Woman With Plumage
A Master takes an interest in an oddly decorated BBW slave at an auction.
A Master takes an interest in an oddly decorated BBW slave at an auction.
Brian visits a foxy and curvaceous friend he knew in high school, and she gives him a massage complete with the use of a strap on and pegs him even better than his girlfriend.
This is just a short story inspired by someone very special to me. It’s more of an expirament with a different writing style than anything. Please leave a comment and vote. I want an honest apprasial of this new style. Thanks, Mike
Sorry about the delay between chapters, working on a lot of things in my life so writing when I have the time to work on it. I hope those who have been enjoying the story so far continue to do so. Thank You all so much for reading.
I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d be laid up for a few days, the side effects of the electrocution were nasty. The healing took several days even with improvements I made to my body. First problem was the twitching, it wasn’t constant but that just made it worse. I was drinking a hot cup of tea when my arm twitched and then I was wearing a hot cup of tea in my lap. Then there was not going out to see anyone until the marks and friction burns healed as it would be difficult to explain the scarring that occurred and then disappeared to medical professionals like Sindee’s friends and parents. By far the worst of the side effects were when the nerves would just go dead and my arm or another portion of my body would go numb for hours. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I lived through it but I’m going to have to craft a ward against electricity for the future. In the end I was in bed healing for a full week before the electrical burn scars were fully gone. In that time we had no further issues with the Tremere. Actually there didn’t seem to be anything going wrong. I took this as a bad sign of things to come; the proverbial calm before the storm.
The next three days went quickly as we spent them with Sindee’s parents on their last few days in town. It was nice to be able to relax and go anywhere in town with them and not be looking over my shoulder. Sindee’s mother noted the difference in my behavior and took a moment to speak to me about it. I still kept aware of my surroundings; I just wasn’t constantly on edge the whole time we were together. The one advantage about having a Nephandi as my enemy is that he had to hide his Magick just as I had to. Her parents drove out of town the second week in September and Sindee returned to work.
The first time I was alone for the whole day I went out to the construction site on the house. They were making excellent progress on the building having completed the basement and the framing of all three buildings. The house would be completed relatively quickly if they kept up their pace and I would be able to get in and start building the wards around it as a Sanctum. I got back to work on my investments to ensure that my clients and my own finances stayed in good order so I could worry about my new unknown enemy.
I knew from the time of my awakening that my life would never be simple again, however the events of recent months have brought me to the understanding of how complicated it would be. Only 3 months had passed since my arrival in Las Vegas and I’ve almost died 3 times as well. I knew that something could easily happen to me with what was coming. I could have run, taken Sindee with me and start a new life somewhere else that would be safer for both of us. While I could have done that, I wasn’t going to. I was needed here to fight in the ascension war, to stop what was coming this way. I could have left the fight to someone else, but that wasn’t who I am. The only way to protect Sindee and ensure no one ever came after her was to stop them from being able to do so. I’m not the heroic type then again I wasn’t being a hero. I was choosing to defend my home, my family; the result that I would be protecting the city and the world simply was a side effect of doing what I needed to do. I made a decision that could be the end of me so I had a few calls to make. I started with my lawyer, as an awakened individual he would be able to handle the instructions without any issues. I decided it was time to make out a will.
The legal matters were handled quickly with little fuss so that I could conclude the rest of my business for the day. The first order of business was to create a minor talisman warding against electricity. While I have only faced him once, the Nephandi was very quick to use the electricity as a combat spell making me confident in taking the time to ward against it. What I was making really wasn’t a true talisman. I was making an imbued item or charm that was limited in the spells used on it and the magick stored within; it still needs to be activated by any Mage who wore it. A talisman when created is imbued with its own power and abilities including a connection to the plane of Magick. Talismans can be used until their stored power is depleted and can be recharged over time while the charms can only be used until depleted and new spells must be cast to create them again. The final difference between a charm and a talisman is that anyone can use a talisman if they learn what it is including Mages, Vampires and Mortals alike. In order to make the Warding charm I did some research online and found out that the best conductor for electricity was silver which I would use to draw the power in, and then I found a Discover Magazine article about a super-insulator that could be used to store the power drawn into it. I gathered the materials I needed to make the charm and then I just needed to decide on the way I wanted it to work and which spells I would use. I could have made the charm from anything as it doesn’t usually matter with Magick at your disposal. I chose to use specific materials because it gave me an advantage in granting me more options with the material effects. What I had in mind was not just a ward against electricity but a capacitor that would store the energy and allow me to tap into it for my own spells. Another clue about the nature of Magick is that one form of energy can be changed into a different one. I used Forces and Matter to shape and craft the materials increasing conductivity and capacity for storage then applied Prime to change the electricity into quintessence or primal energy within the charm itself. The reason I did it this way was to allow the charm to last longer by feeding off the primal energy stored within. This isn’t a spell I tried before but it should work the way I planned; either way I’d find out the next time I fought with someone using electricity. I’d decided to make two of them which took up the rest of the day while Sindee was working. I made them both into watch bands to replace the ones currently on Sindee’s and my own watches.
I made a nice dinner for Sindee and we spent the night curled up together on the couch watching a few old movies we liked. I needed to accelerate her training as soon as the house was complete if she was going to be able to protect herself when I’m not around and I wanted her to get as much rest as she could before we started in earnest. We did work on little things like more sensory Magick to ensure she had a grasp of what things were before I taught her to start changing what and how they worked. The more she leaned about the nature of anything the easier it is to understand how to change them.
I had a lot to do in the next 6 weeks, training Sindee in all the sensory Magick while waiting for the house to be finished. We went to the construction site together daily because I wanted to check the progress and in the evening make some changes internally where the walls had been put into place. Since the changes couldn’t be seen or detected without opening the walls up so the effects were coincidental and therefore no backlash involved. I had decided that I was going to make this location both as secure and protected as I could as I was going to attempt the creation of a Node. A Node is a place where the tapestry of the Tellurian becomes knotted, becoming places of power for Mages and other beings. Nodes form naturally in the world, and I was going to try and create one. Nodes are one form of power the Vampires have no use for beyond denying them to their enemies. They are however unable to detect them for themselves so they can be kept secret from the kindred. Creating a Node is not a task that should be undertaken lightly. My choosing to do so was for multiple reasons that I felt make it worth the risks involved in the creation and defense of it. First and foremost the vision of a fight with a Nephandi gave me the idea to bring together a group to defend the city and the tellurian. A Node is an excellent place to form a chantry, a school for the awakened to learn and work to improve their powers. Were-creatures also use Nodes though as I understand it they have a different name for them. They seem to be a place where the Spirits they get their gifts from gather. I hoped to work with some of them in order to protect the place from all of the possible enemies we could face in protecting the city by sharing the node with them. If this worked and a Node forms I may not be around to know. I mentioned before that there were worse things for mages to suffer other than death. I’ve mentioned a couple and will explain more as they come but the one that had me worried the most was because what I was attempting was not a simple alteration of something within reality. What I was going to attempt was to alter the fabric of the Tellurian itself and that could put me into a Quiet.
A Quiet is one of the worst possible things a Mage can suffer, being turned into a Vampire and having your Avatar destroyed in a better fate. A Quiet is a deep state of psychosis in which the Mages reality is the only thing to exist anywhere. No contact with anyone or anything. A personal madness created by the Mages own mind that has destroyed more Mages than those that came out of it stronger on the other side. A quiet can cause a Mage to become what is called a Marauder. Marauders are the most dangerous and unpredictable beings that exist. They no longer suffer from paradox backlashes as their mind has become so fractured that they live in their own reality within the Tellurian. Who knows what twisted effects these demented minds will come up with. Think of a serial killer with the power to change reality to fit with their fractured views. I liked to think I would get through any challenge or trial I went through but the possibility of becoming something like that frightened me more than I will ever be able to put into words.
As far as I know, I’ve never met a Mage who has even attempted what I am contemplating doing. It needs to be done and I’m not going to pass the responsibility and danger of my idea onto another being. I had plenty to do in planning it. I needed to contact Seeker of Truth to let her know what I was planning and see if her pack or one she knew as friends may want to help protect it if the effect worked. I wanted to talk to Arthur at his club to see if he might be able to acquire some items I could use to aid in a successful casting. I had a lot to do before the house was completed and very little time relatively speaking to accomplish it. I called Marcus first to see if he could get ahold of Kyra to ask Seeker to meet me somewhere we could talk, I recommended the Existence as it was neutral territory. I also chose it because it would allow me to kill the proverbial two birds with one stone by allowing me to see Arthur while I was there.
I arranged to meet Seeker of Truth on that first weekend coming and decided to make a night of it for Sindee and me. We got ready and went out to the Existence for lunch so I could speak with Arthur before the club got busy. Something I didn’t mention before is the Chef who would look at home on death row is a true gourmet and should run a five star restaurant kitchen, any time you eat there it’s a delight. Just tell the waitress you’ll have whatever the chef wishes to prepare and you’ll never regret the choice. Once we arrived I asked Arthur if he had time to talk as I needed some information that he could be able to provide. Sindee was over by the bar talking to Elayna when Arthur and I sat to talk.
“I’ll come straight out and tell you what I plan to attempt and I’d appreciate any advice or information you can provide,” I stated as a way of opening our conversation.
Arthur’s expression turned serious and contemplating which I have no clue how anyone can show two expressions at once and replied, “I’m listening, however I don’t think I’m going to like this am I?”
“I don’t know and won’t guess how you’ll feel about it. I will tell you that I’m planning to try and create a Node.” I informed Arthur, the silence that followed was tense.
We sat staring at each other until he replied, “I think you’re insane if you think it’s a good idea to try doing that, but you aren’t the first to try it. Are you aware of the dangers involved in what you planning?”
“Yes, the dangers include my death, the destruction of my Avatar causing me to lose the ability to use magick, horrible levels of injury that would be worse than death, and most of all the possibility of a Quiet and the end results of that including becoming a Marauder and needing to be put down,” I replied in an even tone. I asked, “Did I miss anything?”
“That pretty much sums things up neatly. Before I give you any information, tell me why you want to go through with such an insanely dangerously stupid plan.” He said the last like an order not a request and I knew if I didn’t explain he wouldn’t aid me.
“I plan to create the node within a Sanctum and use it for several reasons. The first is because I had a vision in which the city had been destroyed and deserted. In this vision I had a battle with a Nephandi and came out of it with Injuries from the fight. I don’t know when this war is coming here and I know that the vision is as much symbolic as real but a dead and deserted Las Vegas is a bad symbol either way. My second reason is I want to use the Sanctum as a training facility to improve my abilities and to teach other awakened. I also plan to share the Node with at least one of the local Were-creature packs in order to help maintain and protect it; that is if they’ll agree to. Fate and Destiny are playing around with my path in life and as much as I wish it weren’t happening I have no choice but to prepare for what I feel coming and to trust my instincts to guide me.” I looked him square in the eyes and asked, “Now, you said that I wasn’t the first to attempt this insane course of action. How many have tried and were there any who succeeded? If anyone did succeed did they survive said twisting of the Tellurian itself?”
Arthur got a distant look in his eyes as though deep in thought. It was interesting to watch his eyes, the shift around the grey scale of color as he thought looking for all the world like a gray clouded sky, “There have been several attempts I’m sure; however I know of only 3 personally. The first two were abysmal failures. One killed the Mage who attempted it, he was trained in all the spheres but attempted something he wasn’t ready for. I taking hold of the fabric of reality he couldn’t handle the raw Quintessence that flowed from it to him and he was burnt to ash from the inside out. The second failure was from a powerful Mage who became an Archmage of the Correspondence sphere. His hubris was his downfall. He believed that he was powerful enough to change reality where he saw fit, his intent was to force ascension on followers that were barely beginning to understand what is possible and their disbelief put him into a quiet that he hasn’t come back out of yet, that was back in ’92. The one that succeeded was an interesting and unique case. He shouldn’t have had the power to pull it off, however he had prepared for it creating a ritual and having a firm grasp in mind of what he wanted to have happen. The planning and ritual paid off and a Node was created. It was a small Node, limited in power but a Node none the less. He was put into a quiet and managed to come out of it relatively sane. While this mage can still work with magick any spell he attempts is very limited in scope and power, he can’t focus on anything detailed or powerful any longer.” He poured himself a drink from an old bottle, took a good drink and continued, “Now that you know more about the dangers and end results are you still planning to try to do it?”
I looked over to where Sindee was talking with Elayna and took a minute to think before answering. “If I’m going to protect Sindee and by extension the city if not the Tellurian itself I must do this. I don’t intend to try it as a normal spell either. My intent is to create a ritual as your one successful Mage did. I was thinking that if I intend to alter the Tellurian the more representations of the truth of reality I incorporate into the ritual the better chances for success in creating the Node. To that end I am looking for representation of the factions, species and whatever classifications we use for different beings.”
“Sounds to me like you’ve thought this out and despite the dangers; you are intent on attempting it. When you say representations of the various supernatural entities, please give me specific examples of what you mean and I’ll see what I can do about it.” He sat looking at me expectanly, waiting for my response.
“In the simplest terms, I know as Mages we use Quintessence and the it has a physical form of Tass of which I have a little. From the Vampire who’s blood is both their source of life and the power behind their magic, I wish to get as old and powerful a sample as they are willing to part with. From the Were-creatures I plan to seek a truce and see if they will share the knowledge of their source of power and possible provide some for to purpose of making this node a reality. I know that there are Fallen Angels or Demons and Mummies as well as many Supernaturals I have no idea of what they are or their source of Power and Magic which is why I come to you. As you said, you’re something else and you know enough to be able to run this unique place. I think you may be able to assist me in this goal if you’re willing.”
“I may be willing to assist however there are some terms to work out between us. First is that if you are successful I have full access to the node for my use and for those I wish to have trained. Second is that we share information in this war you feel coming; you are not the only protector of this city and the world. Third requirement is that you will train those I send to you; I will not send many but those I do will also have a destiny upon them. The last is that either way; if you survive the attempt in success or failure you will owe me a favor at the time of my choosing, no questions asked.”
“I’ll agree to the first and second with no qualifications. The third is an issue, the Node will be in my home and Sanctum and while I am willing to train those who need be, I will want to ensure that anyone I train is someone I’ve met and come to trust before allowing the knowledge of the Node to spread to them. I have a plan for shielding its position from being sensed beyond simple wards. The last one is almost agreeable. I will owe you the favor but I will not do something that violates my ethics and code of honor, nor will I let the favor endanger Sindee or my family. Beyond that the condition are acceptable.” I waited for Arthur’s counter offer.
Arthur’s reply was, “We agree then on points one and two. For point three, you will train anyone I send to you for training; however I will provide a location for doing so until and if you come to trust them enough to take them into your home. The final point, I swear to you on all that I hold dear that when I call on you for the favor it won’t be lightly and it may put your family into danger, but no more than not doing what I ask of you will. I have been guarding this world and fighting in the multiple supernatural wars going on, the ones you know of and those you do not. This place is a bastion against those wars and will continue as such for a long time to come. Do you agree to my terms or not?”
I took my time to think this through carefully. I didn’t like all the terms, but I doubted I’d be able to succeed without his assistance and that would make things worse not better in the long run. I decided there wasn’t much choice, “I’ll agree with the caveat that if anything happens to Sindee or my family while I’m away that I could have protected them from, no power in the universe will stop me from seeking out all those responsible. Therefore I require that you arrange for the protection of those dear to me while I do whatever favor it is you call upon me for. If you find that acceptable we have a deal.”
Arthur smiled and while friendly it did nothing to comfort me, “I can live with that. Now while you have the meal you ordered and enjoy the conversation with your other guest today I will get started looking into what I can do to assist with collecting you ritual materials.” He nodded his head towards the door. I turned to see Seeker of Truth walking in the front entrance, Marcus and Kyra coming in behind her. “Go ahead and use my table here, looks like you’ll need the room anyway and no one will bother you while you sit there.” He walked into the back area of the club.
Sindee returned to the table as I stood to greet the new arrivals. I gestured them over to the table to sit. As we sat five plates arrived from the kitchen smelling better than anything I’ve had to date. The fact that there were five plates didn’t get past me and I now knew that Arthur had seen this coming before I spoke with him today. “Hello Seeker of Truth, let me introduce you to my fiancé Sindee. Sindee, this is Seeker of Truth.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Seeker of Truth. I heard a little about you and Andrew’s misadventures in the desert and am glad to meet Kyra’s grandmother. She is a wonderful young lady and a close friend to Marcus after such a short time.” Sindee’s tone was friendly and her words came from the heart.
“I am equally pleased to meet you Sindee. As for calling me Seeker of Truth, outside of the pack and our gatherings, please call me Talia.” She smiled and took a bite from her plate. The smile of contentment spoke volumes in silence about how good the meal was going to be. “Now Andrew, you asked to meet with me for a reason, why?”
“In order to answer that I need to ask what you know of Mages, Nodes and the Ascension War?” I replied.
She took a few minutes to gather her thoughts while we all enjoyed our meals be she answered. “In regard to Mages, I know you’re power is more about changing perceived reality by will and Magick. It was explained to me once that mortals and most other supernatural beings share a static reality. Everything we do conforms to a defined set of rules, while some of the rules are outside mortal normality they are still there. To Mages however the easier explanation is that their Perception is reality. They can alter the world to become what they perceive it should be, within limitation based on their own power and how much they try to change at once as well as witnesses to the changes. Is that about accurate?”
“A simplified version of things but very accurate none the less Talia,” Marcus answered before I could.
Talia continued, “Nodes are places of power to Mages and other supernatural races. They are knots or weaknesses in the fabric of the veil between planes where for Mages quintessential energy flows and for Werewolves and other shifters the spirits gather and crossing the barriers becomes easier. These places are usually full of life and are constantly fought for among the supernatural races. The Garou as we Werewolves call ourselves care for the grounds around and protect these places from the Wyrm. Currently my pack doesn’t have control of a Node as there are few in the area around Las Vegas with the major one being the Springs Preserve is under to care and guardianship of a pack of Glass Walkers and Bone Gnawers. They allow us and others in the area to use the area but a Pack is strongest when they have a Node for their totem spirit. Is that enough or do I need to know more about them for our discussion to continue?”
I replied before Marcus this time, “That’s plenty of knowledge of Nodes, and I appreciate the lessons of your people as well Talia. “What about the Ascension War?”
“The Ascension war is being fought between Mages of varying alliances and faction to impose your views upon the world, to bring a higher level or being or consciousness to the people or to deny it to them. This struggle is between the Mages, but is being fought for or against all living beings. We have our own struggle that reflects some of the Mages Ascension War. We fight to stave of the apocalypse, the end of all life. Our battle is with and for the trinity. Gaia is the mother of all and her first children are the Wild, the Weaver and the Wyrm. The wild is life is all its varying forms from mortal to Garou to Mage. The Weaver is the domain of constructs and the artificial. The Wyrm is darkness and strife, death and evil. All of these Aspects create and destroy and balance must be maintained in order to stave off the coming end.” She looked thoughtful, “Now for a question of my own. Why do you need this information?”
“I intend to create a Node instead of finding one.” Marcus’s jaw dropped and he stared at me wide eyed, the kind of look one gives when you offer up a truly bad idea. Seeing his expression, Sindee turned to look at me with concern in her features. Kyra just stared at her grandmother who sat there waiting for me to continue, so I did, “What I am planning is possible and has been attempted before. I have been told of three of these attempts. Two of these failed and the success was not total. I am planning to create a ritual as well as gather some things that may help me in succeeding. Why I asked you to meet in twofold to begin. Would you and your pack like to help care for this node and the land around it with the requirement of sharing it with Mages in the even I am successful? If not could you recommend a pack for me to approach with the same offer? The second thing I need to ask is if you will aid me in the ritual?”
Talia sat quietly eating, taking her time to decide how best to answer I suppose. The five of us sat there eating a wonderful meal waiting for her answer. “If I agree with this plan of yours, I’ll need to take it to the pack to see if they’ll agree to share it with a Mage and your allies. I may choose on my own to help you with it either way, but I must ask what you need from me?”
I stayed with the direct approach as thus far with Talia and Arthur it has worked for me, “In the ritual I’m planning I want to properly represent as many if not all of the supernatural races and power types, tying the fabric of reality and those together. I believe this will increase my likelihood of success and well as make a more powerful node as all of the world’s people will be represented. I’m not going to lie to you. If the spell goes wrong; or even if it goes right I may be out of the picture for some time or even permanently. In either case my properties including the land where the node will be crated fall to Sindee and her training to Marcus. If I am simply incapacitated they will be given custodial rights, in the event of my death it goes to Sindee with the exceptions of what I detailed with my lawyer for my will. My lawyer is awakened and has instruction regarding the Node and Land based on both contingencies. Now as I’ve pretty much dropped a bomb on all of you, I’m going to take my fiancé, play a song on the jukebox and dance with her while we talk about all I just said.” I took Sindee by the hand an led her over to the jukebox.
“Andrew, are you positive you need to do this? I mean we just found each other so recently and I don’t want to lose what we have.” There were tears in her eyes as she spoke, but they hadn’t started falling. It broke my heart seeing her like that.
I leaned down and kissed her, warped my arms around her pulling her against me. “It has to be done and I’m the one who came up with the plan so I have to do it. I have more incentive than anyone else to succeed as well because I have you and you have my heart.” We just stood there wrapped in each other’s arms while Talia, Kyra and Marcus talked at the table. “I’m not a hero Sindee and I’m not trying to be. I’m doing what needs to be done because I can do it and no one else is.”
“I know, it’s one of the reasons that I fell in love with you from the start. I read the intake report and got a copy of the police report to find out what happened to you when you weren’t waking up. Your brother’s and you own statement to the police said that you were injured defending your mother and father from the person who attacked you. It said that you risked your life to save them and that makes you who you are. No matter what you say nor what others tell you, you are a hero precisely because of the choices you make. I may not like the possible results but I would hate for you to change and lose that part of yourself. Do what needs to be done and come back to me.”
“There is something you missed in what I said. I want all of you there to help me, you more than anyone else. I want you by my side as my wife and partner in all things. You are yourself a mage, with all the power and responsibility that comes with that. You are far more powerful than me with Life magick. When you awakened it was probably the second greatest thing that has ever happened in my life. Meeting you and coming back together here in Las Vegas was the greatest.” We danced slowly to a couple of songs on the jukebox before returning to the table to see where the conversation was headed there.
I pulled my chair out to sit when I looked more closely at the table. It was about eight feet across, large for a bar room table. It was divided into a dozen edged panels of hardwoods alternating between a dark and a blonde wood. His seat faced the front door with the back directly towards the bar. It struck me as an odd design for a bar, though as he used it for conferences and to meet people who came into the place the size made some sense. “So, do you have any more questions for me?” I asked those gathered at the table.
Talia spoke up first, “I have one. When do you plan to do this and how soon would you need my answer?”
“In about five weeks or so, and I would need your answer as soon as possible in the event I need to search for a different pack to work this spell with. Marcus, do you have anything to add or ask?”
“I’m sure you’ve already been asked if you’re insane and know the possible ramifications of such an action so I have a request. Let me do it for you, explain the spell and ritual so that I can do it.” Kyra looked at him with a worries expression and I knew then that she had fallen for him and I already knew he was in love with her.
“Marcus, as much as I appreciate the offer, you know that I need to be the one to do this as this ritual is one I am creating. Your willingness to offer is more than enough for me. Any other questions?”
“Why do you feel that you need to do this?” inquired Marcus.
“I had a vision in a dream about a possible future in the Ascension War. In this vision, the city was dead and deserted and I fought a powerful Nephandi. I think it was less a vision and more of an attack via time, correspondence and mind by the Nephandi because I woke in this reality with electrical burns and other injuries I received in the fight. It falls to me to stand between this being and the city, my friends and those I love.”
Kyra spoke up at that, “Grandmother, even if the pack refuses to aid him, I will leave the pack to start a new one and aid them. They are more than worthy of the support of a Pack. Andrew’s intent is to defend all the denizens of the city and surrounding area, accepting that it may cost him everything without blinking. He has earned the support I offer him.”
I was pleased and humbled by Kyra’s words after Sindee’s earlier statement. When Talia spoke up I was overwhelmed, “You speak the truth young one and no matter what the rest of the pack decides I will support him as you have chosen to do so. If the pack chooses against this course of action, I’m coming with you and I’ll being any that wish to follow. The pack will need to find someone to replace me.”
“I haven’t the words to describe how much what each of you said means to me. Thank you isn’t enough but it’s all I have for the moment.” I couldn’t speak another word after that.
The rest of our evening passed quickly, we drank, danced and just had fun for the night because we were planning for a war starting tomorrow. Sindee and I were as inseparable as always, as were Kyra and Marcus. Talia spent most of the night speaking with George for most of the night whenever he had a few minute. It was dawn before any of us left and we stopped for breakfast on the way to our respective homes. Talia stayed behind to continue her conversation with the gigantic werewolf.
We met every week at the existence so I could get the information I needed from Arthur as well as catch each other up on what we knew was going on in the war. Arthur was able to procure for me many representations of the different supernatural members of society. Kyra and Talia did wind up leaving their old pack to start another. The split they say was amicable and the two packs would ally and work together, but that the original pack saw the Ascension War as something for mortals and Mages and believed that they weren’t involved in it. I can’t abide willful blindness to the truth but I won’t condemn anyone for it either. Talia said that she would move near the Node once we created it and Kyra was already living in the city so the living arrangements were going to be easy to make. A few members of the pack did follow Talia and Kyra, mostly younger students like her.
When the house was completed and ready to move in I collected the keys. We weren’t going to move into the house until after the node was completed and we had it furnished. Sindee was packing her clothes and personal Items, and the beds into storage. She was going to rent the house out to Natalie to save her some money and since she trusted her to keep the house in good condition.
The days passed quickly and on the last weekend before I intended to cast the ritual Arthur surprised me by coming to the building site I had chosen with most of the supplies he had been gathering. He told me there were three more items that he would bring with him to the casting and would act as a battery and stabilizer for the energy flow of the spell I was about to perform. What he was offering was a compliment and great responsibility. While he was acting as a flow conduit, I would be shaping the spell. In the end, whatever happened to me he would also suffer as a part of the spell. To perform the task he was offering our minds would be linked and he would be as susceptible to everything that I was as the Mage casting the spell. If things went bad he would suffer the dangers as well.
The day had finally come to create a Node. I had spent the entire night in meditation open to the flow of Magick, infusing every cell of my body with stored potential to create and alter all that exist. You feel like a true god when you have that much power within, and this is where most Magi fall to hubris. I knew I wasn’t god and rooted that firmly in my mind to keep pride out of my way in this casting. I wrote the symbols of all the spheres around the sanctum, I sank the etchings into the surface using matter magick. I placed each representation of the supernatural races around the spot in a close circle leaving the North, South and center positions open for the three items that Arthur was bringing.
The group gathered that evening, Arthur even closed the Existence and brought the core members of his staff to aid in what was happening. They all spread around the room, where the item representing their race or faction was placed they stood. Arthur entered the circle with me with a few items in his hands. In the North position he places a small black ball of crystal, perfectly smooth that had an oily evil sense to it. He said that it was Black 13, the most dangerous glass of the Wizards Rainbow. The item he placed at the South position was the sword that I had seen Sam wearing in the Existence that first night, this was a powerful weapon and some form of talisman. Not powered by Magick but by another source, the blood magic of vampires I believe. The last item was in a case when Arthur set it down to open it. I felt nothing special from it until the case was opened, the Magick and Spiritual energies poured from the case were like a sensory overload. Arthur withdrew the sword inside and held it before him, pointing skyward. This was not just a Talisman but one of the few Wonders of our world, created by a combination of Magick and Legend granted power by belief and epic tales. It was a one of a kind item that will never again be duplicated. Arthur turned it point downward and drove the blade into the floor. The was no sound of metal striking ground, just the sound of blade slicing through clean until it was buried to the cross guard. I reached out to each mind surrounding me and brought it into the spell, giving them just pieces of the overall to hold on to. I took my time to shape the spell and set firmly what I wanted to have happen in the end. I had to weave all the spheres into this to ensure that the Magick flowed easily here. I kept working the image and spell in my head as Arthur flowed more energy to me through the link between us. It was hours before I was ready to cast the final portion of the spell and bind the planes together here creating the Node. I gather all the power I had stored in my own cells and wrapped into it the flow coming from Arthur. I drove the energy through the nine sphered braiding the stands together in my mind, forcing the energy into the ground and across the planes. I twisted the Magick into the fabric of the Tellurian mentally knotting the planes together and released the Magick into it. I felt the power flowing through me in a strength I didn’t know was possible, it felt magma in my veins and silk across my skin at the same time. There was a bright glow in the room and then total darkness and silence around me……………
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The madam replies, “The Monica Lewinsky! Oh, that’s where you get a blow job now and get screwed later.”
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Ella spent almost every day for the next few weeks talking to Ben. They told each other everything about themselves and were dangerously close to becoming more than friends.
Eventually, having to get on the computer to talk to each other was too much of a hassle, and they were both spending way too much time hiding in their rooms.
Ella’s mom had gotten her a cell phone with an unlimited texting plan, and Ella assumed she’d never use it. But when Ben asked for her phone number so they could text each other, she realized it was a very good present from her mom.
After this, they just began talking more.
Ben was 19 as well, but he was in his sophomore year of college at the University of Illinois. He had lived in Illinois with his family his whole life. He had two sisters, and he had a brother, but he died the year before. Ben would hardly talk to anyone about losing his brother, but talking to Ella about it made him feel better. She was the only person who didn’t make him feel ridiculous for still being sad.
Ben was majoring in psychology; he wanted to be a psychiatrist. Ella often talked to him about her relationship with her mother. She still wasn’t sure how much she wanted Jenna in her life, even though she was putting herself in a pretty permanent position.
Ella couldn’t convince herself to forgive her mom. What she had done to Ella wasn’t fair. She lost most of her life as a kid, and had to grow up way too fast.
Although Ella was very grateful for her mom sending her to college, and buying her a phone, and providing her and Abby with a house that Ella didn’t have to constantly be working to pay off, she was still hesitant about her.
What if she decided to leave a week before Ella was supposed to leave for college? What if she changed her mind and decided not to spend thousands of dollars on Ella’s education?
With Jenna, Ella never knew what to expect. She didn’t expect to come home one day three years ago to a note saying that Jenna was just gone. She didn’t expect her to show up randomly like she did a few months before. Ella most definitely didn’t expect that her mother applied her to the college of her dreams, and the offered to pay for her four years there.
So far, Jenna hadn’t done anything to make Ella doubt her. She was keeping up with the bills, all on her own. She was going to work every day, and cooking dinner every night. She took care of Abby, and she did everything a mother was supposed to. She and Jimmy were trying to make this the perfect family, and they were doing a pretty good job. But Ella was just scared that something could go wrong, or just change suddenly.
Talking to Ben about this helped; he made her see that Jenna was really making an effort, and Ella should try to meet her halfway. It was obvious that he was right, but Ella was still hesitant. She was doing as best as she could, she just needed time.
It was July 5th. Ella was counting down the days until she left for college; 52 more days. She and Ben were getting more and more serious. That day, July 5th, something changed.
Ella couldn’t deny that she had feelings for Ben. But she didn’t know what to do about those feelings. Ben didn’t know who she really was. He didn’t know that she was a year younger than she had said. He didn’t know that she didn’t live in Florida. He didn’t know that she didn’t go to school there, and that she hadn’t even started college yet.
Sometimes, she considered just cutting off all ties from him. She had almost done it a few times; she could just delete his phone number and change hers. It would be that simple.
But for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She knew that she owed him more than that, and she didn’t think she would be okay without talking to him every day.
Before Ella could do anything about it, Ben took the matter of their relationship into his own hands. It came out of nowhere and Ella was not expecting it at all. They were talking about something completely irrelevant when he said it.
Ben: I have to tell you something.
Ella’s stomach clenched. The first thing she thought was that he knew. He knew she lied and he hated her. She tried to brace herself for him saying this.
Ella: Okay… what is it?
Ben: I like you…
Ella let out a deep breath as she read this. He didn’t know… and he liked her? What was she supposed to do now? Could she date him? If it didn’t go anywhere, it would save her the humiliation of telling him the truth, even though he deserved it. But what if it did go somewhere? He would eventually want more from her, and she wouldn’t be able to give it to him. She couldn’t give him a picture of herself. She wouldn’t be able to talk on the phone to him, or Skype him, or ever meet him face to face. But it would be really hard to tell him that she didn’t like him, even though she did.
Ella: I like you, too…
She didn’t know if this was the best thing to do, but she couldn’t deny that her feelings for him were too strong to let him slip through her hands.
After this, their relationship changed. They weren’t exactly dating, but the way they talked to each other was different, almost like they were dating. But eventually, Ella realized she was right, and that Ben would want more.
There was now only 24 days until she left for college, it was August 3rd. Ben was starting to get curious, and Ella could tell that they didn’t have much time left together. She had decided that she was going to tell him the truth. She didn’t know when, and she didn’t know what she would say; only that she had to do it. She owed to him to be honest, even though she knew that that would be the end of them.
She wasn’t planning on doing it then, but one day, the guilt got to be too much for her. Ella was almost in tears just thinking about what she was doing to him. She was leading him on, and making him believe that they were going somewhere, when he didn’t even know the basic things about her. She told him that she had to tell him something, and that she was really scared to say it. He got really worried and had to practically beg her to say it. He had no idea what it would be, and she was acting really strange.
Ella: I hate that I have to tell you this. I wish I had never done it, but I did, and now I have to deal with it. I lied. I lied about where I live, how old I am, and what I look like. I never thought that our relationship was going anywhere, and I thought my life was so boring that I just made stuff up. But now the problem is that I’m falling in love with you. I know I’ve led you on, and lied to you about such stupid things. And I know that you most likely won’t want to speak to me after this, but I just thought I owed you the truth so that you can just forget about me and move on.
For the next few hours, they argued back and forth about this. It turned out that Ben had lied too, but only about his age. He wasn’t in his sophomore year of college; he was actually just about to start college, just like Ella. But that was all he lied about; everything else was the truth.
Ella told him the absolute truth about everything. She didn’t leave anything out.
He was really angry at first, but he eventually calmed down. He told her that he was really upset that she didn’t trust him enough to say who she really was. And her saying that she didn’t think their relationship was going anywhere is what hurt him the most.
After a while, he told her that he could forgive her if she promised to never lie to him again. Ella was so happy, she was in tears. She couldn’t believe that they were okay; he still wanted her. She was so sure that this was the end, and she was going to lose him forever. He told her the reason why he forgave her was because he had lied too, so it wasn’t fair if she forgave him, but he didn’t forgive her.
And also, because he was falling in love with her too.
So, their relationship changed, yet again. They were closer than before, because now they weren’t constantly feeling bad about lying to the other.
Now that Ella actually saw them being together as a real possibility, she wanted more. She wanted to talk on the phone, and Skype but she wanted nothing more than to see him face to face.
On August 16th, when there were only 11 days left, Ella realized something. She had gotten so caught up in making up with him that she didn’t bother sending him a picture of what she really looked like. She was very nervous; Ella didn’t understand how beautiful she was. She thought that if she wasn’t blonde and a cheerleader, boys wouldn’t like her.
When she sent it, she had tons of butterflies in her tummy, and she was terrified that Ben wouldn’t think she was pretty.
She was wrong.
When Ben saw her picture, he couldn’t believe how beautiful she was, and that she would want to hide it by pretending she was blonde. He had never particularly liked blondes, but hadn’t ever thought a redhead could be so gorgeous.
He sent her a picture of himself, too. He was very nervous sending it, even though he knew he was a good-looking guy,
Ella was surprised by how he responded to her picture; telling her that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was even more surprised by his picture. She knew he had dark hair, but that was pretty much all she knew about his looks.
His picture showed just from his shoulders up, which Ella was thankful for. It’s not that she didn’t appreciate a guy with a nice body, just that it was annoying when the only picture a guy would take was one where they were standing in front of the mirror with their shirt off, scowling.
In his picture, he wasn’t smiling, but looking off into the distance, like he didn’t even know someone was taking a picture of him. He had dark brown hair that was somewhat long and curly. His skin was tanned, and he wore a light blue shirt, which just made it look tanner. She could see a necklace around his neck; a dog tag. Ella remembered him telling her about that, the one he and his brother had matching ones of, and after his brother died, he rarely took it off.
The thing that stood out most to Ella in the picture was his eyes. They were a deep green color, similar to hers. But against framed by his dark skin and hair, they stood out so brightly, and Ella could hardly look away from them.
Ella considered this a milestone, and she was happy to pass it. The next one was talking to him on the phone, which wasn’t nearly as scary as she expected it would be when it happened.
They were talking one day, just like normal, when Ella decided to take the next step.
Ella: I wish I could hear your voice…
She said this, hoping that he would catch on and feel the same way. He did.
Ben: Why can’t you?
Ella didn’t know what to say, but a few minutes later, her phone was ringing. She hesitantly answered it, but let out a deep, relieved breath when she heard, “Hi, beautiful.”
His voice was deep, and she found it extremely sexy. She hoped her own voice didn’t shake too much as they spoke.
After they hung up, she checked that off of her imaginary milestone checklist as well.
Another time, when they were talking, Ben did another thing that she wasn’t expecting.
“I wish I could kiss you…” He said, and she bit her lip. Just the thought made her tummy flutter.
“So do I… I can’t wait until you can,” She replied.
“Mm, me too. I can’t wait to feel your soft lips against mine as I hold you close against my body…” Ella was close to tears. She didn’t want to wait. She could hardly stand the anticipation.
“Yeah…” She said, hearing her voice break just slightly as she spoke. She hoped he didn’t hear it, but he did.
“Ella? What’s wrong? What did I say?”
“Nothing… It’s just that I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to see you, and kiss you and hug you. I want to hold your hand. I just want you to be mine.” She tried to steady her voice, not wanting him to hear her cry.
“Ella, I’m already yours. There’s no one that can make me feel the way you do. I want to see you too, and I’m so sorry it makes you sad that I can’t be there right now.”
Ella took a deep breath. “I’m yours, too Ben. I love you…”
“I love you, too Ella.”
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Found the ending of the introductory entry of this series. I had written them years ago. I have two more stories of this series written. Back to working on a 3rd. If you like, let me know. I’ll post the rest.
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What could I do between high school and college for a fun summer
A story about my life as a freshman in College…NO JOKE!
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Thirteen: Hooters Galore!
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Thirteen Summary: Luna lends her hand to the Hunt!
With a bounce in his step and a smile like he was the kneazle who ate the fairy, Ron joined Harry and Hermione for breakfast in the kitchen the next morning. Normally, the three friends would’ve had their morning meal in the Great Hall, but the House-Elves were still out spreading the word that the Great One had arrived. So the trio was forced to prepare their own meals.
Harry was loathed to admit it, but Ron was positively glowing (he was loathed to admit it because one bloke never describes another as “positively glowing” – well the Creevey brothers might, but not Harry).
“I hope you don’t mind,” Ron began while he shoveled great piles of food onto his plate, “but I invited Luna over for breakfast.”
“That’s wonderful,” Hermione cheered. Harry could tell by the look on her face that his girlfriend was overjoyed because her plan had worked. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a smile that threatened to split her face open. Harry couldn’t help but to feel happy for his best mate as well.
“I told her how to enter the kitchen, so she knows where to find us,” Ron stated. “Anyway, I had the strangest dream last night.”
“Was it about Luna?” asked Hermione. Harry knew she was hoping to hear some romantic story about Ron and Luna, even if it was a dream.
“No,” Ron smiled even more when Luna’s name was mentioned. “Harry and I were playing chess in the Common Room, and you were cheering us on,” he said to Hermione.
“Well, what’s strange about that?” asked Hermione.
“The strange part was that you were really loud,” informed Ron. “You kept screaming ‘Yes, Harry that’s it!’ and ‘Sweet baby //Maeve//!’ And every once in a while you’d kick out your legs and knock something over and then say ‘Yes!’ It was weird.”
Harry nearly choked on his food as he heard Ron’s tale. Harry could tell that Hermione wanted to run away and hide. Apparently, even though Ron had been dead asleep, he still heard Hermione’s cries of passion when Harry had done his best to return the pleasure Hermione had given him before Ron returned from his date. Luckily, Ron had just thought it was part of his dream and didn’t realize that Harry was using his Parselmouth and love-based magic to make Hermione a very happy and satisfied witch.
“So tell us about the date,” Hermione said with a hint of hope in her voice. Harry reckoned that she hoped that Ron would drop the discussion of his dream.
“We realized it was a fake Lust Potion after…” Ron began, and his face lit up even more. “After we… you know. Anyway, I guess I need to thank for tricking me like that. If I hadn’t thought you’d dosed me, I probably would’ve done something rash.”
Harry wondered what Ron considered rash; apparently getting a hand-job in a pub from a girl he was set up on a blind date, after only saying hello to no less than two minutes before, wasn’t an action Ron considered /’rash’/.
“So, as I was saying, after you two left, Luna and me, we started talking. She doesn’t know much about Quidditch, but she says she’d like to learn,” Ron stated as he continued to recap his date. “And she listens, I mean, really listens. I’m not stupid; I know that I say some pretty dumb things. Sometimes, I just can’t find the right words, or I get frustrated and I say things I don’t really mean. But Luna just sat there and listened to me. It was as if she knew what I was saying when I didn’t even know how to put it into words. After a few minutes, she was actually finishing my sentences for me; do you know what I mean?”
“Yeah, we know…” began Harry.
“…how that feels,” concluded Hermione.
With a smile, Ron went back to happily shoveling copious amounts of food into his mouth. But Harry realized that Ron’s recollection of his date was a little lacking; it didn’t explain his state when he walked in on Harry and Hermione the night before. Ron was utterly exhausted, and his clothes were a tattered mess. According to his story, after he received the public hand-job, he and Luna talked. As Harry knew, hand-jobs were nice, but they usually didn’t leave one exhausted. And it definitely didn’t cause one to get their robes all torn up. So Harry figured that something else must have happened to Ron, perhaps after the date ended. Maybe he wasn’t paying attention while he was lost in his happiness over the date, and tripped down some stairs.
Before Harry could inquire as to what happened, footfalls drew the three friends’ attention to the entrance of the kitchen. From the open doorway, a very happy looking Luna Lovegood strolled in. The first thing Harry noticed was her cute smile and the glow in her cheeks. The second thing he noticed was that she was walking funny, as if she was in some discomfort. He wondered briefly if she had fallen like Ron might have.
Hermione, on the other hand, lost her happy and proud look. It was replaced by anger, and it was directed at Ron. Harry was taken back at Hermione’s sudden change in demeanor and was about to ask her what was wrong when she hissed across the table at their red-haired friend. “Ron. What. Did. You. Do?”
Ron hung his head in a mixture of shame, embarrassment, pride, and happiness but remained silent. Luna took her place next to Ron, but Harry saw that she was sitting a little funny. She seemed to place all of her weight on the side of her hip; Harry thought that couldn’t be comfortable for her.
“Luna, are you okay?” Harry asked with concern before taking a bit of food.
“Harry, I’ll explain-” Hermione began, but Luna interrupted her.
“I’m a little sore because Ronald made me a woman last night,” the blonde witch informed them. Harry did, in fact, choke on his food this time. While Hermione was trying to help Harry breathe by slapping him on the back, Luna explained further. “After he came in my hand, we talked for a while. Then Ronald tossed me on the table and plowed my virgin fertile fields.”
Finally, Harry was able to dislodge the bit of food that was blocking his airway and took a huge gulp of air.
“But, wait,” Harry started. “Ron, you said that you’d figured that out it was a fake Lust Potion after the…” Harry paused, hesitant to say the name of that particular – and extremely fun – activity in front of Luna simply out of embarrassment.
“You mean, after he came in my hand?” Luna asked and Harry blushed. “Harry, it’s called a hand-job. I’m surprised you didn’t know.” Harry gaped at her like a fish out of water as she turned her attention to Hermione. “It’s a wonderfully easy way to please a wizard. I can give you some tips on how to do it if you’d like, Hermione.” As Harry continued to gape at Luna, Hermione stared bug-eyed at the blonde witch. “First, you have to lubricate your hand; you own saliva will do nicely. Then you just squeeze – but not too hard though – and pump. It’s fairly easy. I have to warn you though, the ejaculate gets all over,” Luna paused once more and her smile got even brighter as she turned to Ron. “It was so warm and sticky… I just couldn’t help but to lick-”
“But that doesn’t explain why you two had sex!” Hermione interrupted to which Harry was grateful. He was glad that Ron and Luna had connected (though he was a little shocked to see that they had connected in that manner) but he didn’t want intimate details.
“Hermione, I’m so surprised by you,” Luna replied patiently. “That’s the problem with some intelligent people; very smart when it comes to books, but a little slow in other areas.” Luna began to speak slowly, as if she were speaking to a child, “Sometimes when a Hippogriff meets a Unicorn-”
“We were just caught up in the moment,” Ron put in.
“Yes, we were caught up in the moment three times before Tom threw us out of the Leaky Cauldron,” Luna clarified.
It was as if both Harry and Hermione’s jaws had hit the table. Three times! Ron had shagged Luna three times! Including the hand-job, that meant that Ron had cummed four times!
Hermione looked at Harry and her eyes clearly asked,/ “Can you cum four times?”/
/Harry responded with his eyes, “Not in a row.”/
/ /”Then we were caught up in the moment again in the alley behind the Leaky Cauldron,” continued Luna.
“And then there was the time outside the twins’ shop,” added Ron.
“No wonder you’re sore,” Hermione muttered. Harry looked at his friend in shock and awe. Six times… one after the other. No wonder he was almost comatose when he walked into their dorm room last night. Along with the sense of awe, Harry’s confidence was knocked down just a little. He realized, at best, he could do it twice, and then only if he was really riled up. And here Ron could do it six times!
“To be honest, each time was what I’d call /’short and sweet,’/” Luna confessed. A bit of Harry’s confidence returned – of course it was at the cost of Ron’s self-esteem. The red-haired teen looked like he had just been hit across the face.
“But of course it doesn’t really matter now that I think about it,” Luna cooed while caressing Ron’s cheek. “I mean, we did have sex for nearly twenty consecutive minutes. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed.”
“Twenty minutes!” both Harry and Hermione screeched and Ron beamed at his own masculine prowess. Harry knew that he was lasting longer and longer each time he and Hermione were intimate, but twenty minutes! He was lucky if he had lasted five minutes the night before. Harry was equally jealous and impressed with Ron’s stamina and virility.
“I have to tell you something; witch to witch,” Luna said to Hermione. “When a man ejaculates in your pussy as much as Ronald did in mine, you’d better know a good Cleansing Charm.”
“This is all my fault,” Hermione wailed. “If I hadn’t tricked you two into thinking I gave you a Lust Potion, you could have talked a little and made a deep connection.”
“But we did talk and make a connection,” Ron countered.
“Yeah, they connected six times,” Harry mumbled. “In a row.”
“No you didn’t. You talked for all of fifteen minutes,” continued Hermione. “Then you shagged like a pack of… a pack of-”
“Peruvian Short-Tooth Love Monkeys?” offered Luna.
“Yes!” Hermione agreed – Harry knew that Hermione had no idea what Peruvian Short-Tooth Love Monkeys were or what their mating habits were like, but that she had agreed to Luna’s analogy just to move the conversation, or rather, the argument along. After a second, Hermione continued, “I had hoped you two would have a deep and meaningful relationship; that you’d talk for hours and hours. But you two spent the night shagging each others’ brains out.”
“But we did talk,” stated Luna.
“I know you did,” Hermione said with a touch of disappointment in her voice. Harry knew that she was only a little disappointed with Ron and Luna’s actions; most of the frustration that Hermione was feeling was with herself. Harry knew that his girlfriend was berating herself for not coming up with a better plan. “But you only talked for a short while, then you two had sex on one of the tables in the Leaky Cauldron.”
“But we talked during that time as well,” Luna said.
“What?” both Harry and Hermione blurted out.
“It’s amazing what one will say in between thrusts,” Luna stated dreamily. “I feel like I know Ronald completely.” Luna turned to her boyfriend, and looked as if she was lost in his eyes. “His favorite color is orange.”
“Luna’s is lilac,” Ron said as he too became lost in his girlfriend’s eyes. “I didn’t even know it was a color; I thought that it was just a flower.”
“Ronald’s afraid of spiders,” Luna continued.
“So is Luna,” added Ron.
“His dream is to coach Quidditch.”
“Her dream is to prove to the world that Snorkacks really do exist.”
“The three of you are hunting You Know Who’s Horcruxes.”
Harry’s heart stopped beating for two whole seconds. He could feel Hermione tense up next to him.
“She’s so creative with vegetables,” added Ron, oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend just admitted that he had told her a very big secret.
“Ronald likes the smell of coffee,” Luna continued. “But he doesn’t like the taste.”
“You told her?” moaned Hermione while Harry just looked at Ron dumbstruck.
“Why not?” Ron questioned. “I don’t like coffee.”
“No, you prat,” Harry chided. “You told her about the Horcruxes.”
“I did?” Ron asked himself more than anyone else.
“Yes, you did,” Luna replied. “It was when we were outside your brothers’ shop. You remember, it was when you missed your target.”
“Oh, yeah,” Ron said sheepishly.
“Don’t worry Ronald, they are fairly close together now that I think about it,” Luna consoled her boyfriend with a tender caress of his cheek. “It’s completely understandable that you missed in the heat of the moment.”
“Luna you’re not supposed to know about it,” Hermione said.
“Why shouldn’t I?” Luna asked, completely befuddled. “I do know for a fact that Ronald missed.”
“No, not that,” Hermione explained. “You’re not supposed to know about Voldemort’s Horcruxes.”
“Yeah, you can get in trouble,” added Harry. “If Voldemort or his followers know that you know something, they will try to make you talk.”
“Harry, you know as well as anybody, most people simply assume I’m insane,” Luna put in. “Even if I did get caught, no one would bother to listen to me. Besides, I think I can help you. And I want to help any way I can.”
Pausing, Harry thought on what Luna said. He already knew that she was trustworthy, dependable, and intelligent. She had proven her loyalty and bravery when she joined them to invade the Department of Mysteries. Harry decided that he believed that she could indeed help with their hunt for the Horcruxes. He turned to his girlfriend and with a simple nod of his head, told Hermione that he thought that the notion of Luna joining their group was a good idea.
“Alright, you’re in,” announced Hermione.
“Thank you,” Luna beamed.
The two couples ate in silence for a moment before Hermione’s curiosity got the better of her.
“Luna, you said that Ron told you about the Horcruxes when he missed his target. What did you mean by that?” Hermione asked.
“After pulling back too far, Ronald tried to reenter me, but he missed his target,” explained Luna. Both Harry and Hermione were a little confused while Ron was blushing madly. “It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but Ronald seemed to be enjoying himself immensely so I just relaxed. I’m just glad that Ronald’s penis was well lubricated by our juices from the pervious times he plowed my fertile fields, otherwise it probably would’ve been unbearable, if you know what I mean.”
Harry gulped as Luna’s tail… err… tale became clear while Hermione muttered once more; “No wonder you’re sore.”
Thankfully, any further revelations of Luna and Ron’s incredibly successful first date were quelled when a hyper-active miniature owl zoomed into view. Harry realized that the bird must have found its way into the kitchen by flying down one of the unused chimneys.
“Pig,” stated Ron as he tried to catch his pet. “Mum must’ve sent a note.”
Pigwidgeon zipped past Ron and made a spectacular dive right into the front of Luna’s robes. The blonde witch giggled and thrashed about as if she was being tickled by dozens of feathers – which in fact, she was. By the looks of it, Pigwidgeon was flitting about her overly large breasts, because Luna was involuntarily squeezing her boobs against each other by bringing her arms together, jiggling her mounds this way and that, while giggling uproariously. In other words, she was giving Ron and Harry quite a show; even Hermione seemed intrigued – though not as intrigued as the boys. After a very entertaining minute, Luna stilled and said with a glow in her cheeks; “I think he’s asleep.”
To prove her point, Luna pulled down the front her robes to reveal the small owl resting right in the valley of her cleavage. Pigwidgeon was hooting softly and rhythmically as if he was snoring peacefully. Harry doubted that the hyper owl had gotten tired, more than likely, Pig just really liked Luna’s boobs and had decided to use them as pillows to sleep on.
“Ronald, aren’t you going to get your post?” Luna asked.
“W-w-what post?” asked Ron as he stared dumbly at Luna’s breasts. Harry imagined that Ron had a bit a drool hanging from his mouth at the time. Harry had to imagine because he too was staring at Luna’s cleavage as well.
“The post on your owl,” clarified Luna.
“W-w-what owl?” asked a distracted Ron.
“They’re huge,” Harry heard Hermione mutter. Apparently, she was just as enthralled as he was.
“The owl between my titties,” Luna further pointed out.
“Oh,” mutter Ron, and reached for his sleeping owl. On the first attempt, Ron completely missed the owl and wedged his hand in Luna’s cleavage. He made no effort to remove his hand and left it there for a good ten seconds before he muttered, “Sorry ’bout that,” in an insincere tone. Luna giggled – and jiggled – as Ron removed his hand and tried to grab his owl. Again Ron missed his target and wedged his hand in-between her boobs – and again, Luna giggled. Harry wondered if Ron’s actions were accidental or intentional. The third time Ron “missed” Pig, Harry’s suspicion was confirmed.
“Um, Luna,” began Hermione. Harry saw out of the corner of his eye that Hermione was looking directly at Luna’s chest. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but where the hell did those come from?” she asked and pointed a finger at Luna’s orbs.
“Puberty,” Luna answered simply, while Ron uttered another/ “oops” /when he “missed” Pig again. In her traditional sing-song voice, Luna explained; “My mother was similarly endowed, and my father often told me how much it vexed her when people assumed that since she had large breasts, she couldn’t possibly be intelligent.” Luna continued to speak in a tone that conveyed the idea that it was an everyday occurrence to have Ron fondle her breasts in front of two people while a tiny owl slept in her cleavage. “Simply because my mother was blonde and had very large boobs, people thought that she was dim; which wasn’t the case at all. So to avoid the same problems that plagued my mother, I merely hid my size with various Glamour Charms once I started to develop.
“I wanted people to listen to what I say and not focus on my breast,” stated Luna… well at least Harry thought that is what she said. At that time, he was pretty much focused on her expansive cleavage. Yes, Harry did prefer Hermione’s boobs. But Harry was a man, and men tend to be entranced by any set of breasts; large or small. Boobs are boobs and men like them… a lot.
Luna cooed as she scooped the little owl out from its nesting area of her tits and plucked the post off of his leg. After she retrieved the scroll, she placed the sleeping bird back where she had picked him up. Pig appeared to snuggle into a more comfortable position in her cleavage.
“You can remove your hand now, Ronald,” Luna requested in her dreamy voice. “But mind that you don’t bother Pigwidgeon, he’s sleeping.”
Ron dejectedly slid his hand out from his new girlfriend’s cleavage and Luna unrolled the scroll and began to read aloud.
“Dearest Ron,
Your sister and I have had a few… conversations over the past few days and I have finally made her see the errors of her actions. Normally, her behavior would merit stern punishment, but her sixteenth birthday is near. And after all, a witch only has one sixteenth birthday.
Thankfully, I’ve been able to convince your sister to grow up and accept that Harry has moved on. More importantly, she has come to realize that her behavior and actions were unacceptable. To this end, Ginny has given me an Unbreakable Vow stating that she will not make any more advances on Harry or try to disrupt his current relationship. Would you please extend an invitation to Harry and Hermione to come to Ginny’s birthday party? All the family as well as a number of friends will be here.
Sadly, neither Remus nor Tonks will be able to attend. Tonks will be on patrol and unfortunately, Ginny’s birthday falls on a full moon this year.
I hope to see you and your friends on the eleventh.
Love
Mum
PS do buy your sister something nice, she’s had a rough few days.”
/ /”Luna, would you like to come?” Ron asked his girlfriend.
“Yes,” Luna smiled, “as often as possible, please.”
“How about you two?” Ron asked turning to Harry and Hermione (apparently Luna’s joke went over his head).
Harry was hesitant at the idea of attending Gin-Gin the Erection Killer’s birthday party. However, she had given her mother an Unbreakable Vow and if Ginny went against that Vow, she would die. Harry figured that he could get to spend some time with a family that he loved and Ginny would have to behave herself. If she didn’t, she’d die. So, either way, it looked like it was going to be a good day for him.
“We’d love to,” Hermione answered for the two of them. Harry wondered if Hermione had come to the same conclusion as he had.
“Fantastic,” Ron heralded. “Let me just send a note back to mum.”
Ron snatched Pig from his resting place between Luna’s boobs. The tiny owl hooted in protest as Ron scribbled a quick note and attached it to Pig’s leg. Before flying back up the chimney, Pigwidgeon looked forlornly at Luna’s immense breasts and hooted sadly.
“So, what do we do for the rest of the day?” Ron asked while blatantly looking down Luna’s top. It was obvious to everyone what Ron wanted to do for the rest of the day… perhaps in the nearest broom cupboard.
“We can discuss the Horcruxes,” Luna suggested and Ron’s shoulder’s slumped. “Maybe a fresh insight would help?”
“Actually, that’s a good idea,” admitted Hermione. She gave a naughty smile to Ron and added; “And it’s something you’ll enjoy, Ron.”
As the four friends made their way to the Gryffindor Common Room, Hermione told Luna and Ron about the han… the ritual that would locate hidden or missing items. Luna was genuinely intrigued by the ritual and how it worked, whereas Ron was honestly fascinated by the hand-job. When they got to Ron and Harry’s room, Hermione handed Luna the ‘special book.’
/ /Luna thumbed through “The Magic of Making Love” while Ron looked over her shoulder. The blonde witch paused at a familiar page in the book and asked; “Whose foot is that by her ear?”
“This is the greatest book…” Ron breathed. “Ever!”
“Remember, you’ll have to focus on the Horcruxes. We need to know where the missing one is,” explained Harry.
“We’ll leave the two of you to it,” Hermione said wickedly, and led Harry back to the Common Room.
As the couple re-entered the Common Room, a sudden thought occurred to Harry. Now that Ron was happily paired up with Luna, Harry and Hermione’s relationship could move on to the next step; they could have sex. It was going to happen; he was going to make love to Hermione.
Harry had thought that when this moment came up that he would be eager and willing. But now that it was going to happen, he felt rather nervous and light headed. His hands shook and sweat beads popped up all over his face. Normally, Harry’s moods never affected ‘Harry, Jr.’/. His penis was always up and willing even if Harry was in a bad or apprehensive mood. However, /’Harry, Jr.’ was apparently so nervous about the idea of getting to play inside of Hermione’s womanhood that the poor thing hiked up its overcoat over its head and hid.
It was odd; if someone were to have asked him the day before if he was ready to make love to Hermione, he would’ve shouted to the heavens an impassioned “YES!” But the idea of actually doing it frightened him somehow.
Hermione must have caught on to Harry’s discomfort – more than likely because she was still holding his hand and it was sweating like mad. She cupped his face in her hands and said, “Don’t worry. We’re not going to do the other ritual right now.”
“W-w-we’re not?” Harry asked nervously.
“I was waiting to see if Ron and Luna liked each other before I even started making the potion,” she explained. She then added in an undertone; “And boy, do they like each other.”
“How… how long until the potion is ready?” Harry asked with dread. He was afraid that Hermione was going to say something along the lines of “two minutes” and in that moment, Harry was not ready to lose his virginity.
“Seven days,” stated Hermione.
A wave of relief washed over Harry. He relaxed and smiled at his girlfriend. Of course ‘Harry, Jr.’ was still hiding.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t fool around,” Hermione said coyly.
‘Harry, Jr.’ threw off his overcoat and bounced into action.
“What did you have in mind?” Harry asked saucily.
“Well, I’ve only tasted you once to see if my experiment worked,” the naughty witch said as she rubbed herself against Harry’s rapidly hardening organ.
“How about while you’re doing your experiment, I give you a little…” Harry began and paused as he focused on an image of a snake in his mind. He finished by saying in Parseltongue; “… pleas-s-sure.”
He took Hermione’s hand and was about to lead her up to one of the other rooms when she pulled him back and pushed him onto the couch. “Wait, what about Luna and Ron? What if they walk in on us?”
“This coming from the bloke who ate me out right next to Ron last night,” she said playfully. “You weren’t so worried about Ron waking up and seeing us.”
“But that was different,” Harry argued weakly. “Ron was out cold; there was no way he was gonna wake up. And now Luna’s up there and neither one is asleep.”
“Harry, first they have to read how to do the ritual. Then they have to brew the potion,” Hermione began. “And judging by what those two did last night, they won’t be down for an hour. Once they’re done with that the ritual, they’ll probably be shagging like bunnies.”
“Hopefully, Ron’s aim has improved,” muttered Harry.
“Before we get started, let me clarify something,” Hermione slipped into her lecture mode. “You will not be doing that to me. To quote you: /’That’s a one-way exit on me, mister’/.” She finished her statement by slapping her own bottom.
“That’s fine by me,” agreed Harry.
While tenderly kissing his girlfriend, Harry began to slowly removed Hermione’s clothes as she removed his. Harry paused after lowering Hermione’s slacks. As he knelt in front of her, he stared directly into the eyes of “Hello Kitty.”
/ /”I like these so much,” Hermione said lustfully as she traced her fingers gently over the cartoon cat. “I had to ask Dobby to return them.”
“You’re such a naughty girl,” commented Harry as he saw that her knickers were damp.
“How naughty?” purred Hermione.
The raven-haired wizard had an idea as to how to show her how naughty she was. He turned his girlfriend around and guided her so that she was bent over the arm of the large couch. Hermione arched her back so that her round bum was shoved up into the air in anticipation. Harry caressed her bottom through the pink cotton of her “Hello Kitty” knickers before giving her a playful swat.
“Oh come on, I’ve been naughtier than that,” Hermione taunted.
A slap echoed off of the walls of the Common Room as Harry’s open palm smacked Hermione’s bottom.
“Ooh, that’s more like it,” Hermione moaned before biting her lower lip and sticking her bum out more for Harry.
Again, Harry slapped his girlfriend’s rear and Hermione groaned in pleasure. He entertained himself by watching her bum jiggle as he alternated slaps between her left and right cheek. After nearly a dozen hard spanks, Harry decided that it was enough.
Slowly, Harry removed Hermione’s special knickers. He was amazed at how red her bare flesh was. The heat coming off of her bum was intense as he marveled in the sensation. He massaged her tender and assaulted bottom causing Hermione to groan.
“Lick me now, Harry,” she growled throatily. Harry leaned down and pressed his mouth to her neither lips. Her wetness poured down his chin and her pleasant musky odor filled his nose. Harry unleashed his tongue and his magic into Hermione’s flower.
“Smack my bottom, Harry,” Hermione pleaded. As he continued to eat her out, Harry’s hand flew and smacked her arse. The brunette witch cried out and ground her moist lips against Harry’s talented mouth. “Again,” she implored, “do it again.”
Her bum jiggled against his face when he spanked her. Hermione cried out “Sweet baby Maeve!” as she orgasmed and erupted into Harry’s mouth. He lapped up her juices happily as she gushed over and over.
Harry stood over her proudly as she rolled over and sat up. Her body was flush and her eyes were dark with lust.
“Get out of those effing boxers right now!” she growled.
Harry couldn’t have possibly taken his undergarment off any faster. After he tossed his boxers aside, Hermione remove her bra and freed ‘Natasha’ and /’Carmella’/.
“Lay on the couch,” ordered Hermione. Harry quickly flopped down on the couch with ‘Harry, Jr.’ pointing straight up at the ceiling. Hermione crawled over him so that her flower was right over his eager lips.
What happened next was a game; one where each person would try to out-pleasure the other. Hermione slurped, sucked, bobbed, and hummed Harry’s special theme on his member, while Harry ravished her with his tongue, using both his Love and Parsletongue magics.
In a few minutes, Harry felt the pressure build up in his loins.
“Hermione… I’m gonna…” Harry began.
“Shut the hell up and get back to work!” Hermione commanded – at least that’s what Harry thought she said. ‘Harry, Jr.’ was still in her mouth when she spoke, so it sounded more like “Suphz du helth oot und githe tou wurt!” But Harry got the general idea.
With a grunt as a warning, Harry came. He buried his face into Hermione’s flowing flower as she gulped up his load. She continued to swallow and suck his penis even after he was finished cumming. With a slurping noise from Hermione, a limp ‘Harry, Jr.’ flopped out of her mouth.
“Yeah, it’s working,” Hermione commented. Whether she was commenting on her experiment to adjust the taste of Harry’s seed or if she was referencing his cunnilingus technique, Harry didn’t know.
Harry continued to work his magic on Hermione’s flower and in a short amount of time; he felt her begin to tense up. She sat up on his face – which gave Harry a wonderfully close-up view of her still red bum – and ground her hips into him. In the heat of the moment, she dug her nails into his chest which caused Harry to growl in a combination of pleasure and pain. Of course, he growled right into her pussy which sent her over the edge.
Hermione’s muscles locked up and she bucked on top of him. Harry clamped down on her legs and hung on as he continued to eat her out. He swallowed her juices as she howled. After she climaxed, Hermione slumped on top of her boyfriend.
However, Harry had no intention of stopping there. He licked, suckled and nibbled at Hermione’s petals and bud. Hermione panted heavily as she rose up to sit on Harry’s face again. She thrashed around and groaned; Harry could tell that she wouldn’t last much longer this time around.
“I’ve found them all,” a voice that definitely didn’t belong to Hermione announced.
Hermione tensed up again but Harry knew that it wasn’t the “Oh, God I cumming!” sort of tense. But rather it was the “Oh, God, somebody is standing right next to us!” tense.
“I said ‘I’ve found them’,” the voice repeated. Harry wasn’t able to see – because his girlfriend was frozen in fear as she sat on his face (which was quite nice) – but he could tell from the sing-song tone that it was Luna, and that she was standing very close to them.
“I’ve found them,” Luna repeated yet again. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
Harry could tell from her tone that Luna was waiting for some kind of response. Seeing that Hermione hadn’t moved or uttered a sound since Luna first spoke up; Harry answered.
“That’s great, Luna,” he stated flatly.
What Harry didn’t know was that he was still speaking in Parseltongue. And seeing that Hermione’s flower was still pressed up against his mouth, Harry used his magical language and spoke directly into Hermione’s womanhood.
“OH MERLIN!” screamed Hermione as she climaxed and flooded Harry’s mouth. “I’M CUMMING!”
Bucking wildly, Hermione uncontrollably fell off of Harry and crashed to the floor next to the couch. Hermione continued to spasm and moan, riding out her orgasm.
Finally able to see, Harry stared gob smacked at a very topless Luna standing no less than three feet from him. Even though he wasn’t wearing his glasses, Harry could see clearly enough to tell that the only thing Luna was wearing was a set of light purple panties… and a smile. Harry noted that her left eye appeared to be red and puffy. It would seem that Ron’s aim was just as bad as his.
“I’ve found every single one of them!” heralded Luna, as if it was perfectly normal to be standing nearly nude in front of a messy faced and naked Harry as an equally naked and thrashing Hermione as she continued to convulse through her orgasm on the ground. “I know where all of them are located!”
“That’s great,” Harry said. If this would have happened a few weeks ago, he would’ve been scrabbling to find something to cover his nakedness. But seeing that almost everyone he knew had seen him naked, he just lay there. He wondered idly if he was slowly turning into a nudist or exhibitionist. “So where’s the missing one?” he asked as a very gratified ‘Harry, Jr.’ slept in the open air.
“Oh, there’s so many more than just one,” Luna announced happily. “There’s a few dozen in Sweden.”
“D-d-d-dozens?” Hermione uttered as her orgasm finally subsided and she was able to sit up.
“Yes, in Sweden,” Luna said with a little bounce – a bounce which caused her huge tits to jiggle. “And scores more of them are in Spain; at least a hundred!”
“M-m-m-more?” Harry groaned. Voldemort had created over a hundred Horcruxes. Harry’s heart sank at the realization that the hunt for Voldemort’s Horcruxes was going to be a lot harder than he thought.
To Be Continued
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Part 2 of my first story. Please note this story is fiction and isn’t about sex itself directly. Rather, it’s about two people and what happens after they meet. Please be patient. Constructive critisicm and comments are welcome.
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This story follows mostly its main writer the only male of the story and thus shows alot of it from his perspective, this is based loosely on a true untold story.
This story started out to go into true stories, as I tried to elaborate on details for word count it took a mind of its own. Here is the loosely based on a true story start of a lot of fun
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Guy comes home from work to find his pet parrot has eaten all his supply of Viagra which had left on the sideboard. He is so annoyed with the parrot he stuffs it into the freezer to teach it a lesson.
After an hour he decides the parrot has been punished enough so he opens the freezer to let him out. To his great surprise the parrot instead of being very cold is sweating his bollocks off, “why are you sweating so much?” he asks.
The parrot replies ” you would be too if you ever try getting the legs of a frozen chicken apart”
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