Harry/Meciel(OC From Denarian Renagade Fanfic) (Patreon)

“This is awesome!” Harry shouted in delight with massive feral grin on his face. He'd been enjoying a day of rest for the most part, when out of nowhere he'd been attacked by a bunch of Summer Fae, not that he cared all that much, he'd been pretty damn bored. 'Rest' and 'Harry Potter' didn't normally mix for very long.

'Beloved, do you not think you should at least attempt to find out why these Fae are trying to kill us?' Meciel chimed in on his thoughts from his head.

Harry snorted as he replied in kind to the Centaur like creature that had fired the gout of flame at him, embracing Meciel's power and allowing Hellfire to rush through his veins Harry slashed both swords down in the direction of the Centaur and fired off two large blades of glimmering blue flames

The Centaur tried to dodge by jumping as high as it could, but the large crescent shaped blades of flame were just too large and covered the whole height of the small alley they were in. Left with no chance of dodging, the Centaur could only give one last loud howl of pain as it was cut into three pieces by the two blades of flame.

“We already know why they're after me Meciel.” Harry answered as he turned his attention on the last of the three who had attacked him; a High Sidhe from the looks of it. She was tall, easily 6 feet and wore a long shimmering black dress that emphasized her voluptuous figure, her long silky orange hair swaying in the breeze behind her back as she stared at him with dead, far from human eyes. “These are Summer Fae and I've met with Maeve like 8 times in the last two years.” The raven haired teen wearing black jeans, black boots and a white tank top continued as he readied his blades at his side to face of against the last remaining and obviously most powerful Summer Fae.

'Meetings, I might add, that are barely more than Maeve trying to tease you in some form or another, and you blatantly groping her whenever you get the chance.' Meciel responded dryly.

Harry grinned, “Well what do you expect, Maeve is the hottest woman I have ever seen bar you and I've only ever groped you once.” The green eyed host shot back.

Meciel laughed her musical laugh as she responded, her voice tinged with amusement, 'Yes and if I remember right you spent the next two hours masturbating to several fantasies of me in your head.'

Harry's grin widened just a tad to show his slightly sharper than usual canines, “I didn't hear a word from you while I was doing it either, so you can't complain.” Harry shot back, “In fact, I think you enjoyed the fact that I fantasized about you.” He continued.

Meciel laughed again in his head but her reply was cut off by the Summer High Sidhe growling at him, “The Lady of Summer won't forget your transgressions, Renegade!” She bit out, “We will come for you with an army if we have to!” The Sidhe continued before she burst into a myriad of colours and disappeared.

Harry's grin dropped and was replace by an annoyed look, “Lame, I thought she'd actually stay to give me a good fight now that they're allowed to attack me because I consort with the Winter Court.” He grumbled and ignored Meciel's amused laughter.

This had been the second time he'd been attacked by Summer Fae for being friendly with the Winter  Lady, but after killing the low level Fae the high ones always disappeared promising vengeance. Frankly, it was getting monotonous. Maybe he'd slap Maeve's ass next time they met? He wondered briefly on what kind of reaction he'd get from the beautiful Winter Lady if he spanked her.

“Lame...” Harry grumbled one more time before he spun on his foot and dissapparated with nary a small 'pop'.

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Harry laid back and gave a relaxed sigh as he sat on a comfy couch in his mind, watching some of Meciel's old memories from her past hosts.

This was one of her earlier and more stupid hosts, who just ran off a cliff because he heard Meciel in his head and thought he was becoming a sinner, Harry snorted in amusement as the man finally made impact with the ground from his high drop, his body practically splattering across the unforgiving ground.

“Yes, one of my more... brainless hosts...” Meciel commented from her own seat a few feet away, she was reclined regally her usual white dress riding up her legs and showing just a hint of thigh and the way she had leaned back made it look as if her large breasts were going to spill it with the slightest of movements, an image Harry knew she was using to tease him, she'd been teasing him a lot more often after their brush with the Summer Fae a few days back.

Harry snorted but kept quiet as he stared at Meciel's cleavage, not even paying attention to the amused grin he knew was on her beautiful beyond belief face.

“Beloved, if you're quite done leering at me, I believe it's time you worked on your wandless Summoner again, it is not as accurate as your Banisher is powerful.” The beautiful fallen continued.

Harry looked down at her exposed thigh again and gave a grin as an idea came to mind, which he quickly hid behind the best mental shields he could make so that Meciel could not pick up on it.

Looking up, he met her amused silver eyes. She knew he was up to something and she could easily find out by breaking the barriers hiding the thought, but just like she usually did when an amusing idea came to him, she let him play it out in favour of watching what he was up to.

“Not accurate enough?” Harry questioned, “I'll show you just how accurate my Wandless Summoner is.” The raven haired host responded as he lifted his hand up. He knew for a fact what he was attempting was possible because when they were in his mind Meciel was a real living breathing being.

“Accio!” Harry commanded verbally to add extra power into the spell.

Meciel who was watching him with amused eyes, which suddenly widened as her legs lifted up a bit without her use of them and from beneath her white dress, a pair of black lace panties slid down her legs before coming right off and flying into Harry's hand, who had a triumphant smirk on his face.

“Mmm black lace.,.” Harry commented as he lifted the panties to his nose and gave them a deep sniff.

Meciel was actually a little shocked at how bold her beloved host really was, and regarded him carefully as she spoke, “You really are such a little pervert, my Beloved.” She commented.

Harry grinned as he withdrew the panties from his nose and held them up in the direction of his fallen, “If you want these back, you're gonna have to come over here and let me put them on you.” He told her, his grin stretching.

Meciel snorted as she stood up and began walking towards him. When she reached him she looked down at him, eyes filled with affection and amusement as she reached over and plucked her black lace panties from Harry's hand and promptly threw them off to the side, “Very well my beloved, if you are so desperate for me, I suppose I can indulge you a little bit.” Meciel replied before she shocked Harry beyond words when she leaned over and straddled him, her delectable rear brushing against his crotch and her large breasts pressing against his chest.

“Well beloved, I thought you wanted me?” Meciel commented once more, her voice low and husky as she brushed he nose over Harry's ear and blew on it.

That jolted Harry out of his stupor and his hands flew up and grabbed right onto each cheek of Meciel's delectable arse between her dress with a loud clap and causing the beautiful brunette fallen to mewl slightly.

Harry grinned as he met Meciel's amused silver eyes with his own as he eagerly groped her large pert arse cheeks, “Man Meciel, you have the best arse, you should just let me bend you over this couch and fuck you cross eyed.” He boasted as he pushed Meciel down with his grip on her arse cheeks and ground his barely, hard-on against her center, thin shorts all that separated the two sexes.

She surprised him by lifting her leg up, all the way over his head, and turned on his lap, her large cheeks barely fitting in the groove in his hips as she ground herself onto him harder. She leaned back, her lips turning upwards even further in a sultry smile as she felt Harry's hands jump up to her breasts. Draping herself over his front she whispered into his ear, her voice indescribable, possessing a seductive quality that only an immortal could truly master. “This must frustrate you so, Beloved. So close to your goal, and yet so very far.”

Harry was long since past the point of being capable of speech, so all he could respond with was a distracted grunt as he hands greedily groped and felt every inch of her breasts. He whined almost pitifully as his toys were taken away when she stood up.

Meciel really shouldn't have been surprised to find that, when she sat back in her seat and looked up at her Coins owner he was vigorously stroking himself, his eyes glued to her body. She let out a laugh, her eyes dancing with amusement, only for the young man's next words to cause a thoughtful look to cross her beautiful face.

“I will kill any one person for you, no matter who they are, if you do a sexy little dance for me.” Harry offered, his tongue feeling sluggish as so much of his attention was focused elsewhere.

“Really now, Beloved? What an interesting offer. You should be careful offering such an easily exploitable condition.” Meciel countered, standing regardless as she strutted forward, her hips rolling seductively.

She felt a sudden change on her body, coinciding with Harry snapping his fingers lightly. She looked down to find her body covered in something besides her standard silvery dress. It was a little crass, but she would allow it. The ensemble started with black stocking held up by a pink garter belt, below that, barely covering the prize her Beloved desired with such enthusiasm, was a skimpy, thin matching pink G-string. Her more than generous bust was barely contained by a surprisingly large bra that covered a good deal of her breasts despite being very tight against them; the bra itself was the same pink as the rest of her outfit, but had black lace highlights that emphasized the swell of her bosom.

Overall it was a very nice selection that suited her very well, she expected nothing less from her Beloved and sent him a sultry smile in gratitude. She enjoyed the twitch from his prominent erection just a look from her caused.

She started things off by spreading her legs a little wider and slowly lifting her arms up, arching her back as she did so. With a waggle of her finger her body shined with an oil of some sort, much to Harry's enjoyment.

Bringing her arms down she bent her upper body back, her hips bending forward, her body arching like a snake, the effect causing her breasts to begin hopping up and down gently. Her hands slid down her body, never really groping her breasts yet, instead simply sliding down them to rest on her hips.

Hands firmly in place her hips began gyrating, the rest of her slowly spinning around as if pulled by the motion. Harry was entranced as her ass was finally revealed to him, and just as he'd hoped her glorious backside was perfectly framed by the pink undergarments, the body oil Meciel herself has conjured onto herself adding a delicious sheen that had his tongue wagging and his hand gripping tighter as his blood pulsed even harder.

Meciel slowly lent over, pushing her ass towards him and slowly wagging it back and forth. Harry groaned audibly as she reached up with two fingers and stroked her pussy, pushing just hard enough to depress the cloth of her panties, her labia even further outlined as she did so.

Meciel's hand was removed from her pussy, and Harry actually jumped as an instant later both her hands smacked into her ass, her cheeks jiggling. He was in serious danger of harming himself as the knuckled of the hand pumping his cock grew white, but he didn't pay it any mind.

The punishing spank was followed by a soothing rub, Meciel's hands and fingers groping her own backside, the methods differing between feather light finger passes and full on, rough groping that caused her finger to sink into the plentiful supply of ass meat on the ethereally beautiful being.

Defying gravity, or perhaps showing off her physical strength, one of Meciel's legs lifted up slowly, inching it's way skyward as she angled her body so her concealed nether lips were completely visible to Harry's hungry gaze, or at least as much as was possible without removing the stringed teasing device.

He didn't know he was holding his breath but he began to do so at some point, made moot as it was suddenly stolen from him when Meciel sent him a steamy look, bringing two fingers up to her mouth and sensually sucking on them. She never broke eye contact as her shiny fingers were released with a pop shot down to her pussy once again, this time though her hand slipped inside her panties.

He bit his lip hard, his hand almost flying now as the impossible gorgeous woman moaned wantonly. By the way her hand was pressed flat against her body it wasn't a hard assumption to make where her fingers had gone, and exactly how deep they were.