Chapter 45. A Dream
As Teresa dismisses the pocket dimension, we appear where we were before—in Nicolas Flamel's kitchen.
Isabella is pacing along the counter when we materialise, a dead body at our feet. Our arrival halts her frantic motion. Slowly—very slowly—her gaze drifts over us, then settles on her master's unmoving body.
Her eyes widen, her breath gets stuck in her throat, and her body freezes mid-stride. A second, it only takes her one second to compose herself. Even though her eyes brim with terror, she adopts a sultry smile. "I knew you would win, Harry. That's why I brought you two here. Congratulations on your victory."
Teresa and I share a 'can you believe this audacity' look.
Our unimpressed silence prompts her into a panic-ridden state.
"Say, Harry, do you have any plans tonight, on how to celebrate this victory?" She sashays towards me, her legs peeking out from the slits of her dress at every step, her thick creamy thighs pulling my attention as she intended, the low neckline—presenting her swaying mounds—just as effective. Her spicy fragrance reaches me before her trembling hands. She looks up at me with a seductive smile, her large breasts soft and pillowy against my chest. "Because I can certainly offer something."
I would've taken her up on the offer if her eyes weren't so full of fear and dread. And I just won against the strongest man on the planet. I'd rather not sour this sense of triumph by sleeping with someone unwilling and scared.
Stepping away from her oh so tantalising body, I wryly say, "No need to throw yourself at me, Isabella. We don't have any plans to kill you—unless you take a last stand, of course."
"I have no intention of doing anything foolish." She looks relieved, yet still on edge. "I'll trade one master for another; just spare my life."
"So loyal." I chuckle, conjuring a sheet of parchment as a contract forms in my hand, thanks to my [Binder] perk. "Here, sign this. Once you do, you'll serve me forever, and betrayal simply won't be an option. That's not a threat; it's how my power works. You can't betray me."
She doesn't even bother reading it, signing it instantly, knowing if I wanted to cheat or kill her, I wouldn't need the excuse of some flimsy contract.
Afterwards, I instruct her to resume her previous duties. I only request her to gather all of Flamel's books in one place so my clones can go through them and uncover more ancient magic. She looks grateful that nothing is changing for her. She will still oversee the largest shadow empire on earth, retaining her position as the most influential witch. I have no reason to waste my time replacing her when I can be doing something better. Overlooking every small thing would become a chore; Isabella can have it.
"You're certain you don't want my company tonight, Master?" Isabella offers again. The frightened doe is now a lustful tiger, eager to get her paws on me.
I see what she's up to. Getting close to me will have numerous advantages. And she knows my weak spot—beautiful ladies. Using her body, she hopes to become to me what she was to Flamel, his second-in-command. Unfortunately for her, I have too many trustworthy people already to ever put my confidence in someone like her. At most, she'll become my whore, ready to spread her legs whenever I visit. Nothing more.
"Not tonight. Maybe some other time," I say, turning her down. Those ten gacha points will land me in her bed sooner or later. There's no rush. I'll keep her in reserve for when I need them.
Teresa and I exit through the front door and apparate to the Forbidden Forest, just outside the wards containing Hogwarts and its immediate surroundings.
We're welcomed by falling snow. The woods are dark and quiet, and a couple inches of snow have already blanketed the forest floor, making it wet and squishy.
"Just the weather I was hoping for on the night of our victory," I mutter, conjuring a ball of fire and raising an invisible umbrella, trying not to trip and fall on my arse. "You head to the Beauxbatons carriage, and I'll run back to the castle."
No response. Silence stretches behind me.
"Teresa? You there?"
"I don't think you should have to run all the way back. You could… stay with me tonight."
I turn around. In the brightness of the white light, her paleness is stark—as is the flush in her cheeks. Her expression is blank, almost casual, but her bashfulness is impossible to miss. No matter how stoic she tries to act, the redness in her face gives her away.
I don't argue. I don't say anything other than, "Okay."
The walk to Beauxbatons Carriage is quiet if you ignore the howling winds. I make myself invisible when we enter. Right after the entrance is a large hall with cushioned chairs and plush sofas strewn around. Students in various states of undress are sprawled in these seats, conversing in their native French. Few look up at Teresa, but no one bothers to greet her. I follow her into a narrow corridor that comes after the hall. Doors bedecked with beautiful carvings are lined up on either side. She opens one such door. I step in after her.
Teresa's room is spartan and impersonal. A single bed is pushed against a wall, and a fake window looks out into greenery. It's while I'm examining her room that she spins around and slams me against the closed door, her lips almost touching mine.
I cannot resist a smile at her hooded look as she leans in and taps my lips with hers. Not a kiss, just a little tap. Her silver eyes are hidden under her long eyelashes. Yet I can feel the desperate want in them. I can feel the pent-up energy in her slender body. Today, she has broken the collar that had been around her neck forever. Now onwards, she is free. There's no one to cage her anymore. Reasonably, she wants to celebrate. To lose herself in exaltation.
I volunteer to be her exaltation.
She taps her lips on mine again, her fingers clawed over my shoulders, pinning me firmly against the door. These taps are electric, making my mouth tingle with these brief caresses. When she does it again, I tip my head forward and mash our lips. I wind my arms around her incredibly narrow waist and brush my fingers along her spindly thighs.
She reciprocates the passion, ramming her thin body into mine, her soft breasts flattened against my chest, her lips feverish and demanding. I squeeze her thighs, letting my fingers sink into the pliable flesh. Her mouth opens ravenously in response, as I drag my fingers upwards, still digging into her. When they reach the tight shape of her arse, she slides her tongue over my mouth. And when I part my lips, when I grope her voluptuous bottom, our tongues intertwine.
I heave her into my arms and carry her to the small bed. Not even for a moment do we stop snogging.
But as I sit on the edge of the bed, as I lay her arse in my lap, she breaks the kiss, pulling away a little and looking down at me with unbridled lust in her eyes. Her long, light blonde hair is the straight stroke of an artist's wide brush. Her lips are red and wet, her face flushed.
We stare at each other for a second, our chests rising and falling rapidly. She strokes my face then, her hungered expression replaced by a soft smile. "You actually did it. You fought the strongest wizard for me. You died for me. I still think you're stupid for risking your life for a relationship."
"You're not the one with the most beautiful girl in his lap. You won't understand." I smirk, tugging her closer, sliding her arse from my knees to my boner. The jolt of friction makes us both flinch from pleasure.
"I'm glad I won't." She rolls her eyes but doesn't move away, sitting on my throbbing erection, straddling me.
I put my hand on the small of her back and kiss her neck, mumbling, "You're too covered."
"Is that so?" She combs her fingers through my hair, propping her chin atop my head. "I can say the same to you."
We separate to take off our clothes, though our greedy eyes never lose sight of each other. I ogle her as she peels off her white bodysuit. And she stares at me while I remove all my clothes. Once we are wholly naked, we take a moment to run our appreciative gazes over each other.
Teresa's graceful, sylphlike figure is enticing. From her long legs to her perky tits, she's perfect.
I activate my [Wings of Angel] perk, sprouting a pair of white wings.
She raises her eyebrow but shrugs her shoulders, growing similar white wings as well. Though she doesn't only have a pair. There are two extra wings at her lower back. Smaller and sturdier. On top of that, her skin now has a gleam, a golden shine. And her silver eyes are glowing with power.
Teresa Clare
Level: 500 (Awakened Form)
Beauty Tier: SS
Seduction: 100%
Points Available: 13
Kinks: None
This will be my first time with someone ranked SS-tier in beauty.
I take a step forward and reach for her, grazing my fingers along her sides. Her skin is warm—no, hot. Her skin is hot. She makes a little sound in the back of her throat as I touch her smaller wings. I rub my thumbs at the base where the wings are attached to her lower back, on either side of her spine.
Her hands flow over my face, pulling me closer, kissing me slowly. My erection is pressed between our bodies, against her hot skin. My arms coil around her plump backside, fondling her wings. A particular spot elicits a gasp, and I remember it, skimming my digits along the light bone that provides structure to the wings.
She twitches within my arms and breaks the kiss, pushing me down on the bed. I vanish my wings to lie on my back.
I prop myself on my elbows as she clambers over me, her wings tucked against her back. Then she dispels the light, plunging the room into shadows, where only her body is aglow. The golden shine of her skin is mesmerising. And as she spreads her four wings, she becomes unreal. A goddess. An angel.
I suck in a sharp breath when she slides her core over my erection, burning me. I've never felt so good.
Closing my eyes, I shut down my visual sense and focus on everything else. The warm velvet skin of hers on mine. Her unique scent mingled with sweat. The wetness of her nether lips as they grind over my crotch. Her loud heartbeat, pounding like a war drum.
I groan when she guides me into her. She's tight and hot.
The flap of wings makes me blink my eyes open.
The radiant goddess is not bouncing on my cock like I want her to. No, she's grinding back and forth, undulating with her knees buried in the mattress on either side of me. She grabs my shoulders and rolls to and fro, her eyes closed, her wings giving occasional twitches and flaps.
Her movements are small. She hardly pulls out an inch before squeezing it back in. It's torturous. It's… rapturous.
I clutch her tiny waist and help her move faster, grabbing a handful of her arse in the process.
Her closed eyes turn into thin slits, her silver eyes hooded behind her long lashes. She's silent. No, not silent. While she's not moaning outright, she's making a soft noise in the back of her throat with every roll of her hips. She takes one of my hands and places it on her breast. It's just big enough to fill the insides of my palm.
She moans for the first time as my palm presses against her hard nipple.
I use the grip on her tit to pull her closer.
Her gasp is swallowed by my mouth. My arms lock just under the junction where her large wings connect with her back, keeping her tight in my embrace.
She buries her face in my neck and finally begins to slam her arse down on me, dragging my cock nearly three-quarters out before crashing down again. I hold her, I kiss her as we jerk our hips to find the perfect friction, the perfect tempo.
In the quiet grunts and flutter of wings, we come, shaking and gasping for air. Her wings disappear. The glow of her skin diminishes until she's back to normal.
A tired smile crosses her lips as she stares at me fondly. "That wasn't so bad."
"Don't pretend that was it. We have the entire night."
She chuckles and nods, caressing my face. "If that's what you want."
I sit up, and she readily snuggles into my side, pressing her face against my chest.
"What do you want?" I ask.
She stills, frowning, thinking. She knows I'm not talking about the sex.
"I… I… want peace. I've had enough fighting for a lifetime. Now that I'm free and don't have to do my master's bidding, I want to buy a small plot of land in some distant mountains and be forgotten by the world. I want to rest. Forever."
"A beautiful dream. You can make it a reality now." I smile, hiding my disappointment.
I wanted her to accompany me to other worlds, actually—to be my partner. A warrior of her calibre would be a blessing when I venture into the multiverse to finish quests and gain more levels. But if she doesn't want conflict and action, then it's a moot point. It would be a dick move to drag her into violent affairs when all she wants is peace. She has suffered enough, I decide. I will not selfishly ruin this dream of hers.
She smiles back and tells me more about it, this idyllic dream of hers. I listen to her every word patiently.