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Chapter 15 � Love in a Time of Change

�� Severus Snape meditated in his study.� The
relaxing mixture of sandalwood, sweet-grass and marjoram curled up from the
incense burning in the hearth.� He concentrated on the soothing fragrance and
the mental image of a deep, still pool to clear his mind.�

In less than twenty-four hours
everything had changed.� The Dark Lord had been effectively hamstrung, not by
the combined magical might of Britain � no, by a handful of bookkeepers.� In
one series of raids Voldemort had had his financial legs cut out from under
him.�

Snape thought back to his student
days, the choices he�d made, and wondered how his life could have been
different.� He could have � should have - said no to Lucius, now the
late scion of the house of Malfoy.� He would have been an outcast, true, but
when had his �mates� ever stood up for him against the Marauders?�

And perhaps Lily would have
remained his best friend.

He thought of Potter and Black
and began to see red.

�No!� he said, aloud, to the empty
room, �No more! �Potter was a swine, but he�s gone now.� I will not allow him
to have this, this satisfaction.� I chose to let the dead stay dead. I
refuse to dwell on those ancient memories any longer.�

Flipping open the small silver picture
case he gazed longingly at the enchanted photograph of a very young and smiling
Lily Evans.� They had been first years when she gave him the tiny photo for
Christmas. �He remembered every detail of that day - remembered sharing a car
with her on the Hogwarts express, her cheerful �Happy Christmas� as they�d left
King�s Cross that bright December afternoon.� They�d remained friends all
through that first year, in spite of the bitter house rivalry that had
threatened to drive a wedge between them.

�I promise, I can be the man you
wanted me to be � I just hope I live long enough to make some small bit of difference.�

He may or may not have felt the
feathery touch of lips on his cheek, concentrating as he was on the task before
him.� But he felt . . . energized somehow.

This would be his finest hour as
a pedagogue.

He straightened his robes,
dragged a comb through his hair and stepped out of the DDA office into his
classroom.

)O(

Harry sat in the front row for
Defense against the Dark Arts, surrounded by his friends, Hermione, Ron and
Neville who were, in turn ringed by members of the coven from Gryffindor and
Slytherin.

The professor entered the
classroom, bat-like and imposing.� Flinty dark eyes seemed to assess the
students, his students.� He smiled thinly and, in a conversational tone,
devoid of any trace of a sneer began the lesson.

Professor Snape was, perhaps for
the first time in his life, fully in his element.� He was animated, yet authoritative,
engaging, contagiously enthusiastic, in short - brilliant - much to Harry�s
shock and dismay.� Many of the things Harry wanted to share with his coven, the
fact that the dark arts were never static, always adapting, always changing
transported him.� He found himself, albeit reluctantly at first, hanging on Professor
Snape�s every word.

Midway through the class the
professor stopped and appeared to evaluate the students.

�Mister Potter.�

�Sir?�

�A demonstration, if you please?�

Harry stood, many months of
defense studies at the front of his mind.

Snape stood with his head slightly
bowed, fingers interlaced around his wand.� He slowly looked at Harry through a
curtain of black hair and whispered, �Defend yourself!�

�Protego!� Harry hissed,
in parseltongue.

Snape didn�t utter a word, he
simply pointed his wand and a spell ricocheted from Harry�s shield onto the
floor in front of the professor.� An angry black line, smelling of brimstone, smoldered
on the stone tiles.

�Adequate shield work, five
points to Gryffindor - you whispered something, what was it?�

�It was a protego, sir.�

�And did you intend for the spell
to be rebounded to me?�

�Yes sir, but as I didn�t know
the nature of the spell I directed the hex to the floor.�

Snape�s eyebrows disappeared
beneath his curtain of dark hair, �Very well, you may be seated.�

Harry nodded and went back to his
bench - having taken the measure of Professor Snape in a subject they both
loved.� As he sat Harry made an intuitive leap - he realized that, in a
straight up duel, he could probably beat Severus Snape.� But not in battle.� Not
yet.� A duel had rules, the only rule that mattered when fighting for your life
was to stay alive.� He realized that he needed Snape, and was shocked to
realize that maybe, just maybe, Snape needed him more.

�In this class we will learn to
cast spells without incantations.� Why?�

To no one�s surprise, Hermione�s
hand went up.

�Miss Granger?�

�To cast without speaking gives
the advantage of speed and stealth, an opponent may not have time to mount an
effective defense.�

�Miss Granger, that is word for
word from the newly adopted defense text.� And while I applaud the fact that
you�ve read it � imagine my surprise - there is much more to surviving an
attack by Dark forces than the ability to recite from the pages of a book.�

Talk about damning with faint
praise.� Snape continued, �Miss Granger, how would you protect yourself from,
say, a cutting curse?�

�Cast a protego, sir, or conjure
a solid object to absorb the spell.�

�Mister Potter, same question.�

�Hermione�s answer was good.�

�I didn�t say it wasn�t, Potter.�
I asked what you would do.�

�I�d move out of the way.�

�Class, one foot of parchment on
why Mister Potter�s answer is, by far, the better solution, due Thursday; now
choose a partner.� No, not you Potter, you�re with me.�

Harry felt bad on Hermione behalf;
she had, after all answered the question asked.

�What do you require of me, sir?�
he said very stiffly.

Snape just watched the class and
said, �You think I was too harsh on Granger just now.�

�Yes.�

�You will find that you will have
to be even more so.�

�Sir?�

�Oh come on, Potter.� I
read the papers.� You are the one who will defeat the Dark Lord.� To do
that you�re going to need allies.� While you�re facing him what do you
think the rest of the Death Eater�s are going to be doing - placing wagers on
the outcome?�

Harry�s shoulders slumped, �I
know.�

�What do you know, Potter?�

Harry looked into Snape�s black
eyes and said, �I know I have to prepare them, to help them learn to fight, to
protect themselves and each other from what is to come.�

�And?� Snape prompted.

�And I � we are going to
need all the help we can get.�� His green eyes challenged Snape, blazing with
passion, �Will you help us . . . sir?�

Severus took a moment to compose
himself - he�d hated this boy; young Potter�s very existence meant that the one
thing that he�d ever wanted in life had gone to someone else, someone less
deserving, less worthy.� But his eyes; his eyes were Lily�s. �

If for no other reason than to be
able to face Lily Evans in the afterlife and know he�d done all he could to protect
her precious son.

He still hated James Potter�s
brat - that would never change.� But for the chance and hope of one word of
heartfelt appreciation from Lily Evans he�d endured much.� He could endure
more.� He would � not for the boy�s sake, but for Lily�s.

Snape, his voice thick with
emotion, whispered, �I�ll do what I can.�

)O(

�Blimey, who was that?�
Ron asked.

�Who?�

�Someone polyjuiced to look like
Snape I reckon.�

Neville added, �He�s nothing like
what he is in potions � he actually helped me with a silent stunner, me!�

Hermione grumbled, �He seemed the
same old Snape to me.�

Harry joined his friends looking
bewildered.� He was mumbling something about alternate universes while
clutching a parchment.

Hermione snapped him out of his
reverie, �What is it, Harry?�

�They�ve gone completely nutter.�
He said, handing her the parchment.

Hermione�s jaw dropped as she
read the contract.

�No . . . way!�

�What?�

�What?� Neville and Ron asked in
unison.

Hermione explained, trembling,
�This is a contract for a teaching assistant.� You�re a TA?�

�I will be once I�ve taken my
NEWT exams.�

�Harry, you can�t take your
NEWTs, you haven�t taken your OWLs yet!�

�I take those next week, blimey,
I�ve got a ton of studying to do!� C�mon, Hermione!�

The two ran back to the apartment.

)O(

They burst into Helga�s living
room and were nearly floored by the �Cheers!� and �Congratulations!� coming
from the rest of the coven.

Minerva smiled broadly as she
vamped over to a gob-smacked Harry.

She drew him into a tonsil
probing kiss, to hoots and catcalls from the rest of the witches.� Breaking the
kiss she purred, �TA Potter, a pleasure to see you, as always!�

�You�re just happy that you won�t
get the sack for sleeping with your student!� someone yelled, to shrieks of
approval and applause.

Minerva smiled and snarked, �And
you�re all eager to shag the dreamiest TA that ever lived at Hogwarts!�

More shrieks and laughter.

A hauntingly familiar girl handed
Harry a crystal goblet filled with a fragrant golden beverage.� She stood only
as tall as Harry�s shoulders with tight ringlets of straw-colored hair.� She
wore a crisp starched blouse and Hogwarts uniform skirt, a Slytherin tie, but a
Ravenclaw house crest.

�It�s mead, milord, mixed with the
juices of fruits from faraway lands.�

Her voice did it.� Harry had only
ever seen her before in period costume; her hair tucked beneath an elaborate wig
and headdress.

�Helena?� Helena!� You�re up so
soon?�

Helena laughed, �Don�t tell Poppy, milord.� She�ll
have me tied to the bedposts if she finds out.�

Harry�s eyes glazed over at the
mental picture.

�Oh, someone likes that idea!�

Harry grinned lopsidedly and
nodded.

The score of hormonal teens shifted
to full party mode, getting more raucous by the minute.� Someone produced a
wizard�s wireless and found some dance tunes.� Minerva cleared her throat
twice, to little effect, and then placed two fingers in her mouth to produce a
shrill �Fweeeeeeeet!�

Harry was impressed, �I�ve always
wanted to learn how to do that!�

Minnie continued, �As much as we
would all like this to devolve into a drunken bacchanal, we have work to do.�
Milord, ladies, please attend.�

Several girls �Awwwwwwwed�
disappointedly, but complied, turning off the wireless and giving Minerva their
undivided attention.

The professor moved the tapestry
back from the great room wall opposite the fireplace to reveal a three month
calendar.� The first week of each month was labeled �OWL studies.�� The
remaining weeks were dedicated to NEWTS.

Minerva, in full teaching mode,
pointed out how each day was scheduled, �Four hours in the morning, two hour
break, three in the afternoon, then three hours of study hall followed by
dinner and three hours of practical applications in the evenings.

Most of the girls in the room
looked perplexed, how could Harry take his OWLs next week when there were three
months of study, and only three weeks allotted for the OWLs. . .

�Time-turner!�

Everyone looked at Padma, who had
blurted out the obvious solution, well, obvious to the pretty Ravenclaw.

�Ten points to Ravenclaw! And
Padma, you will be first in the rotation.�

�Rotation?� Harry asked.

�For each time-turned day you
will have three companions, they will see to your needs and you will see to
theirs.� We don�t want anymore �happy accidents� until Riddle is safely in his
grave so I�ve had Poppy prepare a long term contraceptive for all of us, save
one.�

Myrtle had the good sense to
blush at this.

�I believe I�m of an age to
decide if I want to carry my lord�s baby.� Helena smirked.

�And some of us are of age!� said
Glynda Newton, the seventh-year Slytherin Prefect.

McGonagall sighed, �Oh very well,
those who are not yet of age will be given the potion.�

�If I get preggers now the baby
won�t be born until after I turn seventeen!� Alicia Spinnet shouted.

�Ach, Merlin�s Blue
Balls!� Fine!� We�ll just turn the whole third floor into a bloody nursery!�

This brought general laughter to
the whole coven.

Harry stood up.

�Right now, I am the happiest man
who ever lived.� I don�t really understand why any of you would want to have
anything to do with me, but I can tell you that I would be proud and happy for
the rest of my life if any one of you would consent to share it with me.� I
love you � all of you - I�ll love you until I die, and even that won�t stop me loving
you.�

Luna Lovegood began to dance and
weave in and out between witches, taking each by the wrist to direct them, one
by one, to hold each other�s hands.� As she danced to a melody that only she
could hear Harry was enthralled by her childish innocence, her pubescent sensuality.

Amelia bones stepped into the center
of the room wearing her official robes of office.

�Witches of the Coven of the Four
Houses, the circle is formed, your hands and hearts are joined.� Lord Harry,
please stand with me.�

The High Mugwump, Chief Witch of
the Wizen, and Wiccangamot, Amelia Bones said, �Witches of the Coven of the
Four Houses, I call this sorority to order.� Will you support your Lord and
Warlock, and your sister witches, with all your hearts, souls, minds and majiks
for as long as you walk on this Earth?�

Nineteen voices echoed through
the chamber �Aye! So say we all, so mote it be!�

�And you, Lord Harry James Potter
Slytherin, do you promise to love your witches, to protect and defend them;
their lives and honor with all your heart, all your mind, all your majiks - all
that you are and ever shall be?�

�Aye, I so swear, with all my
heart, soul and magic.� So mote it be!�

A deep emerald torus of force
radiated away from Harry, slowly, until it engulfed the nineteen witches who
made up the circle.

The inner voice, the same one
that had been guiding Harry of late, coaching him in the ways of his lordship
urged him to bind the witches of the coven to him.� The familiar voice said, �A
hand-fasting will be mutual and quite irreversible.�

Harry�s inner voice argued, �What
if that is not their choice?�

�Then, for them, the fast will
not hold.� Bind them, Harry, I will give you the words to say.�

�I trust you will � Mum.�

Astarte fluttered to his
shoulder.�

�How long have you known?�

�That you were my mum or rather,
my mum was you?� Since I first saw you.� It�s the eyes, the eyes that you and
Lily Evans and I all share.� The mark of the goddess.

The diminutive deity sighed, �It
had been too long since I�d felt the sun on my skin and wind in my hair.� Determined
to live a mortal life, I followed the matriarchal line to my seventy-fifth
generation descendant, Iris Evans.� It was the work of a moment to enter her as
a self-fertilized egg and become a flesh and blood human girl.�

�Professor Lupin said you were an
�exceptionally gifted� witch.� You would have to be, you were, after all, a
goddess.�

�He couldn�t have known � I
didn�t know.� I intentionally suppressed all knowledge of my true nature until
the day I died.�

�Of course!� That�s the reason
the killing curse rebounded on him.� I�ve always wondered.� If a willing
sacrifice was all that was necessary to survive a killing curse then I never
would have been the only one.� Surely you weren�t the first mother to willingly
die to protect her child, but Riddle couldn�t have known what you really were,
um, are.�

The warmth and love � Goddess
power - that was Lily Evans Potter�s legacy burst like a ray of pure light,
adding strength and substance to her son�s magical torus.

With Astarte prompting, he
intoned, �Witches of the Coven of the Four Houses, will you consent to take my
name, share my future, my fortune and my follies for as long as we - all or any
of us - walk upon this Earth?�

Nineteen voices were stunned into
silence.� Their warlock, their lord and life would bind his majiks to theirs,
for all time � a union more powerfully intimate and more significant than any
mere marriage vows.

The Chief Witch of the Wiccan and
Wizengamot prompted the girls, �The phrase you�re trying to remember is �I will�!�

One-score less one witch cried �I
Will!� in unison.

Amelia, her voice thick with
emotion, shouted �It is a rare and beautiful thing to see even two people hand-fasted,
to see so many gathered in such amazing trust and perfect love is a privilege
usually limited to the gods themselves.

�I actually pity any who
would try to split your union.�

�By the power vested in me as the Ministry of
Magic, by appointment of Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God, of the
United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and of Her other Realms
and Territories Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith, I
pronounce you . . . Warlock and Witches!� Those Whom Majik hath joined
together, let no one split asunder!�

As she said this the violet torus
coalesced around each bride so that, when the light finally faded each girl was
left with a simple gold band on the traditional finger.

Amelia smirked at her nephew in
law and said, �Well don�t just stand there; you may kiss your witches!�

Harry was staggered, just the
thought of one life-mate was intimidating, but nineteen?

�Twenty-one, actually,� said the
little voice in his head.

�But there are nineteen here.�

�Be patient, baby.�

A familiar brown-haired missile
nearly tackled him with her fierce embrace.� Astarte leapt away as Hermione
sobbed, �Oh Harry, I love you sooo much!�

�No more than I love you, Hermione
- Potter!�

�Squeeeeeeee!�

Over the next few hours Harry did
his best to make each of the newly inducted witches of the coven feel loved and
appreciated on their special day.� Some would have to wait for a week in real
time to consummate their hand-fastings, but all were in accord.� Later, Harry
found Astarte sitting on a high windowsill looking pensive.

�Aren�t you happy, Goddess?� Isn�t
this what you and Mum had planned all along?�

The tiny winged figure rolled her
eyes, �Astarte, please call me Astarte.�

�I could just call you Mum.�

�Oh that is so wrong on so many
levels I won�t even begin to touch it.� Y�know, precious, when a goddess
begins to envy a mortal entrusted to her care it�s usually time to return to
the Between Lands.� I find myself wishing I could be anyone or everyone here.�

�I would consider it a personal
favor if you would stay until Moldyshorts is just a memory.�

The diminutive goddess fluttered
over to Harry�s shoulder to kiss him on the cheek and said, �Of course, darling.�
Meanwhile, I�ll see you in your dreams.�

�Milord Warlock.�

Harry turned to see Helena, looking better than ever, �Milady, how may I serve you?�

�Have you read that thrice-damned
book?�

�Majiks Moste Darke?� he asked
then shuddered.

�The very same.� Specifically,
have you read the section on soul binding?�

�We were just getting to that
part, when we were interrupted.� Is it important?�

�Yes, Harry, most important.� It
is the key to destroying Tom Riddle.�

�Then I�ll incorporate it into my
Dark Arts studies this week, thank you my lady.�

�You�re very welcome, milord.�
Now, about that kiss, I think I�m sufficiently recovered to be able to endure
it . . .�

)O(

Day 1 real-time.

Harry woke to the sensation of a delightfully
animated - and naked - young witch playing �bareback rider� on his left thigh.�
He opened his eyes and saw Luna smiling down at him as she slid her slick, bare
sex up and down his upper leg.� The warm, fragrant heat of her increasingly wet
cleft painted a �snail trail� on his thigh.

�Luna, sweetheart, are you
enjoying yourself?�

�Oh yes, Harry!� Ungh!� Very!�
Uh, uh, uh, ungh!� Much!�

�Whatever turns you on, Luv.�

Padma entered the bedroom with a
breakfast tray to see Glynda smirking at Luna who was rubbing herself off on
Harry�s leg.

Padma chuckled and put the tray
down to watch.

Harry pulled Luna down for a
sweet �good morning� kiss and budged over so that her nearly hairless vulva
rested on his �morning wood�.

�Try that now.�

The pretty blonde did and
exclaimed �Oh! That�s muuuuch better!� as the girth of Harry�s cock put
just the right amount of pressure against Luna�s clit.

The little blonde Ravenclaw
embraced her warlock with her whole being.� Her small breasts rubbed Harry�s
chest, her nipples pebbling from the close heat of their bodies.� Soft,
fragrant straw-colored hair swirled over his neck and chest.

�Much better, much, much, muuuuuuuch
better!�

Harry got her to slow down a bit,
by pulling her into a long, sensuous kiss.� Of course this didn�t stop her from
moving forward and back on his rampant erection, and on one of the �back� moves
she accidentally speared herself on his shaft forcing his erection half-way
into her very tight virginal opening.

Her head snapped up and she whimpered,
�Um, oops?�

Harry lay very still and, in an
anxious voice, asked, �Are you okay, Luna - does it hurt?�

She looked uncertain, �Well, it,
um, pains a bit, you know, like the dull ache after a bee stings you?�

He gently rolled her off him so
that she was lying on her back, then propped himself up on his elbows.

There was a lot of blood.

�Oh Luna, that was much too rough,
it couldn�t have been good for you.�

�Miss Etiquette told me the first
time always hurts, but it gets better after that.�

�And Miss Etiquette is?�

�She writes the �Hearts and
Flowers� column for the Quibbler.�

�Ah, and you�ve met Miss
Etiquette?�

�Well, no, Daddy always answers
the mail so I guess he sends it on to Miss Etiquette.�

�I�m sure.� Listen, Luna, I�m
going to do a little magic here, just lie still for a moment.�

He placed his hand on her abused
maidenhood - well, womanhood now - and intoned, �Vagina curatia sum,�
pouring forth all the love he felt for his youngest witch.

�Oh! That tingles, in a goooood
way!�

�Now just lie back and let your warlock
take care of you.�

Harry kissed her tenderly then attended
to her erogenous zones.� She evidently had quite a lot of them: the spot behind
her ear, the nape of her neck, her left nipple, her right nipple that little
dip at the small of her back, the inside of her knees, the web of skin between
her big toe and the next.� In all Harry catalogued forty-two distinct locations
on Luna�s body that he could use to give her pleasure.� He brought her to her
first full-blown, non-auto erotic orgasm when he deep French kissed her over
stimulated sex.� The resultant accidental magic temporarily levitated
everything in the room that hadn�t been nailed down, including the bed upon
which they lay and the chairs in which Glynda and Padma were sitting.

Padma, her eyes dark with passion
from what she�d seen looked at Glynda and said �On three.�

They shook their right fists in
synch once, twice and on the third time Padma extended her index and middle
fingers.� Glynda extended her hand with all five fingers splayed.

Padma was thrilled, �Scissors cut
paper - I get him next!�

A small bell dinged.

Padma announced �Time for
breakfast milord, you have just enough time to take a quick shower, alone!�
she added seeing Luna heading in that direction.

�Oh Poo!� she pouted.

Glynda pulled her into a hug and
said �We can all have a nice long soak after dinner, okay sweetie?�

She nodded her head sullenly.

Glynda continued, �And by then
you�ll feel much better and maybe you can sit in Harry�s lap?�

Luna perked up at that.

Harry did a quick shower then sat
to breakfast with his three witches.� �I�m going to need a program just to keep
up!� he thought.

They enjoyed porridge, eggs and
sausage and coffee when another bell chimed.� Minerva McGonagall entered.

�Transfiguration, a review.�

It turned out that the review was
not a complete waste of time, but since Harry had near perfect recall � when
had that happened? � They could go directly into the NEWT basics.

Before they knew it the lunch bell
rang.� Padma brought in wonderfully aromatic rice with curry and placed it on
the dining table with a warming charm.

�Let me show you what my mother
taught all the Patil daughters.�

She had Harry recline on the bed
propped up by pillows, then stood at the foot of the bed and began unwrapping
her royal blue sari as sitar music played in the background.� Beneath
the sari she wore an aqua choli - a thin cotton bodice - and a
matching pavada or wrap-around skirt.� She placed the carefully folded
outer garment on a chair then turned around to look at him over her right
shoulder.� She hooked her long fingernails under the hem of her choli
and slowly, enticingly pulled it over her head.� Harry was sure he�d never seen
a more perfectly formed back in his life.� Padma�s skin was the color of milk
chocolate, smooth and without blemish.� Still watching her warlock over her
shoulder Padma began to un-wrap the pavada � it only took one and a half
turns and Padma stood before Harry with her skirt held behind her as one might
hold a beach towel.� She winked and whipped the skirt into a quick fold before
placing it along with her other clothing on the chair.� She stood nude except
for a trio of thin gold chains slung low on her magnificent arse.� Similar
chains adorned each ankle.

Padma turned slowly and Harry was
astonished to see the rest of her body jewelry.� Multiple strands of long, thin
gold chains threaded through several intimate piercings � one through each
nipple, another through her navel, and one just above her distended clitoris.

Harry gulped and asked the
inevitable question, �Didn�t that hurt?�

Padma, prepared for the question,
asked, �If I say �yes�, will you kiss it and make it better?�

�Padma, thank you for this.� I
have never seen anything so exotic, so beautiful in my life!�

He began to rise when Padma said,
�Not yet, my warlock, mother taught us a few more things.�

Harry laid back as his Indian
bride crawled on all fours from the foot of the bed to where he lay, propped
against the headboard.� She unbuttoned, and then unzipped his trousers to let his
�snake� out while crawling sensuously up his body.� She stopped just short of
kissing him.

�Harry, do you have any idea how
long I�ve wanted to kiss you?�

He shook his head.

�Since you helped my sister and
me into a tiny boat at the start of our first year - I was always sure you�d be
drawn to my more outgoing twin.�

�I like Parvati well enough, Luv
� how could I not?� She�s your twin.� But it�s the brainy ones that make me
weak in the knees.�� Harry kissed Padma gently on the lips, and whispered, �Mae tumko pyar kia!�

The beautiful dark witch
placed a hand on each side of Harry�s face, touched her forehead to his and, in
a voice thick with emotion, said, �I love you, too.� Let me begin to show you
just how much.�

Padma proceeded to kiss him completely;
tongue wrestling in a way that made him believe that, if kissing became an
Olympic sport, Padma was going for the gold.� She then trailed gentle, teasing
kisses down his body until she reached his throbbing erection.

The dark haired, dark eyed beauty
swirled her tongue around his cock-head, letting copious amounts of saliva
dribble down the shaft.� She used the saliva to stroke him as she sucked hard
on the bulbous head.� In seconds Harry was close to spurting.

�Padma, Pari!� I�m gonna .
. .�

The Indian girl grabbed the base
of his cock in a strangle-hold grip that kept Harry from finishing too
quickly.� She smirked, blessed her Mum for the lessons, and began to work Harry
into a lather, again, and again, and once more before finally letting him
release rope after sticky rope of white hot cum into her eager mouth.

She opened her mouth wide to show
she had his love offering in her oral cavity.� Then swallowed � hard - before
opening her mouth again to show she�d gulped it all down, save for the little
dribble that coursed down the side of her chin, but even that was intentional
as she scooped up the last dribble and sucked it off her finger.

She batted her long eyelashes and
purred, �Is my lord ready for dinner now?� I�ve already eaten.�

�I will eat now, pari, but
later today I will have you screaming my name if there is any justice.�

Padma smiled, �Then let justice
be served, milord.�

)O(

A/N: Al Capone was the most
feared gangster in 1920s and 1930s Chicago, he wasn�t brought to justice for
murder or bootlegging or prostitution or racketeering, but for Income Tax
evasion.� Brought down by a bunch of bookkeepers. �The quill is mightier than
the wand.� Gotta love it!

Pari is �angel� in Hindi
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