Harry awoke to a slick warmth around his cock. It was far from the first time that night, three times before he'd stirred to wakefulness to find Natasha straddling him, her hips pumping up and down. She'd never lost the passion of a starved woman, fucking him with a frenetic energy. No matter how many times she came, she always came back for more, and her body remained hair trigger. Each time, she'd lasted under a minute during the first round, though she avoided cumming on the first thrust again. She had moaned in his ear how much she missed him, how she'd woken up, felt him next to her and couldn't resist, how good his cock felt inside her, and how she was about to cum.
This time was different. This time Harry saw the blurry shape of her head- her hair cascading over his thighs. The slick warmth that he'd felt were her lips around his cockhead. He fumbled for his glasses, and her eyes flicked up to his, radiating a potent mixture of love, lust, and adoration. Harry moaned "Nat, you don't have to."
"Mmm, want to." She moaned, her words muffled by his flesh. She began bobbing her head, taking more and more of his shaft as her tongue began to ravish him. She'd always been so good at this, from the very first, but she'd only gotten better as she'd read every weakness of his body. She took him to the base, her lips pressing against his crotch, before she released him suddenly. "You know you can't resist my mouth."
Oh, now he understood. Her hair trigger so far had her feeling off balance. While she didn't always need to be in the dominant position, she reveled in it, and this was her seeking to reclaim that position. He saw no reason to fight her on it. "Yes." He moaned "You're so fucking good, Nat. You could destroy me with that mouth."
Her lips curved into a wicked smile that made him feel like a rabbit cornered by a hungry fox. "That's right." She looked down at his cock and licked her lips. Harry shivered, and his cock twitched in anticipation, a small pearl of pre-cum collecting on the tip. "I've only just gotten started." She said, her eyes not leaving his cock "And you're already leaking for me." She kissed his tip, her tongue sweeping out to collect the droplet. They gave echoing moans, his soft and wanting, hers low and deep.
She began to work her way back down his shaft. Harry didn't try to hold back as his noises of pleasure began to slip through. His fists clenched in her sheets as her mouth played his cock like a master musician, coaxing ever greater pleasure from him. Her pace was slow and sensual, and she made sure it took time to push him to his limit, but he reached it sooner than he'd liked. At that point, her eyes flicked back up to his, and they held his gaze in a challenge. It was his only warning before she plunged her mouth down his shaft, pulling up, before swallowing him again. She'd… never used this technique on him before, yet she performed it with ease, lodging his cockhead into the slick confines of her throat without so much as breaking her intense stare. Her oral skills as he'd known them were more sensual precision than brute force, but this was nevertheless devastatingly effective. "Uhn! Oh god Nat!" He moaned, grabbing the sheets with a white-knuckled grip as he strained to avoid thrusting up into her mouth "I'm going to cum!"
She finished him off with her mouth around his cockhead, sucking with just the right amount of force as he released himself into her mouth. It was bliss, feeling as though she were sucking the cum straight from his balls, like she'd fully mastered his cock with her mouth and bent it to her will. After she'd drawn the last of the shudders from his cock, she gave it several firm, lingering sucks, before releasing it, letting it flop back to his body as it deflated. She opened her mouth to show off her takings, and let Harry stare for a moment, slack jawed and panting, before tipping her head back and swallowing it all with a soft moan. "Fuck." He breathed, still dizzy from the experience "Where did that come from?" He asked thoughtlessly.
"Here." Natasha said simply, and Harry felt something icy creep in. What had she had to do here, that necessitated her learning that? Her life in their old world had been bad enough, but it was no doubt worse here.
"I'm sorry, that was stupid of me to say." He said.
"Its okay, but I don't want to talk about it." She said, and he frowned. "Well, not right now." She corrected herself "We can talk about my life its just… you're here now, and that alone makes it easier. I just want to enjoy being with you."
"Okay." He said "I'm sorry that you always seem to get the short end of the stick. Its not fair to you."
"Like I said. I'm happier now." She smiled "And I'd rather focus on you." She blew a puff of air over his shaft, and it twinged.
"Again?" He asked. He had no doubts that she could do it, too. She'd coaxed him to hardness again and again with her technique in the past.
"I have years of blowjobs to make up for." She said, her voice far too serious for her words "I don't think I'll be evening to orgasm balance tonight, but… I'm going to give it my best shot."
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Her heart thudded in her chest, a thrill rushing through her veins as Harry looked at her. He'd been happy enough to snog her, just as he had earlier in the day, but once she'd started pushing for more, something for him to truly 'remember her by', he'd gotten skittish. He was worried about her brothers, about it being the wrong time, about a dozen things that didn't matter. In a moment of boldness, she'd silenced him by taking off her blouse.
And Harry had stared, his eyes fixated on her exposed cleavage. She didn't have lingerie, so she'd chosen the most revealing bra she'd had for tonight. It wasn't the first time he's seen her like this, but he was every bit as keen. "Like what you see?" She asked, feeling a rush of validation. She wanted the lust in his eyes, wanted him to want her, and it pushed her to release the clasp of her bra.
"Gin." His voice was low, his eyes burning with an intensity that made Ginny shiver. She'd always been insecure about the size of her breasts, but Harry always had a way of making those doubts evaporate. "You're incredible. Can I-" he raised a hand, and Ginny nodded jerkily.
"Please." She said, jerking her head in a nod. She didn't care if she sounded too eager. She'd do whatever he wanted. She gasped as his hand made contact, fingers reverently caressing her flesh. Oh, how she ached, the spot at the apex of her thighs throbbing with a heat and a hunger that only inflamed further with his touch. Her body had always been attuned to his presence, and that reactivity had only intensified as they'd begun their relationship. Their frequent snogging sessions (there were days where it had been difficult to pry them apart) never failed to leave her hot and aching with want.
His hands fully cupped her breasts, thumbs rubbing her areolas as he stared with that addicting mixture of hunger and awe. She couldn't take it. As good as it was, she needed more. How many nights had she spent in this very bed, touching herself while imagining this moment? How many times had she dreamed of this, only to wake up just as he was pressing into her with his cock, leaving her hot and aching and wanting in her cold, empty bed? She'd spent years pining and crushing and lusting after him, and her patience couldn't last a moment longer. They could spend hours exploring each others' bodies in sensuous detail, but one of her overbearing brothers might come barging in to ruin the moment again, as Ron had done.
Was she a Gryffindor or not?
Harry." She braced herself for what she was about to say. She leaned in, so that she could whisper in his ear in a low voice "Fuck me."
Harry froze, his breath hitching. She could feel the tremor in his hands, where they still cupped her breasts. "W-what?" He stammered.
"Fuck me." She said, her voice louder. His reaction only emboldened her, she wanted to push further, to see what other reactions she could provoke. "I want it." She reached out with her hand "I want your cock." and cupped his crotch. She could feel it, feel his erection clearly against her palm. It throbbed suddenly at her touch, accompanying Harry's moan.
"Gin." His voice was so rich, overflowing with desire. His hips twitched forward, and she was only too happy to oblige him by pressing and stroking with her hand. "Uhn! Oooooh!" Harry moaned, and Ginny had never felt so powerful, able to get Harry to lose himself with just a touch.
Then his mouth was on hers, and he was pushing her back into her bed. There was no technique to his kissing now. She'd never seen him so unrestrained, his lust spilling over. She'd done that to him, and she was right there with him. "Get your bloody clothes off." She hissed between kisses. They tugged the hem of his shirt up together. She'd seen him without his shirt before, of course, but she hadn't become immune. There was something primal and masculine about how he looked bare chested that drew her in. She watched while he worked on his trousers, unzipping, unbuttoning, tugging, until his cock sprung out, escaping from its confines like a caged beast.
She stared. Her core gave a mighty throb of desire, and she stared. It wasn't like she hadn't stumbled across any of her brothers in a state of undress before but this was different- this was Harry's cock. It looked so ardent, flushed and swollen and overflowing with desire- a desire for her. It projected out from his body boldly, a display of his sexuality that demanded her attention- and she eagerly gave it. As if sensing her gaze, his cock twitched. "Fuck." She breathed. It was like it was alive. She wanted to feel his cock in her hand, and feel it twitch. She wanted to feel his engorged cockhead as it parted her lips and spread her inner flesh. She wanted to feel the thickness of his shaft inside her, and know the satisfaction of having Harry's male girth to clench around.
"Can I?" He asked, drawing her back to the present. Belatedly, she realized that his hands were at the waistband of her shorts. She nodded distractedly, her eyes flicking back to his cock as it bobbed and shifted with his movements. Her legs opened, almost of their own accord, once her panties were free. Cool air washed over her slit, which was so molten hot that it seemed to radiate heat. She'd never felt so swollen, or so wet and leaking. His hand trailed along her sex, her flesh rippling beneath his touch. While Harry was prepared to explore and tease her, Ginny wasn't having it. She didn't need or want the foreplay. "Harryyyyy." She whined "I need you inside me."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, and she loved how sweet he was, even if it was delaying her getting what she wanted right now.
She allayed his concerns by lookin him in the eyes and saying "I swear to god Harry, if you don't fuck me with that thick cock I'm going to lose my mind."
Harry nodded mutely, shivering at her words. He positioned himself between her legs, shifted his hips forward, and-
Ginny awoke and stifled a groan of frustration. Just like that, she was back to feeling like a hormonal teenager, pining for Harry even though she had no shot with him. She almost wanted to laugh at the pathetic absurdity of it, but the need between her legs precluded that. She and Luna had been fifteen when she'd disappeared, and while they had explored, they hadn't been ready to go all the way. It was something that Ginny regretted, that she never got to be with Luna in every way. It'd been five years, and she hadn't been touched like that since. She'd played the role of the pristine, sex-less maiden to perfection, until she could escape. From then on, her life had been the war.
Now though, she was keenly aware of her lack of experience. At once she was a virgin of twenty, and a seventeen-year old with a sexual experience of one. While her merger of lives was at times confusing and overwhelming, in this case both strands were in complete agreement- she needed more of that. Because she could close her eyes and remember how wonderful he felt inside of her, and how good he'd looked on top of her. Except it was even worse, because she knew how he looked now. On first sight, without even knowing she knew him, she'd been enthralled by his body. She could picture his lean, powerful muscles that rippled across his body in a way that put every other wizard to shame. He was physically strong in a way that wizards never tried to be, and it showed.
Her hand dropped down to her sex and fingers circled her clit. That dream- memory- had left her so keyed up that it took her practically no time to near her peak. Hoping to draw it out, she dipped two fingers into her folds. She pressed them inward as she imagined that instead of being alone, Harry was in bed with her in all his glory and instead of her fingers inside of her, it was his cock. It was a fantasy so potent she could almost taste it. The change of stimulation, it turned out, was not going to hold off her orgasm. Her core throbbed, clenching around her fingers as fiery pleasure billowed out. "Ha-arry." She whimpered "Oh, Harry!"
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"So, you're my dad's ex, right?" Lily asked.
Their little group had been sequestered off in a separate compound, for the sake of both security and privacy. The Ancient One had said that the location was typically used for the more dangerous and experimental spells, and that they were dangerous and experimental enough to qualify.
Lily had gone to bed early, overwhelmed and frankly exhausted by the… everything, that had happened. But then she'd woken up around 3:00 AM and had been positively wired since then. Her dad was alive. She could learn wizarding magic. Her dad was alive. No more secrets. She'd learned more about her life in the past day than in the previous fourteen years! Something about alternate universes? Her dad was alive and he had an uncomfortably affectionate relationship with her mom. Her dad was alive!
She'd listened with rapt attention through his tale last night, soaking in every detail and trying to picture it in her mind's eye. It was unbelievable in its totality, but her mom and the Ancient One had backed him up. Now, after having the time to settle down, she realized she wanted to know more. She wanted to know the story of her mom and dad. She wanted to know more about magic. She wanted to know more about him. Were the stories her mom had told her at all true?
She'd been the first at breakfast- a room that was far more normal than most in this place, consisting of a table, stove top, and a few other essentials powered by a mix of repurposed technology and clever use of sorcery. Awkwardly enough, Ginny Weasley had been second down, just a few minutes later. Lily only vaguely knew her as her dad's ex. Awkward. She was used to meeting strangers. Kamar-Taj often played host to sorcerers and students alike, but it had never been like this, with so much history and things left unsaid.
Ginny cringed at her question. "Yes?" Then she rushed to add "But don't worry! I'm not going to try anything."
Lily didn't know what to say to that. "Oh. Good."
They both looked down at their breakfast- a plain meal of potatoes and eggs- and ate dutifully for a few minutes, until the silence became unbearable. "So, magic, huh?" Lily tried, wanted to smack her head at how dumb that sounded.
"That's right, you can do magic, our form of magic, can't you?" Ginny said, leaping for the distraction.
"Not much." Lily shrugged "I was able to pilfer a spellbook and a wand, though, so I've been trying to learn."
"That's very impressive, that you were able to teach yourself anything." Ginny assured. "You know Harry- your dad- is a very good teacher. I bet he'd love to help you."
"Really?" Lily asked, now genuinely interested. That sounded... like a dream come true. She remembered how he had fought yesterday- there was so much she could learn from him.
"Yeah, he taught a class when we were in school." Ginny nodded "It's a long story, but he was brilliant."
They were saved from having to make further conversation by Peggy Carter. "Good morning. Its good to see you both up early."
"Any idea when my mum and dad will be out?" Lily asked.
Peggy shrugged "I suspect they had a long night, err, talking. So they may have a bit of a lie in this morning." Lily was not going to interrogate that further. Instead, she decided to ask a seemingly innocuous question. "So, how did you end up here?"
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Perhaps slightly less Valerian root, and more of the sprigs.
Potion-making was an exact art and subtle science, but potion creation put the brewing of even the most delicate potions to shame. It was the birth of something completely new out of the old, straining the brewer's creativity, precision, and most of all, their patience. Severus' newest draught had undergone many, many revisions. More lavender. A longer simmer time on the final step. Fewer stirs on the second day. Paradoxically, the addition of a Jaberknoll feather seemed to improve the potion's quality.
Severus had not spoken of this project. Lily had certainly paid him no notice as he slaved away in the lab. Perhaps she was happy to be rid of him, and for once Severus was glad for it. Because this potion would be the solution to all his problems. He's spent years contemplating how Hydra had achieved such obedience in its greatest assets. They had achieved something that worked on a far deeper level than the imperius curse. They had rewired the brains of their assets completely, achieving not just obedience, but loyalty. Love potions, the imperius, and blood oaths were child's play in comparison. They were mere ripples on the surface, with the depths of the mind unaffected.
This potion was the answer. He called it the Draught of Perfect Subservience, and it was nearly ready. It was a derivation of the Draught of Living Death- able to put the drinker into a susceptible, trance-like state, from which they could be guided towards anything one wanted. The applications to the war effort were obvious. Lovegood and Granger would no longer be unwilling slaves, but willing servants, and they would only be the beginning.
But of course, he had his own personal reasons for pursuing this potion. He wondered if Lily discovered what he was working on, whether she would discern his true intentions. Not that he feared that she would, she tried to avoid him as much as possible. He couldn't remember the last time she'd ventured into his lab.
Her reticence grated at him. There wasn't a night that he hated going to sleep alone in a cold bed, that he didn't want for her touch, or imagine their one night together, the night they had consummated their marriage. As stilted and quick as their consummation had been, Severus still treasured the memory. They'd barely even touched during her pregnancy, and when Septimus had been born so frail… well, it was like Lily had been looking for an excuse to shut him out completely.
He could have taken a subservient wife, someone who did her duty and didn't have the standing to protest. He still could take a mistress if he were so inclined, but he couldn't bring himself to. He loved Lily, and he wanted only her.
And soon, he would have her.