"Fuhck! Fuhck! Fuhck!" Ginny's guttural moans were embarrassingly loud, far overshadowing the slapping of skin on skin, Harry's heavy breathing, and the quiet commentary from their two observers. She couldn't help it, it just felt too good. Sex with Harry had been good from the very start, but as they'd learned more about what made each other tick, it had gotten somehow better. Well, at least Harry had gotten better, she hoped he was enjoying it more too, but sometimes it felt like she was just along for the ride.
They'd found that doggy style felt especially good for her, penetration just felt deeper. With each thrust, his cockhead burrowed into her, lodging against a part of her that she'd never known existed but felt unfathomable. It was the satisfaction of having the innermost depths of her femininity penetrated and claimed. Each time he seated himself within her, her feminine walls closed addictingly around his girth, singing with the satisfaction of having something to clench around, and of being so very full. So she moaned out garbled profanities, spraying drool and spittle, she couldn't not.
Once he'd gotten the angle, depth and rhythm just right (and he was getting frighteningly good at that) it didn't take her long. "Cumming! Cumming!" She howled. "On your cock! Cock! Cock! Cock!"
Harry had learned to keep thrusting at exactly the same pace as she came. With the pulses of her orgasm already blazing through her body, his plunging thrusts were like chucking a load of explosives into the inferno. She detonated again, her orgasm redoubling itself, and Harry continued to thrust. "HUHH! HUHH! HUHH! HUHH!" She grunted, beyond words, beyond everything except the feeling of Harry's cock in her.
As the inferno dissipated, Ginny slumped limply against the bed- her brain as much mush as her muscles. "Looks like your little fangirl is addicted to your cock, babe." Natasha teased. During her recap of the battle with Hela, Ginny may have gushed a little too exuberantly about how well Harry had fought. She wasn't in the headspace defend her honor, however, mostly because her headspace was still somewhere up in the clouds. "Though it looks like you'll need some help finishing off." Natasha continued. Huh?
"I volunteer!" Shuri piped in.
Ginny roused herself. "Wait, you didn't cum?" Perhaps it could be explained by this being round two for him- Natasha had gotten first dibs tonight, and all three of them had enjoyed some private time with him earlier that day- but her sense of pride wouldn't stand for this.
"Don't worry about it, Gin." Harry stroked her back. "I loved-"
"No. I need to make you cum!" Ginny insisted.
However, Shuri had seen her opening and was trying to wedge herself in. "C'mon." She sashayed over. She met Ginny's eyes, hers glinting playfully. "Don't you want to cum in my Wakandan pussy?" She brought a hand down to her sex, spreading her outer lips to reveal pink flesh beneath. "I'm so wet for you."
Oh, she wanted to play that way, did she? Ginny had a competitive streak, and wasn't about to get poached from. She got back on her knees and splayed her legs, displaying her sex to him. "Please cum in me, Harry." She begged as plaintively as she could manage, swaying her hips enticingly. "I need it, please." She shot a smirk Shuri's way. Beat that.
Harry's eyes were bouncing between them, he seemed paralyzed by the turn of events. Ginny and Shuri were all too happy to take advantage of his indecision as they upped their game. Shuri retaliated by crawling into bed and placing a hand on his chest. "I loved watching you wreck Ginny." She purred. "Don't you want to make your princess scream for your cock?"
Ginny gave up her position and crawled to Harry's other side, mirroring Shuri. Harry sent a long-suffering look to Natasha, who was watching on in amusement. "My womb is so empty." It was strange, what the energy between all of them led to. Would she ever dream of saying something like that if it were just her and Harry? But the addition of Natasha and Shuri, all of them playing off each other had an energy of its own. It was over the top and intense and playful, with more than a hint of the taboo.
"So's mine!" Shuri added quickly.
"You've already knocked her up!" Ginny snapped. "It's my turn!"
Harry choked on nothing. "Well, well, well." Natasha said. "Bold of you. I don't know if a war is the right time for getting knocked up, but more power to-"
"Shut up!" Ginny squeaked, her cheeks heating. "I-I wasn't thinking properly."
"I concede!" Shuri held up her hands in defeat. "On the condition that you keep going with the impregnation bit." Ginny pumped her fist in triumph.
"But no actual impregnation this time." Harry raised an eyebrow at Shuri.
"The contraceptive charm should prevent any… mishaps." Ginny said. She'd heard the problems Shuri and Natasha had had with mundane methods of contraception. While she hadn't heard of magic overriding muggle birth control, Harry had always been the exception to the rules. "Oh." She caught herself. "I mean, please breed me!"
Harry chuckled. "Well, if you want my cum so badly, you better work for it, Weasley." Then he laid back in bed, relaxed and confident. There were still moments where Ginny felt a sense of perspective. A few weeks ago, she would have bemoaned that she would stay a virgin all her life, while nevertheless seeing that as better than most of the alternatives. Her partner would have been decided for, and even if she tried to date a boy of her own accord, he'd probably die in the war. Having a satisfying sexual relationship was a dream.
On the other hand, she remembered spending years of her other life obsessing over Harry- being with him and being in bed with him. She remembered her first sex dream, at twelve, and waking up hot and panting, wishing she could climb into his bed and fill the emptiness inside her. She remembered touching herself, every night for years, thinking of him. Even when she'd dated other boys, her secret thoughts had strayed back to Harry as often as not.
So, seeing Harry now was like a wet dream. She stared, feeling the need to pinch herself. He was laid out for her like a platter, his eyes burning into hers in challenge. He was fully relaxed, but she could still see the subtle, drool worthy, ripple of his musculature. Then of course, was his cock, which erupted brazenly from his body. It was thick and flushed and engorged, like a monument to his masculinity, a testament to his power, sexual and otherwise.
She was drawn from her staring by Natasha, who smacked her bum playfully. "You know, if you just want to ogle him I'd gladly take your place." Shuri said. Stirred to action, Ginny scrambled onto Harry, plopping herself onto his lap. His cock rested against her abdomen, and she felt her core flutter at the proximity, she was leaking onto him. She lifted herself up. She could do this. Grabbing his cock and trying to ignore how it throbbed between her fingers, she guided herself back down on him. She gasped as her lips pressed against his crown, and then easily parted for it. She slid around him so easily, and she ended up taking him faster than she intended. She grunted as he bottomed out. They'd found that in this position, it felt best for her to gyrate and grind her hips. However, Harry far preferred an up and down pumping motion, and so that was what Ginny would give him.
She started slow, bracing herself against Harry's chest as she began to pump her hips. "You're going to need to fuck him harder than that, if you want him to cum." Natasha told her. It was an easy thing for Nat to say. While both women had fought in the war, Ginny's childhood had been comparatively sheltered, and when she had fought she hadn't really had to rely on physical strength. Natasha's body, however, spoke to her physicality. She was both strong and flexible, she could easily pin Ginny down and have her way with her, and could properly fuck Harry in any position she chose. Neither she nor Shuri could compete with that- though Shuri, she knew, was getting ready to change that.
Nevertheless, Ginny grunted and picked up her pace, focusing on the mechanical action of moving her hips rather than the sensations. There was something erotic about it, about fucking Harry not for her own pleasure, but to get his cum. It really did feel like this was a breeding, that they were both just animals following their base instincts. "C'mon, Gin." Harry hummed. "Show me how much you want it."
"Fuck! I want it!" Ginny moaned, picking up the pace further. She could faintly hear the sound of her skin slapping wetly against his. "Gonna get your cum." She grunted. Through the hanging locks of her hair, her hooded eyes met his and he must have seen something in them because he moaned. "Gonna suck it straight from your balls." She bored her eyes into his. "'Till there's nothing left for Shuri."
"Hey!" Shuri squawked.
"Gonna take it all," Ginny continued over Shuri's protests. "Into my fertile womb."
"Fuck!" Harry hissed, his cock throbbing urgently within her. He was close, but he had one last trick up his sleeve. "You want that Gin?" He nearly growled. "I could do that. That little charm is nothing." He pressed a hand to her abdomen, and she felt his magic. He was purposefully projecting it into her body, and she could feel it.
Fuck, he was powerful. When she saw him against Hela, wielding magic in a way she'd only ever seen Riddle, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald do… she'd felt something. Natasha was only teasing about the 'fangirl' thing, but she wasn't that far from the truth. Long gone were the days where she thought of him as a flawless storybook hero- her fourth year was enough to disabuse her of that. But he'd never stopped being her hero. And thinking about Harry's power, how naturally and potently he'd wielded his magic left her weak in the knees and soaking wet. And here he was, flaunting his power for her. It flowed from his hand, burned in his eyes, and thrummed through his cock. "And you want to know the best part?" He asked. "You'd let me. You'd beg for it."
She knew he was right. "Hnnnggghhh." Ginny grunted, biting her lower lip in a desperate bid to control herself. She hadn't been particularly close to cumming before, but in moments Harry had brought her to the edge. She couldn't stop thrusting, though. She had to… had to hold on for him, last just a little longer, no matter how good it felt, how much she wanted to tip over the edge. For Harry.
"I'm cumming!" He finally moaned. "Fucking cumming!"
She was too far gone to do anything other than hold on for dear life. He was throbbing in her, pumping in her, filling her, filling her with his seed. She shuddered, overcome with euphoria. She threw her head back, her unfocused eyes gazing blankly at the ceiling as she moaned. Every pulse from Harry was like another dose of ecstasy, unravelling her further as she imagined him injecting more and more of his cum into her. Even after he stopped, she stayed, mouth silently agape as she focused on the feeling of him inside of her.
Even after she came down to earth, she felt light and tingly all over. Her sex fluttered around his shaft still, as if begging it to release just a bit more of his seed for her. He shifted beside her, and his cock began to slide out. Ginny whined, clutching him and re-sheathing his shaft. Her pussy quivered in delight at having reclaimed its prize. "Don't leave." She entreated. "Stay. Please."
"You're so greedy." Shuri teased. "You gonna hog his cock all night?"
She gave Shuri the side eye. "Maybe."
"Well, too bad." Shuri said. "You got to cum twice, and I could tell those were really good ones. I'm really pent up."
"He ate you out this morning." Natasha remarked. "Made you cum, what, three times?"
"And I'm really pent up!" Shuri repeated, with emphasis.
"Ladies, I think we can find a compromise." Harry interrupted.
"Like what?" Shuri huffed.
"You think I'm done spoiling my princess' pussy?" He asked her. "C'mere."
Shuri's lips parted into an 'o' as she realized his intentions, and she wasted no time in scrambling over to straddle his face. In the corner of Ginny's vision she saw Shuri's dark thighs coming to rest on either side of Harry's head. Ginny just snuggled in closer to Harry's chest, happily claiming her spot. "Well, what are you waiting for, white boy?" Shuri chirped. "Get to-" Her words were cut off by a squeak as Harry did in fact get to it. For a long few moments, Shuri's only noises were her breathing, which became more and more ragged with each passing second. Then- "Fuck!" She hissed. "Fuck, fuck! You're so good." Another few moments as her breathing picked up. "You're so fucking good. So good. Soooo good."
It was just like this morning, Ginny thought to herself. Shuri had spent the entire time babbling a few iterations of the exact same phrase. Not that she blamed her. Shuri's moans grew, rose to a peak and then- "No!" She cried out. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Ginny gasped as Harry's cock throbbed, suddenly pulsing to near fullness.
Ginny looked up at them. Shuri was grinding down onto Harry's face, but it was clear that she wasn't in control, not remotely. "Oh, he loved that." She said. "Keep begging him."
"Please suck my clit!" Shuri begged obligingly. "Please! I need it. I need your mouth on my clit soooo bad." Harry grabbed Shuri's hips, tilting them just slightly, and Shuri wailed. His cock throbbed again, and Ginny couldn't help herself, it just felt so good. She pushed herself up and began to grind, seeking that magical spot deep within her and rubbing his cockhead against it.
Shuri, meanwhile, had doubled over, panting as Harry continued to worship her pussy. "Fuck!" She grunted breathlessly. "Oh fuck!" They were facing each other, inches away. She thought nothing sounded better than popping Shuri's nipple in her mouth. Then Natasha leaned in between them.
"You're both so cute." She said. "Both on top of him, pretending you're in control." She cupped Ginny's cheek and ran her thumb across her lips. Ginny gasped, and Natasha took the opening, pressing her tongue in skillfully. Ginny tried to reciprocate, but her attempts were clumsy and distracted. She collapsed into Nat, folding into her body for support.
"Close?" Natasha purred into her ear, before nibbling at her earlobe.
"Getting there." Ginny panted. She was planning on savoring this, Harry's hard cock, pressing in all the right places, grinding at her own pace, slowly building herself up.
"Let's see what we can do about that, shall we?" Natasha favored her that alluring, lopsided grin that made her insides flutter. Her hand dipped down, and in moments her fingers found Ginny's clit. The combination- Nat's fingers rubbing her clit perfectly and Harry's cock hitting just so- made her cum in seconds. Nat kissed her again, swallowing her moans with her mouth. Her body felt so good, her firm muscles and soft curves were the best of both worlds, and Ginny wanted to melt into them.
Ginny was basking in the afterglow, enjoying both Harry's presence inside her and Nat's against her when she suddenly found herself toppled over. She squawked indignantly from her new spot tangled in the bedcovers, while Natasha took her place. "Sorry babe." She said, not sounding sorry at all. "My turn."
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Albrecht stumbled, disoriented. He closed his eyes, bracing himself on all fours as the world seemed to swirl around him. His mind was a jumble, but he tried to remember what had just happened.
There had been a fight- an ambush. Wizards had teleported in. Curses had gone flying. A green spell had hit the ground at his feet. It had exploded, sending him flying into… into…
The Time Vortex.
Despite his dizziness, his eyes flew open and he looked around. All around him, he saw the burnt out ruins of London. Was he trapped? Was, even as he got his bearings, years, decades, centuries slipping away from him? For a moment the thought panicked him, but then, he thought about it a little more.
He didn't have any family left, nor any friends he'd missed terribly. His entire life had become fighting in the war, and frankly he could do without that. So what if he only got out a century from now? Maybe the world would be a slightly less shitty place than when he'd left it.
Calmer now, he stood up, wobbling only slightly. There were no signs of the battle that had once been raging around him- a sure sign that he was in the vortex. That battle was probably long finished. He began to leisurely stroll back out- what hurry was he in? He was already late to every conceivable appointment he could have made. Chuckling softly to himself at his attempt at humor, he trod on. Hopefully the war would be long settled by the time he got out.
Then, suddenly, something shifted. It felt monumental, like the tides pulling back in anticipation of a tsunami. The sky, once an indecipherable blur, crystalized. It was noon, and there was a scattering of clouds drifting by. In the distance, he saw a cadre of soldiers. They warily approached him, as he did the same. As they neared, he saw their emblems, and his heart sank. The uniforms were different, but these men were still Hydra. They were still armed for battle. The war wasn't over. He must not have been in limbo as long as he'd thought.
"You there!" One of them barked in English. "Who are you!" He only partially understood the language, and he did his best to respond.
"Private Albrecht Beck!" He saluted. "Was in battle… blown into…" He struggled for words, and settled for waving an arm behind him. "That."
The men conversed, again in English. What was with the English? He knew that technically, they were in England, but they were Germans, were they not? Or had that changed?
"What… year?"
"1998."
Albrecht gaped. He was pretty sure he'd heard that right. "Forty years?" He managed faintly. How was the war still going on, after forty years? How could the world have survived it?
"We've got a situation here." One of the men said into coms. "Something's… happened with the vortex. It might be pulling back."
"The… war?" He asked, hoping he was wrong, hoping it was done.
He only got a shake of the head in response. It was all he needed to know.
"What now?"
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Harry laid back onto bed, fully naked. This was nothing new to his audience, the three women who slept with him at night, but the context was completely new. It was almost formal, ritualistic.
Shuri held a cup in her hand, and in the cup was a purple liquid. "You sure about this?" Nat asked.
Shuri nodded. "It was taken from him unjustly." She said. "He defended Wakanda, twice now. If anyone's worthy, its Harry."
"Damn straight." Ginny said.
"You'll probably get another vision." Shuri warned. Harry grimaced, he already had a feeling who he'd be seeing, and he wasn't keen on another little talk with her. "Are you ready?" Despite his misgivings, Harry nodded. "Okay." Shuri said, her voice almost a whisper.
"Are there any words you're supposed to say?" Ginny asked. "Incantations?"
"I really don't give a shit." Shuri snorted. "Drink up." Then she tipped the cup to his lips, and Harry drank.
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"You again."
He was back on the mountaintop, where he'd last confronted Death. The night was still cold, the unforgiving landscape still hauntingly beautiful, and the stars above were still striking and unfamiliar. But something was different. He looked towards the horizon. The sky seemed just faintly less black, like dawn was just about to break, and Death looked… put off?
"You didn't have to see me." Harry said. She scoffed. "In fact, if you don't want anything to do with me, we could solve this all right now."
"Please. You'd think I'd give up a chance to talk to you?"
"I'm not sure-"
"But you're just so INFURIATING!" She burst out.
"Err, sorry?"
"Escaping me once- fine." She waved her hand. "A fluke. But twice? And by blowing up two universes?"
"Yeah, turns out I found your offer of making me your torture sex slave less than appealing." He deadpanned. He could still feel the power rolling off her in cold waves, and her fury was terrifying, but it was also- Harry knew- impotent. If Death could take him now, she would, or would at least be gloating about it. Not raging at his intransigence.
"You should be honored." She spat. "To even meet my notice, let alone be desired by me."
There was silence, only cut by a gust of wind that bit at his bare skin. "Somehow." He said. "I think if I were the type to grovel at your feet, you wouldn't care that much about me."
"Perhaps." She said, her frustration bleeding off. "You're right. No mortal's ever done what you have. I've been watching you." She stalked toward him. "Watching you lay with all those pitiful mortal women." Harry was speechless, was she jealous? "You're so desperate to fuck them, almost like you're trying to forget me." Perhaps he was trying to forget her, but not in the way that Death seemed to be implying. He was terrified, and maybe sex helped him forget his near certain doom. "But you see, Harry. They're NOTHING." Harry felt that word and her intent with it. It was said with such a force of will that it seemed to be communicated to his very soul. She saw his lovers as worms, less than worms, like the scum beneath her feet. It would have been completely beneath her notice had that scum not become attached to him.
Then, to emphasize her point, she unveiled herself. Her midnight dark robes melted away, revealing the perfect expanse of her pure white skin. It was as if she'd been carved from marble by one of the great artists. To say that he was attracted to her would be like saying that a weathervane responded to a hurricane- technically true but utterly insufficient. His cock throbbed, filling with blood so quickly it left him dizzy. He bit his lip to try to stifle his moan, but it came through anyway.
He didn't understand how she could look so beautiful, how he felt he might cum from just looking at her bare form, how he could feel such intense arousal and all-consuming terror at the same time. "Once you belong to me, you'll be begging for the worst of my torture over whatever meager pleasure those mortals could give you." She was closing in, and her cold power buffeted him like an arctic gale. All she needed to do was reach out and touch him. "You were right, though. The more you resist me, the more I want you." Her eyes darkened, and she looked down at his body with hunger. Harry shuddered from head to toe. "And I want you. You will be mine."
Then she kissed him, fingers stabbing into his cheek, the cold piercing him. Her tongue jabbed forth, forcibly parting his lips. He wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't, forced to look into her darkened pits as they swam with hunger. She moaned, and Harry's body vibrated with it. His cock twitched again and again, and Harry repeated in his head like a mantra- don't cum, don't cum, don't cum.
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The world reformed around him, and Harry sat bolt upright in bed.
"It worked!" Shuri shouted. "I mean, it worked, didn't it?" Ginny and Nat stared at him indecipherably.
It certainly had. He felt strong, physically strong. His cock had never been harder in his life. He tried to banish the memory of what he'd just seen. He didn't want to think about death, and her terrible beauty. Perhaps Death had been wrong before about why he wanted to forget her, but she wasn't wrong now. He needed to purge her from his mind, dispel the shadow hanging over him. He knew it would fade into vague memory like all his other encounters had. His mind simply didn't seem capable of fully holding her, but until then he needed to get her out, out, out.
Thankfully, he already knew how.