Edited 05/03/2020
Harry faced the cave wall. The bicorn's power bubbled up inside of him as he held his hand parallel to the wall. All five of the creature's elements erupted making it a struggle to single out fire. It took a heavy use of his consciousness power to separate fire from the rest. A small ball of flame appeared inches from his palm. Keeping the ball in his hand had a cost of qi. It burned some of the essence in the air but most of its from came from Harry's qi.
With a bit more qi the ball increased in size from a tiny marble of flame to a soft ball of heat. Through the burning qi Harry could manipulated the ball. He made it spin in place above his hand and revolve around him. He packed the ball down to the size of a marble again and made two more. The three balls of fire rotated around his finger. The small balls of heat glowed brighter when he condensed them further.
Now they were the size of grains of rice. They spun at his fingertip blindingly bright. This was the limit of his control. Every bit of his consciousness power was devoted to condensing the flames.
This was his daily practice. Each day he practiced a different element growing more used to bicorn's power. With his practice finished, he pointed his hand at the cave wall and unleashed a wide cone of flames.
It took some time and a lot of qi, but the stone turned white then cracked and began to melt. Harry let the molten rock fall into a ditch and flowed out of the cave. Orbs of sever all shot forward guiding the molten rock and cutting it cleanly. As the molten slag flowed down the mountain Harry continued to blast the wall.
"Good work Harry, this cave will need to be extended if my mate and her young are to live here." Gondor praised. It had been seven days since he'd started burning his way through the rock of Gondor's cave. Each day he spent hours burning through rock increasing his skill with fire.
"Do you have to die to perpetuate your race? Who decided that you had to die?" Harry asked. He was taking a break from melting rock to talk.
"Harry I'm forty-nine and I've called many times for a mate. One must show, my time approaches. My mate will take care of you both as I would." Gondor said.
"It is often our way. We aren't mammals Harry." Hysisa said. She coiled in a corner far from the molten slag pouring down the mountain. Her scales had begun healing and she looked healthier. Harry could see her bra had filled out since consuming her prey. Her cobra hood held a more vibrant color.
"You have breasts meant to produce milk doesn't that make you a mammal too." Harry argued.
"They are filled with a powerful poison. My kind were designed to feed on humans." Hysisa replied quietly.
"Designed, who was the designer?" Harry asked.
"They are long dead Harry. Their bones were picked clean by my kind thousands of years ago." Gondor said. "That was when dragon kind went to war. There has not been a war since in thousands of years. The great mothers of my kind made sure of it." Gondor said.
"That doesn't tell me who you went to war with or why. Did they enslave her kind after their creation, what happened?" Harry asked.
"Slave Hysisa do you recall who made you. The knowledge of the last enemy is vacant from my mind. I'm lacking the fine details of the past." Gondor said. The dragon looked embarrassed.
"They were the Olympians. Before they became Christian saints and before they were adopted by Rome, they created monsters. That's what gods do they make beings like us in their squabbles and forget about us. My species came from Hera goddess of childbirth and marriage. Zeus set his eyes on Lamia the daughter of Belus the king of Egypt and Libya." Hysisa said.
"It didn't end well did it." Harry said in a grim voice.
"It didn't and we all suffered for it. Zeus impregnated Lamia and Hera took revenge on the victim. She put a curse on Lamia and when the child was born, she consumed it. Zeus disgusted with the woman turned her into a serpent. Because serpents eat their own young. The magic wasn't stable and generations after her adapted until I was born." Hysisa slithered around Harry.
Harry felt his heart race when she coiled around him. Her stomach was soft to the tough smooth like human skin. Her scales rubbed against him cold but not uncomfortable. She placed a hand on her leather bra and pulled it up. Harry saw a white clear substance leak from her breast.
"Drink enough of that and you'll be begging for me to eat you." Harry stared at the dark nipple. It smelled like milk to him and he felt something odd in his stomach. Hysisa quickly put her bra back on.
Harry forced qi through his body and felt his mind clear up. "That was something."
"There is a creature like us out there called a veela. Their allure is magical while ours is chemical in nature." She grabbed her breasts. "The larger a naga's breasts the deadlier."
"What are veela?" Harry asked.
"They are a stable breed between succubus, siren, and human. Before the great separation a Gol wizard turned vampire by the name of Lois D Villa bred them. His goal was the acquire the best tasting prey. He took the hell fire and visual allure from the succubus, the vocal allure and avian appearance of the siren, and the sweet blood and form of humans to craft the veela. Many vampire nobles took up the practice." Gondor said.
"Where did you learn that Sir Gondor?" Harry asked.
"In my younger days, I studied the old histories of the world. I hoped that my mate would keep that part of my spark to pass on to our brood. But as I grew older and met some of the fairer sex of my species, I realized history wasn't their concern. What they valued was gold, a large cave, and food for themselves and their brood." Gondor said.
"What if I could take your mind into myself before you died? I could keep your soul, while your mate took your spark." Harry said.
"Are you perhaps a child of Hades Harry?" Hysisa asked.
"No," Harry said out of hand. He laid against her human half with his head between her dangerous breasts. She coiled around him creating something of a seat.
Days later he opened his eyes from meditation his cultivation base was in the middle of the seventh stage. The fastest way to increase his base was to drain it and then replenish it repeatedly. It wore away at his limits widening his pool each time. In the time he'd been here, he'd increased the Dragon's lair by a factor of three times. With a bit of welding and smithing on Harry's part he piped some water from Cocytus river to the cave. The fresh water cooled down the cave considerable during their renovation session.
Hysisa was laying in the pool cooling down. Harry felt his pants and was absent his wand. The naga girl was waving it in around shooting sparks aimlessly. Harry stepped into the pool and was assaulted by her allure. He gritted his teeth as he approached her. His barrier slowly closed the scent off, but the damage was done.
"Sorry, I thought you'd sleep longer." Hysisa said. Harry took the wand back with a snatch of his hand. His wand vibrated in his hand.
"I wasn't asleep, I was meditating." Harry glared at the snake girl letting his eyes glow green.
"Scary, I'm almost done digesting those wolves." She held up her tail revealing five lumps in her tail they were much smaller than they had been. Harry placed a hand on the lumps. Her scales were smooth to the touch and cold. When he pushed on the lumps they caved in a bit. Hysisa burped quickly and covered her mouth.
"When will you be hungry again?" Harry asked.
"I should eat again in two months after a meal like that. Something light in a month would be ok." Hysisa said.
"Where is Gondor?" Harry asked.
"He's gone to burn down the local goblin tribes and collect their wealth. He's been gone a while but won't be back for another day. It's just the two of us." Hysisa said.
"Something has been bothering me. I was told there were monsters in this land too powerful to survive outside the fairy gate." Harry said.
"There are many monsters that fit that description. The vampire empress Lu Zhi is one beast that can never enter the mortal world again. Many spells were crafted by both British and Chinese wizards to keep her trapped here. They say that crazy bitch has a castle to the east. She's one of the few vampires in the black coven. The foul magics that woman conjures are the darkest." Hysisa said.
"Does she guard one of the keys out of here?" Harry asked.
"No, the vampire who guards their key is empress Chalchiuhnenetzin's consort a vampire by the name of Ren." Harry blinked at the long name then the short name.
"Who are they?" Harry asked.
"Chalchiuhnentzin is an ancient Aztec vampire imprisoned in an old-world temple and unleashed by the Spanish. When the Aztecs stopped offering sacrifice to their sun god the bitch woke up and started killing. The saints were forced to intervene and seal her away here. Time in this land has made her incomparably powerful. She would starve for magic and blood in hours if she left Sanctuary." Hysisa said.
"So, who is Ren?" Harry asked.
"One of the strongest vampires to ever exist. A samurai turned vampire who slew armies for their blood. He has existed since ancient Rome. After tens of thousands of years here he's gained near limitless power." Hysisa said.
"How do you know all of this history?" Harry asked.
"They are the monsters that monsters fear. I've learned everything I could about them." Hysisa said.
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Days passed and Harry's skill with fire increased dramatically. He could melt molten rock for hours on end without growing tired. His refinery was working harder than ever. His greatest improvement by far was his concentration power. If it was 1 when he entered this place, then it was a 25 now. Compared to the 10 when he entered Hogwarts, he was a 3750, and fifty. It was all thanks to building this lair as large as possible.
The entrance to the lair had become massive. Twenty Gondor's could fit in the mouth of the lair with ease. Harry built himself a room with a vented forge and began working on some armor for himself. He only had enough materials to make pig iron but knew he could fit some purity spiral into it.
According to Hysisa the closest key out of here was the vampire kingdom. The next closest area was the underground. He'd fair no better against the ancient drow matrons than the vampires.
His hands shook, when he slammed the hammer. He was getting hungry. After working for a day he'd managed to forge a breast plate. He needed cordage to wear it and needed to venture out into the forest to get it.
Harry heard a powerful roar and left the forge. There flying towards the mouth of the cave was the largest dragon Harry had ever seen.
Its head was as tall as a triple decker bus, only twice as long, and thrice as wide. A semi could pass down its gullet with little trouble. It landed in the lair ripping away large portions of the entrance. Even with all the additions to the cave it was still a tight fit. Most stunning of all about the creature was its scales. They were cherry blossom pink. In some places they were darker shade while in others they were almost white.
The dragoness turned its massive head to Harry. "Greetings little one is this my intended's lair." It said in an ageless feminine voice. Harry looked over to Hysisa to see she was playing dead in fear. Harry swallowed and faced the dragon.
"Yes, this is Gondor's lair mam. I'm his friend Harry. While he's been away, I've been increasing the size of the lair in preparation for your arrival. A massive paw reached out and a talon dug into the stone. It was right where Harry placed his trench. She sucked in a breath through her nostrils then raised her paw to lick it clean of rock.
"How polite, I've not tasted such dense magic from a wizard. Did one of my kin mates with one of your long dead ancestors?" The dragoness asked. She continued the sniff the air before opening her mouth. When her mouth opened it revealed a barbed tongue made for ripping flesh from bone, teeth big and small that lining her mouth, and the black abyss that was her throat.
She sucked in a breath nearly pulling Harry off his feet. Hysisa coiled into a ball to stay on the ground.
"You smell delightfully of sulfur and molten rock but that's from work. No, you are merely a mammal like the crunchy, pointed eared ones. Your age is eleven and yet your magic is potent." She turned her head to see Hysisa.
"I know what you are little worm. Egg devourer, defects of defects, and mammal descent of all the creature's Gondor could keep, why you?" She sucked in a breath then let out a growl. You smell of lust but towards the boy. Then the dragon chuckled. "You are certainly of a similar make."
"My name is Harry Potter mam what's your name?" Harry asked.
The dragoness swiped at the top of the lair and began to rip away chunks of it. Harry froze as deep chunks of stone were ripped from the ceiling and flung from the cliff. After a moment the dragon relaxed. Her head ceased scraping against the top.
"Dear boy my name is Imo, the rabbit slayer. I hunt the mammoth rabbits of the north. You may also call me Empress Imo of ten thousand summers, she who drinks from the earth's veins, or my favorite devourer of sun gods.
"How long has little Gondor been away? I have many thousands of eggs that need fertilizing." The dragoness said before turning her head and winking with five terrifying eyelids. They fluttered like the shutters of a camera.
"Ms. Imo he's been gone for some time. He said he needed to gather a horde of treasure from the goblin villages." Harry said.
One of her massive eyes turned to him and she froze. Seeing such a massive and extremely dangerous predator still was more frightening than seeing it moving. She sniffed the air and froze again.
"I smell the blood of a fellow dragon." She backed out of the lair and Harry ran forward.
"Let me come with you, I know how to heal." Imo paused just long enough for Harry to reach her and grab hold of a dark pink spike.
She leapt from the cliff latched on to the opposite cliff with her talons before launching herself skyward. Imo picked up speed quickly despite the pull of gravity. Her massive wings spread casting the world in darkness. With a flap she took to the sky traveling at an insane speed.
Harry saw the world below her darken as she flew. The sun in the sky winked out as the dragoness flew. She passed through lands until they came upon a goblin metropolis.
Parts of the city were burnt but it was mostly fine. Gondor was hanging in town pin cushioned with massive ballista. His body barely twitched. The goblins below were filling their goblets with the dragon's blood before drinking it down.
It was too late to sound the alarm when Imo arrived. She opened her mouth and half the city vanished. Harry felt heat before the world exploded. When his eyes adjusted to what happened he saw the metal frames of massive buildings. Only parts of the frames remained most were melted into puddles of slag. One of the goblins acted and climbed up on Gondor's body. A silver knife at the dragon's throat.
Imo sucked in a breath and unleashed a terrifying roar. The goblin's heart must have stopped. Harry felt blood fall from his ears on to his chin. This was far beyond him. Imo landed among the corpses of goblin men, women, and children. A city the size of London with a population of seemingly hundreds of thousands was gone. In the blink of an eye a single dragon had obliterated them.
"Harry, see to Gondor." Imo ordered.
Harry approached his dragon friend of a month. "I'm not much to look at am I Harry?" Gondor asked.
Harry felt tears fall from his eyes. How long had Gondor been here tortured by the goblins? He could tell some of the wounds had healed improperly. There were lashes from whips across the dragon's scales. The smell of shite filled Harry's nostrils and he realized feces was sewed in Gondor's side.
"A delicacy among goblins. The pungent odor taints the blood in a way suitable for goblin pallets." Gondor explained. Harry put his hand on his dragon friend and pushed purity spiral into him.
His eyes widened when he felt his magic split into a thousand different directions. There were too many problems and his magic tried to heal everything. "Harry focus on the worst then move to the least." Imo suggested.
"Yes Ms. Imo." Harry said and went after the blood infection from the dung. He pushed white healing qi into the dragon's heart as he worked his way through the blood stream. The heart carried the qi to the infection. Harry quickly rid Gondor of the infection.
"My friend, you must cut open my wound and remove the filth." Gondor said. Harry focused on sever all. He crafted a blade to cut his friend as painlessly as possible.
Once he sliced through the badly sutured wound, he used sever all to sever the filth from the wound. He crafted an orb of purity spiral and placed it in the wound. By the time he closed the large gaping wound in the dragon's side, he was down half his qi. Harry focused his consciousness power and pulled essence from the ground. With the sudden end of hundreds of thousands of lives essence was thick in the air.
His refinery was quickly increasing in power. More essence poured into him and he refined it into more qi to use. Even so it was a losing battle. Despite the healing Gondor's heart was slowing down.
There was a wound in the Gondor's chest that nicked his heart. Harry continued to pour his healing power into his friend. It was a losing battle.
"Harry did Gondor tell you how dragon's mate? It isn't about the sperm it's about the spark. We dragons can copy and record the sparks of others. It occurs almost exclusively during mating and when dragons die. You've done what you can, he will last long enough to pass on his spark to me." Imo said.
She cut Gondor free and pulled him gently to her chest. With delicate talons she gently pulled out each of the ballista. "Come Harry imbibe of the blood of Gondor as he passes. Let your flesh be blessed by the blood of dragons." A force pulled Harry until he was under Gondor. Blood flowed from his dragon friend and fell upon Harry.
From the blood Harry felt Gondor begin to leave his body. A light shined from Gondor's chest before slowly winking out. Harry felt it when Gondor's consciousness entered his qi. Gondor's immense mind bounded with Harry's qi and Harry felt a fire purify his qi further. From his chest Harry felt a pulse of something not his heart.
Harry's flesh burned from Gondor's blood. "Harry use my blood and grow strong." Gondor didn't pop instead Harry felt him go to sleep.