Heads up, I've read enough smut that most situations are far too boring to bother writing about. Also, I've tried to give Quetz'lun a perspective that makes logical sense for her nature, her history, and the world she lived in. Remember that boobs or not, she is not human and never has been.

Author's note at the end is important.

Also, that one anonymous review who complained the last chapter involved bestiality? First, you don't know what that word means and second, you should probably avoid this chapter. Just saying.

Warnings: Sex, Teenager on Loa, Younger Male/Older Female, Nonhuman Character Not Conforming to Human Social Norms, Female Sub teaching Male Dom, Sapient Animals Being Sapient

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Blood of Serpents

Chapter 4: The Start of Harry's Pack

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"This is someone speaking out loud."

"This is someone speaking a magical language."

This is someone's inner monologue.

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As Harry approached Quetz'lun, the room began to change. A wall formed between him and the library where Sirius had started reading while the elves had moved deeper, heading into the Room of Lost Things to do some cleaning. Harry smiled as he approached the Loa. She was wearing a skirt and a blouse that Winky had tailored for her with slits in the back for her wings. Quetz'lun was obviously not wearing a bra. When he approached, she shifted on the bench that Sirius had transfigured in front of the sapling and gestured for him to join her. Once seated he turned his gaze to the magical sapling. "Sitting here I can feel the magic in this tree. What is it?"

Quetz'lun smiled at Harry and wrapped her right wing around his shoulders and side. "Something new. Before I asked you to summon me, I traded nearly everything I owned to Alexstrasza for this acorn, the scythe, and the Worgen cure. The acorn was from a long dead tree that flourished in the Dream until the demons came, and Alexstrasza and her sister infused it with as much Life and Nature magic as they could. The leaves are similar to another tree on Azeroth, but this sapling is unique. I suspect we won't really see what it can do until it matures."

Harry agreed. "I won't be planting it in Britain, some idiot would burn it down right away. I'm planning to claim an island for my own the next time I leave the school, that should give it plenty of room to grow."

"Yes. Now, what is bothering you Harry?"

Harry was quiet for a moment. "I've never really been close to anyone, and certainly not in the way that you want. What do you really want from me? I know you're much older than I am, what could you possibly see in me?"

The Loa smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder. "You're right that I'm older than you, Harry. I won't say how much older, but I'm neither the oldest nor the youngest of my kind. As for what I see in you… you do yourself a disservice Harry. I've said before that you are compassionate. Your first thought when I said I was dying wasn't 'how does this affect me,' it was 'how can I help.' On my world, in my life, it has been so very rare for someone to reach out and offer me help without wanting far too much in return. You saved my life, Harry. I could feel the cold embrace of death clawing at me, but you saved me, brought me to your world despite the fact that I could have been dangerous. People have hurt you, convinced you that you're so much less than you really are. But I know, I can feel it in my very bones, that you are someone who could reshape the world."

There was a moment's pause as Harry absorbed her words. "And you are clever too, Harry. I know you've been adding things to the potions that have been helping me, but you used a light touch. You didn't bind me to your will or force me to fall in love with you, you just made me feel safe, comfortable, and relaxed in your presence. I haven't felt like that since Goldrinn and Ashamane died. If I hadn't been dealing with gods and monsters attacking my mind for longer than your civilization has existed I wouldn't have even noticed. I am the Loa of Cunning, Harry Potter. I appreciate a clever plan, and yours was a good one."

Quetz'lun pulled back and looked Harry in the eyes. "As for what I want from you… I want a strong mate that I can trust absolutely, one that loves me in a way I've never been loved before. Harry, you already care more about me than almost everyone I've ever known, and I crave more. Life as a Loa was always lonely, especially since I lost Goldrinn and Ashamane. If you want, I will tell you that story another time."

Harry nodded. He was curious to hear more about her life, but he understood not wanting to talk about certain topics. He was silent for a moment, but then spoke again. "Even in your new body, you're still much more powerful than I am. And… I have no romantic experience at all, except what we've done together."

Quetz'lun leaned in and kissed him, just a light brush of her lips against his. "Do not worry about that, so long as you are willing to learn I will teach you everything you need to know. As for your power, I explained how Azeroth's druids draw power from nature spirits, usually Ancients, and take their forms? Each form they master makes them stronger. For example, a druid who masters the strength of Ursoc or Ursol, the indomitable twin bear Ancients, is stronger and tougher, no matter what shape they wear. I will teach you to take my form and we will alter your new form like you did to me. Once you master that new power, we will contact other Loa and Ancients together and bargain for permission to use their forms as well. I am owed many favors my priest, and I do not mind calling them all in to help you survive and thrive.

"So long as you are willing to work for it, power will come to you. And do not think our time together will be all toil and no relaxation. I want to teach you how to tame a female, assert your dominance, and keep her happy and submissive as a member of your pack." As she spoke, Quetz'lun slithered off the bench and stretched out, happy that the elves kept the floor clean. Looking up at Harry she rested her head in his lap, letting him see down her shirt. She sighed happily and leaned into his touch when he started to run his hands through the short hair on her scalp. "I admit my desires are a little selfish on that last one, my priest."

Deciding to think about her last words first, Harry replied. "What do you mean? I'm not a rapist, I would never hurt a girl like that."

Quetz'lun replied, eyes looking up at him still. "How strange. No wonder your world's magicals are dying out. Your people have abandoned their instincts, the primal drives that guide males to take females and claim them as their own and drive females to submit to a strong male. Harry, there is nothing wrong with the instincts that ensure the next generation. Those urges are a part of you and are as old as life itself." Her eyes and voice suddenly became more serious as she looked up at him. "Harry. I've seen what happens when mortals choose pretty lies over the truth of who and what they really are, when they abandon the struggle of survival, the clash for dominance, and the drive to ensure the next generation. I watched as the Kaldorei deceived themselves, as their society ignored the truth that females desire the embrace of a strong mate, one that is able and willing to push them down and breed them at any time, a male that knows how to mix soft love with strong dominance, one that leads their pack, however large or small it is."

Harry, still catching up on the people and history of Azeroth as Quetz'lun described it, found himself interrupting her without meaning to. "What happened to them?"

"They're walking the path of stagnation and extinction. For ten-thousand years they were immortal and could reproduce at will, they should have dominated the entire world. Instead their women raised their men to ignore nature's call, raised them weak and hesitant. Kaldorei women are reared as warriors, priestesses, and leaders while the men are pushed towards being druids and merchants. And then they are surprised when their daughters have no interest in those men and seek out the embrace of strong, dominant women instead. Almost from birth their men are conditioned to fall in line, to accept their place, and that if they pursue a female at all, they are to court that female's attention as a supplicant. It is no surprise male Kaldorei often follow Cenarius' example and indulge their instincts for dominance and control elsewhere. Sapient animals are strangely common on Azeroth for a reason. If not for that poisoned gift of immortality the Kaldorei would already be one of history's cruel jokes. Even now they bleed numbers with every new war and still they refuse to pull their women back from the battlefield to bolster their population."

Quetz'lun shook her head briefly before continuing. "What I'm saying, Harry, is that if you take a female, dominate her, and break through whatever lies your culture tells itself without cruelty, you will make her happy." Seeing he still wasn't convinced, she continued. "Harry, the first time I had sex I stumbled upon the Ancients Goldrinn and Ashamane mating in a glen on the sacred mountain. When he chased me down I thought I was going to die, instead I… Well let's just say that I had my first time with Goldrinn's fangs at my throat, holding me still. They never really loved me, not like I hope you might someday, but as long as they lived, I was theirs, and I was content as a member of Goldrinn's pack. Despite the violence of our first meeting, I still sought both of them out often after that. Goldrinn claimed me as a member of his pack, even if I was never really his mate. When I was with them I never had to worry about other Loa stabbing me in the back, about defending my home, or anything else besides obeying him. I was their toy, their plaything, but I never felt more free or content than the times we spent together."

Quetz'lun took in a breath before continuing. "Harry, you have a good heart and a cunning mind. I want you to become truly powerful, strong enough to take me and make me yours. I want you to be happy, but I think that will only really happen when you can control your own destiny. You need to become more powerful than you are. From what you've said, you've only started trying to improve yourself recently, despite knowing your enemy lived years ago. Why?"

Harry considered her words for a moment; he wasn't sure if what the Loa wanted for him was the path he'd choose. But… Sometimes he felt like he was going mad, like the world was insane, like there was something wrong with the very foundation of how everyone thought and acted. The Ministry was so openly corrupt and useless, Malfoy and his father seemed to get away with everything, and at the World Cup, if a dozen wizards had stood and fought instead of fleeing in terror… Is that part of what she means by primal instincts? Is that why magical Britain is a nation of stupid, useless sheep? Is that why there's so little innovation in the magical world? Are we ignoring or suppressing a vital part of ourselves? As he continued to think, he realized Quetz'lun might just be right about extinction. It was hard to imagine a population of thirty-thousand magicals in all of Britain being healthy, especially when so many families only had one child and so many other witches and wizards never had any children at all. The Weasleys were an outlier, now that he thought about it the vast majority of his classmates were single children, especially the Purebloods. Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard of the age had no children or even an apprentice, despite what the rumor mill had to say about their relationship. And it doesn't help that the first alien I know of is urging us to build our numbers and prepare for war. The things she's seen… would we fare any better than Azeroth? Or would the Legion's first strike against our world be the last?

After a few moments he spoke, remembering that she had asked him a question. "Ever since I found out Voldemort is still around and my first attempts to learn real combat magic or hire a tutor were blocked, I… It was like part of me just accepted that I was going to die, no matter what, and any thoughts of trying to improve myself just got smothered. That didn't change until I got so very angry at the Headmaster in the last few months."

Quetz'lun interrupted him by rising and touching his famous scar briefly. "This part of you maybe? Curious… There's something there, my priest, something that will have to come out. Hmm… I might have to call in a favor or two but we will get rid of whatever this is. I've got an acquaintance on the 'De Other Side,' after all."

With her piece said, she slunk back down, smiling up at Harry from her place in his lap. Harry blinked. That was unexpected, but it makes sense that there's some kind of magic in my scar. Normal scars don't flare in pain and bleed, after all. Anyway… "So you can make me powerful?"

The pretty Lamia in his lap snorted. "Harry, if you work with me I will make you the strongest of your kind. You'll need that power one way or another anyway, and not just to survive your enemies. From what I've learned your people need a leader to keep them from dying out. There are horrific, hungry things lurking between the stars. Someday your people will need strong magic users to protect themselves. If Azeroth had no magic users the Burning Legion wouldn't have bothered to invade, they'd simply have sent the Dreadlords to turn the people against each other, start wars and rebellions, then when the world was burning they would have released a magical plague. Everyone would have died with no chance of fighting back."

Harry gently cupped Quetz'lun's face with his hand. "When can we start?"

He realized she had a very intense smile, her larger than normal canine teeth, almost fangs, white and visible. "Tomorrow. We will make preparations, then I will help you take my form while we imbue it with essence from your world's magical creatures, like you did to my own form. You will need time to learn how to move in your new form and as much time as possible to truly understand it so you can return to it at a moment's notice."

Harry nodded his head. "There's almost three weeks until the second task in the lake, we can make preparations until Friday and then I'll learn to take your form. I'll work on learning the bubble-head charm if using a sample of Saska's flesh for my new shape doesn't let me breathe underwater. I'll just send McGonagall a note that I'm taking a week off with my godfather to finish preparing for the second task and that I might be out of class longer. I was planning to claim an island this summer, we can do it early instead. The professors won't be happy, but I don't really care."

Quetz'lun smiled. "That sounds good my Priest, but tonight let us do something more fun. Let me teach you how to make a female of any species yours."

Harry might not have had great eyesight, but even with glasses he could see the way her skin had started to flush and the way her breathing started to pick up. "Have you done this before? Taught a male how to treat females?"

Quetz'lun smiled, her long tongue flickering out to dart into his shirt briefly and lick the abs that were slowly forming there. "A few times, when I found a young male Ancient or Loa before he was killed or ensnared by another. Rhunok was the most recent and the only one that bothered to thank me. He was neither very clever or a particularly impressive specimen, but he was a good neighbor and friend. But enough about my past, my priest. Until you must return to your fellow students, let me instruct you; there will be a test tomorrow."

Harry smiled, then leered down at her as his hands began to move. He was clumsy as he drew Quetz'lun up for a kiss. His kiss was just as clumsy, but as his tongue met her much longer one neither really cared. When they broke apart, she smiled warmly at him and nodded to the bed the Room had provided while they were distracted. "Clothing isn't something I'm used to Harry. Why don't you undress me? Touch me anywhere you want as you go, that's one more way to lay your claim on me, to make me yours, that you can touch me anywhere you want, anytime you want."

With an invitation like that, Harry couldn't help himself. Quetz'lun helpfully rose to a standing height as Harry followed her. He did notice that she adjusted where her tail met the floor until she was 'standing' about half a head shorter than him. As Harry reached for her with trembling hands, she spoke up again. "Stop. Take a deep breath my priest. There's no reason to be nervous. Everyone is clumsy at first, the only thing I expect is for you to make an effort. Short of intentionally hurting me there's nothing you can do to drive me away, Harry. Just try to relax and have fun."

Harry took her advice, and felt his nerves relax a little. Reaching out again, he took one of her hands in his, exploring the scales that covered her fingers and thumb. Slowly his touch trailed upwards, fascinated by the way the different parts of her body blended together. A few inches before his fingers reached her elbow, the scales of her forearm grew smaller, more delicate, and faded to Angelina's dark brown skin. Further explorations were halted by Quetz'lun's blouse, so Harry decided that had to be the first thing to go. Gently grasping Quetz'lun's face in both hands, he leaned in for another kiss. As he withdrew he moved his hands to her shirt, removing one button after another, carefully ignoring the urge to grope her beautiful breasts.

Harry guided Quetz'lun's arms out of her shirt, then pulled the shirt up and back, his Loa helpfully threading her wings through the slits. Deciding to continue his exploration, he slid around to her back, running his hands along her spine and the base of her wings. "It doesn't look like you have enough muscles connected to your wings to fly. Are they just decorative?"

Quetz'lun flexed her wings slowly as Harry ran his fingers through the crimson feathers; he could see her muscles in her human back flex as she did and noted how those muscles had already grown thicker in the day since he'd molded them for her. After he pulled back slightly, she gave them a few beats, accomplishing nothing besides a small gust of wind. "For now. As my soul latches onto this new body it should influence my magic, and my magic should restore some of my old strength. But even my old body could never have flown without a trick I copied from the dragons; I simply used magic to make myself lighter until my wings could bear me into the air."

Harry nodded. After flying against a dragon, he was sure the beasts of his world did the same thing instinctively. Otherwise there was simply no way for a creature their size to get into the air. For a few moments he ran his fingers through Quetz'lun's striking crimson feathers. Based on the small groans of contentment her wings were sensitive, or at least the skin beneath the feathers was. Then he smiled and stepped in front of her again, laying a light kiss against her lips before a light touch on her shoulder guided her to 'kneel,' or shift her coils so her head was a foot closer to the ground. This let Harry run his fingers through the scant two inches of red hair on her head. Quetz'lun let out a soft moan at how nice Harry's fingers felt raking against her scalp. From there his fingers played over her horns, noting the smooth texture of ivory, before his fingers traced the amethyst gem set in her forehead. "This part was very difficult when I was reshaping you last night, and it should be blue, not amethyst. I don't know why."

Quetz'lun shrugged. "There's some kind of magic in it, but whatever it is hasn't matured yet. I think it's a focus for some innate magic in your familiar and the gem is blending with my own magic. Time will tell."

While he was curious about the gem, he was content to let the mystery slide for now. Instead he gestured for Quetz'lun to rise, and she gracefully slipped more of her tail under herself until she was about half a head shorter than Harry again. This time Harry ran his hands down her front, pausing to explore her breasts. Quetz'lun kept her hands at her sides for a moment, but soon she covered Harry's hands with hers, guiding him to tease her breasts, slowly making her way towards her nipples. Breasts were new to Quetz'lun but she had been around a very long time and most of Azeroth's native species were bipedal, had breasts, and enthusiastically made love outdoors. (Also, she was a voyeur with supernatural eyesight.) So while her breasts were new, she had some idea what to do with them. It wasn't long before Harry was gently pinching one breast while sucking hard on the other. She could have restrained her quiet gasps and moans of pleasure, but Harry was doing well, and something told her he'd enjoy hearing her voice.

It turned out she was right, after a throaty gasp Harry's eyes jumped to hers. Quetz'lun saw lust and the first spark of dominance in his eyes as he pulled back, one arm going around her waist as he guided her towards the bed while the other fumbled around her skirt. She was ecstatic to see him asserting himself, but wasn't surprised when his initiative faltered when they reached the mattress and his hands had failed to discover how to remove her last article of clothing. Leaning close she whispered in his ear. "There's a zipper in the back, then you have to slide it down. It's kind of awkward to get off, so don't worry about it."

With guidance, Harry did find the zipper and slid the skirt down but found that unlike a human woman, Quetz'lun was unable to step out of it. Instead, Harry helped her slide it down the entire length of her tail. He chuckled, it was a little awkward to get off. As he slipped the skirt off the tip of his partner's tail and tossed it away Harry straightened, only to see Quetz'lun had turned to face him with her right hand covering her lower lips. There was a soft smile on her face and Harry was struck by how strangely beautiful she was, her inhuman features only adding to her beauty. She really did look like something people might worship; a vision of feminine beauty framed by crimson wings.

As she stood in front of him, Quetz'lun was surprised by the way she felt like a nervous virgin all over again. As she gave Harry a warm smile, she reflected on how deep her feelings for him had become in only a few days. I… I feel safe with him. I got a taste of who he was deep at his core when he came to bargain; souls as noble as his are so very rare. She chuckled inside her head. And I think we both underestimated the effect inhabiting this body would have on me. He has been layering magic and potions so his dragon would serve him with a smile on her face when she gained intelligence. My mind and soul are migrating from the phylactery into this body, soon the necklace won't be needed at all. But even if magic is making me comfortable and eager for him, I don't care. Ten-thousand years ago I lost my pack when Goldrinn and Ashamane died. I have been so lonely for so long… Harry desperately needs people to care about him, he needs love and affection. He's as hungry for it as I am.

Harry watched Quetz'lun for a long moment, distracted only when the tip of her tail went to stroke his leg. She grabbed his attention back when she began to speak. "Harry. Will you allow me to join your pack? I swear that I will protect, serve, and obey you with everything that I am."

Harry was quiet for a moment, the implications of her words running through his head for a moment. As the lovely Loa in front of him had realized, after so long without affection and love, he was desperate for it; with a gorgeous creature making the offer, there was only ever one answer he could give her. "Yes. Quetz'lun, would you like to join my family?"

Quetz'lun smiled widely before she replied. "I would love to join your family, my priest." Again she paused to smile, and at the same she removed the hand that had been hiding her sopping folds from his sight. "Come and claim me, my Alpha."

With her words said, Quetz'lun slowly leaned backwards until she was lying on the bed, wings spread out wide on the mattress. No force on Earth, Azeroth, or the Twisting Nether could have kept his eyes from drinking in the sight of her wriggling up the mattress until her head reclined on the pillows. Even when she was comfortable, her draconic fingers never stopped moving, languidly tracing along her skin, drawing his attention to her breasts and soaked folds. Harry hurriedly stripped before joining her on the bed, recognizing the invitation for exactly what it was. As he moved up the bed, one hand trailed along her scales, avoiding her pussy on the way up, then he groped one of her breasts while he kissed her. When they broke apart a moment later, she whispered in his ear. "I'm ready, Harry. Don't worry about how long you last, that's something that only comes with experience."

And then there were no more words. Harry swung his legs over her tail, just below her hips. He took one last, short moment to admire her body, the way her human hips flared out before her tail ever so gradually narrowed down to its tip. Then he was guiding his member to Quetz'lun's slick folds, one hand grasping her shoulder to steady himself. He groaned aloud when the tip of his manhood met her drenched folds for the first time, amazed at how hot and wet she was. He started to drag his head up and down her folds. It only took him a moment to find her passage and he started to push inwards slowly, savoring his first time. His head slipped into her silken, wet heat and he had to pause to keep himself from losing control too soon. When he stopped moving, Quetz'lun smirked beneath him and bucked her hips upwards, causing half his length to sink into her grasping tunnel. Harry let out a groan and looked down at his lover. As their eyes met, he slammed in the rest of the way and started moving in and out in a dance as old as life itself. Harry fumbled for a few moments, figuring out the right angle and how to move his hips, then he started a slow rhythm, deliberately moving in and out while he drank in the feel of her silken heat wrapping around him. The world around him fell away, his entire attention on the girl gasping and moaning under him. This felt so good he didn't care if he didn't last long; there was always round two.

Beneath him, Quetz'lun started a rhythm of her own, bucking her hips in time with Harry's movements; soon she was matching his every thrust. Groaning in pleasure Harry leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Quetz'lun's back and pressing his face against the side of her neck, her breasts flush against his chest. In turn, she wrapped her wings around his hips and back and her arms circled his shoulders. Neither stopped moving, their hips moving back and forth as they basked in the intimacy both had been craving for so long. As the minutes ticked by both began to sweat and Quetz'lun's quiet moans of pleasure joined Harry's grunts of effort. Quetz'lun buried her face in Harry's neck and shoulder, committing his scent to memory, but as she sensed Harry nearing his peak her long tongue flicked out, licking his neck and holding him even closer. By the time Harry reached his peak and broke his rhythm to pull out, Quetz'lun was close as well. When Harry pulled back, she arched her tail up behind him, pressing hard enough that he knew what she wanted, but lightly enough that he still could have pulled out if he really wanted to. As he erupted she tilted her head and kissed him deeply; when she felt him push as deep as he could and spill his seed inside, she came as well.

This wasn't Quetz'lun's first time and she'd had more powerful orgasms in the past, but she cherished this one for the sheer intimacy, and for the beginning it represented. Still, every muscle in her body quivered and she clung tightly to Harry as she rode out her orgasm. As endorphins rushed through her every vein and her nerves came alive, she simply relaxed in Harry's arms. Even if Harry is the only good part about this world, I don't think I'll regret coming here. I feel… content.

Neither one of them moved for some time, basking in the afterglow. Eventually Harry softened and slipped out of her, and Quetz'lun kissed him. Their tongues danced and wrestled, poor Harry at a disadvantage since his partner's tongue was so long. Eventually they shifted, Quetz'lun rolling Harry onto his back. Gazing into his eyes, she broke the kiss and pulled away, using her coils to pull herself backwards until she was face to face with his soft manhood. Their snog had breathed some life back into it, but it was still only half-hard. Quetz'lun locked eyes with Harry and took his member into her mouth, applying suction and wrapping her tongue around him. Suffice it to say, the teen was soon rock hard again. Slowly sliding back she nuzzled her face into his manhood, smiling up at Harry with a streak of glistening pre-cum marking her cheek.

Choosing to give her priest a break and wanting to experiment with her new body, Quetz'lun slithered forward until her chest hovered over Harry's, supported by her arms gripping the bed just above his shoulders and her long tail. After giving him another passionate kiss, she shifted her hips and started grinding her soaked folds against his throbbing erection. She'd been soaked before Harry seeded her and now his seed joined her own fluids as she pressed her slit against his member. She applied pressure and started teasing Harry, dragging her soft folds along his manhood. Both of them were watching each other's faces closely: Both were obviously enjoying themselves, but where Quetz'lun was confident Harry was less so. But she couldn't help but smile and move with him when Harry, at just the right second, smirked up at her and shifted his hips, plunging back into her silken folds. Wanting to reward him for taking the initiative, she immediately sunk down, taking every inch inside again. To her embarrassment, Quetz'lun actually whined as she impaled herself, her voice joining Harry's groan of pleasure.

Quetz'lun was still getting used to her new shape, but this was something she'd done many times before. She shifted her tail and beat her wings a few times as she got her balance right, then she started to move. It was a bit of a trick, and if she wasn't so flexible this position would have been difficult, but soon her hips were rising and falling, strong muscles rippling as she rode her new mate. Unbidden, Harry's hands grasped her breasts, grasping, kneading, and pinching her nipples. Unlike their first round, Quetz'lun had control of the tempo. Instead of Harry's slow pace that had gradually become more and more frenzied, she set a steady pace. She was rising until Harry's manhood nearly slipped out of her, then sliding downwards, enveloping him in her silken heat and grinding her hips against his.

Harry's eyes drank in every detail. Even as she rode him, the way Quetz'lun's back arched, her wings fluttered, and the way her eyes lidded when she ground their hips together made him feel powerful. The absolutely lascivious moans she made were just icing on a beautiful cake.

Even with the advantage of muscles powered by magic just as much as they were by biology, Quetz'lun felt herself tiring. Her body was new and it would take time and meditation for her soul, migrating from the necklace, to finish the job her newest priest had started. Quetz'lun knew that at the moment, she wasn't so much a Loa as an elaborate meat-puppet, with her soul guiding the strings. Just like Harry, I'll have to build up my endurance the hard way. Dreaming of the day where the two of them could fuck from dawn to dusk, Quetz'lun sped up hips and started something she hadn't mastered in her new form yet. In her old body, she could make her inner muscles dance, could drive any male to the brink in minutes if she really wanted to, but this body was clumsy. Still, she managed to flex in time with the motions of her hips, gripping her mate as her hands gripped his shoulders and, to her delight, his hands got rougher on her breasts.

A moment later Quetz'lun reached her peak and screamed a wordless cry as she ground herself hard against him. Out of her conscious control her soaked silken walls clamped down on Harry hard, and her back arched as her tail flexed against the bed. Harry surprised her once again; proving he remembered her words in the shower that morning, when she locked up, shuddering in place as her release washed over her, Harry started pistoning into her in short strokes as fast as he could. Stuck under her, he couldn't get the space for longer strokes, and there was no grace in his movements, but she really couldn't complain. When he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked hard while one hand played with her other breast and his other hand reached down, fumbling for her clit, the Loa simply relaxed and let the pleasure wash her away. Dimly, she realized that Harry came inside her again, arching upwards to grind into her folds.

As the rush of orgasm faded away, Quetz'lun slumped down onto her priest, even her wings went limp. The two of them relaxed, their arms embracing each other. After a while Quetz'lun rolled onto her back, wings flat against the bed beneath her. Harry's soft manhood slid out of her and he laid at her side, careful to keep his weight off her wing. Neither could keep their hands off the other, as if both were determined to wring every last drop of precious intimacy out of the situation. Quetz'lun decided to break the silence, distracted as she was by the pair's roaming hands. "That was wonderful my mate. Did you have fun?"

Harry shifted and smiled at her. He was sweaty and obviously tired, but also more relaxed and content than she'd ever seen him before. "That was bloody awesome. Can we do it again after we catch our breath?"

Quetz'lun laughed, relaxing further into the bed. "You're welcome to try my priest, but this new body of mine is spent. More endurance will come to both of us in time." She flitted her eyes at him. "If we work together, I'm sure we can find pleasant ways to exercise together."

Harry let out a deep, honest laugh and leaned in to kiss her hard. After they broke the kiss, he shifted so his head was laying on her chest, inches away from her breasts. He was quiet for a moment, watching her breasts shift as she breathed as if in a trance. When he spoke again, he was more serious. "Thank you. I… I never realized how lonely I was, how much I craved physical touch before now."

Quetz'lun set up a little until she could lock eyes with him. "Thank you, Harry Potter. I knew exactly how lonely and isolated I've been since I lost my pack. I give you my word as the Loa of Cunning that I will do everything I can to ensure our pack survives and thrives."

Harry nodded, giving her a wide smile. "I trust you, Quetz'lun. I have no idea what the future holds, but we'll face it together."

In that moment she knew she'd found what she'd been searching for since she'd washed ashore after the Great Sundering, surprised to be alive. (She'd been disappointed by her survival at the time. Goldrinn had died throwing himself against the endless demonic hordes to teach the mortals what courage was, and Ashamane… in the grief of losing her mate, the panther Ancient had lost her usual razor-sharp focus. Ashamane had died in battle too far away for Quetz'lun to either save or die with her.) Quetz'lun relaxed again, leaning back into the perfect pillows the Room of Requirement had provided with their bed. Eyes drifting to the ceiling, she spoke again with a smile on her face. "I'm glad you talked me into this shape, Harry. The breasts are worth it, though I still think the hands are even better. It's a good thing you find them so interesting, since you'll soon have two matching pairs to enjoy."

She chuckled when Harry sat up suddenly, giving her his full attention. "What do you mean?"

"All my experience says that if we make a place in our pack for Angelina, she will leap into it my Alpha. She is healthy, fit, magically strong for your world, and she is of breeding age. When you can take my form, you will smell how ripe and fertile she is. Give her the chance to join our pack and she will give you the strong, human children I will never be able to."

Harry was abruptly reminded that his lover was not human. He remembered what Sirius had said about how she might think differently than he did, but after a moment brushed it off. He really didn't care about her lack of humanity, she was beautiful, she was strong, and she was his. Shaking off the impact of that last thought, Harry spoke again, trying to put as much authority into his voice as he could. "Merlin knows I wouldn't say no to her if she wanted to join us, but it has to be her choice."

Quetz'lun nodded. "Of course. But I think you underestimate the call of her instincts to find a strong mate and your own appeal, my priest."

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Angelina had suspicions about what Harry was going to do as she watched him leave the Great Hall. So, she made her way up to Gryffindor Tower and excused herself for the night, telling her roommates that she wasn't feeling well and would probably just read for a while and turn in early as she made her way through the common room. Soon she'd brushed her teeth (mouth-cleaning spells helped between meals, but just weren't as good as a toothbrush) and was safely ensconced in her bed with the curtains drawn. She was glad she'd hurried, and glad that Harry and Quetz'lun had spent time talking before going further. She shivered as the Loa draped her head in Harry's lap and Angelina felt his fingers gently scratch Quetz'lun's scalp. Angelina relaxed, head sinking into her pillows as she reveled in the voyeuristic intimacy. Magic is weird. I wonder if this link to Quetz'lun is going to fade over time? A lot of magic like this does, but on the other hand… I suppose Harry's work technically counts as blood magic, and even worse: Experimental Blood Magic. Dammit, for all we know the link could be permanent, or it could get stronger.

Angelina bit her lip, holding in a moan when she felt Harry caressing Quetz'lun as he explored her body and removed her clothing. Her head poked out of her curtain, seeing two of her roommates dressed in warm nightgowns sitting on a bed with books and notes spread out around them. Biting back a groan for a different reason, Angelina double checked her curtains were closed and leaned back in thought, drawing her wand and casting a silencing charm. Well, I'm sure that Harry isn't going to be a virgin come the morning, and I'll get the chance to see what sex feels like without actually having sex. How many people can say that?

As the minutes ticked by and she felt Harry's hands grow bolder, Angelina had an idea. Briefly leaving her bed, she dug through her trunk, retrieving a book hidden beneath the false bottom. Being very careful not to let the girls studying on a bed across the room see her book's title, Angelina slipped back behind her curtains and renewed the silencing charm. She smiled as she made herself comfortable and started stripping beneath her sheets. When she was done and could feel Harry's hands on her breasts, she flipped her book open to a well worn page and drew her wand. The book, One-Hundred and One Spells for the Bedroom, was something an older cousin had given her when she'd turned sixteen and it had become a treasured, if secret, possession. Double checking that the spell in question would fall apart on its own in a few hours, she mimicked the wand movements with a rush of excitement before casting three spells in quick succession. Her efforts conjured a blindfold, a ball-gag, and a long cord of rope that felt like silk to the touch. Making sure that the items were perfect she cast an animating charm just as Harry kissed Quetz'lun deeply. (The gag, at least, was something she absolutely wanted to get right; it had an enchantment that ensured she could breathe easily no matter what.)

Just as they were meant to, all the items began to move on their own. Angelina, nude between her sheets, smiled and forced her body to relax as the silken rope slithered across her body, threading back and forth (thankfully without any friction) as it wove an elaborate web of restraint around her body, immobilizing her completely as her arms and legs were snagged and moved into position. She got into a comfortable position just in time, as she lost the use of her legs and arms. The blindfold crawled up her body and soon she couldn't even see the light filtering through her curtains. The gag was a bit of a surprise as it bounded into her mouth, spreading her jaws. She relaxed and took in the sensations.

She could still feel Harry's hands slowly exploring the female form for the first time, but most of her focus was on the restraints. The ropes had secured her ankles, knees, and thighs together, her forearms were held flat against each other behind her back, and the rope had formed a lattice across her chest that raised and lifted her breasts. There was even a single cord with a knot pressing into her folds, drawing attention to the fact that she was already dripping. For a few moments she tried to move, accomplishing nothing but writhing against the conjured bindings. Experimentally she tried to speak, then shout, then scream. Her words were garbled and muffled. It struck her then that, until her conjured bindings faded away, she was completely and utterly helpless. There was a rush of fear, of helplessness, but as she struggled against her bindings, her skin flushed and her breath came faster and faster. Every tiny movement of her hips ground that strategically placed knot against her folds, just below her clit, and she moaned at the friction.

This was something she'd been wanting to try for a while, but hadn't quite worked up the nerve before tonight. She'd certainly never share this with Fred, her date to the Yule Ball a month ago. That date hadn't been bad, the night had ended with a chaste kiss, despite Fred obviously wanting more. As she felt Harry slip Quetz'lun's skirt off and the Loa turn around to face him, exposing her breasts but hiding her folds from view with her hand, Angelina compared Harry Potter and Fred Weasley. Fred was clever and driven, and Angelina had little doubt that one way or another he'd make his dream of opening a joke shop a reality one way or another. But… after seeing what Harry had gotten up to in a few months of stretching his mind and magic, the twin's focus on jokes and pranks seemed... childish.

While the twins tinkered with potions and charms, Harry had turned an unusually clever post owl into a four-X magical creature, (somehow she doubted that Hedwig would be content as a four-X creature, and it was probably only a matter of time until she made the leap to five-X) had reached across worlds to ask a small-g god for help, and when he found out she was dying, saved her life and infused her new body with the strength of a Phoenix and a Horned Serpent, and a witches' natural magical versatility. Harry hadn't shared much of what he was planning, but Angelina knew that when, not if, he left Britain behind he was planning to make his own country. (If for no other reason than escaping any lawful authority other than his own. Creating new magical creatures was frowned on pretty much everywhere.) How he was going to go about that, she had no idea, but that ambition was greater than Fred and George had ever dared to dream. There was something alluring about a man who walked his own path, who looked at a flawed society and said 'to hell with this, I'm building my own.' And given what Harry had already accomplished, she fully believed he would succeed.

She was distracted from her thoughts as the time for discussion came to an end in the Room of Requirement. But as Quetz'lun made herself comfortable on her back, Angelina's heart raced even faster as the Loa's clawed fingers traced a pattern on her own chest, circling the base of her breasts and the skin above her folds. That could be excused as teasing Harry, and she was sure her teammate thought that was all the Loa was doing, but… Quetz'lun's nimble fingers were following the pattern of ropes Angelina had bound herself with. Oh Merlin, I never bothered to wonder if the bond went both ways. I can feel what she feels and she can feel what I do. Before Angelina could think any more about the consequences, Quetz'lun's fingers traced her own folds, teasing her clit just a little in a way that combined with the constant pressure of the rope pressing against her folds to make Angelina writhe in her bindings, muffled moans escaping her gag. Then… then Harry was on the bed with the Loa, and she found she couldn't think at all. As Harry penetrated his first lover, a stray thought flickered through her mind. Does this count as losing my virginity?

Despite Harry's lack of experience, the raw physical sensations combined with the rope's constant pressure against her skin and the complete helplessness pushed Angelina over the edge more than once that evening. The first time she crashed over the edge, screams of pleasure muffled behind her gag and helpless to do anything but squirm against her restraints, she realized she was even more helpless than she thought she was. The ropes hadn't just bound her limbs together, they'd also bound her to the bed; she couldn't even roll out of bed to get her roommate's attention. (Yes, that would be mortifying, and even more mortifying if she'd misjudged the duration of the conjured restraints and they found her like this come morning.)

Later Angelina panted behind her gag, covered in sweat from straining against her bindings, as the three lovers (or two and an accidental but enthusiastic voyeur) relaxed after a second round that was much better than the first. (And even the first round had given her a screaming orgasm.) As the lovemaking had continued, she found herself wondering if the bond between her and the Loa reborn with her flesh and blood was growing stronger or if being blindfolded and helpless had just made her more aware than usual. In any case, as the three of them caught their breath, Angelina felt Quetz'lun shift as the mattress under her dipped, as something joined the two of them. She was intensely curious as to who it was. Did someone join them? Did Harry manage to seduce Hermione already? That's impossible, there's no way even he could convince her to relax and trust him so fast.

She knew her first guess was wrong when she felt feathers and fur against the Loa's skin. Holy shite! Her mind flickered over the conversations she'd had with Harry as he prepared the ritual. Turning Hedwig into a gryphon wasn't Harry's idea! It was Hedwig's! Has that owl been planning this the whole time?

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A/N: Hedwig's evil plan: Step one, get Harry to make her a powerful magical creature. Step two, help him survive and lay waste to his enemies. Step three, profit. Step four, rule at his side as the court gryphon of the Mage-God Emperor of Earth.

About Quetz'lun's perspective: Keep in mind what she is: 'Wild God' is Warcraft's blanket term for the Loa, Ancients, and August Celestials. Despite the fact that part of her body looks human, she is not human, she has never been human, and if Harry had insisted that she become human, in form or thought, that would have been a deal breaker for her.

It's a good thing Harry lives in a just, stable society with no major social problems or injustices and that he has a wide array of loyal friends who he can trust to listen to him without immediately running to the authority figure who sentenced him to 'ten dark years.' (Probably to ensure he'd be willing to sacrifice/martyr himself at the proper time.) Right? There's no way this scenario could possibly go wrong. I mean, it's not like the only two people willing and able to help Harry grow beyond a victim dancing on fate's strings are the twin sister of Hakkar the Soulflayer (who, in this fic, was also Goldrinn's consort) and a man whose (rather justified) opinion on the Ministry and British magical society could be paraphrased as 'burn it down and piss on the ashes.' Right?

Harry's the main character! Surely there's some trustworthy adults around? I mean Minerva told Albus that the Dursleys were terrible people… and then didn't even take a few hours to check in on him in the next fifteen years. The Weasley parents are kind of fond of Harry, right? But it isn't like they'd go against 'Great Man' Dumbledore for anything. Remus was one of his father's best friends, surely he'd be someone Harry could talk to? Nope, never saw or spoke to Harry before third year, too busy angsting about his lycanthropy and didn't even bother to keep in touch after. Umm, Harry does have someone in a healthy headspace that's on his side first, right? Anyone at all? He's an abused orphan with a lot of untapped potential, sure he isn't as powerful as Albus or Tom, but he's got a good heart and fast reflexes. Surely someone has stood up for him and earned his trust? …No? Come on people, this is how you get dark lords! Do you want another dark lord running around? We've already got Voldemort hiding in the bushes somewhere.

*Adds 'Dark Lord Potter' tag*

...Well, crap.