Welcome back to Phantom, and I am once again sorry for the delay. as it stands, I will unable to resume the speed I had going on for about an year in 2022 to 2023, but I will definitely update 2 or 3 of my fics each month.
AN-1: Its completely unrelated, but fuck did Gege turn my mind with the last dozen or so chapters. I mean...WHAT THE FUCK?! Not even AOT killed off its cast so quickly and frequently and in such a way—and by the way, I finished BLEACH, on the lookout for some great fics, crossovers too. SO drop em in comments or PMs.
AN-2: I have a P*T*R*N, where you can opt to read the next SIX CHAPTERS RIGHT NOW by following the link on the profile.
AN-3: Also, kind like an opinion poll, but comment on which ET villain you wanna see Harry clash with the most.
"Wait, so you are saying that the Chimera didn't die due to a ball of lead in its throat?" Kara asked with wide eyes, sitting on Donna's bed as the sunlight started to illuminate the world outside, "So all those myths are just…lies?!"
"Well, not lies per se," the other girl shook her head, sighing as she sprawled down upon the bed and looked up at the mosaics on the walls. "It was more of a misdirection from Bellerophontes himself. He killed the Chimera by controlling its blood from within, and imploding its heart, while at the same time shoving an explosive made from Olympian Silver and Greek Fire down its throat."
"So why the secrecy?" She asked, lying down beside her and looking at the paintings, each one depicting a myth and story from the Greek World, "I mean, that sounds way cooler than the lead ball thing."
"Well, if it became known that Lord Poseidon's kids were able to control someone's blood, then it would be quite bad for his future children, as well as other demigods too," Donna explained, pointing at the painting depicting Bellerophon and the Chimera, "So, Bellerophon lied to everyone else, and Lord Hermes provided him the body he showed to others."
"Have you hunted any of these monsters?" She asked, pointing at the clay figurine Donna had by her head. Each of them was carved and painted to the finest detail, from the scales on large, green snake to the spikes on the back of the lion and the dragon, "Diana told me that you guard one of the entrances to Tartarus on this Island, so monsters must be a pretty common occurrence here?"
"Eh…not so much," she shrugged, turning on her front to look at her properly. "You have gotten more action in the last year than I have in my whole life. The last exciting thing on this Island was when some Hellhounds managed to travel to the surface…and even, it barely took Mother and the others five minutes to take them down. Gods, it sooo boring here!"
"Well, other than the fight yesterday, Harry also doesn't let me do much," Kara nodded sympathetically, "Especially after the time I was almost killed. He has been training me non-stop since that. Magic and physical combat both. He is like this big bad monster when we train, he doesn't pull his punches, he doesn't decrease the power of his spells and he certainly doesn't heal me himself. It's pure torture to train with him."
"Same with Diana," Donna moaned, dropping her right arm on Kara's body and hugging her lightly, "Finally! Someone who understands how bad older siblings are! Gods, you don't know how many times Diana has thrown me around like a ragdoll. Hades, one time she punted me through four trees with single kick, all because I said she was looking a little slow."
"I haven't yet trained with her, but Harry says she is as strong as us physically," she said, blowing a strand of hair out of her eye as she looked at Donna, "and her punches can hurt like bitch according to him if she infuses them with her lightning. On that note, can you also use lightning like her?"
"No I can't," she sighed, dropping her face on the pillow and letting out a muffled groan. Kara giggled as she imagined the expression her fellow teenager must have been making, as she rolled over to pat her head as she hugged her. Her face still hidden from view, Donna tightened her hold upon Kara and said. "But I do have her strength, or at least, the same level of strength she had at my age. But she also didn't get her lightning until she was an adult, so maybe it's the same for me?"
"Yeah, though, my growth will happen only on the physical side now," Kara said to the Amazon, idly noticing that Donna was much more beautiful than the humans—even the supermodels. "Magically, Harry says I am about as strong as the strongest wizards back on his home planet, but he is exponentially stronger than me in that regard. Physically speaking, we are about the same, and while he says that I am the stronger between us…I think he has been holding back. He has more solar radiation exposure than me, and we have the same level of Kryptonian-Wizard ratio for our bodies too."
"Ugh, enough about them," Donna moaned, propping herself on her elbows and giving her a bright grin—and Kara couldn't help but take a look at the expanse of cleavage the Amazon showed at that moment. "What do you like to do in Man's world?"
"Well, I like to watch movies," she said, moving her eyes up from Donna's chest to her suddenly much more captivating eyes—and when had they come so close to hers?!—"and listening to music, and sometimes just walking around the city. There is so much to see there you know, from the food to clothes to just how humans live their lives. Krypton was all about efficiency. Not a single moment wasted in the search for the perfect energy source, perfect science, perfect theory, perfect Kryptonians… humans on the other hand… live so freely. Sure, there was no crime on Krypton, but everyone's fate was preordained by the Council. We were always grown in the Cradle, our genes manipulated to better suit one thing or the other. I was grown to be part of the Science Guild, just like my parents…so I don't have that much physical growth potential, compared to someone who was grown for the Warrior Guild. However, nothing like that defines the humans here. Sure, money means a lot for them, but ultimately almost all of them are born with the same capacity for anything. There is no one deciding their future or potential."
"Hmm, so they are allowed to do whatever they want, so long as no one is harmed?" Donna asked, blinking at the series of emotions Kara's words had carried. To her, the notion of someone deciding what she was going to be when she grew up was maddening. Even her own mother couldn't tell her that, to say nothing of what seemed like some old fossils lounging on some throne, "Say, do you think you can persuade my sister to let me out of the Island this time?"
"After she and my brother are done, sure," Kara snickered, and Donna too giggled as they both remembered the passionate moans that had been echoing all over the palace before Kara had decided to put up a silencing ward over their room. "Besides, now that I have visited this place, I am sure I can find a way of taking you out of here whenever you want. The wards don't stop someone from teleporting out do they?"
"How would I know," Donna raised an eyebrow, before her eyes flicked over the Kryptonian mage's hair, "How do you have two colors in your hair? Did you change it with magic?"
"Long story," Kara sighed, bringing up her changed hair in front of her eyes to trace the way the crimson turned into blond, "Diana ever tell you about how I was attacked?"
"That is probably the best sex I have ever had," Harry said as he ran a hand down Diana's back, smirking as she scoffed at his words, her arms tightening around him to the point of actually being hurtful, "I am sorry love, but it's gonna be hard to top the experience of three veelas giving you a head at the same time."
"Well, what about a demigod doing it," she smirked up at him in return, and he raised an eyebrow as she turned her face towards his muscled chest, laying kisses all over his pecs as she started to move down. His eyes closed in bliss as her tongue traced over his abs, and her soft fingers gripped his dick, "Mmm, let's see if you say the same after this, shall we?"
"You need to stop with that grip ho-Oh fuck!" Harry groaned with pleasure and his head fell back on the pillows as Diana captured his head between her pouty lips, laying smooches all over the tip while her hands worked on his shaft, "Oh that feels great!"
Diana moaned around his cockhead at the praise, and Harry shivered at the soft yet tight way her lips were wrapped around his shaft, sliding lower and lower with each passing moment. Inch after inch entered her warm, wet mouth, and his toes curled with pleasure as his dick entered her sinfully tight, warm throat. Moving his hands to her head, Harry hissed as she raked a fingernail over the underside of his cock, and his fingers carded through her hair. Just when he was about to buck his hips and finally take some active participation in the act, the doors to Diana's room blew wide open…revealing Hippolyta standing on the other side with a beautiful smile on her face.
"Mmn?" Diana moaned, looking up at him seductively as she batted her eyes, wondering why he had just not started taking control already as she bobbed her head, deepthroating him with practiced ease—and Harry realized one important thing…the silencing ward worked both ways. And lost in throes of rapidly growing lust, Diana didn't even realize that the reason Harry's eyes had widened was not because she had deepthroated him perfectly, but rather because her mortified, shocked and a little bit aroused mother was standing behind her—and watching her suck dick with a skill that would have made Aphrodite proud.
The sounds of her choking and gagging on his dick, along with the obvious pleasure threatening to drown every thought in his mind finally jolted him out of the daze—and Harry did the only thing that made sense to him. He slammed the door shut in Hippolyta's face, the silencing ward once again stopping Diana from knowing anything. The next moment, his hips bucked off the bed as he began to use her silken, tight throat for his own pleasure, something about the situation just making his arousal skyrocket past anything he had ever felt before.
Diana moaned more lewdly than she ever had in all her time with him, the loss of control and the sudden savage behavior of Harry making her wetter than ever before as the blowjob rapidly turned into a brutal facefucking. The bed shook beneath them, and it was only the heavy wards he had applied all over the room last night that prevented the entire floor from collapsing beneath them. He moaned with bliss, his eyes fixated upon the smoky, half-lidded ones of Diana as her lips stretched tight around his girth, tears appearing in her eyes and streaking down her cheeks as she gagged on his dick.
After a few minutes of non-stop facefucking, Harry finally came down her throat, his whole body tensing as he moaned loudly and pushed her mouth even deeper down on his cock. She gagged and mewled around his dick, the vibrations only making his release that much more powerful as he deposited his load right down her gullet. She moaned at the feeling of his hot cum gushing down her throat, prolonging his orgasm even more. Panting as he came down from his high a minute later, Harry gasped as Diana hummed around his still hard cock, her full lips forming a tight, soft seal around his shaft as she pulled back.
She released his head with a pop, licking her lips clean of the remnants of his cum as she gave him a positively sinful look. Turning around as slowly as possible, Diana placed her face down on the bed and pushed her perfect bubble-butt in the air, wiggling it in his direction. However, contrary to what she had been expecting, Harry didn't jump at the opportunity to take either of her holes…he just stood up and walked over to the bathroom.
"Wait what?!" She gasped, sitting upright on the bed and wiping a drop of his spunk from her chin, "What the fuck Harry?! Did you just leave the bed while I shook my ass for you like a bitch in heat?!"
"I left the bed because your mother is standing outside the door," he said back, waving a hand at the door as he vanished the sweat and the remains of her release from his mouth and groin, "She also, rather comically I might add, saw you deepthroating my dick like the little minx you are my dear. So, I think it is a good idea that I get out of bed, otherwise, we would have kept your mother waiting for a long time."
"Dear Hera," Diana groaned, her face rapidly reddening as she hid it in her palms, looking at the doors out of the corner of her eye. "Why the hell did you not tell me?! By the Gods, what must she think of me now?!"
"Well you can go out and ask her," he pointed out, fully enjoying her embarrassment. He didn't really understand what there was to be embarrassed about, but maybe that was just because he didn't have any parents. Or maybe it was just because his time in the Black Zero had fucked all the shame out of him, "Anyways, take a bath and get ready. I am going out to get Kara and Donna and we will meet you both at the gates."
With that, his regular ensemble of a T-shirt and jeans appeared on him, and he disappeared from the room, opening the doors at the same time. Diana squeaked as her mother walked inside instantly, her eyes flicking around for a moment before they settled upon her naked, embarrassed daughter. Lowering her hands from her face, Diana met Hippolyta's eyes hesitantly as her mother sat down on the bed.
This was going to be awkward…all because Harry considered getting his dick sucked more important than telling her about her mother—who was watching her daughter give head to MAN on Themyscira.
"Ah it feels good to be back in sunlight," he groaned out as he appeared above the palace, stretching his arms wide as his body began to soak up the yellow radiation. He could feel his muscles getting denser, his bones becoming harder by the second as his kryptonian side went to work, "With how the time here varies, I can probably soak up years worth of radiation in just a few weeks."
Looking down at the city beneath him, he stretched out his magical senses in search of his sister. Ignoring the mildly magical amazons as well as the enchanted weapons they carried, Harry blinked as a collection of powerful magical energies caught his attention.
'Must be the various artifacts Diana has collected and brought here over the years,' he thought, looking at the tower standing on a sheer cliff. Tiny windows for archers to shoot out of were present all over it, along with the giant crossbows on its top. That, along with the smooth walls without any groove or holdable surface made it a good defensible position…for a last stand, 'There must be some items from the Olympians themselves inside it for it to have a construction like that. Probably a tunnel that connects it to the Palace and the city so that the Amazons can come inside to safety quickly.'
Deciding to visit the archives and the tower later, Harry resumed his search for Kara. Blinking as he found her presence near the northern edge of the city, he floated over to the area, finding a house made of bamboo below him. A sauna, he realized, seeing the vapors escaping from the chimneys and the gap in the bamboo. Waving a hand cheekily at a couple of Amazons that were glaring at him, he lowered himself to the stone path, taking a moment to just look at the simple yet elegant architecture all around him. Sandstone was the primary building material, white to be precise, held together by what seemed to be calcite cement. There was also a well-built rainwater harvesting system in place, along with a sanitary system that would have made any large city jealous—especially the likes of Gotham.
Even their food was far better than anything he had ever tasted—which, in hindsight, wasn't shocking considering these lands were directly blessed by the Olympians in one form or the other. Shaking his head to dispel the thoughts, Harry walked over to the sauna and knocked on the door, wincing as he splintered the bamboo in the middle. Oh right, the rest of the Island wasn't strengthened and enchanted to withstand Diana's levels of power like the palace was.
Repairing the wood and glazing around to make sure no one witnessed his slip-up, Harry once again raised his hand…and almost slapped himself as he felt the silencing ward all over the sauna. Merlin, those minutes with Diana had really screwed up his senses if he couldn't even feel a ward at this proximity. And it was definitely Kara's work, Harry mused, dismantling it with but a thought…however, the next moment he wished he hadn't done so.
"-es! Right there," Kara's voice came through the walls, a distinctly satisfied and pleased note in her voice, and his face paled as her breathy, throaty moans continued unabated, "Fuck Donna! Your fingers are magi-Mmm, fuck what Diana says. I am taking you back with me!"
Hurriedly putting up the ward once again, Harry backed away from the sauna. However, even with that, his ears were able to pick up the gasps and moans his little sister was letting out while Diana's little sister was …doing what he had done to Diana last night. After a particularly loud moan, Harry turned around and apparated away, however, before he could track down Diana, he felt a massive buildup of magic near the eastern side.
Apparating behind the treeline, Harry floated over to the shore right as the whole Horizon lit up with white, and pure, unadulterated magical power slammed into the wards of Themyscira. For the first time in years, Harry felt a magical signature that was not his own…and it was dark. Not dark like what the ignorants of the wizarding world had preached about. Not the dark which supposedly came with the usage of dark curses and negatively charged spells.
It was a dark which came from the depths of the Universe. Something which screamed out at his instincts, begging him to rush out and end the source of it right now. Obliterate it from existence and remove any sign of it from the cosmos. It spoke to the primal part of him, the part which was connected to Death, Harry realized—raising his palms as he drew upon his power. However, before he could so much as blink, the attack, as well as the attacker both disappeared. Deciding to inform Diana about it immediately, he apparated back to their room, his mind momentarily shelving the topic of Kara and Donna into the background.
He appeared in the room, his mouth already open to tell her about the attack that Themiyscira had just rebuffed. She was not alone though, he realized as Hippolyta drew a knife and stabbed his neck in an instant, or rather attempted to. Once again thanking Zod for the gift—as distasteful as it was—Harry watched the pieces of the shattered knife fall to the floor, having saved his skin by removing the enchantment from the knife in a fraction of a second. Ignoring their shocked faces, Harry walked over to the side table beside Diana's bed and looked a the eastern horizon, once again scanning for any magical presence. Satisfied that no one was there anymore, he turned around and stared at the mother-daughter duo, thinking of the best way to break the latest development to them. Deciding to just show them, Harry created the memory of the last three seconds in the room, similar to an illusion.
"This was a few seconds ago," he began as the memory played itself, and once again, Harry marveled at the power behind that attack. No one from his home world could have produced that much power, or at least, not without several rituals and sacrifices. Hippolyta and Diana both watched the white beam strike the wards with horror, and even as the attack failed to break through them, it didn't go away, "Someone found Themyscira, probably by the same way I used the first time, and they attempted to break through. It was on the eastern side too, which coincidentally, is completely empty at the moment."
"By the Gods," Hippolyta whispered, her face draining of color as she fell back to the bed, and Diana immediately rushed to her, "Wh-ring the bells Diana! Instruct everyone to gather in the Palace, and send Selene and her soldiers to the Tower!"
"No need," he said, dispelling the memory and returning the room to normal, stopping both the women in their tracks as they stared at him, "Whoever it was, he or she has disappeared. I am currently feeling out at least four miles of land and sea around me…and they are nowhere in my range."
"Are you sure," Hippolyta asked, her eyes steely yet worried as she shared a glance with her daughter, "That it was only a single sorcerer? And that they are nowhere near us now?"
"I am," he nodded, looking out of the window at the city below them, where hundreds of Amazons were going about their day, "Whoever it was, they found this island by accident. Otherwise, he or she would have known about the power required to blast the wards apart, or simply avoided them altogether by some spell or the other. Also, that the sorcerer ran away once I began to draw on my own power, means that we are dealing with a mage who is very skilled along with his tremendous amount of power."
"We?" Hippolyta asked, confused regarding his reasons for saying so, "What do you mean we? This is an attack on Amazons, we can handle it just fine Harry. Besides, others may have accepted your presence as Diana's paramour and maybe one day husband, but interfering in matters like these will not go over well with them."
"Even though both of their princesses are involved with the outsiders?"
"Wait what?!" Hippolyta blinked, "Both princesse—you dam-"
"No it wasn't me, your majesty," Harry sighed, wondering why the woman was even thinking about that—and where was Diana when he needed her?! "It is Kara and Donna."