I'd love to show you what I can do."

There was a lustful look in Melody's eyes as she ran her hand down her body, paying special attention to her pussy as she passed over it.

Harry just had to smile, he didn't think that Emma was able to teach her daughter any more than what just been demonstrated, but that didn't mean he wasn't willing to find out. It was at this point that Lucy appeared in his head and sighed in disappointment at not getting to see her brother fuck the younger Granger - she would have to watch the memories later. Knowing that the rest of the Grangers could return at any moment, Harry sighed and said, "Not right now, Melody. We don't know when your sister and parents will be back. What do you think they'd do if they saw us?"

As much as she hated to admit it, her master was right. Her family would… well she didn't know how they would react, but it would most likely be poorly. With a sigh she said, "I understand, Master. What do you want to do?"

"Well, we should clean up. Maybe after, we could find somewhere to train," Harry decided with an eager smile.

"Sure, Master," Melody agreed as she got up. Both of them went to the bathroom to clean up, and emerged not ten minutes later in search of somewhere to train.

o0OoO0o

20th of August - La Grande Cosse, the Beach:

It had been three weeks since Harry fucked Melody, and things couldn't have been better. Their friendship had changed, but that honestly wasn't very surprising after what transpired between them that day.

Harry had talked to Melody in the time since, confronting her about calling him 'Master.' He told her that he was okay with her doing so, but she wasn't allowed to do it around those who didn't know, and especially not in public. When around Hermione, she had to make sure that she wasn't making it sound sexual when she called him 'Master,' or Hermione would ask questions that neither of them wanted to answer.

Harry quickly learned that Melody was somewhat of a nymphomaniac; every training session usually ended with two of them wrapped around each other once Hermione was gone. Melody would usually pounce on him and inhale his cock while Harry was steadily improving his cunninglingus to return the favor.

It had extended outside of their training sessions, too. Melody, like her sister, was an incredibly early riser. More often than not, Harry would wake up to Melody suckling on him. He told her that just shaking his shoulder to wake him was fine, but she insisted her way was better. Harry really couldn't argue, as her method of waking him felt fantastic. His only concern was that they would get caught, but all thoughts of consequences were forgotten each time Melody woke him up. He wasn't going to give this up unless he absolutely had to.

Lucy also seemed rather happy that he was fucking Melody, but pointed out that he shouldn't settle for just one girl; he should find others to fuck, too. Harry wasn't against the idea, but he had to be careful about who he fucked. He didn't want to fuck someone and have the decision come back to bite him in the ass later on.

Apart for the new sexual aspects of his life, not much changed. Harry, Melody and Hermione had finally gained some ground on their Telepathy; they were able to send the odd word to each other through their mind, but but only while in the same room as each other. It wasn't much, but it was a start. They had also had some small success on the Force Jump, adding a few more feet to their normal jump.

Harry was working on his own to master Force Stealth before summer's end, but couldn't make much headway unless he could find someone who could sense magic. Otherwise, it would be nearly impossible to know if he was making any progress.

Other than the training with the Granger girls, Harry was still regularly returning to England for his sword training with Syrio Forel, and to keep an eye on The Abyss. It would seem that a group of people wanted to rent an auction house to sell some things. The request itself wasn't abnormal, but the items being sold were different than normal. Patrons often rented auction houses within The Abyss to sell dark or illegal items, but this was the first ever request to use his establishment as a place to sell slaves. Harry was interested in seeing how it played out, and what sort of people were being sold, so he scheduled it for the day after he got back to England.

There were still a few days before he and the Grangers would be returning back to England, and Harry couldn't wait. He already had a list of things to do as soon as they returned, including seeing how the new auction would go, and going to visit Ember. He got a few letters from her after clearing up his mail situation. She had a few problems with Ron at the start, but things had gotten better, and now she was friends with the only Weasley daughter, Ginny. Ember warned him that her new friend was a Boy-Who-Lived fangirl, but Harry already knew this thanks to the Weasley twins.

Harry was currently spending his time lying in an unused, refurbished light-house, but his musings ground to a halt as he felt a bout of arousal slam into him like a tidal wave. His cock was instantly standing straight, pulsing with blood; his breath came in short, hot pants as he looked around wildly. It was the little French girl again - it had to be. The feeling was exactly the same as before, but even more intense.

He quickly spotted the silvery-blonde hair of Gabrielle Delacour. She made no attempt to hide, boldly standing right in the middle of the beach, right outside of a small locker room building. She flashed him a mischievous smile and ducked inside the structure, her long hair flaring out as she turned on her heel, acting like a red flag to Harry's bull.

Not even his Occlumency was working as his mind fogged over; his hormones demanded he take action. Harry drunkenly climbed to his feet and stumbled after the girl, his shorts left behind without a thought, his erection pointing the way. If the beach had been anything more than deserted, he would likely get in trouble for this, but Harry was long past being able to care.

It took a few strides before he got to his prize: an incredibly eager Gabrielle Delacour, her arms open and legs spread, putting her tiny pussy on full display. As soon as Harry got near her, she jumped right into him, whispering into his ear to take her to his tower and to ravage her. With the state he was in at the moment, he was quick to agree; they went back to his tower and secured the doors behind them.

Outside the tower, Apolline Delacour sighed as she followed the tracking charms placed on her daughter. She cursed herself for not thinking things through; she knew it was a bad idea to give her daughter the Veela version of The Talk while Harry was still in the area; she should have waited until they left.

The girl had gotten it into her head that she would give herself to her storybook hero and they would be together forever. Appoline partially agreed with the plan, at least in theory. Gabrielle was a Veela, and if she felt that strongly for Harry, it was probably meant to be. In addition, the boy had already shown signs of heavy resistance to the Allure, which could one day evolve into full immunity. But the plan was doomed to fail.

Harry seemed to have the usual human hang-ups about sex, albeit not as badly as most. From her observations of his expression and demeanour in their first meeting, he was confused and embarrassed, but mortification had been an incredibly distant third. Gabrielle knew this because Apolline had tried to talk the girl out of it, advising her to wait a few years before searching him out again, since the only way to get over these hangups at the moment was to throw so much of her Allure at him that he would be unable to think straight for long enough to notice that what he was doing was 'immoral.' The level of power needed to overcome Harry's high resistance was too much for even Gabrielle to create, and Apolline made sure that much was known to her daughter.

The woman really should have known better. Fleur would have been much easier to dissuade from such a foolish idea. Apolline wished Gabrielle would be a bit more like her older sister, because the next thing she knew, her incredibly daughter was marching towards the beach with determination pouring off of her with each step. She had been lucky that her daughter had been unable to find Harry Potter on the beach over the past few weeks, but her luck finally ran out.

One stealthy x-ray charm later, and Apolline could see exactly what was happening inside. She wasn't sure how she felt about what she saw. On one hand, her daughter had actually managed it, and rightfully deserved her prize. On the other hand, the chances were that Harry, a twelve-year-old boy, wouldn't see this as anything more than easy pleasure with no strings attached - meaning heartache for Gabrielle. He was, after all, a young boy who most likely just hit puberty and started to masturbate, so this could just be some fun for the boy. It wasn't like anything could go wrong - how could it?

She sighed and decided to let things play out. Appoline tossed up a muggle-repelling ward and a powerful Notice-Me-Not spell on the building, as well as a sound-proofing charm to make sure no sound escaped. Satisfied that nothing would interrupt the two kids, she conjured a beach towel and laid down; no sense in letting this opportunity go to waste.

( . v . ) ( . v . )

Back inside, Gabrielle was encountering problems with her 'fool-proof' plan; the height difference was making things complicated. Harry was taller than Gabrielle by a good deal. The young girl cursed her petite figure; she had always been small. Because of this, her pussy wasn't the closest orifice to his cock - her mouth was. Needless to say, Gabrielle quickly began to wish that she was taller.

Gabrielle wanted to be fucked like a real woman, but Harry had other ideas. All he wanted right now was pleasure and release, with very little regard for where it came from or if it hurt his partner. With his goal in mind, he grabbed the young girl's hair, pulled her back, and lined her mouth up to his cock.

Gabrielle's feelings were mixed as she felt Harry mindlessly grind his length against her cheek, moaning at the silky smooth skin before he pulled back and pushed the head against her lips insistently. Part of her wanted to feel the head of his penis pushing at her labia, but instead she found said penis at her mouth, urging for entrance into the warm, moist orifice. She wished to change this, but Harry was several years older, a good deal physically stronger than her, and the only weapon she had in this situation was the exact reason he was so aroused. She could, of course, kick or strike him in some fashion, but she would never do that to her crush.

The young girl was denied any choice in the matter; as soon as her lips started to part - most likely to speak, or lick his shaft - he shoved himself inside her mouth in an instant. He made sure not to make the impulsive girl gag - knowing where that spot was from accidents with Melody - but his grip on her head and his fingers entangled in her hair were a pretty good indicator that his cock would not be going anywhere any time soon as Harry started to fuck Gabrielle's mouth.

Despite the situation being what most would consider unfavourable, Gabrielle did not offer any resistance. In fact, she did the opposite, shifting until she was in a better position for him to thrust into her mouth as she worked her tongue and lips, trying to bring Harry as much pleasure as possible.

With the state Harry was in, he quickly reached release. Soon enough, with a half-feral grunt, he came. He roughly shoved his cock into Gabrielle's throat as his cock thickened slightly before a flood of semen started pouring directly into the little blonde's stomach. A distant part of him was ecstatic at how great the blonde's mouth felt. She may have been young, but she seemed to be even better at sucking cock than Melody.

In truth the, little Veela was just following her instincts, putting her entire focus on making him feel good. It paid off, too, as Gabrielle moaned erotically, a sound no six-year-old should have any business making, made even more erotic as she Harry's manhood muffled the sound. She felt her body tingle as the magic within his seed start to course through her. A human girl would have been choking and gagging, but she was a Veela and could control her gag reflex. She still needed air, obviously, but that was a simple matter to suppress her body's desire to pull herself away from him until he was done.

Gabrielle did eventually pull back once Harry's orgasm had ended, her belly nice and warm. She took greedy, solid gulps of air for the first time in several minutes. She tried to reposition herself so she could finally give herself fully to her hero, but Harry only saw her wonderful mouth moving somewhere that was not right back onto his cock and reacted. She let out a yelp as the older boy tugged her hair once again, pulling her head back down onto his cock as he slipped back into her mouth, continuing his selfish pace like nothing happened.

Gabrielle pouted up at him, but continued to please him to the best of her abilities. Her mother had told her that getting her hopes up was simply preparing for disappointment, and that men tended to go limp after one orgasm, but Gabrielle had insisted her hero would be virile enough to keep going no matter what she did. Just went to show how much of a genius she was! She would have laughed triumphantly, but her throat was already in use.

The little Veela settled in for a wait; Harry would grow tired of her throat and want more, soon enough. She just needed to be patient.

( . v . ) ( . v . )

Apolline raised an immaculate eyebrow as she lifted her head up and looked at the old lighthouse. She had been sunbathing for almost an hour now, and neither of the two had left yet. Frankly, she was wondering if the last Potter had finished and passed out from the strength of it, with Gabrielle deciding to stay with him to take credit for it in person when he was himself. She knew that any normal mother would have rushed in possibly beaten Harry bloody, but she was a Veela and the mother of a Veela, so her way of doing things was different from a human's. Veela were a sexual race, ready for sex at an incredibly young age - typically around six or seven years old. Most dreaded when the Allure would kick in, since it was such a huge change, and it came with many dangers. Orphaned Veela had little hope for being used as anything more than toys once this kicked in, unlike those who had families to protect them. Even Veela adopted by humans were at risk, as even the most protective father could end up forcing himself on his adopted daughter if she had a strong enough allure, or if he was easily susceptible to it.

She was growing a bit worried, was preparing to cast another x-ray charm when an exhausted Harry Potter came out of the tower. His flaccid penis was visibly shiny as he hurriedly made his way over to his belongings and threw his shorts back on before retreating back to - what Apolline assumed was - his cabin. He shot her a dangerous look as he made his retreat - a warning not to be there when he returned, or there would be hell to pay.

Fearing the worst, she banished her own supplies, the mother of two made her way towards the tower he exited. She knew that he was right to be angry with her and her daughter, although he was only a boy, he exuded power. If his ability to resist the allure was any indication, she had to wonder what else he was capable of. She didn't want to learn quite yet, so she corralled her daughter prepared to leave the beach. Appoline was almost amused at the state of her daughter, despite the not-so-obvious threat from Harry. The child was stumbling as she walked, and her belly was visibly bloated; her lower face and chest were covered in a combination of cum and saliva.

"So full…" the girl moaned.

"So it went well then?" Apolline asked her daughter with a raised eyebrow, not wanting to worry her about her crush.

Gabrielle's cloudy eyes focused slightly as she pouted. "He was so forceful, maman. He wouldn't let me get into position! He kept taking my mouth over and over! It's not fair!" she exclaimed in minor frustration, failing to convince anyone that she was angry as she rubbed her belly affectionately.

Apolline laughed at her daughter's plight. She had to give her offspring credit, her plan had nearly worked, but the amount of arousal needed to overcome his resistance resulted in him manhandling her before she could get control of things.

"Learn from this, my little angel. Not everything you want will go to plan. I'm sure your next plan will be successful… unless you're going to give up?" she challenged with a small smile. Gabrielle puffed out her dirty chest, trying to make herself look bigger than she was.

"Never! I will keep trying again and again until we're together forever!" she declared firmly, meaning every word.

Apolline was glad her daughter's words did not trigger a magical vow; instead, it was simply a show of her resolve. Still, there was no telling if the two would meet again, so it was possible the promise Gabrielle made to herself was harmless. She hoped that her daughter would forget about all this, but she knew how incredibly unlikely that was.

'Well, at least Sebastian will have plenty of time to prepare his 'scary father' routine now that he knows who he's going to be using it on,' she thought to herself, amused. She knew that her daughter was far too proactive to fail; the girl wouldn't stop until she was with Harry, one way or another.

Rolling her eyes as her daughter giggled like a typical girl her age and started massaging the mess into her chest and face, Apolline used a cleaning charm to remove the evidence of her recent activities.

Gabrielle pouted mightily, her favorite toy having been taken away from her - she was still enjoying it!

"Come along, Gabrielle, you've had your fun. I'm sure you can ambush Monsieur Potter at a later date, but we need to get back to the manor," she said as she grabbed her daughter's hand and lead the unresisting girl away. She sighed as Gabrielle began chattering at a lightning fast speed, planning her next romantic meeting with her crush.

o0OoO0o

Only when Harry had returned to his hut and slumped onto his bed did he finally relax and allow himself to calm down enough to think. What happened was not illegal, in the strictest sense, at least. Now that he was thinking clearly, he could very plainly see Gabrielle had planned what happened to him, at least partially. He had no idea why this was. He could understand it if she was old enough for him to consider a 'Boy-Who-Lived' fangirl, but what sort of six-year-old - no matter their race - decided to throw themselves at someone like that?

He really needed to get back to Hogwarts and its incredibly useful library, or hopefully get a book from Rue de Lumière that could tell him more about Veela.

Potential guilt and mental blue-screen averted, Harry made the decision to just avoid Gabrielle in the future. He wanted no part of whatever it was Gabrielle did to him; he disliked not being in control of himself. There was also the possibility that he could accidentally force himself on Hermione, Mel, or Emma while in such a state, and not care until it was over and done with. There was no way he could tell anyone; he knew he would end up taking the blame for the whole thing, anyway.

To be Continued!

Author's Note: Here ends the third part of The Serpent's Lair Saga, I would like to thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it and spend a few moments to review. I hope you read all of this note, as I would like your feedback on some of these, to help me out in the story. Now should there be those who didn't take my warning at the start of the story and stopped reading and now hate it, please do not moan like a little bitch. I did warn you at the start what was going to happen, and if you kept on read after knowing this, you're the only one to blame for not enjoying the story.

I know that some of you might not like the idea of Harry having sex with Emma, but the idea seems sound in my option. Harry is a Fire Mystic, and from what I have read fire elementals have problems with their anger and their lust, so I thought I would use those two feelings to make Harry darker. In this case, Harry wants Emma and Dan is in his way, and so Harry is going to kill of one of the things getting in his way getting Emma. And with being Lucy back sooner, Harry's true darker side, it'll only matter of time before Harry becomes dark/evil. Something you all wanted. If this way isn't what you like, I would like you to give me the ideas on how.

Before I start and write the next chapter, I'm going to take a week or so off writing this story so I can get the reviews in, but I would like you help, would you mind if I have both Ginny and Ember opening the Chamber. The idea that me and one of my Beta Reader's had was that as a bonding activity, the two new friends write in the diary and over time both are taken control of, and Tom makes them do things for him. What do you think?

The next chapter should be the last summer chapter before we start the second year, so I would like to ask what you would like to happen during the second year. A lot of new things have been added, so would like your thoughts about what I should do in the year.

After reading your reviews, I would like to inform you all that I'll be keeping the basilisk alive.

I would like to ask for help for the second year, I would like ideas for pranks that Harry and the twins could pull over the year. I hope you can help with coming up with ideas, I'm wanting a few magical and non-magical ones. I hope you can help as I would like some to pull over the year.

I'm still after ideas of how Harry could turn his friends Dark and joining him, instead of using Confundus Charm. while I have set up a few things already, I would like ideas for the others, so any and all ideas are welcomed.

Next on Rise of Overlord Vulcan: In the next chapter we'll see Harry deciding on Daniel Granger's fate, and we'll see him meeting the Weasleys and catching up with Ember. This'll be the last chapter for the summer, before getting starting the second year. So let me know what you would like to see happen with Ember during the summer. You got one week before I start writing again.