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Rise from the Ashes, Chapter 10.
🕑 Added 2024-02-09 18:20:40 +0000 UTCAlfea, Magix.
Reality didn't disappoint her in the slightest, being even better than fantasy. For behind the curtain was Harry undressing himself, displaying his half-naked body. A toned and muscled upper body was revealed to Bloom's gaze, allowing her to see his powerful back and arms flexing as he pulled his shirt over his head. At the sound of her entering he turned, letting her view defined abs sitting underneath a chiselled chest. Scars dotted all of it here and there, with the biggest, an x-shaped one, on his shoulder looking like fissures in the earth.
“Bloom?! What're you doing here?” Harry asked surprised, having just prepared to get comfortable to relive himself. Despite her presence, he made no attempt to cover himself. A soft smile on his face as he saw her. Something Harry found he did unconsciously, but not stopping it once he noticed.
Fidgeting a little, she closed the privacy screen and visibly gathered herself. Bloom straightened, saying. “I just wanted to let you know that we could do it now.” she immediately caught her own innuendo, causing a blush to erupt. Bloom waved her hands in front of her and blurted out. “I mean, exchanging powers! Only if you want to, that is!”
“Of course, I wouldn't say no to kissing a beautiful girl!” he claimed with a lopsided grin, followed by a grimace as he felt the pressure inside him increase once more. All while trying not to think of the kiss Darcy gave him. He had enough things on his plate right now than to feel guilty about something he hadn't even processed properly. “However, I do remember that you have a boyfriend. Are you sure?”
The eighteen-year-old blushed at his compliment, but couldn't look away from his brilliant emerald eyes. Only able to nod empathetically, coming closer until she was in front of him. Due to the difference in height she had to look up to him. Harry having more than a foot in height on her. His powerful frame loomed protectively over her smaller one, casting the fiery fairy in his shadow.
“I am.” she affirmed to him and herself, swallowing heavily through her dry throat before elaborating. “It's just that this feeling won't disappear on its own.” she put her hand on his hard chest, right over his heart. “You can feel it, too, can't you? This strange connection, this... pull.” at his slow nod she said. “It won't go away until we do something about it. Leaving it as is will be even more unfair to my boyfriend than a simple kiss.” she spoke the truth. Yet, a treacherous part of her mind claimed she wanted it; if only to briefly forget her troubles with someone that had the same problem. Someone who understood her situation perfectly, shared it even. The irony of coming to the Shadow Phoenix for help wasn't lost on Bloom. His predecessor, Darkar, was responsible for her issues, after all.
“If you're sure, then who am I to say no?” his own skin tingled where she touched him. A fire spreading out from that point of contact to the rest of his body. The sensation ripped through his body like lightning, giving him goosebumps all over. His hands instinctively went to her waist, gripping her hips to pull her flush against. Slowly, tenderly, his arms wrapped around her petite form, hugging her front to his with a strong grip.
Bloom squeaked but did not resist, smiling instead at how warm and safe she felt. Her own hands instinctively roaming his naked chest, exploring it reverently, enjoying the soft and yet hard muscles. Followed by standing on her toes and slinging her arms around his neck.
Harry angled her head just so with a soft pull to her fiery hair, and then leaned in and kissed the girl, who was about to meet him halfway. With closed eyes their lips touched, clear but brief hesitancy on either side. A moment later that was washed away as something just clicked, and suddenly it flowed. Both enthusiastically giving what belonged to the other. What started as a slow and tender kiss quickly grew passionate as that steady stream of energy between them was maintained. Each feeling how magic drained from their bodies into their partner, bleeding a growing sense of awareness into their partner. The pair felt their spiritual veins pulse, push and pull with magical energy in response to each other, feeling that echoing resonance as they grew more complete.
In a way both the physical and spiritual sensation was intoxicating; magical even. Their world exploding in a rush neither could properly describe. Narrowed down to the experience of that warm, rising wave of power beginning to steadily climb higher.
By now Bloom was ardently massaging her lips against his, lightly probing his warm, minty fresh mouth with her tongue. Soon she met resistance in form of his devilish and dexterous one, followed by a duel for dominance. Harry quickly won with his conquering tongue, drawing a long, low moan out of the ravenous young woman.
Bloomcould feel Harry's magic. It was immense; a mountain with no top. An endless ocean that toiled without pause. And she was but a single house next to that mountain. A single boat floating along in the sea of his magic. It felt as though she was basking in a thousand warm sunny days at once. Her entire body felt hot, insides exploding with raw energy. Every single nerve in her body lit on fire in painful pleasure, blending the two into the ultimate form of feeling. She wanted more, needed more.
A sense of awed wonder throbbed through Harry and Bloom, touching parts of each other so deep, so intimate it was impossible to put into words. Neither knew how long it lasted, how long they stood there drowning in emotions. However, soon the sublime sensation subsided, leaving a persistent echo behind.
The pair reluctantly separated, a string of saliva connecting their tongues that swiftly submitted to gravity.
She had a spark in her eyes and a soft smile of contentment on her flushed face. 'Wow!' was the only thought able to penetrate the fog of euphoria settling over her brain. Observing and comparing the difference between Sky and Harry immediately in the back of her mind and finding that it never felt this good with Sky. Next she noticed something hard pressing into her stomach, causing her to glance down. Cyan eyes promptly widened as she witnessed the bulge in his pants. 'That never happened with Sky the few times we kissed either!' One part of her proud that she could get such a reaction out of a grown man, while another was embarrassed. The second emotion didn't find any purchase as Harry grimaced, gripping his stomach in pain again. It told Bloom all she needed to know.
A single weak push sent Harry falling back onto the bed's edge. “What're you doing?!” he was able to grit out. Not wanting to take advantage of the girl, but also not declining in his current condition. There weren't many options right about now.
“Helping you.” came the succinct answer. 'And helping myself.' she admitted only to herself, thinking that maybe if she got more from him Enchantix would be hers. After all, with how good and similar it felt to being at her most powerful in her fairy form, that seemed plausible.
The fairy was unable to ignore the fire now burning in her loins, ignited by their kiss. She waved his weak protests and hands away, knelt down and took hold of his pants. Able hands quickly divested him of his belt and pulled down his pants, leaving only his boxers. She brought her hands up to the waistband of the now offensive garment protecting Harry's cock from her touch. 'It's not much more than a kiss.' she reasoned, a part of her thinking that she'd experience that rapture again if she did so. Looking up to his face Bloom saw his piercing green eyes looking down on her, and in a fleeting instant it was as if he saw to the depths of her soul and her desire.
“Do it then!” he grunted out, damn near commanded. Not willing to stop it if she was alright with it. His mind not quite there from the haze of pain going stronger.
A jolt ran through Bloom at that, straight to her sex. Knowing that Sky would've asked her a thousand times if she wanted to do it; so much until she got annoyed. Or some other problem would've cropped up, like it always did in their relationship; his duties as crown prince being the most prevalent. She revelled in the simplicity of this, in Harry's acceptance of her decision. Though, she imagined he had little choice right now, if he didn't want to harm himself that is.
Without further delay she pulled his boxers down. Her pussy was wet, having already soaked through her panties from the soul-searing kiss, and letting her feel the damp material clearly. Bloom continued peeling, slowly and seductively with her cyan orbs fixed on the emerging prize. The elastic of the waistband dragged Harry’s hard cock down, keeping it pressed against his thigh as Bloom revealed it bit by bit from the base to the tip. Eyes wide as his full thickness began to become apparent.
Eventually, only his glans was contained by the cloth prison. Bloom's mouth was gaping slightly as she gave a final tug. As a result the most awe inspiring cock sprang into view and swung out, pointing directly at the horny fairy, so close that she could smell his musk. It only served to fan the flames in her body. She took a deep whiff and let out a pleased sigh, her breath brushing against it.
“Wow,” was the only thing Bloom got out as she brought her right hand around to grip the base. Holding the solid, waving pole still with her hand, she manoeuvred it around, examining it from all angles. The fairy gulped in apprehension and excitement as she realized that she was unable to completely close her fingers around the shaft. Bringing her left hand to bear, she encircled Harry’s cock and began stroking experimentally. To her surprise, and mounting trepidation, his impressive length was still pulsing and growing. He was stiff, firm and unyielding. His member heavy, warm and alive, still filling with pounding blood in ancient need.
Bloom continued to move his prick around, inspecting her new toy with her curious gaze. She admired the way his foreskin travelled over his shiny, ready lubricated bell-end, the path of each of the fat veins and how the shape changed as she pulled all the way back and all the way forwards. Even cupping his balls tenderly, scraping her nails across to court a shiver of desire from him. Mesmerized, she relishing in this new experience and sensations.
Her trance was broken as Harry grunted, half in need and half in pain. Blushing at being so captivated by his cock, though Bloom didn't apologize and instead began what she had set out to do.
Without further delay, the fairy began. First kissing the fat glans and then treating his cock like a lollipop, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip. His cock began weeping a clear, silky liquid. Curious, she licked some of it, causing a moan to escape her mouth as she did so. His precum stoked the fire in her womb and pussy that spread to the rest of her body like wildfire. Not able to hold back any longer she began greedily licking up along his shaft to lap up all the delicious liquid. Her fingers holding his erection were unable to go around entirely as she leaked her own juices onto the floor. The fairy instinctively used her free hand to flick her fleshy pearl through her knickers before pushing them aside for better access. Once she arrived at his glans again she enveloped it in her hot wet and needy mouth, suckling on it.
Harry sighed in pleasure with his head lolled back, anticipating the relief that was to come, and watching Bloom tentatively bobbing her head up and down his length. Flushed, she drew back from the intimidating penis. Pulling his cock to the side and seeing that she hadn't reaching very far down at all, Bloom pumped him with her right hand. “Sorry, I'm not very good at this kind of thing.” Andy hadn't needed nearly as much work from her to erupt quickly.
Harry shook his head. “No, it feels great. You're a natural.” he praised, hoping to get her to continue by stroking her hair.
Bloom encased his cock with her luscious lips once more, her tongue raking against his sensitive underside. He ran his fingers through her hair and gripped lightly, pulling her towards him. Pushing Bloom further down until his bell-end was entirely in her mouth and rose again until it was just the tip, sucking constantly. Continuing this motion, Bloom felt her lips stretch and eventually rested the back of her throat against the monster in her mouth while her tongue twirled around it. With her left hand busy she used her right to stroke him up and down, wanking his shaft as she sucked and bobbed her head as deep as her throat would allow.
Just as inexperienced as Bloom when it came to sex, Harry was left gasping for breath by her ministrations. “Fuck, that feels so good!” Harry began flexing his cock, trying as hard as he could to speed towards his end and subsequent release. By now not knowing which he awaited more; his orgasm or being rid of some excess magic.
Emboldened by his praise and the possibility of more pleasure, the redhead smiled around his cock. Her head bobbed and her masturbation grew more frantic as she devoured his dick in primal desire. Eyes closing in bliss she let her tongue work over the fat head of Harry's cock, trailing over his urethra to tease more delicious fluid out of it. Feeling her mouth fill with more pre-cum the pace of her fingers going in and out of her weeping cunt increased, causing squelching sounds as she vigorously pumped her needy pussy. Not satisfied, her mouth descended onto his cock, swallowing him deeper and deeper into her undulating gullet.
Finally, his orgasm hit hard, and his cock swelled. Bloom felt the change immediately through her tongue and throat as she steadily worked to force more and more down her greedy throat. She gagged, sputtered and coughed before pulling back so only the tip was inside her mouth.
“Bloom!” the last Potter moaned in warning, head thrown back to look at the ceiling as he came while holding her head in place.
A moment later Harry's cock sent rope after rope of cum onto her tongue and straight down her throat. Upon contact Bloom's mind went blank as the tidal wave of semen filled to the brim with powerful magic poured down her throat, letting her experience that rush again, filling her completely in a maddening spiral of pleasure. She came with the force of a hurricane, squealing and bucking and spasming as her swollen cunt squirted out a stream, which soaked the floor under her. All while still latched onto his cock, drinking every last drop of the delicious boiling hot seed Harry let out. His big balls contracted as he ejaculated, his cock giving mighty twitches every second as it worked hard to shoot thick globs down the redhead's throat.
When Harry was finished Bloom slowly drew back, sensually cleaning his cock before letting go with a wet pop. Followed by a sensual but sloppy kiss to the glans in thanks, strands of saliva and cum connecting her mouth to his prick. She licked her lips seductively, greedily gathering it all. She liked his strong taste, rolling her tongue around in her mouth to scoop up any remains and taste it some more. It almost reminded her of coffee, not the taste, but that she was left wanting for more afterwards.
“Thank you.” the wizard said in relief, somehow knowing she'd understand. “You have no idea how much I needed that!” the haze of pain had been lifted, but threatened to return soon enough. His magic now back to where it was at his arrival to Alfea.
Blinking, Bloom seemed to come back to herself a little and said. “No Problem!” without preamble Bloom let her skirt fall to the floor. Her soaked panties and midriff top followed shortly after as she divested herself of all clothing. Her beautifully proportioned body finally came into view. Harry enjoyed the sight of her trim, delicate ankles, followed by the fittingly slender thighs that crowned her slim legs. Her breasts were medium but incredibly perky, while her ass and stomach were of similar firmness.
Before he could say anything, Bloom spoke up. A fire, an intensity in her eyes he'd never seen before. “Seems your problem isn't gone completely.” she giggled and mounted him, seating herself in his lap. Unashamedly crossing her ankles behind his back and nestling her sex against his still-erect manhood. Her arms snaked around his neck for support, Bloom grinning like the cat that caught the canary. Normally the wizard would've stopped her then, but his own need prevented that.
Harry blinked at her startlingly effective seduction. His rough hands holding her by the hips. Her big blue eyes looking at his emerald ones protested her innocence, while her dark red lips admitted that it was a lie. “You know I’m not… just interested in your body, under the circumstances. I have this feeling that we have… similar experiences.” he didn't know why he said that, except not to seem like someone taking advantage of her. Not that she seemed to have a problem with it.
“Oh?” Bloom raised a brow, something in her responding to something in him. Some kind of kinship she had never felt before. Like a potter at a wheel, she caught his snake in her hands. She felt it jump between her palms as she gave Harry what amounted to a lap dance, grinding herself into his body until she was as close as moss to a tree, rubbing her hard nipples against his chest, even nuzzling the sides of his neck with her soft lips.
The wizard groaned as Bloom rode his thighs, manipulating his cock over the outside of her pussy, its head poring over her labia and up to her inflamed clit. It was getting to him. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as she sweetly caressed his cock with her sex, an electricity seeming to crackle between them. Softly, gently building, a low-level hum that grew and grew.
Harry decided to return the favour, his hands grabbing Bloom’s arse, pressing hard into the vulnerable flesh. Squeezing it to an all-too-pleased redness. Bloom whimpered in delight, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. “Yes, I heard some things about you other than what you told me.” his fingers wandered upwards, going up along her sides until he arrived at her hair. A firm yank saw her head bent backwards, forcing her to look up at him. “You sometimes still wonder if your new life is a dream. The world your parents belonged to, and were prominent figures in, feels not like it's your own. You want to make them proud and learn things about them. All while feeling like an outsider for not knowing trivial things about magic others take for granted.” As he whispered those words he saw Bloom squirm a little, only increasing the sensations her pussy caused him. “Due to something outside your control people got an interest in you. Something you would've rather avoided. Of course, that doesn't stop the whispers and opinions of others as they judge you lacking for things you previously had no idea about.”
The Trix had not left out much when ranting about Bloom. His words brought tears to Bloom’s eyes, and despite all the things he didn't know about her Harry felt the powerful urge to protect her from anything that saddened or scared her.
For the first time in a long while, Bloom felt really understood. 'He understands!' the Fairy of the Dragon's Flame thought elated and relieved. She knew her friends supported her no matter what, but that didn't mean they understood her struggles completely. Harry just now summed up exactly how she felt since coming to Magix, no matter how many told her otherwise. Out of place. Unworthy. Judged. Emotions and feelings only worsened by the recent news. “Thank you!” She said, her words heartfelt. Thinking she was able to feel his empathy, his love and support.
Just an inch from his face her lips parted, her blue eyes locked with his before she kissed him. His tongue in her mouth like that was all the penetration she needed, an incredible understandingand passion there, a power that she couldn’t contain, that she could only ride and shape and accept into herself. All too soon Bloom felt her embers flaring into a roaring flame once more. The fairy had assumed that her last orgasm would’ve left only ashes, nothing more to burn, but Harry's passion poured gasoline all over the remnants. She pressed him firmly against her, parting her lower lips on his shaft, riding up and down over every little vein. At the tip, there was the slippery feel of his precum. She enthusiastically rubbed it like she was moisturising. Rubbed them both, masturbating herself as she jerked him off with her pussy, trapping his cock between their bodies as she rubbed them together, moaning obscenely into his mouth.
Soon her back went rigid and her groin bloomed with heat and when she finally went slack, it was only to collapse atop him. A part of her wanted to indulge in her sated weariness, but a bigger one was not satisfied just yet. She needed more still.
A little magic saw Harry's position changed, so he laid correctly on the bed, with her still on top.
“Oh God!” Bloom gushed despite herself, something shining in her eyes as she explored Harry's body, making to straddle his hips. She leaned down, her face was closing in on his so that she could feel his hot breath on her. A moment later they kissed again while Bloom grasped his shoulders to hold Harry down. Breaking the kiss she raised her arse, placed one hand on his abs for balance and reached back between her legs and positioned Harry's stiff cock at her needy entrance, seeping with her natural lube.
For a brief moment of clarity, Bloom thought why she was here. 'I have to… get him to… do the thing… whatever it was.' she thought absent-mindedly. The fire in her loins absolutely convincing her thatfucking him would accomplish that.
Confident that she had angled Harry's member correctly, Bloom bit her lip and dropped. Her soft thighs descended as she began to take his fat cock up her tight cunt. Even the notorious Shadow Phoenix hissed through his teeth. His arms flexing, his hands tightening on the metal headboard as she took him inside her. Bloom felt almost as much pleasure at that as she did at the feeling of being parted, entered, surrendering to him. Then, with a degree of worry, she realized he just kept going. There was more of him. Much more.
"You're beautiful." Harry groaned out without thinking as she came to rest with what had to be all of him pulsing inside her. In response his hands sought out her inviting breasts, alternating between massaging, pinching or sucking on her pink nipples. Her pussy was constantly quivering. Every time she reached the bottom of a thrust he could feel her walls fluttering around him. It was a wonderful sensation.
Extremely pleased by his compliments, Bloom felt herself blush. Her draconic side basked in his praise, worship, and the feeling of fullness Harry was giving her, holding as still as her rubbery legs could manage while his massive cock stretched her cunt's walls out. Belatedly, Bloom realized she was cooing, and she couldn't be happier. Not waiting for herself to adjust too long, she raised her shapely arse into the air, lifting herself half off of Harry's magnificent rod. A happy sigh from Harry encouraged the fairy, and letting herself be impaled again, taking his entire length and thickness within her.
The sensation was absolutely addicting and it wasn't long until she was riding him like a horse, fucking her young cunt down onto his fat cock with wild bucks and half-formed cries of passion. The hot slippery friction their sexes made as they rubbed against each other drove the girl half-mad. Arching her back, she drew him even tighter in her. It really did feel glorious, much better than anything she experienced before.
The soft and comfortable bed creaked and groaned with the stress it was enduring by her onslaught. Lost in the sea of pleasure, Bloom briefly looked around as she threw her head hither and fro, spying her phone lying in the pile of her clothes. Like always it reminded her of Sky and that brought a brief flash of guilt with it.
She should leave right now. She almost did, easing herself off Harry's turgid erection, feeling her pussy tingle and clench in distress as it was abandoned, trying to keep him in. Every perfect inch of him left her one at a time. And the fire in her belly that had done nothing but spread and spread began to die down. Only for it to be reignited by fury as she saw the screen still showing her chat with Sky, empty as always; just like his promises to her.
“Nnnnnh!” Bloom cried, throwing herself back down onto her lover's cock, her head thrusting back in the ecstasy of sudden fulfilment, her crimson hair falling back to tickle at the small of her back. It was impossible to resist. Her hips darted up and slammed down, taking even more of his relentless cock inside herself.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she chanted madly, head thrown back in rapture.
When Bloom's orgasm came, it was sudden and overwhelming. The steady feeling of sinful friction and fullness morphed into something more. Her orgasm fired inside her, but it wasn’t enough. In rapid succession, Bloom bounced herself atop Harry’s cock another half-dozen times, then dropped her hand between her thighs and frantically flicked her clit until a second explosion took her. This time, she felt a liquid rush and heard a gushing splatter as her own pussy-juice squirted from her, all the way to Harry’s chiselled chest. A scream of triumph got stuck in her throat, leaving her to squirt in strained silence atop his twitching cock. She felt the hot rush of his cum filling her slick, clasping pussy to overflowing. So tight that each new spurt pushed cum out of her small cunt to pool together with her own ejaculate between their fleshy union in thick, creamy puddles.
“Yessssssss,” Bloomhissed in ecstasy, sweat dripping from her heaving breasts as she lost her balance, having to throw an arm back on the mattress to support herself as she floated down from her climactic high. Harry's cock was angrily pulsing inside her, pinning her in place.
Grunting, Harry flipped Bloom off of him, rolling her onto her back and pushing her legs into her tits, her calves lying on his shoulders pointed skyward as Harry put his weight on her. He knelt with his legs wide apart, his feet touching each other, while his forearms went under her arms and shoulders, hugging either side of Bloom's ribs, and his hands gently cradling her head. With the fairy effectively trapped, Harry began hammering away at her pulsating flesh, using the deep penetrating access granted by the position to stroke deep, pounding against her cervix. The liquid sound of Harry’s cock within Bloom’s dripping womanhood mixed with the fleshy rasp of their thighs rubbing together, with the low purr of Bloom’s breathing as she consumed the pleasure Harry gave her like a fire did wood.
“Oh yes,” she muttered in a loving litany, sending him a look of adoration. “Oh, that’s it. That’s it. Just like that. Just like that…” writhing in his solid hold, her fiery hair splayed around her head like a halo.
Harry’s chest worked like a bellows, his strong breath gusting out of his body and rumbling back in. With Bloom's arms and legs twined around him. Each breath filled her body with heat, lazily moving her lips to new places to kiss and suck. She found his mouth on one pitched intake of air, cutting off that steady breath with her soft, wide lips, her free hands playing with his hair.
Soon, his kisses left her breathless. Though, she was unable and unwilling to break free, clutching the back of his neck instead, forcing him into her, caressing him with her mouth. He kissed so passionately he might have been trying to devour her. It felt so good that she had to push him back a few times to get air, meanwhile running her hands from his thick arms to his back, now noticing the flexing muscles, the occasional scar, all the little pleasures of his body. Before long he was kissing her again, taking complete control of her body.
French kissing her leisurely, and still hard as a rock, Harry continued fucking himself between her shamelessly spread pussy lips, gathering momentum with each plunge into her gushing channel.
“Oh, oh, yes!” Bloom cried out, her legs already flexing harshly around his neck, trying to lock him in. “I'm gonna break! I'm gonna fucking break! Of fuck, Harry break me!” she pleaded as he fucked into her hard and fast, pumping cum in and out of her cunt. Bloom was so turned on by the deep penetration, the sensation of his surging cock and plentiful cum stuck inside her that she thought she would pass out for sure. Crossing her ankles and rhythmically flexing her lower legs in an attempt to drive him in deeper, all the while raking down his shoulders, sides and back with her nails, leaving marks in rows of red.
"Of course!" Harry grunted, though he was shocked at how furiously he was thrusting into Bloom, and how long he could go on. Then again, he had missed out on more than a decade of it.
In a surprising turn, Bloom used her remaining arm strength to grab his arse and pull Harry into her, to force his pulsing cock to once more knock against her sensitive cervix in a rough jerk. Just as she'd expected, Bloom came again and promptly threw her head back, wailing. "OH GOD!" her orgasm crashing into her like a tsunami, flooding her achingly filled cunt's hot walls with slick warm she-cum. Some of which managed to work itself past Harry's prick and leak onto the bed, staining it more.
"Are you alright, Bloom?" a sudden and concerned voice called out. Harry, bottomed out in the fairy's milking cunt, along with said cunt's owner, froze. "Ofelia told us you're in here."
"Your friends are here!" another, more musical one, sung. It was accompanied by the sound of a closing door, steps coming closer, and shadows growing behind the closed privacy screen.
Harry turned his attention back to a wide-eyed Bloom. Taking in the sight of her, with her all of her casually on display, her pussy only now beginning to settle down, and wondering how they could hide this. Bloom's eyes, trained in the direction of the voices, flickered between alarm and kinky arousal. "They're my roommates, Flora and Musa." She tried to stand up, but her muscles and the position she was in denied her. In a panic, she whispered frantically to him. "My legs are jelly! You have to carry me to the curtain. Please, they can't see me like this!"
Harry did as he was told, getting off her, sitting up with them still connected. He quickly flipped Bloom on her stomach and hooked his arms under her belly. Once at the curtain, Harry's rough hands gripped Bloom's hips tightly to support her weight. Bloom, standing on shaky legs, seized the fabric to keep herself upright and the curtain closed, followed by sticking her head through. Hopefully obscuring everything else behind the curtain.
Just in time to see Flora and Musa standing before her. “Hey guys! What's up?” she asked as cheerily as possible, knowing she must look a mess with dishevelled hair and her red face slick with sweat.
“We should be the ones asking that, Bloom.” Musa told her, dark blue eyes full of concern, taking in Bloom's red face. “What happened, you look exhausted?!”
Bloom smiled, but it looked more like a grimace. “I just caught a cold, you know!” she felt Harry lazily pulling his massive prick out of her gripping pussy all the way, before slowly sinking back in until he bottomed out against her womb's entrance, already tainted with his seed. Without her consent, a long, low hum escaped her throat as he repeated the extraction and insertion of his messy cock from her flushed cunt. Unable to make him stop without being noticed, but also unwilling to even try.
“Oh, that's good then.” Flora said relieved, making to grab the curtain to open it. “I have a few spells that should make short work of that.”
“No! I mean, I refused...Oh god... a magical remedy.” she brought out between gasps and moans, caused by Harry gyrating his hips and grinding his glans against her excitable womb. As a result she was gripping the privacy sheen so tight her knuckles turned white. The danger of being on the verge of discovery went straight to her overflowing pussy, an electric current racing down her spine.
The Fairy of Music and the Fairy of Nature looked at each other and shrugged helplessly. Both thinking that it was some weird Earth custom they wouldn't understand.
Harry groaned inaudibly, feeling Bloom tighten on him. Without thinking he draped himself over her back, still driving himself into her ribbed and enticing folds, slowly accelerating. At the same time his hands wandered up her smooth stomach to the curves of enticing flesh that led to her erect nipples, his strong arms the only thing holding her up. Bloom bit her lip as he dug into their softness, moulded them to the shape of his hands with hearty squeezes. He kneaded and squeezed her breasts as if they were bread dough rather than sensitive flesh, grinding his callused fingers into her nipples, tugging, then flattening them down to her chest. Bloom moaned again from deep in her throat, her nipples demanding attention. Noticing their erection, he found and fondled them, pinching and rolling them between his fingertips. Pulling on them, almost hurting her before the tight flesh slipped from his fingers and jiggled back in place, where they glowed with pink warmth from his affection.
“You don't sound so good, are you sure?” Musa questioned, looking at Bloom's expression, noticing it contorting briefly and the noises she made. She really did sound and looked sick.
Bloom found her waist being encircled by Harry’s thick arms again, his fingers roughly pulling open her pussy as if it needed to be any more spread with his dick already penetrating it. Just as hastily, his fingertips probed her stingingly hard clitoris and as his swollen cock enjoyed the heated velvety softness of her cunt, he gave her clit the attention it wanted.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” the Fairy of the Dragon's Flame cried, her body quivering, and cumming helplessly, biting her lip in a futile attempt to at least stop her lewd noises. Her cyan eyes filled with tears of joy, obscuring her vision. Her high was sticking around for longer than she was capable of handling. Having Harry fling himself into her dampness, his rough fingers grating on her swollen bud, it was like he was forcing her to have an orgasm, demanding it from her, not willing to settle for any sigh or grunt she might make. No, he needed her to scream.
"OK, we'll head back to our dorm and wait for you, if that's what you want." Flora promised with a gentle smile that said she accepted Bloom's decision, but it also promising she'd take care of her friend. Musa just looked concerned and waved at Bloom as she left.
Tears streamed down her face as Bloom nodded in thanks, her whole body shivering in ecstasy, a shaky smile on her lips with her tongue hanging out. "Yeah... got it... I'll come soon..." she promised, not knowing who she was talking to with those last three words.
Once the door closed her weak legs gave out completely, causing her to nearly fall forward on her knees. Luckily Harry caught her wrists to stabilize her before she could do so, pulling her back behind the noise-cancelling curtain. Still latched onto her, and still pumping and grinding. In his this position she now was nothing but a hostage, someone he could do anything to; to please, to love, to drive to madness. Bloom whimpered in delight when she felt his urethra line up with her cervix perfectly, knowing what was coming and absolutely loving it. A moment later his release came, which he delivered directly into her already packed fertile womb, shooting hot white sperm-rich ropes of thick cum filled with magic into it. So much so that it was forced out one drop at a time. The massive amount of cum he shot never declining at all.
Slowly, Harry let Bloom down on the floor, so that she reclined on her belly. Her hands ahead of her, with elbows and one leg bent, the upper part of her body slightly elevated, looking like she wanted to make a futile attempt at standing up. The position showed Harry all of her exquisite vagina, with her well-defined labia and a clit that peeked out of it's short hood eagerly. All of it caked in the white taint of their combined essences.
Operating half on instinct, Harry couldn't help himself. Not a second later he penetrated her again, his legs at her sides near her waist, looking as if he sat on her buttocks. Followed by his hands grabbing her breasts from below to play with, and him kissing her neck, sucking on her pulse point, making Bloom's escape from this rapture impossible.
The princess felt fit to burst, both physically from Harry's huge cock and mentally from the pleasure overload. So much so that she started absently drooling as she whimpered, “Oh, oh, oh.” every half-second. Her horny cries egged Harry on to rape her into the ground. She was a prisoner of pleasure as her ass jiggled with each blow. Her toes were curling, her lips were pursing, her skin was sweating, her eyes were unfocussed and she was about to come again.
Bloom’s cunt was clamping down hard on Harry, now seeming to want to keep him inside her forever. There was no pain, just the feeling of the full measure of his cock, all the way up inside. She was actually compelled to push back, to feel even more of him inside her. Her wanton whimpers transformed into screams, her head thrashing back and forth as Harry flew in and out of her wet cunt. Her orgasm never once tapering off, instead swelling in intensity as pleasure became her whole world. She screamed so loud her voice went hoarse, her hips driving back against his so violently that she actually moved his unyielding body an inch. Then, Bloom came with thundering finality, her nectar so plentiful that Harry could feel it splash against him, pooling at his feet. Giving him everything she had.
Harry returned the favour, letting his biggest load today free to jet into her grateful hole, quenching the fire in her womb, and making Bloom wonderfully aware of her own sex as he filled every crevice with his seed and intoxicating magic. She collapsed under him shortly after, all the rigidity gone from her body, melting like ice cream in the sun. Her collapse drew him on top of her, to pant and moan and tremble with her in fulfilment.
"Already finished?" she asked, taking deep breaths, both anticipation and some humour in her voice. She just so managed to raise and turn her head, only to run into his lips. His kiss was long and loving, and Bloom rutted against him as he gave it to her, feeling his finally wilting cock inside her, his cum oozing from her, his marks on her breasts and now, on her bruised lips. She was his. Gloriously, magnificently his. The fairy mewled at the loss of Harry removing himself from her, which caused a lewd squelchingsound followed by a pop that seemed to echo through the room, accompanied by a flood of semen streaming out of her slit, staining the floor completely.
"Yeah, thanks." He said gratefully, sheepishly scratching the back of his head, exuding boyish charm. His smile grew mischievous and smug. "Though, we can go for round two," Promptly, he reinforced his body with magic, banishing his fatigue, consuming a good amount of magic and summoning the same glowing emerald lines on his body as back in the restaurant. However, he was far from empty in every aspect, magically or otherwise. Immediately his cock began to stir and harden once more, making Harry playfully slide it up and down her grasping slit. “If you're up for it that is?”
"No, thank you, Harry." Bloom replied with a nervous giggle as her body quivered, willing but unable. Her pussy, covered in a thick spread of milky cum, clenched at nothing every few seconds at the thought of more, giving his glans a kiss as if she could draw him back into her. A look out the window showed it to be the twilight hour. "My friends are expecting me back soon anyway." She tried to think for how long they fucked or why she came here, but could not really remember. Did it really matter, though? While she was unable to move even a pinky, utterly spent in every aspect, Bloom also experienced complete contentedness, coming from every ache and bite of pure soaring pleasure all over her body.
She didn't have to do anything as Harry carried her to the bed in his arms. Laying down on his back with Bloom happily reclining on top of him, one hand on his chest with her other snaked around his left arm, pressing it against her tender breasts. Her left leg was hooked into his to keep him still. She took his half-hard cock brushing against her as a reassuring presence.
"Speaking of my friends, did you really have to do that in front of them?" Bloom asked with a blush, not knowing how or what to feel about that. One one hand she found it incredibly hot and on the other it could've resulted in utter embarrassment. Though, she was not truly angry at him. She could've subtly blasted him off her any time with magic, but didn't.
“Did you not like it?” he questioned with a raised brow, but already knowing the answer. One that was confirmed by Bloom's shy nod a moment later, followed by Harry complimenting, nearly crowing. "Besides, look at that beautiful pussy," his hand belonging to the arm holding her back travelled over her ass and between her legs, causing Bloom to instinctively spread them for him. He pumped two fingers inside the welcoming hole, which clamped down immediately, creating an airtight seal around his fingers. "I just had to have it!"
Bloom blushed at his awed voice and her own reaction to him, making no move to remove his hand from inside her cunt, instead trapping it between her thighs. Her face cycling through prideful, shameful and incredibly turned on. She was silent for a few minutes, simply enjoying the moment and listening to his heartbeat.
“You must've much experience to be so good at it.” Bloom thought out loud, tracing some of his scars and still blushing.
“More than a bit.” Harry confirmed. Though, his experience didn't come from his own, but from all the prisoners he encountered and stole memories from. Including sexual ones that had been mixed in with other random memories he got in the beginning, before he learned to control the process.
It took a few minutes of cuddling before Bloom spoke again, gasping as his fingers brushed against her g-spot. "Have the Trix really been controlled by Darkar?" Bloom couldn't help but ask, needing at least an answer to that, but not knowing how she'd take a confirmation after all the revelations today.
Harry sighed, stopped his ministrations and instead made to stroke her hair with his other hand, saying softly. "No." he could at least be honest with her after what she did for him.
"Why help them to such a degree, then?" she questioned, only curiosity and no accusation in her voice. Her eyes inspecting his face, memorizing its rough features. "You don't seem like a bad person."
Emerald met cyan. "You don't know me, but you also don't really know the Trix. Sure, they have tricked and fought you a number of times, but from what I gathered you weren't innocent in a few of those encounters." he chuckled as she looked away, remembering them infiltrating Cloud Tower in her first year and the punishment for that. "I'm not defending their actions, all I'm saying is that the Trix had their reasons."
"What reasons would that be?" the fairy asked sarcastically, followed by a huff. "Because I don't see them." she partly regretted asking that due to his fingers vacating her pussy, letting her feel empty.
The last Potter sighed and mulled his answer over. "You have to remember they have different outlook and experiences than you, dealing with prejudice for most, if not all their life." he shifted a little to stretch out, or try to at least. "That caused them to view power as the most valuable thing. Yet, they were expelled from Cloud Tower for doing what they were told to do. It lead the Trix to someone that promised them what they believed they wanted; power and revenge." Harry cast a quick spell, cleaning both of their bodies of sweat and other fluids. "I gave them what they really wanted. A chance."
“And power, right?” she challenged, unwilling to let that point go. Her eyes did not leave his for an instant, looking for a lie. She had seen and felt the Gloomix on the Trix' bodies. In the back of her mind Bloom remembered that she, too, had wanted to ask if he could give her something to achieve Enchantix. An endeavour that got slightly derailed.
Harry nodded without hesitation. “Yes, that too. Had to give them an incentive, you know.”
“Could you give me that, too?” the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them. “I.. I mean, only... because it'll help me stop the Trix should they still be up to their usual antics, of course!” she amended hastily, getting more confident as she brought it all out. A little stutter in the beginning and blush on her face. 'It's just to help me against the Trix, nothing else!' she reaffirmed mentally, ignoring her tingling pussy's and throbbing womb's apparent disagreement.
“Of course.” he agreed with a shrug, willing to empty more of his reserves. “It helps me out as well, after all.” One of his hands already laying on her crotch just above her pussy, promptly applying his mark.
Bloom felt that same rush as before. His magic easily entered her conquered body through her womb, which was already incredibly familiar with his powerful magic, thoroughly soaked in his sperm that was still sloshing around inside. Liquid fire coursed through her veins, spreading out from her core to ignite every nerve in her body one after another. The echoes of every peak reverberating through her once more, causing Bloom's eyes to roll into the back of her head as she orgasmed once more, quivering and moaning atop him.
“Thanks.” Bloom huffed out after a few minutes, taking deep breaths to calm herself, now looking at the spot and spying the triangular symbol sitting there. Clearly feeling it pleasantly burning there, as if it was etched into her skin and beneath it.
“No problem.” came the reply from Harry, his voice already sounding much more relaxed and at ease than at the beginning of the day. As a last thanks he leaned down to give her a kiss, all while simultaneously cleaning the room and them, as well as charming the clothes onto their bodies. “I'd have to thank you for helping me!”
Bloom could only nod, not trusting her voice to convey what she felt. Everything already said through their actions. A niggling feeling in the back of her mind told her she was forgetting something. 'Couldn't have been important if I don't remember it.' she thought with a shrug, returning to her friends.
Eraklyon, Royal Palace.
Frantic footsteps could be heard echoing through the spacious chambers. The only form of illumination were a few magical lights on the walls, spending the room their humble light. A figure paced all around in agitation, its shadow dutifully following along, growing and shrinking as the person went around the room.
Said person was Sky, son of Erendor and Crown Prince of Eraklyon. He was a tall handsome and well-built young man with fair skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. As expected he wore clothes fit for royalty, complete with sash, cape and high collar. Held in his hand was a phone, showing received messages.
With a groan the young man sat down on his luxurious bed, looking down at the device in his hand. It's display mocking him together with his inability to write any reply. He'd begin typing only to delete it a few moments later. Nothing he could write able to properly convey what he needed to say. No, he needed to do so in person. Unfortunately his duty as prince and his father prevented him from leaving.
The door to his room creaked open, revealing the shadowy figure of a young woman. “Are you troubled, my Prince?” came the smoky voice of Diaspro. She possessed a slender and graceful figure, wavy pale blonde hair, amber eyes and tan skin. She wore a maroon-and-ivory corset dress with puffy sleeves and two light purple swirly bracelets that travelled up her forearms. As well as a light purple tiara with a large red jewel, jasper most likely.
Sky stiffened hearing that voice, a part of him wanting to send her away this instant. Though, despite her rude entrance without announcing herself, throwing out a lady of her status wouldn't look good for him or his family. “Why wouldn't I be?” he asked rhetorically, glancing at her from the corner of his eyes, watching as Diaspro closed the door and sashayed towards him.
“Is there any way I could be of assistance?” Diaspro inquired softly, sitting down elegantly beside him on the bed, her legs crossed in one smooth motion.
Sky shook his head slowly. “Only if you can convince my father to change his mind, otherwise no.”
“I don't know why you're surprised at this turn of events.” Diaspro began, playing with her hair while looking at him in confusion. “You're a prince with duties and obligations. A betrothal was always in your future, if not with me then someone else.” her voice sounding bitter, having been his fiancée in the past, which was annulled by Sky's father. “I thought you would be happy to be betrothed to that Winx Club girl.”
“I doubt she'd like it.” Sky countered desperately, falling back onto his bed. “She doesn't even know about it and to surprise someone with such monumental news without their input is asking for trouble!” frustration was welling up inside him at his father for forcing him into this position. Sky knew what was expected of him, to do good by and honour his kingdom, but that didn't mean he had to like it.
Diaspro shrugged, not feeling charitable towards any Winx girl, feeling they had no idea about real sacrifice or responsibility. “She's a princess and has to get used to it. Better now than later.”
Sky just groaned and buried his face with pillows.
