Ciri gasped in pain as she stumbled through her latest portal. She had forced herself through three different worlds in short succession in an effort to evade her persistent pursuers, and the overuse of her powers would have strained her even if she wasn't hobbling about on a leg she dearly hoped wasn't too badly wounded. The Wild Hunt had found her; how she knew not, but they had, and it had been all she could do to flee in time before they could lay waste to the small village she'd been living in. Looking around the field she's stumbled into, she saw that this world had much in common with her own. It was dark, the sun having almost finished setting, yet as she looked around, she could see enough to swear that she was near Kaer Morhen.
"Ahh!" she screamed as an arrow pierced her shoulder from behind.
The shock of it caused her to put too much weight on her injured leg, and she fell in a heap just as she heard more of her pursuers spill in through portals.
"You've led us on quite the chase," Eredin's bone-chilling voice sounded. "None escape from the Wild Hunt forever, though."
With a pained grunt, she forced herself to her feet and turned around, her heart hammering in her chest as she laid eyes on the familiar armor of Eredin and his soldiers. There were dozens of them already, and more on the way, she was sure. Caranthir the navigator stood next to him, his staff alight, and Ciri felt her heart sink. She was already tired and wounded, and she didn't know if she had another jump in her just then. Even if she could leave, though, she had no idea where she'd go where they wouldn't find her. All alone, without Avallac'h, Geralt, or anyone else who might help her, she knew she was likely doomed. Drawing her blade, and wincing at the pain in her shoulder, she swore that she wouldn't go without a fight.
"Well, that's not something you see every day," Harry murmured as he peered down at the empty field filled by a host of what, if not for the obvious magic at play, he would have assumed were really dedicated metal fans.
"They don't seem very nice," Luna commented. "That woman needs help. I'm sure the particularly magical one's staff is really neat."
"You don't need to convince me, luv," Harry chuckled. "I'm already glad you convinced me to go flying this evening. We stumble across the most interesting things sometimes."
"You want to try the rabbit and the bear?" Luna asked.
"No, I don't think we need much of a strategy in this case," Harry replied. "They're using swords and bows, for fuck's sake. I'll go have a chat with them, and you get the girl out when you see my signal."
"Okay," Luna shrugged.
Descending to the ground, Harry pulled a dozen invisible grenades from his mokeskin pouch and started quietly floating them over towards the armored men as he undid his disillusionment charm.
"Hello there," he smiled, stepping out from behind a tree.
The men turned almost in unison, regarding him through their skull-themed helmets, while the wounded woman's eyes went wide.
"Run!" she cried.
"You see scores of armed men, and your first instinct is to come say hello?" the one he assumed was their leader asked, his voice sounding like stone crumbling. "It never ceases to amaze me that you humans manage to survive at all."
"What? No General Kenobi?" Harry asked, forcing himself not to react to the implication that the people he was speaking to weren't human. "I set you up perfectly."
"...What?" the armed man asked, sounding utterly perplexed.
"Don't tell me you're one of those prequel haters," Harry continued, happy to hold the man's attention while he continued to levitate his grenades into place. "I'll admit they have their goofy moments, but they tell a compelling story of the fall of both a decaying political order and a young man who had way too much responsibility heaped on him too early. Speaking from experience, being told that you're the chosen one at a young age can fuck anyone up."
"What in the world are you…" the armed went to ask.
"Ian McDiarmid is a national treasure," Harry continued.
"Kill this fool," the armed man commanded.
One of the men nearest him rushed forward, sword in hand, and Harry chuckled, pulling the pins from the grenades. The woman teleported over, holding her own blade ready to engage his assailant, and Harry took the opportunity to stun her before hitting the man with a blasting curse that sent him flying into a nearby tree, striking it with a sickening crunch.
"A sorcerer!" the one carrying a staff exclaimed. "Kill…"
A dozen explosions rang out at once, laying waste to all around them and covering the ground with blood, guts, and fragmented platemail. Harry tossed the woman behind him with a wave of his hand, sheathing her sword just as Luna caught her and disappeared.
"No!" their leader shouted, one of the few not caught directly in explosions, though he had been knocked down by the concussive force.
He lunged at Harry just as he took to the sky, flying under his own power. He lobbed a killing curse at his attacker, who recognized the green beam of light as dangerous and dodged out of the way of it. Of all the things that Harry had gained from the sudden influx of Voldemort's memories he'd been saddled with after finishing the man off, the ability to fly was by far his favorite. In cases like this, it made battles simple, and Harry laughed as he flew around, picking off the survivors as he sought out the one who held that interesting-looking staff.
Curses rained down on the strange, apparently inhuman creatures as they tried desperately to fight back. Those who had survived his initial assault were all disoriented, though, and what little hope they would have had against the storm of death that Harry could be when he chose to fight was nonexistent. He spotted the one with the staff after a couple minutes of indiscriminate slaughter and dove at him. He was dragging the leader away, and just as Harry reached them, the pair disappeared through a blue portal.
"Fuck," Harry hissed to himself.
"Die!" one of the survivors roared, raising his blade and charging towards him.
With a wave of his hand, Harry transfigured the man's sword into a black mamba and hissed, "Kill him."
The snake turned on its wielder and lunged at a space in his armor, biting him. The man screamed and tried to fight back, managing to tear the snake off of him, but the damage was done. The lethal venom coursed through his veins, and Harry broke his neck with a twist of his fingers. Looking around the battlefield, there was just one thing he could think to say.
"Hermione's not going to be happy."
Ciri gasped as she woke up, jumping out of the incredibly comfortable bed she'd been lying in and looking around frantically. She was in a very ornately decorated bedroom, something the likes of which she didn't think she'd seen since Cintra. Her memory was fragmented, and she struggled to recall what had happened. Eredin had found her; the Wild Hunt had cornered her, wounded her. Reaching for her shoulder, she felt around, shocked when she didn't feel even the slightest hint of the arrow wound that should have been there. Recalling that injury reminded her of how painful it had been to walk on her left leg, and she tested it out, finding that it was also perfectly healed.
"What the hell happened?" she thought to herself, grasping her head as she struggled to recall the last moments before she lost consciousness.
There had been a man, a tall, well-built man who had spoken to Eredin casually, seemingly unaware of the danger he was in. She'd swooped in to try to protect him when the elven king ordered his death, and then it was just blackness. Looking down, she saw that she was wearing a simple white gown and scowled at the thought of having been undressed as she slept, though given how her injuries had been treated, there was at least an explanation there.
Her clothes were nowhere to be seen, and her sword was missing too. She was reluctant to leave them behind but had no idea where she was or who had spirited her away from the Wild Hunt. As happy as she was to be saved, she knew all too well that rescues could mean trading one nightmare for another. As she looked around, she spotted a large gold coin sitting conspicuously on a small nearby table, with a little piece of parchment next to it. On the parchment there was an arrow drawn, pointed to the coin as well as the words 'touch me.'
"Not all traps are subtle," she murmured to herself, looking around.
She picked up one of the pillows from the bed and used it to bump the coin, wanting to see if disturbing it did anything, and the second it made contact, a voice sounded from it, making her jump back.
"Hello," the light, ethereal voice said cheerfully. "My name is Luna. I'm not actually a coin; this is just a recording. My husband chased off those mean pointy-eared men who were after you, and I healed your wounds. Your clothes and sword have been cleaned up and placed in the trunk by the foot of the bed, and you're free to leave if you like, but I'd like a word if you don't mind. Please come downstairs. I'll be in the kitchen."
"That man...chased off the Wild Hunt?" Ciri thought to herself, stunned.
There had been a couple score of them by the time she lost consciousness, and this Luna, who was obviously a sorceress of some kind, didn't suggest that she helped him. Just how powerful were these two?
"The fact that she's willing to let me carry my sword around freely is probably a clue," she murmured to herself, opening the trunk.
Sure enough, her clothes were there, freshly cleaned and piled neatly with her sword lying across them. The trunk appeared larger on the inside than on the outside, and she shook her head at the strangeness of her situation. Part of her wanted to take her things and bolt, but she figured it would be rude when her rescuers had been so polite so far. She stripped the gown off, cocking an eyebrow when it disappeared the moment it hit the ground, and got changed before strapping her blade to her belt. If her host was willing to let her stay armed, she'd take them up on their offer, if only because she felt more comfortable that way.
Making her way downstairs, she smelled something wonderful and followed the scent. As she entered what she assumed was the kitchen, she saw a short blonde woman putting on thick gloves of some kind.
"Hello," she said warmly, pulling the lid to her oven down and removing a cake of some kind from it.
"You sensed me?" Ciri asked, realizing that this was Luna.
"Mmhmm, you feel nice," Luna replied, turning around.
The woman was beautiful and looked young, though Ciri knew well that sorceresses rarely looked their age. Her big silver eyes radiated a sort of innocent wonder that she figured was a deliberate affectation. She stood about half a foot shorter than Ciri and wore a short blue dress that showed off her shapely legs and a good bit of cleavage. With her heart-shaped face, petite nose, and pouty lips, she was quite pretty, something else that the one-time princess was used to thinking about sorceresses.
"Thank you?" Ciri replied. "You're Luna, yes? The one who left me that message coin."
"I am," Luna replied. "What's your name?"
"Ciri," Ciri replied. "How did I get here? I remember being confronted by those men, but nothing past the point where I moved in front of that man."
"Harry stunned you with a spell," Luna replied nonchalantly. "He likes doing that when he thinks that people he doesn't want to hurt are going to get in his way. He then tossed you over to me, and I brought you here."
"I...see," Ciri replied, both annoyed and relieved by that.
"Please don't take it personally," Luna murmured. "Harry's developed a fondness for direct solutions to problems. Anyway, I realized that you really needed a bath, plus you had a sprained ankle and an arrow in you, so I stripped you down, healed you, bathed you, and put you to bed. How are you feeling?"
"Rested," Ciri replied, "and better, thank you. I'd never guess I took an arrow to the shoulder just hours ago."
"Healing you up was easy," Luna smiled. "My magic did make sure that the arrow wound won't add to your impressive collection of scars, though. Sorry about that."
"I have more than enou…" Ciri trailed off, going still as she brushed her fingers against her left cheek.
"Yeah, I took care of that one too," Luna replied. "I know warriors can be rather sensitive about the scars they've earned, and frankly the others are quite sexy, but as I guessed that you'd been hunted by those people for some time, I figured a big facial scar might make hiding out harder. The skin I forced to grow in is quite pale, having not seen the sun yet, but that will take care of itself soon enough."
Ciri barely heard half of that, too busy feeling her unblemished skin. She had come far from the princess she'd grown up as and wasn't as easily rattled as she'd been as a girl, but she'd be lying if she said she hadn't hated that one scar terribly. The others she could point to with pride, proof that she'd survived the countless fights she'd been in, but that one had been different. With her disfigurement gone, she could stop growing her hair in a way that helped hide it.
"Th...thank you," she stammered.
Drawing a small stick from within her sleeve, Luna conjured what looked like a spectral white rabbit and said, "Our guest's woken up, darling. Come say hello."
The rabbit hopped away, and Ciri realized that she was about to meet her other rescuer.
"Utterly fascinating," Harry murmured to himself as he looked down at the open chest cavity of the cadaver before him. "The organs look distinctly humanoid as well, though if the DNA tests done on the blood sample I took are any indication, this is anything but a human."
A pointy-eared humanoid creature whose DNA matched nothing he'd ever researched; mundane or magical. It was one of the most interesting puzzles he'd come across in years, and he hoped that his and Luna's guest would be able to answer some of his more pertinent questions. Feeling his mirror buzz in his pocket, he picked it up and chuckled when he saw who was calling.
"Hello, Hermione," he said warmly as the familiar, stern face of his brunette friend came into view. "What can I do for our illustrious Senior Undersecretary today?"
"What in the world happened in Brazil?" Hermione asked immediately, not reacting to his words at all.
"Did you hear about the goblin expedition near Giza that went awry?" Harry asked.
"Yes, they were robbed while suffering from the effects of a trap they barely escaped," Hermione replied.
"Well, the thieves must have worked to unload their spoils quickly because one of the artifacts that was taken, the Eye of Horus, somehow ended up in the possession of a muggle drug lord," Harry replied. "I went to retrieve it, but it turns out that it can cause magic spells near it to go wonky, and my disillusionment charm failed."
"You broke into a Brazilian drug lord's mansion and got caught," Hermione surmised, rubbing her temples.
"Yeah, not my finest moment," Harry winced. "The guy who spotted me said, 'get on your knees,' to which I replied, 'I'm not your mother last night,' and I don't know if my Portuguese is a bit rusty, but he got very upset at that."
"I can't imagine why," Hermione said, her voice bone-dry, making Harry chuckle.
"Well, he alerted the others, who drew their weapons; I vanished their weapons, we had a very frank discussion about the importance of neighborliness and extending hospitality to strangers, and then Lu found girls chained up in their basement as sex slaves, and I became less pleasant," Harry continued. "I take it the local ministry found out we were there and raised a stink?"
"That's putting it mildly," Hermione hissed. "The Brazilian ambassador was here earlier chewing us out because one of ours caused them such a headache. I have no idea what I'm going to tell her later."
"Tell her to suck my cock," Harry scoffed. "I did them a favor, or do they imagine having a muggle like that in possession of an artifact that could mess with our spells would have turned out well for them?"
"I'm not telling the Brazilian ambassador to perform fellatio on you," Hermione muttered.
"Probably for the best," Harry chuckled. "Given how magical governments usually are, I can't imagine she's under eighty."
"She's not much older than us, actually," Hermione corrected him.
"Really?" Harry asked. "Does she seem like Luna's and my type?"
"Harry!" Hermione hissed, though a hint of amusement did leak into her voice. Changing the subject, she asked, "What are you working on?"
"Dissecting a most fascinating corpse," Harry replied. "By the way, if you get reports of a small army of humanoid creatures fighting against a roguishly handsome wizard in southern Yorkshire, try not to get too mad."
"What?!" Hermione exclaimed.
Luna's patronus hopped in then and said, "Our guest's woken up, darling. Come say hello."
"Got to go, Mione," Harry murmured. "Talk to you later."
"Harry, wait, what's this about a…" Hermione went to ask before he ended the call.
Pocketing the mirror, Harry put stasis charms on the corpse lying on his slab and flew out of the room and up the stairs. He smelled cake as he reached the ground floor of his tower and smiled, wondering what Luna was up to now. As he reached the kitchen, he saw the lovely woman he'd rescued the night before, looking far nicer than she had, and smiled.
"You can fly!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide.
"I can indeed," Harry chuckled, landing and extending his hand. "Harry Potter. I see you've met my wife, Luna."
"I have," she murmured, shaking her head and taking his hand. "I'm Ciri."
"A pleasure," Harry rumbled, bringing her knuckles to his lips and kissing them softly.
Ciri felt a jolt and shivered, looking up into the man's startlingly green eyes. He was tall, quite so, with a strong frame that his black robes couldn't hide. His hair was black and fell to his shoulders in waves, framing a very handsome face. He had a faded scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt and a fresher one across his left eyebrow. His cheekbones were high and sharp, and she assumed his jaw was quite square, though she couldn't be certain because of his thick black beard. In all, he was easily one of the most attractive men she'd ever seen.
"What are you working on?" Harry asked, looking to Luna.
"Blue Forest Cake," Luna replied. "I mixed some of the butterfly pea powder we came across in Hanoi into white chocolate, and I want to see how they work together. At the very least, it will be quite pretty."
"I'm sure it will be lovely," Harry murmured, kissing her forehead. "Hermione called."
"Did they hear about the battle already?" Luna asked.
"No, she was tasked with complaining to me about Brazil," Harry replied. "Seemed quite put out."
"The poor thing suffers from an acute case of notenoughorgasmsitis," Luna replied with a completely straight face, making Ciri snort. "I tried giving Ronald tips on how to cure that the last time we spoke, but his face turned really red, and he developed the worst wrackspurt infestation I've ever seen."
Harry tried not to laugh at that, saying, "Anyway, I'm glad to see that you're doing better."
"Yes, Luna's the finest healer I've ever come across," Ciri complimented.
"This one's given me plenty of practice over the years," Luna murmured, beaming up at Harry, who smiled warmly down at her.
"Anyway, I had a few questions I wanted to ask you," he said, looking back at Ciri. "The first would be, what exactly were those things that attacked you? They looked human, mostly, but they clearly aren't."
"No, and there isn't one among them who wouldn't be quite offended by what you just said," Ciri muttered. "They were elves…"
"Did the master's strange guest say elves?" a short, wrinkled creature asked as it appeared out of nowhere, making Ciri jump. It had large, drooping ears and a long, flat nose that pointed towards its chin.
"What in the world are you?" Ciri couldn't help but ask.
"Kreacher is an elf," Kreacher replied.
"Elf?" Ciri asked, desperately holding in her laughter for fear of offending him or her hosts.
The image of what any of the Aen Elle would say if they learned that this is what elves were in this world was too funny for words.
"Yes, Kreacher's a house elf," Harry explained. "You're saying that those humanoids were elves of another sort?"
"Of another world," Ciri replied, figuring there was no point in hiding that particular fact from them.
Luna gasped and looked excited while Harry just studied her face carefully, as though looking for any sign of deception.
"Please explain," he murmured, the request sounding like anything but.
"I'm not from here," Ciri replied. "I come from a similar yet very different world. The elves who chase me are from yet another one."
"Does your world have snorkacks?" Luna asked.
"What?" Ciri asked, confused.
"Worth a shot," Luna shrugged, looking disappointed.
"You seem to believe what you're saying," Harry murmured, stroking his beard.
"I'm telling you the truth," Ciri said emphatically. "You said that you killed some of them. Did you happen to get their leader? He's the one whose helmet has a circle of spikes around it, making it look like a crown, and a skull mask."
"No, that one escaped," Harry muttered, "as did the one wielding a staff with a glowing blue stone in it."
"Then I need to run," Ciri sighed. She knew she couldn't have gotten that lucky. "I'm grateful for your help but the Wild Hunt will be angry enough with you for what happened. If I go, they'll likely pursue me instead of attacking you again, but if I stay here, they'll attack in force and kill everyone in sight."
"Attacking in force would be my preference," Harry murmured.
"You managed to take down a few dozen of them because you caught them unaware," Ciri declared. "If they come here, they'll bring their full legions to bear along with the monsters at their command and the icy magic they wield."
"I've killed my share of monsters in my day, and my command of fire magic is unparalleled," Harry scoffed. "I might look young, but I have decades of experience with the most dangerous magic imaginable in my head, and Luna's no slouch either. If they attacked here, on my island, and assaulted my tower, they'd find only death, I assure you."
"And the people around you?" Ciri asked. "I've seen what devastation the Wild Hunt can bring to cities…"
"There is no city here," Harry replied. "I built my tower on a private island. Luna and I live alone with Kreacher and another elf you'll meet later if you stay. The entire island is a death trap for anyone who would do harm to us or our guests."
"You'd be safe here if you stayed," Luna reiterated, "and if you think we really don't know what we're dealing with, you could share your memories of these 'Wild Hunt' jerks with us."
"You can look at memories?" Ciri asked.
"I can," Harry nodded. "If you're willing to share, just let me know."
"If I show him what they're really like, he'll probably change his mind," Ciri thought to herself, "but if he's feeling this generous, perhaps he'll be able to give me something to help me hide from them."
"That would be al…" she went to say only for her stomach to gurgle embarrassingly loudly.
"How long has it been since you ate?" Luna asked, furrowing her brow.
"A...little while," Ciri replied, wincing.
"Well, that just won't do," Luna smiled. "Kreacher, tell Mimsy that I want a small feast prepared for our guest here."
"Yes, Mistress," Kreacher replied, nodding and disappearing.
"You're too kind," Ciri smiled.
"Nonsense," Harry chuckled, flicking a stick much like the one Luna had used into his hand. "You have no idea how long it's been since I came across anyone as interesting as you. Now I want you to focus on one of your more pertinent memories about this Wild Hunt. I'll extract the memory from you so I can view it later. It will be returned to you when I'm done."
Ciri nodded and recalled what she'd seen the last time they came close to cornering her, tensing up a little as he pressed his stick gently against her temple. To her surprise, a strand of faint white light was seemingly pulled from her head and placed in a vial Harry conjured out of thin air.
He corked and pocketed the vial before saying, "I'll review this one, and we can start looking through more after you've eaten."
"Thank you both, really," Ciri smiled, struggling to recall the last time she'd felt so instantly welcomed by anyone.
She doubted it would last and figured that they'd both see sense soon enough, but she was more than happy to accept a warm meal and a roof over her head for the time being.
Ciri sighed in pleasure a few days later as she lounged on a very comfortable chair outside the tower, soaking in the warmth of the sun. Ever since she saw her newly healed face for the first time, she'd wanted to tan her skin and remove the last hint there was that her cheek had once been terribly mangled. As Luna had said, the new skin was very pale, having never seen sunlight, but she knew it would fix itself soon enough. Having the luxury to do something as self-indulgent as lounging in the sun was a treat she'd not known in ages.
"Is the gin and tonic to your liking?" Mimsy asked, the female elf looking up at her with wide, cheerful eyes.
"It's lovely," Ciri replied, taking another sip. "Thank you."
"If you need anything else, just call for Mimsy," Mimsy nodded, disappearing.
"I really need to make sure that I don't get used to this," Ciri grumbled, setting her drink down.
Harry, despite seeing all of her worst memories of what Eredin and his army could do, hadn't backed down in the slightest from his insistence that he could fight them. She would have thought him arrogant to the point of madness if she hadn't seen him perform multiple acts of magic now that she doubted even Yennifer would have managed. The power that he and even Luna wielded was great, and with some assurance that they actually could back up his claims about being able to protect her, Ciri decided to stay put, at least for a while.
She had gotten very used to moving on, though, and figured that she'd outstay her welcome eventually. Harry and Luna lived on a private island by themselves, venturing out to visit others only when they felt like it, because they were very private people who lived their lives on their own terms and had no use for anyone who told them what to do. As much as Ciri was loving living in luxury at the tower, with comforts she hadn't truly known in years and even greater food than she ate as a child, there were certain downsides to it as well, one of which actually helped inspire her decision to go lounge outside.
"Harder, harder...YES!" Luna screamed and Ciri winced at the realization that her voice could actually carry outside.
"For a little thing, she's got a great set of lungs," she grumbled to herself, shaking her head.
She was no stranger to sex or to enthusiastic couples, but Harry and Luna made Geralt seem chaste. More than once over the past few days, she'd seen one of them walk or fly right up to the other and lead them off openly for sex. That morning, Harry had come out of his workshop, having finished with something, bare-chested and glistening with sweat, picked Luna up over his shoulder, and carried her giggling form off like a savage. If the sounds she'd heard coming from the blonde since were any indication, she didn't mind.
"It's your pussy!" Luna shrieked. "It's your...your...AHHH!"
"Good for them," Ciri sighed, rolling her eyes and standing up.
Grabbing her drink, she decided to take a walk and give her amorous hosts a little more privacy. The island that his tall, dark tower was built on was beautiful, sitting in the middle of what Harry called the Atlantic Ocean. It had apparently been lost for millennia, having been obscured by ancient magic cast by sorcerers who then died. According to Luna, most people have thought that it sunk under the water or never actually existed at all, but the two of them had managed to find it and make it their own.
"These cannot be natural," she murmured to herself as she crossed one of the multiple bridges built across the five circular bodies of water that surrounded Harry's and Luna's tower.
Verdant grass and well-kept gardens filled the surrounding land, protected by what looked like suits of armor not unlike those she'd have seen on knights back in her world. These silent sentinels appeared to be purely decorative, though they were anything but. She knew if she attacked any of them, or if Harry or Luna declared her a threat, every single one of the hundreds of suits of armor would draw their weapons and attack her.
"I almost wish I could see Vilgefortz fight Harry," she murmured to herself, chuckling at the thought.
She hadn't seen any hint of the Wild Hunt since the night she met Harry, and that was as comforting as it was concerning. It was possible that they thought she'd fled from this world and were trying to detect her, but it seemed more likely to her that they were preparing for a proper invasion. If they came, she knew that the moving suits of armor would be the least of their worries. Harry had made it clear that the entire island was his domain and that it was filled with countless horrors for anyone who tried to attack it. As she continued on her walk, she thought that she spotted something in the distance and had to shield her eyes from the sun to make out what it was.
"Is that a woman on a...broomstick?" she thought to herself, her eyes widening as she realized that that was exactly what she was looking at.
The figure flew towards the tower, descending just as she reached the center island, and without thinking, Ciri drew her sword and teleported over, snarling, "Who are you?!"
"Merlin's bloody balls!" the woman shouted, jumping back and drawing her wand. "I'm Ginny. Who the fuck are you?"
Her brown eyes were practically glowing with rage, and her long, windswept red hair was wild as she stepped back, keeping her wand trained on Ciri, who finally noticed that none of the suits of armor were reacting at all.
"Ciri," she replied, lowering her blade. "I take it you're on the white list."
"Bloody right I am," Ginny huffed, lowering but not holstering her wand. "Are you staying here?"
"I am," Ciri replied. "Harry and Luna helped me out of...something. I guess it left me a bit jumpy."
"That I can understand," Ginny replied. "He saved me from a giant snake once."
"He makes a habit of this kind of thing?" Ciri asked.
"You must be new here if you're asking that," Ginny chuckled.
"More, more, more, more!" Luna screamed.
"I'm afraid they're rather...busy at the moment," Ciri said awkwardly.
"Oh, I know," Ginny chuckled. "Luna knew I was nearby in Spain and called me over for a bit of fun. It was nice meeting you, Ciri."
"Wait wha…" Ciri went to ask, her eyes widening as the pretty redhead went inside and bolted towards the stairs.
Not particularly wanting to find out how her lungs compared to Luna's, she decided to get back to exploring the island, trying to put what she'd just learned about her hosts out of her mind.
"Wow, so storms really do just get blocked by that barrier," Ciri murmured as she watched rain and lightning both bounce off of a forcefield from the roof of the tower where she sat next to Luna.
"Mmhmm," Luna replied. "We can get pretty bad ones out here, so Harry figured out a way to completely regulate the weather on the island. That way we don't need to worry about anything getting damaged. We get regular magic-induced rainfall throughout the island to keep everything nice and green, and otherwise don't need to worry about anything. The best part is that he managed to make use of the existing Atlantean wards to do it."
"Where is Harry anyway?" Ciri asked.
"He stopped by the British ministry to check in on a couple things," Luna replied. "We go back there every couple weeks or so for one reason or another."
"That was the place where I first appeared?" Ciri asked.
"Mmhmm," Luna nodded. "You're lucky we happened to be visiting Daddy and wanted to go for a fly after dinner."
"That's putting it mildly," Ciri muttered.
"Ginny said that she met you the other day," Luna piped up after a moment, and Ciri gulped.
"Yes, I...did," she replied. "I thought she was an intruder at first until I realized that your sentries were reacting to her."
"She mentioned that too," Luna chuckled. "Her heart was still racing by the time she reached our bedroom."
Taking that as an invitation to ask, Ciri murmured, "Is that something you do often? Inviting her over for...that."
"We have been for a while," Luna replied. "For her twenty-first birthday, I couldn't figure out what to get her, and then I recalled that she'd always been very interested in Harry's penis, so I figured that would work."
Ciri was really glad that she wasn't drinking anything just then.
"And you don't...mind?" she asked.
"Oh, not at all," Luna replied. "Harry is ever so good in bed, and watching my friends experience what I get to enjoy nightly is a lot of fun."
"There are others?" Ciri asked, shocked.
"A few," Luna replied. "Harry insists that we only play with women we can both enjoy, which is one of two reasons he's never had Hermione, and while I wouldn't object to watching him with a straight woman, I have to admit that it's far more fun if I can join in. Do you have any lovers waiting for you back in your world?"
"No," Ciri replied. Subconsciously tracing the tattoo on her inner thigh, she added, "I mean, I've had a few, but no one who'd be waiting for me."
"I imagine that kind of thing would be harder to maintain on the run," Luna murmured, sounding sympathetic.
"I've had good moments," Ciri muttered. "Considering how many people or groups have tried to hunt me down by now, it's honestly a wonder that I've survived at all. I wouldn't have if not for Geralt."
"He's the one who looked after you after your grandmother was killed, right?" Luna asked.
"Yes, he's the one," Ciri replied, smiling at the memory of him. "I hope he and Yen are happy."
"Oh?" Luna asked.
"He was wounded during a riot just before I left my world," Ciri replied. "I took him and his lover Yennifer, who nearly killed herself healing him, to an island to recover in peace. I was so tired of everything in that wretched world by then, and I just...left."
"Harry and I can understand wanting to get away from things," Luna smiled, gesturing to the land around them. "It sounds like you gave them quite a gift."
"Like I say, I just hope that they're happy," Ciri murmured.
"You have such lovely hair," Luna said, changing the subject. "I adore the color."
"I can't recall the last time I wore it down for so long," Ciri chuckled, twirling a few strands around one of her fingers. "I usually keep it up and out of the way."
"May I braid it?" Luna asked.
"If you like," Ciri shrugged, turning around so her back was to her.
Luna conjured a brush and started carefully brushing her hair as Ciri closed her eyes. It was such a simple pleasure, and yet one she'd not experienced in ages. During her first few days on the island, she'd remained tense, convinced that Eredin was going to strike again soon. That tension had slowly bled out of her in the days since, and she swore that as Luna started to run her long nails over her scalp, she felt the last of it vanish like dew under the warm sun.
"This is something that I wish I'd gotten to do more as a girl," Luna murmured, carefully dividing her hair into three sections. "I love braiding hair."
"Have you ever braided Harry's?" Ciri asked, her lips quirking at the thought.
"Only once," Luna replied. "He didn't seem to enjoy it as much as I did, so I never bothered him about it again."
Ciri snorted at that and sighed softly as Luna started the braid. She worked quite quickly, obviously being quite experienced, and Ciri smiled as she felt her heart rate slow. She was so at peace in that moment that she just closed her eyes and breathed slowly, fully enjoying it.
"Done," Luna announced, draping her braid over one of her shoulders. "What do you think?"
Ciri opened her eyes and saw a mirror floating in front of her. The braid was lovely, tied together by a small silver clasp that almost seemed to blend in with her ashen hair, but, as had been the case each time she saw her reflection over the last couple weeks, her eyes went to the cheek that Luna had healed. The sun had done its job, and one really couldn't tell that there had ever been a terrible gash in her face. The damage done by Stefan Skellen was completely undone, and it never failed to bring a smile to her face.
"I know I've said it before, but thank you for helping with my scar," Ciri chuckled.
"You have such a beautiful face," Luna murmured, brushing the backs of her fingers over the spot where the scar had been. "As much as I like scars, generally speaking, I think this is better."
"Luna?" Ciri asked, her eyes seeking the other woman's gaze in the mirror.
"You could join us if you like," Luna offered. "Harry would enjoy you, and I know I would too."
Ciri turned around and looked at her host in surprise. Ever since learning that the loving couple took another woman to bed regularly, she hadn't been able to avoid thinking about it.
"Luna, my life has been...a nightmare since I was a girl, and that extends to...most aspects of it," she muttered, looking down.
"Harry and I can both understand that," Luna murmured. "We lived through our own nightmares growing up, him more than me. That's part of what helped us connect so much when we started dating, that and how much I love his penis. We've helped each other move on since and reach a point where we can find joy in life. If you'd like, I think we could help you with that too."
Ciri chuckled at the other woman, who smiled softly.
"The offer's open," Luna added. She looked like she was about to add something else when she went still and shivered.
"Luna?" Ciri asked, tensing slightly.
"Harry's home," Luna smiled. "Excuse me."
She disappeared with an audible pop, and Ciri grumbled to herself. She was tempted by Luna's offer, which she couldn't deny. She was attracted to both of them and imagined that she'd quite enjoy herself if she went to them.
"That would be nice for a change," she thought to herself bitterly, trying not to think about the sexual experiences she had had prior, which ranged from unfulfilling to...worse.
She really didn't want to fuck up what she'd found there, though. The last thing she needed was to fall into bed with her rescuers only to end up fighting with them as Geralt so often did with Yennifer. Their island was a sanctuary for her, a place where she actually felt safe for a change, and the idea of risking that was unsettling, to put it mildly. That didn't make it less tempting, though.
"I know he'd be good," Ciri murmured to himself. "I'd think it possible that Luna was just the easiest woman in the universe to please if I hadn't noticed Ginny grinning from ear to ear as she limped out of the tower that morning."
The truth was that she was lonely, and the idea of finding some degree of intimacy with Harry and Luna was actually more tempting than the possible pleasure itself. Just having Luna braid her hair and caress her cheek earlier had made her feel better than she had in ages. Standing up, she headed inside, immediately hearing the soft moaning echoing through the tower.
"How is that possible?" Ciri chuckled to herself, knowing well that their bedroom was several floors down from the roof.
Hearing Luna moan in pleasure had made her wet before, and hearing her after she'd offered to let her join them was even more tantalizing. They'd saved her from Eredin, and she'd begun to think that they could actually keep her safe long term. Between that and her attraction to them, the idea of losing herself in the pleasure and intimacy they could give her, along with the security they were already providing, was something that she realized she wanted badly. Her feet moved almost of their own accord, and soon enough, she was outside their bedroom door. She barely touched it when it swung open, and her breath hitched at the sight that greeted her.
"Oh, just like that," Luna sighed, her fingers snaked into his long, wavy hair as she held him between her legs.
Ciri swallowed thickly as she watched him devour her cunt, feeling her own drool at the sight. Galahad's reluctance to do that was one of the things that ended their short affair. As...complicated as her feelings regarding Mistle were and probably always would be, she couldn't claim that her former lover hadn't been a giving one when the mood struck her. Ciri watched Harry pleasure his wife, biting her lower lip, and smiled when Luna caught her eye and grinned.
"Hello, Ciri," she sighed, and Harry went still before turning around.
Clad only in tight black pants that really showed off his muscular ass, she was, as he turned to face her, able to see just how well-built he really was. He had a few scars across his body, nowhere near what the average witcher did, but his physique was just about as impressive as those of Geralt and the others. She knew that his magic was what made him most dangerous, but given the look of him, she doubted he was half bad in a more close-up fight either.
"Luna, you didn't say we were going to have a guest," Harry chuckled, looking Ciri up and down and humming appreciatively.
"I wasn't sure," Luna smiled, sitting up. "Come in, please."
Ciri looked back and forth between them, her eyes falling on Luna's bare, dripping wet slit and her large breasts more than once. Her tits weren't huge, but they were very full and looked massive on her tiny frame. Her hips were surprisingly wide too, and the taller woman felt her mouth water at the sight. She stepped inside, and Harry stood up to greet her, grinning down as he peered into her green eyes.
"I must say I'm surprised," he murmured.
"I kept hearing Luna's pleasured cries and grew too curious to stay away," Ciri murmured, a slight smile on her face.
"Hmm?" Harry asked, furrowing his brow. "That's...odd. You could hear us?"
"Clearly," Ciri replied. "Sound carries surprisingly well here."
"I need to check on something," Harry murmured, looking away. "Luna, make her feel welcome."
"Is something wrong?" Ciri asked.
"Our bedroom should be silenced," Luna replied, standing up. "Something's gone off with the wards. It's nothing to worry about, though. You have such pretty eyes."
"Thank you," Ciri replied, looking down at her. "Yours are like pools of molten silver, but I still think Harry's are the nicest of ours."
"Oh, he has very pretty eyes, but he doesn't like when I say so," Luna laughed. "I think it wounds his manly pride."
"I heard that!" Harry called out, making her giggle.
"So you really heard us all this time?" Luna asked. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"It's not my home, so I just went out or tried to ignore it and get to sleep," Ciri replied.
"You didn't touch yourself?" Luna asked with a hint of mischief in her eyes.
"No, I…" Ciri went to reply.
"That's a shame," Luna grinned, snaking a hand around the back of her neck. "I rather like the image of you pleasuring yourself to my orgasmic screams."
She pulled her head down and kissed her softly. Ciri returned the kiss and barely resisted the urge to moan as Luna immediately deepened it. It had been a while since she'd been with anyone, and even just the feeling of the blonde's lips on hers was intoxicating. She reached down and grabbed two large handfuls of her plump arse, groaning as she squeezed the pliant flesh.
"Fuck me, you're gorgeous," Ciri grinned as she broke the kiss for air and cupped one of Luna's breasts. "I wish I had tits like this."
"You could if you like," Luna smiled.
"Huh?" Ciri asked.
"Harry figured out a way to magically reshape people ages ago," Luna explained. "You're body is gorgeous as is, and I can't wait to bury my face between those firm, round cheeks of yours, but if you'd like to change anything, we could do that."
"One of the minor wardstones was cracked," Harry grumbled as he walked back in. "Sorry about that. Luna and I have shagged in front of others many times, but we do prefer to ask first."
"We're considerate like that," Luna smiled. "Now, as good as you look in this dress of mine, I know you look much better naked."
"This is actually yours?" Ciri asked, peering down at the dark blue sundress she'd been given.
"I transfigured it slightly," Luna replied. "If you'd like more of a show before you undress, that works too. She heard me scream a lot over the past couple weeks, Harry. It would only be polite to show her the cause."
"You mean aside from his to…" Ciri trailed off as Harry's pants disappeared, and easily the largest cock she'd ever seen in her life sprang into view.
Long and thick with a slight upward curve, it stood proudly, surprisingly upright for its size and weight, lined by thick, bulging veins that she imagined would feel amazing if he could actually fit the damn thing inside her.
"Is this the result of your magical reshaping?" she asked, her wide eyes not leaving the massive shaft for a moment.
"The cause of it, actually," Harry chuckled.
When Ciri just cocked an eyebrow, Luna explained, "I couldn't take the whole thing inside me no matter how hard I tried, and I tried really hard. I could fit it in my ass, but even that was a struggle, and as much as I love anal, I couldn't take it every night."
"You took that up your ass?" Ciri asked, her eyes wide as saucers as she stared down at the blonde.
"You'd be amazed what you can fit back there," Luna smiled. "Eventually Harry figured out a way to resize my poor little vagina, and now we're perfect for each other."
Something about the idea of a man physically reshaping a woman's insides to fit his massive cock made Ciri shudder as heat pooled rapidly in her core.
"You're much taller than me, you know," Luna whispered in her ear as she wrapped a hand around Harry's cock. "You'll probably have no trouble at all."
"If you're still interested," Harry murmured, a confident smirk on his face. Cupping her cheek, he raised her head until they were staring into her eyes and added, "Given that we're hosting and protecting you, I'd feel awkward if I didn't explicitly say that you can walk away right now and we'll accept that without a word. I don't want you to feel like this is somehow an obligation or what we've been angling for from the start."
Ciri swallowed thickly at that. She could count on one hand the number of people she'd met since the Fall of Cintra whose offers of aid didn't come solely because they wanted something from her, be it her blood, her body, or both.
"We do both want you," Luna murmured, resting a hand on her shoulder, "and we'll happily fuck you until you're a pile of mindless, seemingly boneless, cum-drunk goo if you want, but he's right, and you could…"
She pulled Harry down for a searing hot kiss before Luna could finish, and the shorter blonde squeaked excitedly. Harry returned the kiss eagerly, slipping his tongue into her mouth and brushing it against her own. As the two of them wrapped their arms around each other and expressed their desire, Luna pulled the straps of her dress over her shoulders and started kissing her way up along the slender column of her neck. It pooled at her feet quickly and promptly disappeared, leaving her entirely nude, and Luna moaned in appreciation. She hadn't bothered with underwear at all, finding the dress itself a touch warm in the heat of the sun.
"Beautiful," Harry whispered as he pulled back to admire her, "utterly beautiful."
He brushed his thumb over one of her pebbled pink nipples, and Ciri gasped in pleasure. "You don't mind the scars?"
"Not in the slightest," Harry replied, tracing a finger over a rather deep one on her right arm where an arrow had grazed her badly. "It's not like I don't have my fair share myself. You should have seen the fucker who gave me this one."
He traced a finger over a rather faded bite wound in his right shoulder. She'd seen enough wounds left by very large teeth in her time to know what she was looking at and wondered what exactly it had been.
"A very big snake," Luna chimed in before she could ask.
Luna kissed her again and walked her back towards the bed, climbing on top of her when she fell back. The short blonde straddled her waist, pressing her large, soft breasts against her chest, and Harry lay down next to them. Rolling her onto her side, Luna continued to kiss her as he moved closer, pressing her throbbing length against her ass and sliding a hand over her flat, toned belly. He attacked her neck with his hungry lips, making her moan into his wife's mouth, and slid his hand down lower until the tips of his fingers brushed against her ashen blonde curls.
"Oh, fuck!" Ciri cried as she felt him trace a finger between her folds.
She was embarrassingly wet for how little they'd done so far, and as she watched him bring his finger to his lips and lick her fluids off, she felt her inner walls clench around nothing. Luna grazed her teeth over one of her nipples before soothing it with her tongue, all while Harry continued to tease her sensitive flesh with his long, dexterous fingers. Ciri could only hold the blonde's head to her chest and shiver in delight as pleasure she'd not known ages built inside her. He pushed one of his thick digits inside her, stretching her slightly, and pulled it out, bringing it to Luna, who was sucking on her other nipple. She grinned and wrapped her lips around his finger without hesitation, moaning in pleasure at the taste.
"By the gods, you two are going to drive me mad," Ciri moaned.
"If this is already intense for you, you're doomed," Harry chuckled.
"You taste so good, Ciri," Luna smiled, "and your bush is really cute."
"I'm surprised you think so, given how bare you are," Ciri chuckled.
"I prefer the way knickers feel against my bare pussy, though I rarely wear any these days, so I think at this point, I charm the hair off mostly out of habit," Luna murmured. "Harry here doesn't mind either way."
"Never have," Harry grinned, leaning down to wrap his lips around Ciri's other nipple.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, holding both of their heads to her chest.
The two of them worked in tandem with a sort of ease that would have surprised her if she hadn't known that they took other women to bed with some regularity. They moved slowly and deliberately, doing their level best to drive her insane as they teased her breasts. She bucked under them, desperate for one of them to move lower.
Her wetness leaked from her heated cunt down along her arsehole to the bed below. Just as she was about to beg one of them to touch her, she saw Harry kiss one of the scars on her belly, and her breath hitched. His eyes locked onto hers as he trailed his way downward, peppering her muscular abdomen with hot kisses that made her squirm.
"Please touch me, lick me, just do something," Ciri whimpered, her legs spread wide.
"I want to watch her cum, darling," Luna smiled. "Be a dear and make her scream for me."
"As you wish, Luna," Harry chuckled, nuzzling her curls.
"He's really, really good at this," Luna assured her, brushing some of the hairs that had come loose from her braid out of her forehead. "If you'd come in a couple minutes later, you'd have seen me squirt all over him."
"Sorry, I...oh fuck!" Ciri cried as she felt him give her slick folds a long lick.
She grabbed his head and threw her head back into the pillow, her thighs tightening around him, he outright devoured her. His tongue was long, dexterous, and hot, dancing across her most nether lips with skill she'd never known. He navigated around her clit so carefully she knew he was deliberately avoiding it, and when he finally flicked the tip across the swollen nub, it was so sudden and shocking she screamed.
"Don't apologize for that," Luna chuckled. "Being interrupted just means that I'll cum even harder later, especially with such a beautiful sight to keep me hot and wet."
"I could...by the gods...do it," Ciri offered.
"Later," Luna smiled. "I don't want to miss a single moment of seeing your lovely face scrunch up in pleasure. Speaking of, Harry, there will be time to tease her later."
"Such impatience," Harry chuckled. "You know what the price is for rushing me."
"You can spank my arse red later too," Luna murmured. "Now show her what parseltongue can do."
"Parselwhat...AHHH!" Ciri shrieked at the top of her lungs, her back arching high into the air as she came hard.
It hit so suddenly that she didn't have any warning at all; she was caught completely off guard. One moment she was just enjoying the pleasure of Harry's talented mouth, and the next she was seeing stars and writhing in ecstasy as it thundered through her entire body in waves. She stayed plateaued at that mind-melting level of bliss for what felt like an eternity, and just as she started to wonder if she might float on a sea of it forever, it ebbed, and she was left panting for breath, her eyes shut and her heart hammering in her chest.
"...such a beautiful shade of red," she thought she heard Luna say.
A moment later, all she could hear was a series of loud, wet sounds, and it took her a moment to place what it was. When she realized what she was hearing, she laughed, and her eyes fluttered open. Her vision was blurred by unshed tears, and she took a moment to blink them away so she could more clearly see Luna bobbing her head up and down on Harry's cock.
"You're so fucking good at that," Harry moaned, holding her head as she went.
"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!" The sounds echoed through the room as Luna swallowed every inch of his shaft again and again.
"Did you change her to be able to do that too?" Ciri asked.
"No, she never had a gag reflex," Harry replied. "It came a real shock when we first seduced another woman together and learned that that wasn't universal."
Luna let his cock go with an audible pop and added, "Only my pussy couldn't take every inch of him, and I thought that terribly unfair to it."
Harry snorted at that while Ciri just looked at her in confusion.
"I got him as wet as possible, so if you want to give him a try, go for it," Luna smiled.
"You should probably be on top the first time," Harry suggested. "Go at your pace while I hold still. I know I'm a lot to take in, so to speak."
Ciri snorted at the bad pun as Harry lay down and looked at her expectantly. She crawled to him on shaky legs, her orgasm having taken more out of her than she realized, and as she reached him, she asked, "What was that just now?"
"Parseltongue," Harry replied. "I can speak to snakes, and when I speak their tongue, mine vibrates."
"That's what that buzzing was," Ciri murmured, remembering hearing something like that before her mind went blank.
"Here, I'll hold him for you," Luna offered, lifting Harry's cock off of his abs.
Ciri looked down and shuddered, wondering just how much of it she'd manage. It was going to be a very tight fit, and while her being as wet as she was would help, she still knew that it was going to be a challenge. She wanted him, though, and hadn't been one to back down from a challenge in a very long time. Moving to straddle his waist, she maneuvered herself into position with Luna's help, and once his thick, bulbous head was pressed against her opening, she pushed herself down and gasped.
"Oh, gods!" she cried as she felt him pop inside her.
She'd once stumbled into a whorehouse in another world where, on a raised stage, there was a live show going on featuring one woman shoving her entire fist inside another one. She'd wondered at the time what that would feel like, being stretched so thoroughly, and as she felt the first couple inches of Harry's cock spread her inner walls wide, she couldn't help but think that she'd found out. It burned, as any significant stretch would, but it felt so bloody good too, and without waiting for long, she pushed herself down further.
"Oh cool, I can see him through you too!" Luna exclaimed, placing her hand over Ciri's flat belly. "You're so muscly here; I didn't know if I would."
"Huh?" Ciri asked, feeling half out of her mind just then as she looked down. Her eyes widened as she noticed the visible bulge under her skin, and she let out a long, low moan.
"You're so fucking tight," Harry groaned.
"A mother of twenty would feel tight around you," Ciri groaned. "Holy fuck, I feel so damn full."
"You've managed to take just over half of him," Luna pointed out, and Ciri squawked in shock.
"Half!?" she exclaimed.
"Like he said, he's a lot to take in," Luna smiled. "You're doing really good, though."
Ciri had had many utterly bizarre experiences over the years, and she couldn't help but think that a woman complimenting her on taking her husband's cock well ranked pretty highly on the list. She had plenty of experience with handling discomfort and knew how to relax her body and push pain aside when she needed to. Focusing on her breathing, she willed her inner muscles to let go, smiling as she felt the burning sensation recede, and she started bouncing on his cock.
"Just like that," Harry sighed, his hands finding her hips.
"Feel so...fucking good...by the gods," Ciri babbled as she took more and more of him. "You're so damn deep."
"That's nearly all of him," Luna beamed. "Try pushing down more and see if you can take the last inch."
"It already feels like he's in my stomach," Ciri moaned.
Her legs were quivering, and her body was covered in a sheen of sweat from the effort that getting this far had taken, but if there was that little left, she was more than willing to try. She pushed down again, moaning loudly as she felt him reach what had to be the back of her cunt, and she grasped his shoulders for support.
"I figured you'd have an easier time than I did," Luna smiled. "You managed to take all of it."
She leaned forward and pressed her lips against Ciri's ass, which made her laugh. She then yelped as the blonde flicked her tongue against her puckered hole, and Harry groaned at how her pussy squeezed around him involuntarily.
"Do you need a moment?" he asked, and rather than reply, Ciri raised herself up on his length and fell back down with a grunt.
"You feel so good," she moaned. "I've never felt this full before. Didn't know I could."
She closed her eyes and let the feeling of him impaling her again and again wash over her. He reached parts of her she'd never had touched, parts that she didn't know she could feel as he rearranged her insides, not magically as he had done with Luna, but the natural way. In a way it made her feel proud that she could take all of him as is, as though she were practically made to ride his giant cock, and that thought made her cry out in pleasure. With every roll of her hips and frenetic bounce, she found her rhythm, and soon enough, she was riding him hard and fast.
"Don't stop, don't stop, fucking hell, that's amazing," Ciri moaned.
"Don't worry about me stopping, luv," Harry grinned. "I've never lacked stamina."
"It's true," Luna smiled. "He took me nearly a dozen times the first night we slept together. I limped for three days."
Harry's grip on her hips tightened, and she thought for a moment that he wanted her to slow down, but then she felt him start to thrust up into her, and her mind went blank. He matched her rhythm quickly, and soon the room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, drowned out only by her pleasured cries. She could feel every inch of his long, thick cock brushing against her most sensitive places, and it was more intense than anything she'd ever known.
"Luna, come here," Harry said, and the blonde squeaked and scrambled over.
Before Ciri could ask what she was doing, Luna planted her pussy down on his hungry mouth, sitting on his face and leaning onto her for support.
"Oh, just like that," she sighed, smiling beatifically.
"That...ahh...works, I guess," Ciri laughed.
"First threesome?" Luna asked.
"First a lot of things," Ciri gasped.
"Stay with us and...fuck...you'll experience plenty more," Luna smiled, wrapping her arms around her neck and pulling her down for a kiss.
The two of them made out passionately while they rode Harry hard, each one chasing their peak. The feeling of Harry driving deep inside her over and over again became overwhelming as the coil of tension in her heated core grew maddening. She broke the kiss to cry out in pleasure as she felt him brush against something inside her that made her see stars and hugged Luna desperately as she soared towards her peak.
"Oh gods, oh gods, oh...FUCK!" Ciri shrieked as she came hard.
Writhing and undulating in pleasure, she held onto Luna for support, clenching her eyes shut as myriad colors went off behind them. After experiencing what Harry's magical tongue could do to her, she thought that would be a pleasure unequaled, but what she felt as she came undone on his cock was just as magnificent. It ended more quickly, though; she found herself being held by a softly moaning Luna as she panted for breath a moment later.
"She's good, Harry, so...HARRY!" Luna squealed as she came hard.
Ciri heard the buzzing sound of parseltongue that time, and held the convulsing woman in her arms, looking down into his amused green eyes as Luna bucked forward enough to stop blocking his vision with her wonderfully round arse. He'd held back, she realized, as she came, so Luna could help steady her, and finished her off once she was done. Ciri held the writhing beauty in her arms, cupping one of her large breasts and pinching her pale pink nipple just for fun. The sound of buzzing stopped a moment later, and Luna slumped forward, panting hard and laughing.
"You didn't cum?" Ciri asked, realizing that he felt just as large and hard inside her as ever.
"His stamina...is godlike," Luna panted. "Climb off...and I'll eat you out...while he takes me...like a bitch in heat."
Ciri shivered at her words and tried raising herself up off of his cock, wincing as she realized how weak her legs were. She managed on her second attempt, feeling rather empty without him, and she hobbled over next to them, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.
"I didn't mention it before, but your tattoo is beautiful," Luna murmured, kissing the rose and making Ciri's breath hitch.
"Thank you," she replied, glad that she didn't ask what it signified.
She gasped a moment later as Luna started lapping at her gaping pussy, soothing her undoubtedly very pink folds with her warm, wet tongue. Harry grinned at her as he fisted his cock, shining with her fluids, and lined himself up with Luna. He sank inside her to the hilt in one smooth motion, making her cry out in pleasure and he groaned. The short blonde immediately started rocking back against him in time with his hard, fast thrusts and swirled her tongue around Ciri's clit, making her gasp.
"I could really get used to this," she thought to herself.
Safety, security, luxury, and mind-melting sex; what wasn't to like? She had been on the run for so long that she had learned to savor moments where she could sit still, and this would be no exception. There was no telling how long she'd actually be able to stay in this little idyllic oasis she'd stumbled into, and part of her still feared that the hunt would win when they came for her next, but she was also hopeful that she'd found a real solution to her problems and wanted to cling to it for dear life. As she felt her incredibly welcoming new friend's tongue brush against her sensitive flesh and looked into her husband's intense eyes, she swore that she'd let herself enjoy what she'd found for now and worry about the future later.
"You're incorrigible," Harry whispered, chuckling to himself hours later as he held both women to his chest.
"Corrigibility is overrated," Luna yawned, tracing little patterns on Ciri's sweaty back as she lay her head on Harry's chest, passed out cold.
Harry snorted at that and said, "I didn't think she'd go for it."
"It was fifty-fifty," Luna replied. "She's got so many scars, this one, and I don't mean the sexy ones. She reminds me of us."
Harry sighed at that and ran his fingers through her hair. He knew what Luna meant; the two of them were both fucked up in their way and had helped the other through their troubles during the years-long trip they took together after the war. Having Voldemort's memories flood his mind after the horcrux was destroyed had been horrifying, and he'd been about to go off on his own to find a way to deal with them when Luna confronted him and told him in no uncertain terms that she was coming with.
"Remember what I told you back then?" Luna asked. "What I said could cure almost all life's woes."
"Sex with a very horny blonde?" Harry asked, snorting at the memory.
"It worked for you," Luna murmured, cuddling against his chest and hugging Ciri to them both.
"I can't argue there," Harry whispered, closing his eyes.
There was more to his recovery than fucking Luna's brains out multiple nights a week, but he'd be lying if he said that didn't help. The first step in helping Ciri would be getting her pursuers off her back; however he'd end up accomplishing that. After that, they'd see where things took them. He certainly wouldn't say no to traveling with her to other worlds down the line if she was willing.
Who knew what adventures the three of them could get up to?