A 'Saving People' Thing (Harry Potter/Skyrim) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Loving Sex, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly

Summary: It was one thing to find himself in another world. It was one thing to find out that he's not just in another world, but apparently the prophesied savior of that world as well. It was one thing to be the Dragonborn and travel to the Fantasy Viking Afterlife just to kill a big fucking dragon. But after all is said and done and Harry has defeated Alduin and saved the world, he starts hearing mention of vampires and vampire hunters. That's how he finds himself running into Serena and saving her from both sides. And from there...

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“Fuck… Serana, are you sure about this?”

“I am sure. How could I not be, Harry?”

The female vampire’s red eyes glow and glitter with intense desire, even as she smirks at him before slowly descending to her knees before him. Harry’s breath hitches, but he says nothing while watching her slowly, steadily withdraw his cock from its confines. In fact, he barely moves a muscle, even as Serana’s hands fall upon his member, beginning to stroke him softly but firmly, giving him a consummate handjob right then and there.

Not for the first time since ending up in this world, Harry James Potter questions just how he got to this point. To be fair, it wasn’t entirely his fault. But at the same time, he’d certainly made SOME decisions that had led him along this path.

It had started with him deciding to investigate the Veil of Death after Voldemort’s defeat. He didn’t really have anything better to do, and while some had suggested he go ahead and become an Auror or something, Harry had found himself joining the Department of Mysteries as an Unspeakable instead of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

A few of his friends had said that his obsession with death was unhealthy and dangerous, but Harry hadn’t been able to let it go… that is, he hadn’t been able to let Sirius’ demise go. What did they really know about the Veil after all? They called it the Veil of Death, but what if it wasn’t? What if it was something else? What if it was simply a one way trip?

In the end, Harry had surreptitiously gotten his affairs in order, telling no one of his plans… and then he’d taken the plunge. At which point he’d found out two distinct, but equally important facts. One, the Veil of Death really was exactly what it said on the tin. Instant Death. It was not a one way portal to the next great adventure as Harry had hoped.

Or at least… it wasn’t for Sirius or anyone else who could possibly qualify as normal. The second important fact Harry had uncovered was that as the Master of Death and the one to unite the Deathly Hallows, he was immune to the Veil of Death. It could not kill him… in fact, as Harry had discovered due to his foolhardiness, nothing could kill him anymore. He’d become immortal and just hadn’t figured it out yet.

Hell of a way to figure that shit out, but truthfully, Harry wasn’t complaining. Better to find it out that way then to very clearly stop aging as decades passed and his friends all got older and older before ultimately dying.

Instead, Harry had taken his newfound immortality onto a new world… and promptly found himself captured by old timey soldiers. He could have easily escaped of course, but he was curious… and before he knew it, one thing had led to another and he’d been told he was the Dragonborn.

Harry still wasn’t sure if he was actually the Dragonborn, or if his status as Master of Death just allowed him to consume Dragon Souls in a way that perfectly mimicked the Dragonborn. He privately hoped it was the former, because he’d wound up fulfilling the prophecy pertaining to ‘The Last Dragonborn’ and wound up defeating Alduin the World Eater and consuming his soul.

A bunch of other stuff had also happened in that time, too much to even begin contemplating in a situation like this. Though what WAS pertinent to his current circumstances, with a hungry beauty of a vampire kneeling before him stroking his cock and smiling up at him, was Harry hearing something about the ‘Dawnguard’ and vampire sightings.

One thing had led to another and Harry had wound up saving Serana from both Vampire Hunters and Vampires alike. And while she herself was a vampire, he’d never been one to shoot first and ask questions later. They’d talked, he’d established she was a good person, and then they’d gone on to defeat her father together to stop him from blotting out the sun in another crazy world-ending slash world-conquering scheme.

That single paragraph description did sort of boil down weeks and weeks of traveling together, having each other’s backs, and even going into another dimension called the ‘Soul Cairn’ together to seek out Serana’s mother. In all that time, he and Serana had gotten rather close. She’d told him all about her, and he’d confessed more secrets from his previous life to the female vampire than anyone else he’d met since coming to Skyrim.

Even Lydia didn’t know as much about Harry as Serana at this point, and SHE was sworn to carry his burdens!

Regardless, yes they’d gotten closer and closer… but Harry hadn’t wanted to make a move on Serana, especially not physically. Not because she was a vampire, nor because she wasn’t gorgeous, because she was… but rather, because he knew HOW she and her mother had become vampires, from Serana’s own lips.

Being a ‘Daughter of Coldharbour’ was not a pleasant title to carry. Obviously, Harry hadn’t wanted to bring up terrible memories. But now, Serana was leaving him little choice. Smirking up at him, the female vampire shakes her head in amusement.

“I appreciate that you care enough to worry about my past trauma, Harry… but I am no glass statue, to shatter from a single errant touch. In fact… do you know how I’ve had to hold myself back from you over our travels together? Do you not realize how intoxicating you are?”

Harry blinks, even as Serana reaches down and loosens the ties on her top, freeing her impressive pale bust from its confines. As she wraps her breasts around his cock, letting some of her saliva drool down onto his shaft to provide lubrication, Serana gazes up at him.

“Your magic is not of this world. This you know. But what you don’t know is how good that magic feels… I can’t get enough of it. I’ve longed to take you to bed Harry, but I didn’t want to overstep my bounds. Now that everything is said and done however… I’m tired of waiting.”

Harry swallows thickly, and then decides he should be honest with her, since she’s finally being honest with him.

“I did know, actually.”

Serana blinks at him, confused.

“In the Soul Cairn… your mother made a pass at me. She told me then just how good my presence felt and offered her body to me in exchange for some of my magic. I didn’t accept, of course! I just… cast a few harmless spells on her with the Elder Wand, to give her what she wanted without any of… that.”

The female vampire had gone blank-faced and frozen up during the first half of his admission. But when she hears that he and Valerica didn’t actually do anything together, she relaxes considerably. Then, a look of consternation appears on her face.

“Is THAT why her hair was a different color when I came upon you both at one point?”

Harry blushes but nods.

“… Yeah.”

“Tch, and she told me she was just ‘trying something new’. The hag…”

That gets a blink from Harry. Sure, Serana and Valerica weren’t on the best of terms, but Valerica was in no way a ‘hag’. But he’s not stupid enough to defend the older vampire to her daughter. Instead, he keeps his mouth shut as Serana huffs and then abruptly climbs to her feet, pushing him backwards onto the bed he’s been sitting on the edge of.

“Good. It is… good you resisted her advances, Harry. I would have been upset if you hadn’t. Upset that you ignored me but not here. At least now I know you were uniform in your neglect.”

Harry splutters at that. Neglect?! However, before he can really defend himself, Serana is naked and climbing on top of him, his cock in her hands once more. This time, she angles his member towards her sex rather than her exposed breasts, her breath hitching as she lines up and drops down upon his lubricated member.

As she sinks upon his length, a moan leaves Serana’s lips and a groan exits Harry’s mouth. They both shudder in unison, before Harry finally reaches up and grabs Serana by her hips, holding her steady and forcing her eyes to snap to his own.

“Serana… are you sure about this?”

Rather than be annoyed, she just smiles beatifically and nods.

“I am, Harry. I want you… and nothing, not my parents nor my past, is going to change that. So please… don’t hold back on my account. Treat me as the companion you’ve come to rely on and respect, not the victim you currently see me as.”

Harry flushes at the rebuke, but after a moment nods back. Then, he thrusts up into Serana from below. The female vampire’s eyes widen briefly as she gasps, before she’s grinning down at him with a lidded gaze. Harry grins right back, even as he begins to fuck upwards while she starts riding him in response. She might be on top right now, but Harry isn’t just going to lie there and make her do ALL the work.

“Yes! Just like that! Oh yes!”

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

As the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, namely Serana’s pale behind slapping against his thighs, fills the room, Harry growls lustfully, feasting his hungry gaze upon her naked body. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it, all these weeks. Hell, from the moment he saw her sleeping form in that tomb, waking her up from her centuries of slumber, Harry had considered her one of the most beautiful creatures he’d ever met.

He just hadn’t considered this, a proper romantic relationship between them, to be a true possibility. And yet here they were… and Harry would be damned if he wasn’t going to make the most of it.

Winding one hand to the nape of Serana’s neck, he draws the gorgeous vampire down into a tongue-filled kiss, making sure she knows just how much he cares about her as they swap spit. Sex was just sex. But love… love went deeper than that. Through their lip lock, Harry makes sure to express his feelings to the best of his abilities, and he’s gratified to the extreme when Serana returns his efforts with her own, kissing him right back.

His other hand glides to her ass, groping and squeezing one of her cheeks as he uses the hold to lift her up and slam her down onto his thrusting member all the harder. All the while, her soft, full breasts squish against his chiseled chest. He hadn’t been in the best shape or anything when he’d first arrived in this world, but there was nothing like months of roughing it and saving the world from dragons to turn even a wizard into a proper slab of hunk.

Harry was in the best shape of his life right now, and Serana… well, Serana had likely never been better. Together, the two of them share this moment of love and lust, enjoying each other’s bodies immensely as Harry pushes Serana over the edge, bringing her to climax after climax.

As they fuck however, there’s something else… something lingering on the edge of their lovemaking that becomes more and more defined the longer they go at it. Almost like… there’s a third party here they forgot to ask for permission before they decided to fornicate. Someone with a prior claim… to Serana’s soul.

Harry’s eyes shoot open, meeting Serana’s own when he realizes what’s happening. And before he knows it, he’s acting on impulse. The attempt by a certain Daedric Prince to influence this moment between them is an insult of the highest order to Harry’s sensibilities, and for just a beat, he stops being Harry Potter, he stops being the Man-Who-Won, he even stops being the Dragonborn. In that single heartbeat, Harry ceases and the Master of Death steps into place.

For an immortal being who cannot know death, True Death like what Harry has Mastered is frightening beyond measure. The Creator of Vampires rears back as if struck… and then rather than try to strike back in turn, flees like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs.

But the connection between the Daughter of Coldharbour and the King of Strife remains, and that won’t do either. So Harry reaches out… and snips it.

Serana seizes up atop him, and at first glance one might assume what Harry had done would harm her, maybe even kill her. That is, until one heard the moan of pure and utter ecstasy from the female vampire’s lips as, for the first time since she became a vampire, Serana is truly freed.

The Master of Death recedes, leaving just Harry Potter in his wake. But as Harry and Serana gaze down at one another, both know exactly what just happened. A shuddering breath leaves Serana’s lips and Harry smiles at her, even as he holds her tightly.

“I love you, Serana.”

“… I love you too, Harry.”

Their mouths join once more after that, their lip lock resuming alongside their lovemaking. But there’s a frenzied excitement that wasn’t there before, and an increased need for a mutual release. Serana slams her hips down onto his cock harder and faster and rougher than ever before, until finally, after another half a dozen orgasms on her end, Harry groans into her mouth and cums inside of her, filling her womb with his seed.

The two of them seize up together in that moment of mutual bliss, a moment between just them and no one else. None are watching, neither mortal nor otherwise… none DARE to try to peek, lest they suffer a similar fate to the God of Schemes.

It was tempting to let the Master of Death take over for a longer period of time, and seek proper vengeance for Serana and Valerica, and every Daughter of Coldharbour before and after them. But perhaps another time. Right now, Harry’s place was at Serana’s side, holding her tightly and loving her strongly as she cuddled against him, nuzzling into his chest.

Part of Harry had worried about the prospect of immortality when he’d first found out he could no longer die. But… with an immortal lover pressed up against him, he finds the prospect of the infinite no longer quite so frightening. So long as he and Serana had one another, Harry knew… everything was going to be alright.