Mahou Shoujo Kaleido Amethyst: Firsts

{Quick Author's note: This is a revised version of 'Explorations and Prizes'. I wasn't happy with the original chapter. That final scene wasn't planned to happen until the end of Third Year. Sorry if I end up cribbing some of your work from Chapter 49, Lupine. I'll do my best not to plagiarize, but parts of your talks are just too useful for me to pass up.}

(Harry's Home)

Harry's hands traced across a set of fingerless gloves, weaving an experimental rune array into the fabric. A modified Seal of Solomon sat on the back of the hand; tiny runes interwoven through the seal and branching out to cover nearly the entirety of the glove.

The gloves were a small part of a far more ambitious project. They combined an enhanced set of his original clothing runes with an amplification circle and an experimental prana burst focusing array. If Harry could get it to work properly, the glove would have the toughness of his body armor. The amplification runes would combine with the prana burst array to give his punches more force.

The experimental array came from Harry's old plan to imitate different classes of Servants during the Grail War. He decided against his original plan, but didn't want to set aside all of the hard work he did over the past month. Harry finally decided to combine his experiments in emulating the abilities of a Servant into a single, cohesive whole.

The gloves ignited as Harry channeled prana through them. He sighed. 'Back to the drawing board.' He wasn't having much success.

"What are you working on there, Harry?" Zelretch asked as he walked in. He looked at a complicated rune array displayed on his grandson's laptop, and the burning gloves sitting on his desk. "Didn't you decide to drop your Fake Hero project?"

Harry looked up at his grandfather's call. He swiveled around and waved the vampire to a chair. "I did decide against it. But, it'd be a waste to just throw away all of my work, so I've decided to repurpose it."

Zelretch cocked an eyebrow. "Oh? Care to tell me what you plan to do then?"

Harry scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "You'll probably poke fun at me for it, but I'm trying to make a Barrier Jacket."

The old vampire grinned. "A Barrier Jacket? Now I'm interested."

The hybrid chuckled a little. "Don't get too excited. This project will take a good while, especially since I've came up with two more projects to go with it." Harry leaned back as he prepared to explain. "It's more of an upgraded version of my armor than anything else. I've been working on a series of prana burst arrays to mimic the abilities of a Servant. I want to incorporate those as well as some upgraded defense and amplification arrays into a set of reinforced armor. There's also some flight augmentation spells I'm working on. I want to make one for each form."

"That's quite the ambitious project there. And you say you have two more in the works?" Zelretch questioned.

Harry nodded in answer. "I still need to finish the designs, test them separately, test them together, make the clothes, test those, and get strong enough that the power drain doesn't wipe me out too quickly. I think I can supplement the armor's power needs with Prismakreuz passively linking to the Second, but using the armor will push my body to the limits. It's more of one of those 'in case of emergency' backups than anything else", Harry elaborated.

"I can see how that might keep you busy for a while", Zelretch noted. 'Still', he thought, 'it's not a bad idea. Something like that could be damn useful if he gets it working right.' Out loud, he asked, "Are you making any progress?"

Harry snorted and pointed at the smoldering pile of leather. "It'll be a while before I get solid results. You can see how my little experiment wound up. The gloves burnt the moment I channeled prana through them. The material just couldn't take it. Maybe I should make the outfit out of woven mithril wire? I should probably use some of Sasha's shed skin, too."

Zelretch shook his head and laughed. "You must be getting stir-crazy in that castle if you're taking up a project like this! Heh, that school really is bad for you, Harry."

Harry frowned slightly at that. "What do you mean by that?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Zelretch asked rhetorically. "You're so under-challenged that you're piling work on just so you have something to do."

Harry looked slightly sheepish. "I'm not that bad, am I?"

The vampire snorted. "Look at your notes and experiments from your Fake Hero idea. You only needed to make one Class, yet you were designing all seven!"

Harry sighed. "Well, what can I do? It's gotten so boring there. If it wasn't for Fran, Len, and Liz, I would have gone nuts."

Zelretch held his hands up. "Whoa, whoa, I'm not criticizing you, Harry. Looking for new challenges isn't a bad thing. Hogwarts is just too mundane for you, if a magic school can be called that."

Harry looked at his grandfather. "So, what can I do?"

"Get out more."

Harry frowned at that. "What?"

Zelretch chuckled at Harry's flat response. "Sorry, sorry. I think we need to talk to your professors about speeding up your education. Sitting in a classroom for hours on end waiting for the slower students to catch up to you isn't doing you any good. You should be able to finish with Hogwarts by the end of next year if you can work at your own pace."

Harry frowned thoughtfully. "One more year, eh?"

The Wizard Marshall nodded. "You'll want to be at Hogwarts next year, anyways."

"Why?"

"I won't say too much, but at the end of next school year you'll have a good shot at finishing Riddle", Zelretch explained.

Harry's fangs gleamed as a vicious smile spread across his face. "The baby-killer is going to make a move?" he received a nod in answer. "Heh heh heh… good."

The vampire decided to change the subject before Harry got too into plotting to kill Voldemort. "Is there anything else on your mind?"

Harry frowned thoughtfully. "I was going to ask for some advice about dealing with my failing friendships at Hogwarts, but I think I figured out an answer of my own."

Zelretch looked interested. "Oh? What conclusions have you reached?"

"Fuck 'em." The vampire blinked at the blunt statement. He asked, "What do you mean by that?"

The hybrid sighed. "I never intended to stay in the Wizarding World anyways. They'll never understand a magus like me, and I don't want to waste my breath trying to explain it to them. It's not worth the effort."

Zelretch nodded at that. "True, true. Besides, if your Divine or Apostle heritage extends your lifespan, you'd likely turn away from them anyways." The old vampire grinned as he changed the subject. "Now, how are things going with your little harem? I can smell you on your girls more strongly…"

Harry flushed, and refused to speak.

(Harry's House, Beginning of January, Evening)

Harry sprawled out on his bed in his boxers, content. Christmas had been good for the young hybrid. His lighter workload, and daily 'stress relief', had lessened the burden on his slim shoulders markedly. Everyone was delighted to see him back to normal rather than the sullen, grouchy ghost he was a month before. He talked and joked around with everyone. Being around his family and few friends for the holiday had been a joy.

'Even', Harry thought with a blush, 'with some of the gifts I received.' Altrouge had gotten him a sheer violet teddy fitted for his female form. Aruceid gave him a set of lingerie that made him squirm. His sisters had wolf-whistled when they saw it, and his lovers swore that they'd make Amethyst show it off to them. The rest of his gifts had been more ordinary, but cherished just the same. Harry was concerned when he saw Aruceid pass a box to Liz that she refused to let him see, though.

Now though, he was about to start the new semester of school. It had taken a while to get it through the students' collective minds that Harry would no longer tutor anyone after class hours. He eventually hung a sign outside his office door that said: 'No visitors after 6:00PM. Violators will be thrown out.' Once he demonstrated just how literal he was about that on a persistent fan-girl, Harry had no more issues on that front. McGonagall bitched about it at the staff meeting, but he ignored her.

Harry had given up on the Wizarding World for good. They could never understand him, and he couldn't be bothered to explain himself. Give him the Clock Tower any day! He'd still teach to the best of his abilities, but had otherwise given up. Their sheep-like attitude and fixation on a non-existent scar had soured him to their culture from the get-go. The treatment his inhuman family had received didn't help their case. His isolation as he drowned in work last fall burnt most of the bridges he had built.

'I've got better things to focus on', Harry thought as Len walked in. The succubus wore a transparent nightgown, showcasing her slim body. She slowly stalked up to the bed, enthralling her Master. Len crawled onto the bed, continuing on to climb on top of Harry. His hands drifted to her hips as his Familiar explored his mouth with her tongue. Harry moaned into her mouth as the pair's hands wandered. Len began to grind herself against him. He paused, looking at her curiously.

"Len?" he asked.

"…" Len ground her hips against his insistently.

"Are… are you sure?" Harry's voice faltered as he asked her again.

"…" Len nodded, reaching for the hem of her gown. The succubus removed her nightgown, revealing her naked body to her Master.

Harry's eyes drank in the sight. Crimson eyes set into a young, delicate face stained with a blush. Elfin ears poked out of silky light blue hair. Her body was small, about his height. Len had slight breasts, with pink nipples. Her bald pussy leaked on his boxers from arousal. Len kept her arms to her sides, refusing to cover her petite body from his gaze.

"You are beautiful, Len", he whispered out, transfixed. The succubus gave him a blinding smile in return. She lifted her hips and grasped the hem of his boxers. Harry lifted his own hips to let her pull them off. Once Len had discarded the last barrier between them, she rubbed her wet slit across his freed erection. The pair gasped in pleasure.

Len rose up again, taking her Master in hand. Their eyes met through Harry's blindfold as the succubus guided him to her center. Len sucked in a breath, and dropped her weight.

"!" The pair shuddered as they connected together. Tears formed in Len's eyes from the pain of tearing her hymen and the abrupt stretching of her vaginal walls. Harry gasped, the wet tightness crushing his cock bringing him to his limit. Seeing Len's pain, Harry pushed the sensations aside to sit up and wrap his arms around his suffering Familiar. Len wrapped her limbs around him in a hug as they waited for her pain to pass. Harry gently wiped Len's tears away as she adjusted. The pair sat there, holding each other for a minute. Finally, Len straightened back up and kissed her lover.

"Are you okay, Len?" Harry asked, concerned. Len nodded and pushed him back onto his back. The succubus tucked her legs under her, and rocked. Harry shuddered as his Familiar's tight passage moved around his cock. His hands grabbed her slender hips as Len shifted from rocking to slowly bouncing on his hard dick. Their breath came out in pants as the inexperienced pair made love. Len planted her hands on Harry's chest for better balance as her pace increased. Harry's covered eyes watched his Familiar's face flushed with pleasure as his cock pumped into her wet pussy.

"Oh, God… Len… I'm getting close…" Harry moaned out. Her cunt was crushing his cock! He pulled down on her hips as they met his, seeking to reach deeper into his succubus.

"…" Len's mouth hung open as she pounded her hips. She was in bliss, feeling her Master's cock fill her flooded sheath. Her muscles spasmed around the invader, trying to coax his seed into her womb. Harry's hips thrust up to meet hers as the pair came.

"LEN!" Harry shouted as he came. His orgasm seemed to go on for ages as Len's walls collapsed around his cock. His seed shot deep into her greedy pussy, spraying against her cervix. Len, tired and satisfied, fell into Harry's arms. She purred as his hands caressed her sweaty back. The pair drifted asleep, still joined together.

(Three Hours Later)

Harry slowly woke up, feeling Len resting on him. He gently ran his hands through the slumbering succubus's long hair. 'I don't want to wake her up, but I just can't lie here all morning.' Reluctantly, he rolled on to his side. He slowly pulled his renewed erection out of his partner's tight sheathe. He stopped and looked at Len, dried fluids clinging to her thighs. 'No, I won't wake her up for more sex.' Harry padded quietly out of the room to shower. A soft voice distracted him.

"Harry?"

He turned, seeing Fran standing in her doorway. The girl's eyes were locked on his bobbing cock. 'Shit, I forgot to grab any clothes!'

"Harry, did you have sex?" Fran quietly asked. Harry could only nod in answer. "Oh…" His Servant's shoulders slumped.

"Fran…?" Harry ventured.

The girl's mouth opened. Haltingly, she asked, "Are… are you… going to… send me away now…?"

"… What?" Harry was shocked by her question.

Fran continued. "You've… made your choice… are you going to send me away…?"

Harry lunged forward, pushing his Servant back into her bedroom. He closed the door and turned to her. "Why do you think I would send you away, Fran? I would never turn my back on you!"

Tears formed in Fran's eyes. "I'm… not pretty like Len or Liz… I'm a monster… look at me… I'm hideous!" She shouted, waving at her metal legs and ears.

Harry took her into his arms, whispering into her ears. "I don't think you're hideous, Fran. You're beautiful. So what if your legs are metal? They're still beautiful, like the rest of you. So what if you're a monster? I am, too. So is almost all of my family. I don't give a damn about that! I love Len and Liz, yes, but I love you too. I will never send you away, Fran. I will never turn my back on you or abandon you! I swear."

Fran, overcome with happiness, cried into Harry's shoulder. She had hoped, but never really dared to dream, that Harry would tell her he loved her. After her tears stopped, she asked, "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

Harry chuckled softly into her ear. "Feel that pressing against you?"

Fran was confused for a second, before she froze in embarrassment. His erection was pressing against her! Her hand drifted down to touch it. Harry hissed into her ear as she rubbed his throbbing cock. "Fran…" he groaned, "if you keep that up I'm going to lose it…"

She shivered, hearing the desire and need in his voice. "…take me."

He pulled back to look into her heterochromatic eyes. "Are you sure?"

Fran nodded. "Please, Master, take me and make me yours!"

Harry nodded slowly. He pulled her into a gentle kiss. "Mnnn…" Fran moaned into Harry's mouth. He pulled away and removed her gloves, caressing her arms as he went. His hands danced across her dress, undoing the fasteners. The loosened dress fell to the floor. Harry picked Fran up in a bridal carry. She let out a cute "Eep!" as he carried her to her bed. Harry gently laid her down. He hovered over her nude body, covered eyes tracing her delicate curves. Fran opened her arms and spread her steel-clad legs in invitation.

Harry moved between her open legs, settling himself over his Servant. "Ready?" Fran nodded.

Harry guided his hard cock into her slick entrance. He slowly thrust into her, noting the lack of a hymen.

Fran pouted slightly. "Sorry Master, I was made without a hymen."

He chuckled into her covered ear. "It's alright. I don't have one as Amethyst, either. Holly thought it wasn't worth the effort to make." His hips met hers, and they moaned. "You're so tight, Fran!"

Fran cooed into his ear, "You're so big, Master! I can feel your pulse through your penis!"

"Are you ready for me to move, Fran?"

Her arms came up around his neck. "Please, Master! Give me your love!"

He gently thrust his hips, starting off slow. Fran moaned, loving the building friction and wetness in her center. Their lips met as the pair made slow love to each other. They moaned each other's names as their passion soared. Harry picked up his pace, nearly slamming himself into his Servant's clenching sheathe.

"Fran… I'm getting… close" Harry grunted out between breaths.

"Me too… Master… come in me… fill me up…!" Fran panted out, reaching her climax as she spoke.

"Fran!" Harry shuddered, and emptied his balls into her eager cunt. Fran's grip around his body and cock tightened as the lovers rode out their orgasms. They lay there, joined together. "You're mine, Fran."

"Mnn, I'm yours."

(Forbidden Forest, Next Afternoon)

*BOOM!* "Hahaha, you need to work faster, Harry!"

Harry was in the forest with Liz killing acromantulas. He needed to test his newer spells against live targets, and Liz was slightly bored. So, the pair ventured out to slaughter giant spiders for fun.

A crimson lance of power lanced out from Harry's staff, punching clean through the length of the spider's body. He jumped up to avoid a charge from the side. Harry pointed down at the beast as he ascended, shredding it with a shotgun blast.

He had converted his early experiments with magical arrows into a new shooting spell. While he couldn't fire as many shots with the new spell as the old, his new 'Shot Lancer' had far more power and versatility. He could fire the spell as a wide-area shotgun blast, a rapid-fire barrage, or a high-powered single round. The single-shot variant had an effective range of 2,500 meters, out-stripping all but the most powerful modern sniper rifles. The Shot Lancer proved devastating against the acromantulas…

…But not as devastating as a Servant. Liz cut through the oversized spiders like a hot knife through butter. Harry tried not to get distracted as his partner laid way to the horde of acromantulas. He leapt into a tree a ways away to support Liz. Red beams tore through the air from his staff, gutting and dismembering anything that tried to sneak up on his Servant. A smile tugged at his face as Harry watched the Lancer dance through the horde, leaving corpses in her wake.

Harry's face hardened as he detected centaurs on the way. He had no interest in tangling with the overly-aggressive horses today. "Liz, it's time to go! The centaurs are on the way!"

"Coming!" Liz shouted. She bounced her way back to his tree, smiling and covered in spider blood. Liz threw herself into his arms with a laugh. Harry caught her, and cleaned both of them off with a wave of his staff. They raced off for the school.

(Liz's Room)

"Wha…?" Harry yelped as Liz pulled him into her room. She whirled around and shut the door. "Liz, what're you doing?"

Liz seized his shoulders and pushed him against a wall. Her face was flushed and hungry as she trapped her Master. "Isn't it obvious, Harry? You killed fewer spiders than I did. Now you need to pay the penalty." The dragon lunged in, sealing her lips to Harry's. Her tail wrapped around one of his legs as she forced her tongue into his mouth.

"I watched you make love to Len last night", Liz purred out as she rubbed her body against her captive's. "I watched, and played with myself while your little succubus rode your cock. Now, it's my turn."

Liz hurriedly stripped them both. She wrapped the end of her tail around Harry's neck, and used it like a leash to lead him to her bed. Liz shoved her Master onto her bed and mounted him. Her hands held his shoulders down as the dragon rubbed her wet slit against her prey's boner.

"Can you feel how wet I am, Harry? Can you feel how ready I am to take you?" Harry shivered as Liz whispered into his ear. "I'm going to take you, Harry. I'm going to make you scream my name!"

Liz's clawed hand guided his hard rod to her dripping entrance. Satisfied he was lined up correctly, Liz dropped her hips to meet his. She roared in pain and pleasure as his cock stretched her untouched pussy. The dragon pumped her hips up and down, driving Harry deeper into her.

"Oh God, Liz!" Harry cried out as his Servant fucked herself on his cock. She grinned, hearing her lover crying out her name.

She laid her body against his, moving only her hips as she fucked her captive. "Do you feel it, Harry? Do you feel my tight cunt squeezing down on your cock?" Liz cooed into his ear. "You're reaching all the way in. Oh, I can feel you swelling up inside me. Do you need to come?"

Harry groaned, listening to his Servant's whispers. He tried to reach out to touch her.

"No, no, Harry." Liz's hands pushed down on his shoulders, holding him in place. "You don't get to move. Just lay there and give yourself to me." She stilled her bouncing. The dragon ground her hips in circles, clenching down on Harry's cock. Liz moaned as his cock rubbed against her walls. "Will you surrender yourself, Harry?" She asked. Harry eventually nodded, stilling his arms. Liz's eyes stared at his face. A smile stretched across her face as Harry gave in to her.

Liz's stretched cunt sprayed fluids on Harry's groin as she resumed her bouncing movements. Her arousal spiked with Harry's surrender. "I'm getting close, Harry! I'm going to milk you dry!"

Harry panted as his Servant fucked him. "Liz… I'm gonna…" He groaned out.

"Do it! Fill me up!" Liz cried. She thrust her hips down one final time. Liz's arms gave out, and she bit Harry's shoulder as she came. The spike of pain sent Harry over the edge as well. He yelled her name as he filled her clenching cunt full of his seed.

"*pant* *pant* Liz…" Harry moaned.

"Don't fall… asleep now… I'm not done with… you yet…" Liz panted into his ear. The pair lay there, recovering their energy. Liz's tail wrapped around Harry's ankle as she rested in his embrace. "Now… you're mine…" She whispered before falling asleep.

{There we go! I removed the lesbian gangbang for now. It'll crop back up later in the story.}