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Beyond The Rules: Chapter 18
🕑 Added 2023-12-05 16:30:01 +0000 UTC“So? What d’you think? Still need to take our word for it or did the lunch prove we can cook?” Astoria asked, hips cocked to the side as she stared him down.
Harry looked at her, amused, before glancing toward Daphne and Tracey standing to her left.
“Alright, I accept. You can cook, and you’re brilliant at it. Merlin, I had no idea I’d aggravated you that much,” he muttered.
“A little lesson, dear,” Daphne smirked.
Harry rolled his eyes as the women stared at him in amusement.
“Now that we’re done here,” Daphne remarked, staring at him with a smirk. “Trace, Tori, let’s get going. It’s four already.”
“You’re going somewhere?” Harry asked curiously. As one, the three witches smirked.
“Just arranging for a little surprise. Don’t worry, you’ll know soon,” Astoria replied.
“Don’t be impatient, Harry,” Tracey interjected when he made to speak, effectively shutting him up.
“Alright,” he sighed. “Be safe, you three.”
Harry and Evelyn watched the three young women step inside the floo one by one and vanish in a swirl of emerald flames.
Smiling, he turned to gaze at her and found her looking lost in thoughts. She had averted her eyes away from him and was gazing at the floor, chewing her lower lip gently. The not-so-innocent act did not fail to make him stir slightly.
“What are you thinking?” He asked.
Evelyn started slightly and turned to see him staring at her with a small smile on his face.
“Nothing much, just wondering what the future has in store for us,” she replied. Harry straightened slightly.
“Any particular reason why you’re thinking about the future?”
Evelyn sighed.
“A few weeks ago, our ancestral home was attacked by Death Eaters. Today, I agreed to the union between you and my three girls. Right after that, we cast a Fidelius on this property. All of this is enough to make anyone concerned about the future.”
Harry nodded.
“I understand where you’re coming from, Evelyn, but I promise you. I’ll let nothing happen to you and those I care about.”
Evelyn gave him a soft smile.
“I know, and you have no idea how much I believe that you won’t,” she replied. “Yet, it doesn’t mean we can be lax ourselves.”
“What are you proposing?” Harry asked curiously.
Evelyn’s response was to brandish her wand and cast an unknown spell on the floor. Harry watched as a sharp icicle emerged from the floor. He reached forward, gently touching the pointed tip with his finger. He was surprised when the icicle tore his skin upon contact and he sucked his finger to stave off the blood flow.
A quick flick of Evelyn’s wand healed the small cut and Harry regarded her evenly.
“This is the Greengrass family magic,” she informed him. “We can manipulate the element of water. However, that is not unique to the family. What we can do better than the others is manipulate water in its frozen form. An example is right in front of you here.”
Harry nodded.
“I remember you using the same magical art in that fight,” he remarked.
“Ice is what I feel the most comfortable with,” Evelyn smiled. “The same is true for Daphne and Astoria. You must have heard about my eldest having a particular moniker around Hogwarts.”
Harry chuckled.
“I long ago realized that moniker had nothing to do with her personality. There’s no way someone so joyous can earn the title of Ice-Queen. It must be because of her ability to cast freezing spells. I’ve heard of a few cases over the years,” he replied.
“I taught her,” Evelyn said, and Harry did not fail to detect a hint of pride in her voice.
“Where are you going with this, Evelyn?” He asked plainly. Evelyn cast her gaze at him.”
“I’ve already seen how capable you are,” she began. “The way you fight, your knowledge of spells, the power I can feel rolling off you… It won’t be an exaggeration to say that you could fight the highest ranking members of the Inner Circle and emerge on top.”
“Well,” Harry chuckled. “I appreciate you thinking so highly of me.”
“It’s impossible not to after witnessing it all,” Evelyn replied evenly. “And I want you to train with me so that I can hone my skills for the upcoming fights.”
Harry gazed back at her, noticing the resolute look in her eyes. She was staring back at him evenly and he mused thoughtfully.
“Alright,” he nodded. “Let’s get to it then.”
“Follow me,” she replied and stood up, earning a surprised look from Harry.
“You’re going to practice in that?” He asked, referring to her attire.
She was wearing a lavender witches’ robe with frills over her arms and across the front. The front was slightly parted below the neck, giving him a tantalizing view of her generous cleavage. The small gap showed him the beginnings of her smooth, white mounds and the line of valley between her large tits.
The dress fit her snugly, accentuating her womanly curves in all their delicious glory. The way it stretched around her breasts and hugged her around her midriff and hips was alluring and although he had already done it, he longed for her to turn around so he could let his eyes feast on her delectable ass again.
The slit in the skirt showcased her long, delectable legs up to her thighs whenever it moved.
Her wavy blonde hair, so much like Daphne’s, flowed down her back and her full, kissable lips held his attention even now, lips that he longed to feel against his, and around his shaft. The image sent his blood rushing southward.
He knew this was all a step toward seducing him, and although he appreciated the progress she seemed to have made already, it was severely lacking. He needed to see more efforts from her. There had not even been a concrete action on her part that stimulated him sexually, apart from her slightly tighter attire, and that was not nearly enough.
He was happy to give her what she wanted, but only if she did something significant to earn it.
“The more challenging it is, the better the improvement would be,” she replied easily. She had not missed how his eyes had raked over her womanly form and it made her shiver in pleasure. Simply his appreciative gaze was enough to tremendously affect her. She could only wonder how magnificent it would feel when he touched her.
‘I already know how it would feel,’ she thought, recalling the time when they had been flush against each other in that cloak of his. His touch had been electric, and her body longed to feel even more of it.
She was still not entirely sure about his desires for her. It was entirely possible that he was simply appreciating the sight of a beautiful woman and would not act on those desires considering who she was. However, she hoped with all her might for it to not be the case. He was with her daughters but she could not ignore her desires.
She wanted him, and she wanted him to take her in every way imaginable, to make her his, and to be with him for her entire life.
“Let’s go then,” he nodded with a smile and Evelyn schooled her features. She had to focus on something else right now.
She led him to an empty room that was devoid of any furniture or decorations. As he gazed around, she said, “We use this room for spell practice. It’s properly enchanted to withstand the best of blasting curses.”
“Good to know,” he replied as they took positions opposite each other. They were approximately twenty yards apart. “You want me to focus on elemental spells as well?”
“If you’d like,” Evelyn replied as she took her stance. Harry looked her over. It was a standard stance – facing sideways to reduce to target area and knees bent slightly to allow quick mobility.
Instead of adopting an stance though, Harry simply stood relaxed, with his wand held loosely as he regarded her.
“Ready when you are,” he called out, keenly observing her.
Evelyn nodded and thrust her wand forward. Sharp icicles shot toward him like arrows and Harry stared. Right when they were about to strike, the icicles collided with an invisible wall and disappeared with a hiss. Evelyn’s eyes widened slightly.
“Go on,” Harry encouraged.
Evelyn muttered something under her breath and flicked her wand. Suddenly, a hailstorm enveloped him but instead of making contact, the sharp icicles disappeared with a hiss right when they were about to strike.
“A wide-area infernal shield,” Evelyn called out. “A very sound strategy indeed.”
Harry chuckled as the glowing red shield became visible around him. The shield looked like translucent lava flowing around him, protecting him from the rigorous onslaught of hail and icicles, evaporating everything as it made contact.
Suddenly, he felt something massive collide with his shield and a loud screeching rang throughout the room. A huge javelin of frozen ice pushed firmly against the shield, slowly evaporating as it tried to penetrate the barrier.
“That was a strong spell. You tried it that night, didn’t you?” Harry called out before adding in a mocking tone, “Treating me to the same spell as the Death Eaters, Evelyn? I thought you liked me.”
Evelyn chuckled as his face became visible from the small hole her javelin had made where it had struck and she pressed forward. Massive icicles emerged from the floor, attacking the base of the shield. These began to evaporate as well but took the heat of the shield with them as well.
Minutes passed and finally, Evelyn stared at her handiwork. The shield was flickering and it looked much weaker.
Sighing, Harry flicked his wand and vanished the shield.
“Merlin, you’re more powerful than I’d realized,” she muttered, breathing heavily. The spells had taken a lot out of her and all she had done was weaken a shield. He hadn’t even cast an offensive spell or put her under any sort of pressure and yet she felt as if they’d been fighting for at least an hour now.
“Not to blow my horn here, but even if there were ten of you, it’d change nothing,” he replied simply. Evelyn could detect nothing but cold, hard fact in that statement. There was no hint of bragging. He was so self-assured in his abilities that he didn’t need to prove anything by his words. The display of his magical prowess made things abundantly clear for anyone who witnessed it.
“Let’s take a small break. I want to see something, and I want you at your absolute best for it,” Harry proposed. Intrigued, Evelyn nodded.
Harry conjured a loveseat and took a seat, patting the spot beside him for her. Evelyn did not fail to notice it was on the slightly shorter side which meant they would be flush against each other and once again, she wondered what the truth really was. Was he truly interested in her or not?
Shaking her head to clear off her indecisive thoughts, Evelyn walked over and took a seat beside him. Their sides were flush against each other and she felt him rest his arm over the backrest of the loveseat behind her.
“How did you get so good exactly?” She could not help but ask, glancing toward him.
“Life made me grow,” he replied. “You must have heard about things that have been happening at Hogwarts since we started there.”
“I’ve heard rumors,” she nodded.
Harry sighed and began to explain everything that had happened since their first year. Evelyn listened in growing shock as he described his fight with the possessed Quirinus Quirrell and how he had killed him before he explained the events of his second year and the entire Chamber of Secrets fiasco. She gasped aloud when he described his fight with the Basilisk and his encounter with the shade of Voldemort.
To think that so much had happened in that castle with people outside being none the wiser. She expressed as much to Harry who scoffed.
“Forget the outsiders, not even the students or staff know what I just told you,” he replied. “Dumbledore has kept everything under tight wraps and only a few people are aware of it.”
“That old fool,” Evelyn hissed. “No wonder there are so many who want him gone.”
Harry nodded and started explaining about the next three years. To say that Evelyn was shocked to know that Sirius Black was not only innocent of everything he had been accused of but he was also Harry’s godfather was an understatement. She could not believe such a travesty had occurred right under their noses and all she could do was listen in shock as Harry described the events of his third and fourth year to her.
She felt her heart reach out to him when he narrated the events in that graveyard at the end of their fourth year and she could wholeheartedly understand how and why he had grown so strong at such a young age. He had had his life threatened innumerable times and he had a vengeful dark wizard after him. No wonder he had devoted himself to nothing but honing his magical skills and amassing as much knowledge as he possibly could.
It made her respect for him rise even further and she felt even more grateful that he had such high aspirations for the British wizarding society. There was no one more suited to leading their country than him. He had bled and suffered for this country, saving countless lives in process, and all he had received from them was scorn and fickle treatment.
By the time Harry was done explaining the events of the fifth year that culminated in the Battle of the Ministry, as it had been dubbed, Evelyn was clutching him firmly to herself, as if afraid he would vanish out of sight. Meanwhile, Harry kept caressing her hair gently as he held her hand that was clutching his shirt with the other. She looked visibly affected by his trials and he could perfectly understand. To her, he was someone she cared about, even more now after he was to be her daughters’ life partner. Coupled with her own feelings for him and her reaction was entirely predictable.
“So there you have it,” he chuckled mirthlessly. “The boring life of Harry Potter – the attention-seeking brat who’s let his fame get to his head.”
“Shut up, will you?” She muttered. “Things have changed now, and you’ve turned out for the better. I believe in your plans for this country and you will have my full support, both as an ally and family.”
Harry smiled.
“Glad to hear that.”
“Alright now, get up. I’ve rested enough. Let’s get to whatever you want to test out.”
“You sure?” Harry asked, watching as she pulled away.
Evelyn regarded him evenly and nodded. She got up and walked away, now fully aware of his eyes following the sway of her hips. She didn’t comment on it but it further emboldened her belief that he was interested.
She was not an idiot. She had deciphered what his game was here. He was teasing her, that bastard. He was testing her resolve, trying to see how long she could go on without acting up on her desires, and for Morgana’s sake he was succeeding. Evelyn did not like to concede defeat but she had to admit she was very close here.
If he wanted to see more from her before taking any initiative, then she would indulge his desire. However, the most she would do was meet him halfway, not any further.
She walked over and took her place again, watching him get up and stride over to his.
“So what is it?” She asked curiously.
“I’m thinking of a battle of elements,” he called out, to more of her intrigue. “I’ll use fire. You use water or ice, whichever you prefer. I want to see how much power it takes to overcome yours, or vice versa.”
Despite herself, Evelyn laughed aloud.
“I’m not kidding,” he continued mirthfully. “From our previous round, I’ve understood enough that you are a powerful witch. You managed to significantly weaken my shield, after all. I know you can take what I’m going to throw at you.”
“You do, do you?” She replied with a chuckle before shrugging her shoulders. “Fine then. I’ll play by your rules. Fire versus Water it is.”
Harry nodded and raised his wand, prompting Evelyn to do the same.
Simultaneously, they cast, and the room was enveloped in a massive discharge of magical energy.
A massive firewyrm shot out of Harry’s wand and Evelyn’s eyes widened. She had thought he was going to cast a firestorm but he had pulled the fucking Fiendfyre out of his arsenal. The infernal creature increased in size until it stood almost four times her height, its enraged eyes bearing down on her. Evelyn felt slightly faint at the sight of the burning behemoth and as she tore her gaze away from it to Harry, her breath hitched.
His eyes were narrowed into slits as he fed his rage into the spell. Emotions powered spells as much as intent and willpower did, and right now, she was feeling the full force of his rage bearing down on her.
Try as she might though, she could not help but feel a pleasant tingle shoot down her spine at the sight of him. The way his eyes had darkened made him look akin to a predator hunting his prey and she could not help but wonder how dark his eyes would be when filled with lust for her.
Desire filled every fiber of her being as Evelyn’s eyes bored into his, gleaming like the blue surface of an ocean under sunlight. A massive tide of water surged forward, gaining mass and speed until it coalesced into the form of a merman with a trident.
The room around them shook as the two massive elemental creatures collided, covering the entire room in mist. A loud hissing noise permeated the air and it felt as if a massive earthquake had enveloped the entire estate.
They could barely make out the outlines of the wyrm and the merman as they fought for dominance. The wyrm’s fiery claws struck the solid trident of the merman, glowing ominously as it froze, and the loud clangs that echoed around the room defied all logic. Somehow, the elements had solidified.
However, in a sudden burst of vehemence, the firewyrm roared aloud, making goosebumps rise all over Evelyn’s skin. Her face felt singed as the inferno intensified even more. The merman evaporated in a keening hiss of steam and Evelyn felt as if her breath was taken away. She stared, wide-eyed, at the sight of Harry who stood there, fully self-assured as he flicked his wand and collapsed the massive wyrm into a small flickering flame which he doused moments later.
“Well, guess that fulfills my curiosity,” he said, looking over at her.
Evelyn paid his words no heed. The massive magical discharge overloaded her senses. His primal magic caressed her own, encasing her in a protective cocoon. Her entire being had already been filled with nothing but her desires for him.
Harry stared in slight surprise when Evelyn did not react as he expected her to. He called out her name, to no avail. Right when he made to move toward her, she jolted in place. He stared at her as she approached, her eyes downcast until she was mere feet away from him. He barely had any time to brace himself as Evelyn looked up with her eyes full of lust and wrapped her arms around him.
Surprised, Harry stared at the blonde head under his chin and gently held her.
“Evelyn?” He asked, slightly concerned. She had been perfectly normal until now and it was surprising to see her suddenly so overwhelmed with whatever she was feeling.
The blonde remained silent with her face buried in the crook of his neck, breathing his masculine scent. It inflamed her desire even further.
Harry was surprised even more when he felt her entire front press flush over his front. Her hands held him firmly as she pressed herself close to him, mashing her large tits against his chest. Was she taking the step he wanted her to? Right now?
He leaned his face over her head and smelled the sweet scent of her lustrous blonde locks. She smelled so much like Daphne and Astoria. He could not ignore how her lower belly was pressed against his crotch and he groaned slightly when she began to rub over his length that was hardening with every second that passed.
None of them could ignore what was going on right now. Evelyn had finally given in to her desires, wanting to have him, to give all of herself to him. All it had taken was an exposure to her raw emotions for her to muster enough courage. However, now that she had taken the first step, she was not going to back down.
For too long she had held back on her desires, never seeking any other man since her husband’s death. She was done now. She wanted this man and she would give herself to him.
She might not be his wife or mistress, but she needed no titles. His companionship would be enough.
She smiled when she felt him respond. His hands held her gently by the waist and he began to caress her sides as she intensified her ministrations, rubbing her lower belly against the hardening rod she could feel against her. He felt massive, and the mere thought of his massive manhood penetrating her sent her juices gushing inside her overly needy quim.
Her face was buried in the crook of his neck and she puckered her lips, kissing his bare skin for the first time. Her lips caressed his skin and in no time, she started sucking. The groan of pleasure that he let out made her arousal increase more than it already had and she gasped when he cast aside all inhibitions and reached around her, grabbing the plump cheeks of her arse in his palms.
His fingers dug into her skin over her tight dress and she felt him pull her close, planting her lower belly firmly over his erection. He was indeed massive and thick and she felt all of it against her.
In no time, Harry was squeezing the supple flesh of her arse over her thin and tight dress, all inhibitions long forgotten. All he had wanted from her was a gesture – a step in his direction. What he had gotten was something much more concrete. It felt as if she had suddenly decided to cast away all the shackles that seemed to be holding her back and reach out for what she wanted, and Harry appreciated her all the more for it.
Her firm, soft tits were mashed against his chest as she kept herself fully flush against him. His hands fondled her arse to his heart’s content. The heat of her lips he could feel on his neck and the sensation of her alluring curves against his skin intensified his arousal. He could feel the smoothness of her skin through the fabric of her dress and that further clued him into how thin her dress was. After all, he had been able to make out both the swells of her tits and her ass when he had been ogling her previously.
“You’re sure about this, right?” He could not help but ask, and Evelyn paused. She pulled her lips off his neck and glanced up at him with eyes inflamed with lust.
“I’ve never wanted anything more than this,” she replied firmly. She reveled in the sheer desire she could see in his emerald orbs that darkened with his arousal and threw a sultry smirk at him.
“Good to know,” he replied before slamming his lips against hers.
Evelyn’s world exploded into a shower of sparks as raw electricity coursed through her nerves, sending her reeling. Her body felt as if it was on fire, tingling, as sheer pleasure washed over her in cataclysmic waves. Her magic sang in elation and so did her body as it responded to his touch with so much eagerness that she felt she would lose control over her senses.
In a sense, she already had.
Her lips could only surrender to the sheer force of nature that he was. They parted at first contact and she moaned out loud as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth, plundering her. She clutched him to herself, wanting to never let go, as she allowed his tongue to explore the entirety of her mouth, letting him do as he pleased with her.
His hands were still on her arse, squeezing and fondling those plump cheeks that had helped her give birth to two brilliant girls – girls who were also this man’s lovers. The forbidden nature of their relationship sent another rush of pleasure shooting through her pussy, making her even wetter than before.
One of her hands buried in his dark locks, playing with his scalp, while the other dropped to his front, rubbing his raging manhood over his trousers.
He grunted into the kiss and she preened. She made swift work of his belt, the button on his trousers, and the zip at the front, and as quickly as she could, she pushed her hand inside and grasped his manhood. The feeling of his hot rod made her gasp.
Harry groaned into the kiss when after a moment of pause, Evelyn began to stroke his hard mast. His fingers were digging into her arse as he kept squeezing and fondling her. Her lips felt so soft and tasty against his as they moved with pure passion and the way she responded to him made his kisses even harder.
Evelyn gasped when Harry pulled away and twirled her around, pulling her back against his front and wrapping his arms around her belly. She moaned at the feeling of his hardness pushing against her bubble butt and ground herself against him. Her head tilted back when he began dropping kisses along the side of her neck, sucking on her tender skin and leaving a sinful hot trail with his lips. His hands caressed her sides, rubbing her over the thin fabric of her robes, and she could feel him slowly climbing upward.
“Just get on with it already!” She cried out, uncaring of how she might come off. She wanted him to touch her. As if to further emphasize how much she wanted him, she began humping her ass over his hard-on, rubbing it all over her arse.
Harry chuckled and gently bit her earlobe, whispering, “Why so impatient?”
He was a bastard, and he showed her just how much. He kept caressing her over her dress, rubbing his hands all over her belly. He would reach up until he brushed the underside of her lovely tits, teasing her, but never quite giving her what she wanted. Minutes passed and Harry continued to take liberties with her curvaceous body, running his hands all over her but never touching her where she wanted him to touch her the most.
Her grinding on his cock had only intensified and if Harry didn’t have his self-control, he would’ve busted a nut already. Instead, he kept a firm hold over his emotions, employing the full might of his composure, and teased her relentlessly. Just because she had taken away a lot of his fun by being daring didn’t mean he was going to let her off the hook so easily.
Meanwhile, Evelyn had her head tilted to the side as she let him feast on the ivory skin of her neck. Her arse remained poised over his erection, and she kept rubbing herself all over him. She willed him with all her heart to stop teasing her but he seemed intent on subjecting her to this sinful torture.
Suddenly, she gasped as he trailed his hands downward, pressing her firmly over his manhood. However, he didn’t stop. He smoothed down the flare of her skirt and began caressing her inner thighs over her dress. Her arousal intensified at the feeling of his hands so close to her sacred spot but he never showed any indication of venturing any further. He felt her through the fabric, squeezing and rubbing her inner thighs, feeling the softness of her skin, as if he could touch her directly.
Evelyn’s toes curled as she fully leaned back against him, dropping her entire weight against him as he continued to stimulate her. She knew what he was doing. Simply teasing her was not on his agenda. He was preparing her, bringing her to such a heightened sense of arousal that she had no choice but to reward him with multiple climaxes by the time he was done with her. The prospect excited her immensely and she surrendered herself to it.
Harry smirked to himself when the busty blonde leaned her head back against his chest, letting him do as he pleased. He was happy to see that she was trusting him to this degree that she was letting him have full control over how their time together would progress. He was grateful for her trust and he resolved to not disappoint her.
This was a woman who had been without the touch of another for years now and the least he could do was to make her first time in such a long span truly worthwhile. He was intent on bringing her more pleasure than anyone had ever brought her. Once he was done with her, the only man she would ever think of was him and no one else, no matter what her husband or anyone else before him might have meant to her.
After all, he liked to be the only man his women thought about.
“Tell me what you want, Evelyn,” he instructed softly, his hot breath coaxing a shudder from her.
Evelyn opened her eyes blearily and looked deeply into his emerald orbs.
“I want you, now and forever,” she whispered her reply, yet her voice resonated deep within him.
Harry smiled and leaning down so that his lips were a hair’s breadth away from hers, he whispered, “Then you’ll have all of it. I’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever felt. But you’ll have to share, you remember, right?”
“Don’t care as long as I can be with you.”
Harry chuckled.
“Glad you know how things work then,” he replied, just as his hands reached up and grabbed her tits firmly.
Evelyn moaned out loud in approval, knowing that she was in for a world of pleasure with her new lover now. With a wicked grin that excited Harry to no end, she leaned up and pressed her lips against his.
To be continued…
Comments
Coady
I'm loving Evelyn. She's a lot of fun. I hope Daphne and Tori don't get upset.
Krish
Just so you know, the next chapter will be a full smut one. That’s all I’m telling you at this moment. Stay tuned. 😂
Robert
This one felt a little unnecessary in terms of that much build up to another cliff hanger, but it was still damn good so 🤷♂️ Cheers 😂
