[ Harry Potter ]
[Harry Potter]
Clap~ clap~ clap~
Ah~~ ugh~~Ah~~~
'Hmm? Is Yasaka in heat again?' I asked myself as I groggily opened my eyes, only to find myself entangled and bound by her soft tails.
I sighed internally as I tried not to shudder in pleasure while Yasaka worked on fucking herself hard, treating me like a living dildo—way to make a guy feel like a piece of meat…
This here… this whole situation was not even a new development. No, in fact, this happens more than I'd like to admit—on the other hand, this is also not an unwelcomed, hated, or even uncomfortable position to be in—as I am sure any healthy young man who was fortunate enough to be in a similar position would testify.
What's better than waking up to a sexy milf riding your hard dick like a woman possessed? Nothing, that's what.
Still, I need to wrap this up quickly, which means I need to go all out and do some fast and hard ass-clapping—which means I have to pin and dick her down into unconsciousness.
Don't get me wrong, I'd like nothing more than to continue lying down and let her do all the work, but I have things to do, and I know myself enough to know that I'll just procrastinate again in favor of my earthly desires…
Casting a max pleasure sensitivity spell—a spell I created a long while ago, derived from the one used by Hogwarts, though this one has some very distinct differences—I felt Yasaka go still for less than a second before her legs gave up on her, pussy clenching around my little warrior as she started to spasm and shudder in pleasure—which in turn freed me of my tail bondage, as each of her nine tails started going out of control, curling, swaying, straightening, or wrapping themselves around Yasaka's own waist as I sat up and adjusted our position.
I didn't give her much time to enjoy her orgasm because as soon as I had her pinned down in a mating press, I started pounding her into the mattress with all the vigor I could muster… clapping those cheeks is always going to be a pleasure for me.
It took me a full hour and a half to fuck her into unconsciousness, but I'd like to report/announce that I have successfully accomplished my goal/mission.
Yasaka in heat is different from her usual self. Her normal self usually likes kissing, dirty talk, the occasional rough handling like choking, hair pulling, and spanking, but when she's in heat, she's a different beast altogether. She just wants rough sex with little to no talk, leaning more toward animalistic mating kind of sex than anything else.
Though I couldn't find it in me to complain either way…I like sex…
Standing up, I stretched a little and cast a few cleaning and tidying spells as I moved toward the shower door that's connected to the bedroom. I could have just cleaned myself using magic, but there's just something about a shower after sex that gets me all fired up and ready to work.
'What do I have today?' I asked myself as I stood under the shower, letting the warm water pour over me. I don't know why, but this is one of the best places to think about stuff… at least for me it is… am I weird? … Ah, who cares.
Anyway, now that I am awake and refreshed, I could already feel Elizabeth and Konou roaming around Kyoto; clearly, they have snuck out 'without' protection again…
I sighed and shook my head as I let my senses hitch a ride through the intricate fabrics of reality, and soon I saw them playing with other kids in the park.
Snacks, candy, food, and pretty much everything you need for a picnic are tucked neatly by the roots of the only sage-tree in the park. At least they remembered to bring (steal from the kitchen) food with them this time instead of resorting to their usual dine and dash tactics.
It's funny that they think we didn't know about that. Pretty much every restaurant in the area knows Konou and Elizabeth by now, and their little dine and dash trick is just that—a trick.
We always settle what they owe by the end of every month—at least Yasaka does.
'As long as she's having fun,' I thought wistfully as I shook my head in resignation. At least they remembered to wear their enchanted jewelry this time around… sigh~ small victories.
Still, it's not like they are outside of our range or without protection; those enchanted rings and earrings are nothing but extra precautions…
The real protection is the seals I put into my daughter's soul, body, and mind. These seals were by far the best protection in the world, for they were linked to my soul and Grimoire, being regularly and automatically updated and optimized. Plus, the connection to me keeps the seals running at maximum capacity through my magic, so yeah, she's safe…
Even though separately the seals themselves are simple, together they weren't so. They are interlinked, interwoven, and pretty much designed to work in tandem with one another; the body seal makes sure my daughter's body is in optimal condition, heals her should she get hurt, and/or teleports her to me should she wish to or in the unlikely event that she receives a sneak attack that could potentially kill her, either due to the damage exceeding the seal's ability to heal or damaging the seal itself.
The mind seal was there to protect her against any and all kinds of mind manipulation, slowly strengthening her mindscape over time and counterattacking anything that dares to touch her mind with a stored and constantly empowered mental attack—courtesy of yours truly…
The soul ones were my most sophisticated, delicate, and difficult to attach, though. The seal itself had four functions that were deceptively simple but almost impossible to achieve without the proper knowledge.
The first function was the link that connects Elizabeth's soul to mine, meaning that in the unlikely event that she somehow dies, her soul is then pulled into my own soulscape for healing and protection.
The second function was just a high-level protection—it sounds simple, but it's not—for this function protects her against soul attacks, even if the caster of said attack is someone on the level of Ophis. It also prevents gods from looking into her soul, shields her against soul corruption, deviation, collapse, etc...
The third feature was the one that strengthens and fortifies her soul slowly over time. It was also the hardest feature to make, as strengthening the soul is a very difficult thing to do.
The fourth feature's the one that connects every seal she has on her together, as well as makes sure her soul, body, and mind equilibrium is not easily disturbed.
Konou too has a modified version of the seal, though hers is connected to her mother and works in a way that makes sure that her soul is cleansed of any ill effects before she's born again through her mother—without the need of Yasaka to be impregnated.
This seal was my one-year anniversary gift to Yasaka, which earned me—one of—if not the best week of my life. A week spent doing nothing but eating and doing all kinds of freaky sex plays.
Shaking my head, I directed my thoughts toward my current task, which was getting out of the shower and getting dressed, not wanting to go through the memories of that week again just yet.
'I just finished having sex and Yasaka's out of commission, so I kind of have to try and not think of something that gets me hard again.'
Drying myself, I cast one of my most useful daily spells—the quick dress spell—a spell I invented some time ago after getting inspired by one of the gamer fanfictions I read when I was putting ideas together for my new game.
'A game that will go online very soon'… I tried to suppress the maniacal smile from gracing my handsome face. This was my first and probably only attempt at playing god—at least for a long while—and I get giddy every time I think about it…
Picking up my phone, which was silenced and put down on the dresser, I unlocked it and found some unread messages from Asia, Sairoarg, and Valerie, along with some unimportant ones…
Sairoarg wanted to know if we are still up for our weekly spar, the one I missed the last two weeks thanks to me getting busy correcting and fixing some irregularities discovered in the game, running some tests, and establishing the primary source connection between the game's small reality and the world.
There were still some last-minute connections that need to be set up, like the connection to Yahweh's system—or more accurately, the rest of his system. Though this one was a minor thing, so…
Now that I think about it, 'is Michael even aware that there's something siphoning their faith energy reservoir?' I don't know, but I am sure he won't mind.
I'll ask him about it later… maybe…
Hitting the paper plane-shaped button on my phone screen, I confirmed that I would be attending our weekly spars with Sairoarg, eloquently saying, "Sure, bro. See you then"… and that's that.
Valerie's message was her asking if it was okay for Gasper—her friend—to join the game's beta testing team with her.
'Sigh~ this girl is a sucker for that femboy friend of hers,' I thought as I shook my head in resignation, not forgetting to reply and tell her to knock herself out.
I still don't know what she sees in him, but I promised her a safe and healthy environment to live in back when I rescued her from that dreary dungeon she was imprisoned in—that means she gets to study, train, eat her fill, and do what she wants—even if what she wants to do is her femboy friend…
Now that I think about it, the only thing I told her not to do was join a peerage, and that's it… hmm, am I not a fit guardian? Nah… that's crazy talk. I am a great guardian.
Asia's message was her asking if she would be in trouble for killing fallen angels… now that's something I didn't think she'd ask.
Frowning a little, I sent her a reply, which was just me saying, "Nah, you'll be fine," before I connected my senses to my authority and went on to see what she'd been doing since I called her earlier.
[ Asia Potter ]
Asia found herself sitting on her makeshift chair by the altar of an abandoned church, clothes smeared with blood, hands trembling from time to time, and face scrunched in disgust thanks to the absolutely horrible smell of blood, piss, and shit that plagued the place.
Looking at her phone again, she sighed deeply as she checked her brother's reply one more time…
It was good that there would be no trouble coming their way because of this… she thought as she once again looked at the mangled corpses of the four-person team of fallen angels laying on the floor along with the twenty other corpses of the now-dead stray exorcists… Yet for the life of her, she couldn't feel anything but pity… Not for them—no, she felt pity for the very life wasted inside a place that should have been a sanctuary…
'If only I had arrived here sooner' was a recurring sorrowful thought that plagued her as she remembered the pained and harrowing looks she saw when she first arrived. Three barely teenage kids laying dead on the ground of the abandoned church with one of the fallen angels satisfying his carnal desires upon the dead girl… while the others cheered…
'They didn't die fast enough, or painfully enough,' she thought as she once again looked at the mangled corpses of her victims, frowning deeply as she did so…
She was now calm enough to admit that she kind of lost control over her emotions there for a few seconds, which led to her massacring them without thinking of the consequences—Not that she wasn't prepared to face said consequences, whatever they may be—although knowing her brother, she wouldn't really face anything.
…
Ugh, this whole mess started after they killed the stray devil they arrived here to kill, and Kuisha started debating whether to go back home and report her task complete or to wait until the end of their outing to do so.
She could have gone home with her friend and spared herself the trauma, but no. She decided to wait for her here…
"I was thinking of going into the church for a small prayer anyway, so you may as well go back to report while I do that…" she remembered the excuse she told her friend because she knew full well that Kuisha wouldn't relax until her job was done…
She shouldn't have… she wouldn't have seen this if she didn't… she would have continued her day in blissful ignorance…
'No, that's not right! Get it together, Asia!!' She scolded herself, but she found that her inner voice lacked her usual fire… her inner voice sounded subdued…
She knew that abandoned churches were usually taken by fallen angels—either for temporary shelter during missions or just to desecrate them for fun—Harry taught her that.
She should have prepared herself more… but she really couldn't have. For how do you prepare to see more than twenty adult men and some more than millennia-old fallen angels laughing, shouting, petting, mocking, and laughing as they pointed and watched one of them using a corpse, of all things, to satisfy himself? No, that's not it…
Maybe she shouldn't have decided to go and pray there in the first place?
'But Harry encouraged me to pray though,' another thought popped up inside her head.
'Of course he did, you idiot. When has Harry ever not encouraged you to do something you want?' She chastised herself… she knew why he encouraged her. He had been very forthcoming about the reason when she asked him back then.
"It's so that you don't forget that you are Asia first," he said. "I might have chosen you to take the position of YHWH based on the low probability of you getting carried away by gaining that much power all of a sudden, but I also want you to remember that you will become the very god you pray for. So even after you ascend, continue your prayer… if only to remind yourself what kind of god you should be…" She shook her head fondly, remembering how he got into his lecture mode and continued rambling about the topic for the next ten minutes non-stop… but she had already understood what he meant.
Her brother was always smart, wise, powerful, and handsome… okay, she was girl enough to admit that she may be a little bit biased when it comes to her opinion of Harry, but that didn't mean it wasn't true. Sure, he had this smug, prideful, and sure-of-himself quality to him that made him very unlikeable to people—especially those he labels as weak—but he has gotten better…
'Did he actually get better, or did I simply get used to him?' She wondered before shaking her head.
She supposed it didn't really matter in the end. Most people would have been far worse than he was if they had access to a fraction of the power he had. So what if he was a little bit random? Crazy? Eccentric? Thinks he's better than everyone else?… Umm, this was going somewhere, right?
It didn't really matter if her string of thought led anywhere. She knew why she was thinking about Harry in the first place. It was a distraction, but now is really not the time for such a thing. She still has some cleaning up to do before Kuisha comes back, and she needed to be done before then.
She'll talk with her brother about this later, but for now, she has two things to do: cleaning up the mess she made, which she already started doing, and then finding other distractions until she meets her brother.
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