"Harry," Helen greeted him with a smile as he pulled her into a soft kiss.
"What are you doing here by the way?" He asked.
"Well, with Doctor Banner out cold and Agent Carter already recuperating, I don't have much to do over there, do I? Not when we might have something so special on our hands," she replied, earning a curious look from everyone.
"What are you talking about?" Natasha asked.
Helen smiled.
"The R&D team is in the final stages of their report but I hear they've had a breakthrough," Helen grinned. "We might truly be able to replicate some of the healing magic you can use."
"Really?" Harry asked in obvious surprise. He had not imagined that they would have any breakthrough, although he had hoped they did. He couldn't go around, treating everyone that needed any help. With SHIELD's input, perhaps they could manage to reduce the epidemics worldwide to some extent.
"That's great," Harry smiled.
Helen nodded. "So what brings you here today?"
"Why? I can't come see my lovely girlfriend?" He teased, earning a playful swat on the chest from the lovely Asian.
Maria chuckled.
"We need Barton's blood," she told her. A small grimace came over Helen's face at the mention of the turned agent.
"I still have a hard time believing Agent Barton got turned like that," she intoned softly. "What do you need the blood for though?"
"I can use it to figure out where he's holed up," Harry replied.
Helen chuckled.
"Another voodoo shit. Why am I not surprised? You're intent on proving science completely wrong, aren't you?"
Harry simply gave her an amused stare.
"How much would you need?"
"A drop will do," he replied.
"And you need the latest sample?" She asked. At his questioning look, she elaborated, "All agents submit their latest blood samples on a routine basis. Helps us doctors keep a tab on their health."
"I see," Harry nodded before gazing at all three women. "You all as well, hmm?"
"Don't worry, Harry," Helen replied in a whisper. "As the head of the department, I have full jurisdiction over blood samples. No one knows about the details, or the fact that the blood is not ours."
Harry nodded.
"I'd still like to take a look at the changes that have happened in our bloods after you marked us though," she continued, caressing the spot right over her cleavage where the golden mark was.
"I'd like to know that as well," Maria replied, earning a nod from Natasha.
"Sure," he nodded. "Can't say I'm not curious either. Must say though, with you putting the healing knowledge to those tests and Stark now examining the magical energy in that conjuration I gave him, I'm beyond intrigued to see whether there are any possibilities in this field."
"I'm fully confident there are," Helen replied before stepping forward, resting her palms on his chest and looking up at him with a playful gaze. "And I hope you won't mind being a guinea pig for a few of them when I truly get to it."
Harry smirked at the woman caressing his chest and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close.
"And what would I get out of it, hmm?"
"Well," she rubbed circles on his chest with her finger before glancing at Natasha and Maria who were looking on with matching smirks. "I'm sure we all could make it worth a little trouble, what do you say girls?"
Harry glanced around himself before gazing back at Helen who smirked.
"I think we have a deal," he replied.
"Good," she nodded, winking as she pulled away but not before stealing a quick kiss. "Wait for a bit. I'll be back with a sample."
The threesome watched their lover as she walked to the back of the laboratory to fetch Barton's blood sample.
"You are truly insatiable," Maria remarked with a snort.
"Are you complaining?" Harry teased.
"Who said I was?" She smirked. "It's fun for us all."
"You two need to keep it in your pants," Natasha snorted. "Here we have a stolen Tesseract and you two are getting all horny."
"Are we making you horny as well, dear?" Maria retorted offhandedly, not even bothering to look at her.
"I swear you've become more of a deviant than I ever knew you could be," Natasha rolled her eyes.
"You know, you seem to be at a lot of ease right now considering Barton's been turned," Harry commented, more than a little curious.
Natasha turned toward him and quirked her lips.
"I'm not worried. You're here, after all," she replied in a nonchalant voice, earning a look of surprise from him.
"Here you are," Helen arrived, prompting Harry to pull his gaze toward her. He nodded, pocketing the small vial filled with a few drops of Barton's blood.
"Thanks. I'll get it started right away. With any luck, we'll find him within minutes."
With a parting kiss, Harry walked out of the lab with Maria and Natasha on either side of him.
"It means a lot, the amount of faith you all have in me," he said softly, staring straight ahead. He felt them take a hand each and intertwine their fingers together.
"You deserve it all and so much more," Natasha replied in a whisper. Harry glanced at her with a smile.
"I hope to keep living up to it then."
"We're sure you will."
They walked in silence toward the exit of the SHIELD headquarters, watching the people darting about. A few happened to glance in their direction but most went about their way without paying anyone else any attention.
"Where's Agent Carter, by the way?" Harry asked. Ever since he had healed the woman, he had not seen her. "She's not already in the field, is she?"
"No," Maria shook her head. "She's not going to be deployed for field operations anymore."
"Really?" Harry replied.
"Director Fury is considering giving her responsibilities in the Helicarrier," the brunette continued.
"Any particular reason?" Harry asked inquisitively.
"The last mission was a disaster," Maria sighed. "She'll not be the first one to have a transfer like that."
"That's all?" He asked in surprise. Maria glanced toward Natasha who shrugged.
"You were gonna tell him tonight anyway. Might as well tell him now."
"Hmm? What is it?"
"After seeing me fight against Barton last night, Director Fury proposed for me to join Nat and Felicia in the field," Maria replied. "I saw no reason to decline."
"Really?" Harry mused. "From when?"
"This very mission," Maria replied. "I volunteered. Like Nat, I too have a score to settle with that bitch."
Natasha exchanged an understanding nod with her lover.
"I see," he said thoughtfully before smirking. "Well, we all know you'll kick ass either way."
That earned him a chuckle out of the two women.
"Can't lie though," Harry said suggestively. "I'd love to see you three fighting together. In a different way. You get what I mean?"
"I bet you would."
Harry smirked.
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Out in the Atlantic Ocean, Tony Stark cut a pipeline transport with a laser from his suit before putting in a Stark energy reactor. Once it lit up, he shot out of the ocean and flew off toward the Stark Tower.
"Done with mine. You can get on with yours," he said. On the other line of the call, Pepper Potts walked off.
"We're off the grid now? Fully?"
"Yep!"
"Wow. Can't believe our reactor is gonna take over, and it'd actually work," Pepper said in wonder.
"Stark Tower is about to become a beacon of self-sustaining clean energy," Tony declared proudly.
He had previously intended on postponing it for a few days but the sudden hiccup in his road trip with Harry prompted him to return and get it done with. As he recalled the events of the previous evening, he also could not help but think about the way he had been transported back home. That weird feeling of being squeezed through a tube had led to him emptying his stomach right in the middle of the balcony of his penthouse, and it had not been a pretty sight.
Twice he had puked his guts out in front of his lovely girlfriend now and safe to say she had been very unimpressed. It was all thanks to his witty charm that he had managed to win her over.
As he shot toward Stark Tower, he exuberantly asked her to light it up, and what a sight it was.
The STARK sign lit up more brilliantly than it ever had and it drove a sense of pride within him. They had truly done it.
"How does it look?" His girlfriend asked excitedly.
"Like Christmas, baby," he declared, landing on the gauntlet that began to dismantle his suit. "But with more… me."
"We need to step up on the public campaign. You need to do more press. This needs as much publicity as possible! Stark Energy – has quite a ring to it."
Tony groaned.
"Come on, Pepper. You're killing me here. We can think about all that jibber-jabber later. It's our moment! Enjoy it!"
Pepper Potts chuckled as her boyfriend wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her close.
"The levels are steady, I think."
"No wonder they are. I took care of it, after all," Tony replied, walking forward and taking her with him toward the bar.
"Always so modest," she chuckled.
"You know me," Tony replied. "But fine. I'll be happy to give you… let's see… twelve percent of the credit."
"Twelve?"
"Fifteen is the max I can do. I did do all the heavy lifting, after all, and quite literally at that. Don't forget the security snafu too. Who was responsible for that, I wonder?"
Pepper made to reply when she found the glass of champagne right in front of her mouth.
"Cheers, to our success," Tony clinked their glasses together as he handed hers over. Rolling her eyes, Pepper took a sip. "And please don't make me pay for that comment about percentages in some subtle way later?"
Pepper chuckled as they emptied their respective glasses before he took hers and placed them on the counter.
"Now then, I believe celebrations are in order," he whispered against her ear, his voice husky and his lips sucking on her earlobe. Pepper groaned at the feeling of his hardening manhood on her rear and she subconsciously rubbed herself on it.
Suddenly, JARVIS' voice sounded in his earpiece.
"Sir, Agent Coulson of SHIELD is on the line."
"Read the room, Jarv. I'm busy," Tony muttered, nuzzling his girlfriend's neck.
"What is it?" She asked, neck tilted to the side as she hummed in pleasure.
"Nothing for you to think about right now," Tony replied against her skin. His hands caressed her belly over her dress before they began slowly creeping upward.
"Uh… sorry for interrupting but—"
Pepper yelped from her spot between her boyfriend and the bar counter while Tony grunted as her rear collided none too gently with his raging boner. He looked up toward where the voice had come from.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" Tony exclaimed, staring at none other than Harry Bloody Potter who had the gall to smile and wave at him.
"Trust me, I know how shitty it feels to be cockblocked, but we need to talk."
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"You are a piece of shit, you know that?"
Harry chuckled and accepted the drink, smiling apologetically at the woman as he did so. Pepper merely scrunched her nose and walked away.
"I'm sorry, alright? My timing was crap."
"How the fuck did you pop in out of nowhere anyway?"
"Magic, remember?" Harry grinned unabashedly. "What? I recall you gushing over how I could teleport when we went out for drinks after that board meeting. You know, the one you got pissed halfway in."
Tony gave him the stink eye.
"Look," Harry began. "I know I could've timed it better but what's done is done. I'm sorry."
"You better not pop in without prior notice from now on, and use the fucking elevator, man!"
"Got it," Harry nodded. "Sorry to you as well, Miss Potts."
"It's alright, Mr. Potter," Pepper replied with a small smile.
"Call me Harry."
"Likewise then."
"Alright, zip up the formalities now. What brings you here?" Tony asked. "Lemme guess. Giant explosion in the middle of a desert and SHIELD's pissing its pants."
Harry chuckled.
"Yeah, that's at least a part of it."
"Is this about the Avengers?" Pepper asked, earning herself the attention of the two males in the room. She quickly raised her hands in surrender. "Which I know nothing about."
"I thought it was scrapped?" Tony asked. "And I didn't qualify either."
"Didn't know that either," Pepper muttered.
"Yeah," Tony chuckled. "Apparently, I'm too volatile, self-obsessed, don't work well with others."
"That I did know."
Harry looked at the couple in amusement.
"Well, it is about that, to some extent," he started. "Tell me, what do you know about the Tesseract?"
One exhaustive explanation of what the Tesseract was, what SHIELD had been doing in Mojave, and what followed the previous night ensued and by the time Harry was done, the threesome sat together in silence.
"You can back out. No one's forcing you do anything," Harry said as he took a sip.
"Yeah, as if," Tony chuckled humorlessly. "So what's the play here exactly?"
"Nothing much. I find where Barton is and we hope that the Loki chick and the Tesseract are both nearby. We, as in you, Captain America, and I rescue the poor guy and recover the cube. Once we're done, we kick some fine Asgardian ass before getting some takeaway on our way home. Shawarma sounds good at this time. Nice and easy."
Tony and Pepper stared at Harry, unimpressed.
"That sound simple to you?" The former asked, earning a curious look from Harry.
"Pretty much, yeah. How hard can it be?"
"I don't know if you're confident or delusional."
"Hey, come on, man! Give me some credit. And it ain't as if it's going to be us three only. My three lovely girls will be joining us as well, and let me tell you, they can kick ass better than even you, maybe," Harry retorted.
"Three lovely girls?" Pepper asked in surprise before she looked at Tony as if asking for an explanation.
"Horny bastard here has not three, but four girlfriends," the man informed her, making her stare wide-eyed at Harry who simply smiled. "And they all are involved with each other as well. Don't ask me. It's some depraved shit."
"Hey! We all are happy with the arrangement. Why are you to judge?"
"That's why I call you a horny bastard," Tony replied. "I bet you'd try to get into this Loki chick's pants as well if you can."
"Fat chance of that happening," Harry snorted. "Chick sounds crazy if she's attacking that large of a research facility with no backup. Even though I can tolerate crazy, I strictly follow the scale."
"Was good enough to take it all out and escape, that too after turning one of their best into her puppet," Tony chuckled while at the same time, Pepper asked curiously, "What scale?"
"Don't worry, man. We'll be enough," Harry told the former before adding while gesturing to the only woman in their company, "You wanna explain?"
"Well," Tony muttered. "Why not?"
Pepper looked at her boyfriend expectantly, who started to explain the Hot-Crazy Scale to her. She listened with growing disbelief as he drew an invisible graph on the table, telling her how it was fine if the chick was crazy, as long as she was equally hot. All the while, Harry stared at the woman in amusement.
"Ideally, you'll want the chick to be above this diagonal line," Tony pointed to the invisible diagonal line he had traced on the invisible graph with his finger. "Meaning she's hotter than she's crazy."
"Exactly," Harry nodded sagely.
"How the hell do you even think of this?" Pepper asked in sheer disbelief, prompting Harry and Tony to stare at each other before they both simultaneously shook their heads.
"Women," they both muttered together, making her purse her lips in exasperation.
"You know," she said, staring at Harry. "If this idiot over here told me you were his long lost brother, I wouldn't be surprised. You're both intolerable."
"And yet you're happily tolerating me," Tony quipped instantly.
"But I don't think dear Tony here would like it if you tolerated me as well," Harry said with a suggestive grin.
"Oi, fuckboy, back off. You got your four. Go get greedy somewhere else," Tony retorted, pulling his girlfriend in his lap who merely shook her head in exasperation as she made herself comfortable. Harry merely stared in amusement.
"Sir, I'm afraid my protocols are being overwritten," the voice of JARVIS suddenly resonated through the earpiece and Tony sighed.
"Stark, we need to talk," Phil Coulson's voice came from the other end.
Tony kept silent.
"I know you can hear me. This is urgent," Coulson continued.
Tony yawned.
Harry looked at the man and raised a questioning eyebrow, wondering why he was so quiet when the door to the elevator opened. Everyone looked over to see Phil Coulson stride in before his steps slowed to a halt at the sight of Harry.
"Phil!" Pepper greeted him with a smile as she stood up. "Come in."
"Phil?" Tony asked. "His first name is Agent."
Pepper rolled her eyes.
Coulson remained rooted to the spot, staring at Harry who gave the man an exasperated look.
"Mr. Potter, a surprise seeing you here," Coulson's voice was guarded. Harry sighed.
"Yeah," he stood up. "I thought a bit of team bonding would go a long way before our eagerly anticipated debut. Isn't that what Nick's looking forward to? Don't worry, I've already talked to Steve. We'll bring him in soon."
Coulson pursed his lips and gave him a curt nod.
"I believe my input is not required here then," the man replied. "Still, I'm required to hand this over to you. We need you to look it over, soon as possible."
"Yeah, I don't like being handed things," Tony replied dismissively. Pepper took that as her cue to interject and took the folder from Coulson before handing it over to Tony.
"Thank you, Phil."
Coulson gave the woman and Tony a parting nod and with a final glance toward Harry, he walked away.
"What was that?" Pepper asked Tony in a whisper.
"That's what I was going to ask. What was that? Why is he Phil?"
"That's not important," she rolled her eyes. "He seemed pretty shaken, and what was with all those looks he kept giving Harry over there?"
"Well…" Tony trailed off before looking back toward Harry who was staring at them in amusement, having listened in already, not that they were keeping it private in any sense considering he was sitting only a few feet behind them.
"Don't ask, man," he replied. "It's a long story, and an embarrassing one. I don't wanna betray his trust."
"But—"
"It's okay," Pepper interrupted. "It's understandable, and quite nice of you as well."
"Really?" Tony asked, undoubtedly wanting to know anything embarrassing about Agent Coulson.
"Yes," Pepper said pointedly before gesturing to the folder. "Now, that seems like something that needs your attention, so you better get to it. Meanwhile, I should be getting on that jet to D.C."
Tony stared at Harry with a look that explicitly shouted 'You better tell me that embarrassing shit about Coulson' before he turned toward his girlfriend.
"You really need to?"
"You've got homework. And if what I've understood is anything, it's a lot of homework. I'll see you soon."
"But Harry just said it's gonna be a piece of cake," Tony replied. Pepper gave him an exasperated look. "Alright. What if there's no more homework?"
"You mean if you're finished with it all?" Pepper asked. Tony nodded.
"Well then," she smirked and leaning up on her tiptoes, whispered something in his ear. Tony gasped dramatically.
"Done. It's a deal!"
Pepper smiled and kissed him.
"Work hard," she called out over her shoulder as she walked away, leaving her boyfriend staring at her retreating figure with a grin. Meanwhile, Harry rolled his eyes dramatically.
"Now that you're done with that," he called out, snorting when the man jumped. "I'll be taking my leave as well. I've already told you what you needed to know. Steve knows already as well. As soon as Barton's location is found, I'll contact you with the details and we can get this shit done so you can get on with whatever she told you she'd do."
"Dude, you don't get to sound like that, not when you're fucking four chicks, often at the same time," Tony retorted.
"The most I've had at the same time is three, although I guess the full house will be there soon enough," Harry chuckled.
"Lucky bastard," Tony scoffed.
"Oh, hi, Pepper. Forgot something?" Harry called out, chuckling when Tony abruptly turned around in alarm. "Can't believe you fell for that silly one, Stark. That should help you remember though: Don't let her hear you say that. Anyways, see you soon."
Tony glared as Harry vanished from his line of sight.
"Fucking asshole," he muttered under his breath before walking over to his chair. "Let's see what's this all about."
He spread the contents of the folder in the air in a holographic form and his eyes immediately fell on the glowing blue cube. He held his index finger out, touching it, his face set into one of curiosity.
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Steve sat inside the Quinjet, holding a tablet and watching a figure with a blurred face fighting a massive monster with relative ease. He could barely keep up with everything that had been happening on the screen.
"That is Harry Potter," Sharon Carter intoned, prompting him to look at her. She took a seat beside him and smiled.
"I've met him. Good man," Steve replied, earning a nod from the blonde.
"He saved my life a few days ago."
At his curious look, she elaborated, "I'd been on an infiltration mission in Russia. Things went bad and I got captured. It was… not pleasant. I was tortured, almost maimed, while they tried to extract any information from me."
Steve frowned.
With a sigh, Sharon continued, "I must've been there for weeks, at least it felt like that. They kept torturing me, but they must've already realized that they were gonna get nothing from me. After all, if someone's gonna talk, they'll talk after you pull the first nail out. If they keep silent even after that, you know you'll get nothing out of them."
Steve nodded. He had seen his fair share of hardships and ugliness in the war.
"I'd almost given up all hope, but SHIELD did send a team. Mr. Potter's girlfriend managed to find and rescue me. She took me back with her to where he was and he used his powers to heal me. I couldn't believe how quickly I recovered after going through so much. His powers are truly something else."
"You respect him," Steve stated calmly.
Sharon nodded.
"I owe him my life. Both him and Agent Hardy," she replied, earning a frown from Steve.
"Agent Hardy? Isn't he with Agent Romanoff?"
He was surprised when she flushed slightly.
"Oh, I suppose you wouldn't know. Well, it's kind of an open secret inside SHIELD now, so I don't see any issues in telling you."
Steve looked at her inquisitively.
"Mr. Potter is with multiple women," she said, taking him by surprise.
"Truly?"
Sharon nodded.
"They are all with him and with each other. Don't ask me how it works. Plenty of people are baffled but no one pries into their affairs. Although there are a number of males who are jealous, and several females who think about approaching him."
Steve sat there in shock as he processed the information.
"It seems the society is the same and yet different in a lot of ways," he remarked.
"You got that right," Sharon nodded and stood up. Steve watched her walk away toward the cockpit. The woman was very obvious in her admiration of Harry and he could understand her sentiments. He would not be surprised if her admiration developed into something more serious either.
Shaking his head, Steve looked back at the screen that displayed Harry vanishing with the monster. He could not deny that he was intrigued by the powers Harry possessed. He had come off as a genuine person and he had not heard anything negative about the man. The only peculiar thing about him was what he had been told mere moments ago but it was not his place to judge.
He swiped the screen and it switched to a man flying in a red and gold suit with thrusters shooting out of his palms and legs.
Tony Stark, Howard's son.
He already had a good idea of Harry's character and he felt he could rely on the man in the field of battle. However, he knew nothing about Howard's son and he wondered just what kind of a person he was.
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Several soldiers ran about under Loki's watchful gaze, preparing for their upcoming mission. Off to the side, Erik Selvig worked on the CMS device that was the fundamental component of her plan.
She eyed the Tesseract before gazing at the scepter in her hand. Two Infinity Stones and both were in her possession. Usually, it would have made any being feel more powerful than most, but she felt none of it.
No matter what she'd ever done or accomplished, it had never been enough. She remembered every slight, every dismissive remark, and every disapproving look Odin cast on her for her entire life. Nothing she had done had made him value her, let alone consider her equal to Thor or in some scenarios, higher than him.
She didn't harbor any delusions that she was better than Thor. But there were indeed areas where he didn't even compare to her. Yet, she had never been given any recognition that she deserved.
Thor did not bring the unruly subjects to heel on his own. He did not help Odin maintain his hold on his massive dominion on his own. She had played a significant role in ensuring all those endeavors did not only succeed but also went with as few hassles as possible.
For years, she had held her reservations bottled up inside her, and slowly, her grievances had intensified. They had grown to such an extent that she had slowly come to resent both Odin and Thor. She only had one person who supported her… acknowledged her accomplishments and recognized her as the warrior she was.
Only for her foolishness to lead to her demise.
Her mother's death had broken her, but the truth had driven the final nail in the coffin. To find out that your entire life had been a lie, that you had never been who you were raised as, and that you did not belong to the place you had called home for as long as you could remember… Her spirit had broken that day, and with it came her rage. Rage at the betrayal at the hands of those who had dared to call her family, to call her daughter, to call her sister.
Loki could never forgive herself for the role she had played in Queen Frigga's death. She was her mother. But she could also not bring herself to forgive her for her deception. Never once had anyone tried to tell her the truth, not even her.
It took a lot of self-reflection, but she had finally realized why Odin had always treated her with bias. She was someone he had abducted from Jotunheim. She was not the one his queen had birthed.
He did not acknowledge her as his daughter. He never outright said it, but he showed it when it mattered.
However, he had raised her. And he had inculcated the traits of an Asgardian within her. No matter how much she resented Odin, she could not discard the desire from deep inside her that wanted to prove a point to him. To prove that she was a capable warrior. That she had something of Odin.
He was a warrior. A conqueror. She might not have his blood, but she had his mindset.
Odin had never acknowledged her, but soon, he would.
She would do the same thing Odin had done when he was forging his massive kingdom. Invading worlds, conquering his foes, and ruling over them as their absolute overlord.
Loki sighed as she stared at the Tesseract once again. It was a powerful artifact, and another powerful artifact was inside her scepter. She did not forget where she had gotten that scepter from, and what he was capable of. She did not fear easily, but the Mad Titan, as he was called, was someone who unnerved her.
She remembered their deal. He would aid her in her conquest in return for the Tesseract. She did not know what his plans were, and he had not let her in those plans. However, knowing him, it could not be anything good.
However, his plans were none of her concern. All she wanted was to conquer Midgard. She would prove to Odin that she was his daughter, no matter how hard he tried to distance himself from acknowledging that fact.
She had rarely ever been to Midgard before, but she knew what the beings who called this realm their home were like. Devoid of any powers but diligent nonetheless. She had seen the advancements they had made and although nowhere near the other civilizations, they were somewhat capable. None of the humans she had met had made her feel anything for them though. They were beings inferior to her, akin to how the humans themselves must consider the millions of other creatures that inhabited Midgard.
At least that was what she thought… Until she met him.
She could not explain what made him different, but she could feel it deep inside her. An otherworldly feeling permeated the air when she met him... as if she had found her equal, perhaps someone even greater. There was no way he could be a mere human.
Not even on Asgard or any other realm had she felt like that in another's presence, and she had longed to meet him again.
The night they had spent together, dancing the most sacred of dances known to beings irrespective of the realm, had been the most pleasurable time of her life. She had felt at home in his arms. His touch had set her skin on fire. The way he had taken her, pleasured her, made her yearn for him… For the first time in her life, she had felt she could give herself, body and soul, to someone.
'Sylvia.'
She could still hear the way he spoke her name – a name given to her by the one she called 'Mother'. And it made her womanhood long for him once again.
Her eyes closed and the scepter obeyed, sending her into her mindscape. She leaned against the wall and her fingers immediately obliged, burying deep inside her gushing womanhood as she watched herself on her arms and knees while he thrust into her from behind. Her eyes raked over his masculine form as she pushed her fingers in and out of her needy quim.
"Harry…" she moaned in a whisper, staring with half-lidded eyes as he gripped her memory-self's plump rear firmly and began to shove his manhood even deeper inside her. The howl of pleasure she let out resonated alongside the one her memory-self let out as well.
"Ah Harry…" she gasped, furiously rubbing her clit, and watching him fuck her. The term was lewd, yet appropriate. She wanted him to fuck her like that for the rest of their lives.
She kept fucking herself on her fingers as the pair on the bed changed their positions. He laid on his back and pulled her over him. Their lips slammed in a needy kiss as he thrust his magnificent manhood deep inside her, and she felt her toes curl as she felt her orgasm approaching at a furious pace.
The moment the Sylvia on the bed cried out in jubilation, she gasped, smiling breathlessly as her massive climax coursed through her. She stood there, body shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm, and took in the sight of the pair laying side by side on the bed. One of Harry's palms was gripping her memory-self's breast while the other caressed her cheek as they kissed, and the sight filled her with desire.
That night had been the first time when she had wished for someone's seed to take root within her, and although it had not happened, the wish had not vanished.
"Once I'm done here," she whispered to herself, staring at them longingly.
She was going to conquer Earth, but merely conquering it was not enough. She would forge a dynasty out of her conquest. No man had ever made her feel like Harry had. If there was anyone else who deserved to rule alongside her, it was him. She knew he was not a normal human, but even if he was, she did not care. He was above the highest of beings in her eyes.
Her green eyes sparkled as she was pulled away from the memory. The sight of their naked bodies wrapped in an embrace as they kissed remained etched in her mind.
She would find him soon, for both personal and practical reasons. After all, she desired him, and she would also need an heir who would continue this dynasty.
To be continued…
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