Myth of Serpents
Stories of Harry's Harem
Don't own Harry Potter or the idea of Pokegirls!
Warning: Mature rating, contains what you expect from a Pokegirl fanfic, AKA sex scenes.
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'Thoughts/Telepathy'
"Talking"
:Parseltongue:
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The Song
Harry Potter can't help but stare as Jane hums a tune while using Zabel's MP3 player that he got her for Christmas two months ago. Harry can't help but shudder at the lustful looks that the Minotaura was sending his way as she swung her hips in rhythm with the humming and likely with the song she's listening to.
So put your hands down my pants and I bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Sisco, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up
"Oh…" Harry groans as Jane's hands gently moves around his lower area where his equipment were.
You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hash browns
Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex like Coca-Cola stock you are
Inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time
Harry gasps in pleasure as Jane topples him, Harry's eyes widen as Jane's hips continues to sway lightly to the unheard of rhythm of whatever song his current bed partner is listening to.
Do
it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do
it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now
Jane nibbles slightly on Harry's neck and Harry can hear a bit of the song that the Minotaura is listening too.
Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory"
So if I capsize on your thighs high tide B-5 you sunk my battleship
Please
turn me on I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me
yours I'll show you mine "Tool Time" you'll Lovett just
like Lyle
And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files"
As Jane pulls away from nibbling and kissing around his head, Harry soon loses interest in what the song is called as Jane once more begins play with his… wand.
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now
As the song dies, Jane sighs as she rolls to Harry's left side. Harry lazily gazes at his pokegirl as his mind attempts to form some kind of thought through the fog of pleasure that has settled within his mind.
As Jane begins to settle into a light sleep, Harry's mind finally clears enough for a question to form. "So, what song were you listening too?" Harry asks lazily.
Jane turns her head and gazes at her Master with her right eye before answering, "It's The Bad Touch by some ancient band called Bloodhound Gang." Harry replies in the only way he could think of at the moment, "Ah"