A Chance Encounter Across Time and Space (Patreon)

“Fuck!” Ciri grunted as a bullet grazed her shoulder.

Turning a sharp corner in the impossibly tall building, she nearly flew through the entrance to the stairwell and looked up.  Spotting the stairs about three stories up, she disappeared in a flash of green light as she willed herself to appear on them.

“Where’d she go?” one of the goons following her asked in frustration.

“You three head downstairs; we’ll head upstairs,” another one said. “The bitch can’t have gotten far.”

“Shit,”Ciri thought to herself as she continued to climb quickly.

She needed to reach the roof; if she could do that, then she could spot a random rooftop and teleport herself there.  Given how tits up things had gone so far, she didn’t want to risk returning to the safehouse or any of the other spots she had frequented in case these corporate dickheads were waiting for her.

“There she is!” she heard one of the goons exclaim.

Gunfire quickly followed, and she opened the first door she reached, slipping inside and closing it behind her.  The room was empty, thankfully, and it gave her a moment to plan.  She needed to give herself some breathing room, and killing her most immediate pursuers was the best way she could think of to accomplish that.

“There are only three of them,” Ciri thought to herself as she drew her sword. “I just need to wait.”

As if on cue, she heard one of the thugs on the other side of the door say, “she ran in here.”

Taking a steadying breath, Ciri focused on the part of the stairwell that she had just been in and appeared there less than a second later.  With one slash, she beheaded one of the three thugs and slit the throat of the second.

“How the fucAAHHH!” the third one screamed as Ciri sliced off his arms at the elbow, sending them and his rifle to the ground.

Thrusting her blade through his throat, she reduced his screams to gurgles.  Sighing in relief as she pulled her sword free and watched him fall next to the other two, she wiped the blade clean on her sleeve before sheathing it.

“I just had to get involved,” she thought to herself, rolling her eyes at her own stupidity as she continued climbing the stairs. “I couldn’t just lay low and mind my own fucking business in this world that Eredin’s navigators are apparently having trouble finding; no, I just had to take risks.”

Ciri had been in this utterly bizarre world for nearly two months at that point, longer than she had spent in any one world since she had freed Geralt from the Wild Hunt, or at least since she and Avallac’h were separated.  Although it had taken a while to get used to the constant noise, unceasing light, and radically different people, she had found that she rather liked it.  You could fit most of the cities that she had ever been in inside this Night City, and the sheer number of people around her had taken some getting used to, but she had met a few that made her stay worthwhile.  One in particular was why she was here in the first place.

“Why am I such a sucker for a pretty face?”she bemoaned in her mind. “I could have just told Sophie no, that it was a bad idea and would probably go poorly, but I just had to let those doe eyes get to me.  Doe eyes and a smashing arse...and possibly the greatest pair of tits I’ve ever seen...magical tongue too.  Geralt would understand, though Yenn would still have my hide for being this stupid.”

As she finally reached the door leading out to the roof, she used the keycard she had swiped on her way out of the server room to open it and walked out into the cool night air.  The blinding neon lights all around her still bothered her after all this time, and she just hoped that she’d get used to it eventually.  Walking out onto the edge of the roof, Ciri looked around to try and find an unoccupied rooftop that she could teleport onto when she was rudely interrupted.

CRASH

Ciri looked behind her and felt her heart start racing at the sight she beheld.  There was a large hole in the floor through which she had just crashed one of the most terrifying things she had ever laid eyes on.  Since arriving in this world, she had met many people who had been augmented with various mechanical parts to upgrade their bodies, but none had ever looked like this.  More machine than man, the cyborg in front of her was enormous, standing over six and a half feet tall with a broad mechanical body that she knew could rip her limb from limb with ease.  The only flesh he seemed to have left was the upper half of his face, from his bald scalp down to his nose and cheeks, though even that she could not be certain of.  Glowing red lights in the shape of eyes glared down at her balefully as she pondered if it wasn’t time to flee this world all together.

“What a prime piece of fuckmeat you are!” the cyborg chuckled.

“Adam Smasher,” Ciri said, managing to keep her voice calm through sheer experience in life-threatening situations alone. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Politeness won’t help you, girl,” Smasher said. “That was some very sensitive data you helped your little netrunner access tonight.  I’m going to enjoy extracting their identity from you.”

“This place is a front for Arasaka?!” Ciri thought to herself, in shock. “What the fuck, Sophie!?”

“As much fun as that sounds, I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline,” Ciri said, preparing to fling herself through time and space.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t come quietly,” Smasher laughed.

Part of Ciri honestly wished that the Wild Hunt would appear right now, if only so she could let them and this metal monster tear each other apart as she fled.  Without another word, she disappeared in a flash of green light, leaving behind a very confused and enraged cyborg.

“Note to self; do not let the next beautiful woman you see lure you into doing something stupid,” she thought to herself as she made her way to another world at random.

“OUI, OUI!” an absolutely musical female voice shrieked as Ciri appeared.

Taking a moment to orient herself and gain her bearings, she immediately noticed the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, nearly drowned out by pleasured screams, and the unmistakable smell of sex.  The ornate-looking room she had appeared inside absolutely reeked of it, as though the couple she had stumbled upon had been at this for hours, and if the look of their sweaty forms was any indication, they probably had.

“‘Arder, ‘Arry!” the goddess in front of her cried. “‘Arder, I’m so close!”

Ciri had never wandered in on Geralt and Yennifer having sex, something she was grateful for, but if she ever had, she imagined that it would have looked something like this.  The blonde woman being fucked up against a wall was easily as attractive as any of the magically enhanced sorceresses that she had known.  Her beauty was on par with that of Margarita, one of the first women to make Ciri realize that she preferred women, or even Francesca.

The man, meanwhile, was also gorgeous from what she could see, standing tall and muscular with lightly tanned skin and long, messy black hair that reached his shoulders.  She was tempted to compare him to some of the witchers she had known, especially with the handful of scars that littered his form.  One in particular on his shoulder, which looked like it was from a large tooth, added to the comparison.

“‘ARRY!” the blonde shrieked as she came undone, fluids gushing from her spasming cunt all over the floor.

“Fuck, Fleur!” the man, apparently named Arry, grunted as he spilled inside her.

The two clung to each other as their mutual orgasms hit, and Ciri decided that she had seen more than enough.  Truth be told, it was a miracle that she hadn’t stumbled on more scenes like this in her travels, particularly when she was fleeing for her life and wasn’t paying that much attention to her destination.  Stepping forward as she prepared to jump to another world, she failed to notice the slick puddle by her foot and slipped.  So quick was her sudden fall that she failed to brace herself and she slammed face first into the floor.  Her last thought before her world went black was how ridiculous it would be if slipping on cunt juice, which she realized the fluid she had stepped in was, was what did her in after all that she had survived.

*****

“That was amazing!” Fleur cooed, burying her face in Harry’s shoulder and inhaling his manly scent that never failed to drive her wild.

“I could tell,” Harry said with a smile. “Your accent always thickens when you’re about to cum really hard.”

Living for so many years in England, Fleur’s once thick French accent had faded quite a bit.  She still didn’t pronounce her Hs, but Harry would never complain about that.  He had adored the way that she said his name since the first time it graced her perfect lips.  It was only when she was particularly out of her mind in pleasure or enraged that her accent thickened back up.

“I love you, mon tresor,” Fleur said.

“I love you too,” Harry replied before kissing her deeply.

“Now, let me down and let’s see if I can wal…” Fleur trailed off with a gasp. “‘Arry, there’s someone here.”

“What?” Harry asked, as he turned around and noticed a woman lying on the ground, bleeding from her head. “Shit!”

Walking Fleur over the bed, he let her down lightly and moved to investigate their intruder.  A mop of ashen blonde hair spilled across the floor, but he could still see the blood leaking onto it.  She was dressed as a muggle, albeit so strangely that he wouldn’t be surprised to learn that she was a witch even if she hadn’t managed to get through their wards, and she had a sword of all things strapped to her back.

“We need to stop the bleeding if we’re going to find out ‘ow she got in ‘ere,” Fleur said, joining him on shaky legs.

“I’ll bind her while you treat her,” Harry said, casting a quick couple of spells to make sure that the woman couldn’t move.

Fleur got to work, brushing her hair out of her face to let her see the wound.  Despite the blood, it didn’t appear that bad, though the scar on the poor woman’s cheek certainly was.  Casting a diagnostic spell, she breathed a sigh of relief.

“There’s no damage to ‘er skull or brain, though a concussion is still possible,” Fleur said, sealing the wound. “I think she slipped on my fluids.”

“Who needs security or wards when they could just have puddles of Veela squirt?” Harry quipped, making her roll her eyes and smile.

“Alright,” Fleur said as she finished. “I dealt with the ‘ead wound, but I detected another injury.  ‘Elp me take off this odd leather jacket.”

“I’ll take off the sword first,” Harry said, carefully removing the strap that held it to the woman’s back.  Once he was done, he took off her jacket, revealing that she had a little gash along her right shoulder.”

“I think she was shot,” Harry said.

“A gun?” Fleur asked as she sealed up that wound. “I ‘ave so many questions.”

“I’ll say...ehh,” Harry hissed as he nicked himself on the blade. “This is real, by the way.”

“Clearly,” Fleur said flatly, casting a quick, silent healing charm on his thumb. “Whoever this woman is, she‘s clearly been through a lot.”

“The scar on her arm looks like it came from an animal of some sort,” Harry said, “and the one on her cheek looks like it was from some kind of projectile.”

“I would wager she ‘as quite a few more under these clothes,” Fleur said. “This woman ‘as likely seen more combat than you, mon amour.”

“She has no wand,” Harry said as he finished searching through her belongings.

“She can’t be a muggle,” Fleur said. “She would ‘ave been turned away by the muggle-repelling ward.  Could her sword be magical?”

“It doesn’t feel like it,” Harry said. “She didn’t trip any of the alarms, meaning that she didn’t break through the wards.  It’s almost like she apparated in.”

“But the wards would ‘ave stopped ‘er,” Fleur said.

“Right,” Harry said, walking over to his chest and disappearing inside for a moment.

When he reemerged, he was holding a clearly enchanted collar made of what looked like bronze.

“A magical neutralizer,” Fleur commented. “Smart.”

“According to Kingsley, these things have been an ever bigger help to the aurors than I thought,” Harry said.

“I know that the French aurors ‘ave been subtly inquiring about buying some of them from you,” Fleur said. “Speaking of aurors, should we floo them?”

“No, not yet,” Harry said. “There are too many mysteries about this woman, and I want to get some answers and determine whether or not she’s a threat before I even think of involving anyone else.”

“I guess we could stick ‘er one of the cells down in the dungeon,” Fleur said. “I cannot believe that we’re actually making use of it.”

“The only reason I didn’t do away with it entirely when I took possession of Grimmauld Place was because I feared I might need it,” Harry said grimly, reaching out to levitate their unexpected guest.

“Be careful with ‘er,” Fleur said. “If she really did just find ‘er way in ‘ere by accident fleeing from whoever ‘urt ‘er, then we don’t need to treat ‘er like an enemy.”

“Of course,” Harry said, floating her out ahead of him as he walked. “Are there any potions that you think might help her recover faster?”

“Oui,” Fleur said, following after him. “I’ll go get them and bring them down to the dungeon once you ‘ave ‘er set up.”

*****

Ciri’s eyes slowly opened and she jumped out of the surprisingly comfortable bed in shock.  Looking around, she saw that she was in a small, dark room.  As she waved her hands around her, trying to feel for the walls, she triggered something, and lights came on all around her.

“What the hell?” Ciri asked as she looked at the strange little floating lights all around her.

They looked like white flames, almost, but they gave off no heat, and when she passed her hand through one, experimentally, it felt like nothing at all.

“The home of a sorcerer, clearly,” Ciri grumbled, shaking her head.  She tried to recall the last moments before she fell asleep, but her memories were jumbled.

“Sneaking into that office building, plugging that odd device into one of the servers, running for my life...Smasher,” Ciri paused her monologue and shuddered at the memory of the terrifying cyborg.  She had dealt with many dangerous people over the years, Vilgefortz and Eredin in particular coming to mind, but none had been quite as unsettling as him.

“I left that odd world and went...where?” Ciri asked herself, rubbing her forehead as she tried to force herself to remember. “Oh!  Oh.”

She blushed lightly as she recalled the particular place where she had ended up after leaving Night City.  The attractive couple, who were so consumed by their passion for each other, that neither even noticed the light of her arrival.  That memory led to a far more embarrassing one: the memory of her slipping on the woman’s fluids and hitting her head on the floor.

“Lambert will make fun of me for the rest of my life if he ever learns of that,” Ciri grumbled before shaking her head.

That did leave one particular question, however: if she hit her head hard enough to knock herself unconscious, why didn’t it hurt?”

Feeling all over her scalp, there was nothing that even hurt to the touch.  The couple had to have found her and somehow managed to heal her.  The floating lights suggested very strongly that they were sorcerers, or at least one of them was, so that would explain things to an extent.  It didn’t explain why they just placed her in this small room, however.  Looking around, she found her jacket folded on a small table next to the bed and grabbed it.  Her sword was noticeably missing, and she couldn’t blame them for that.  She did want it back, however, and that was going to mean talking to the couple whose private time she had interrupted.

“I hope a simple apology will suffice,” she thought to herself.

There was no door to the room she was in, which she thought was odd for a bedroom, and when she tried to walk through the entryway, she found out why.  An invisible barrier was blocking her way, and Ciri just huffed.  She could teleport to the other side of the barrier, she supposed, but wandering through the lair of a pissed-off sorcerer without backup was stupid.  She was reluctant to leave her sword behind, but some things just couldn’t be helped.  Reaching inside herself to feel that power she was still trying to fully grasp, she focused on one of the worlds she had been in before and tried to open a portal to it.

“Ah!” Ciri gasped as a stinging sensation hit her neck.  Her hand flew to it and she found a metal collar that she hadn’t noticed. “Dimeritium!?  But that doesn’t…”

“The intruder is awake,” a nasally voice sounded.

Ciri looked over at the entryway and found a strange-looking creature less than two feet tall standing there.  It was old, whatever it was, deeply wrinkled and wizened-looking, with pink skin, ears longer than those of elves, small dark eyes, and a long, pointed nose that reached his thin lips.

“Let me out of here!” Ciri exclaimed.

“Kreacher was about to,” the small creature said. “There is no need to shout.”

“Where am I?” Ciri asked more calmly.

“You are in the ancient residence of House Black,” Kreacher replied, “these days the home of the last scion of the Blacks, Master Harry Potter.  Kreacher was instructed to bring the intruder to him once she had awoken.”

Ciri pondered Kreacher’s words.  He was obviously a servant of the sorcerer who lived here, this Harry Potter, and trying to get him to help her would likely be pointless.  As much as she hated it, she was going to need to play along with whatever this man wanted for the time being, at least.  Until she got this collar off, she was stranded in this world, wherever she was, and if the Wild Hunt appeared before she got it off, she was doomed.

“Alright, take me to him,” she said.

“Kreacher was hoping that, intruder would resist,” Kreacher said, sounding disappointed as he waved his hand in front of him.

Ciri shook her head and followed him as he led her through the rather nicely decorated home.  She was emerging from the dungeon in the basement below the house. and even that showed a degree of care that suggested to her that the blonde she had stumbled on him fucking was likely his wife.  She had never met a man who would have even considered decorating a room you wouldn’t have shown to willing guests.

“Kreacher, if you don’t mind me asking, what are you?” Ciri asked.

“Kreacher is a house elf,” Kreacher replied.

Ciri couldn’t help it; she burst out laughing so hard that Kreacher stopped and turned around to glare at her.

“I’m sorry,” Ciri said, still giggling in a way she wasn’t sure that she had since before Cintra fell.  Getting herself under control, she said, “I’m actually part elf, myself.  A different type, of course.”

“Of course,” Kreacher said flatly before turning to continue on his way.

In truth, her mind had instantly been flooded with images of how the Aen Elle would react to learning that this was what an elf was in this particular world.  Eredin might actually drop dead from sheer outrage.  It was a struggle not to laugh more.

When they finally reached their destination, Kreacher opened the door to a dining room where the couple she had seen the night before were seated, eating what looked like some sort of amazing-looking meat pie.

“Ah, hello,” the man said. “We were expecting you a little later.”

“That just means that she wasn’t as injured as we thought,” the woman said.

“Er, yes, I’m sorry about stumbling in on you like that,” Ciri said. “I swear it was not my intention.”

“No, it wasn’t, was it?” the man asked, his piercing emerald eyes trained on her as though he were peering into her very soul. “Good.  I hoped it was a misunderstanding.  My name is Harry Potter, and this is my wife, Fleur.”

“I’m Cirilla, though most call me Ciri,” Ciri said.

“Echante,” Fleur said, her voice just as hauntingly beautiful as she had thought the night before. “Please, join us.”

“Oh, that’s not necessary,” Ciri said. “I just need this collar off, and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“You’ve been asleep all day,” Harry said, “so you haven’t eaten in at least that long.”

“You don’t understand!” Ciri said, as calmly as she could, her heart racing in her chest. “As long as this collar is on me, I’m in danger, and so is everyone around me.”

“Because you’re being hunted?” Harry asked, surprising her.

“How?” Ciri went to ask.

“You entered my bedroom, bypassing all of my extensive security, bleeding from a wound you sustained elsewhere before you fell on your head,” Harry said. “The only explanations I could think of were that you were the world’s shittiest assassin or that you were running from something.  You’re a little old to be performing accidental magic, but if you were desperate enough, I suppose that you could bypass my wards that way.  I don’t think I’ve heard of it happening, but…”

“Harry, Fleur, you seem like lovely people, and I am truly sorry for what happened, but I have an entire army hunting me and if they find me like this, they will capture me and kill everyone around me,” Ciri said.

“‘Arry?” Fleur asked.

“She’s telling the truth,” Harry said. “Something called a Wild Hunt.”

“What...you can read my mind?” Ciri asked.

“Only your surface thoughts,” Harry said. “I wouldn’t normally, but I needed to make sure that you weren’t a threat.”

“By all means, look,” Ciri said, trying to focus on her worst memories of the Hunt. “This is what will come here for me eventually, and they won’t hesitate to kill everyone in their way.  The only way I can stop them is if I flee, and I can’t flee with this thing on.”

“Unless I kill them first,” Harry said casually.

“You...you’ve seen what they are, right?” Ciri asked, bewildered.

“Elves; somewhat different from Kreacher,” Harry said, giving her a grin that she couldn’t help but return. “They wouldn’t be the first army I laid waste to, and I’m intrigued enough to help you if you want.”

“My ‘Arry ‘ere can be positively brutal when ‘e wishes to,” Fleur said. “On the battlefield and in the bedroom.”

Ciri felt herself blush at the gorgeous blonde’s words.  She sounded faintly like she came from Toussaint, and there was something about her that was oddly enticing.  It wasn’t just that she was beautiful; though by Melitele, she was stunning beyond words.  There was a magic to her, though, and it honestly put Ciri in mind of the succubi, though she clearly wasn’t one and Harry was obviously not her thrall.

“Must you, my love?” Harry asked, his tone long-suffering.

“You know I must, mon amour,” Fleur cooed.  Letting a stick slip from the sleeve of her dress, she pointed it at Ciri, and the metal collar came loose. “If you want, you can leave; Kreacher will get you your sword, but if you want to explain the threat in greater detail and see if we can help you, then join us for dinner.”

Ciri took the collar off and teleported across the room just to make sure that she could, depositing the bronze ring on a nearby counter.

“Okay, how do you do that?” Harry asked, sounding confused and annoyed. “The wards around this place shouldn’t allow anyone to apparate unless I key them into it.”

“She isn’t apparating,” Fleur said. “There is no sound and much more light.”

“My ability to teleport has few restrictions,” Ciri said. “I’m surprised that this collar even worked.  It’s an ability unique to my bloodline and, even then, rare among us.”

“Curious,” Harry said, sipping his wine. “Is this ability why this Wild Hunt is after you?”

“Yes,” Ciri replied. “They wish to harness it for their own ends and also because of a certain prophecy.”

“I’ve been there,” Harry said, waving his hand and making a chair move out for her. “Please, sit.  You must be hungry.”

She was, she couldn’t deny that, and the food smelled incredible.  Taking her seat, she smiled as Fleur poured a perfect little circle of a thick, dark sauce onto a plate as Harry cut her a potion of the pie and placed it on the sauce.  Digging in, Ciri couldn’t help but moan the moment the food touched her tongue.  She grew up as a princess and ate at numerous royal courts through the years, and yet this was still the best thing she had ever eaten.

“I daresay she likes it,” Fleur said as Ciri devoured the pie in front of her. “You are amazing, mon amour.”

“Wine?” Harry asked, to which Ciri nodded.  He poured her a glass, and she washed down the pie happily.

“What is this?” Ciri asked. “It’s amazing.”

“Duck Pithivier,” Harry replied. “Shredded duck confit with ground venison, foie gras, mushrooms and cabbage, all wrapped together in puff pastry.”

Ciri understood most of those words and still couldn’t fathom how it could be this good.

“You are lucky that I take fitness so seriously,” Fleur said, grinning. “With you cooking food this good, I would be liable to grow fat otherwise.”

“I’d love you anyway,” Harry said, his gaze falling to her cleavage as though he were imagining her with larger breasts.  They were pretty incredible as is, if Ciri remembered correctly.

Remembering that at least one of her hosts could read her mind, Ciri forced herself not to think about how stunning his wife was.

“He’s pretty gorgeous himself,” Ciri thought to herself before she could stop.

Although she generally preferred women, she did find the occasional man attractive.  Most of them did nothing for her, but the truly exceptional ones, tall, strong, and rugged with a warrior’s manner and strong sense of protectiveness, were men that she could at least admire.  Any fear Ciri had that Fleur could read her mind as well disappeared when the gorgeous blonde grinned.  After all, what woman would be pleased to see another woman admiring her husband?

“If you wish to enjoy a chubby woman, ‘Arry, we will have to seduce one,” Fleur said. “It is not in a veela’s nature to allow ourselves to gain weight.”

“Veela?” Ciri asked, only realizing afterward what else Fleur had just said.

“It is what I am,” Fleur replied. “We look ‘uman, but we aren’t, really.”

“Veela are beautiful blonde, siren-like creatures with a powerful allure that can ensnare the minds of the weak,” Harry said.

“As though we would want anyone so weak,” Fleur sniffed.

“Wait, like Succubi?” Ciri asked.

“We are distantly descended from them,” Fleur replied. “The last succubus died centuries ago, though.”

“So they were here too?” Ciri asked, earning herself a pair of confused looks. “I guess that I might as well tell you that I’m not actually from this world.  My ability to teleport has very few limits, as I said.”

“Ther...there are other worlds?” Harry asked. “To be clear, you don’t mean planets, do you?”

“No,” Ciri replied. “There are whole other universes.”

The two of them just sat there looking stunned for a solid moment.  Ciri was used to that reaction having seen it in almost everyone she had ever told about the other worlds, not that there were many.

“A true multiverse,” Harry said, his voice tinged with an almost child-like wonder. “Merlin’s beard, think of the possibilities!”

“The Wild ‘Unt ‘as been ‘unting you across dimensions?” Fleur asked, sounding concerned for the first time since they met.

“Yes,” Ciri said. “They are exceptionally dangerous as I tried to show you, Harry.”

“What a delightful challenge,” Harry said, his emerald green eyes gleaming with an obvious desire to fight.

“I sometimes wonder if I did not create a monster,” Fleur sighed. “What are these succubi from your world like?”

“They too can ensnare men, though in their case it’s to feed from their energy,” Ciri said. “They are also exceptionally beautiful, though unlike you, they don’t truly look human.  Their faces and bodies do, but they have horns, cloven hooves, and their legs are covered in thick, shaggy hair from the knees down.”

“‘Airy legs!” Fleur exclaimed, sounding almost affronted. “A veela does not grow a single ‘air below ‘er ‘ead from ze moment she is born!”

“They can also be rather vain creatures,” Harry explained, looking deeply amused by his wife’s reaction.

“Vain?” Fleur asked, her voice cool as she looked at her husband. “I might sleep in the guest room tonight.”

“You haven’t carried out that threat once in all the years we’ve been together,” Harry laughed, tapping the table.

Ciri watched in amazement as it separated apart, the two halves floating to make room for him, and then Fleur was pulled into his lap.  Harry kissed her hungrily, and Fleur resisted for all of a second before giving in.  Reminded of Geralt of Yennifer when they were getting along, though they were never this shameless, Ciri just shook her head and returned to the food in front of her, finishing it off.  As she felt herself growing rather hot, she took off her jacket, folded it up, and placed it on a nearby counter.”

“You can finish off the pie if you like,” Fleur said, turning to look at her with her cheek pressed against Harry’s.

“Thank you,” Ciri said, taking the final piece.  It had been over a day since she last ate, and she felt like feasting.

“Am I forgiven?” Harry asked, his voice so deep and rumbling that Ciri felt heat pool low in her belly at the sound.

“You can make it up to me tonight,” Fleur said as she got out of his lap and returned to her seat.

“What did you mean by you creating a monster?” Ciri asked as the table reformed.

“Before we met, this one was not the most proactive man in the world, despite ‘ow every year at least one person or creature tried to kill ‘im,” Fleur explained.

“I was a kid when it started,” Harry said defensively. “Hell, I was a baby when it started, but I was only eleven when it started up again.  By the time we met, I had just gotten so used to it that it stopped fazing me.”

“I know,” Fleur said sympathetically, reaching across to place her hand on his. “We met during my final year of schooling, ‘is fourth, when there was an international tournament held between our schools and one other.”

“The Tri-Wizard Tournament,” Harry explained. “From the moment it was announced, I knew it was going to be trouble.”

“Why?” Ciri asked, finishing her glass of wine.  Fleur immediately topped it up for her.

“In my previous three years at that school, as Fleur said, at least one person or creature tried to kill me.” Harry explained. “When the champions were chosen, I was proven correct.”

“As the name would suggest, there were supposed to be three champions selected,” Fleur said, “one from each school.  I was chosen for my school, Beauxbatons; another was chosen for ‘is school; but after the three names had been selected, a fourth emerged.”

“Yours,” Ciri guessed.

“The tournament was meant for students older than I was, and I thought I was screwed,” Harry said. “I got through the first challenge pretty well, though I had to outfly a bloody dragon to do it.”

“There are dragons here?” Ciri asked.

“Yes,” Harry replied. “Vicious things they are.  In the second task, we were sent underwater to rescue hostages.  Veela do not do well underwater, and Fleur was unable to finish the task, so in addition to my own, I rescued her hostage, her little sister.”

“I ‘ad insulted and belittled ‘im in our first meeting, and ‘e still risked life and limb to save ma soeur,” Fleur said, her gorgeous blue eyes shining as she looked at her husband. “I could not believe it and wasted little time in rewarding ‘is ‘eroics.”

“I had never been so thoroughly rewarded,” Harry chuckled, staring deep into Fleur’s eyes. “When it came time for the third and final task, things went wrong.”

“I was attacked by one of our competitors,” Fleur said, her eyes dimming at the memory. “‘E was under the control of a dark wizard at the time.  When ‘Arry found us, ‘e saved me before the worst could happen.  Suddenly, I didn’t care about the tournament anymore or anything else but ‘aving this wonderful man.  The task ‘ad taken place in an ‘edge maze, and it was easy enough to conjure false ‘edges capable of fooling the creatures around us.  Safe from the world, we made love right there.”

“I had never cared about the tournament and had no issue forgetting it entirely,” Harry said. “We learned after the fact that the true champion from my school had won the whole thing and lost his life in the process.”

“What happened?” Ciri asked.

“The whole thing had been a trap from the start,” Harry explained. “The reason that I was entered into it in the first place was to lure me out to a spot where I could be sacrificed to resurrect this dark wizard who had died trying to kill me when I was a baby.”

“That’s what you meant when you said that you had been there regarding prophecies,” Ciri said.  At their surprised looks, she added, “why else would anyone specifically try to kill a baby?”

“Fair point, though this prick was depraved enough to do that for fun,” Harry said. “The officials managed to track down the fallen champion and find his panicking killer.  They apprehended him and learned the truth about what had happened.”

“When I learned that the dark wizard wasn’t fully dead, I convinced ‘Arry that ‘e needed to train to fight him when ‘e finally returned,” Fleur said.

“With her help, by the time Voldemort did return, I was ready for him,” Harry said, smiling wickedly at Fleur, who returned the look in kind. “It was a short war.”

“And you two have been together ever since?” Ciri asked.

“Oui,” Fleur said. “Er...yes.”

“Sounds like it was quite the adventure,” Ciri commented.

“It was,” Fleur said, smiling at Harry. “It was difficult at times, but well worth it in the end.”

“So when I say that I have some experience fighting homicidal lunatics, I mean it,” Harry said.

“Still, I don’t know how this Voldemort and his followers would compare to Eredin and the Wild Hunt,” Ciri said.

“From what I saw just looking at your surface thoughts, they do appear to be a force to be reckoned with,” Harry said. “If I could see your memories of them fighting more clearly, that would help me assess things better.”

“What would you need for that?” Ciri asked.

“I have something called a pensieve that…” Harry went to say.

“Actually, mon amour, I would not recommend trying to extract Ciri’s memories so soon after ‘er fall,” Fleur said, giving Harry a pointed look. “Let’s revisit that in the morning.  In the meantime, perhaps we can just give our guest a demonstration of what you can do.”

“What, like a spar?” Ciri asked.

“No,” Fleur replied. “We ‘ave a training room installed in this ‘ouse that ‘Arry can use to show you what a nightmare ‘e can be to fight against.”

Harry gave Fleur a confused look, and she returned his gaze.  Ciri had seen Geralt and Yennifer do this before, having what looked like a silent conversation just by look alone.  She was never sure if that was what they were doing or if Yennifer was actually communicating with him through her mind, though she supposed that she wasn’t sure of that in this case either.

“Alright,” Harry said after a moment, looking amused. “I suppose I would be a poor host if I didn’t provide at least some entertainment.”

“I don’t think you really have to be a host to people who drop in uninvited,” Ciri replied lightly.

“Nonsense,” Harry said, grinning and finishing his wine. “Come along.”

Ciri and Fleur emptied their glasses as well and followed him as he led them to this training room.

“Fleur, I have to ask; when you said that Veela can lure men in, did you mean magically or just by your looks?” Ciri asked.

“Both,” Fleur said. “All Veela look more or less like I do, tall and fair-haired with smooth skin and generous curves.”

Ciri’s mind trailed off for a moment as she tried to imagine a whole species of women like this goddess before her.

“...the allure,” Fleur continued.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that part?” Ciri asked.

Fleur just grinned and said, “we also ‘ave what we call the allure, a magical aura of sorts that inflames the passions of those around us.  It is something innate to us that we ‘ave to actively suppress.  ‘Arry is ‘ighly resistant to it, so I don’t generally suppress it at ‘ome.  You would ‘ave felt it when you first walked into the dining room.”

“I thought I felt something,” Ciri said. “Does it affect everyone?”

“Only those attracted to women,” Fleur said. “We can sense such things as well.”

“That doesn’t bother either of you?” Ciri asked.

“Never,” Harry replied simply.

“As ‘e said,” Fleur said, smirking at her husband’s back. “All Veela are by nature bisexual.  In fact, it is very rare for one to not take another of our kind as ‘er first lover, just to help with the terrible desires that afflict us.”

Growing fonder of Veela by the moment, Ciri almost bumped into Harry when he came to an abrupt stop by a very heavy-looking wooden door.

“This is it,” Harry said, pulling the door open with his magic.

The lights came on the moment they entered, and Ciri looked around the room in awe.  There were wooden training dummies all over the room, each of which was inscribed with runes that glowed with magic.

“Do not cross that line on the floor there,” Fleur said, pointing to a distinct red line painted on the floor from one wall to the other, a few feet into the room. “Past that point, they will attack.”

She sat down on one of the chairs against the back wall and pointed to the one next to her, which Ciri sat in immediately.

“Observe,” Harry said, crossing the red line.

The moment he did, the dummies came alive and started attacking him, streams of light shooting from their hands.  Harry flew into the air so quickly that Ciri almost missed it, and the spells the dummies had fired off splashed harmlessly against an invisible barrier much like the one that sealed her cell.

“Oh,” Ciri said. “When he said that he outflew a dragon, I just assumed that he enchanted something to fly.  I didn’t know that you could just fly like that.”

“I’m not as good as it as ‘e is,” Fleur admitted, “and ‘e could not do that when ‘e outflew the dragon.  Back then, ‘e ‘ad to use an enchanted broom, but ‘e ‘as transcended such limitations since.”

Ciri watched in amazement as he weaved effortlessly through the air, avoiding the barrage of deadly looking spells being fired his way.  He was making no effort to return their attacks just yet, looking perfectly willing to just keep flying.

“He looks so natural up there,” Ciri commented.

“My ‘usband ‘as always enjoyed flying,” Fleur said. “Long before ‘e stole this spell from ‘is ‘ated enemy, ‘e would grab a broom and take to the skies whenever ‘e needed time to think.”

“This was Voldemort’s invention?” Ciri asked.

“Mmhmm,” Fleur replied. “‘Arry managed to reverse engineer it from memories of the man’s battles alone.  ‘E was furious when ‘e saw what ‘Arry ‘ad done.”

It was at that moment that Harry decided to stop playing around and go on the offensive.  Ciri’s jaw dropped when a bolt of lightning as powerful as any she had ever seen shot from his right hand and blew a whole line of training dummies into piles of burnt woodchips.  What followed was nothing short of a massacre, as Harry devastated the remaining figures.  Fire engulfed one entire group of them while spikes the size of swords were conjured and hurled through others.  Some were simply levitated from where they were and torn apart by the power of his magic.

Ciri just watched the display in awe and shock, her mind filled with images of this absolute monster of a sorcerer laying waste to the Wild Hunt.  He wouldn’t be able to deal with them on his own, but with him on her side and a host of her other allies gathered together, she could envision victory, something she hadn’t even contemplated in a long time.

“Impressive, no?” Fleur asked, turning to her.

Ciri turned her head, and her heart nearly skipped a beat at the sheer desire in Fleur’s eyes.  The other woman was so hauntingly beautiful and effortlessly sexy that her heated gaze alone was enough to make Ciri rub her thighs together.

“Y...yes,” Ciri replied, “very.  I can see why it was a very short war with your dark wizard.”

“I can see that you ‘ave been through a lot,” Fleur said, tracing a finger up Ciri’s bare arm until she reached a very jagged-looking scar.  It had been the claw of one of the first monsters that she ever fought that gave her that one.

“I know the scars can be a bit unsightly,” Ciri said, feeling suddenly exposed in her sleeveless vest.  She normally could have covered up more, but she had felt so comfortable and so warm in the dining room that she hadn’t even considered it.

“I do not mind scars,” Fleur said, her voice husky as she traced over the rough, red skin. “As a matter of fact, I actually quite like the look of them.”

Ciri felt her cunt flutter at Fleur’s tone and was glad that she was wearing pants and underwear from the world she had come from rather than clothing from her original world.

“I earned them,” Ciri said. “Each one is from a fight I survived, and I’m proud of them for that.  I hate the one on my cheek, but other than that…”

“‘Arry could ‘eal it if you like,” Fleur offered.

“What?” Ciri asked, scarcely daring to hope that it could be done.  She had buried the pampered princess that she had been long ago, but she’d be lying if she said that having her face disfigured didn’t still bother her.

“Heal what?” Harry asked, and Ciri’s jaw dropped as she looked back to the training room.

It looked like a complete disaster zone, as though a natural disaster or a small army had been through it.  Nothing remained of the training dummies except for little scraps.  When Harry raised his hand and snapped his fingers, though, the pieces flew through the air and reformed, taking their original places as though nothing had happened.  The dummies quickly set about cleaning and repairing the training room.

“You got ‘urt,” Fleur said, pointing to his left arm, the sleeve covering which had a sizable gash in it from which blood was leaking.

“Oh,” Harry said, turning to look at the wound. “I didn’t notice.”

Waving his hand over it, the wound sealed itself immediately, and even his clothing was repaired and cleaned.

“What the hell is he?” Ciri asked.

“A wizard,” Harry replied. “One of extraordinary power.  For the record, I didn’t read your mind just now; I just know that look.  So, how do you think I would fair against this Wild Hunt?”

“On your own, you probably wouldn’t be able to deal with them, but with you on my side, with my friends and allies gathered together, I think we would actually stand a good chance,” Ciri replied honestly. “I have to ask, though; why help me?”

“You’re interesting,” Harry said. “You dropped into my house and life and told me that other worlds exist.  How could I not be intrigued?  Now, what was it that needed healing?”

“Ciri’s scar,” Fleur replied before she could. “The others, I think, are sexy, but it seems a shame to keep such a beautiful face marred so.”

“I agree,” Harry said, cupping her cheek with one of his large, calloused hands.

Ciri barely resisted the urge to lean into his touch before she felt a very pleasant warmth spread over that side of her face.  Just as it started to feel extraordinarily good, he pulled back and smiled.

“Done,” Harry said, conjuring a mirror for her to look into.

Ciri just stared at her own reflection in muted shock.  The skin of her cheek looked flawless, if a little pale where it hadjust been regrown, as though Stefan Skellen’s throwing star had never torn open her face.  She looked up at Harry in wonder, feeling a degree of gratitude she hadn’t known in years, when Fleur cupped her other cheek and pulled her to look at her.

“Beautiful,” she said simply. “You were before, but like this, you are simply beautiful.”

“Fleur, I…” Ciri trailed off, her heart hammering in her chest.

“‘Arry likes ‘is intriguing puzzles and challenging fights,” Fleur said, “but me, I like to ‘ave fun.  You strike me assomeone ‘Arry and I could ‘ave a great deal of fun with, that is, if you would like to.”

Ciri didn’t hesitate for a moment to wrap her arms around Fleur’s neck and pull her in for a searing kiss.  She had wanted to fuck them since she walked in on them the night before, and everything that they had subjected her to since had only fanned the flames of her desires.  Fleur pushed her tongue into Ciri’s mouth, and she moaned as the Veela coaxed her own out to play.  Their kiss was a duel for dominance that neither won but both enjoyed as their tongues danced together.

Without warning, Ciri found herself pulled out of Fleur’s arms and spun around into Harry’s as he leaned down to capture her lips.  Fleur’s kiss was passionate but laced with a teasing promise of more.  Harry’s, on the other hand, was pure dominance, and Ciri felt herself melting into his embrace, especially when Fleur started kissing the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Oh, fuck!” Ciri cried as Fleur found her pulse point.

Harry grinned down at her and started kissing the other side of her neck.  She moaned at their combined attention, feeling herself grow slick surprisingly quickly.  Suddenly, she felt like her whole being was pulled into her navel, and she found herself teleported into the familiar surroundings of their bedroom.

“What was that?” Ciri asked, feeling momentarily disoriented.

“That was apparition,” Harry replied.

“I vastly prefer my method of teleportation,” Ciri said.

“I didn’t know if you’d remember this room well enough to try it,” Harry said.

“Are we ‘ere to discuss magic or to fuck?” Fleur asked.

Ciri turned to the gorgeous blonde, and her breath hitched at the sight.  She had completely undressed in the short time Ciri had focused on Harry, leaving her dress a pool of silk on the floor.  She had apparently been wearing nothing underneath it, and Ciri’s eyes roamed over her body hungrily.

Fleur’s long blonde hair fell in gentle waves to her mid-back, framing her almost painfully beautiful face.  It was heart-shaped, with prominent cheekbones, crystal-blue eyes, a straight nose, and gorgeous full lips.  Lower down, her large breasts were so impossibly well-shaped that she would have wondered if they were augmented like many of the pairs she had seen in Night City. if not for how they jiggled when she laughed.

“You like what you see?” Fleur asked with a smirk.

“How could I not?” Ciri asked as her eyes trailed down Fleur’s flat, defined stomach to rest on her entirely bare sex.  She could believe that no hair had ever grown on Fleur’s pussy and her mouth watered at the sight of her.  Turning to Harry, she asked, “did you spill the second you saw her the first time?”

“Not quite,” Harry said.

“‘E did not last long that first time, virgin that ‘e was, but ‘e did not soften even a little either,” Fleur said, reminiscing. “That was when I knew that I ‘ad found someone special.”

“The way to a Veela’s heart,” Harry laughed.  With a wave of his hand, his robe disappeared and reappeared neatly folded on an ornate-looking dresser by the bed, leaving him clad in only a pair of black pants.

Ciri looked over, and even more so than she was the night before, she was reminded again of the witchers.  His upper body was solid and strong, not like some of the more grotesquely exaggerated forms that she had found in Night City and a few of the other worlds she had been to, but clearly made for combat.  The scars on him, things that he could apparently heal if he wanted to, added to his appeal, and Ciri found herself agreeing with Fleur that they were very sexy.

“Such an ‘unk, no?” Fleur asked, embracing her from behind.

Ciri’s breath hitched as she felt those perfect breasts press into her back. “Huh?”

“‘Unk,” Fleur said as if it explained itself.

“Hunk means attractive, muscular man,” Harry explained. “I guess our languages aren’t exactly the same, though that does bring up a question I’m disappointed that I didn’t ask earlier; how are we speaking pretty much the same language?”

“I honestly don’t...ah...know,” Ciri said, gasping as Fleur started sucking on her earlobe. “Not every world I’ve been to had a version of the common tongue of the Northern Kingdoms in my world, but a surprising number of them do.  Fleur actually sounds like she comes from the land of Toussaint in my world.”

“You’re world ‘as its own France?” Fleur asked. “What is it like?”

“Paradise,” Ciri replied. “Verdant hills and plains stretch for miles and get almost constant sunshine.  The locals are friendly, if a little haughty, and they’re obsessed with wine.”

“Sounds like France,” Harry snickered, earning a glare from his wife, “which is odd, truth be told.”

“No,” Fleur said. “No more mysteries until you ‘ave rendered us both brain-addled piles of quivering goo.”

Harry chuckled, saying, “yes, dear.”

He kissed Ciri again, and she found herself convinced that Fleur wasn’t kidding about the quivering goo part.  If the man was half as good in bed as he was kissing, she’d be in for a fun time even without his absolute vixen of a wife.  Said vixen busied herself with removing Ciri’s belt and pulling her jeans and panties down until they were down around her ankles.

“What on earth managed to get you ‘ere?” Fleur asked as she felt a small scar on Ciri’s right asscheek.

“A crossbow bolt grazed me,” Ciri replied. “It made sitting down unpleasant for a while.”

“‘Ow inconsiderate of the shooter,” Fleur said, sinking to her knees and kissing the scar, making Ciri gasp.

“Beautiful,” Harry said, running hishand over Ciri’s bare left hip. “Absolutely beautiful.”

“I’m still overdressed,” Ciri said.

“Yes, you are,” Harry agreed.  With a wave of his hand, her clothes disappeared and reappeared next to his own.

“If we’re not going to remove anything by hand, then I might as well finish the job,” Fleur said, summoning her wand and spelling away Harry’s pants.

“By the gods!” Ciri gasped as she took in the sight of Harry completely uncovered. “It’s huge!”

His cock was easily the largest one she had ever seen on a man, standing tall and proud as it jutted out from his muscular body.

“There might ‘ave been one or two other things that convinced me I was dealing with someone special,” Fleur giggled. “Did you not feel it through ‘is pants?”

She had, but she just thought it was fabric bunched up under where it naturally ended.

“Truth be told, my experience with men is rather limited,” Ciri admitted. “Most of my previous lovers have been women.”

“I’m going to guess that your experienceswith men ‘avn’t been as stimulating as your experience with women,” Fleur commented.

“No,” Ciri replied.

“Mine ‘ad not been either until I met ‘Arry,” Fleur said. “Come, and let us show you ‘ow good it can truly be.”

Fleur took her hand and led her to the bed, climbing into her lap the moment she was seated on the edge.  Ciri fell back, pulling the other blonde with her moaned as she reached up to grab her small, perky breasts.

“You’re nipples could cut glass, Ciri,” Fleur cooed. “ave we truly tormented you so?”

“You’re both so fucking hot,” Ciri admitted, turning to Harry, who had joined them on the bed. “You know, I daresay that Fleur has a type.”

“Oh?” Harry asked.

“We’re both very well-built, scarred warriors with bright green eyes,” Ciri said.

“You might ‘ave a point,” Fleur said. “Your abs are faint, but definitely sexy.  ‘Arry, worship her gorgeous little tits while I kiss every muscle ‘ere.”

“Ahh, fuck!” Ciri cried as Harry latched onto one of her nipples.

Fleur wasn’t wrong about how turned on she was, as the woman would soon learn if she continued her way down towards her dripping slit.  She had been anticipating a night of celebratory fun before her mission went sideways, and then she stumbled upon these two.  Between all that and the torturously hot dinner, she was well beyond aroused at this point.  Fleur’s lips felt unnaturally hot on the muscles of her stomach, and between that and the absolute magic that Harry was doing to her nipples as he went back and forth between them, the pressure in her core was already building.  She strongly suspected that Fleur’s allure was in full force at the moment and didn’t care in the slightest.

“Such a beautiful little pussy,” Fleur cooed as she reached Ciri’s sex. “You know, I cannot grow one myself, but must admit the bush looks lovely.”

Fleur’s hand ghosted over her blonde pubic hair, and Ciri quivered with need.

“Touch me, please,” she begged, more wound up than she would have thought possible for how little they had already done.

“Oh, I will do more than that, ma petite,” Fleur purred, burying her face between Ciri’s thighs.

“Fuck yes,” Ciri sighed, grabbing both of her new lovers’ heads as Fleur gave her sex a long, slow lick. “Oh, fuck, just like that.”

Fleur was every bit as good at eating cunt as Ciri figured she would be.  Already wet and yearning for release, the former princess could only moan and cry out in pleasure as Fleur did her best to drive her mad.

“Her tongue is just magical, no?” Harry asked.

“Am...amazing, oh fuck me!” Ciri cried as Fleur swirled her tongue around her throbbing little clit, making her legs shake.

“In good time, Ciri,” Fleur said teasingly, pushing two fingers inside her dripping cunt. “You are so tight.  ‘Arry is going to split you apart.”

Ciri just whimpered at the other woman’s words.  Were she younger and less experienced, his cock might have actually frightened her, but she had enough experience with large insertions to know that he was more likely to make her cum so hard she passed out than to hurt her.  He might have been the only man she had ever met who held a candle to the toy collections of some of her more adventurous lovers, but she doubted that would make that much of a difference.

“Fleur, please, I’m so close!” Ciri cried as the woman teased her clit again and then backed away.

“I know you are, but I want you to experience the full climb up to the peak of pleasure before ‘Arry takes over and shuts your brain down,” Fleur said, going back between her legs.

“What does she...ahh fuck...mean?” Ciri asked, tightening her thighs around Fleur’s head as she continued to eat her out.

“When I said that Fleur’s tongue is magical, I meant that she is very good with it,” Harry said. “Mine isactually magical though.”

“Howwww...damn it!” Ciri cried in frustration as Fleur again refused to push her over the edge.

“Why don’t you show her, mon amour?” Fleur asked, crawling into bed and leaving Ciri where she was.

“Gladly,” Harry said, moving to take her place.

“Oh, don’t glare at me, Ciri,” Fleur giggled, stroking the other woman’s hair as she settled in next to her. “In a moment, you’ll be far too‘appy to be cross with me.”

“I…” Ciri trailed off into a wordless squeal that echoed through the room as an orgasm beyond anything she had ever known tore through her entire body.

She was vaguely aware of an odd hissing sound that had preceded the maelstrom of ecstasy that she was plunged into.  Her every muscle spasmed as her whole body was hit by jolts of pleasure that started in her cunt and spread all over the rest of her.  This was so far beyond the simple notion of orgasm she had known before that it transcended the concept.  She was caught up in a lightning storm of stimulation without end that seemed to sear her very soul and plunge her mind into oblivion.

If she had still had her mental faculties, Ciri might have feared that she fell into some sort of trap as one orgasm bled into the next.  Perhaps these two were servants of the Wild Hunt after all and had decided to seduce her so they could induce a permanent state of helplessness in her for the trip back to the world of the Aen Elle.  Thankfully for her sanity, she could not think about such things, as she just endured the mind-melting overstimulation as it crashed into her again and again.

“There she is,” Harry said as Ciri opened her eyes.

“What?” Ciri asked, her voice sounding addled to her own ears. “Where?”

“Slow down,” Fleur said gently, stroking her hair in a way she was sure she hadn’t felt since she was a child. “You’re safe and okay.  Someone just overdid things a touch.”

“Force of habit, darling,” Harry said. “It’s been so long since I’ve done that to anyone other than you that I forgot the need to go easy the first few times.”

“So you’re saying that we should seduce other women more often so you don’t accidentally put them into comas with your tongue?” Fleur asked.

“It might not hurt,” Harry joked, earning an enthusiastic eye roll.

“Wait, I remember that was…” Ciri trailed off as the memory of the unceasing orgasm that had knocked her out returned to her. “Fuck me, that was incredible.  Your saying that you can handle more of that?”

“It took me a while to build up the stamina,” Fleur admitted. “The first time ‘Arry did that to me, ‘e came close to trying to go get ‘elp before I awoke.”

“Fuck me,” Ciri said, her green eyes nearly black with desire as she looked at Harry.  As she did so, she noticed that he looked like he had been out in a storm and wasonly mostly dried. “Did I do that to you?”

“Yes,” Harry replied. “You should probably drink this.”

Summoning a goblet and water to fill it, he handed it to her, and she downed it rapidly, surprised at just how thirsty she was.

“No wonder I slipped on what I did,” Ciri laughed.

“Sex with ‘Arry is often a messy thing,” Fleur grinned.

“If you’re not covered in each other’s fluids by the end, you’re doing it wrong,” Harry said as he lined himself up with Ciri’s pussy.  Harry tapped on her with his fingers just above her sex, and Ciri was about to ask what he was doing when he plunged inside her in one long thrust.

“Holy fuck!” Ciri cried, her legs wrapping around him immediately.

“That was a quick little spell to help you relax a bit,” Harry said as he tapped on her again and undid the spell.

Ciri squeezed around his length experimentally, just testing out how it felt to have him buried inside her.  She had never felt thisfull in her life, and the feeling was overwhelming.  He was just so thick that she felt like he had stretched her to her absolute limit.  That thickness had other effects that she never would have expected.  Even having seen how prominent the veins along the sides of his cock were, she never would have expected to feel them, and if hewere smaller, she might not have, but having him pushed up against her walls made it impossible not to feel every one of them.

“Fucking hell, you’re so big!” Ciri groaned, her brain awash in pleasure.

“You will feel ‘im stimulate every part that lesser men ‘ave ‘ad to try to ‘it at once,” Fleur purred in her ear. “This will be so very different from what you ‘ave known before.”

“Sit on my face,” Ciri moaned, looking up atFleur. “I needto taste you.”

“‘Ow could I refuse such a request?” Fleur asked, moving to straddle Ciri’s face.

Ciri looked up at Fleur’s large, round arse and wondered if there was a single part of her that wasn’t perfect.  As the Veela lowered herself down onto her mouth, Ciri grabbed her hips, sinking her fingers into the smooth skin as she held her steady.

“Fuck me, she tastes like honey,” Ciri thought to herself, moaning into Fleur’s nether lips as she greedily drank from her sex.

Harry had waited until Fleur was moaning on top of her to start moving inside Ciri.  Pulling most of his massive cock from her clinging depths, he plunged back inside, nearly making her eyes cross.  The odd time she thought about having sex with men, which wasn’t often, honestly, she hadn’t imagined that size would matter much.  Surely things like skill, stamina, and actually giving a fuck about the woman he was with would matter more.  Being with Harry now and feeling him stretch her tight little tunnel again and again as he fucked her, she wondered if size didn’t matter at least as much as the other things.

“Oh, just like that!” Fleur cried out as Ciri teased her surprisingly large clit with her tongue. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

Ciri might have complicated feelings about Mistle, but by the gods, that woman could feast on cunt and she had been a capable teacher.  Ciri wrapped her lips around Fleur’s clit, sucking gentlyon the sensitive nub.  As she heard the gorgeous blonde cry out in bliss and felt her thighs start to tremble on either side of her head, she relented and went back to drink deeply of her bountiful juices.

“Ciri!” Fleur whined.

“Is she giving you a taste of your own teasing?” Harry asked, sounding amused.

“Ye...ahh, fuck!” Fleur screamed as Ciri flicked her tongue again and again over her clit.

As much as she wanted to tease Fleur again and again, she wanted to see how she’d taste when she came even more.  Focusing on that sensitive nub, she reached over and ghosted her fingers over the beautiful Veela’s puckered asshole.

“OUI!” Fleur shrieked as she came, her body bucking and writhing on top of Ciri’s face.

Ciri tightened her grip on Fleur, holding her steady as her orgasm thundered through her.  She slurped up her fluids eagerly.  The way that she tasted had to be a Veela thing, for while Ciri had always enjoyed the taste of pussy, it had never tasted like this.  After a few moments, Fleur carefully got off of her face and crawled over to lay down next to them.

“Manifique!” Fleur gasped as she panted for breath. “‘Arry, do not ‘old back.”

“The last you...oh fuck, right there...didn’t hold back; I thought I was going to die,” Ciri moaned.

“Is that acomplaint?” Harry asked, his eyes flashing with challenge.

“No,” Ciri replied with a grin. “So what?  Is your cock magical too?”

“No,” Harry replied, pulling out of her completely and flipping her onto her belly without touching her, “but I am.”

He plunged back inside her, and Ciri buried her face in the pillow as she moaned.

“How are you not hitting my fucking lungs with that thing?” she asked, laughing.

“I’m not that big,” Harry laughed, digging his fingers into her hips as he picked up his pace.

“Gods, that feels so good,” Ciri groaned into the pillow.  It felt like he was hitting every spot inside her that had ever felt amazing at once, and she knew she was going to cum soon.

“Imagine ‘ow full you would feel ‘aving ‘im inside you with something in your ass,” Fleur whispered in her ear, and Ciri felt her whole body shudder at the thought.

“Fuck, I can’t even imagine feeling that...ugh fuck...that full,” Ciri moaned.

“We can try that later,” Harry said, his deep voice making her pussy flutter around him. “But first…”

He trailed off and started fucking her harder and faster.  Each brutal thrust drew a grunt or strangled cry from Ciri as she clawed at the sheets.

“Just like that, just like that!” Ciri screamed as her orgasm built rapidly inside. “Fuck me, Harry, fucking break…”

Ciri trailed off as she felt the head of Harry’s cock hit something deep inside her that made lights go off behind her eyes.  It felt almost like he had slipped inside something within her, but all she knew was that the next second she was cumming hard.

“FUCK!” she squealed, a long, drawn-out exclamation of pure bliss as her pleasure coursed through her.

Harry fucked her through the entire thing, drawing out her orgasm for as long as he could.  By the time it finally ended, Ciri collapsed forward, a panting sweaty wreck.  This had already been the best sex of her life just from what he had done to her with his tongue, but that had been leagues above anything she ever experienced with a man.

“No wonder Fleur’s so obsessed,”she thought to herself.

“You didn’t...cum?” Ciri panted as sherealized that he still felt hard inside her.

“No,” Harry said.

Ciri took a moment to catch her breath before asking, “that thing you seemed to slip inside at the end; was that the magic you weretalking about?”

“No,” Harry said, his grin obvious in his voice. “This is. Sensus Confirma.”

Ciri felt a heat spread through her entire body, but before she could ask what he had done to her, he pulled half of his cock out of her depths, and her brain short circuited.  That felt way better than just a cock; no matter how big, moving inside her should.  It had nothing on, what she felt when he thrust back inside her, however, as she came immediately.  Screaming herself hoarse, Ciri experienced orgasm after soul-searing orgasm on his cock as Harry fucked her into his bed, drowning her in an ocean of ecstasy without end.  It was like what she had experienced with his tongue before, only somehow even more intense, and it wasn’t long before it proved too much and she passed out.

When Ciri awoke again, the room was pitch black, night having fallen while she slept, and she was sandwiched between Harry and Fleur.  Harry’s strong arm was wrapped around them both, his muscular chest pressed against her back, and she was spooning Fleur.  She supposed that the two of them had continued without her after she lost consciousness and then cuddled her afterward.  Shaking her head at the mad couple she had stumbled upon, Ciri buried her face in Fleur’s hair and went back to sleep, hoping that, for the first time in a long time, she truly had found something good.