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A Drift In Time: Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2024-06-17 16:30:01 +0000 UTCGinny’s world exploded in a shower of sparks as she was kissed for the first time, and by Harry, no less—the boy whom she loved more than anything else. He was demanding, he was dominating, and Ginny had no problem submitting to him. She knew he would cherish her to the best of his abilities and she could count on him for anything.
Harry caressed her soft skin as he kissed her, pressing his manhood against her womanhood. His hands slowly ascended and Ginny breathed sharply into the kiss when he wrapped his palms around her tits. Harry pulled back from the kiss and lowered his mouth, trailing a line of kisses along her jaw before he buried his face in her neck, sucking and kissing furiously.
Ginny kept moaning under his ministrations, her eyes firmly shut, as Harry squeezed her tits, pinching and pulling her pink, puffy nipples that had become harder than ever. Her hands involuntarily threaded through his hair, pulling him firmly against her.
“Oh Harry… mmm… don’t stop…”
Harry had no intention of stopping anytime soon. He descended further and wrapped his mouth around her left breast, sucking her hard nipple firmly before he rotated his tongue around the nub, flicking it. He repeated the motions with her right breast before ascending once again so that he could kiss her.
Ginny seemed much more into the kiss now. Her arms came up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. Meanwhile, her legs wrapped around his waist to hold him in place and she began to hump upwards, rubbing her gushing womanhood against his hard cock. His cock slipped between her folds, the entire length dragging across her virginal lips and Ginny gasped, pulling away from the kiss.
Her eyes wide with wild lust, the redhead gazed up at him with sheer desire and Harry smirked. This was what he craved and he was so elated at finally seeing that look in a hot girl’s eyes once again.
“Take me, Harry,” she whispered.
Harry jerked his hips, gyrating his length all over her wet folds.
“Plead for it, Gin,” he instructed firmly.
“Please take me, Harry,” she pleaded. “Please give it all to me. Please fuck me. Please, Harry, take my virginity and make me yours!”
Harry ground his shaft against her folds as he kissed down her neck, wrapping his lips around her nipples one after the other as he sucked hard. Ginny breathed erratically, her fingernails lightly scraping his scalp, and reached between them, grabbing a cock for the first time. Impatient, she positioned him against her entrance, rubbing the large head of his cock over her slick folds, parting her lower lips for him. She never thought she would so suddenly become so eager to give her virginity away but she could not control herself.
Harry lifted his head as he pushed forward, and Ginny let out a loud cry as he breached past her virginity. Harry pressed his hand against her lower belly where it glowed an ethereal shade of blue and the pain lessened. Slowly, he pulled back before giving another push, venturing even deeper into her hot, sweltering depths. Over and over, he pulled back and pushed, hovering over her.
Ginny’s eyes were full of adoration for him as she held him close, her naked tits and her hard nipples pressing hotly against his chest as he slowly pushed his length inside her.
“Yes, Harry,” she whispered. “Take me. Give me everything.”
“You sure?” He asked. The redhead nodded firmly, her eyes locked with his. “All right then.”
Harry wrapped his hands around her, pulling her firmly against himself. He planted his knees on the bed and pulled back entirely until only the tip remained inside her. With one firm thrust, he pushed through her tight inner walls and buried himself to the hilt inside her.
Ginny’s eyes shot open in disbelief under the incredible sensation of pressure deep inside her as Harry stretched her entrance. She was shocked that her virgin pussy was so willing to accommodate his manhood which was freaking massive. She attributed it to her arousal for him that had made her wetter than she’d ever been in her life.
Virgin she might be, but she was no stranger to sex and how things worked, having dedicated herself to learning as much about it as she could, purely out of interest. Her eyes were trained on him, just as he kept gazing deeply at her, gauging her expressions which had been full of shock in the beginning but were now filled with ecstasy.
“I know it’s your first time,” he said softly, leaning closer, and Ginny’s eyes shut as she felt his hot breath against her lips. “I’ll be sure to be as skillful as I can when I take you.”
Ginny felt the walls of her pussy expand even further as he ventured even deeper inside her, the pressure increasing with every thrust. She gasped out loud when she felt the crown of his manhood slam against the entrance to her womb, her heartbeat skyrocketing as she gazed at him with wide eyes. She felt as if she could feel him in her throat, and her mouth went entirely dry as her body experienced the feeling of the fullness of a cock for the first time, and even then, one as massive as his.
She gasped, her mind filled with awe when she felt the heat from his large, heavy balls erotically caressing the bare skin of her arse, and the realization that her formerly virgin womanhood had taken his entire length inside dawned on her. Ginny gazed up at Harry with lust and desire shining in her eyes, and the pleasure that was emanating from deep within her made her feel so powerful in herself as a girl on the cusp of womanhood, more assured of herself than she’d ever felt before.
Harry kept thrusting in and out of Ginny, relishing in her small gasps and moans of pleasure. His cock ventured deep inside her, massaging previously untouched parts of her pussy, and all the redhead could do was shudder under him as she held onto him firmly, clutching him by his muscular arms for support. The sensation of completeness and happiness she felt while being with him felt so serenely divine, and everything was exacerbated thousands of times when she thought about who it was – Harry, the boy she’d always had such a massive crush on! Simply being with him in this way was stunning, and she had never felt more fulfilled before.
Her satisfaction grew more intense when Harry increased the pace of his thrusts, truly fucking her now. Ginny gasped, moaned, cried, and wildly jerked under him, her hands clasping tightly onto his muscled arms as he kept hammering away deep inside her with fast, furious strokes. She glanced down when he leaned back slightly to let her take in the sight of her pussy, inflamed and pulsing, being furiously invaded by his massive, girthy cock. Her wet folds stretched wide around him, her clit glistening with her arousal, and she watched, utterly fascinated with how her walls were wrapped around him. She bit her lower lip hard and took a deep breath, falling back on the bed as she let him have his way with her. All she did was let out a guttural cry that expressed every bit of passion she had coursing through her veins.
“Oh my! Fuck me Harry!” She wailed, her voice loud and inflamed. Her mind was entirely drowned in lust and her desire for the only man she’d ever wanted, and her every action was dominated by instinct. She was thinking of nothing else, not her parents, not her brothers, and not even herself. She was totally enthralled by the man dominating her, taking her as he wanted, and she allowed herself to fully submerge underneath the surface of her womanly needs.
The pace and ferocity of his thrusts went up another notch and Ginny desperately clawed onto his arms, her eyes wild with arousal. His cock thrust hard and deep inside her with wet squelches and his heavy balls repeatedly flopped against her arse, the naughty slaps and wet claps being accompanied by the redhead’s moans and cries of pleasure as the room was immersed in sounds of passionate fucking.
“Oh! Oh Harry! Mmm… Oh yes!”
Ginny’s voice was throaty, as erratic as her breathing, and she relished in the feeling of him stretching her wide. It did not take long for a coiling to start building up in her belly. A warm, erotic, pleasure-filled sensation began to develop in her loins, sending a delicious chill through every fiber of her being. Her mouth went dry, her breaths coming out in short gasps as she shut her eyes firmly.
“H-Harry… I… ugh…” Ginny panted in a whisper, seeing stars as unbridled pleasure began to overwhelm all her senses, pulling her into a different world altogether. Her skin felt alive, as if a fire was lit up and yet not burning her up.
She could not describe the pleasure she felt as her orgasm swept over her, profound and stimulating beyond measure. Her mouth clamped shut with a loud gasp, her eyes rolling into the back of their sockets as her legs lifted high in the air and came to wrap around his waist in a vice-like grip. She mewled, shaking her head wildly, her teeth clamped on her lower lip as she tried with all her might to keep herself as quiet as she could.
Ginny’s toes curled as she spasmed, pleasure coursing through every vein of her body. Her arms wrapped around his back, clutching him hard against herself as she grunted into his chest, almost crying out as she orgasmed.
Harry held her roughly breathing form firmly in his grasp as he fucked her through her orgasm, feeling her hot and tight pussy walls convulsing around him. She had clamped on him firmly as she erupted, shooting her orgasmic essence all over his glistening cock. She continued to shudder even when her orgasm slowly subsided and she tried to come down from the addictive high, feeling the overwhelming physical stimulation constantly coursing through her.
Harry closed, pulling back as he regarded her, and the smirk on his face made Ginny flush brilliantly. Her face and upper chest matched her red hair and she tried to hide her face behind her hands, only for him to pull them away and firmly hold her in place.
“Did you just cum for me, Ginny?” He asked, his voice deep and husky. Ginny shivered. Merely hearing his voice was now making her react like this.
All she could do was nod, blushing.
“But I didn’t cum,” he replied. “That’s not fair, right?”
Ginny’s eyes widened.
“Right?” He prompted once again, an eyebrow raised.
“Y-Yeah,” she whispered.
Harry smirked and before the girl could react, he withdrew his cock from her orgasmic pussy, watching her release pour out on the sheets under her. He gave no fucks and grabbed her, roughly turning her around so that she was lying on her front. Grabbing a pillow, he pushed it under her lower belly, hiking her pert rump in the air and angling her ripely for taking.
Ginny’s eyes widened at his domineering treatment of her but there was no denying the excitement coursing through every fiber of her being. She let out a breathless smile as she stared at the bed, feeling him positioning himself behind her.
“I hope you don’t mind, Ginny?” He whispered as he leaned over, and she moaned when she felt him trail a line of kisses down her sweaty neck, nibbling on her shoulder as he probed her entrance from behind.
Ginny shuddered and braced herself for what was about to happen, knowing that she was in for a world of pleasure now.
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“Here you go, Harry dear.”
Harry smiled and accepted the plate of scrambled eggs and toast from Mrs. Weasley.
“Looks delicious. Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.”
The woman gave him a motherly smile and walked back over to the kitchen counter.
“When are we leaving, Mr. Weasley?” He asked, turning toward the man who was reading the day’s issue of the Daily Prophet.
“Tomorrow morning, Harry,” Mr. Weasley smiled. “We have a portkey arranged for us on a hill nearby. We’ll be meeting Amos Diggory and his son who will also go with us to the World Cup. Be sure to sleep early tonight, hmm?”
Harry nodded and dug into his breakfast. It was relatively early, barely past 8 in the morning, and as expected, almost everyone was fast asleep. After he and Ginny were done last night, Harry had taken his leave quite late and by the time he arrived in Ron’s room, the redhead had already been snoring loudly. He had merely applied a silencing charm on the boy and slept soundly. His time during the war had made him used to little amounts of sleep during the night to function properly, and even three to four hours were enough for him now. However, he knew he needed to sleep properly and that his habit needed to change, and it was a work in progress.
He had come down when it was half past seven to the sight of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley working on the dining table. They were expanding and adding more chairs. A small recollection reminded him that in addition to Hermione, Bill and Charlie would also be arriving in a few hours, which necessitated more seating room.
Speaking of the older Weasley sons, he glanced over at Percy who sat quietly at the table, nibbling on his toast with a few sheets of parchment unfurled in front of him. Suddenly, he yelped loudly, the toast flying out of his hand, and everyone turned to him in surprise.
“Oh dear, what happened?” Mrs. Weasley asked as she rushed over.
“Those two…” Percy hissed, his eyes narrowed as he picked up a dirty piece of cloth. Harry glanced down and chuckled to himself. The boy’s leg was all black.
“Oh, for heavens sake!” Mrs. Weasley snapped as Percy threw the cloth into the bin. “Those two… I don’t know what’s going to happen to them. No ambition or desire to be something, unless you’re talking about making as much trouble as they possibly can…”
“It won’t come off either,” Percy muttered, trying and failing to take care of the black stains all over his leg.
Mrs. Weasley was soon ranting about the twins, complaining about how, despite having no lack of brains, they were wasting their lives and how they’d amount to nothing if they didn’t buckle up. Her ranting soon turned into a bellow as she cried out for the twins to wake up and come downstairs. Harry believed the two were in for a nice scolding session early in the morning.
The sleepy pair slowly trudged downstairs and their sleep evaporated entirely at the sight of their irate mother and irritated brother who were glaring at them. Meanwhile, Harry sat silently at the table near Mr. Weasley, both expertly ignoring what was going on with the other four as they munched on their breakfast.
“I’ve been trying to work here on a report that I’ve got to finish for the office — how do you expect me to get anything done when you two keep interrupting everything like this?”
“We didn’t aim to, Perce,” Fred said with an unapologetic grin on his face that was mirrored by his twin.
“Aye. Must’ve left it there by mistake. Our bad,” George shrugged.
“We didn’t interrupt any top-secret research of the esteemed Ministry, did we?”
Harry almost chuckled but he managed to keep it in. One glance at Percy told him the man was about to erupt.
“What have you been working on, Percy?” He asked, earning the attention of everyone standing. The twins winked at him before they were whisked away by their mother while Percy sighed, gazing at him.
“A report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation,” Percy’s attitude had done a complete 180. He looked smug now as he walked over and sat back in his chair. “We’re trying to standardize cauldron thickness. Some of the…”
Harry tuned the man out, barely listening to his drivel as he went on and on about his precious job under Barty Crouch and what an honor it was to be trusted for such a challenging endeavor, in his words.
Instead, he was busy admiring the sight of a certain redhead who slowly walked down the stairs, clad in a dressing gown with her hair done up in a bun, twin strands framing her heart-shaped face. As their eyes met, he saw her blush bloom over her features, her pupils dilating as her fingers clutched her gown tightly. He did not need to use Legilimency on her to know just what was going on in her mind.
As for Ginny, she almost started hyperventilating the moment her eyes fell on Harry sitting with her father at the dining table right near the end of the staircase. Unbidden, the memory of their passionate fuck from the previous night rushed to the forefront of her mind and her fists tightened on her nightgown, her heartbeat rising significantly.
“Morning, Ginny,” he greeted brightly, and her blush intensified. She slowly stepped down the stairs, stammering a greeting in return as she gingerly lowered herself into the chair right in front of him.
“Had a good night, Ginny?” Mr. Weasley asked his daughter who glanced at him and nodded with a small smile.
“It was a brilliant night yesterday, Mr. Weasley. There was just the right amount of warmth. I had a very good sleep after all the sweat we worked out beforehand,” Harry smirked, eyeing Ginny who was firmly staring at the table, her cheeks inflamed.
“Ah, I saw you all racing on the brooms last evening,” Mr. Weasley nodded. “We should have a game of Quidditch this evening when Bill and Charlie come. It would be fun. What do you say, Harry?”
“Sounds fun,” he nodded, smiling. “When will they come, by the way?”
“Well, Hermione said she’d be ready by 9, so anytime after that, I guess.”
Harry nodded and returned to his breakfast, glancing at Ginny who had started on hers as well. The twins sat in front of Percy, their mischievous grins still prominent even though they’d been scolded by their mother first thing in the morning. Those two were trouble, alright.
He left them to their shenanigans and refocused on the girl sitting right in front of him. Ginny was pointedly looking away from him, her eyes affixed to her plate as she ate, and Harry smirked. Flexing his toes, he extended his leg and she immediately froze. The toast between her teeth, she glanced up with wide eyes and found him smirking.
Harry slowly pushed his toes further up her bare leg under her nightgown, caressing her soft calves as he kept climbing. He could sense Ginny’s mounting arousal as he kept his eyes locked with hers, feeling goosebumps rising on her skin as he trailed a fiery path on her leg. Gently, he caressed her leg, probing and poking softly, until he reached her thigh.
He gestured for her to scoot forward slightly with his eyes and a heavily breathing Ginny could do nothing but oblige. She shifted slightly, resting her elbows on the table as she allowed him more room, and Harry pounced without restraint.
Suddenly, the redhead gasped, and her father immediately looked at her.
“Everything okay?”
“Y-Yeah,” she replied, her voice throaty, and she tried to force herself to focus on her breakfast and not overtly react to how Harry was caressing her inner thighs with his toes, venturing ever so closer to her panty-clad womanhood but never quite touching it. He rubbed his toes all over her inner thighs, feeling her heat against his skin. The thrill of doing this right under the noses of her family members had already made him hard, and considering how Ginny was actively aiding him and even urging him to do more by parting her legs ever so slightly made him believe that she was slowly opening up to this new dynamic of their relationship as well.
Harry had known beforehand that this redhead had a sultry side to her, and it had started to emerge already. As he indulged in this thrilling game, keeping her occupied, hot, and labored throughout her meal, he wondered to himself just how fast he could push her. If things kept going at the pace they were going right now, the prospects looked very bright indeed.
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Throughout the breakfast during which both Mr. Weasley and Percy took their leave, Harry kept stimulating Ginny. He touched and caressed her relentlessly but he never touched her where she wanted him to. He could feel traces of her wetness and the slowly increasing heat of her quim against his toes, and he could see the mounting frustration and desperation in her eyes.
However, he remained firm and did not give in, making her more and more frantic and aroused. She was gripping the arm of her chair tightly with her free hand as she ate with as much composure as she could muster, all the while keeping her eyes on Harry who was leisurely talking to her twin brothers as if nothing was going on under the table.
The thought had come to her the previous evening, and she wondered once again just how he had changed so much in only a few months since the year's end. The thought did not linger for long in her mind though, overwhelmed as it already was with his teasing ministrations. All she thought was that she was ecstatic that their relationship had evolved in this manner, and she felt nothing but excitement at the prospect of taking things further.
“Moving on, I heard your mother talking about something called Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes. What’s up with that?” Harry asked the twins who grinned excitedly.
“Oh, it’s our baby, Harrykins!”
“The fruit of our past, the merit of our present, and the prospect of our future!”
With a smirk, Harry turned to Ginny and asked, “You got any clue what they’re talking about?”
Ginny breathed in sharply, trying to control her emotions and working to keep her voice in check. Still, her voice came out a bit strained as she smiled at her brothers who grinned.
“Mum found this stack of order forms when she was cleaning their room. Price lists of things they’ve come up with. You saw one this morning with Percy.”
“The Blow-up Blowturd is a nasty bit of work,” Fred smirked.
“Shows its true effects after a few hours,” George matched his twin’s smirk.
“We got to test it out somewhere.”
Harry snorted, his gaze shifting back to Ginny who breathed heavily and continued in the same strained voice, “They’ve made all sorts of things… fake wands, trick sweets, all for fun and laughs…”
“We were planning on selling it all at Hogwarts to make some money to… well, fund the shop really,” George shrugged.
“And well, our dear ol’ Mum didn’t like it. Burned our forms an’ all, she did,” Fred muttered. “Said we didn’t get as many OWLs as she expected. Who needs grades?”
“Exactly, as if a sheet of parchment can decide our life,” George snorted. “Like hell we’ll get a boring desk job at the Ministry like Dad or perfect Percy. All we want to do is to open our joke shop.”
“And this joke shop’s name is Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes? Pretty unique, I’ll admit,” Harry replied.
“Everything’s unique about it, Harrykins, just like us,” Fred smirked.
“Oh? Do tell me more about it then,” Harry replied, matching the smirk.
More than an hour passed with Harry constantly stimulating Ginny as he and the twins talked, with her chiming in every so often in the same strained voice. It was taxing to even remain composed, let alone speak without letting her brothers get suspicious of something fishy going on, but somehow, she managed. She could see the amusement Harry was getting at her predicament but she could not find it in herself to get mad at him, for this was unexpectedly thrilling for her in all sorts of ways.
The sound of the floo flaring made them look over and only then did Harry relent. He did not let up without leaving a final message though, and Ginny let out a sudden gasp when she felt his toe poke her entrance right over her damp panties for the barest of moments before he gently slid his foot down her leg, leaving a wet trail of her arousal along her soft skin. He gave her a cocky smirk as he stood up, and Ginny felt a jolt of thrill shoot straight through her core as she laid eyes on the evidence of his arousal poking firmly against his trousers.
Harry utilized his Occlumency to control his boner as he turned around and watched Bill and Charlie emerge from the fireplace, followed by Hermione who was holding her trunk in one hand and her cat Crookshanks’ cage in the other.
From the distance, he gave the brunette a once over and smirked to himself. She looked exactly as the older Hermione did, which meant her bushy brown hair was a thing of the distant past. Now, her brunette curls had a shine to them, undoubtedly aided by her knowledge of cosmetics and other materials that she had come to know about with age.
She was wearing her usual attire which consisted of a long-sleeved top and a pair of jeans. Both hugged her curves snugly, and she had some to be truly proud of. It was not a surprise that she had attracted the eyes of lechers like McLaggen and later, Ron as well.
However, in this timeline, she had attracted the eyes of another lecher who happened to be very possessive of those he deemed his, and he had no desire to let anyone else claim her.
“Harry!” Hermione beamed as she came closer, her arms outstretched in the gesture of a hug and Harry met her halfway with unhidden eagerness, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her feminine form flush against his muscular frame. He held her firmly, sinking his fingers into her back as he clutched her to himself, and Hermione’s eyes widened just a tad. This hug simply felt… different from their usual hugs. She closed her eyes however, attributing his enthusiasm to him simply missing her, and breathed in his scent, letting it waft over her senses. He smelled as he always did, but something was different… something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Meanwhile, Ginny stared at them as they hugged, feeling something coiling in her gut at the sight.
Slowly, Hermione felt him pull away and she stepped back, regarding him with slight surprise.
“You’ve grown quite tall in these last few months,” she remarked, having to tilt her head upward slightly to gaze him in his eyes.
“Innit? He’s as tall as us now,” Fred grinned as he and George arrived and exchanged a friendly hug with the brunette who finally turned to Ginny, hugging the younger girl with a smile. Meanwhile, Harry introduced himself to Bill and Charlie as they shook hands cordially.
Mrs. Weasley arrived soon and began fussing over the newcomers while Harry took his leave after telling the woman that he’d wake Ron up and send him downstairs pronto. He felt both Ginny and Hermione’s eyes on him as he walked up the stairs and smirked to himself. Ginny must be beyond aroused now, and Hermione must’ve not missed how different his touch had felt. She was too perceptive to overlook it, and he was looking forward to that conversation, if she even brought it up.
Whistling softly, Harry walked into the room and shook his head as he gazed at a sleeping Ron and he realized the silencing charm he had cast on him was still active. Chuckling, he took the charm down and grabbed the jug of water from the table, pouring its contents over the ginger’s face.
Ron sputtered, shooting upright, his eyes wide in shock as he wiped the water off his face.
“Blimey, mate! What was that for!?”
Harry merely pointed towards the clock, and as Ron looked at the time, his eyes shot open. He cursed and bolted towards the bathroom, leaving behind a smirking Harry who sat on what was his bed, absently stroking Hedwig’s feathers as his faithful snowy own planted herself on his shoulder.
“What a moron, eh, Hed?” He chuckled.
Ron emerged from the bathroom fifteen minutes later, all ready for the day. Harry was genuinely surprised to see that he was done so soon. Normally, Ron would take his time in the bathroom.
“See ya in a bit, mate,” he cried out and bolted out of the room, almost colliding with someone as he made to rush downstairs.
“See where you’re walking, idiot!” Harry heard the familiar voice cry out as she came into his line of sight, still wearing her nightgown. The redhead turned toward him and her features immediately shifted.
Harry remained perfectly at ease as Ginny slowly walked into the room, leaving the door slightly ajar behind her. She stopped right at the edge of the bed, staring down at him.
“Something the matter, Ginny?” He asked, his lips curled slightly as he gazed at her in amusement.
“Y-Yeah,” Ginny replied softly, and Harry watched her as she slowly unfurled the ribbon that tied her nightgown, pulling it slightly apart. He was pleasantly surprised to notice that she was wearing nothing but her undergarments under it. However, his eyes noticed nothing apart from one aspect of her skin which had been modified very recently. “I want to ask you about this.”
Harry watched as she shivered slightly and pulled her damp knickers down, gently tracing her finger over the black bolt of lightning engraved on her skin. It started right below her navel and stopped barely an inch above her clit.
“What does this tattoo mean, Harry?” She asked softly, her eyes affixed at Harry who merely stared back at her, his lips curled. The mark had manifested, and it was black, which meant things were halfway done.
“Go out and fly as much as you want, Hed,” he gently told his faithful owl who gently nipped at his ear and shot out of the window, leaving them on their own in the room. Releasing a soft breath, Harry pushed down on the bed and stood up, staring Ginny down. The redhead could not stop the shiver that coursed through her body as she took in the intense look on his face.
“What do you know about Voldemort’s Dark Mark, Ginny?” He asked, and Ginny’s eyes widened as she stared at him in surprise.
To be continued…
Comments
Darth Reven
Why do I have a feeling that once he finds out who killed him if he does he'll kill the person or of she already involved with him she be a slave
Erinnyes
Oh this is going to be great... Can't wait for more!
jp9901
Oh, this is how we are gonna do it? A harem to strengthen himself, fascinating!
