Chapter 11: Power Struggle
Wanbosi was dead. Brutally murdered by Harry Potter.
The vampire king turned his red eyes towards the man standing near the door, who seemingly came out of nowhere, and was grinning with a wand held in his right hand and crackling ice extending out of his outstretched left arm.
Their eyes met. Sinister red met chilling green eyes glowing silver and the vampire king felt excitement well up inside him.
"You must be the silver eyed demon," he said softly.
Harry replied by raising his wand blindingly fast and let loose an exploding curse that blew apart an entire section of the room.
Rubble and dust filled the room after the powerful explosion.
Harry's eyes widened as he sensed the vampire literally disappear from his position. He barely got an ice shield up to protect his back and it was shattered on impact by the vampire's fist. 'Fast!' Harry thought and summoned a whirlpool of ice and water to protect him. He strengthened his occlumency to keep distracting thoughts away and spread his magic to its fullest extent to track the vampire.
Lillian, still hiding under the cloak, had to control her impulse and instinct to join the battle. Watching Harry literally tear Wanbosi open had shocked her but strangely it didn't recall that nauseating feeling she had experienced the first time she saw fresh mutilated bodies. Harry had made her promise that she wouldn't interfere unless his life was in danger. The enemy didn't know about her and he wanted to keep her existence a secret. She was his trump card and was not to be shown until all the cards were thrown.
An invisible force crashed into his swirling shield and Harry grunted as he was pushed back. 'What the hell was that?!' he thought in alarm. 'This was no ordinary vampire!' He bent his knees and blasted out another full powered exploding curse mixed with ice bullets flying in all directions.
Lillian disappeared in a burst of fire under the cloak and reappeared outside the building in time to watch the entire top floor where she was get blown apart. Another explosion followed sending plumes of fiery multicoloured flames into the sky. She didn't need to think to realize that it was the result of one of the hidden labs exploding.
Harry's curse and ice smashed into the vampire with incredible force in mid air and the wind was knocked out of the vampire king as he went flying out of the building. He crashed into the ground, unable to gather himself in time and Harry was upon him in an instant, with an ice hammer formed out his clasped hands.
The vampire barely avoided the attack and the ground trembled and cracked under the force of Harry's power. He blurred away, putting a little distance between him and the ice elemental.
"Your strength is not normal," he said, calmly brushing the dust off his expensive suit. "Did that wand in your hand chose you or did you steal it?" He caught sight of the scar on Harry's forehead and his smile broadened. "Harry Potter."
"It chose me," Harry said. "Who are you? You're not like those weak blood suckers whose heads I've sliced in the past."
"I'm the king of vampire. My name is Count Vlad Tepes, but you can call me Count."
"Ho," Harry said impressed. "You're Dracula. You should be glad that you're undead arse is going to permanently end tonight."
The Count chuckled. He raised his fingers to his lips and let loose a piercing whistling sound. "Voldemort is going to be really displeased with the loss of Wanbosi but who really cares about all that. What's really going to get his knickers in a twist is your head impaled on a spike in front of his castle." Dracula pulled out a metal rod from within his suit and with a little twist it extended into a gleaming metal pike. "Elementals are a menace to this world and I will see to it your head is impaled on this spike before this hour ends."
"Dream on!" Harry shouted and stretched his arm back. A silver whip emerged from its end and it shot towards the Count. The vampire leaped into the sky but the whip followed, moving even faster and was about to strike him when the Count burst into a mist of blood.
The mist shot towards Harry and Harry blocked it with a powerful blue shield. "Expulso!" he shouted, blasting an evisceration curse into the mist but it just passed through harmlessly. A leg emerged near the ground and kicked out, knocking Harry to the ground.
Harry blasted a jet of water from his feet to propel him out of the path of the pike that was about to stab him.
"All guns out," Harry grunted, jumping to his feet. He stretched out his hands and wrapped his magic around the Count.
"What?!" Vlad gasped in shock as his body was suddenly caught in some kind of a web and he was yanked towards the elemental. Harry sliced his hand through the air sending a spinning blade in line with the vampire's neck.
"Shit!" Vlad yelled and used his own magic to break loose and turn into mist just before his head was cut off.
Harry's eyes widened at the use of magic similar to his own. The same magic he used without a wand was being used by this vampire! He didn't let the thought distract him and he flashed towards the mist with water roaring around him and attempted to encase the mist in ice.
Vlad rematerialized and pulled a sword out of nowhere and sliced Harry's ice like it was nothing. The blade continued its path towards Harry's chest and was deflected by a burst of magic from Harry.
They flashed away from each other feeling the thrill of battle course through their veins.
"You're definitely not a normal human wizard," Vlad said, panting slightly. "That power you have is already greater than Voldemort's. I can feel its ferocity snapping at me."
"I could say the same to you," Harry replied. "What the hell is that mist and magic? You're supposed to be a vampire. Not a wizard."
"I am a vampire that is a product of true Evil," Vlad replied. "All others are just by products of my bite. I am a part of Evil just like your wand."
Understanding dawned on Harry. "You're just using Voldemort," he murmured. "He's the vessel through which Evil will return."
"Very good," Vlad mocked.
"You're going to die for sure," Harry said, gritting his teeth. He prepared another ferocious attack but was unsettled by the unmoving vampire.
The reason became apparent to him seconds later as one by one, vampires began to surround him. Their numbers kept on increasing and they blurred past him without trying to attack him.
'The whistle,' Harry thought grimly. Undeterred and unimpressed, he took a step to launch his attack but to his horror, he found he could not move!
"Caught in my trap, you are!" Vlad said in a sing song voice.
Harry looked down and saw a faintly glowing pentagram around him with him in the centre. "When?!"
"My vampires laid it when they arrived," Vlad explained chuckling. "You were too busy concentrating on me to notice."
Harry struggled to move but he couldn't. He tired to blow the trap away with his water and ice but they just shot into the sky no matter how hard he tried. He tried using his magic to summon a rock to break the barrier but his magic, in all its forms, refused to leave that circle he was trapped in.
Vlad readied his spike with a truly evil look in his eyes.
Harry knew he was in trouble. This unexpected trap had completely immobilised him and he was just waiting to be killed. "Wait!" he shouted in alarm. His mind was swimming through possible ways to escape and the one thing he needed was time.
Vlad paused with a curious frown. "Any last words?"
"What's your beef with me? I mean why do you want to kill me so bad? You surely don't care about that jackoff Voldemort."
Vlad chuckled. "You are a part of something truly disgusting."
"More disgusting than you? What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about your kind. Do you know how the human race was created? The human race is a species that was given life by both Good and Evil. They came into existence as a result of the eternal clashes between Good and Evil. Humans are a mistake that should have never been created. I was given life by Evil alone and there is still more life that he created hidden in this world. The Drakons, the High Elves, the Dwarves, the Neytons and more were given life by Good."
The magnitude of the vampire's words crashed into Harry. Vlad carried out, noticing Harry's expression.
"But elementals?" he said softly and dangerously. "Elemental's were humans that got greedy and attempted to summon power from another dimension of life. They gained power that was harmful to good and evil. A power that neither good nor evil could wield. Good being good, didn't begrudge these humans, it never even considered what they did was wrong. But evil was determined to wipe these humans off the planet. But around that time, that time meaning really, really, really long ago, three human elementals with the army of good were able to tip the balance of power towards good and evil was defeated, but not killed. Elementals are humans that have the power to tip the scales of balance to either good or to evil. But history has proven they eventually side with good."
The meaning behind these words was mind boggling. They couldn't be comprehended in the few seconds that it took to tell this story. His will to survive had never been stronger after grasping the meaning behind the vampire's little history lesson and not to mention the vampire's true strength.
"You are a descendent of this cursed blood through time and now, to end your bloodline, you must die, abomination," Vlad hissed and pulled his arm back, the tip of his pike gleaming under the moonlight.
Harry's eyes contorted in fury. "Do it!" he screamed. Vlad thought he was screaming because of the impact of the thought of dying but actually it was a signal to the undetectable fire elemental who was conveniently standing a few feet behind the kings of vampires.
A thin whip of fire, almost a momentary crack in the atmosphere, sliced through the air and cut through the Count's neck like it wasn't even there. The whip disappeared just as fast as it appeared and for a few seconds, everything stopped and it looked like nothing had happened. Nothing had changed and the moment was just frozen in time.
Then Vlad's expression of cruel delight turned to confusion. That expression remained fixed on his face when a fiery lance made of fire flew through the air and burned through his back, through his heart and burst out of his chest. The lance continued its path and crashed into the ground next to Harry, erasing the trap holding him in place.
"So this was the famous Dracula. Beaten by a fourteen year old girl," Lillian said in mock disinterest, removing the cloak of invisibility and stuffing it into her backpack. Her eyes were alight with fire and she was calmly walking towards the slain king of vampires. She too had heard the story and understood what it meant. "You alright there, Harry?"
The air was suddenly filled with the anguished screams of the hundred or so vampires summoned by the dead vampire king. The squeal and screech of metal against metal pierced the atmosphere and all of them rushed at the elementals, blinded by rage.
They couldn't even touch the powerful teenagers. Lillian just laughed when their swords passed through her immaterial body of fire. She began to cut through the vampires with blades of fire replacing her arms and she moved like she was chopping carrots.
Harry didn't waste any time too and he decided to try out his new elemental tricks. He swiped his arm through the air, letting bucket sized droplets of water to fly and by clenching his fists, the droplets flattened and sharpened into razor sharp spinning blades. He guided them through the air with his magic and watched in delight as vampire upon vampire lost their heads in the space between seconds. A vampire that managed to avoid the carnage of fire and ice, tried to stab Harry, but to its horror, Harry's torso turned into water, let the sword through and then froze his body, trapping the sword inside him without harming his body. Harry blew his head off with a pulverizing curse.
Lillian was flying through the air, her arms, legs and neck stretched out, baiting the vampires to just come and eat her. She was ripe for sucking the blood out of all her veins that were throbbing with adrenaline. But every vampire that got close to her was consumed by fire in an instant. Her body was inviting but her magic was deadly. Her face was tight with mad delight at the death of each vampire. Every time she killed, a shot of ecstasy flooded her mind and she wanted more. The pleasure of killing was taking over her senses and she began to trap the vampires in balls of fire all around her and laughed when she heard their screams of pain and terror.
Harry was feeling that same ecstasy that was blinding Lillian. He turned his arms into water that separated from his body and with his magic sensing the vampires movements, he guided the water or rather his hands around vampires attacking his shield and turned the water to ice and sliced their heads off. Watching Lillian's delight was unlocking the hold he had over the bliss of killing. It was the bliss his element was feeling at bringing death and it was taking over his senses. But he managed to control himself and grinning slightly he took down the last dozen vampires without even thinking to hard about it.
And suddenly, it was over. Harry and Lillian were standing over a sea of body with bloodlust coursing through their veins, begging for more. They wanted to kill some more. They wanted to see more blood. This was all too easy.
Harry had learnt to control this feeling but this was the first time Lillian was experiencing it and she turned her blazing eyes towards Harry. "Where are the rest?!" she hissed. "Let's find them and kill them all!"
"Calm down, Freckles," Harry said. Watching her wild eyes and blood stained clothes was turning him on and making his control go weak.
Lillian flamed in front of Harry, her breath short and eyes filled with lust. Lust for blood. That bloodlust remoulded into sexual lust in both their eyes after a moment of silence and they pulled each other in for a passionate kiss.
Unconsciously Lillian flamed them to their room in Drumard and their hands began to roam each other's bodies without restraint while lips moved against each others with blind desire.
Lillian pushed her tongue past his lips, invading his mouth with ravenous hunger. She grabbed his arse and pulled him further into her, grinding against his crotch, feeling his cock grow hard.
Harry pulled back and held her shoulders firmly. "Freckles," he panted. His element was craving for blood; for violence. Raw sexual desire was flooding all his senses and he knew he wouldn't be able to control it if this continued. He could see the lust had already taking control of Lillian and her eyes radiated anger at his withdrawal. "Freckles we have to stop."
"Shut. Up. And. Fuck. Me." she said, her voice a low and clear authoritative growl.
Harry lost all semblance of control as soon as she uttered those words. The rings of silver in his eyes glowed triumphantly and he sucked and bit her lips eagerly. Lillian was delighted and with a single purpose in mind she began to undo his pants.
She barely pulled the zip down when harry pushed her away and shoved her towards the wall. She cried out when her back made contact with the wall but there she didn't have time to register the pain as Harry grabbed her shirt and tore it apart.
"God yes!" she cried out clenching and pulling his hair while he lowered his mouth and engulfed her nipples in his mouth, sucking on them. He roughly squeezed her perky breasts and felt his excitement and passion rise when she moaned erotically. All his reservations about letting his element control him were gone. All that remained now was pure unadulterated lust.
Lillian's hot and sweaty palm blindly found its way into his pants and she grasped Harry's cock while his mouth and hands mauled her breasts, making her moan and gasp at the pleasure. The sensation of having a different hand touch Harry's cock sent blots of pleasure shooting up from his balls which made him groan into her breasts. He wanted to reciprocate and quickly rose up to wrap one hand around her neck and pull her in for a violent kiss while the other hand undid her jeans and pushed past the waistband of her panties to the moist spot between her legs.
For a brief moment their dilated pupils locked; green and blue gazed into each other. Lillian was letting her fingers run all over his warm hard on and balls and Harry was stroking her between her legs, marvelling at soft hair, the slick flesh, the warmth radiating through the skin and the sticky liquid that was coating his fingers.
Both elementals were feeling incredibly aroused and amazed at the new feeling their ministrations was causing in their bodies and for a minute they were just frozen, breathing heavily, their eyes locked on each other and their fingers exploring. Their pace slowed down for a moment before the lust exploded out of them and one by one each article of clothing was ripped of their bodies until they were naked, grinding against each other, locked in another toe curling kiss. Lillian broke away and started to trail kisses down Harry's neck while pushing him back to the bed. She wanted to be in control. Her element demanded it.
Harry gasped when she pulled at his nipples with her teeth. His hands were sliding down her back and her arousing nibbles made him lean further and dig his hands into her taut and soft buttocks.
She was thrown off balance when harry spun her around and pushed her onto the bed. She landed with a light squeal and his nostrils flared at the erotic sight in front of him. Heavy lidded blue eyes with rings of fire were looking at him hungrily, heaving breasts that were capped with erect nipples and pink areolas, a tight abdomen that was moving and down in anticipation and a hint of black hair between her long, amazing, delicious, crossed legs.
His prize was hidden from him revealing only the neat bush above her pussy. Harry let out a growl and pounced on her, one hand prying her legs open and the wrapping under her back adjusting her position.
Lillian's breath hitched when he positioned himself between her spread legs and something ice cold brush her burning pussy. She cried out when he pushed in. His hands were taking support from the mattress on either sides of her breasts and his expression was clenched as he pushed in. He gave no heed to her cry of pain and pushed in further, gasping and groaning at the incredible tightness and resistance his cock was feeling. Pleasure struck his nerves like never before and his eyes were clenched shut. Lillian's fingers tightened their grip on Harry's hair and she raised herself to bite into his shoulder. She drew blood when Harry reared back and thrust again in an attempt to push in completely. The pain it caused her was momentarily blinding but Harry only cared getting balls deep inside her and with the fourth thrust he was buried inside her warmth to the hilt.
"Freckles," Harry gasped, feeling a rush of sensations that he had never felt before travel the length of his cock as he pushed in and felt her pussy muscles clamp down and pull him in.
The sensations travelled straight to his brain inducing a pleasurable haze in front of eyes which made him thrust harder and faster.
The pain was entangled with pleasure and with tears leaking from her clenched eyes she began to raise her hips to meet Harry's thrusts. The more it hurt, the more she wanted his cock to invade into her depths and heighten her ecstasy. The sound of their bodies thrusting against each other wildly brought out a long drawn moan that kept getting fuelled with every thrust of the cock burrowing into her.
A fire was building in her abdomen and the pain was soon forgotten and gone, paving the way for more and more pleasure to fill her senses. She gasped and bucked under him as the sensations suddenly changed and took her to a higher level of pleasure. Her hands were running wildly through his hair, grasping and pulling. She ran her hands over his back digging her nails in and scratching with pleasure clouding and overdosing her senses.
Harry felt a chill build up in his testicles at the speed at which his heart was racing. A sensation of an explosion was rising in him and he roughly grabbed Lillian's arms and pinned them behind her head allowing him further closeness to her. He could feel her hard nipples brush against his chest with every thrust. He could feel her soft legs wrap themselves around his waist to use as leverage to thrust back harder and faster. He could feel her breath every time his lips brushed against her. Every part of her that he touched was sending shocks of pleasure to his testes and making the coming explosion bigger and bigger.
Lillian cried out his name suddenly and Harry exploded. His world momentarily turned white with blinding sensations that took him to a place that was beyond pleasure. His hips continued to unconsciously thrust into Lillian.
The feeling of his ice cold cum spray into the depths of her pussy made the fire in her loin's react and erupt all through her body sending her to orgasmic heaven. Her body was writhing and trembling violently under Harry and she was literally laughing in ecstasy. She forgot about the presence of Harry above her as her mind was clouded with indescribable pleasure.
Slowly they returned to normal and Lillian was still giggling as they looked into each other's lust filled eyes that craved for more. If they had been in their normal state they would have been done a long time back and with unexpected amounts of difficulty. But with their elemental selves fully unleashed, they were far from done. Lillian tightened her grip around Harry's waist and flipped them over. Harry smirked at her enthusiasm and pulled her down for a searing kiss. They played with their tongues, revealing in the sparks of pleasure it sent through them. Her body was grinding against his, her labia rubbing over the length of Harry's semi hard cock urging it to harden fast so that she could experience that blistering pleasure an orgasm blew into her.
"Eager aren't you," Harry breathed into her ear softly and kissed the bottom of her ear. He began to trail kisses down her neck and Lillian stretched a hand behind her and sensually trailed her fingers on his testicles.
"Aren't you?" she retorted throatily.
Lillian's erotic actions didn't take long to succeed and this time without any brushes with pain she pressed Harry's cock into her opening. She gasped when her pussy walls were parted and Harry's breath was caught in his throat as his cock was once again clamped tightly on all sides by her tight pussy walls. Inch by inch she sank down on him, gasping at every centimetre covered and Harry laid his head back on the mattress and controlled his impulse to thrust wildly. He let the the pleasurable sensations wash over him and his eyes were fixed on Lillian's naked, grinding and sweaty body. His breath was shaky and body gushing with pleasure as his cock fully disappeared inside her and reappeared when she rose again. It was so hard to control the pressure building in his balls and Lillian's slow motion were equivalent to torture. His hands grasped her hips and helped her with her motions, gradually increasing her momentum. A shudder ran through his body when he saw her labia cling to his cock and slid up and down, coating him with her juices and speeding up with every thrust. Her gasps and moans got louder and shorter as her body began to bounce at a faster speed. Intense pleasure flooded his body with raw power and he thrust up suddenly eliciting delightful gasp from Lillian. A growl rose from the depths of his gut and he reared his hand back before letting it fall back and smack her arse.
Lillian's walls contracted against his cock and she placed her hands on his chest to take support as another jolt of pleasure tore through her.
"God yes," she whispered and began to bounce and grind on Harry more hurriedly, eager to experience another orgasm.
Harry watched in excitement as her pert breasts began to bounce in rhythm and he smacked her on the arse again encouraging her to ride him faster. He could feel that pressure building in him again and judging by the look in Lillian glowing eyes, still encased in fire, he knew she was feeling it too. He raised himself to a half sitting position and captured her lips with his own and with his hands firmly holding her waist; he began to pull her harder and faster onto his full length. They moaned into each other's mouth, and Lillian slid her hands down to pinch his arse. Harry gasped and jerked his hips to meet her thrust. He suddenly wanted more of her. He wanted to pound into her frantically. His mind was beginning to lose control and with a primal growl he pushed her off him, much to her surprise and displeasure and swiftly moved behind her.
Lillian gasped when he pulled her onto her knees and shoved her face into the mattress, exposing her delectable arse to him. Harry positioned himself behind her and without warning quickly pushed and thrust into her again. Lillian cried out at the rush of pleasure and for a moment she couldn't bring herself to move while Harry fucked her without restraint, his hips slapping against her arse, not giving her any time to manoeuvre. But she was not going to let him dominate her like this and she screamed and raised her body, her back arched to allow Harry to thrust and blindly she let her hand roam his body while the other grasped a fist full of his hair.
They could feel it coming. Their bodies were connected both physically and spiritually and they could sense that orgasmic bomb tick inside them. Harry wrapped his arms around her torso, groping her breasts and tweaking her nipples while Lillian had a hand holding on to his testicles and was squeezing them roughly heightening Harry's pleasure with pain. Her groping aroused him to pinch her nipples and spank her arse again. The erotic cry that escaped her only served to motivate him further. His hand began to blur in tandem with his thrusting hips, throwing slap upon slap against both her arse cheeks and Lillian's cries got louder and eager. She abandoned squeezing his testicles in favour of rubbing her clitoris furiously and seconds later her orgasm tore through every nerve in her nubile body.
"Oh god!" she yelled. "Oh god!" she screamed over and over again. Her body stiffened as the orgasm ripped through her and her pussy squeezed the juice out of Harry's balls bringing him to another mind shattering orgasm. Both elementals gasped, moaned, grinded and twitched aggressively against each other lost in a world far removed from reality.
The blood lust of their elements that had turned to sexual lust was finally sated and both elementals stayed in the same position, breathing heavily and thoroughly exhausted after the battle and incredible fucking. Harry was still behind Lillian, his arms still wrapped around her loosely and Lillian was only still half standing because of the support of his arms.
Neither of them could think straight nor say anything after the pleasure they had just experienced left their minds and bodies leaving behind a void that was fast filling with absolute exhaustion. They just breathed loudly and after what seemed to be an eternity, with great effort, Harry let go of Lillian letting her fall on the bed and he too collapsed beside her. They were unaware of the blood, the remains of her hymen, semen and orgasmic secretions that was soaked into the mattress all around them.
That night they experienced what could only be referred to as orgasmic bliss. They took their minds and bodies on a trip that was impossible to achieve in a normal state, a state of pleasure that could not even be imagined and comprehended if it weren't for their elemental power. They ravaged each other until exhaustion soaked into their bones and they collapsed onto the bed, saturated with incredible pleasure wrecking wildly through their bodies.
They passed out in that sexual haze and woke up the next morning feeling sore, hungry and in the midst of more than an awkward silence.
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Hogwarts: 12 hours after the death of Wanbosi.
"General!" shouted Captain Tully, bursting into General Casey's office.
General Casey was in the headmaster's office along with Croaker, Kingsley and Amelia. It had been almost a week since the elementals had gone and the situation in the Asian front had worsened. Voldemort had managed to detonate ten nuclear bombs in the major cities of China and India. The forces of Voldemort had torn through from Afghanistan and Mongolia into India and China.
The Australian human sanctuary was fully operational and fast filling. Wards upon wards were being layered everyday and powerful expanding magic were being employed on this inside to magically create the space that was needed to hide an entire species and sustain them forever if they battle for the world was lost.
"What is it?"
"We got new images of Ireland from our satellites," he said.
Everyone instantly went alert at the news. They all knew who exactly was currently in Ireland. "And?!" Casey barked.
"This was a huge fire north of a village called Drumard. Our satellite caught when it suddenly appeared out of nowhere. On further investigation, it was revealed that a building was hidden in the middle of a bog and the entire building was gutted by fire."
"Lillian," Amelia breathed.
"How long ago was this?!"
"About an hour ago around 10 A.M Ireland time, sir."
Casey thought for a moment, his body still. "Alright," he said finally. "Don't send anyone in. Just observe via satellite and keep me updated."
"What are you thinking?" Croaker asked, once the captain was gone.
"I'm thinking, there was a battle, Austin was involved and the enemy hideout was destroyed. That's all."
"Shouldn't we send someone to back them up?" Amelia asked frowning.
"They can take care of themselves," Casey said. "God knows they've proven it loads of times. What we have to do is wait and focus on the task at hand. The elementals will return when their mission is complete."
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5 A.M Ireland time
Harry awoke to the very noticeable sensations of having a naked female body pressed against him. His heart skipped a beat and mind went alert immediately as the memories of last night came back to him.
"Oh Merlin," he muttered, his eyes widening. His eyes refocused on the dark hair under his chin and the light brown smooth skin pressed against him. He shifted slightly and felt his morning hardness pressed between Lillian's arse cheeks.
His movement roused her from her sleep and within moments Lillian realized what was behind her and what they had done last night.
For a time that felt terribly long neither of them said a word and didn't attempt to separate from each other. They were running through the memory of last night and trying to ascertain if what they did and the way they did it was because of being in their elemental state or was it because of the other's provocative actions. Did the other blame the other for what happened last night or was it both their faults? Or was it really a fault to begin with? It had been incredible!
Such thoughts were running through their minds and finally, after fifteen long tense minutes. Lillian broke the silence in a spectacular way. "I quite like feeling your cock between my arse," she said in a voice coated with false confidence.
Harry felt the tension leave his body and he chuckled. "I enjoyed it too," he said softly and kissed her shoulder. "Last night was real magic."
"It really was incredible," Lillian murmured. "I never imagined sex could feel like that. I was such a wild thing that I can't believe that was all me. I honestly can't believe that I actually did all that without a moment's hesitation!"
Harry laughed. "I can't believe it was me either. I never thought I could be so aggressive, let alone have that much energy," he said in slight disbelief. "I mean, I was…"
"The scratches on your back would like to differ," Lillian interrupted.
"You wish," Harry retorted.
The beginning of an odd argument made them realize that they weren't embarrassed or uncomfortable anymore. Lillian got up and turned around to look at him properly. Harry too sat up and looked at her. This was the first time, without being in a different state of the mind that they were looking at each other naked. Their eyes roamed from head to foot drinking in the sight of the body that was usually hidden behind fabric. The dimensions of their bodies were being mapped by the other and excitement was building in them once more. Her eyes strayed in fascination to his erect cock and testicles that were covered by long strands of hair above the cock and around his testicles most of the time and his eyes alternated between figuring out her breast size and the magical slit between her legs partly hidden behind a sparse of black hair.
They were feeling horny again.
Suddenly Harry stiffened and his eyes widened in alarm. "Merlin's pants!" he gasped.
"What is it?!"
"The prisoners," Harry said in horror. "We left them behind and the building was on fire."
"Oh my god," Lillian gasped, covering her mouth with her hands and her eyes were filled with fear.
"Let's go," Harry barked and they quickly gathered their clothes and put them on after casting a body cleansing spell on each other. Lillian glared at Harry when she found the remains of shirt and she stored that anger in the back of her mind for later. They had more important things to do so she summoned another T-shirt from her trunk. Once they were dressed, she caught hold of Harry, who quickly summoned their 'all utility bag' and in an instant fire transported them to Wanbosi's hideout.
It was exactly in the same state that they had left it in. The top three floors were gutted by fire but the rest of the building was intact. There was a massive pile of sliced up bodies on the side of the building along with evident traces of burnt and frozen ground. Part of the forest growing near the building had been destroyed and a thick layer of blood was mixed with the soil around the battle field.
Harry chuckled at the repulsive picture. The whole scene; a half destroyed mansion, a surrounding mist and forest, not to mention the large pile of mutilated corpses lying in one corner of the image like the artist just decided to add a little morbidity to an otherwise dark portrait.
And Harry was laughing at that, not feeling even the least repulsed. "Get us to the basement," Harry said to Lillian and with another burst of fire, they appeared in the basement.
They were immensely thankful that the prisoners were still alive and figuratively unharmed. "Calm down, we're friends!" Lillian shouted when the prisoners shrieked and begged for mercy at their sudden magical appearance in the basement.
"We're here to save you!" Harry shouted. "So please calm down so that we can help you escape!"
The prisoners muttered with each other, spreading the news to the neighbouring cages through the length of basement that two monsters were here to free them. To them anything with abnormal abilities was a monster. It was the only thing that they knew about magic.
"We are not the enemy," Lillian said, once the fear in the prisoners had calmed down and held back by a flimsy dam of resolve.
Harry had been in a few situations like this to know what had to be said. "Yes we are wizards and witches. We are human beings who can use magic. We are the good humans who are here to help you leave this monstrous hell. The things that kept you prisoner here were vampires and dark wizards and we are not one of them."
Harry paused to let the words sink in.
"Now if we are going to escape from here, I need you to understand that we are going to use magic to do it. This magic will feel uncomfortable and ticklish so just stay calm and you will be transported to a different location, far away from here. Now if you all understood that I want you to raise your hands."
The entire basement of muggle prisoners raised their weak arms to show Harry that they understood.
"Now I am going to pass a rope from this point and I want you to pass it along to everyone and make sure all of you keep at least one finger on the rope. Do you understand?!"
A murmur saying we understood rippled through the basement. The muggles were feeling a little bewildered at the appearance and firm speech of this young man who said he was a good wizard.
"Where to?" Lillian asked. She was also captured by Harry's speech.
"Dublin," Harry replied. "We have to get the other people out of there and having a group of muggles with us will help convince them."
Lillian nodded and scrunching her eyes in focus. She pointed her wand at the rope coming out of the bag and muttered, "Portus."
The rope glowed blue and Harry passed it through the cage to the waiting muggle. As the rope was passed along, the length kept increasing and it continued to spill out of the small bag endlessly.
It took almost fifteen minutes for the rope to be passed up and down the length of the basement and come back to Harry from the opposite cage.
"Is everyone touching the rope?" Harry shouted, his voice echoing slightly.
A murmur of yes travelled to his ears.
"Good, now hold on, don't panic and close your eyes."
Harry and Lillian counted till ten and then activated the portkey.
The group of approximately hundred and fifty humans was transported through a colourful vortex and three seconds later they were dumped in a field just outside the city of Dublin. The sudden appearance of sunlight and fresh air surrounded the muggle prisoners and instantly brought out a feeling of utter joy and relief. They laughed and cheered and all of them closed in on Harry and Lillian to thank them profusely.
Until they saw the sun and greenery around them, they never thought that they would ever be rescued. Even Harry's words had just calmed them but not given them any hope until they saw the sun.
Harry raised his arms and shouted for everyone to settle down and listen to him. They still had work to do.
"My name is Harry and this here is Lillian," he introduced. "Now we have a little work to do before we go back to our hideout where there are many of us and many of you hidden from the bad guys. We have to destroy that shit for brains' hideout and look for any more survivors. Do you understand?"
He waited for the usual murmur of yes.
"Until we do that I want you to wait here and go nowhere. We will be back in about thirty minutes after which we have to find the survivors in the city. Do you understand?"
The yeses rippled once more.
"Good," Harry said. "We will be back in half an hour so don't go anywhere." "Let's go," he said to Lillian, putting his hand in hers.
She brought them back to the entrance of the building.
"That was interesting," she said. "You were talking to them like an adult talks to a mentally impaired child."
"That are exactly that Freckles," Harry said grimly. "A normal person would feel annoyed and irritated if someone explained anything to them like that. It could make them angry even. But these people can only understand that language because anything else will just trigger the fear in them. Fear dominates their existence and they need to hear a parent soothingly explaining things to a child."
"Deep," Lillian said, impressed. "But what's more important is the missing wizards and werevamps that are supposed to be in the building."
"Werevamps?"
"Werewolf and vampire," Lillian explained.
Harry laughed. "Seriously?"
"Let's focus on the situation on the emotions here," Lillian said sarcastically.
They were exploring the building thoroughly and so far had found it completely abandoned. During the time they were consumed by sexual desire someone had left the prisoners and quickly made their escape with some equipment for sure and that also meant someone had seen their battle and probably reported it to Voldemort already. Both elementals felt stupidity and a little guilt for not having the foresight to finish the mission properly before being consumed by lust. But they reasoned it out by remembering how overpowering that lust was. Although finish the mission simply meant murder everyone in the building and it also hit them that the words murder everyone in the building did not have the slightest affect on them.
Finally, at least forty minutes later, they left the building. "Destroy it," Harry said and Lillian grinned.
She raised her hands and bursts of fire began to emerge from her fingers. She raised her fiery hands over her hand and then made a throwing motion towards the building. A jet of white hot fire burst out of the length of her joined arms and destroyed anything it came up against within minutes. Concrete, metal, brick, glass, everything was consumed and she moved her hands horizontally to cover the entire building. She parted her arms and directed the powerful flames to the dead vampires and they turned to ash almost instantaneously.
Harry's eyes looked at the spot where the vampire kings head was supposed to be there and saw that there was nothing. The head and the body were missing and Lillian's fire was consuming everything else.
Less than five minutes later, there was nothing but a pile of ash and feeble rubble instead of a large building.
"Why so pensive?" Lillian asked Harry.
"Vlad's body was not among the vampires," he said. His mind was filled with unlikely possibilities and what the vampire had said about elementals was ringing through his mind.
Lillian frowned. "The wizards could have taken it to burn or attempt a revival," she said. "It's not likely they will succeed seeing that his head was removed and heart burned to ash."
"Maybe," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Alright then," Lillian said. "Let's get the hell out of this place and then talk about what blood sucker told us."
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1 P.M, outside the magical barrier surrounding London.
"Shall we begin Albus Dumbledore?"
Dumbledore turned around to look at the army of Drakons, otherwise known as free dragon, behind him. There are twenty of them and all were in their humanoid from, crackling with condensed power.
"Try to avoid women and children," Dumbledore said grimly. Voldemort's side was about to be dealt a massive crippling blow.
"We are not monsters, Albus Dumbledore," the leader of the Drakons chided. "This will be quick. However what happens after that is up to fate."
"After the carnage," Dumbledore said with a sigh. The after part had been well explained to him by the High Elf and Dwarf kings. If Voldemort retaliated with Evil's magic, then it was highly likely that the bonding of the vessel would be complete. Evil would enter the world once more.
Dumbledore pushed aside the doubts and steeled his resolve. "Let us begin," he said raising his wand.
The arcane barrier Voldemort had erected was rocked by the assault of fifty beams of highly condensed destructive magic expelled simultaneously.
The ground beneath Voldemort's London quaked in terror.