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Traveler: Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2023-02-11 17:30:01 +0000 UTCThe next morning saw Harry Potter wake up amidst three voluptuous bodies draped all over him. A redhead, a blonde, and a brunette – it seemed he was gathering quite a collection.
Groaning, he opened his eyes and met the familiar grey ones of Maria and he smiled.
"Mornin'," she whispered, and Harry leaned upwards to kiss her softly.
"Mornin' Maria. What time is it?" He asked.
"Barely past 9," she replied, wiggling her bare pussy on his morning wood with a smirk.
"You're up for more already?" He asked with a chuckle. Maria smiled.
"I had to share you with not one, but two women this time. You bet I'm up for some," she replied before dragging her hand backward. Holding his erect shaft at the base, she raised her pussy and slowly guided him inside her, sighing in pleasure when he stretched her insides once again.
"Oh yes…" she moaned, looking at him with lustful eyes as Harry palmed her ass and slowly raised her before dropping softly.
"So that's how it works, huh?" Nat's voice came from his right and Harry turned to look at her.
"I hope you've got enough in the tank, Harry," Felicia cut in from his left, and Harry chuckled.
"Don't worry," he replied as he continued to rock Maria's ass on his cock as the sexy brunette sat upright and gave him quite an alluring show of her bountiful tits bouncing right in front of his face.
These mornings were becoming more and more frequent, and he was not an idiot to complain.
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Ever since Harry had combined the Hallows, he had been observing subtle changes within his body as well as his magic. Spells previously unknown to him suddenly sprung in his mind at odd intervals, and he was left reeling for a few moments. He recalled the incident the previous night. He had been furiously hammering away inside Felicia from behind as Nat and Maria hugged him from behind and rubbed their lovely bodies against his when he was bombarded with the knowledge he was entirely unfamiliar with. Esoteric arts beyond his comprehension were now buried in his psyche, and he had no concrete idea where such knowledge had come from. The only guess he had was that it was the work of the Hallows. After all, no one knew how they worked or what would happen if one person combined them all, so he didn't have anything to go by either.
To many, the Hallows would be tools of tremendous power, but he had come to realize that they were much more than that.
Perhaps that was why the knowledge of a forgotten method of magical travel was now revealed to him. The moment he had witnessed the portal technique of Ancient One, he had been intrigued by it and had admitted to himself that he would love to learn it since it seemed much superior to apparition or portkey. However, after thinking about the art for a few minutes, he had been assaulted with the knowledge of a form of magical travel no one in the Wizarding World knew of.
He had instantly tried it out and had been left flabbergasted with the results. This form of magical travel allowed him to go from one place to another with no limit on the distance covered and didn't come with the discomfort of apparition or portkey either. As long as he had the destination clearly in mind, he could travel back and forth as many times as he wanted. Although not as versatile as the portal technique he had seen from Ancient One which didn't require one to have a clear image of the destination in mind, it was a very welcome improvement on the modes of magical travel he already had at his disposal.
Another change he had observed in his body was the heightened recovery he was now capable of. Be it stamina, injury or discomfort, it would fix within seconds, leaving him running as new. He had first observed it when he had started to have regular sex. His partner would tire out from the countless orgasms he would bring them to, and despite reaching climax numerous times himself, he would be ready for more within seconds. It didn't mean that he couldn't experience the pleasure an orgasm brought, but he would recover from its aftereffects in no time, leaving him ready for more.
He had accidentally cut his finger one morning while making breakfast, and he had watched on in surprise as the cut seemingly healed by itself, right in front of his eyes. He could still remember the sight of blood slithering back inside the wound before it closed itself up. It looked slightly gruesome, but Harry couldn't complain.
He had attributed the previous two changes to the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone, or as it was now known to him, the Death Stone. That left the Cloak of Invisibility, and he had been wondering what it had changed within him.
It turned out that the cloak granted him two immense powers – the first was to turn invisible with nary a thought, something he was very happy about since it meant he wouldn't need to stay inside a cloak and keep it around him properly to turn invisible. The second was the power to travel through any solid surface. He had found that power out purely by accident one afternoon.
It was when Nat and Maria had gone back after their round of rigorous lovemaking one morning and Harry had been experimenting with his invisibility powers. He was staring at the mirror which failed to reflect his image since he was invisible when he brought his fingers close to the surface and touched it. However, he had been rendered surprised when instead of touching the cold glass, his finger just passed through.
Since then, he had experimented with this power and found that the first time was purely by accident and that he could control whether he wanted to phase through any solid structure. This gave him a massive boost in his opinion. He could now do with not worrying about getting hit with any solid projectile. Even though he could heal within little to no time, it was always good to avoid getting hit altogether. The pain was a bitch even if he healed.
However, there was a limitation to this power of phasing through solids. He found that he could use it only when he was invisible, which was a bummer, but not something he would complain about.
One thing he wanted to try was walking through the magical wards of Kamar Taj and other sects to see if he could do that. There was only one guild of sorcerers in this world, and even if Ancient One had helped him and seemed to be on his side, it was always better to be prepared. The future was uncertain.
A pair of arms wrapping around him from behind pulled Harry from his thoughts and he smiled. Turning around, he looked into lovely bluish eyes of Natasha and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close and nuzzling her face softly.
"Someone seems to be thinking too loudly," she teased and dropped a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away slightly to look at him. Harry smiled.
"Nothing much, just thinking about all the things that have happened in such a short span. A few weeks ago, I couldn't even imagine that my life would change so much. When do we have to leave, by the way?"
Felicia had to report for her first day when she would be tested on her skills, and Fury had asked him to come to the hellicarrier as well for a small discussion and to check out some of his abilities. Harry didn't have any problems doing that, as long as Fury kept his word and didn't treat him as some sort of a lab rat.
"Half an hour, I think," Natasha replied, leaning against the kitchen sink as she watched Harry go about preparing breakfast.
"Right after eating then, okay."
Barely a minute later, Maria came down into the kitchen, fully refreshed and ready for the day, and quickly went over to help Harry with the breakfast while Natasha watched with a smile.
"You could help too, you know?" the brunette implored the redhead, who shrugged.
"If you want to get it all burned, sure. I can."
Maria shook her head, "You can help out by getting the things out. Bread, eggs, vegetables and others. I would be crazy to ask you to do anything with actual cooking."
Natasha frowned but went on to bring out anything they asked for.
"Thanks," Harry replied with a smile and took the onions from her. Natasha watched on as he waved his hand and the onions were instantly chopped into tiny pieces. Both Maria and she shook their heads in wonder.
"I still can't believe you can do all this," Nat remarked with a chuckle. Harry smiled.
"Well, we'll be seeing a lot more of each other for a long time. You all will get used to it all," he replied.
"Oh? Is that so?" Felicia's voice came in, and they turned to look at the smirking woman who was already dressed for the day. Harry had decided to conjure some for them since they didn't have their clothes with them, and within the confines of their minds, all three were planning to rectify the situation soon.
"You planning on keeping us, hmm?"
Harry handed the spatula to Maria who nodded and tended to the eggs while he walked over and took the sultry blonde in his arms. Kneading her ass that way he knew she liked it, he whispered against her lips with as much passion as he could muster, "I have a habit of keeping the ones I want, and I plan to keep you three with me for as long as we want. You'll like that, won't you, Felicia?"
Felicia looked up at him with a grin, "Is that so?"
Harry shrugged and gave her rear a soft squeeze before pulling away.
"Feel free to move in if you three want to. The bed is big enough," he said with a smirk, looking at all three women. He chuckled at their widened eyes.
"It doesn't take me reading your minds to know what you were thinking about when I gave you all those conjured clothes. I hope you'd forgive me for scanning your minds to make sure you were entirely honest with me after that ordeal, but I can say with absolute confidence that I trust you three."
Although not very happy that he had scanned their minds, they knew that Harry had only made sure that they would not be betraying him and had never ventured beyond. They trusted him and admitted that much to him. Harry smiled and kissed each woman softly before levitating the plates over to the table. The quartet took their seats and went to breakfast, each looking forward to what the future would bring.
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Although he could bring them over to the hellicarrier in an instant via his new mode of travel which he had decided to call 'Teleport' after seeing those sci-fi shows, he decided against doing that.
Even though S.H.I.E.L.D. knew that he could travel in an instant, he wanted to keep a few details to himself. That was why they traveled to the ground air base of S.H.I.E.L.D. in his car before a jet took them to the hellicarrier. Maria seemed to know the pilot personally as she took the seat close to the cockpit and discussed something with him while he sat with Felicia and Nat.
"I guess I should apologise to Phil Coulson for what I did to him," Harry remarked with a chuckle. Nat shook her head.
"Yeah, you should. Phil is a good man and takes great pride in the fact that he is such a reliable figure in S.H.I.E.L.D. That fact that he was compromised must be weighing heavily on him," Nat replied. Harry nodded. Felicia sat by the window, staring into the Atlantic below.
"Excited for your new job, Felicia?" Harry asked with a cheeky grin. Felicia gave him the stink eye in response.
"Depends on what they ask of me. As long as the pay is good and I get some action, I'm down."
"Don't worry. The pay is very good and there will be plenty of action, both at the job and off of it," Nat remarked, looking suggestively at Harry in the end. The wizard simply chuckled and shook his head.
They had been flying at supersonic speed, and it took them barely ten minutes to reach the hellicarrier. The jet landed with an unexpected smoothness, and they exited once they were cleared.
A pair of familiar faces greeted them when they arrived at the airstrip. Harry watched as Clint Barton walked forward with Phil Coulson beside him, the latter staring at him with a severe look. Barton had his usual S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform on sans his bow and quiver while Coulson was clad in a black suit with a white shirt and a black tie.
"Barton," Harry nodded, before looking at Coulson who had not stopped staring at him.
"I would very much appreciate if you didn't repeat what you did to me, ever," the balding man said curtly, and Harry nodded.
"Believe me, I didn't mean any harm," Harry replied politely. Coulson didn't deign him with a reply and with a nod to Barton, Nat, and Maria each, he walked away.
"Well, that could've gone better," he muttered. Nat chuckled beside him.
"Let's get going," Barton interjected. Harry nodded.
"Lead the way, Agent Barton," he replied.
They followed the Hawk as he led them through the hellicarrier, and Harry looked around at everything in sight. He knew he was a few decades into the future in this world, yet the sheer difference in technological advancement between his old world and this one was insane.
'I guess that's to be expected since this world is entirely different. Even the wars played out differently here,' Harry thought as he walked ahead.
"We might not have superpowers like you do, but we do have our specialties," Nat chuckled as she noticed him looking around. Harry smirked.
"Oh, I know very intimately about your specialties," he leaned over and whispered in her ear. The redhead smirked.
"Alright, could you keep this stuff out of here please?" Clint asked, looking slightly uncomfortable, "I don't want to think about what Nat gets up to if I can help it, thanks."
"Oh Clint, you snowflake," Nat teased, and they watched on with a smile as the Hawk sighed.
"Don't worry Barton, I won't tell you how well she rolls her hips- "
"Alright!" Clint interrupted in a loud voice, "we're here! Let's go in!"
Nat held back a snicker as Clint pressed his palm on the scanner, purposefully ignoring them. Harry chuckled.
The scanner glowed a radiant cyan before the door slid open, and they entered what was probably the most elaborate cockpit there had ever been.
Rows upon rows of advanced computers lined up the walls as agents sat doing their shit. Harry had no idea what they were doing. His eyes fell on Maria who walked over and stood beside Fury near what looked like a command area. She saw him looking and winked, making Harry chuckle.
"Hello Nick," Harry greeted politely. If Fury was disgruntled at his way of addressing him, he didn't show it in the slightest, opting to simply give him a nod of acknowledgment before looking at Felicia who was staring back at him.
"Felicia Hardy, you shall be undergoing a set of trials that is customary for any new member of this organisation. Agent Romanoff, you know what to do. See to it," Fury commanded. Nat nodded firmly and looked toward Felicia.
"Let's go then," she stated. He nodded towards Felicia when she looked at him, and the blonde walked behind Nat with nary a sigh. Harry looked back to Fury.
"Since you are not going to be an agent, there is no need for you to go through this evaluation. However, it would help if you demonstrated some skills so we know how to deploy you best."
Harry shrugged, "Works for me. Where should I start then?"
Fury took a seat and looked at him seriously, "We do have some idea about your powers. Instant travel, enhanced combat ability, telekinesis, I presume? And the power to influence others' minds. I still believe you are a dangerous individual, Potter, however, I'd want you on my side if I can help it."
Harry smirked.
"Didn't we have this talk yesterday? Let's move forward a little bit. I can show you a little of what I can do to give you an idea, however, I hope you understand that I'll obviously not be disclosing all my abilities. Where's the fun in that?"
Fury sighed. He had expected nothing more anyway. He waved his hand towards Clint who nodded.
"Let's go then. I'm looking forward to see what more you have to show. Just try to show us something you didn't do that evening when we attacked you."
Harry chuckled and walked behind Barton, leaving Fury and Maria by themselves in the command area.
"I hope your loyalties haven't shifted, Agent Hill. It would be a shame if that happened," Fury commented to a surprised Maria Hill before walking away without a backward glance, leaving behind a conflicted brunette who knew who she would choose if a conflict arose between Harry and S.H.I.E.L.D. someday. She just hoped that day never came.
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While Felicia was going through some stamina tests a little ways away from them, Harry was standing with Barton and a few agents in a wide bunker-like area.
"Alright, Potter. I'd like you to show us some attacking spells, that's what you called them, right?"
Harry nodded and fired a quick Bombarda against the opposite wall. The metallic structure crumbled in an instant, the blast echoing around the area and making everyone look towards it in shock. Harry chuckled and quickly waved his hand to repair the damage, leaving the wall as good as new.
"Well," Barton choked once he found his voice, "that was something. So, you can create explosions out of nothing and even repair the damage. Good to know. Anything else?"
Harry shrugged and conjured a multitude of weapons made of sharp forged steel, from arrows which he levitated towards Barton who looked at them with wide eyes, to swords, axes, lances, and even shuriken. He banished them against the same wall once again, and they saw how the weapons pierced through the tough metal like it was nothing. Done with his demonstration, Harry vanished the conjurations apart from the arrows and the shuriken and repaired the wall once again.
"You can keep those. They should last a few years at least," Harry told the Hawk as he deposited all the arrows and shuriken by his feet. Barton simply nodded.
"Well, safe to say, they'd have a hard time troubling you in ranged combat. How about melee though? Got any moves?"
Harry chuckled.
"None, to be honest. However, I don't think it would be much trouble anyway," he replied, earning a frown from the man.
"Well, I'd like to check that as well. Smith, take position," Barton instructed, and a wide-eyed blonde man nodded before stepping opposite him. Harry sighed and looked at the man in front of him.
"Go easy on me, mate, alright?" He joked, earning a frown from the man.
"Begin," Barton instructed, and Harry saw the man flying towards him with a vicious punch. Smirking, he turned invisible. The man stumbled in shock and his punch phased through him. Quickly, Harry turned visible once again and kicked the man firmly on his back.
Smith landed face-first on the floor and stayed there, and everyone saw his labored breathing. Barton quickly turned to look at him with wide eyes.
"What the fuck was that?" He asked in shock.
Harry smiled, "I told you all, didn't I? Melee combat won't be much of a hassle either."
"What just happened?" he asked in surprise. Harry looked at him and smiled.
"I don't have any fighting moves, to be honest. The best I can do in that department is use my powers to evade attacks and deal blows. That was an enhanced strike to land a critical blow to him. His hip bone is fractured, so if you'll allow me," Harry replied before walking over to the man and holding his palm over his hip. They watched as the palm glowed a bright blue before the man groaning on the floor sighed in relief.
"You can turn invisible and land powerful attacks by infusing it with your… uh… magic!?" Barton asked with wide eyes.
"Pretty much, yeah," Harry nodded, before adopting a thinking pose, "and now that I think about it, it would be good for me to learn some proper combat techniques as well."
Barton only nodded.
"I'm sure Nat would be happy to help," the Hawk deadpanned at the glint in this man's eyes once he mentioned it.
'Horny idiots,' he thought.
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As Harry continued to give the agents a small rundown on his powers, Nick Fury was getting increasingly concerned as he watched on. A part of him was excited at the fact that such a powerful individual would be joining their organization. However, an even larger part of him was concerned, very much so.
If someone like Potter went rogue, then no force in this world would be able to stand up to him.
Fury knew that Potter had not shown the full extent of his abilities. Hell, the man had openly admitted that he was not going to, and if this was what he was capable of without even going all out, Fury had no idea just what he was capable of.
For the first time in his years of illustrious service, Nick Fury was at a loss for what to do.
"When I first met him, I couldn't even imagine that he would be capable of this, and even more," Agent Maria Hill intoned softly beside him. Fury kept his eyes on the suspended screen that showed Potter freeze the agent in place before demonstrating the different ways in which he could attack but never actually touching him or landing any blow.
"I have an advice for you, Director, if I may," she requested politely.
"Speak freely, Agent Hill," Fury remarked, staring straight ahead. Hill sighed.
"I've come to know a fair bit about Harry since I met him. You can think that my words are clouded by my bias towards him, but I really believe that he is a good man. I would suggest you to consider him such and not make an adversary out of him unnecessarily. I am not all-knowing, but even I can see that there is no force at our disposal or known to us that might be able to take him down, even combined."
"I hope you understand that I cannot take the change to leave him unchecked either," Fury replied firmly. Hill nodded.
"Your position calls for it, and I fully understand. But there is an old saying. We create our worst enemies. Harry will not act out unless he or his are threatened, Director. I just hope you remember that."
With her bit said, Hill turned around to walk away before the Director's words stopped her in her tracks.
"I hope you will make the right choice if such a situation arises. Potter cannot go rogue, Hill."
She frowned and looked sideways at her superior.
"I hope such a future never comes to pass. And I would suggest you to make it clear to the council to firmly steer clear of him. You know how they are. It would be in their best interests to not consider him someone they can control."
Fury glanced at the brunette out of the corner of his eye as she walked out of the cockpit of the hellicarrier.
"Fucking hell," he muttered, before turning off the suspended monitor and walking away.
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"Here I come then," Nat smirked before she jumped off the platform and lunged forward. Harry brought his arms up to block the high kick before staggering back with a grunt when her other leg connected with his chest.
It had been a few weeks since they had visited the hellicarrier, and as per his request, Nat had agreed to spar with him so that he could become somewhat proficient in melee combat as well. So far they had kept it to hand-to-hand combat only, having decided that the use of weapons like batons or tasers would be only after he was able to hold his ground against the famed Black Widow.
Their sparring sessions often came with certain unforeseen but not unwelcome perks, and Harry grinned as he stared at the curvaceous figure of the redhead clad in nothing but a black sports bra and matching black leggings. The clothes looked to be painted on her sultry body, and her smirk let him know that she was perfectly aware of the effect her attire was having on his hormonal self.
Harry caught his bearings after that quick kick and took his stance. They had reached an agreement that Harry would not use his powers during these spars so that he could properly develop his combat skills, and so far, he had been made to eat the ground every time they sparred. It seemed today was not going to be any different either.
Nat quickly jumped into action again, raining down a series of punches aimed at his upper body, and Harry was pushed on the defensive, trying to block her strikes or dodge them as best as he could. Still, more of her strikes got through.
They had even agreed that Harry would not use his increased metabolism and healing abilities to soothe his muscles and bones so that he could keep fighting under the constant strain that a real battle caused.
Minutes passed with her on the offensive with Harry trying to dodge or block and trying to get a few of his hits in between, however, all of his attempts were for naught as Nat evaded them all expertly.
Finally, he ducked under a well-aimed kick to the top of his head and blocked her trailing leg against his abdomen before he connected with a shoulder check, and Nat grunted as her wind was knocked out of her.
Harry allowed himself a small pat on the back at having landed a blow, and Natasha gave him an appraising look.
"This is the first time you've managed to actually hit me," she replied. Harry grinned.
"Well, it was bound to happen one day. We've been training for weeks," he replied. Nat nodded.
"The improvement is quite apparent to see," she admitted with a smile as she stared at him. The redhead couldn't help the appreciative glance as she gazed at his sweaty body. His white vest clung to his skin, and the joggers he had on showcased his perfectly sculpted legs. Harry smirked when he saw her bite her lower lip softly.
"Like what you see?" He teased, earning a smirk from the redhead.
"As if you don't," she retorted, and now it was his turn to ogle her sweaty body. The crimson hair she had tied into a ponytail had a few strands loose around her face, and he saw how they clung to her sweaty neck. Small droplets of sweat were trailing down her neck and Harry followed their path until they burrowed themselves inside the cavern of her luscious cleavage.
Nat looked down at his obvious reaction and smirked.
"Well, looks like I was right," she replied, before getting into stance once again, "I'll try not to make contact with a certain spot. If a hit somehow lands, it would be quite… painful."
Her sultry smirk did nothing to alleviate his raging excitement, and Harry got into a stance himself.
His challenging stare was answered by nothing but a smirk as Nat threw herself forward. The force of her elbow against his arm made him wince, and Harry staggered back. He had barely caught his bearings when her legs swept his.
Surprised, he tumbled back and grunted when his back hit the cushioned floor before looking upwards. Nat came into view with a sultry smirk on her lips and stood over him. Her legs were on either side of him and Harry looked down at the obvious place he could before looking back at her face.
Still smirking, she squatted over him until her leggings-covered pussy was hovering right over the tent in his joggers before grabbing him by the neck.
"Looks like I win," she leaned forwards and whispered against his lips.
Harry's response was to lean upwards and mash his lips against hers, and Nat moaned. Her knees fell to the floor on either side of him and the minx sat atop him properly, her pussy right on top of his hard-on. Harry's hands went down and he cupped her round backside, squeezing the bubbly flesh through her leggings as his mouth devoured hers.
"I've come to love how our sessions always seem to end," Nat whispered against his lips and with a smirk, started to rub her pussy over his erection. Her lips kissed his softly, staying in contact for only a couple of seconds before she bit his lower lip softly and trailed them down his body.
Harry watched on as she completely ignored his upper body. Her fingers pulled the string of his joggers and the knot came undone in no time. Slowly, she lowered them along with his boxers down his legs, and his rock-hard prick popped free. She gave it no mind, however, instead opting to drag his joggers and boxers down his legs and off his feet.
Meanwhile, Harry had taken off his vest and was looking at her. She threw his joggers and boxers to the side before smirking at him. Slowly, as if stalking her prey, the sultry redhead came over him, draping her alluring frame all over his body, and brought his hand to her back.
Harry quickly unlatched both hooks of her sports bra, and Nat smirked before straddling him. The straps came down and she quickly threw the offending piece of black clothing away, baring her naked tits to his hungry gaze.
She lowered herself on him once again, and Harry quickly grabbed both her tits and squeezed before burying his face inside her cleavage. Nat moaned.
His lips dropped kisses all over her skin, teeth nibbling away as his fingers poked and probed her hardened nubs before he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.
Nat hissed in pleasure and pulled his head closer, reveling in the feeling of his sinful lips sucking away at her nipples alternately. Her covered pussy kept rocking over his hard cock, and she could feel her wetness seeping through the fabric.
"Fuck me," she whispered in his ear, and Harry was quick to oblige. His prick was hard and at full mast, and in no time, he had her leggings torn open at the back, rendering her naked pussy bare. Nat wasted no time and quickly impaled herself on his cock, groaning in pleasure at the familiar feeling of being filled to the extreme by this familiar prick.
Harry laid back entirely on the cushioned floor and reveled in the erotic sight of her bare tits bouncing up and down in front of him as the redhead rolled her ass on his cock. His hands grabbed her rear, fingers burying themselves into the pillowy flesh as he raised her atop him before dropping her harshly.
"Oh fuck!" Nat cried out as Harry started to take charge and properly fuck her with his hard cock, his hands controlling the pace as she braced herself with elbows on either side of his face. Her mouth latched on to his, muffling both her cries and moans and Harry's grunts of pleasure as his cock plundered her devoted pussy.
Planting his feet on the floor, Harry started to mercilessly drill upwards inside her gushing quim, feeling her large tits rolling over his chest as she laid herself entirely atop him. Their tongues stayed locked in their ferocious battle for dominance as his thick, veiny rod pushed deeper and deeper inside her.
Their spar had aroused them, and the fucking didn't take long to bring them over the edge. Nat's pussy walls clamped hard around his cock and Harry grunted into the kiss. The redhead didn't relinquish her hold on his lips for even a second, firmly keeping them locked with hers as she shuddered atop him. Harry felt her shaking and knew her climax had washed over her, and as he had done every time they had sex, he let go and erupted inside her.
Breathless, the couple stayed locked in a passionate embrace as they continued to kiss each other, having never let go throughout their mutual orgasms and now riding out the post-orgasmic bliss in a similar fashion.
"Fuck, I love this," Nat finally pulled away from him and whispered, and Harry pulled her crimson hair free from the ponytail and let it frame his face like a curtain of fire.
She groaned as she felt his cock soften and slither out of her pussy, and Harry sighed in contentment.
"I hope you fix my leggings. That was one of my favourites," she gave him a mock-serious look. Harry chuckled and buried his face in her neck, breathing in her post-coital scent.
"Don't worry, I will," he whispered against her ivory skin, before pulling back and looking at her, "afterall, I plan to tear it as often as I can."
Nat could only shake her head at his smirk before her lips clamped down on his once again. She had no complaints.
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To be continued…
