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"Can't any of you feel it?" the witch asked, her voice a whisper that carried to their ears.
"Feel what?" Daphne asked, suddenly alert but trying not to show it as the last of the class slipped out the door. Colin, lingering at the back of the group, gave his friend a questioning look.
Harry gestured for him to go on without him, and Colin glanced from Daphne to Mrs. Black, grinning widely. He almost stepped forward to say something, then caught himself, nodding vigorously before slipping out of the room and closing the door behind him.
"Beasts roam these lands," Narcissa said, walking to the window and peering out, "We hoped our wards would hold them, but they have breached. By the Goddess, I wish I had more time, but soon I won't be able to stay. I need your decisions now."
"I thought I had all day?" Harry said, confusion and urgency creeping into his voice.
"Harry," Daphne said softly, "there's something you need to know about witches."
"No, Daphne, please," Narcissa pleaded.
"What is it?" Harry asked, his face set in a serious frown.
"He must know," Daphne insisted, almost looking at Narcissa.
"Alright, but let me tell him," Narcissa said, turning to Harry, "Our power is tied to the moon, as it has been since we first heard the call. It waxes and wanes with the lunar cycle. With each hour from the full moon, my sisters and I weaken until only a sliver of our strength remains, then it blooms again like a phoenix from the ashes."
"Why didn't you tell me this before?" Harry asked, starting to get angry, "This seems pretty important."
"They didn't tell you because they didn't want to influence your decision," Daphne said soothingly.
"What decision?" Harry asked.
"If you accepted us and took us to your bed," Narcissa said, her cheeks flushing, "our powers would detach from the celestial cycle. They would be bound to you and awaken to their full potential."
"I understand why you hid this from me," Harry said, "but it was still a bad decision. I deserve to know everything."
"You're right," the witch said, "and in the interest of honesty and transparency, you must lay with Daphne here and now, or you risk all our lives."
"She's right, Harry," Daphne said, "I feel weak... empty. Look at me." She pulled him closer, her eyes locking onto his.
"I've searched for a purpose my whole life. I never found a sport that fit, a cause I could believe in, or a value worth dedicating my life to. I never felt more alive than last night, fighting the wolves together. I saw you in the mirror... my King... Please... I beg you..."
Harry had no more questions. The decision was made when he saw the sincerity of her desire. He realized that he could look into her soul through her eyes, reading the very fabric of her being. Initially, the power was disorienting, but he had known Daphne for years, so it wasn't as foreign as it might have been.
The young woman was genuine. Her whole life had been a series of overachievements, always knowing there was something better, something grander to strive for. Last night, she had fallen in love, not with Harry, as he saw, but with herself; with the image she saw in the reflection of the Fae. She had fallen for her King and, surprisingly to the young man, also for the three witches.
Her desire to be with Harry was pure, separate from her desire to become his protector. His blood began to boil as he stared into her soul, his resistance to the beautiful young woman crumbling by the second. She saw the growing heat in him, and her hope blossomed into a trembling smile.
He barely registered Narcissa moving around the room, closing the door and drawing the curtains, shielding them from prying eyes. He only had eyes for Daphne.
"You understand there is no turning back from this path," he said, feeling his own powers awaken, a lurking beast that frightened him with its desire, "and I cannot say where it will lead us."
"Let me go with you, my King," Daphne breathed, "Don't make me return to the dull and empty life of fraternity parties and football games. I was made for greater things!"
He saw the truth in her words. He stepped to her and, without a word, wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. Daphne moaned with pleasure as she pressed against him, and their lips met in passionate kisses. Her hands slid under his shirt, trembling as they felt the latent power within him, like a coiled dragon, hungry and filled with need but restrained by Harry's immense willpower.
The beast within the young man surfaced as he tore at her clothing. Suddenly overwhelmed with a wild lust, he struggled to control himself as he stripped her, and his own clothes fell away. He cleared the teacher's desk and laid her on it. Her body was slender, her breasts high and firm, perfect handfuls. As he knelt on the desk, he heard Narcissa's chant and glanced at her.
The gorgeous blonde was drawing a chalk circle around them. Her coat was cast aside, and sweat beaded on her forehead. She looked at him, her light blue eyes gleaming with excitement and tense emotion that made his knees tremble. "Don't stop now, my lord," Narcissa said in her sweet, sultry voice, "the sun will be at its highest today, and your union and her ascension could not be more blessed!"
The older woman's eyes fell on his cock, and she bit her lower lip. Harry felt it pulse even harder at the sight of her magnificent face. His soul cried out to join her and the entire coven, but a gentle hand turned his face back, and Daphne's smiling eyes captured him. This girl had been his infatuation and fantasy for so long, and now she lay beneath him, wet and ready.
"I will do my best to protect and please you, my Lord, for all my days... ohhhh!"
Harry slid deep into the girl on the teacher's desk. At twenty, Daphne was still a virgin, always saying she was saving herself for the perfect man. She thanked whatever had led her to that decision because now she knew who that perfect man was.
Her muscular legs wrapped around him, guiding him deeper into her tight confines. He pulled back, letting her wetness coat his entire length, staring into her eyes, which widened with pleasure as he pushed deeper.
"You feel... incredible," he smiled, his voice taut with the effort of thrusting into her. He rose on his elbows, cupping her breasts, and his lips locked onto hers, first gently, then with insistent need as he drove into her again and again.
Harry felt a power building within him that terrified and thrilled him. He could reach out and take this woman's soul. Make her truly his, strip her free will, and make her his slave. The thought horrified him, and the fear vanished as he realized he could never abuse his power in such a way.
"My King!" Daphne cried, throwing her head back as his cock plunged in and out of her. "Ahhh... Ahhhh... GODDESS!"
Her nails raked his back, and Harry knew what to do. He cupped the back of her head with a strong hand and brought his lips to her ear, words coming to him unbidden. He filled the magic circle Narcissa had drawn around them with his own Fae magic, not even sure how he did it.
"Swear to defend your Lord, protect the weak,
and uphold the virtues of compassion, loyalty, generosity,
and truthfulness above all else. Swear your soul to me as my Knight-Protector as I plant my seed within you."
"I swear!" Daphne cried out as Harry shuddered with pleasure, her words cutting off with a scream of ecstasy as she too was pushed over the edge of orgasm.
The two young lovers collapsed onto the desk, panting and clinging to each other. Neither noticed the blonde professor, who sat on a chair with her legs spread wide, her face contorted in a mask of love and need, panting as her own orgasm ebbed from her body.
Narcissa slowly stood, but then saw that the kids weren't done playing yet. Daphne rolled Harry beneath her and straddled his hips. She stretched out one slender arm, a golden glow flickering around it for a second. Then the girl laughed with delight, leaning down, cupping his face in her hands, and kissing him passionately.
In a second, their hips were moving again, losing themselves in each other, their bodies continuing to make love. The creaking desk, one of the side effects of Narcissa's circle, made no noise, but she still worried it might collapse as Harry and Daphne fucked on it with wild abandon.
Narcissa found herself back in the chair, her hand between her legs, gently touching and teasing herself as she watched her lord claim his protector. Another reason for drawing the circle was to keep herself away. She knew that without it, she wouldn't be able to stay away from Harry. Their desire, long ignored, was a raging inferno in Narcissa and her sisters.
Suddenly, she felt a distant ward being torn apart, and fear filled her gut with cold dread. She sprang to her feet and turned, closing her eyes as she directed her senses toward the barrier, relieved to see it wasn't their lair, and her sisters were safe. Then fear twisted again as she realized where the breach was.
Opening her eyes, she saw the kids standing by the desk, whispering sweet nothings to each other, smiles on their faces. Forcing herself not to look down at the naked and beautiful man, Narcissa waved her hand, and the chalk of the magic circle suddenly turned to smoke and vanished.
"Narcissa," Harry said, his voice becoming anxious as he saw her face, "what is it?"
"It's your foster parents, Harry," Narcissa said, "Greyback breached the ward we placed on your home, and I'm afraid he's either taken them or killed them, or holding them as hostages."
"They are cruel and malicious people, but they don't deserve that," his voice was grim as he pulled on his clothes. Daphne hurriedly did the same, tearing her panties as she tried to put them on, eyes wide as she felt the new strength coursing through her limbs. "Is this Greyback at my house now?" Harry asked with a grim look, picking up the black bag containing his sword.
"You can't hope to defeat them alone, even with your protector," Narcissa said, "Please, Harry, you are both newly ascended, still so vulnerable. You need a few more days to fully ascend, and Greyback knows that!"
"I can't stand by while he attacks these people!" Harry said, emotions boiling within him as he moved toward the door.
"Harry, it's a trap," Narcissa said, reaching out and touching his arm, holding him with a gentle contact, "you must see that."
"It doesn't matter," Harry said, trying to control his emotions, "If you won't help me, then get out of my way."
"I would if I could, Harry, but I can't," Narcissa said, "the coven is bound to our lair, without the Master of the coven I would be more vulnerable than a mortal if I ventured beyond our circles. Please, Harry, if you must go, take Daphne. With her, at least you have a chance of escaping their clutches."
He looked back at Daphne, and she nodded at him, giving a grim smile. They began to move quickly, and Narcissa felt a wave of fear, thinking she might never see the young hero again.
"Harry!" Her cry made him turn, and then she struck, literally, as the woman threw herself at him, her slender arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace. He felt warmth fill him as her love filled places in his heart that had never been touched.
"It will be alright," he said, gently patting the older woman on the back, ignoring his body's reaction as her perfect form pressed against him. "We will come back to your cottage as soon as possible, I promise."
"I know you don't believe my words, not in your heart," Narcissa said into his chest, her arms hugging him even tighter, "but my sisters and I love you, we have always loved you. So don't get yourself killed before we can prove it to you." She lifted her tear-streaked face, making something precious in Harry tremble. "I love you, Harry."
He was completely stunned by her confession. Something inside him filled with a sticky warmth. He saw the truth as he looked into her eyes. The well of emotions, needs, and desires in this woman was too vast for him to take in.
He pulled back from Narcissa, his fingers brushing hers, not wanting to release their grip until the last possible moment. Then he turned and ran across the courtyard, ignoring Colin's questions and the odd looks from other students, with Daphne half a step behind him. Their faces were set and determined.
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