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Making a Merlin
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Chapter 11
Authors Note: Apologies - Meant to upload this a long while ago, didn't realize it wasn't. I lost the story originally on another site and posted 1-10 as one chapter to save as much as I could in a panic. I don't wanna repost unless it's okay because that feels wrong to post the same chapters twice, even if I'm breaking it up.

“So yeah,” Melci sighed out, bringing the cigar lazily held between her middle and ring finger to her lips. “that’s how it’s been ever since Zoey’s mother was killed. We’ve been overseeing fields for farmers in the far north. We make a shipment and the squibs distribute it. With our natural strength you don’t need muggle equipment or even horses really.” The young wizard talking to her held his glass of liquor between his knees with both hands, leaning in to listen.

“Wow, I...” Harry shook his head looking around the room trying to gather his thoughts, looking about the club. The room they were in was a ‘men’s only’ sort of establishment. Dead animals stuffed everywhere and a plaque on the wall commemorating this and that accomplishment. The two of them were sharing a love seat covered in chocolate leather, studded with brass, the whole room seeming to take on a dark earthy tone in one way or another, accented by warm metals. “ I didn’t think….I guess I can see how the girls look a little like you, but you don’t look old enough to be married twice.”

“Marriage is an odd way to think about it.” Melci leaned forward from where she was stretched across the back of the couch, reaching for her own glass of bourbon and sipping. “Manza’s mother and I were friends from birth, and lovers as soon as she was old enough to grow bumps. I was a short tail, she was a long tail, we both knew who would be on who’s back in the relationship.” The human woman chuckled and took another puff. “We never had a chance to settle down when I was younger do to...wizard views, so we met Quanza’s mother on the road...she midwifed for us when Manza was born.”

Harry watched the woman get a distant, smiling, look on her face. “You sound like you were very happy.”

“They were my world,” Melci licked her lips as she leaned back, smiling so wide as her eyelids closed in contemplation, “well, Maja was….to start. When Ebba came along, I could sense the tension. At first I thought it was...” she shook her head, “I thought it was my Maja thinking I would step outside our bond. I cornered her, put my suspicions of why she was….distant, right in her face. I told her that nothing would ever make me stop loving her….that nothing she could do would ever take her from my heart.” Harry watched the human women, disguising the sexual predator inside, slam back the rest of her scotch glass of dark liquid. Wincing before she threw her arm around Harry and laughed shaking his shoulders. “She told me that nothing would remove me from her heart either...but she was beginning to have feeling for Ebba. I took them both to bed that night. I told them that I not only requested that they pursue their feelings, I demanded it.”

Harry swallowed the spit in his mouth as he tried to imagine what that would be like, but honestly he already had that sort of dynamic with Gabrielle and Ginny.

“So you had two women? So you know what I am going through.” Harry tipped his drink back only to hear Melci laugh.

“Boy, I have no idea what you are going through. I never mounted Ebba while Maja was alive. Ebba was to Maja, as Maja was to me. Being a short tail, I’ll be honest the thought had crossed my mind...but I’d made a promise, they were lovers in their own right. Two wonderful years until….” The woman looked contemplative, Harry felt the air seem to get heavy at whatever memory she was reliving.

“Wizards one night found our little camp-city. Manza is too young to remember the man that snuck in and put a collar and leash on her; he tried to sneak her away in the dead of night like a pet. By the time I woke, one of the three pieces of him I found was still in the process of dying in Maja’s Jaws. The officials cared nothing for our pleas, they….” Her top lip curled up, and Harry felt a cold chin run down his back to the sight of open mouthed fangs; He had to be reminded that these women were built to both fuck and kill as a way to survive. “They put my Maja down like a common animal, they burnt the body and sent me the 3 Knut bill for ash disposal.”

“I’m so….sorry,” Harry grimaced, reaching over to hold onto the wrist clinging to a shaky and now empty scotch glass, “that kind of bullshit is one of the things I hope to prevent. People are people, no more, no less.”

“I saw that moment again,” Melci closed her eyes, “when my daughter stepped out of line so horribly, you standing over her. I sheltered her, taught her to be proud of who she and what she was; I did not see how arrogant she had become. I saw the last piece of my Maja about to die needlessly, only this time I could act. Honestly, if you’d killed me I would have died happy.” She smiled over at the boy, “knowing I could save what part of her I had left.”

Harry felt his stomach turn, “I...I don’t think I would--”

“Don’t lie to me,” Melci smiled patting the hand he had on her wrist with the one holding her cigar, “I could see it in your eyes. I don’t feel anger for you it principle, she stepped over a line she didn’t or couldn’t be bothered to see. If you had done that same thing to my Maja that she did to little Sophie, I would have tried and failed to feed you your own hand.”

“So...” Harry uncomfortably changed the subject, “then you and Ebba?”

“Not at first,” Melci smiled and let out a breath, “we clung to each other in grief for months afterwards, raising my child together. One night I woke up, feeling her hands a little too ‘familiar’ with me. I...” she smiled, “I am loud, but I am not a subtle person...I asked her if she truly thought so little of me.”

“I don’t think she was trying to disrespect Maja’s memory.” Harry whispered, taking his hand away, “she was just….hurting.”

“I know that now,” Melci smiled at him, wetting her lips, “and I learned it that night too. She told me that she would only ever have one love. Nothing I could do could ever make her forget the memory of Maja...but I was... her lover’s lover. I was the one who put child to belly in this family. She would never be able now to give child to the woman she loved, but she would not let my bed grow cold, not when I mattered so much to ‘her’ Maja.”

“So...” Harry grinned, watching the serene face of the woman deep in cigar smoke and memory, “how long till Zoey came along?”

“About 3 weeks.” Melci smirked, “I love my Maja, she was a wonderful woman who made my heart soar. Ebba though...my sweet Ebba was, a fine, fine, piece of ass.” The woman looked over with a smirk and a raised eyebrow as Harry spit his drink all over the table with a chuckle, “the kind of woman who made your finger go numb from loss of blood if you left it in her, and I took to her back daily. If it were not my daughter’s, I would be jealous of the flesh you have before you, a fox tail is a find like no other. I honestly think they will both make fine mothers, which is good because that is not really something I want for myself.”

“So... in a way you are their father.” Harry tried to reason it out, getting a look from the woman, “I mean, you sired them. And you never had any interest in….taking?” He felt so stupid saying it out loud but judging by the way she smiled he hadn’t put his foot completely in his mouth.

“I’ve sucked my wives’ cocks.” Melci leaned back shrugging, uncomfortably shifting, “I even let them inside me a few times just to get it out of their system. I can count the number of times either of them fucked me on one hand. I was ‘the man’ though as you put it, if we have to phrase it into terms ignorants or wizards can understand. I’m not opposed mind you...” Melci shifted in her seat, “it was enjoyable, but it has always been my cock that ruled the bedroom...until now.” She leaned back, her expression a little hurt as she opened her jean covered legs wide, showing off the complete lack of bulge.

“I am so sorry about that,” Harry spoke up, pressing through as Melci tried to wave him off, “I wish there was something I could do.”

“Claim me fully?” Melci shrugged again before taking a long drag off her cigar and setting it in the ashtray, “perhaps let me have a little play? I fully acknowledge you are the leader in this family, I simply don’t want….” the woman gave a rueful smile shaking her head, “I simply wish a chance to make love in my own way.”

Harry nodded, even as his insides were screaming. The woman was...well, not completely woman.

“I’m not opposed to….are you sure the girls are okay with it?” He saw her looking at him curiously, “I mean, you have parts, but you’re... far more beautiful.”

“Do you think the fact that I am not a hairy, over-muscled, brute will honestly work against me?” She grinned seeing Harry’s eyes go wide before shaking his head and admitting her point. “You can set whatever limitations you want, ask what me of you will, but please don’t leave me to just my wrist for the rest of my life in a house full of so many beautiful young women. You are young, but even you know what it would be like to never wet my cock again. I don’t even have balls anymore, and they hurt at the thought.”

Harry swallowed hard, “No...children.” Harry watched her nod enthusiastically, “unless the three of us sit down and talk about it first.” The last part caused her eyes to go wide in shock.

“That is far more generous than I was expecting,” Melcithe put a hand on his thigh, “I can’t honestly say I would be so understanding in your position.” She watched him reach out and mirror her, putting a hand on her thigh as he took a deep breath.

“It’s the same deal I gave Zoey.” Harry smiled, “and it comes with the same limitations and price.” He looked up in her eyes and the two grew quiet for a second, “It cannot be my wife’s first child….and you have to join her.”

“Join her?” Melci looked confused before her features grew startled and she rocked back on the couch, “OH! Oh my, that is quite the price.” Harry patted her thigh and the woman felt her body shiver.

“That is my price. You are taking a chance to father a child from me, you have to give me one back.” Harry laced his fingers behind his head, hiding between his elbows as he leaned back with her, “Zoey already made her choice, but I think she’s gonna change her mind.”

“She has been circling that little blond friend of yours,” Melci leaned forward, refilling her glass, “the non-veela I mean. She’s a sweet girl my ‘zo-ay’, and I’ve done every possible thing in my power to keep her sheltered from this….sick, fucking world.”

“Well,” Harry leaned into her, resting on her shoulder, “that is a perk of being a queen among your people.”

“King,” Melci smiled, a little tipsy smirk, “I prefer king, and even that is bullshit.” She set the bottle down and laid back, throwing her arm around Harry with a sigh, “a hundred vagrants living in a tent city is not a kingdom. I want my people to...I want...” she looked down at him snuggled up to her in the crook of her arm, “…I want all the things you talk about, for my grandchildren, and their grandchildren.”

Harry enjoyed the moment, snuggled up and loved in the arm of the older woman as they comfortably enjoyed the warmth of the small bit of alcohol she’d insisted they consume as part of getting to know one another. He really hadn’t known what to expect when the soft spoken woman came up to him asking to talk. He certainly hadn’t expected to be in the arms of a great big… he wasn’t sure what to call her. Tomboy seemed ridiculously understated, the more offensive terms he’d learned in primary and Hogwarts he would kill someone for repeating in her direction. She was….a him? No, that wasn’t fair to put the Huldr ‘genders’ into so blatant a term. She was far more fluid, but always keeping her feminine ways. The person with their arm around him was...masculine-minded, as masculine as anything with a womb could get.

“Well,” she sighed, and Harry felt the arm leave his shoulder, “might as well get this over with...” He watched as the woman scooted all the way to the edge of the love-seat with her bum, leaning back and raising up on her toes with back arched, as she began to unbutton her jeans. With a grunt she had her panties and pants down to her knees and was scooting back up the couch.

“Should we um--” Harry stopped talking when the woman closed her lips over his, softly sucking on his mouth as her hand began to cup the bulge in his pants.

‘I want my dick back, big fellow.” She chuckled as she began working on his zipper, “I don’t know if we’ll make this a regular thing, but I’m not opposed to working for my perks.” Harry felt himself starting to harden as he flopped free and her hand began teasing his full length from tip to base. “Holy...you are blessed. I’ve never really seen let alone held a monster such as this before, so I’ll make you a deal.”

Harry couldn’t keep his hand off the back of her head as her face descended, groaning with startled pleasure as her body rocked into a kneeling position while she nursed his arousal. “Bloody...how are you….oooh...” Harry let his head fall lazily back on the couch as he petted her mane.

The soft wet pop announced his freedom as she leaned back up to give him a kiss. “Thank Manza’s mother for showing me that little trick. Now then, I ask that you be gentle for our first time.” Harry throbbed in his own hand as he watched the woman do a 180 on the couch, crossing her ankles and placing her toes on either side of his shaft as she wiggled her bum and wildy untamed bush at him; Her heavy full breasts pulled free of her sweater as she let them mash into the armrest. “So….this is how we’ll play this.” Her big grin over her shoulder gleaming, “fuck me... however you want, but if you do me soft...well, that is how I’m going to treat Gabby’s little ass while you go away on your trip.” she giggled as she felt his cock jump between her toes. “Oh my, someone likes that. I heard her talking to my little Quanza, she’s trying to use toys to get ready for you...I think I can help that along.”

“And if I... do you hard?” Harry was up on his knees, his body moving without his consent as he tried to focus on the conversation, “I might not be able to help it and I don’t want you hurting--”

“You’re not going to hurt me,” Melci laughed, “and I wouldn’t hurt any of them. That’s not how we are, you and I are built to please not punish, it’s not who we are to hurt. However, if you decide I need to be….” the woman shrugged with a grin, “to put in my place, I think you may enjoy those results as well.” The woman let out a contented groan as her flesh parted, walls forced wide as every ripple and fold was stroked by girth. “Now I know what they mean when they say ‘filled up’, this thing is monstrous...mmm-oh goddess save me...It’s been a long time since I felt so innocent….” she ground her hips into him as he began to let his hands wander over her ass.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Harry’s spit wouldn’t stop, having to constantly swallow as he salivated at the sight of the body before him, “but I want to do it... harder...”

“I’m not going to stop you...” Melci smiled at him, her eyes half lidded, “but just remember that you’re leaving a pile of beautiful women alone with me on your little trip. How do you think Ginerva would feel after a night sandwiched between me and my daugh-TOH!”

Melci’s feet left the cushion, curling up along with her toes as the muted claps of flesh began to ring out in the room. Panting gasps and grunts the only language they spoke as the ‘pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap’ sang through the room too quiet to echo on the walls.

“You should not be this tight.” Harry moaned pitifully as his thrusts began to grow disjointed and spastic. The woman responded by reaching over her shoulder, and with a shove sent him flying into the far armrest with a bang.

“Be a good boy,” she smiled as she rolled onto her back, tugging her pants legs down and tossing them to the floor, “and I’ll let you fix that.” She crooked a finger and sighed as the boy dove onto her body, lining himself up and sinking home with a groan before latching onto one of her massive breasts. “So big….” she cooed in his ear as she lifted her legs, locking them around him with crossed ankles as he continued to saw into her sanity.

“I’m close,” Harry’s breath was ragged, “I want to try something...” she couldn’t see his face buried in her cleavage but she could feel him getting faster. Her nails found his back for a second before she felt him pin her arms beside her head.

“Cum.” She gasped, closing her eyes with a smile, “give me that big dick.” She giggled and gasped as she realized how many meanings that sentence could have before she saw the bright flash of light. The first thing that crossed her mind was that he’d come, but as the next thrust hit she realized that was not the case.

“Mmph.” Harry bit down on the couch armrest above her head as his new body loomed over her, crushing her down into the cushions. He could feel her kicking and squirming as he filled her, her body growing even tighter as he gave two more thrust and released his pent up pleasure.

“Oh-god.” the suddenly weak voice under him gasped out, “no-please-don’t—OH-fuck-ing-hell...” his oversized nuts tugging up and down as the muscle just below his cheeks flexed hard enough to move the skin on the inside of his thighs. Rope after creamy massive rope gushing forth to collide with the doorway to her inner most woman. Melci for her part only seemed to be cursing quietly, trembling as she dug her claws into his hands as he kept her pinned. Feeling the last of his load trapped in his shaft for lack of room he leaned up to look down at the woman he’d made love to.

“You okay?” He felt so dumb asking the question, but from the look on her face it seemed legitimate. Her entire body locked up, her mouth open looking at him in what he could only call surprise. Suddenly her frame lurched, like she might expel something or shout. Nothing came out, well, at least not from her mouth.

“Oh….Harry...” the words came out in soulful bliss as the woman closed her eyes but not her mouth, and Harry watched from somewhere between them a thick rope of cum fly up, landing across her face. A second joined it, and a third painted the valley of her cleavage. He could feel something between them shifting and pulsing as they lay together. “Take….take it out.” She smiled dreamily, and he could feel her body milking him. Reaching up he smeared her cum across her lips with his thumb, pushing the digit into her mouth and letting her suck it clean. Putting his hand back on her limp wrist beside her head he began to draw himself out. He made it half way out before he dropped his body weight hard and thrust, slamming the top of her head into the arm of the love-seat.

“I’ll take it out when you stop coming on it.” Harry grinned, “Wife.” His big feral frame looming over her as she truly looked up at him for the first time, she realized it had happened so fast that she’d not bothered to look at his form when he’d taken her daughter. Broad shoulders, chiseled and bulky frame. Between her ankles she could feel his little fluff of a tail, tinier than even hers. His triangle of chest hair and trail down his abs so thick they looked almost like carpeting. The striking feature that no one had bothered to notice before was just above his eyes. In the hair line of his face, just barely out of sight, were two button buck nubs of bone. He was a young buck, but a buck no less.

Harry, leaned down to kiss her forehead, drawing out again as he did so. The woman went rigid again as he slammed home. Teeth clenched, her squinted eyes opened slowly, and as he watched rolled up into the back of her head with a whimper as she trembled. A fresh spurt of cum glazed her tits as she shook under him.

“I guess it’s gonna be a long night.”

“Ginny….Ginny….”

The hour was late. No, fuck that, the hour was early, Ginny realized as she cracked her eye open. The girls were in their usual pile as they were want to do. Yesterday It was Sophia of all people who suggested that they just get a bunch of box-springs and mattresses and blanket one corner of the room with them until the floor of half the master bedroom was a bed itself. This had promptly lead to a stern talking to as Luna, Cutie, and Dolly began jumping on said bed. It had to be pre-dawn now, Harry had come in late, saying he’d had something that he desperately needed to get done come up.

“Wuh...” She dreamily replied in her own eloquent fashion.

“Shhh….” Harry put a finger over her lips, and Ginny’s world spun as her body instinctively woke up to the sensation of being bridal carry scooped out of the bed. “Come with me...” the boy set her down just outside of the bed, and taking her hand walked to he bathroom.

Ginny didn’t know why she felt so tense, but something about his demeanor threw her off. She let him guide her into the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. They were part of a coven now, or as Nana Dina kept calling it a harem, they literally had sex in front of each other. What he felt he needed to say that required privacy that coitus didn’t made her even more nervous.

“Ginerva,” Harry started, and she felt her stomach do a backflip. She wasn’t even pissed about her full name. “You know that I love you. I hope you do. I know we haven’t really spent all our time together since this started...” He rambled a little bit, not seeming to notice he was making her more anxious with every breath.

“Harry,” Ginny stepped up to his chest, “what is it?”

“I...” he seemed to falter, and Ginny wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. “I have something I need to… well...” Ginny felt a tiny little surge of panic as he pealed her arms off him and held her at arms length. “I needed to ask you, well, I should have asked you something weeks ago.”

Ginny cocked her head like a dog staring at a math problem as he took a half step back….and then fell to one knee. Her breath lodged in her throat and it showed on her face as he slipped the small box from behind him.

“Ginerva Molly Weasley, will you marry me?”

His answer came in the form of a ginger missile crashing into him, nearly cracking his head on the toilet seat. He laid there laughing and petting the back of her head as she clung to him nodding fervently.

Molly Weasley was ecstatic as she ate the last of her breakfast. Her daughter was engaged, the girl she thought would be her daughter in law was pregnant and had declared her the grandmother regardless, and Apolline had told her that the coming monday Harry would be leaving for the dwarves to talk, and after that London. She wanted to ask him about going with, but she didn’t want to be a bother. At the same time if it meant she might look to clues for Arthur she didn’t care.

The babe in her arms clung to her, and it was years of experience that let the woman eat her fill with a baby in one arm.

“He is so adorable,” Mary, the succubus girl, rubbed his cheek with a finger, “what’s his name?” She held out her arms hopefully. Molly smiled and with gentle grace passed her the child much to the young girl’s delight.

“Theodore.” She smiled, “we call him Teddy. His mother and father helped fight during the first battle, Nymphodora left her with me for safe keeping.” Her eyes grew cloudy, “we haven’t seen each other since.”

“But we have no news?” Mary spoke softly, not even looking at Molly, “from what the girls say, this man we are going to fight is a gloating bastard, and no doubt these people were close to Harry?” Molly nodded, and she didn’t understand the way Meredith had said it until she clarified. “If he had taken someone so precious from Harry, the world would know about it by now, he couldn’t help but gloat to cause more pain.”

“I suppose….” Molly felt her heart rise in her chest to her throat, no doubt seeing a correlation between that logic and her missing husband. She looked around and noticed the other girls around them pointedly not looking their direction, but little smiles of hope on their features as everyone dug into breakfast with a vengeance. “Thank you Meredith.”

“You can call me Mary, mom.” the human made succubus handed the baby back to her and got up to walk off, ignoring the slapped expression on the woman’s face. Molly for her part only faltered for a moment before breaking into a beaming smile.

“...So that’s why I felt it better to have them stay behind.”

Molly’s ears perked up as Harry entered the room, Apolline in tow, gesturing as their conversation carried on. His stride not nearly as….sturdy as it had been the day before. For some reason he seemed less sure of himself now that he was an engaged man, that or Molly just saw something that wasn’t there.

“Harry,” Mary walked up to him, and Molly’s throat filled with thick air as she watched the man feed her a tongue as casually as you please in full eyesight of his fiance. The two kissed for only a moment before parting, and her own daughter led the girl away giggling and talking as he seemed preoccupied with whatever they were talking about.

“Molly,”

The woman gave a jump as he turned to her, apparently now the topic of conversation by the look on Apolline’s face. “would you mind coming with us for a bit?” The young man held out his hand, and for a few seconds Molly for the better or worse just stared at it. Eventually Harry coughed and she jolted out of her stupor. She felt the weight in her lap lift, and she looked to the side as Sunshine took the babe from her hip with almost practiced ease.

“Remember to not bite your tongue.” The girl whispered in what was the most unhelpfully helpful way. Molly rolled her eyes at the comment and followed the young man and the Veela out of the room. The journey didn’t take long, just a couple turns down a few hallways till they were out of earshot. The boy seemed pensive about what he was going to say, and Molly was sure she knew what it was going to be about.

“I’m not sure we should do the tests.” He hung his head, his back resting on the wall and his arms crossed. The two women encircled his position, surrounding him to listen to his complaint. “There’s no guarantee that...I mean if you get claimed, you and your daughters...” He looked up at Molly then over at Polly.

“My daughter and I have discussed this already,” Apolline smiled, reaching out to stroke his cheek tenderly, “we are not human, do not think we have the same issues that...other’s might have.” Apolline faltered for a moment, and Molly was glad she had the grace not to call her out.

“I’ve decided.” Harry took a deep breath, “I’m going to look for them no matter what.” He looked them both in the face. “I don’t need to….to...” he sighed, running his hand through his hair. He started to speak up again but Apolline came to his rescue with a hand on his shoulder.

“My lord here,” Polly started and Molly couldn’t help but give her a look at the choice of address, “has a proposal… it does not involve us….sharing a bed with him.” Apolline saw the hope filling in the redhead’s eyes and held up a hand. “The price is however no less steep.”

“Whatever it is--” Molly turned away from Apolline, “whatever it is Harry, the answer is yes.” She looked back and forth between them, seeing the two look uncomfortable. “What could possibly be worse than--” she realized her mistake and looked at Harry, “I’m sorry Harry, I don’t mean it like it sounds, but I just don’t think I could bed my own daughters husband.”

“What about your friends?”

Molly looked over her shoulder at Polly who was breathing hard, her eyes closed with a grimace. Molly wasn’t even fully standing upright again before the other woman was on her. Her hands reflexively caught the blondes forearms as her face was gripped in two soft hands.

“Molly Weasley, I acknowledge your consent and thereby relinquish my claim for yours...and by the old ways bind us one to another, let the magic be sealed and the knot tightened...Blessed be.” the last words were a whisper, and Molly’s eyes went wide as the kiss landed on her forehead with a Cerulean light. They stood like that, staring at each other, Apolline looking down into the slightly shorter woman’s eyes until she could manage to take a deep breath. “...well?”

Molly cocked her head and then realized she wasn’t the one being spoke to. Whipping her head to Harry she saw him standing there arms crossed squinting hard. Suddenly a smile broke out on his face and he started nodding his head fervently.

“I’ve got them. It worked.” Harry’s eyes opened, vibrant and shining with excitement, “I have them!”

“What?” Molly raised her voice to standard Molly levels, “HOW?!”

“We are now Coventry.” Apolline smiled, and Molly flinched as the woman gave her a peck on the lips. “You husband also owes young Harry a life debt.” She saw the woman look confused so she sighed, “let us sit down for a second.” the blonde flicked her wand and a few chairs came into being. “We found a way that is...while not ideal, far more suited for our situation. It also helps Harry in a way.”

“A coven?” Molly looked at them both, “with you? But we’re...I’m already married.”

“And so both our husband have become our warlocks. I have also in order to do this stepped down as heir to the throne.” She saw Harry frown, “It had to be done, Gabrielle is ready. Fluer wouldn’t have wanted it anyway.” Turning back to Molly she continued. “Your husband owes a life-debt to Harry, and Harry has called it in to an oath of allegiance.”

“You enslaved my husband?” Molly seemed to be going red but completely shut down from a swat on the face and a full on the mouth kiss from Apolline.

“Your temper is as legendary as they say.” Polly smirked, “if you are this heated in the bedroom our lives will stay interesting.” Seeing the woman had nothing even approaching a rebuttal she continued. “Your husband is not a slave, he is now a noble sworn to the next male heir of France.”

“Gabrielle will be in charge.” Harry started to say something else but got cut down by a glare, “I mean, I will help of course.” Turning to Molly who was still trying to take it all in. “When Apolline stepped down she named Gabby as Heir. This means I’m a noble, which means that you’re a noble and that Apolline...sorry, Polly, and Jean stay nobles even though they’d stepped out of the bloodline.”

“You are the Lady Weasley,” Polly hugged the woman, “in more than just pleasantry. This affords you more than a little protection here and when you go home. You will be landed, my mother will make sure of that, before you two touch British soil again.” She held her breath as she saw the woman’s brain finally beginning to spin wheels again.

“But you and Jean….”

“WE are bound together,” Apolline smiled, “that means that Jean and Arthur are now bound as brothers in the coven. When Arthur’s debt was called in, Jean was fated to pay the bill as well. In a way, you saved my husband.” She ended the sentence with a crushing hug. “for that, the price is not so bad, I only hope your husband is as gifted as he is handsome.”

“W-what?”

“You’re a…” Harry swallowed hard, “A merged coven, you um...”

“We have to bridge the bond and fully integrate.” Apolline turned to Harry, “we will talk about this the other part fully in private Harry. Thank you for this, to know my husband is alive...and may be found and brought back to me at your will is...more than I was honestly hoping for.”

“I honestly didn’t do anything. And I will talk to you later about the...um, blessing.” Harry scratched the back of his head, startling as a pair of lips landed on his forcefully and innocently.

“Thank you Harry,” Molly’s eyes were tearing up, “thank you, bring Arthur back to me.” she managed the last part before Apolline began to drag her down the hallway by her hand away from a boy shyly touching his lips.

Zoey, Hermione, Gladda, Sophia and Majesta stood in the foyer of the palace country home, eying their new implements and each other nervously. They were dressed for winter in Germany, and it was apparent that their senses of style were as different as their personalities.

Hermione had her sweater under a very heavy jacket, a Weasley sweater no less, and a pair of jeans tucked in fur boots. The orange ‘W’ on a green field really….popped. At least that’s what Sophia said.

The girl no longer had fur legs, still seemed hell bent on showing them off though. Her skirt and her boots almost met somewhere about mid thigh, nothing too eye raising till you got to her jacket. Hermione recognized it, but the others had no idea who Michael Jackson was.

Majesta looked adorable in her fogged up glasses, her scarf hiding everything from the nose down. Double breasted coat to her ankles and mittens, she wasn’t taking it off just in case someone opened the door.

Zoey and Gladda had strangely dressed to match? Hermione noted they both had zip up hoodies on, Zoeys a crimson and Gladda’s more of a sage. Under that was, apparently by the way Zoey showed it off by unzipping, a pair of ‘cover-alls’. Zoey had a plain white shirt underneath. Gladda seemed determined to not show her undershirt off, sighting the impending cold.

“I see we’re all ready.”

The girls all turned as one to look up the stairs and froze. Harry was in his Veelish form, his long slicked back hair and barely there stubble accenting every feature of his perfect face. On his arm was a very nervous and confused looking Mary, carrying a luggage bag.

“Harry?” Sophia stepped forward as they came down the stairs, “I thought we were only going with 6 people, we don’t have enough tickets.” She got a peck on the lips, and Hermione rolled her eyes at how her husband chuckled and gave ‘that butt’ a cup. He really was a rump man.

“We’re still only going to have 6. I’ve decided not to take Hermione.” He looked over to see the girls confusedly looking to the girl who looked a little hurt. “I’m going to take ‘Veronica’ instead.”

“Who?” Gladda asked as she heard Hermione’s breath catch. They saw the girl blush and take a half stuttered step forward.

“H-harry...are you sure that we should--”

“I think it will project the right image.” Harry smiled at her, and the girls who were adjacent to her all groaned at being caught in the crossfire of focused allure. “So we should hurry or we’ll be late.”

“But...” Hermione looked at everyone present and then at the room around them, “Harry this is the main entrance to the...anyone could just walk in.” the other girls could see the tension and excitement coursing through the girl like electricity.

“Then you’d better hurry up, you’ll catch cold.” Everyone’s head spun at that comment to focus on the man now down on one knee, his hand outstretched to the floor. “Come on, love. We don’t have all day.” The last words were said with such saccharin that Gladda needed to lick them off her lips as she was hit in the side of the head by Hermione’s jacket.

The flurry of clothes was almost hilarious as the bookworm divested of everything, even her socks and panties, her bare body on full display as she knelt down. The girls could see the full body blush on the girl as she began walking on hands and knees toward him. Hermione never got there; as the form fluidly shifted and shrank the mane of hair and pearl skin fell away, a large furry spider the size of a dinner plate crawled up his hand. Traveling the length of his arm, his tilted his cheek and was nuzzled before he opened his jacket.

“The space in the pocket is enlarged and protected from the elements, you can even change back to Hermione in there if you want.” he smiled as the spider climbed into the breast pocket of his coat and disappeared without even a lump. Without skipping a beat he walked over and collected the clothing, tucking them into her bag and shrinking it to about the size of a wallet and tucking it in the pocket as well. “Come along ladies, this is my first plane ride, I can’t wait!”

“We could have just port-keyed!”

Harry looked over with a smile at his two scared-y cats. Gladda and Sophia were on the verge of crushing each other’s hands sitting straight back and eyes forward. Majesta seemed vaguely intrigued by the whole process but continued to read her book. Zoey and Mary were gawking out the window, racing from one side of the plane to the other. This caused Gladda and Sophia to shriek at them about ‘tipping it’, which led to laughter and an explanation from Majesta on the difference between boats and planes.

“I can’t believe you chartered a private flight.” Mary snuggled up into his arm about 10 minutes later, when the newness of the experience had worn off. She felt her heart flutter as his arm went around her, and she laid a heavy head on his chest letting him pet her bicep.

“Well, I didn’t think the girls were ready for the full muggle to be honest, and Apolline helped.” Harry leaned down, kissing the top of the girl’s head. When she looked up at him he did the same to her lips, far less innocent.

“You two gonna get a room? I know you said we’re silenced off from the pilot but come on.”

Harry and Meredith looked up to see Zoey standing in front of them with her fists on her hips grinning. Looking over he saw he’d drawn a bit of a crowd with his aura by accident.

“Majesta,” he smiled, sticking his hand into his breast pocket and a few seconds later producing a spider, “Why don’t you and Hermione go catch up in the back?” He stroked the spider, and it seemed to shiver under his touch. “She said something this morning about wanting to...well, how was it you put it?” he held the spider up to eye level, who seemed to curl in on itself slightly, “I believe it was something like ‘show her what you can do with six hands? I don’t really remember.” He set the spider down and in a very short span of seconds a nude young witch was standing there with an arm across her breasts.

“That sounds...fun.” Majesta blushed, a cobalt blush as she shifted back to her birth form, her long flowing white hair running down her back as she stood. Under that long coat had been an open backed white dress, matching stockings and heels. “My mother has recently been teaching me about my people more...and our ways. It’s very common practice in our culture to...” she took a step forward, “tie up a lover? Why don’t we go sit in the back, I’ll go first.” Majesta looked at Harry out of the corner of her eye, and he smiled as he saw appreciation and love there. The girl was more a girl’s girl. She loved the attention she could get from him, but if she had a choice between them now that she was more comfortable with herself she was a female preference.

“If you ask Hermione nicely,” Harry spoke up, and Majesta’s lips landed on Hermione’s right as the gasp escaped. The girl forced up on her toes as two hands, one from the back and flesh toned, the other from the front and dark grey, slipped between her thighs. “I’m sure she could help you find something to use for rope.”

“Mmm...I hope so,” Majesta pulled the girl’s lip softly, “I plan to look hard.”

Harry watched with a beaming smile as his best friend was led nervously to the back bedroom on the private jet by their wife. The white dress swishing back and forth as they walked, Hermione’s nude frame a pack of muscle except for that tush that bounced every time her heels hit the floor.

“Looks like you lost that private room.” Zoey quipped before she looked up confused. Harry followed her gaze and saw Sophia standing there playing with the hem of her skirt. Looking down at Harry who was looking at Sophie, she saw an unspoken question pass between them, and Sophia nodded.

“Zoe,” Harry stood up, and Mary was startled as she lost the place she was leaning against. “You’re a very sweet girl. Bit pig headed, but sweet.” Harry caught the hand that tried to punch his arm and pulled her in for a kiss, “I know that I can’t be everything you need. If we’re talking honestly, sex with you is amazing...but you need more than that. You’re amazing...” he smirked as she looked at him disgruntled, “I already said that didn’t I? You’re headstrong, brutish, borderline-a-boy attitude...” he grinned and turning her he hugged her back to his chest facing a very timid looking Sophia. “is everything she finds attractive. I found out from Gabrielle that you...at least one way….are still a virgin. I may or may not have let this slip, and my little Soph here… well she begged me to find a way to make her your first time.”

Zoey’s eyes were like dinner plates as she watched Sophia, the brash warrior and leader among the more war-like girls, drag her toe across the carpeted floor. It was so strange to see her so coy, it was as thrilling as it was alien.

“Kerasine”

The word left Harry’s mouth with power, and both girls gasped in surprise as their outfits glowed with a pop, some magical word activated. Zoey felt the thump and the weight lifted from her shoulder; and reflexively covered herself. At the word her outfit had changed. Her bra, panties, and the button-latch on the straps of her cover-alls had vanished. As her breasts bounced free in her shirt the straps slid from her shoulders; her entire wardrobe from the breast bone down falling to her ankles.

Sophia’s reaction was more physical and startled, though no visible evidence was seen in her outfit. She went up on her toes, eventually her open mouth surprise descending into a grin of contentment.

“I hope you like the little addition,” Harry reached over, running his thumb along her cheekbone before releasing Zoey and giving her a slight push. The two girls nearly collided save for Sophia’s strong arms catching her. The two looked at each other until Zoey smiled, and that was all the needed encouragement before they dashed back to the same bedroom Hermione and Majesta had disappeared to.

“So...” Mary nervously played with the fabric of the armrest as the three remaining members of the party sat in silence. Harry was relaxing, head back and eyes closed as the to girls sat across the isle. The fact that just down the hall they could here...things. Four women making love was no match for the soundproofing on the door. The moans and giggles mixed with the occasional cries and the constant clap of flesh on flesh made promising images dance behind their mind’s eye.

“Part of me wonders,” Gladda whispered looking over at the supposedly sleeping young man, “If we’re being left out, or included in something more...” she grinned at the girl who blushed. “You are nice, if we were the last pair I--” Gladda herself blushed this time, “I would not mind at all.” The smaller framed girl put a hand on her arm, and the giantess made human cupped her own on top of it as they sat in comfortable silence.

“I’ve tried,” Mary felt the weight in her chest lifting, her whispers a comfort, “I don’t think Gabrielle’s plan is going to work. I like him, but everything I bring to this he already has more than enough of.”

“What do you mean by that?” Gladda listened to the girl as she rested her head on her shoulder, putting her own cheek on her hair. “You are very smart and you--”

“Hermione is smarter.” Mary cut her off with a grunt, “Gabrielle is a beauty beyond measure, Ginerva is such a strong woman I want her for myself...” Mary closed her eyes and smiled as she ticked off the list. “Luna is blessed with her gift, silly as she is. Sophia is a true warrior, you and Majesta are craftsman and masters of magic….” she opened her eyes and looked up at the girl looking down at her curiously. “The only thing I brought to this relationship was a 2000 year old albino girl who’s allergic to pants.”

“You are beautiful,” Gladda spoke softly, “and you are smart, and you are gifted, and you are a warrior.” Mary rolled her eyes at the words, and Gladda’s voice grew hard, “you are, you speak bad of yourself. That speaks bad of Harry, and me.” Her jaw set she waited for the moment the girl turned to look up at her and struck. Mary squeaked in surprise as the bigger woman held her chin, kissing her deeply as she worked into her chest with soft fingers. “Promise me that you will make love to me in this form once you’ve changed back.”

“I’m not changing back Gladda.” Mary almost teared up, but she touched the other girl’s face and soldiered on, “If he wanted me he’d have done it by now. He’s just being nice, trying to not hurt my feelings.”

“He’s just waiting for it to be special, I’m sure of it.” Gladda kissed the girl’s face, “You just need to wait a little longer.” She hugged the girl tight and squeezed, waiting for her to hug her back before letting go.

“I don’t want special,”Mary sighed, “I mean I do, but it’s….it needs to happen.” Mary chuckled, “That would be enough at this point, I’m losing my mind! We have our whole lives right, it can get around to special eventually, right now I just want normal. I feel like such a...” She grimaced, catching herself and peeking at Harry who looked like he was taking a catnap. “I feel like a freak,” she chanced the whisper, watching to make sure Harry couldn’t hear her, “I know what Landala and Teak felt like now, he just talks ot me and he’s really nice but I just want--”

“I understand.” Gladda smiled, and Zoey closed her eyes as the girl seemed to lean over her, face inches from her own and breathing as she seemed to be deciding on whether or not to kiss her.

“I’m afraid.” The girls froze, looking out of the corner of their eye at Harry laying lazily in his chair, his face turned to them solemn. “I do want you Mary,” he smiled closing his eyes for a moment, “I want you so bad it hurts. But I read some things that have me concerned.” He gestured with his hand, and the girls stood and came over. Gladda sat in the seat beside him, but he pulled Mary protestingly into his lap by the hips, straddling him as he hugged her close. “I am gaining power by the second, and its too much to play around with. I already have incredible issues with controlling myself as a Centaur. I can’t seem to actually make love to Majesta without knocking her out. If I gain your form and… Mary what is an incredibly powerful Succubus called?”

Mary’s spine went straight, “an Incubus? Harry those are almost a myth--” she stopped herself, if anyone was gonna turn into one it would surely be Harry, the boy had atrocious luck. Seeing Gladda didn’t know she took a heavy breath. “Incu are the most powerful among us, they can take a more masculine form permanently, but most rarely do. We are afraid of them for the most part as a culture because they are far more callous with their lovemaking and feeding. To make matters worse they only need skin contact to feed on life fluids.” Turning back to Harry, she seemed to fumble for words before laying her head on his chest. “I’m sorry, I understand now. We don’t--”

“Oh it’s happening.” Harry chuckled, feeling her yank her head back to stare at him, “I just want to make sure I’m ready to feel….denied. It’s been a long time, okay a few months, since I was celibate and now that I know what I’ll be missing cutting back will be hell at first.”

“Why would you have less sex just because of that form?” Gladda spoke up, making sure he still remembered she was here with a hand on his chest between them.

“I wont be having less...” Harry turned to her, and the way he tilted his head told her he wanted a kiss; something she happily obliged, “it will just FEEL like I need it more.” Turning back he startled Mary by gripping a fist full of her hair, kissing her in a demanding grunt of frustration. “I found a journal, Aphrodina helped me get it so I could read about--”

“When do you find time to read?!” Mary cut him off, “you are either fighting or practicing or shagging or eating or shagging or working out or shagging--”

“I get it.” Harry patted her shoulder with a chuckle before putting both his hands back on her ass, lacing his fingers over her tailbone. “I find the time, a lot of it is late at night after the girls crash. I found a journal from a young man who ruled in the east, an Inucbus from a pit called Marizmian.”

“I know it.” Mary smiled, “it’s a magical city that grew up around us, for protection. It’s on the leyline between Aleppo and Medina, about half way.” She smiled, “I’d love to show you sometime, they have amazing bread and the dancers at night...” she seemed lost in thought with a grin.

“Anyway,” Harry smiled too at the image of her leading him by the hand through her magical homeland, showing off her wonders like a family vacation. “He spoke of his day, of his beliefs, and of his needs.” Harry gave her firm butt a squeeze, “we’re going to need the Huldr around for the healing magicks, otherwise you girls will never walk right. He had 6 wives each of them hand picked 3 mistresses serving them.” The girls did a headcount and went wide eyed as he nodded, “Every girl had a schedule. He would be loving and caring, according to him, and he made sure they knew they were all appreciated. But on a rotating schedule each girl had an assigned meal.” He turned to Gladda, “Lets say, monday for lunch is your ‘time’. Either right before or after, depending on what you prefer, I would just bend you over the table and take you.” He saw her smile shook his head, “I could go as few as 3 or as many as 6 depending on the meal. By his telling the girls could each only handle him once a week, and most stayed in bed the entire next day.”

“I think you are underestimating how much we might enjoy that.” Mary smiled and kissed his chest, “Did he mention any of the girls hating it? I bet not.”

“I’m just saying this will be a hand full depending on how much it influences me as a whole.” He kissed the top of her head. The two hugged each other close. “So that’s why I wanted some privacy, and I made sure Gladda here could help.” The words made Mary freeze and Harry rubbed her back reassuringly, looking at the giant girl who suddenly looked like she’d been put on the spot. “If you check in my overhead bag darling, you’ll find the ambassador belt. I want you to put it on. “

“H-harry what are you...” Mary looked up, freezing as her nose bumped into his, staring into those pools of emerald love. “...are we going to...”

“where else would I give a girl back her wings than in the sky?” Harry winked at her, and as he sealed their kiss he felt her fingernails in the back of his neck. Moaning into his mouth, she could feel her cotton white panties going just a tad bit transparent all over his zipper as she hunched away. “Gladda is here to help you, and in an emergency save you.” He turned to the big girl who was digging through a backpack, “I need you to watch us, and be ready.” He leaned over, and the girl was surprised by a kiss on the cheek that made her stop digging. “Let her take as much of it as she can when the change comes, she’s built to take a little punishment, but we both know no one’s invincible.” He leaned further kissing her neck and making Mary squirm as his hips rolled from the stretch to reach. “I know it’s not the sexiest thing in the world, but only you and Luna can take me rough...and she can’t handle the size I’m probably going to become.”

“I will...” Gladda wasn’t sure how to respond to this, “do my best?”

“Just be safe, and in an emergency just knock me out with a chair or something.” He grinned as he fished between his and Mary’s bodies, his hand disappearing for a moment as he bit his lip. Lifting his hips Mary shifted uncomfortably. The poor girl must have been chilly, because her bare legs under that mid-thigh skirt had goosebumps as he tugged and grunted at the space between them.

“Harry what are--” her eyes went wide and Gladda watched her friend’s thighs begin to tense and pulse as he moved his hands back up to her hipbones, slowly rocking her back and forth. “Oh shiii—uh….oh yeah...h-arry….so….so big..yes….oh….” she watched as the little human began rolling her hips, humping up into his dress shirt as he let her control the motions. “It won’t….harry please...i cant make it go…..i need—uh…...yeessss” The girl’s eyes rolled back in her head with an open mouthed smile as Harry lifted up his hips off the chair, scooting to the edge in the process as he pulled her down, and Gladda heard the sound of a lewd suction.
“Healthy girl.” Harry chuckled, pulling her mouth to him and tasting her moans as he ground his balls into that leaking little half covered quim. He’d never had sex with clothes on really. The feeling of her panties taught against the side of his shaft would almost be distracting if he wasn’t balls deep in the wettest pussy he’d ever had. He knew when they got up he’d have to change pants, her juices were running wild down the crack of his ass and soaking into the back of his slacks.

“Theres nothing healthy,” she growled, and Harry watched her rip her simple white button up shirt open from neck to navel in a viscous tug, “about how bad I want you to fuck me.” She didn’t have to try hard to guide him to her chest as she tugged her white cotton bra up. As he captured the nipple over her heart she held him tightly to her in a hug, trembling slightly with a smile each time he forced that spear of flesh to bottom out. Half in a dream she looked over at Gladda sitting beside them. Her hoodie was removed, and Mary flushed at the sight of her barely concealed chest in those overalls. There was no undershirt, and as she unclipped the latch the item fell around her waist like pants. “Your husband has the most amazing cock,” Mary moaned mischievously, feeling excited in the moment, “I’m sorry, I have to take it from you for a bit.”

Gladda felt the pang in her stomach, even as her sex heated up. She’d heard of some of the little plays that Gabby and Ginny and Maggie giggled about, the sexual scenarios that they used to heighten the experience. With a grin she leaned forward, appreciating the little game they were playing and seeing the hesitation for a second from Mary that she may have played too far too fast. “You can talk big,” she forced her arousal into her voice as she grabbed the back of the girls hair in a fist, making both partners stop for a second, “but you are his plaything. Soon he will break you, and you will beg me to take your place.” She pulled the girl into a kiss, and the two moaned together as Harry groaned startled at whatever their little game had done to her down below.
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