章 36: Chapter 36
Shaking his head, he made to free his arm. "Just for a minute or two. You need to dress up and have something to eat. I'm pretty sure none of us ate in th–"
"I need no sustenance." She refused to let go, then—to his utter shock—she pressed his palm upon her breasts. "I need only one thing, Harry."
Something was wrong. Too wrong.
Lily was awake when she shouldn't be, and judging from her eyes; showed no sign of her recent misery and despair.
More telling than that however, was the fact that she was doing her best in driving him mad. Her legs rubbed against each other, with one soft toe coming to massage his back from behind.
Her hands were gripping onto his palm, forcing it to explore the softness of those massive tits as she moaned. And her eyes...
Dear Merlin, her eyes. Gone was the cold glint, the casual unconcern that had just been present now...
The fiery green orbs were now glinting with a chilling arousal and need, staring at him in craved worship.
'Something is wrong. I can feel it.'
"Please, love..." She breathed upon his fingers, peppering them with kisses. "You won't leave me, will you? You promised..."
With a deep breath and surprising composure—At least, without Occlumency—he firmly took hold of her hand, and freed himself from her grasp. With his superhuman physique, it wasn't even a challenge.
"You're tired, Lily. You need some rest." He said, turning around, his mind a whirlwind of chaos and arousal. "I'll be back in a sec–"
"P-please..." Her voice, now softer and gentler than he'd ever heard, tugged at his heart fiercely. "Don't leave...please. Y-you promised...You said..."
He came to a halt.
'Promise me...' Hermione's voice replaced hers in Harry's mind. 'Promise me you won't go...'.
He was back beside Lily in an instant—who's pushed herself to sit up—cursing himself for a fool but taking her sobbing figure into his arms nonetheless.
Even knowing something was horrifyingly wrong with the woman, he couldn't bear to hear her cries.
"Shh, calm now Lily." He whispered soothingly, tracing circles upon her very naked back. "I'm not going anywhere."
What he didn't anticipate was Lily suddenly surging forward again, throwing her arms around him as she thrust her breasts into his naked chest.
"Oh, Harry..." She breathed out as he froze up, feeling the softness of her massive globes being squeezed against him, the firm reddish tips of her nipples poking against his chest...
"...Lily." He groaned out in pleasure and utter bewildering surprise. "What has gotten into you, woman? Do you want me to live the rest of my very short life in guilt and misery?"
It was her turn of freezing up now, and her moaning face twisted up in a distressed frown. "No! No, Harry...I only want to please you! Don't you see? I'm finally free! Free to protect you with all my being, to put myself fully into your service. I'm glad that your father is dead. It has made me realize what I truly want. My greatest desire...you."
And then she kissed him. Not the tender and soft kind that he would expect from the woman, but one full of passion and love unmatched by any being he'd ever been with. Her tongue demanded entry to his mouth and he found himself in a losing battle of resistance as his mind warred with himself.
'This is so fucking wrong.' A part of him whispered, while the other part argued back. 'Is it? This is not the weirdest thing you've seen in your life. Perhaps it's just your muggle morality holding you back?'
Finally she pried his mouth open—or well, he let her—and the wetness of her tongue began to ravage him in a messy kiss.
'This is not Lily...' Another part of his mind whispered, even as the rest struggled to push her away.
'She's not alright...' James' last words rang in his mind. 'Do what you must...'
Did he truly mean this?
Did he truly mean for Harry to satisfy this...this creature that seemed to have taken Lily's place?
Yet, even as the smaller parts wondered and argued, the large part, the aroused part, began dominating his desires...and his actions.
His shaft now stood hard and ready, its head poking out—too big for his undergarment to hide completely. His mind was buzzing, unable to think clearly through the haze of lust.
He didn't stop her when her soft hand gently traced down from his stomach to the tip of his shaft. He didn't resist anymore as she began massaging his cock, all the while her mouth tried ravaging him raw.
A chilling wave of pleasure went through him, and he found himself suddenly pushing the woman away, his mind a mess of conflicting emotions, not knowing what he was doing and not knowing how to proceed.
Lily stared up at him, hurt and uncertain as Harry towered above her, catching his breath.
A drop of sweat trickled down from his chin, and in a moment of clarity, his eyes took in the room; the low light perfect for a romantic evening, the bed big enough for two to wrestle, and the beautiful goddess looking up at him; holding her breath for his judgement, fearful of rejection…
"Lily...you don't want this. You really don't." He breathed out, trying one last time to focus upon his Occlumency, and push away the haze of lust. "The best case, you'll wake up tomorrow regretting the night. The worst case...I will ruin you."
But the challenging smile that he received as his answer was the last stroke that broke his resistance…
And he decided.
Harry wouldn't consider himself overly prideful...but when a woman forces herself on him and acts like she's the one in control...
Well, suffice it to say he did not like that. Not one bit.
And even if that woman was his biological mother, he felt himself wanting to prove to her...how pathetically stupid it was to wind him up...
"What if I want to be ruined?" She moaned out.
And he lost his mind.
He threw himself at her—ignoring her shriek of joy and surprise—closing their distance in a single motion.
He pushed her down on her back, one hand holding her still while the other ripped away his pants, finally releasing his pent up shaft in all its gigantic glory.
There was no more talking for them anymore, no more hesitation. They were past all that nonsense.
He dove down to her mouth, kissing her full and pouty lips with overflowing passion. There was no contest this time, simply domination. Her tender tongue could only let herself be ravaged as he sucked her mouth off, his lips mashing into hers.
If anything though, she responded with even greater passion, buckling underneath him to spread her legs wide open—granting his throbbing cock entry to her lower lips—right leg climbing up to wrap around his waist to force him inside.
But he held out stubbornly.
Ignoring her desperate groan of need, he simply rubbed his shaft up and down her wet lips, grinding hard but never penetrating.
His mouth started making its way down from her lips to her throat, leaving love bites all over her neck as he traveled further down, to her divine breasts.
For a second he simply watched, taking in the full round globes rising up and down with awe. Then his control frayed and he fell upon them with teeth and tongue, mauling the plump flesh like a hungry beast.
Her breasts—as big as Dora's metamorphed ones—jiggled mightily under his savage attack as he began licking and biting the soft mountains, burying his face deeper and deeper into her bountiful cleavage to breathe in the sweet fragrance of her sweaty flesh.
Lily struggled underneath him—not content with lying still—arching her back up and down to pump her two globes deeper into his mouth.
His bites and kisses lingered all over her perky mountains—leaving deep teeth marks upon them—before he started making his way further down.
Her stomach was taut and smooth; too perfect and fit for a mother of four. His lips left a wet trail along her pale skin, mapping every part of her body.
He sucked upon her slim waist before heading down, his tongue leaving a long trail of wetness on her smooth skin, making its way for her child-bearing hips.
He halted for a second, catching his breath, while his eyes continued to devour her body.
Lily Potter was what dreams were made of; fantastic and awe-inspiring. She was the thing that left your heart in shambles when you woke up and realized it wasn't real.
Her skin was perfect as an unblemished jade, smoother than the smoothest silk. She smelled of roses and water lilies, tasted like the sweetest apple and spiciest chili. Her body; divine and mature.
Never had Harry Potter ever laid with a woman of such beauty, grace, and maturity. Her moans spoke more of sex than any of his previous lovers had...
And a part of him, deep and dark and broken as an egg shell, felt a black excitement spread through his member when he remembered who exactly was beneath him. His mother, Lily Potter.
And tonight, Harry was going to show her the ever expanding boundaries of his appreciation.
Thus he began his mission, his tongue restarting their work to show his utmost appreciation for the redheaded goddess, finally reaching her womanly slit.
Bright pink and nubile, it sat glistening like the most beautiful flower, ready to be kissed and pampered….
Harry wasted no time; diving straight in.
A high moan filled up the room as his tongue slithered around the pink lips, tasting the wetness, before finally digging inside.
And then came the skill Harry took great pride in; eating the flower.
Harry doubted any other Parselmouth had ever used their ability as such, but through the years of experimentation, he'd found a wondrous use for his Parseltongue.
Ginny loved to call it the 'Pleasuretongue', a language only a chosen few could learn.
Needless to say, with Harry being the creator of it, there was not a single soul more experienced in the language of pleasure.
The evidence came in the form of moan-filled shrieks from Lily Potter, her legs lurching and jolting wildly as waves of pleasure wrecked her body, and yet his tongue continued exploring.
Her hand came to rest behind Harry's head, fingers digging into his scalp with desperate need, and he gladly suckled upon her tender clit like a divine feast, tasting the sweetness of her soft flesh.
"Ooh, love, yes...Never stop...never...I'm so close...so...ahh..."
Just when her hips started convulsing however, Harry stopped his passionate ministrations, swatting her hand aside to push himself back up, and coming to rest between her legs.
Lily let out a groan of displeasure, but could do no more than brace herself as he groped her plump butt with one hand holding her in place while he aimed his shaft with another.
A few experimental rubs upon her lips to judge her wetness, and he plunged deep inside the woman with no further preamble.
Lily Potter gasped out, her every muscle appearing to suddenly give out simultaneously as Harry sawed his way in. His shaft reveled in her heat and tightness, enjoying the sensation of being enveloped in her juices with every thrust.
Barely a single stroke in, and Harry found his new sheathe spasming around his sword, contracting around him; trying to squeeze him for all he was worth, and sending waves of euphoric pleasures through him.
Though he doubted his pleasure was anywhere comparable to Lily's, considering the shriek of pure pleasure that leapt out of her throat; pushing herself in the bed, her hands flailing around his body trying to pull his shaft deeper and deeper.
He didn't let her, unwilling to let her have any control.
He had a promise to fulfill after all. A promise to utterly ruin her.
He knelt up upon the bed, lifting her hips in the air without stopping.
Then, with both hands holding her hips up in mid-air—and her face still buried on the bed—he started fucking her with an inhuman might. Slow and steady at first, one stroke at a time, before building pace.
The clapping sound echoed through the room as their hips met in the air, and with each clap came a gasp and moan from the woman beneath him.
Her legs tried wrapping around his waist, but he didn't let her, trapping them in place beneath his elbows as he drove into her faster and faster, enjoying her helplessness.
And as she finally submitted herself, he closed his eyes, simply enjoying each wave of pleasure that the tightness of her tunnel brought forth with every stroke.
When the first flickers of excitement began building within his groin, he let go of her legs and pushed their waists back down upon the bed.
Still pistoning inside her, he propped her legs above his shoulder and started to truly give her the fucking she deserved.
Rapid, powerful strokes pierced her channels, eliciting another string of loud moans as she bucked under him.
Uncaring, he kept up his fucking, coming to lean above her with his hands on either side of her head.
His eyes scanned her up and down; the giant globes jiggling with each powerful stroke, the slender neck glistening with sweat, the perfect pouty mouth letting out arousing little shrieks and moans, and finally...
Their eyes met, two emerald pairs of orbs staring deep within each other's souls.
And Harry could see—Lily or not—the love hidden behind the pleasure-wrecked eyes of lust...and he fell down upon her lips, taking her into a passionate kiss while still staring into her eyes, plundering her mouth in a show of dominance.
His balls began churning at the same perfect instant that Lily came for the second time.
And with their mouths still clasped, their eyes onto each other, Harry finally rode out one of the most pleasurable orgasms of his entire life, shooting deep strings of his love straight in her womb, her tunnel milking him for all he was worth as it convulsed in its own pleasure.
In the aftermath, as they lay gasping onto each other, he knew their day wasn't over.
Even as tired as they were, having fought an entire battle, they wouldn't be getting any rest tonight, and Harry had no problems with it.
His day may have started unpleasantly—with teaching Malfoy and his goons a lesson—but it shall end with extreme pleasure—buried deep inside Lily Potter as he passes out.
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The 1994 Quidditch world cup final was a day that shall be remembered by wizards all over the world as the beginning of a new era.
The day when the winds of the wizarding world began changing, the day when a new age, a darker age, was born.
Cursed as the Red Hour by many who survived the horrific evening for the lives that were lost, and the Black Day by Ministries across the world as they saw an increased presence of dark wizards prowling their streets, the day soon became infamous amongst the magical societies.
One thing was certain; it would not be forgotten for many years to come.
Of course; as a day memorable enough to go down in the histories, the stories told about it became the next biggest global topic for the wizarding world. The crowd that survived the Red Hour took their experience to every corner of the world, becoming mini-celebrities in their own rights.
It was natural for the stories to differ, as the events were experienced by differing perspectives and varied eyes. But one common subject that every being agreed upon was the hero of the story, soon identified as one, Harry James—may his soul rest in heaven—Potter.
The sight of Harry Potter—and his lesser remembered companions—defeating the villains of that dark night stayed a common event in every retelling of the story. And in a single night, the brother of the Boy-Who-Lived—later rectified—became the newest wizarding sensation.
Stories of him bravely defending the crowd from flying terrorists soon became the favorite tale to tell in every house and tavern.
So when the news of his identity as the true Boy-Who-Lived—along with eye-witness reports of him fighting and stalling the notorious Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald—came to light, not a single soul cast doubts upon it. Especially when it was backed by the English and African government.
Instead, it simply strengthened the legend of Harry Potter even more. The-Boy-Who-Lived was the least of his titles. Some of the fanatical ones included Merlin's Parousia, Light Lord, Hand of Justice, and the Boy-Who-Shall-Conquer.
In normal times, such extreme cultist views wouldn't be tolerated by the governments.
Yet, knowing the dark and trying times ahead, the other ministries had no choice but to start promoting his name in hopes of establishing a heroic figure to control and calm the masses.
So when the rumors of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named returning were confirmed by the British government, people did not hide or cower away in fear. They chanted the name of Harry Potter, their faith in their new hero rising with every story told.
No one cared when the stories soon became blatant embellishments of the original. No one cared when stories of Harry Potter outright defeating the Dark Lord began circulating in households. No one cared when they soon turned into Harry casually overpowering the Dark Lord.
And while some did cast doubts when stories of Harry Potter punching the Dark Lord in the face emerged, they were, nonetheless, lapped up like every other story.
The world needed a hero to place their trust into in such trying times, and Harry Potter was simply there at the right time to become that figure.
In only three days since the event, every newspaper in the magical world had Harry Potter on their front page. Even the harshest of critics were mum when it came to their newly hailed savior.
Through all this new fervor for Harry Potter however, there was one person who was floundering to arrange a meeting with him, his own Minister: Amelia Bones. Desperately trying to maintain a calm in the Ministry, the woman had no time to rest. No time at all.
The general public may get swayed by the Potter charm, but the British ministry knew how precarious their situation truly was. The deaths of James Potter and Rufus Scrimgeour had left behind a gaping hole in the Ministry's leadership, and Bones was having trouble finding anyone to fill that up.
At such trying times, they needed a leader as outspoken and charming as James Potter. They needed someone who can inspire awe and wonder in the uncertain hearts of their people.
They needed a symbol for people to place their trust in.
Unfortunately for them, Harry Potter had stolen that job away, and it would be foolish for them to promote someone else.
Now Amelia was left with quite a difficult task of convincing Harry Potter to give her the time of day.
More importantly, to form at least a simple connection with the new Boy-Who-Lived, if not outright convince him to take the position as the Head of Aurors.
It was a daunting task of course, and Amelia Bones couldn't decide if it was worth being a Minister still.
Even if she somehow forced the two overprotective witches to stand aside, how do you convince a 14 year old superstar to willingly become their spokesperson? To willingly give up his ambition and friends, and lead a group of veteran Aurors?
She couldn't just order him to do so; it would be a political suicide. She couldn't offer him wealth or authority; he was currently the biggest name in the world.
She couldn't even offer him knowledge or power; the boy was strong enough to hold off Grindelwald. And he would soon become the new Lord Potter, having access to ancient family magic.
What could Amelia Bones offer Harry Potter….?
Her mind suddenly went back to the jumble of memories she'd seen in Auror Tonks' head, and she felt her cheeks flush.
…..What do you offer a growing teen who could go on for 5 hours straight?
Amelia Bones' flush deepened further.
'Merlin, this is such a mess.'
Hopefully the coming days will prove kinder.
Upon her and the entire Wizarding world. For she knew...
Dark times were upon them. And there was nothing to do but brace for it.
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AN: Done! Finally!
Firstly, there was soo much I wanted to get out in this chapter. There was supposed to be an overall reaction, Dumbledore pov, the plans ahead, the Weasley, Tonks, and Potter sisters reaction...
Unfortunately Lily hogged the entire chapter for herself. If you guys didn't enjoy it then that's completely her fault.
Anyway, let me know what you think. The Void will be talked about in further details, and no the original Lily is not gone. Harry will seduce her too. Not everything is alright with them, and you'll kinda see what the situation is in the next chapter, though everything will only be explained when Elemental magic is touched upon in further detail.
...Yeah, her change in personality comes from failing to master an element, though her particular reaction is unique to her...which means no, you won't see everyone who failed to master an element become a sex craving monster. I wouldn't be spoiling this here normally (I kept it from pat reons) but I know most of you don't have the same kind of patience so...well, now you know.
Also, I'm pretty sure there would still be some of you who'd bash the sex scene as disgusting or whatever. Please, for my peace and yours, move on. My fics are not for everyone, and there are thousands of writers on ffn. You've literally been warned multiple times but if you're still sticking around to complain then its your and your fault alone.
Lastly, thnx for all the reviews! Ch.17 was the first chapter to cross 100+ reviews in any of my fics! Appreciate all the support!
mirenes77: I don't plan the delays mate. If a chapter is longer than usual, it takes extra time. Nothing I can do about it.
TrumpasaurusRex: You talk as if they have their mouths open, drool dripping down their lips every time a woman passes by them. 'The other thing I don't like about this story is your made up nonsense about levels' 'There's no such thing in canon' These two lines tell me all about your preferences. Hate to break it for you lad but I'm not following canon. Don't care if it looks stupid, I want it so I've written it.
Uchiha ASHU: Glad you enjoyed!
Roja25: Lol you realize I'm not your personal writing machine dude? I've got a life outside of this. Took a small break cause I was burnt out (which you'd have known if you read MGO's AN. I'm guessing you didn't). And yes, out of all my three fics, SOW is probably a little harder to write cause it focuses more on world and character building. Not that I'm not interested, but it just takes time. Still, don't let this change your decision in dropping the fic.
thunderofdeath97: He will start using elemental magic eventually. You're about to get a fun training arc soon.
sayianhund: Its actually stated in the book that they kissed (I don't think Ginny will lie about something like this). Don't let innocent little Harry's perspective fool you.
Red's Melancholy: You're most likely right about the povs, but it really helps me write the story. Also, this is my first foray into it so I'm definitely not going to be perfect. But, I can only improve with time.
daniel2610994: Lol things are about to change for the good guys. Also, thnx for all the reviews! ;)
TBWL713: This was what I feared. People who'll now think Harry matches Grindelwald equally. He doesn't. The only thing he did was survive a couple rounds of spells with the help of his team and mother—who actually landed the main attack—enabling him to close in. Even then, he used physical attack to slip through his magical senses. In a 1v1, as Harry is now? Grindel will bully him. Also, just keep this in mind: Skill vs power. People don't become higher leveled cause they're more powerful, but cause they're more skilled. If you compare the two fights, you'll see the consistency. If not...well, idk then. Makes sense to me.
1529: wtf, no! Had to do a quick google search for this...Hermione is definitely 15 in gof. If she was 16, she'd be the same age as Fred and George Weasley.
Well...that's all for today, hope you guys enjoyed!
I'll see you all in the next chapter. Good day/night, and peace!
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P.S: Took a a few days break from writing cause I was too exhausted. The schedule should be more or less on point now, give or take a day or two. Next chap will drop between 10-12 June.
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