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Harry Potter: Monster Girl Quest	By : Almister Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 196491 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 31
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"Alright there Harry?" Hagrid's booming voice does little to settle my nerves as I make the short trip to his cabin. Now that it's a Friday night, I have no more excuses for not spending time with his 'daughter'.
I still can't quite get over that, reconciling Nora with that ferocious little bastard he hatched in my old set of memories.
In any case, I had Hermione help me brew up a potion that should prevent me from getting burned. I'm banking a lot on 'should' really. I didn't tell her what it was for, but something tells me she can guess.
"Hello Hagrid. How are things?" I reply conversationally, stepping into his shack. It seems, now that he's used to living with another person, that he's expanded the place. It's certainly bigger than I remember it, with two bedrooms and what looks like a door to an outdoor bath. No doubt Dumbledore's work.
"Just about to make the grit for little Nora's oil bath. I hear you're going to be helping her out this evening." He gives me a wide smile and ushers me inside, over to a few bins in the corner.
"Those were her terms..." I joke. "What exactly does an oil bath entail?"
"Nothing too difficult. I'll give you the basics, and Nora can fill you in on the details as you go. I've got a staff meeting to get to, back up at the castle." He replies, plopping an old bucket down on the floor. "Now, an oil bath is used to keep a dragon's skin and scales smooth and durable. They like it a lot, keeps them feeling fresh and healthy. So what we need is a few cups of sand, like this... Grab a few handfuls."
I follow his directions, throwing a mixture of sand, salt, and ashes into the bucket. He tops it off with a generous helping of some oil from a magical creature I've never heard before. "Now the important thing is for her to rub this all over. Gotta get real rough with it too, so scrub away. Once you're done, there's already a tub of oil heating out back for her bath. Gotta use the right type of oil, with a high burning temp, or she'll light it on fire by accident." He chuckles.
I nod along, mixing the bucket of grit by hand. "Careful with that too, you may want to use gloves when handling it. It'll strip the dead skin off of a dragon, don't wanna see what it'd do to your skin."
Wonderful I grumble mentally, taking his offered gloves. They aren't bad, really, but still... "Alright, off ye go. I'm already running behind schedule." He slaps me on the back and sends me on my way.
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"Um... Nora?" I call, stepping out into the bath area. The girl in question is already sitting back there on a rock, clad in only a towel. She glances up at the sound of my voice, her expression one of surprise and pleasure, before morphing into one of indifference.
"You came..." She replies evenly.
"I said I would... And this time I had no Dusley's to keep me away." I joke weakly, dropping the bucket to one side.
"Hmm... Where do the Dusley's live again?" She jokes, smiling viciously... At least I hope she's joking.
"So... Oil bath, huh?" She pouts at my change of topic, and stands up.
"I don't really like them." She grumbles, crossing her arms across her chest. Considering she was technically hatched last year, she's quite well developed. A B cup, at least, and a round bottom. I think the only girl my age who's better endowed is Susan Bones.
"Well, I've never given one before, so you'll have to give me directions... I've taken a potion to prevent me from burning up, at least." She seems to light up at that, and smiles softly.
"Alright then. First thing is the grit. How are you at massages?" She strides over to a long flat stone bench, laying out luxuriously across it on her stomach, her towel coming undone. I'm fascinated at once, tracing the curves of her body. The way two small black wings curl out from between her shoulder blades, scales running across her back and slowly becoming human skin as the distance increases. The way her spine continues past her arse, a scaled tail curling down between her legs.
"I've never given one." I admit freely, though, considering the description I think this is closer to 'scrubbing the floors' than 'giving a massage'. In which case, I've had plenty of practice. "Do I really need to wear the gloves?"
"Hm... You really should..." She pouts, seemingly as put out as I am. Forget this. Menu!
It's about time I start looking for practical stuff in the codex. Let's see, spells to make objects temporary repel water, no but I'm on the right track. Spells to prevent wear and tear from erosion? Not quite... Here we are, a spell to prevent damage to the skin from sandstorms. That should help.
"Ne stridorem!" I call, pointing my want at my hand. The spell fails a few times, but I'm relatively confident it's not beyond my abilities. Sure enough, on the fourth cast it sticks. "There. No gloves necessary... I think."
She giggles, for a brief moment, then schools her features. "You may begin then."
I roll my eyes and scoop up a large handful of the grit, kneading it slightly in my hands, and step towards her. "Anywhere I should start?"
"Hmm... My scales are bothering me, but you can start wherever you like." She shrugs. It's hard not to notice how her hands and feet are also covered in a fine layer of dark scales, giving her finger tips a clawed appearance. I lean down over her and place the ball of oily rub between her shoulder blades.
At first I try to push it around as a clump, using it like one would use a sponge or a cloth. "Not like that." Nora corrects, "Spread it like a paste, and rub hard."
I do as instructed, spreading out the grit into a thin layer, and then get to work. My palms slide up either side of her neck, coming to rest just under her wire-like hair, and I feel her shudder slightly beneath me. It takes me a bit to get the right amount of pressure that she likes, but the soft moan I get when I reach that point is all the encouragement I need.
I move slowly, rubbing and scouring her skin in smooth circular motions. I work my way down from her neck, across her shoulders and down her arms, first the left, then the right. Her hands take a lot longer to do properly, so I sit down on the bench and take each one into my lap in turn. It's fascinating, really, how warm her body is. The scales, while tough, feel much like snake skin, supple in a durable way. She sighs happily as I work on her palm and fingers, grabbing more grit from the bucket as needed. By this point my hands are soaked in the oil, and it's easy to just let them glide over her skin to new areas.
The smell of hickory smoke fills the air as she sighs contentedly, and I finish my work on her hands. Her back is next, or more specifically, her wings. She tells me to be more gentle with them, and I obey, once more working my way up from light touches and strokes to the optimal amount of pressure. They're interesting as well, the spines covered in denser scales that need a stronger touch, but the thin membranes between are so delicate. She shivers and jerks uncontrollably as I glide my fingers across them.
"Oil..." She mumbles. "Just rub some oil into the skin." I grab the bottle and, holding one wing out flat, pour some of the hot oil onto the wing. I spend a good ten minutes or so on each wing, just rubbing the oil into the skin until both are positively sparkling in the low light. By the time I'm done, Nora looks like she's barely conscious.
That finished, I move on to the base of her wings, grabbing another handful of grit. The moment my hands connect with the base of her wings she arcs her back, stifling a moan as her hips come right up off of the table. "Are you alright?" I ask, partly from concern and partly from amusement.
"F-fine." She gorans, shuddering as I work my magic around her wings, rubbing in the grit and then massaging the muscles beneath with my finger tips. "Y-you're just better than I thought you'd be?"
"Hm... You've given this a lot of thought?" I tease, sliding my hands outwards to rub her sides, just above her breasts.
"S-shut up." She growls, and I stifle a laugh and move on. Her lower back is next, I gently work my way downwards, kneading and grinding at her skin until I reach the scales around her tail. As before, she starts to move slightly as I rub at them, squirming more the closer I get to her tail. "Are you alright?" I ask, wrapping my hand around the base of her tail. "Does it hurt?"
"N-n-no!" She practically shouts, trying to still her squirming. "J-just do it quickly."
"Quickly?" I can't help the thought that comes to mind. "Like this?" With both hands I grip her tail, one holding the base in place while the other strokes the length at a rapid clip.
"G-gah! W-what are you- Ohhhh...." She shudders and shakes as I continue to stroke at it, adding twists to my pulling motions as I work. My other hand starts to move as well, and I start to alternate which hand is rubbing the grit into her scaled tail.
"Hm? You said you wanted it quick." I shrug, not that she can see it.
"You're mean..." She groans, as I finally work my way down to the tip of her tail.
"I'm not that bad, am I?" I tease, moving to her feet instead. Like her hands, they're covered in fine scales that need extra attention. She yelps when I start to work on the soles, rubbing in small circles with my thumbs until the ticklishness fades away. "You have cute feet."
"They're not cute. They're all scaly." She grumbles.
"I like your scales though." I reply, grabbing more grit. "They're smooth and warm, and they're a nice color."
"Shut up... Just because you compliment me, doesn't mean I'll forgive you for what you did..." She grumbles. "You're just trying to talk your way out of doing this again."
"I'd never... I think doing this will be the best part of my weeks." I reply, moving up to work at her ankles.
"Flatterer..." She grumbles.
She's silent for a while after that, as I work my way gradually up her right leg. I work on her knee, then up the outer thigh, taking my time and putting serious effort into it. When I'm satisfied, I move up to work at the meat of her ass. She shudders happily, and squirms slightly as I take my time to really work the muscles beneath, catching glimpses at her cute little crotch occasionally hidden by her tail.
When I'm done, I move back down to her knee and start moving up her inner thigh. Her breath hitches, and then slowly picks up speed, soft wafts of aromatic smoke filling the air as I gradually work my way up higher. It's cruel, but this sort of thing is too much fun to pass up, so as I work my way upwards, being thoroughly slow, I pause at the apex. My fingers dangler mere inches from her crotch, feeling the blast furnace-like heat that radiates from her core.
And then I move away, to her other leg, and repeat the process. Outside first, then her arse, then her inner thigh.
"Cruel... So cruel." She whimpers playfully, squirming at my touch.
"All done. Do you want me to do the other side too?" I tease, running a finger just out of reach of her crotch.
"Of course. Your job isn't done yet." She demands, rolling over onto her back. From this side, she looks almost entirely like a normal girl. An incredibly gorgeous normal girl.
I reach forward, starting with her shoulders, my head resting level over hers so I can see the expression on her face. She's blushing, a red tint that goes from her cheeks down to the tops of her breasts. As I slowly scour her warm skin, working my way lower, she stops me. "Don't do my... My breasts..." She mumbles.
"Oh?"
"It's uncomfortable." She pouts.
"And what happens if I don't?"
"... They itch." She grudgingly admits.
"I'll be gentle then." I smile at her, wiping most of the grit off of my hands.
"Promise?" She asks meekly, and I nod, sliding my oily hands lower. Her eyes close with a muffled hiss, and I slowly oil up her breasts, gently dragging my fingers across her sensitive skin, rubbing her clean. I take my time, working in wide circles around her breasts and slowly working my way in, cupping and kneading the surprisingly soft flesh until the wince fades from her face. I smile as I flick one of her nipples with the pad of my thumb, watching her gasp and jump at the contact.
When at last she pushes my hands down lower, I continue working across her stomach. She's thin and toned, and I can feel the tight abdominal muscles beneath her thick skin, flexing as my hands traces across them. As I dip lower I can feel her anticipation building. "I think I've gotten everywhere."
"Not everywhere." She mumbles, her hands still pressed against mine.
"Oh? Where am I missing?" I ask, cleaning all of the grit from my hands and fingers. Her hands bring mine to her waist once more, and my thumbs drag themselves gently across the lips of her cunt. "Here? Perhaps?"
She nods, not trusting herself to speak, eyes closed and looking away. I move one hand to cup her gently, fingers tracing around the outer edges of her lips, feeling the beads of arousal that feel as hot as molten lead. I'm grateful for the foresight of drinking that potion as one finger traces up the gap between her lips, pulling the molten liquid upwards to circle her tiny nub of a clit.
Her back arches, and I take the opportunity to push my middle finger into her, cringing at the hot sensation. Just because I can't be burned, doesn't mean it doesn't feel like submersing myself in a hot bath. She writhes at the contact, her hips moving and grinding on their own against my finger and the thumb resting on her clit.
Spurred on, I reach down with my other hand and grasp her tail, letting it thrash and rub against my firm grip as she slowly works herself to orgasms on my body. I do my best to remain still, amused by the display as her arousal, slowly stoked over the hour or so massage, gets the best of her usually cold demeanor.
Within seconds she's crying out, bucking her hips against me, and spewing sweet smelling smoke into the air. Her thrashing lasts several minutes, until finally, spent, she collapses to the stone, panting. "All better?"
"... I haven't forgiven you yet." She replies, unable to hide the fanged grin from her face.
"I think it's bath time." I smile, gesturing to the gently simmering pool of oil in the corner.
"You're going to join me." She states, standing up and grasping for my clothing. I don't fight her, simply to save my clothing from her claws, and soon I'm as naked as she is. For the first time, I'm glad that my physical stats are no longer making me look like a malnourished ex-slave. She looks me over, giving me a gaze that can only be described as 'appraising'. "You only have one."
I blink at the statement, before realizing she's staring right at my cock, cocking her head to one side as if it's some great mystery. "Um... Yeah, humans only have one."
She seems to ponder it for a moment, pursing her lips as her soft, warm, scaled hand reaches out to cup my erection gently. "Hmm... That's fine, I guess..." Despite her dismissive words, I can tell she genuinely isn't bothered by it. Turning, she leads me by my cock to the bath.
It's about as uncomfortable as I expected, but I quickly get used to it. It's much like a bath that's just slightly too hot for you to get comfortable in. Nora slides in without any sort of hesitation, sinking down to her chin with a happy sigh. I try to follow, but can't quite seem to adjust to the temperature.
At least until her hand, still glued to my crotch, begins to move. "I have one last thing I want you to do for me, for tonight at least." She mumbles into the oil, sliding up to me and straddling my lap.
It's amusing how hard it is to grip anything properly in an oil bath. As she tries to lower herself onto me, I try to push up into her, using my arms around her hips as a guide. It fails, miserably, as she slips from my grasp and I end up bumping her inner thigh with my cock. The two of us slip and slide about, and against each other for a few minutes, eventually breaking down into a fit of giggles and wrestling before I manage to pin her against one side of the tub.
Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and her hips rub frantically against the tip of my cock. I can feel her tail rubbing against my ankle, as she gazes at me with a hooded look. I press forward, and the oil helps immensely to slide into her causing her to bury her head against my neck. Her smoke-filled breath stings at my ear as I slide my way forward, bottoming out inside of her. The heat of her insides is intense, and for a while I worry that potion or not, I'm going to burn my cock.
But I want to do this. Not for any points or experiences or perks. There's something too intimate about this to be doing it for any of that. I pull back as much as I can, her legs are practically locking us together as they wrap around my waist, and push in once more. Her happy cries and moans are enough to keep me in a steady rhythm, and I start to get creative. One hand, again, goes to her tail, grabbing it roughly to use as leverage for my thrusts.
The other moves to the middle of her back, gently rubbing and stroking her wing bases as she rubs her breasts against my chest.
I get close to cumming a few times, but every time I fear I'm at the edge, she climaxes, sending a wave of heat that actually pushes my orgasm away for a few moments. "You're like an ice cube..." She shudders against me, still rocking away with her hips. It hadn't even occurred to me that if she feels this hot, I must feel frigid to her. Suddenly I can't shake the image of her trying to fuck something cold, like that frigid bitch of a vampire...
Once more I feel my orgasm building, and it doesn't look like she'll unwittingly stop it this time. I pick up the pace slightly, angling my thrusts so that I get the most satisfying friction from them, and bottom out inside of her. She must sense my impending release, because she clutches me tightly, happily, as I finally erupt a truly magnificent load into her.
"F-fuck!" She stutters, the first time I've heard her swear. "T-that's cold!"
I chuckle, feeling my balls reach empty as I pull myself free. She slumps slightly in the oil for a moment, before perking up enough to cuddle up next to me. It's another two hours before the oil cools down and we both decide to get out.
I manage to get clean, thanks to some handy spells and a lot of water, and dressed, and put Nora to bed. I'm just about to leave when Hagrid finally comes home. "Alright there Harry?"
"Nora's in bed. Mission accomplished." I joke, and he pats me 'gently' on the back. I dimply wonder what kind of stats I'd need to take one of those in stride.
"I reckon you've got a career ahead of you in dragon handling, if you decide to go that route. Nora doesn't put up with any nonsense from just about anyone. Me aside." He states, pouring himself a drink.
"I think she has a soft spot for me." I shrug, trying to avoid the subject. He gives me a knowing look, and a grin, and nods.
"That she does."
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The cool air on the way back to the castle does me a world of good. I think, next week, I'll have to pack something to cure for heat exhaustion.
Encounter Complete: Dragon, Level 10, 2000exp
Achievement Unlocked: Playing with Fire(1) 500exp (Have sex with one Fire elemental creature)

Packing Potent Potions 500exp (Use a potion to assist in a sexual encounter)

Stoking the Fire 500exp (Cause someone to reach maximum arousal level before bringing them to orgasm)

Bath Time 200exp (Have sex in a bathtub)

Shotgun Warning(1) 200exp (Manually stimulate the child of a close friend)

Shotgun Warning(5) 500exp (Have vaginal sex with the child of a close friend)

Dr. Masseuse +5 Hands on Skill (Bring someone to orgasm during a massage)

What does This button do? +5 Knowledge: Erogenous Zones (Find all the erogenous zones on a member of another race)

Beat the Heat +5 Sexual Endurance (Withstand inhuman temperatures for the sake of a sexual encouter)

Handling your Monster +5 Care of Magical Creatures (Sexualize a Care of Magical Creatures lesson)
Shake your Money Maker bonus: 44 Galleons
Total Experience: 36600 New Level: 9
Plenty of achievements, but several of them gave skills instead of experience. Odd, but I suppose it was bound to happen eventually. Still, I'm not going to complain about free stuff.
Conquest options available:
Mine!: People must pass a will check (Based on your level) to steal from you.

Hot Blooded (1): Your body temperature naturally runs hot, making you more resistant to diseases, cold, and extreme heat.

Magic Resistance (1): You resist spells equal to 1/8th of your level.
Ho hum, what to choose. Mine! would be useful if I had to worry about thieves. Though, with that mad house elf running amuck...
Hot Blooded would certainly help any future encounters with Nora, at least.
And Magic Resistance is as tempting as it always is. I can't help but wonder what it'd look like if I had chosen it the last time. Still, this time there's nothing as tempting as Ogre's Strength to offset it.
But, both Hot Blooded and Magic Resistance suggest I can get the same benefits elsewhere, given the (1). Mine! seems to be unique to dragons, or at least it's probably rarer. Bah, I wish there were ways of getting more than one, by sleeping with the same conquest. Maybe I just need to find more dragons?
Screw it, Magic Resistance it is.
Stats next. The only one left to bump up is Dexterity, so I bring it up to 23.
Skills, 90 points to spend. I've finally reached the point where I can master any skill I like each level. Still, I don't want to start doing that yet. I'm in second year, and I don't know how much longer these levels are going to come easily. Best to just bring many skills up to a moderate level.
Charms, Transfiguration, DADA, and Herbology. All of them up to 25 leaves me with 14 more to spend. The rest go into Care of Magical Creatures, bringing that up to 21. I'm not taking it this year, but I'm certainly putting the practical side of it to good use.
All finished, time to hit the sack.
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