Ginny whined piteously, her hand clenching in the sheet. Wanda rubbed at her clit, but the sensation couldn't hold a candle to what Ginny was experiencing. Not only did she have Harry's talented tongue pleasuring her, but she was so sensitive, practically putty in his hands. For Nat and Skye, their love and lust for Harry had been something newly discovered. It was different, feeling a love that was so deeply rooted. Ginny had wanted this since she was a girl. She's spent so many nights dreaming of Harry, fantasizing, touching herself to him.
Wanda knew what that was like now. In this world, Harry had been her sexual awakening. He'd been her teenage wet dream, the man who'd practically defined what she found attractive. There was a part of her, the part of her that was the Wanda from this world, that couldn't believe that he was real.
Ginny cried out as her orgasm claimed her- it was far from her first of the night. Harry had taken her brush with death hard. As soon as they were alone, he'd been on her. It had been amazing to watch, and to feel- the ferocious urgency with which he kissed her, how easily she'd given in to him, her body responding to his every touch. It wasn't so much that she was submissive, as Skye was. While Harry was a wonderful lover it was also true that Ginny was just easy. Harry could have skipped all foreplay and she'd still be begging for it. As it was, the lucky woman didn't stand a chance as Harry poured all of his passion into her. She'd cum again and again, first around his fingers, then around his cock, and finally with his mouth.
This most recent climax, however, seemed to be a tipping point. "Harry, wait." She said between panting breaths, her chest rising and falling as she gulped down air.
Harry paused. "Was it too much?" He asked, lifting his head up to check on her. She was trembling head to toe, and Wanda knew how fried her nerves were, how doped up Ginny felt on hormones.
"No." Ginny said. "But I think Wanda needs a turn."
Harry glanced Wanda's way. "Is that so?"
"I'm fine." Wanda said. "I don't want to-"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "I learned occlumency." She said. "I can hear your thoughts. I know that you're absolutely gagging for his cock."
Well, she had her there. Harry pressed a kiss to Ginny's forehead and turned his focus back on Wanda. "I guess we never did get the opportunity to reunite properly." He conceded. "I'm sorry. Things have been moving fast, and when Ginny almost died…"
"I understand." And Wanda did understand, she had felt Harry's urgent need to reconnect to Ginny, to assure himself that she was alive and safe. She didn't begrudge him that, and it had been fun, listening in on them. But as much as she enjoyed when Harry fucked other women, her body had needs. And, well, she'd missed him.
"I missed you." Harry said, and she'd have thought he'd read her mind, except she knew he hadn't. "After we lost you during the snap, and when I was dropped into this world.... I was so relieved when I learned that you were alive, and with family." He crawled over her, and Wanda felt a stupid thrill. It wasn't like they hadn't done this dozens of times before, but the part of her that only knew him from her dreams was freaking out. She couldn't help but blush, tittering.
"Its not like we haven't done this before." Harry chuckled.
"I know." Wanda flushed deeper. She touched his chest, admiring the broadness and solidity of his body. "But… part of me hasn't."
"The part of you that's been having sex dreams of me for years?" Harry teased. He cupped her cheek, and she shivered as he brought his lips to hers. Their bodies slid into place against each other, both reacting to the other's presence. It felt new and familiar, exciting and comforting, intoxicating and grounding. She delved into his awareness, immersing herself in his physical strength, and the tenderness with which he held her. She felt his arousal grow, how alluring her body was in his eyes, and how the feel of her enticed his cock. It was addictive, feeling his sex throb and swell, filling with a desire to penetrate- a desire she wanted nothing more than to yield to.
Harry broke the kiss, allowing Wanda to moan- loud and unrestrained. He kissed down her neck, but it wasn't enough. She wanted him, all of him. "Fuck me." She moaned. "I want you inside me." Her words weren't the most creative- Skye had always had a special way with dirty talk that Wanda had lacked- but Wanda backed up her words with telepathy, showing Harry just how empty she felt, just how much she wanted to be filled by his cock.
Harry groaned against her skin. "Minx." He muttered, cupping one of her breasts in his hand and worrying the nipple with his thumb, before following up with his lips.
"I want your cock." She continued, spreading her legs for him. "I'm… so wet. I need it."
"Fuck." Harry moaned, she almost had him. She could feel how tempting he found her, how close he was to giving in, and she knew how to push his buttons.
"I'll help you seduce more women." Wanda pressed. "What about Ginny's friend, Luna?" Ginny squeaked, a not displeased sound. "Or Rogue? She hasn't touched another person in years, and I know she's smitten with you." Perhaps a bit of an exaggeration, but Wanda knew that Rogue would be eager to slide into bed with Harry.
"Please, don't feel like you need to do that." Harry wavered. "I don't need-"
"I want to." Wanda bulldozed him, gazing fiercely into his eyes. "Assuming, that is, that you fuck me."
Wanda sensed the exact moment that Harry gave in, when his lust overrode restraint, and it was glorious. Harry growled as he pushed her back into the bed. A hand went to her sex, spreading her lips in a practiced motion. She moaned, rolling her hips into his touch. "You want my cock?" He asked.
"Yes!"
"You want me to take your virginity again, Wanda?" He positioned himself over her, his length held over her sex. Her body throbbed in anticipation, as she realized he was right. She was going to lose her virginity to him, for the second time.
"Please." She whined, wriggling her hips impatiently. "Take me."
He pressed into her, relieved moans escaping both of them as his masculine urge to penetrate met her feminine need to be filled. Wanda could feel the entirety of it, how well they complemented each other, their desires perfectly matching to fulfill the other's. She marveled at how the embrace of her inner walls felt like perfection against his shaft, just as how his firm thickness felt so primally satisfying as it seated itself within her. It felt so much better than her fingers, or any toy, because it was him.
"Oh!" Wanda choked out, overcome. "Oh, Harry." It felt so, so good, and then he started to move. Powerful muscles held her down, and pistoned his hips against hers with more and more force. His shaft struck deep again and again, sending sparks of pleasure cascading out with each thrust. Yet Wanda could tell that he was holding back, she gripped his shoulders, throwing her legs around his waist to wordlessly urge him for more. Deprived of coherence, she again communicated telepathically, showing him exactly what she wanted- for him to pin her down and ravage her.
Harry growled again, stilling for a moment, before unleashing himself. The bed began to creak beneath them, while a loud wailing noise filled the room, which Wanda distantly noted sounded like her voice. She was too caught in the moment, addicted to how his muscles worked, ceaselessly tensing and straining with one purpose, to drive his cock into her. She marinated her mind in his desire for her, how he admired the way her body moved in response to his thrusting, and the masculine pride he felt in how he could make her scream. Most of all, she reveled in his pleasure, the nascent orgasm that was building in his balls and coiling up his shaft, and the knowledge that she was the one giving that to him.
Finally, he reached a frenzied peak, thrusting into her with abandoned as he lost himself. Wanda followed him over the edge, mindless bliss overtaking her. It was a singular moment- she felt completely united with him, even as they both fell apart.
Basking in the afterglow, she wondered if, when all of this was over, she too would have children with him. Seeing Harry with Lily and T'Chone, made her realize just how much she wanted it- she'd always wanted it, but the timing had never been right. Then there was the other Wanda- the Scarlet Witch- she'd been so happy as a mother, but she'd lost it all, and it had broken her.
She looked over and noticed Ginny holding her fist out for her. Wanda knocked her knuckles to Ginny's in a clumsy fist bump.
She just had to hope that her story would end better.
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Ginny moved the mechanical fingers experimentally. "This really isn't magic?" She asked.
Shuri snorted. "It's all science, witch."
"Play nice." Harry scolded.
"Its fine." Ginny deflected. "After all, she is giving me a hand."
There was a beat of silence, before both of her companions snorted. "You're hilarious." Harry deadpanned.
"I know." Ginny grinned with faux arrogance. "Aren't I?" She tucked her hair behind her ear, with her new vibranium hand. "This is so cool."
"Thank you." Shuri snickered. "I still don't have a proper lab, but I am pretty handy."
The door opened, and their bubble of good humor burst. It was Natasha, and her face was grim. "Nat, what is it?" Harry asked.
"Looks like Hela is making her move." Natasha said shortly, motioning them to follow her.
"Where? Who?" Harry asked, anxiety bubbling up. He got the distinct feeling that their time was running out. They were close, closer than they had any right to be to a solution, yet the pieces weren't in place.
"It's everywhere." Nat said. They followed her down the hall, passing a pair of sorcerers tending to a traumatized group of survivors- they looked like non-magicals… just normal people. "We're still trying to put information together." She pushed open the door to the conference room, where discussion was already taking shape.
"We can hold off Dementors." Neville was saying. "But we can't kill them, not as far as we know."
"Well, if we don't find a solution, all of Europe will be devoured." Peggy said shortly.
"How many people can we evacuate to the sanctum?"
"Its not a matter of numbers." Wong said. "Its getting to them before Hydra or the Dementors."
On the other side of the room, a video of Carol Danvers was being projected into the air as she laid waste to a settlement. "Europe is being overwhelmed by Dementors. Hydra's been attacking villages across the world." Natasha said. "Carol's been spotted too."
In a sense, that was a comfort. Death knew of Harry's affinity to Carol, and he'd feared she might just kill her. That she was keeping Carol alive was good, but Harry knew that it had to be for a purpose- if only to taunt him, or to use her as bait.
"Are we even safe here?" That was T'Chaka, and Harry reluctantly had to agree that it was a good point. If Death could break through the protections at Nurmengard, there was no guarantee that the Sanctum could hold, or anywhere else for that matter…
Something occurred to him, and his stomach turned. "Have there been any sightings of Hela herself?" He asked the room at large, which instantly fell silent. If Death could destroy wards…
"Shite." He muttered, the lack of answer was answer enough. "Thor." He said. "We need to go to Nidavellir."
Thor paled. "You said that it was safe."
"Everywhere's safe, until it isn't." Harry said grimly. He summoned his staff, conjuring flames that swiftly enveloped him. When they parted, he had returned to the forge.
He'd been right, horribly right.
The Bifrost opened, and Thor landed beside him. Harry took in the destruction without a word. "No." Thor moaned. "No, no, no. Not again." He cast Harry a haunted look. "This- this happened before."
"Thor-"
"They trusted me to protect them, and both times I let them down." He said, his voice brittle. "I failed them, again."
Harry shook his head. "If anything, its my fault. I was the one who failed, and-" There was movement ahead, and Harry tensed for battle. Thor, however, seemed to know who it was, and dropped his head in despair.
"Thor?" It was a dwarf, a survivor. His hands had been reduced withered stumps. Why had he been spared, just to taunt them?
"Yes. Its me." Thor said robotically.
"We… were supposed to be safe." Harry flinched, guilt twisting in his chest like a vice. "You were supposed to protect us! You were supposed to-" The dwarf's voice choked off in a sob.
"I'm sorry." Thor said. "I thought we could keep you safe, I was wrong."
"There's nothing left. She destroyed everything, and everyone."
"We can take you back with us, you'll be safe-" Thor paused, glancing at Harry, who shook his head. "You'll be with other survivors, while we try to sort things out."
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"Its not your fault, Harry." Harry had retreated to a study upon returning, but he should have known he wouldn't be left alone for long.
"You should tell that to Thor, he's taking it way worse than I am." Harry said, with a poor attempt at humor. Nat didn't bite.
"War is hell, and sometimes you can't protect everyone."
"If I'd realized the danger earlier, I could have evacuated them, just like that." He snapped his fingers. "But I didn't." He'd been pre-occupied with Septimius, and Ginny, and Wanda, he hadn't imagined that the fidelius could be dismantled until it was too late.
"I've never figured out how to help him when he gets like this." Natasha admitted.
"Neither have I." Ginny said. "I think he just needs some time to brood." Harry rolled his eyes.
"Honestly, I'm impressed you realized the danger at all." Harry turned in surprise, Hermione had joined them, and she was carrying a small book. It took Harry a moment to recognize what it was- Lily Snape's notes. "The fidelius is supposed to be unbreakable, I'm not altogether sure how Hela was able to find Nidavellir, let alone destroy the charm."
Harry didn't want to have a conversation about Death, and the implications of her presence in the material world. Maybe once the rapport between he and Hermione had been rebuilt, but until then… "She's developed a 'deathtouch' ability." He explained. "Anything she touches withers and ages. I talked to Septimius, and based on how he described her attack on Nurmengard… I think she can use it on wards as well, to cause them to deteriorate and fail."
Hermione nodded. "Regardless of how she did it, it raises the question of how we're still alive."
He hadn't thought of that, but it was a good point. Death, theoretically should know where the Sanctum was. They had the ability to peal back any wards they created, so why hadn't there been an attack? "I suppose you have an answer?"
Hermione flipped open the book, passing over several pages of dense equations and runes before arriving at a heading titled 'The Bond of Blood'. Harry sighed. "Right, that."
"You know of it?" Hermione asked.
"In my world, my mother sacrificed herself for me as well. Dumbledore told me about the blood wards that protected my… childhood home." Ginny snorted at the description.
"How much did he tell you about them?" Hermione asked.
"Very little."
"Typical." Ginny said.
"I just know that it was because my mother sacrificed herself for me, it was ancient blood magic. Dumbledore created wards around where I lived, but I needed to live with a blood relative of Lily's."
"Well, that's not entirely wrong." Hermione allowed. "But not entirely accurate, either. While what Lily did was based on some ancient principles, I think that the charm itself was her own invention… and as far as I can tell, the blood wards are already in effect."
"How do you figure?"
"Well, for one we're still alive. Blood wards always require a sacrifice to establish, but they're just about the most powerful wards in existence. For two, I felt it."
"You felt it?" Harry asked. He had an instinctive feel for magic, and he was struck by the desire to compare notes, something that he thought Hermione would be happy to oblige him with.
Hermione nodded. "As horrible as they are, these tattoos have their uses." Harry nixed that thought. "I can feel changes in magic like any other sensation. When you came back with Septimius, it felt like something had been sealed. From what Lily wrote, to enact the blood wards the victim needs to live with a blood relative who willingly takes them in and intends on protecting them against the target of the wards." She ticked off her fingers. "The stronger the blood relation and the stronger the intention to protect the victim, the stronger the wards are. There should be no need for someone to cast them. Unless, I suppose, one of those requirements was shaky."
"Well, that explains it." Ginny scoffed, casually gesturing with her mechanical hand and knocking over a lamp. "Petunia was barely willing, and if Death Eaters had shown up on her doorstep, I imagine she'd offer Harry up in a heartbeat."
Harry wouldn't go quite that far, but her point was taken. "So we're safe because of Septimius."
"And you." Hermione said, softening.
"And my kids." Harry returned. "I think you'd have to pry Sep from Lily's cold, dead hands."
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The flow of refuges had not abated, and Harry was surprised by the diversity of them. Wizards, muggles, goblins, mutants… everyone was fleeing to the only safe haven that remained. Harry had taken shifts, rescuing people under dire threat from Hydra. The Ancient One had expanded the Sanctum again, providing more and more rooms for the new arrivals. Meanwhile, Ron and Hermione had been useing the multiplying charm on their food stores to accommodate the influx. But despite the manpower they devoted to it, it would never be enough. For everyone they saved, there were many more they were too late to save. After a few days of this, it was not just Harry and Thor left with a sense of failure. It clung to them all.
They couldn't keep going like this. Merely reacting, triaging. Harry's instincts were itching with the need to get out there and strike back. But how?
It was as he was mulling this over (or as Ginny would say, brooding) that Heimdal found him. "Harry, we need to talk about the task you gave me." He said, and Harry jolted. It had been weeks since he'd asked Heimdal for help finding Skye. Harry had tried not to think on his lack of progress, knowing it would only lead to dark thoughts.
"Did you find her?" Harry asked, unable to contain himself.
"It was difficult. She goes by a different name than the one you provided me, and she's constantly on the move, but… yes. I found her."