NOVEL NEXT Chapter 32: Meeting with Circe
As they approach the Island of Aeaea in Wonder Woman’s Invisible Jet, Harry can’t help but be nervous about the coming meeting with Circe. The Greek Sorceress was so powerful that she oft-times liked to claim to be a Goddess… and more than that, she oft-times got away with doing so as well. Diana had confided that it wasn’t quite that… but that Circe WAS a Demigod and so it was in his best interest to tread lightly.
After the disaster that was his meeting with Morgaine le Fay, Harry had to admit… he didn’t want to tread lightly, especially not among these haughty, arrogant, villainous bitches. Maybe if they were even remotely heroically inclined he could have swallowed his pride. Hell, he had done so with Wonder Woman, hadn’t she? Though it helped that she seemed to actually be contrite over her role in the current state of affairs, and increasingly distraught as his condition slowly but surely worsened.
Regardless, Harry was nervous… but also defiant in the face of his own nervousness. He refused to be cowed by another villainous woman, no matter how powerful she might be. Indeed, Circe might very well be stronger than Morgaine le Fay, Harry truly didn’t know. Though if she was, they should be able to handle her, all things considered. The firepower that they were bringing along was considerable, consisting of Wonder Woman and two of her fellow Amazonians, the current Wonder Girl and the former Wonder Girl, a young woman who now went by ‘Troia’.
Of course, the current Wonder Girl was Cassandra Sandsmark, who Harry had had prior… relations with. He didn’t know why the blonde had insisted on dressing up like a hooker for this little get-together… nor why neither Diana nor her former student Donna Troy seemed willing to call Cassie out on it.
Seriously, Cassandra was currently leaving very little to the imagination. The blonde’s ensemble consisted of a fishnet tube-top that not only did nothing to cover up her chest, but also had a ‘nipple window’ in the shame of the famous ‘W’ to expose her teats. Then, down below she’s wearing a pair of torn jean shorts with stars on them along with a red thong that pulls up from the very skimpy bottoms. Below THAT, she has on torn sheer stockings, each attached to a garter belt hidden under her jean shorts by black garters. And if that wasn’t enough, to top it all off… she’s got a bright red and gold collar on, alongside the Amazonian Heroines’ signature bracers.
By themselves, those bracers were a symbol of the freedom that the all-female Amazons had obtained by throwing off their male oppressors so long ago. But when combined with Cassie’s new collar, they made quite the… statement in the opposite direction, didn’t they?
Or at least, that’s what Harry thought. And yet, neither Wonder Woman nor Troia seemed willing to take the new Wonder Girl to task. Oh they’d definitely noticed how Cassie was dressed and they both kept shooting her glances… but then Donna would look to Diana, expecting their shared mentor to say something, and when Diana refused to speak up, the younger Amazonian just looked confused and stayed quiet.
Frankly, if it was just Harry and the three of them, he wouldn’t be nearly as nervous. Oh sure, there would still be an element of tension involved in this mission, but he’d be a lot more relaxed. Alas, there’s one more member of their little party here…
“Oh my! That’s Aeaea… we’re actually here!”
Alongside him, peering out through one of the invisible jet’s windows, Hermione Granger, one of Harry’s first friends and closest confidantes, gawks and oohs and awws in amazement at the sight down below. When she’d found out that they were going to see Circe, Hermione had positively begged to get to tag along. And Harry… Harry found he couldn’t bring himself to say no. She was just so excited, so eager, and so enthusiastic.
Yet, now that they were actually here, he found himself questioning the fact that he’d caved. His experience with Morgaine le Fay was still fresh in her mind. How she’d asked for Luna Lovegood in exchange for curing him. Obviously, he had said no… but he didn’t think that was the end of it. Luna was on the powerful witch’s radar now, and there was no putting that genie back in the bottle.
By the same comparison, Harry couldn’t help but be worried that Circe would somehow decide she wanted Hermione or something in exchange for her help. If that happened, Harry would once again have to say no… and ultimately be Zero for Two in terms of trying to get a cure from incredibly powerful villainesses. But… it was too late now. Though part of Harry was tempted to try and get Hermione to stay on the jet, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt her like that and rain on her parade.
Instead, sighing, Harry reaches out and grabs Hermione by the arm, forcing her to give him her attention.
“Hermione… I want to be very clear… while we’re down there, you must be careful not to draw attention to yourself. You’re only an observer, alright?”
Blinking owlishly, the brunette witch slowly nods. Their relationship under Galatea’s guidance had transformed from best of friends into something akin to Domination and Submission long, long ago. If Tea had her way, he would be Hermione’s Master and she his slave, but their friendship was too powerful for such terms to really take. That said, there was still a part of Hermione who had been… trained to listen and obey his words thanks to the Argoan Clone.
“O-Of course, Harry. Ah… but I’m no one special. I’m sure someone as powerful as Circe wouldn’t look twice at me.”
On the one hand, Hermione might be right. After all, she’d been part of the group that had gone to Morgaine le Fay originally, and the Arthurian Witch had latched onto Luna and Luna alone out of all of those options. But on the other hand, Harry had this sinking sensation in his gut, as though Hermione’s thirst for knowledge and pursuit of new information at all costs might just draw Circe’s eye after all.
Either way, he’s said what he wanted to say. Gracing Hermione with a smile, he pulls his best friend turned sex pet into a hug and kisses her chastely on the forehead.
“You’re very special to me, Hermione. And you always will be.”
The brunette stiffens for a moment before relaxing into his hold, hugging him back and letting out a happy little sigh as they just… embrace for a brief moment. Then, the invisible jet lands and the jolt is enough to pull them both apart.
“We’re here.”
As Wonder Woman speaks, she stands from the pilot’s seat and glances at all of them, her face noticeably coloring when her gaze lands on Cassie again. However, the blonde Wonder Girl doesn’t look remotely chagrined or chastened, nor even slightly embarrassed. She wears her current ensemble with pride, hands planted on her hips as she gives everyone else a grin.
“Shall we then?”
Diana hesitates, but if the older Amazonian wasn’t going to speak up before, Harry isn’t interested in letting her do so now. Not when they’re this close. With a grunt, he steps towards the jet’s exit ramp, his voice decisive and brooking no argument as he lets out a growl.
“We shall.”
There’s perhaps a brief pause as he reaches the door control and slaps his hand down on the exit ramp’s release button. But by the time the ramp is done extending and Harry is stepping onto it, he’s followed by Hermione and the three Amazonians, none of them saying a word as he leads them all across the beautiful, untouched beaches of Aeaea and towards the Grecian Abode visible in the distance.
Reaching it is the work of a quick trek in the end, and suddenly Harry finds himself stepping into a throne room… where a woman that reminds him startlingly of the Themyscirian Princess behind him lounges in a revealing green dress. Harry blinks. He doesn’t THINK that Circe and Diana are related… but the black hair is very distinctive, isn’t it? Maybe it’s a Greek Pantheon sort of thing and maybe they are related as vaguely distant cousins, he doesn’t know.
“Ah. And so a man steps foot on my island. I wonder… what does he think he can offer me to be allowed to survive this encounter?”
Harry bristles at the immediate threat. But he’d been at least somewhat prepared for this. He knew full well that Circe was… well, a man-hater. That said, he marshals himself and straightens up, holding his head high as he stares the Greek Demigoddess right in the eye.
“I was invited to treat with you, Lady Circe.”
Circe smirks at that.
“The proper form of address is Goddess to you, wizard.”
Gritting his teeth, Harry ultimately nods in acknowledgment.
“Very well, Goddess.”
If it was ‘my goddess’ or ‘Mistress’ he would have taken offense, but if Circe wanted to do her little power plays, than so be it. So long as she didn’t trample all over his pride, he didn’t care. Frankly, even if she did trample over his pride a little bit, he might be alright with it so long as she didn’t try to take anyone that he loved as her own.
Looking pleased by Harry’s capitulation, Circe finally rises from her throne, her green dress clinging to her body in all the right ways, barely hiding certain parts of her admittedly gorgeous figure. The powerful Grecian Sorceress crosses the distance between them, her eyes traveling up and down his form as she hums consideringly.
“Yes… I see the problem. You are dying, little wizard. Such a shame. And yet… you have women who are so eager to save you. I’m surprised that many of those from the last time around didn’t make the journey this time. But I suspect that was not your choice.”
It wasn’t. Diana had been the one to declare that Harley and Ivy, along with Kara and Tea, should all remain behind while Cassie took their place. Hermione had been a concession for the Themyscirian Princess, though somehow Harry didn’t think Diana expected Cassie to ‘attend’ this mission dressed as she currently was. It was possible that Wonder Woman didn’t know what he and her current Wonder Girl had gotten up to or the bad influence that a certain Starfire had become on the blonde Amazonian.
Either way, it mattered little. Harry was actually happy to leave most of the women he actually cared about behind. It left Circe with less levers to use on him. Of course, by bringing Hermione along he had almost completely nullified that advantage… but even still, he would just need to… try and ignore Hermione. Maybe if he acted like the brunette was just his witch pet or something, Circe wouldn’t pay her the slightest mind?
Indeed, as the Grecian Demigoddess’ eyes travel over his party, they don’t seem to linger on Hermione for long, thankfully. No, the one they linger on the longest is Cassie Sandsmark, though admittedly only for a moment longer than the others. Still, there’s a telltale quirk on the corner of Circe’s mouth that Harry thinks means the Sorceress finds Cassie’s current state of dress horrendously amusing.
“My companions aren’t that important right now, are they Goddess? I am here for your help… and to find out what your help might ultimately cost me. You’re right, I’m dying. But I still have my pride. Some things are worse than death.”
His grave tone provokes light laughter from Circe, whose eyes twinkle with mischievous glee as she waves a hand through the air.
“Ah, so I suppose transforming you into one of my Beastiamorphs to alleviate your woes is out of the question, is it? Shame, that.”
… Yes, that was out of the question. But it’s clear that Circe means it in jest, so Harry doesn’t bother dignifying the joke with a serious response. Instead he watches silently as she considers him for a beat longer before slowly nodding.
“I am sure I can find a cure for you, little wizard. It won’t even be particularly hard, I imagine. But as you said… there is always a price for these things, isn’t there? Your ‘cost’ as you call it… will be twofold.”
Harry narrows his eyes as Circe steps forward… and presses a hand to his chest. With his magic locked away by Zatanna’s bracelet, he doesn’t even get a chance to react before suddenly, he’s divested of all his clothing. Abruptly naked, he lets out a startled grunt, even as the women with him all react in their own way. For Diana, the reaction is an angry shout.
“Circe!”
“Relax! Did you think I would be able to examine him with his clothes on? Honestly, I have to know what I’m working with at least~”
Harry holds up a hand… to Diana behind him, not even looking in the Princess’ direction as he speaks.
“It’s fine.”
Left unsaid is ‘for now’ of course, but glaring into Circe’s amused face, Harry makes sure she gets the message all the same. Bobbing her head in silent acknowledgment, Circe nevertheless runs her hands up and down his body for a moment, experimentally touching him. When the ‘examination’ dips down to his crotch, her fingers gliding over his rapidly growing cock, Harry grunts and finally speaks up.
“What is the price, Goddess? Groping seems relatively premature when I have yet to agree to anything.”
Circe pauses at that, her eyes flashing as she gives him a small grin.
“You’re quite the arrogant one, aren’t you? Like so many men…”
Harry stiffens at that. He doesn’t think himself arrogant. In fact, he feels that his request for clarification on what a cure would cost was perfectly reasonable. So he stands his ground, staring at Circe intensely… until finally, the raven-haired sorceress rolls her eyes.
“Hmph, very well. As I said, the price for a cure will be twofold. First, you will give me unfettered access to the Library of House Black.”
Harry blinks at that, taken aback by this first request. Then he thinks about what’s actually IN the Black Library and has to resist the urge to blanch at the thought of a malevolent villainess like Circe getting her hands on all that knowledge. At the same time… it’s better than her asking for a person, isn’t it?
“… What could someone as powerful and knowledgeable as you possibly want with a simple family library?”
Circe’s eyes twinkle and he can tell she knows immediately what he’s doing. Number One, he’s flattering the hell out of her. Obvious manipulation is obvious, but no less manipulative to someone of Circe’s level of ego. Number Two… he’s downplaying the danger of the Black Family Library to his allies. If Wonder Woman knew exactly what sort of dark magics could be found in the Black Library, she would probably never let him give Circe access. But Harry was making it clear, to Circe anyway that he was willing to entertain the idea by keeping Diana in the dark.
“Well… as I told the Princess, I’ve never heard of your… Dark Potion before. Having had its properties explained to me, I’m confident I can cure it… but I will need access to the source of its crafting in order to make sure of that.”
By that logic, Circe only needed the tomes that Harry had used to make the Dark Potion in the first place. But if he says as much, Diana will probably realize something is up… so Harry can do nothing but nod his head in uneasy agreement.
“I am… tentatively on board with giving you access. Depending on what the second thing you’re going to ask for is.”
In another instant, Circe shows just how powerful she is as the scene abruptly changes. Harry was naked before. Now he’s naked AND on his back on a large bed, with the Grecian Demigoddess straddling him, her hands running up and down his chest and her cunt lips rubbing up against his already rock hard cock.
A series of squawks from nearby lets him know that either Circe has transported them ALL here, or she’s transmutated her entire throne room into a bedroom in the span of an eye’s blink. Either way, Harry grunts as he thrusts a hand out in the direction of the Amazonians to keep them from interfering.
“It’s fine! I’m fine!”
His cock strains and twitches, wanting nothing more than to be inside of the beautiful raven-haired woman atop him, but… overall he’s fine. Circe is having much too much fun showing off her power over the situation, but so far… this is nothing he can’t handle. Eyes glittering with avarice and amusement alike as she leans over him, arching her back and thrusting her perfectly sculpted tits in his general direction.
“As I said before… the price is twofold. Access to the Black Library to assist me in finding the cure… and a child from your loins.”
Harry blinks at that, his mind stuttering to a stop for a second. On the one hand… she was asking for precisely what Morgaine had asked for. Someone he loved. For how could he not love his own child? On the other hand, said child did not exist yet… and more than that, it took two to tango. Circe’s intentions were obvious. She wanted to fuck him, have him cum inside of her… and take his seed for herself to produce a child.
That… wasn’t half as bad as Morgaine wanting him to just hand Luna over to her like some piece of meat all willy nilly. While Harry had to admit he was a little scared of the thought of what Circe might do with their child… she would at least be its mother, right? So he could expect it to have a good life if nothing else. And if it didn’t… if she turned out to be a terrible, abusive mother? Then Harry would stop at nothing to take his child from her care and deal with her as he saw fit.
With that thought crystallized in his mind, Harry reaches up and grabs Circe by the hips. The Grecian Demigoddess lifts a brow at his sudden forwardness, even as Harry finds her to be relatively light all things considered. His workout sessions and the fact that she’s a sorceress and not a warrior mean it’s quite easy to lift her up into the air.
“I accept.”
… And drive her down onto his cock right then and there. He wishes he could say that it has some pronounced effect on the Grecian Demigoddess. That she howls from the impalement, or squeals girlishly in delight, or creams herself upon entry. Those all might sound like ridiculous responses to being so promptly stuffed full of his dick but seeing as each and every one had happened between him and a woman at some point, it wasn’t entirely unfair for Harry to have come to expect some sort of… reaction.
As it is, he gets none of those things from Circe. Even as her pussy, wet but not sopping, manages to swallow every last inch of his fat cock without issue, the powerful sorceress just grunts, looking down at him with a curious eye, amusement warring with irritation at his presumptuous nature. But Harry wasn’t about to apologize for it. He wasn’t about to let her walk all over him either. If she wanted to be on top for this transaction, so be it. But in the meantime, Harry was going to be the best fucking power bottom the Demigoddess had ever seen.
Tightening his grip on her hips, he thrusts up into Circe from below, forcing her to respond at long last as her body bounces on his throbbing meat pole. In the end, the teetering coin that is her reaction falls on the side of amusement over irritation, and she lets out a breathless laugh as she responds to his thrusts by beginning to ride him, expertly sliding herself up and down his throbbing length as she digs her nails into his chest.
“You are… quite the precocious little wizard, aren’t you Harry James Potter? Ah… but then I already knew that didn’t I?”
Harry blinks, a little confused by her knowing tone. But now isn’t the time to wonder what she meant by her words. She probably just did her research into him after the first visit made on his behalf. Nothing more to it than that, he assumed. For now… for now he can’t let himself get distracted. He needs to focus on the matter at hand, on maintaining his pride at all costs.
He doesn’t have access to his magic, but maybe that would be a saving grace of sorts here. Having access to his magic had not helped him against Morgaine le Fay, now had it? No, it had only made the gulf of power, experience, and skill between the two of them all the more readily clear. Circe would likely be no different if he tried to go toe to toe with her magically. But at the same time, he had a plethora of sexual experience at this point, didn’t he? In fact, if Harry had to quantify it… his sexual prowess might be his greatest skill at this point, somewhat embarrassingly. Certainly, it was the thing he’d practiced the most.
Seeing how he wasn’t getting any of his usual reactions from Circe as she rode him and he thrust up into her from below, Harry found himself wanting nothing more than to at least see the Demigoddess cum. Perhaps it was a pipe dream, perhaps he was chasing an impossible goal, but that was what Harry ultimately settled on as he lay there under her.
He knew he was on a time limit too. While it was easy for him to go multiple times normally, Harry suspected that Circe would take just one load and then end it, likely able to use her magic to stimulate life in her own womb so that all she really needed was a drop of his seed to get herself pregnant. So… if Harry wanted to make her cum, he needed to do so BEFORE she made him cum in turn, because that would likely be the end of their encounter.
Over the next several minutes, as the bedroom fills with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and both masculine and feminine grunts alike, Harry pulls out every trick in the book. He’s graced with a big fat cock, so he of course puts it to use, not just thrusting up into her from below, but changing up his angle and directing his dick to hit different parts of her sensitive insides.
At the same time, his hands on her hips transition to her ass to better help him with these new and exciting angles, keeping Circe on her toes as much as possible, keeping her guessing. As her pussy walls flex and clench around his cock and his fingers dig into her shapely behind, the Grecian Sorceress lets out another breathless laugh, her eyes filled with knowing. She understands full well exactly what he’s after. The only question is whether she’ll let him have it or not.
No… no, Harry can’t think like that. It’s not about what she’s going to let him have, it’s about what he’s going to take from her! She wants a baby? She wants his child? Well he wants a fucking orgasm. Harry refuses to cum before he gets it. To that end, he suddenly removes one hand from her ass and reaches up, grabbing one of her tits and firmly tugging it down to his mouth.
Circe lets out a surprised gasp followed by the first quiet moan as Harry swirls his tongue around her nipple, nibbling at her breast. He stares up into her eyes while he begins to lavish attention and adoration on her breasts, going absolutely crazy on first one tit and then the other. The Grecian Demigoddess’ eyes flutter upwards and she lets out a more wanton moan the more Harry fucks her.
He can feel it in the way her pussy is starting to flex harder around his cock. In the way she’s gushing a bit more along his length. He’s slamming up against the entrance of her womb itself at this point. His balls churning, Harry uses every ounce of willpower he has to hold back his release. Circe is getting close… he can feel it. But then, so is he. And it’s all he can do to hang on tight.
Until finally… it happens. The Grecian Demigoddess lets out a lewd cry and tosses her head back, her raven locks flying as her spine arches. She shudders in his grasp, one hand still on her ass and the other still holding a breast while she spasms and quivers her way through a climactic orgasm. The explosive release causes her pussy walls to rapidly clench and squeeze down on his dick in turn, which causes Harry to tip over the edge as well.
As he unloads into the beautiful sorceress, Harry groans into the woman’s teat, feeling his balls emptying out into her womb. He gives her precisely what she wanted, all for the potential of a cure… but even still, it’s something he’s been giving many women for many months now at this point, so who’s truly coming out ahead here, right?
Either way, it’s precisely as he expected. The moment that he finishes emptying his balls into her, Circe is off of his cock. In fact, the entire scene warps back again, and suddenly they’re in her throne room once more. Harry finds himself standing up straight, his softening cock leaking a last bit of cum as he barely manages to keep himself from stumbling. He’s still entirely naked, he notes, while Circe is back in her green dress and lounging on her throne as though nothing had happened.
“… Mm, very well. We have an accord, young wizard. In acknowledgment of our deal, I shall host you all here for dinner this evening. Tomorrow, you shall take me to the Black Library so I can begin my research.”
Despite just cumming, Circe is clearly full of herself. But she’s also now full of him, and that gives Harry a little bit of vicious satisfaction as he bows his head to the Grecian Sorceress.
“Very well, Goddess. We shall… enjoy your hospitality then.”
-x-X-x-
“Harry!”
Cassie is glad she’s holding onto her fellow Amazonian’s hand, because the moment that Harry stops and turns to look at them, Donna jolts and tries to pull away. The older girl’s attempt to flee is stymied by Cassie yanking her back in, refusing to let her go… and while Donna could maybe have broken free if she decided to, by that point, Harry has already started making his way across the courtyard to the two of them.
“Ladies.”
Cassie beams as Harry’s eyes linger on her barely covered tits for a moment. She preens under his gaze, adoring the way he feasts upon her practically nude body. Frankly, the way she’s currently dressed is positively scandalous and Cassandra knew that. Did she care though? Not particularly. Diana hadn’t even tried to get her to change, and that had set a precedent that Cassie was fully using to her advantage here and now.
“Donna had something she wanted to ask of you, Harry~”
At her side, Cassie’s predecessor, the previous Wonder Girl and now the superheroine known as Troia, Donna Troy stands… biting her lower lip and trying not to stare too much at Harry’s crotch. She’s failing of course, but she’s definitely trying, Cassie notes. Harry, meanwhile, raises an eyebrow at the older Amazonian girl.
“Oh? What was it?”
Donna squirms for a moment under his gaze, a whimper actually managing to make its way free of the dark-haired woman’s lips. Cassie, for her part, gives Donna’s hand a comforting, reassuring squeeze… and then reaches over with her free hand and rips off the other woman’s top, exposing her breasts right then and there, much to Harry and the Amazonian’s surprise.
His surprise doesn’t stop Harry from feasting his gaze upon Donna’s tits however… as a man should be allowed to do. Cassie smiles wickedly as Donna squawks, blushing profusely… but also aborts her initial attempt to cover herself with an arm. She stands there, embarrassed as all hell but letting him stare at her breasts as she keeps her gaze on the ground, filled with shame.
Finally letting go of Donna’s hand, Cassie gives the other Amazonian woman a smack on the ass instead.
“Go on Donna. Tell him.”
Despite being Wonder Woman’s first protégé, despite being a successful superheroine in her own right… Donna Troy is a stuttering, blushing mess as she tries to voice her desires.
“I want… I w-want to lay with you, Harry Potter…”
Harry’s brow ratchets up at that, while Cassie rolls her eyes and…
S-SMACK!
Delivers another slap to her fellow Wonder Girl’s ass. Donna squeals, looking at her with a betrayed gaze. But Cassie just plants her hands on her exposed hips, on the flesh between her red thong and her skimpy jean shorts and shakes her head, not having any of it.
“Be honest now, Donna.”
The other woman blushes even harder and scowls furiously for a moment… before letting out a sigh.
“W-What I mean to say is… I would like you to have y-your way with me… sir. I want… I want to experience what it’s like to be used. To be… to be treated as a m-man’s toy.”
There it was. Cassie grins wickedly, having been working on Donna for… well, most of the day. Thankfully a lot of the groundwork had been laid beforehand. The first mistake that the original Wonder Girl had made was confiding in Cassie about her first visit to Circe’s island, the one Cassie hadn’t been allowed to go to. How Donna had gotten deep in her cups and ended up joining Harry’s harem in the lesbian orgy they’d engaged in. How Diana hadn’t stopped it.
From there, Cassie had quickly recognized the truth… Donna had a masochistic streak. More than that, she had a misogyny fetish too. Given Cassie’s own experiences with Harry and Starfire and learning all sorts of interesting things about her own desires… she felt like she was perfectly placed to give Donna exactly what the other woman unknowingly craved. And frankly, so far she’d proven to be right.
Diana hadn’t stopped her from dressing like a whore, and Donna had taken note of that. Then, when Circe had ridden Harry to completion, Cassie had struck. She’d leaned in to Donna and fingered the other girl while whispering all about Harry’s big fat cock to her. She’d made sure to point out the ways in which, even from his back, Harry was taking control of the situation. How despite not having his magic, despite being nothing more than a particularly athletic mortal man, he still went toe to toe with Circe herself, bringing the sorceress to climax.
By the time it’d been over, Donna had been panting needily. And so, at dinner, Cassie had continued her relentless onslaught, all but fisting the other Amazonian beneath the table right under their mentor’s nose. Diana never once noticed either. Or if she did, she still refused to call them out on it for whatever reason. In the end, turning Donna into a sloppy mess eager for Harry’s cock and for him to dominate her was… child’s play.
There was just one hurdle left to cross. Harry himself. As he looks between the two of them wordlessly, Cassie remembers quite well his visceral reaction to realizing that he’d awakened some sort of latent trauma in Starfire, which had then caused her to lash out at Cassie. He’d been embarrassed by what happened that night, ashamed even. Cassie, meanwhile, had loved every bit of it if she was honest. She loved being used by both Star AND Harry.
She’s fully ready to tell him it’s all in good fun here, that it doesn’t mean anything permanent… but that turns out to be unnecessary. After a moment, something blazes in Harry’s eyes and he growls as he steps closer to them both.
“Then why are you still wearing clothes? Why are you still on your feet? A proper toy would be kneeling and naked by now.”
Donna and Cassie’s eyes both widen at that, Donna’s in shock and horror that she’d already messed up and Cassie’s in delight. Both Amazonians move faster than humanly possible as they strip naked. Though, Cassie leaves on her bracers, collar, and torn sheer stockings while Donna is left in just her signature bracers. Mm, Cassie would need to get the other woman a proper collar once all of this was done.
“Go ahead, Donna. Show Harry what you’re truly capable of.”
Donna whimpers, still unused to these feelings running through her no doubt. She’s spent all her life as a strong, independent woman. Same as Cassie. To just… reduce herself to being Harry’s toy was more than a new experience, it was a new way of life altogether. Still, Cassie wasn’t going to let the masochistic bitch back out now. Reaching up, she grabs Donna by the back of her head and forcibly guides her in, pushing her onto Harry’s cock without a moment’s more of hesitation.
Donna, to her credit, opens wide in response, letting Harry’s dick travel past her lips and deeper and deeper into her mouth.
“That’s it, Donna. Take it. Take Master Harry’s big fat cock. You love it, don’t you? A toy like you will always love to be used… to be played with.”
Gurgling and moaning, Donna does her best to nod but Cassie just firms up her grip on her head.
“You don’t have to answer me, you dumb bitch. Just listen to my words and take care of your Master. Honestly.”
Properly chagrined, Donna just whimpers and does as she’s told. Cassie, meanwhile, glances up to make sure Harry isn’t taking offense to her pulling out the ‘Master’ bit. But no… while there’s a certain darkness in his hooded eyes, he’s not angry with her. In fact, if she didn’t know any better, she’d say he maybe even got over whatever hang-ups he had after his experience with her and Star.
Starfire would be happy to hear that. They’d both loved their taste of enslavement to Harry, as much as it was built on traumatic experiences. Was it so bad if everyone was willing though? Was it so bad being a man’s pet if the man was someone like Harry Potter?
With a wide grin on her face, Cassie drives Donna further down Harry’s cock, before beginning to bounce her head up and down his throbbing member.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
As she chokes on his dick, Harry throws his head back and groans in appreciation. And Cassie… Cassie continues to whisper into Donna’s ear. About how she’s nothing without this cock to serve. About how she’s a worthless cum dump that Master Harry is being so very kind by allowing her to be his toy. Donna gurgles and shudders and moans, her eyes fluttering in a way that makes it clear she’s enjoying everything Cassie is saying.
Part of Cassie wonders if all Amazonians are like this. Or is it just those trained by Wonder Woman who develop a fetish for enslavement and masochism? What was the Princess herself like, deep down inside?
For a moment, in Cassie’s mind’s eye… she pictures it. Her and Donna flanking Diana on either side as the beautiful symbol for feminism and female strength kneels and chokes on Harry’s big fat cock. In the little daydream Cassie is having, Wonder Woman is wearing her costume, but with the top pulled down, exposing her tits as drool, slobber, and saliva all dribble down onto them from her chin.
Maybe she can even make that dream a reality. With Donna’s help, perhaps? But then… she’s putting the cart before the horse, isn’t she? If she wants to feed her mentor to Harry, she’ll need to finish feeding Donna to him first, obviously. Pulling herself out of the daydream, Cassie focuses back on the matter at hand. Namely, driving Donna up and down Harry’s cock some more.
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
All that saliva and spittle and drool collects on the superheroine’s chin and dribbles down onto her tits, just as Cassie fantasized happening with Wonder Woman. It’s a glorious sight to be sure… and Harry agrees, because he groans in a way that Cassie recognizes immediately as him closing in on his release. Eagerly and enthusiastically, she forces Donna down his cock even faster, all while telling her how it was going to be.
“Your Master is going to cum now, Donna. As a proper toy, you should drink every last bit of his seed. As a woman, it’s your job to satisfy your man and keep from making a complete mess. So swallow it all, alright?”
Harry doesn’t gainsay her in any way, nor does he correct her. Cassie’s heart soars as he just watches wordlessly, letting her continue her lesson in sexual submission, allowing her to spew her casual misogyny. Donna, of course, can only gurgle helplessly… but from the way she shudders and spasms on her knees, Cassie is pretty sure the gorgeous Amazonian just came from her words.
A moment later and Harry begins to cum… and to her credit, Donna tries to swallow it all. Cassie even helps out a little at first, holding her down to the base of his cock and forcing her to take it all lest she asphyxiate on his jizz. However, after a few moments of Donna struggling harder and harder again Cassie’s hold… the blonde sees a teaching moment. Relaxing her grip, she watches as Cassie’s head all but rockets off of Harry’s cock, the superheroine not really experienced in swallowing such thick, sticky loads of semen despite her prowess in so many other things.
As she gasps for breath, the last of Harry’s load goes everywhere, landing partially on Cassie, and also on Donna’s face. But more importantly, Donna hacks and coughs up some of his seed, sending it onto the ground between her kneeling legs. Cassie flashes a grin up at a watching Harry… and then scowls furiously at her recovering fellow Wonder Girl.
“What did I just say?! What a worthless bitch you are, that you can’t even keep from making a mess! You want to be Master Harry’s toy, but you can’t even do this much!”
Donna whimpers, staring down at the mess she’s made dejectedly.
“I-I’m sorry. I… p-please forgive me, Master. I-!”
“If you’re going to beg for forgiveness, you should at least try to earn it first, you dumb bitch!”
With a growl, Cassie forces Donna’s face right into the mess she’s made, pushing her into position so she’s face down, ass up. She forces the other Amazonian’s face into the courtyard’s floor, forcing her to lick up Harry’s seed from the cobbled stone. At the same time, completely unbidden without Cassie’s interference, Donna’s hips rise into the air and begin to shake back and forth needily.
Scoffing in amusement but also derision, Cassie reaches up and hooks three fingers into Donna’s cunt, yanking her up even further into the air as she shakes her head.
“Still cleaning up your mess and already asking for your Master to fuck you while you do so? Have you no shame, you worthless toy? Well, if Master Harry thinks you’re worthy…”
Cassie trails off here… and is downright ecstatic when Harry takes her up on her offer. Moving into position silently, the wizard crouches down over Donna’s quivering form and plants his cock against her trembling pussy lips. Then, he thrusts down into her with a grunt. Cassie squeals gleefully right alongside Donna, though the latter’s squeal is muffled somewhat by the ground her face is being pressed into.
And Harry doesn’t just stop there either. As he drills into Donna with every inch of his massive cock, he also reaches out and grabs Cassie by her blonde locks, yanking her up to her full kneeling height and looking her in the eye. For a moment, she expects him to say something to her. Either that he approves or disapproves of all of this. But in the end he doesn’t say a word. He just pulls her into a kiss, his tongue pushing right into her mouth and dominating it as Cassie moans into his lips.
One hand remains on the back of Donna’s head, pushing the other Amazonian into the ground for him. But her other goes down between her legs, hopelessly fingering herself as she tries to match Harry’s tempo while he fucks Donna Troy senseless.
She’s so happy. And she knows Donna is too. Maybe Harry finally understands that. Maybe he finally understands that they WANT to be his toys, his pets, his slaves. Maybe he’s finally ready to take control… or maybe they still have to show him how much they want to belong to him.
But one thing is for sure… Cassie isn’t going back to the way things were before. Starfire has shown her a better way. Sure, not all Masters were good men. Not all Masters would treat you right. But Harry had awakened something in her, and apparently just proximity to his other girls had awakened the same thing in Donna Troy as well.
… Maybe it had done so with Diana too. Cassie wondered where her mentor was right now. She liked to imagine that Diana was watching them from afar, fingering herself. But probably not. No, if Diana did know what they were doing, she probably would have intervened by now. After all, this went against all of her teachings. And yet, Cassie wondered. She wondered if her and Donna’s mentor was in fact a hypocrite. If deep down inside, Diana craved subjugation too. Maybe… maybe she was just waiting for the right man.
Well, Harry was that right man. As Donna squeals under him, he grunts and spanks her ass red, fucking her like there’s no tomorrow. The dark-haired Amazonian cums again and again for him, orgasming explosively over and over. Cassie, meanwhile, finds herself making out with their Master, moaning into his mouth and fingerfucking herself with reckless abandon, already eager for her own turn.
She doesn’t have to wait long. Harry cums inside of Donna not long after that, leaving the heroine catatonic and still tonguing the ground where she’d initially licked up his cum, even as a fresh load of his seed steadily disgorges itself and pours out of her freshly fucked twat.
But Cassie isn’t paying much mind to that, because as soon as he’s done in Donna, he has her on her back and is burying every last inch of that wonderful length of his inside of her. Needless to say, she’s all too happy to wrap her arms and legs around her Master as he takes her in a mating press right there in the courtyard, fucking her gushing, sopping cunt with all his might and all his power.
… She couldn’t wait for him to be cured. Once he had access to his magic again, it opened up so many more possibilities. For now though, she just throws her head back and cries out in ecstasy as he fucks her silly.
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Unbeknownst to the trio getting it on down in the courtyard, all three of the others on the island are watching them from afar. It was actually just as Cassie had hoped, though she never would have believed it without seeing it herself. Diana, the Princess of Themyscira, had found a small alcove to hide in and was currently fingerfucking herself while watching Harry dominate and subjugate both of her protégés.
She likely knows she shouldn’t be enjoying the view quite so much, but after once again being plied with wine during dinner, she’s completely unable to contain her baser desires. Or at least, that’s the lie the Themyscirian Princess tells herself anyways.
Of course, she also thinks herself hidden. But none are hidden from Circe’s gaze on Aeaea. Still, as tempting as it is to go and tease the Amazonian Princess, Circe has already chosen her target for the scheme she’s decided to play. As amusing as it is to watch the Amazonian Heroines debase themselves for a man’s pleasure despite their infamous man-hating ways, Circe has her own goals to keep in mind…
And so, instead of approaching the ‘hidden’ Wonder Woman, Circe comes up behind the young, unassuming brunette witch that Harry has brought with him instead. Watching from a balcony as Harry puts Diana’s students in their place, Hermione Granger bites her lower lip and shivers, clearly jealous of the view and wanting nothing more than to be a part of it. And yet, Harry hadn’t invited her. Such a shame…
Embracing the younger witch in a hug from behind, Circe giggles as Hermione stiffens in her grasp.
“Shhh… do not fret my dear. I am not here to hurt you. I am here to offer you your heart’s desire.”
As she speaks, she runs her hands up and down Hermione’s body, one going to her breast and the other between her legs.
“W-What… what do you mean?”
“Mm… you’re having boy troubles, aren’t you darling? Your Harry isn’t paying you as much attention as he used to… is he?”
Hermione shivers and quickly shakes her head.
“N-No! That’s not… that’s not true…”
But she also moans as Circe dips her digits into Hermione’s drooling quim, showing just how hopelessly turned on the poor dear is. How she wishes with all her heart she could be down there in the courtyard as well.
“I could help you; you know. I could teach you so very much about how to deal with ‘men’ like your friend down there.”
“I d-don’t…”
But Circe dips a third digit into Hermione’s drooling quim, silencing the poor dear.
“Shhh… you don’t need to answer for now. Let’s just enjoy the show, shall we? You can decide later~”
Of course, she knows by the time ‘later’ rolls around, Hermione will be hers. Wrapping herself around the young witch, Circe proceeds to fingerfuck the dear into a catatonic state, even as they watch Harry turn Donna Troy and Cassandra Sandsmark into a pair of leaking messes together.
The wizard had been surprisingly decent in bed, Circe could admit. The orgasm hadn’t been faked, as much as she wish she could say it had. But… she had given it to him, rather than him forcing it out of her. She’d let him think he had control for now. She’d let him think he was winning.
It would be all the more amusing later on when he finally realized the true depths of her plans. He thought he knew he was making a deal with the devil. But he had no idea what she was REALLY aiming for just yet. None of them did~
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