Harry Potter » Drabble set #13

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Eesh, pokegirl battles take a little practise to write. Here’s hoping this one doesn’t suck…

Mr Potter? Mr Harry James Potter?

Harry glanced up from the venuswhore centrefold of the old horticultural magazine he’d been idly flicking through, finding a middle-aged man in glasses poking his head through a door into the gym’s waiting room and checking a clipboard. Yes?

The older man smiled amiably, opening the door wide and revealing his deep purple labcoat. I’m Professor Beaumont Majoribanks, the leader of the Herb Gym. I understand you’re my first challenger today?

It looks that way. Flipping the magazine closed, the tamer dropped it back onto the pile and stood, crossing the room and stepping through the opened door into a dirt-floored, but otherwise standard battle arena. He turned to the bearded gentleman curiously. It’s a little unusual to have to schedule an appointment in advance in order to battle a gym leader, isn’t it?

Nodding, the Professor closed the door behind himself. I suppose it is, but I’m a researcher first and foremost, and I can’t really afford to just drop everything at a moment’s notice whenever a challenger shows up.

Fair enough. So… what are the rules?

Professor Majoribanks chuckled. Straight to the point, eh? Very well. Standard Blue League rules, mostly. This will be a three on three battle, of a maximum of thirty minutes duration. We both release our ‘girls at the same time, and once one pokegirl has been recalled or defeated, the opposing pokegirl is also recalled, and we both choose fresh pokegirls to continue on with. Best out of three fights wins. Sound fair?

The green-eyed tamer nodded his head after briefly mulling over the terms. Sure, that sounds pretty straight-forward.

The Professor clapped his hands, rubbing them eagerly. Excellent! Well then, pick a side of the arena, and good luck!

Harry studied the arena as he strolled to the far side; the dirt floor was far from being hard-packed, and the combination of large windows on all sides and a sizable skylight meant that there was plenty of sunlight illuminating the room. ‘Not a bad setup for a harem master specialising in plant types.’ Stepping into the tamer’s box, the Hogwart’s graduate faced his first gym leader, plucking his first pokeball from his belt and tapping the button once to expand the device into it’s larger form. Ready when you are, Professor.

One moment, Mr Potter. Frowning thoughtfully through his glasses, the older man poked through the pokeballs in his hand until he found the one he was looking for, expanding and readying it as he dumped the others carelessly into one of the pockets of his labcoat. Right then, on the count of three. One… two… three!

The two tamers tapped their pokeballs again, simultaneously expelling the contents of both into the arena. In Harry’s half, a statuesque blonde pokewomon in a white leather outfit that bared as much skin as it concealed materialised with a serious expression on her face, while on Beaumont’s side of the arena a tanned teenager in a grass skirt and tank top appeared, blinking curiously in the morning light.

The dark-haired teen frowned thoughtfully at his opponent’s pokegirl. ‘Hmm… a buttsprout.’

Daisy, Vine Bondage!

Harry snapped to attention as a pair of vines shot out from under the buttsprout’s skirt. Dominate, then Fade!

Narcissa’s eyes flashed a pale blue, and the buttsprout cringed as her vines fell limply to the ground a few meters short of the yuki-onna. The blonde smirked faintly as she melted into a cloud of mist, leaving the young plant girl seemingly alone in the arena.

Majoribanks sighed, adjusting his glasses. A yuki-onna… damn. Daisy, she’ll reappear when she attacks, so strike back with Vine Whip when she does!

Narcissa, use Icicles and Fade to make hit and run attacks!

The pokewomon did so, reappearing behind the plant type and blasting a handful of ice shards from her fingers and into the smaller girl’s back, side-stepping the hastily-whipped vines as she faded from view once more. The second such attack run moments later was not quite so clean as the first, with Narcissa suffering a solid lash across the stomach as she seemingly dissolved into mist.

The good Professor grimaced at the sight of his pokegirl; several of the icicles had struck hard enough that they’d actually stuck fast in the buttsprout’s back, and those that hadn’t quite managed that had still left bleeding wounds. As he watched, the yuki-onna reappeared for a fifth attack, spraying frozen spikes into the staggering buttsprout’s right-hand side before fading away with a frown of annoyance at having been clipped in the shoulder by another wild strike. Shaking his head, he held up a hand and called out to his opponent. Enough! I concede this round!

The groaning and badly bleeding buttsprout dropped to her knees, relieved that the battle had been called off before she was stabbed into unconciousness.

The blonde yuki-onna faded back into sight a few feet in front of her tamer with a small smile on her full lips, but idly rubbing the long, thin welt that had already risen on her stomach.

Harry grinned at his oldest harem member. Great job, Narcissa!

The pokewomon’s smile widened a little. Thank you, Master. I take it this was the first round?

The green-eyed tamer nodded, turning serious. Yeah. The next round is bound to be a lot tougher.

Narcissa hummed in agreement before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on her tamer’s lips. Good luck, then.

Thanks. Holding up the womon’s pokeball, Harry added. I’ll let you out as soon as I’m done here to tell you how things went, okay? At the pokewomon’s pleased nod, he tapped the button to recall her back into her ball. Looking back up the length of the arena, Harry found that the gym leader had already recalled his buttsprout, had a new pokeball rolling in his hand, and had a confidant smile on his face. The Hogwarts graduate’s hand hovered uncertainly over one pokeball, before he changed his mind and plucked another from his belt, readying it for action.

Professor Majoribanks pushed his glasses back up his nose, still smiling easily. Well… first round goes to you, my boy, but the second… on the count of three, we begin. One… two… three!

The pokeballs cracked open and disgorged their contents into the arena nearly simultaneously, and Harry blanched slightly when he found his Alpha standing opposite a short-haired and typically nude venuswhore who was Narcissa’s age, if not older, but almost certainly far more experienced in combat than the ice/psychic type. Shit. Hermione, Teleport! This proved to be an excellent opening move, as the ka-d-bra vanished in a burst of purple light just in time to avoid the Razor Leaf the venuswhore had smoothly plucked from her back and hurled in her direction. Now Confusion!

Seeing the psychic pokegirl reappear behind his pride and joy, her eyes glowing purple with power, Majoribanks smirked. Phyllida, Bloom Powder! The full-bloom pokewomon winced under the mental assult, but shook it off and rapidly fluttered the leaves on her back, sending a cloud of powder back at the ka-d-bra.

Teleport! Hermione did so, but couldn’t avoid getting briefly caught in the attack; when she reappeared her already very healthy boobs had swollen enormously and burst out of her uniform shirt, each orange-skinned mammary now easily larger than the girl’s head. With a shocked yelp the physically weak psychic fell to her hands and knees, unable to support the sudden massive growth of her tits.

Vine Bondage, and hold her tight, Phyllida! Four vines whipped out from behind the venuswhore’s back and lashed around the fallen pokegirl’s limbs, body, and forcibly enhanced breasts in a very impressive and effective demonstration of shibari. Now, reel her in for a Tackle!

Confusion, then Teleport! The ka-d-bra managed a blast of telepathic force that rocked the green-skinned pokewomon back a step, frowning in momentary befuddlement and slackening her grip just a tad. Sadly, the venuswhore recovered quickly and tightened her vines, painfully breaking Hermione’s concentration, then dragged her into a body slam that rattled her bones and blew the air from her lungs.

By this point, Beaumont was looking a mite smug. Sleep Powder, my dear.

Harry growled softly under his breath as his gasping-for-breath Alpha slumped over unconcious in the venuswhore’s vines. Damn it. He eyed the opposing tamer. Let me guess, forfeit the round, or she gets Solar Beamed?

The Professor shrugged. Not a Solar Beam, no; that’s a bit heavy-handed, and it would be a shame to sacrifice Phyllida’s regenerative ability just to annihilate an already defenseless pokegirl… but you’re definitely short on options at the moment.

’No kidding. A venuswhore like that, her Sleep Powder is going to be potent enough that Hermione won’t be waking up until someone makes her wake up, and the way things are looking now, it’ll probably involve Phyllida slamming her head through a wall.’ The younger tamer sighed, reluctantly nodding. I forfeit this round.

Good man. Release her, Phyllida. The supremely busty plant/poison type gently lowered her opponent to the ground at Harry’s feet before being recalled into her pokeball.

Kneeling at Hermione’s side, Harry lightly shook her shoulder. Hermione? Hermione? Getting nothing but soft snores and indistinct mumblings for his efforts, he sighed and recalled the ka-d-bra to her pokeball. Dusting some dirt off of his knees as he stood, Harry faced the gym leader again and considered his options. ‘He’s not grinning anymore, but he’s still looking fairly confidant… I guess whatever he uses next will be somewhere between the buttsprout and the venuswhore in terms of ability. Using a plant or poison type probably isn’t a good idea, so that just leaves me with one option.’ He unclipped the desired pokeball from his belt and expanded it into its larger configuration. Ready when you are, Professor.

One… two… three!

Two flashes of light, and there were two fresh pokegirls in the arena. On the Professor’s side was a leggy girl with green hair and grass-covered bunny-ears poking out of the top of her head, wearing tight denim overalls and not much else, and on Harry’s side was a full-figured silver-blonde pokegirl covered from head to toe in an ornate suit of dark-red plate armor.

On sighting the armored figure across from her, the bra-er rabbit beamed cheerily and waved, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Hi, I’m Bunny, and I’ll be your opponent today! If you have any particular preferences for body parts you’d like NOT to be kicked, feel free to scream them out while I’m kicking you, and I’ll consider leaving them alone, okay?

Though her face wasn’t visible, Fleur’s posture clearly asked ‘are you serious?’

Majoribanks coughed pointedly into his hand, suddenly looking much less sure of the situation. Bunny…

The ditzy girl waved reassuringly back at her tamer. Don’t sweat it Doc, I got this! That said, she launched herself at the battle angel with a cry of FLOWEEEER KIIIIIICK!

Harden!

The blonde’s armor gleamed once in the sunlight a heartbeat before the greenhead’s bare foot slammed into her armored stomach with a hefty clang, sending Fleur skidding back a little across the dirt with a mildly pained grunt and an explosion of flower petals. Thankfully she kept her footing, and came out of the attack almost entirely unscathed.

Judging by her wailing, and the way she was hopping about clutching her kicking foot, Bunny wasn’t quite so lucky…

OWIE-OWIE-OWIE-OWIE-OWIE! REGENERATE! REE-HEE-GENERAAAATE! A brilliant green energy flowed around her injured appendage, and once it faded away the grass-type gingerly set her foot back down, then assumed a more serious pose. So it’s going to be like that, is it? Alright then… Thorn Cutlass! In short order a thorn plucked from the bra-er rabbit’s ear and held aloft grew into a perfectly servicable cutlass that the bra-er rabbit twirled competently, if not expertly, before pointing it at the unimpressed armored pokegirl. Ha! Whaddaya think of that!?

A three and a half foot long sword of flame burst into life in Fleur’s hand, and she swept it up in an arc that sent the vast majority of the improvised cutlass spinning away, leaving just a few short inches of smouldering plant matter in the evolved bunnygirl’s hand as the Flame Blade spluttered and died.

Bunny dropped what was left of the destroyed weapon and shivered, suddenly teary-eyed. F-fire? Y-you’re a fire-and-steel battle angel? That’s not FAIR! Your only weakness is ground types!

The blonde grinned wickedly beneath her helm as her tamer called out to her. Burning Hands!

Eeep! The bra-er rabbit zipped back out of range of the fanning arc of flames that burst from the battle angel’s clapped hands, lobbing a Leech Seed in retaliation. The small pellet cracked against the blonde’s breastplate and stuck firm, sprouting energy-draining tendrils that began crawling across her torso.

Fleur sniffed disdainfully and began sweeping the ineffectual attack away with a flaming hand, completely missing the sly smirk on the bra-er rabbit’s face as she held up her hands, palms facing the battle angel. Fortunately for her, Harry WAS paying attention. Fleur, move!

The battle angel froze for a fraction of a second, then dove to the right just as Bunny let rip with a brilliant blast of pure solar energy; SOLAR BEEEEAAAMMM! The sheer force of the blast tore up the dirt floor, kicking up a thick cloud of dust as the grass pokegirl scorched a huge burn mark along the wall a full quarter of the way around the arena, hoping to catch the rapidly-moving blonde in the blindlingly bright attack. When the Solar Beam finally trailed off, Bunny slumped over, panting, with a light sheen of sweat on her exposed skin. Whoo… that move really takes it out of a girl… Her long ears twitched, and she groaned. Aw, poop.

The dirt-covered battle angel charged out of the slowly settling dust cloud and drove an armor-plated fist into the weary bra-er rabbit’s gut, folding her over, knocked her off her feet and onto her arse with an uppercut, then stomped a heavy boot onto her chest to pin Bunny down on her back.

Bunny blinked the stars from her vision and wheezed, squinting up at the pissed-off looking blonde standing on her chest. Owie. A feeble attempt to pry the boot off of her boobs was countered with a painfully grinding heel and a pointedly summoned flaming longsword, so the bra-er rabbit just flopped back and groaned pitifully. Alright, you win already, now could you please get off?

Both Fleur and her tamer turned to the gym leader, who stroked his beard thoughtfully for a moment then nodded, summoning Bunny back into her pokeball. Yes, you’ve won this round, and by extension the match. Well done, Mr Potter, and congratulations.

Harry grinned. Thanks Professor, and great job, Fleur! When it became clear that the fire and steel type was more interested in dusting off her armor than interacting with him, Harry sighed and recalled her, then crossed the room to where Beaumont was waiting. I guess you owe me a badge, then?

Professor Majoribanks smiled amiably, drawing a small badge from his labcoat and adopting a more official air. Indeed I do. Mr Potter, it is my distinct pleasure to award you this, the Herb Badge. Wear it with pride.

Nodding seriously, Harry accepted the badge. I will, Professor.

Nodding back equally seriously, Beaumont allowed the moment to continue before cracking a grin and shaking his head ruefully. An ice and psychic type, a psychic type, and a fire and steel type… good lord, you came prepared for plant and poison pokegirls, didn’t you?

Chuckling a little guiltily, the teen scratched the back of his head and looked pointedly away.

The botanist chuckled himself, then patted his pokeball-filled pocket. In any case, I should go take care of my girls. Show that badge to my secretary on the way out, and she’ll log your victory with the League and transfer your prize money into your account. He held out his hand. Good luck out there, Mr Potter, and again, congratulations.

The pair shook hands pleasantly before going their own seperate ways; Beaumont out through another door presumably leading to a the gym’s medical facilities, while Harry headed back out the door he’d came in through and found himself once more in the Herb Gym’s waiting room, where a strangely familiar female tamer in her early twenties was chatting with the secretary, setting up an appointment to battle Beaumont herself, by the sounds of it. Harry settled into place a little behind the woman and took his time studying her while he waited for his turn.

The tamer was of average height for her age, leaving her a little taller than the still-growing Harry, and had a rather shapely body under her worn boots, patched black cargo pants, long-sleeved pink turtleneck and black vest. Her most likely short hair was hidden under a black bandanna, and there were several piercings in her ears at the very least, from what the teen could see, and a handful of bracelets on both wrists. There was a full six pokeballs on her belt, and her pokedex looked a little battered, so she’d probably been a tamer for a good while longer than he had.

The ingenue secretary looked up from her computer screen and at the woman before her. Alright then, Professor Majoribanks will be expecting you tomorrow morning at 8:00am. Good day, and good luck tomorrow, Ms Tonks.

Harry jerked in shock, his eyebrows rising almost to his hairline. Tonks? Nymphadora Tonks?

The female tamer shuddered in disgust, whirling aorund in place with a truly furious expression on her face, her dark eyes narrowing hatefully as her hands wrapped around Harry’s throat. Who the fuck… Blinking in surprise, Tonks’ grip on the teenager’s neck relaxed as she recognised the brat in question. … Harry? Harry Potter? When the green-eyed teen nodded, Tonks dragged him into an almost smothering hug, cheering happily. Harry!

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With a broad grin on his face, Harry Potter, recent graduate of Hogwarts School of Taming’s extensive four year training program, stepped into the Pokecentre of Hogsmead village, the traditional first stop for Hogwarts graduates after the also-traditional trek through the Forbidden Forest.

The older Nurse Joy manning the front desk looked up from her computer when she heard the doors swing open, and smiled knowingly at the young tamer. Mr Potter, I expected you to arrive a couple of days ago; it usually doesn’t take a week to walk from Hogwarts to Hogsmead via the Forbidden Forest.

Harry walked up to the desk, his face the picture of innocence as he unclipped a pair of pokeballs from his belt and set them on the desk alongside his pokedex. I just got a little sidetracked, that’s all.

Smoothly plugging the pokedex into the computer and fitting the pokeballs into a tray, the Nurse Joy shook her head in bemusement as she performed the routine checks. Sidetracked… just like your father was sidetracked, no doubt.

I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Hmm. Well, aside from a little exhaustion your girls are in fine condition, so they can be returned to you within the hour. While you’re waiting, you might want to call your parents; they left a message for you just this morning that you should get in touch with them as soon as you arrived. The Joy handed him his pokedex, and with a short bow, picked up the tray with his pokegirls and strolled out back to the treatment area of the pokecentre.

As soon as the Nurse’s swaying rear had left the room, Harry glanced around the room and quickly found a row of videophones. Setting his backpack down and sitting himself down at one, the tamer tapped in the number for his family’s home and sat back to wait, tapping his fingers on the table in time to the dial tone.

After almost a full minute the call was answered, by a full-figured, sweat-sheened, wild-maned redhead in a loosely-tied bathrobe. The redhead blinked, before beaming happily, leaning in a little closer to the camera. Harry!

The boy waved. Hi Mum.

The Archmage was visibly proud as she spoke. From me, your father, and the rest of your father’s harem, congratulations on completing the first step of your journey! She eyed her offspring shrewdly. Though taking a week to make a three-day trek? Either you got lost, or you spent most of your time shagging your girls senseless now that there’s no chance of having your idiot roommates barging in and asking to join in.

Harry chuckled. Thanks Mum, and it was the second one.

Shaking her head, Lily sighed in mock exhasperation. Just like your father; I swear I couldn’t even walk straight by the time we made it out of those damn woods. And don’t think I haven’t noticed that Hermione and Daphne aren’t with you. When her offspring merely grinned sheepishly, the pokewomon rolled her eyes. Honestly… maybe I should do to you what I did to your father and find you a Vixxen, give you a taste of your own medicine.

The Tamer leered playfully at his mother’s abundant exposed cleavage Now Mum, you know you’re the only redhead for me.

Lily chuckled, pointedly (but not quickly) drawing her robes more completely closed across her chest. When you pry me from your father’s cold, dead hands, and no earlier, sweetie.

The teen snapped his fingers. Damn.

The redhead chuckled a little more at their old joke, before sighing, her smile fading a bit. I’m afraid the message we left at the pokecentre wasn’t just so your father and I could congratulate you.

Oh?

Lily leaned back, crossing her arms. Yes… you’ve probably heard that your father was asked to assist the Blue League with investigating Malfoy and his cronies?

Harry nodded slowly. I read a little about it in the newspapers, and Draco wouldn’t shut up about it.

Well, thanks to Lucius’ meticulous recordkeeping we’ve been able to recover a great deal of illegal and questionable equipment, as well as recover scores of stolen pokegirls… but a few things have turned up missing that, frankly, worry us. There are several illegally modified pokeballs missing from Malfoy’s collection, a Dark Elf, and several elemental stones, including a moonstone, are also missing.

It didn’t take more than a second for Harry to add the emphasis to the moonstone to the Dark Elf and come up with; A Dark Lady?

Lily nodded, pleased that her child put the clues together so quickly. We’ve already interrogated Lucius and almost everyone connected to him without finding a trace, but Lucius knowingly turned a blind eye whenever his son ‘borrowed’ a few things, so it’s likely that Draco is in possession of the missing property and the potential Dark Lady.

Harry winced. Draco Malfoy, as in Draco ‘Irritating Shit Who Wants Me Dead’ Malfoy, has a Dark Lady?

It’s a strong possibility, yes.

Great. The Tamer thought it over a little more. I don’t think even he’s stupid enough to try something this close to Hogwarts; Dumbledore would tear him a new asshole, Dark Lady or not. And with Hermione’s telepathy and teleportation it shouldn’t be a problem avoiding him.

Just in case, we’ve arranged a little something that could prove useful if you’re forced into a confrontation. The Archmage held up a pokeball, before teleporting it into Harry’s lap with a wave of her fingers. If Malfoy’s records are correct, this is Draco’s mother and the missing Dark Elf’s sister. If he’s anything like his father, Draco will be more insulted than anything else at the prospect of fighting his mother, but by all accounts Narcissa, this pokemon, and Bellatrix, the Dark Elf, were very close. There might be some hesitation on Bellatrix’s part.

Harry picked up the pokeball and studied it silently for a long moment before pointing out; Dark Ladies are notorious for hating everyone and everything, with the possible exception of their master.

… you can always come home until this is sorted out. The redhead looked almost hopeful at the prospect.

The Hogwarts graduate sighed, running a hand through his hair thoughtfully. … no. No, with Hermione and Daphne at my side, I can sure as hell deal with one idiot with a Dark Lady he can’t even control.

Lily looked at once exasperated, worried, and fiercely proud. You got that attitude from your father, of course.

Everything good from you, everything annoying and annoying but lovable from him, I know. Harry frowned faintly. Where is Dad, anyway?

The redhead grinned. Oh… he’s just a little tied up at the moment.

Harry groaned. And you say I’m bad… give him my best, would you?

The Archmage nodded, leaning forward to kiss the screen. I will. Call often, and be careful out there, sweetie.

Will do. Love you, Mum.

The connection cut, and Harry stared thoughtfully at the blank screen before shouldering his backpack and walking back to the front desk, once more staffed by the Nurse Joy. Any rooms free, Ma’am?

The Nurse Joy smiled, handing the Tamer a keycard. Plenty. Most graduates breeze through town a couple of days after graduation, but the few really good ones… and the few really bad ones… always take their time.

Harry raised an eyebrow playfully as he took the offered card. Really? So which one would I be? A really good tamer, or a really bad tamer?

The pinkette tapped her lip thoughtfully with a small smirk on her lips. Hmm… hard to say without proper testing… why don’t I drop by your room after my shift is over, and you can try and impress me?

It would be my pleasure, Nurse.

The Nurse Joy grinned wickedly. You’ve got four hours to rest then, Mr Potter. Make them count.

Strolling to his room with an eager smile, Harry popped open the door and dropped his pack at the foot of the bed before eyeing the accomodations; large bed, nice decorations, and a second door in the room… it looked like he’d been given one of the few non-spartan rooms offered in every pokecentre, usually handed out on a first-come, first-served basis. Opening the only other door in the room, Harry was relieved to find the expected small bathroom. Great, no public bathroom for me tonight.

Stripping off his jacket and shirt, Harry chucked them onto the bed, but paused when his eye caught on the gleaming new pokeball his mother had sent him. Curious, he plucked it up and held it out, tapping the single button on the device to release it’s inhabitant.

A stream of energy flowed out of the orb and into the form of a tall, curvacious, stunningly beautiful blonde, pale of skin and hair and with cool blue eyes, dressed in a form-fitting white robe with pale blue snowflakes and holding a similarly colored umbrella. The blonde blinked away a moment of disorientation before her eyes fell on the slightly shorter young man before her, the slim yet muscular torso unabashedly on display held her attention for a long moment, before her gaze wandered up to the extraordinarily familiar untamable black hair and emerald-green eyes. Harry, I presume? Or would you prefer Master?

The Tamer blinked, his eyes snapping up from gazing at her white-painted lips to meet the pokewomon’s eyes. … I think we’d both be more confortable with ‘Master’ for the time being. He tugged his pokedex from his back pocket and held the scanner up, tapping the proper key.

The small computer scanned the female, before chirping back the results.

Breed: Yuki-Onna, the Cool-and-Sexy pokegirl. Chipped.

Owner: Harry James Potter.

Name: Narcissa.

Harry tapped the key again, cancelling the rest of the description. A yuki-onna… impressive. Did my parents tell you why they were giving you to me?

Narcissa nodded hesitantly. Draco hates you, and he has most likely evolved my sister into a Dark Lady in an effort to overpower your pokegirls and kill you. I was given to you to help protect you… Master.

Nodding, the Tamer casually tossed the pokedex onto the bed and resumed undressing. Yep, that’s pretty much the story. No offense, but your breed was primarily built for infiltration and seduction, and in a straight fight a Dark Lady would pretty much stomp up and down your sexy ass before waltzing over and ripping my head off, so if Draco shows up with a Dark Lady in tow, the plan is to teleport the hell away with the help of Hermione, my Ka-D-Bra and our Alpha.

Noticably relieved, Narcissa watched with undisguised interest as Harry kicked off his shoes and socks, unbuckled his belt, and dropped his pants. Is there anything I can help you with, Master?

Hm… it’s been about a week since I’ve had a proper shower, so I was planning on taking my time. Why don’t you join me?

Smiling seductively, the Yuki-Onna set her umbrella aside and tugged loose the ties fastening her robe to her gorgeous body. Sliding the robe off and folding it neatly, she was about to turn and set it aside before her Tamer spoke up sharply.

Stop.

Narcissa froze a little nervously, before she noticed the ferociously hard state of his erection and the look of intense hunger in her Master’s eyes. Those almost impossibly green orbs had darkened and were wandering up and down her body, drinking in the sight of her all-white undergarments. Her thigh-high stockings and the garter holding them up, her lacy, french cut thong panties, the corset that cupped and displayed her large breasts so enticingly, and the fingerless, bicep-length gloves of the same silky material as her stockings.

My mother bought those clothes for you, didn’t she? When the blonde nodded, Harry grinned. My God do I love that woman. Okay Narcissa, new plan; keep those clothes on and get comfortable, because I’m going to have a quick shower and then I’m going to spend the next four hours fucking your brains out.

The Yuki-Onna gaped slightly. Four hours, Master?

Yeah. Harry answered absently over his shoulder as he strode to the ensuite. I’m expecting one of the Nurse Joys to show up about then, so I’m afraid I’ll have to split my attentions between the two of you.

As the shower fired up in the next room, Narcissa stared at the open doorway, faintly shocked even as licked her lips in hopeful anticipation. Four hours… oh my…

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