With tiny Michael cowering on the floor, Cleo Nefertiti, a native Egyptian Arab, performs an erotic dance for him. It's how she started out, after all.

Michael gapes up at her, of course. He's still a thousandth his normal size. For part of it, her aspy sidekick slithers in, and surrounds tiny Michael with her coils. She holds her neck over Michael like a crane, and bares her fangs.

Ms. Nefertiti angrily waves, getting the snake's attention. She shakes her finger, and her head, in the asp's direction. She reminds her snake NOT to distract little Michael from her ass.

Michael would hate to be distracted, of course. Ms. Nefertiti's got one of the most magnificent asses he's ever seen. If he'd be so bold, it almost puts Agatha's to shame...and Mrs. Malfoy's.

Onward, the Arab giantess dances. In the Serpent Solutions, they call her the Asp. She's certainly owned up to that label. If not for Agatha, Michael would fall for her. But then, that's an allusion to her other alias: the Temptress.

Lying on her side on her bed, Loren Strucker, the Black Knight, holds little Michael between two fingers, by his legs. She dangles him in front of her face, bops his cock with a black-polished finger, and giggles. Now, she tosses him into the air.

With her mutant power, she creates a shield just beneath him. It catches him. As a mutant, Loren can control molecules. More specifically, she can assemble molecules, and generate shields.

She can also turn these shields into rotary disks...so she does. Keeping Michael bound to the shield, she spins her little shield around at various hyper-speeds. In doing so, she makes Michael very sick.

From the same matter, she assembles a little catapault. With it, she launches Michael back to him. While in midair, he vomits.

Ms. Strucker raises her bare leg. Michael falls onto the lower one. Once he's landed, she lowers her leg, trapping him between her thighs. It's time to get to work on him. She's pretty sure he can't handle this. Too bad; she's waited way too long for sex with W'Kabi...and is now very sure she's not going to get it. Meanwhile, Michael's too cute to pass up.

Now, it's Ms. Dultry's turn. She holds little Michael between her humongous red thighs, and vibrates like a dragonfly. She gives both Michael and herself the most exciting experience of both of their lives. With his Ravenclaw nervousness, he can only enhance the process.

Ms. Dultry is a Latina of Amazonas. She's been mutated into a human/dragonfly hybrid. Dragonfly, the Ani-Men once called her.

With her thighs still squeezed together, she leaps to her feet. She rubs her hands together, as if she was a real dragonfly. She's got big brown eyes...and dragonfly-like wings coming out of her back...almost like Angel Salvadore, the mutant.

Upside down, she ties him to a string that hangs from the front of her panties. Once he's secure, she takes off, and flies in circles around the seraglio. She gets very high. And to think that this is being done without a single leaf of dope.

Michael should be more afraid. Alas, Michael is a Ravenclaw; the broomstick runs in his family like bitterness runs in Agatha's matriline. (The name Malfoy means "bitter," after all.) He just hangs, and gawks down at the flight...and prays against prayer that an accident won't command him to give away his status as a wizard to any of W'Kabi's wives...as weird as it still feels, helping twenty-five women cheat on their husband. But then, Michael also can't say that helping Mrs. Malfoy cheat on her husband...and not to mention himself cheat on Agatha...was any less surreal.

In many laps, the Dragonfly flies, with the tiny Michael hanging from her panties. Good thing W'Kabi's not here; he'd probably have her punished for flying in public while indecent. But then, if he did, at least there was a chance that'd get sexual. For sex with W'Kabi, that'd have to happen by chance; as small as Michael is, getting sex from him is a surefire guarantee.

Once Michael is grounded, it's now Teresa Vasquez's turn. She's a very bad girl. Her life of crime would impress most...as it's impressed both a lot of cops, and a lot of Avengers. And to think that some of the Avengers have superpowers...

Ms. Vasquez is a Puerto Rican Latina. No doubt, she's got a lot of Taíno ancestors. Michael sure hopes most of them are matrilineal. But then, if they're patrilineal, that'd better explain her savage nature.

And yes, at one point, Ms. Vasquez introduces him to her pet fer-de-lance viper. The Serpent Society, after all, calls her the Fer-de-Lance. She flicks her tongue, and taunts little Michael, while fortifying him within her coils. For him, there's never an escape. She just has to wait for Ms. Vasquez to reach in, and pull him out.

Few of these harem women love to pull down Michael's briefs and rape him like Ms. Vasquez does. If Michael didn't already love Agatha, he'd want more of this. Even so, he could probably use less of the getting-taunted-by-huge-snakes. The Asp's asp isn't too bad... Other than that, though, Michael is more of a bird guy.

He'd just...hate to get spotted by a roller and mistaken for a bug, of course.

Vinh Sa, a Vietnamese jewel, sprawls her hot body out all over the inner floor of a stepped well...and turns into quicksand, her signature substance. Once, she had an accident that turned her into a human/quicksand hybrid. The accident involved a nuclear reactor, and a fight with Thor. She lost.

Now, little Michael is on her surface. Each time he moves, he sinks a little deeper. Deviously, Ms. Sa speeds up the process, without warning him.

For a long time, they do this. Of all of W'Kabi's wives who've BDSMed him, he's the most terrified of how Quicksand does it. But of course, he's a Ravenclaw. As an air elemental, it makes sense how anything ground-related would intimidate him... Even if Quicksand is elementally more like water than earth...

It's women like Quicksand who cause Michael to miss Agatha. If not for her, he wouldn't mind a second round with Asp.

At long last, poor Michael is in the green-polished clutches of Ophelia Sarkissian, the Viper. She's a Hungarian-Russian mutant who can control toxins. In addition, she has snake physiology...complete with a flicking forked tongue.

For little Michael, Dr. Sarkissian only generates medical toxins. To him, they feel like therapy. She is, without a doubt, the best potioneer who's ever fucked him. She almost makes the Malfoy women look lame. And yet...not, at the same time. She dresses in the same color as the Malfoy women, after all...and not to mention a lot of female Slytherin classmates of Michael's, back at Hogwarts...

Holding him by his feet in front of her lips, she licks him, repeatedly, with her serpentine tongue. Her tongue's a bit messy, and tickles. Nonetheless, Michael does enjoy this, a bit. He lets the Viper have at him. He can tell she's sex-starved. He can tell she's married a black man who's neglected her.

"You're ours, little Michael," Dr. Sarkissian sneers, in her lovely Hungarian-Russian accent, between licks. "If our Queen thinks she can take you from us, then as the Masters of Evil, we WILL rise against her Majesty."

Michael's not sure if he likes the sound of this. He's not sure if he'd like to meet their Queen. With luck, though, he won't. He never would've said this back at Hogwarts...but he's got WAY too many women in his life, as it is...