9 The Caster Pt. 1 (Dresden Files)

He was still firmly undecided about just how he was going to make the Rider for his upcoming Grail War. As such, until he could come to a decision on that front, Shirou headed back to the original universe he'd first started out in. It had effectively become his home base at this point, on account of the vast majority of his power and influence being centered there under the title of 'Sidhe Emperor'.

Watching as the one he chose to be his Caster, Harry Dresden, is born, Shirou spends the next decade and a half observing as Harry grows up, taking in the boy's life like one might take in a TV show. Some might say that the start of said show is a little boring, but even if Dresden is nothing more than a baby, Shirou still had the boy's father to watch at least, and Malcom Dresden could be quite entertaining.

By the time he was out of the picture, Harry was old enough to be more amusing to watch, especially when he finally began manifesting his magical powers and was ultimately adopted by Justin DuMorne. Of course, Shirou already knew where the story was going. He had all the spoilers. But he'd never been someone who minded spoilers too much, in all honesty.

It was still entertaining enough, watching Harry grow as a magic user, watching as he slowly started to show the first signs of becoming the Caster that Shirou needed. His trials and tribulations were all part of that. If he didn't experience hardship and heartache, then he would never properly grow into the man Shirou wanted him to be.

That didn't mean he was keeping Harry's story completely the same, however. As Dresden grew and grew, and as his mentor betrayed him, Shirou smiled, sensing his first opportunity to… jump into things. His future Caster has just had his first run-in with an Outsider, blowing up a gas station on it in order to kill the thing.

And that meant… the Leanansidhe was about to step in. Before she can depart from her abode in the Nevernever to make a deal with her godson, Shirou appears before her in a flash, stopping her dead in her tracks as he smiles pleasantly enough.

"Little Lea… so good to see you again~"

The Leanansidhe, as one of the more powerful members of Queen Mab's court, is not little in the slightest, a fact she makes known when she crosses her arms over her substantive chest defensively, tossing her red curls over her shoulder.

"Y-Your Imperial Majesty… t-this is unexpected."

She's undeniably nervous in his presence, and Shirou isn't at all surprised by that. He can read Lea like an open book. Hell, he can read practically any faerie like an open book at this point. They're all just so… obvious to him. Whether that's because of his title as Emperor of the Sidhe, or because he's spent so long among them all, Shirou doesn't know. In the end, it doesn't really matter.

"Is it? Hm, I suppose you wouldn't know. Bit above your paygrade. I have… plans for the one you were about to go visit. Harry Dresden."

Leanansidhe's inhumanly golden eyes widen at that, and she takes a step back, clearly fearing she's committed some grave offense. Immediately, she begins to apologize.

"I-I'm sorry, my Emperor! I-I did not know, I wouldn't have dared… o-only, the boy's mother contracted with me and as such I was named the boy's godmother, so I-!"

Shirou takes no pleasure in having such a beautiful woman kowtow to him. Though, having a dangerous creature bow to him… that's different. Either way, he cuts her off with a snap of his fingers, his congenial smile never leaving his face.

"I'm well aware of your role as the boy's godmother, Little Lea. That's why you're going to be an integral part to my plans."

Lea's breath hitches, and she looks to the side, actively pouting. It would shock anyone else who knew her, to see her pouting like that, puffing her cheeks out a little bit, pressing her lips together tightly. When she looks back to him, she's frowning.

"W-Would it not be more accurate to just call me Lea now, y-your majesty? I'm not so little anymore, a-am I?"

If he were a different sort of man, he might have taken that as a poor attempt at seduction. But Shirou knew better. While Lea would easily bend if he forced her to, she was not eager to share his bed. After all, she and the other intelligent entities among the Sidhe Courts knew what happened to those who shared his bed. He was… quite addicting.

In response, Shirou just chuckles and shakes his head, his smile turning just a little teasing as his eyes sparkle in amusement.

"You'll always be Little Lea to me."

It wasn't like he'd changed her nappies or anything like that. Still, the Leanansidhe had been but a child when Shirou had arrived at the Stone Table and fucked the new Queens of Winter and Summer into compliance. Even as beautiful as she'd grown up to become, it was far too much fun to tease her about the little tyke she'd once been.

Puffing her cheeks out some more, Lea nevertheless drops the issue, staring down at the ground for a moment before returning to the previous topic, her golden cat-like eyes narrowing curiously as she glances back up at him.

"And… what role will I be playing in your plans for my godson, your majesty?"

Spreading his arms wide, Shirou shrugs his shoulders.

"Oh, nothing too different from what you initially intended. You will go to Dresden in his time of need right now, as you originally planned. You will offer him your help in order to give him the confidence boost he needs to defeat his Master. But rather than forcing him to promise away his life, fortune, and power, you will instead have him sweat to become your lover."

Lea's eyes nearly bulge out of her skull at that, and the Sidhe chokes on her spit. Shirou just grins as he finishes his order.

"You will train Harry Dresden to be the best lover he can be. No tricks, no hidden catches. You will put your all into training Harry Dresden in the art of seduction. Every ounce of experience you have will go to him. Every lesson you can impart, I want you to impart."

By the time he's finished, Lea has recovered, she just stays quiet until he's clearly done out of respect for who and what he is. But once he fully falls silent, she can't stay quiet any longer.

"S-Surely you can't be serious, my Emperor. Please… that would be such a small price, would it not? C-Can I not bargain for that plus a little more, perhaps?"

"No. You will make that deal and only that deal with Harry Dresden, Little Lea. Especially since we both know you won't be actually giving him any power for his fight against DuMorne. All you're giving him is the confidence he needs to use his own power."

Lea scowls at that and tightens her crossed arms as she looks to the side more than a little petulantly. Shirou can hear her muttering under her breath about how 'that's more than enough!' but he leaves it be, not commenting on it. Instead, he gives her an ultimatum.

"Not only will you do as I say, Little Lea, you'd best give it your all and make your godson into the best lover the world has ever seen, because his is the only dick you're ever allowed to have, ever again."

Shirou's words don't just ring through the room… they ring through Lea herself. It's a direct order from the Sidhe Emperor, and in another timeline where such a thing didn't exist, that wouldn't mean anything. But in this timeline, Shirou's presence in the hierarchy wasn't just established, it was ironclad. Lea could certainly try to disobey, but it would come with severe, undesirable consequences.

Finally recognizing that Shirou wasn't going to budge on this issue, Lea loses all composure, letting out a whine of complaint.

"But whyyyy, your Imperial Majesty?! Why him? Why my godson?!"

Shirou just lifts an eyebrow at her, smirking a little until she ducks her head in embarrassment.

"Well for one, he's Starborn."

Leanansidhe flinches at that, and it's obvious she's convinced herself that no one but her knows about that. She's undeniably wrong, not only do some others among the mortals know about it, Shirou would be disappointed if his Queens weren't also aware of Dresden's status already by this point. Starborn weren't just something you misplaced or let run rampant.

"But also, because he's the hero that I require. And every hero's story has to start somewhere. Currently, fairy companions of some type are in style."

Smirking, Shirou lets out a teasing chuckle.

"You should be glad I'm not ordering you to stay by his side at all times or making you shout 'Hey, Listen!' every time you want to speak with him."

With that, Lea's shoulders slump as the red headed Sidhe ultimately surrenders. She knows full well about Shirou's obsession with heroes, so he's not surprised to see her give up. Though, that doesn't mean she's done asking questions.

"I… I understand, your majesty… but why sexually? Why me?"

Cocking an eyebrow, Shirou shrugs his shoulders expressively.

"Well for one, you are the boy's godmother. Much easier to use you then some other Sidhe. As for the sexual nature of the relationship I expect you to build between yourself and Dresden… so few true heroes get their happy endings. So few true heroes can boast numerous living descendants. Perhaps I'm just tired of the bad guys getting the harems, hm? You'll be helping Harry out with that by the way, once the time comes."

Shirou can tell that this doesn't go over well with Lea. He can practically read her mind. As mentioned before, the Sidhe were open books to him, more often than not. The Leanansidhe fumes, clearly a little horrified at being made into a side character breeder in one of her Emperor's vaunted 'tales'. Shirou watches as she has her moment, and he watches as a determination to be more than just the fairy godmother side character coalesces within her.

"V-Very well, my Emperor… it will be as you say. I will… do as you command."

Smiling, Shirou waves her off, rather rude considering this is actually her home and he was the one who arrived unannounced. But he's the Emperor, and technically everything in the Nevernever belongs to him in the end. So, with a low bow, the Leanansidhe disappears in a whirl, off to the mortal realm to tempt Harry Dresden with… copious amounts of sex.

Just as she's leaving, Shirou reaches out and places a geass on her. She doesn't notice and in fact won't ever notice the hidden geass. In the end, it will slowly drive her to obsession. Specifically, she'll soon adore and love Dresden in the same way Titania and Mab adore and love him with all of their hearts.

Combined with her drive to be more than just the occasional anecdote in Shirou's new story, she will end up doing her job in shaping Dresden quite well, presumably. Of course, at the same time, Shirou has just made another man's job much, MUCH harder.

Ebenezer McCoy would soon take over Harry's mentorship, once DuMorne was slain and the latter man's true nature was uncovered. However, thanks to this change that Shirou had just made, he would have his work cut out for him in keeping Harry on the straight and narrow. He would certainly have to work far harder while training his secret grandson if he intended to make Harry into the best man he could be.

After all, Lea would be dropping in nonstop to try and shape Dresden into the best man SHE could… and Shirou knew for a fact that, the Blackstaff and the Leanansidhe had very different definitions of what constituted a fine man. Needless to say, Harry would be pulled between both of them quite a bit… but then, that was precisely what Shirou wanted.

After all, as much as Shirou liked Harry Dresden's original story… there were parts of it that were downright tragic. Parts that Shirou could influence and change here and now to his heart's content. And so, Harry would still be a hero, he would still be THE hero of this newest story that Shirou was crafting… but he would also be different with a heavier influence from his seductive, gorgeous, slutty red head of a fairy godmother.

In the end, everything would work out the way that Shirou wanted, he was sure of that. It was only a matter of time… and if he had to step in here or there to make sure he got exactly what he desired out of all of this, then so be it.

-x-X-x-

Hidden by a glamor, the Leanansidhe looks upon her godson, her tantalizingly plump lips pressed tightly together. Fresh from defeating an Outsider at the tender age of Sixteen, Harry Dresden was a scrumptious little treat by anyone in her position's estimation. The fact that he'd defeated He Who Walks Behind no less made him all the more appetizing.

In any other circumstances, Lea would have found this situation to be quite… exciting. Perhaps even the most invigorating event of the last century for her, in fact. Hell, under normal circumstances, she might have considered 'rewarding' her godson all on her own for his accomplishment, and just to get a taste of a Starborn.

But now the entire situation was tainted by the knowledge that she was stuck in one of the Sidhe Emperor's stories. Not at all an enviable position to be in, at least for anyone with more than two brain cells to rub together. Even as young as she'd been at the time, she still remembered the aftermath when he'd first arrived in the Nevernever. News had traveled like wildfire. A human of all things had conquered the two newest Queens right upon the Stone Table.

He'd taken Mab and Titania and made them into his bitches, and briefly enough, no one had known how to react to that. The first thought of many of the faerie, especially among the Sidhe, was that neither Queen could possibly keep their title when beholden to such a thing as a human, right?

Given how distressing Shirou's actions were, it was no wonder that many had tried to fight the newly crowned Sidhe Emperor. None had survived their attempts though. Many had been completely erased from existence, Lea vaguely aware that they had once been around, but all of their deeds and actions destroyed, like a sand sculptor wiped away by the ever-cresting tides on a beach.

Eventually, the reality of the situation had settled in. Shirou wasn't going anywhere, and neither Mab nor Titania were relinquishing their thrones. They were still the Queens of Winter and Summer respectively, and they were still just as terrifyingly strong and powerful as before. On top of that, they were more than capable of dealing with dissidents in their courts who could not understand that there was a new Emperor in town.

The state of things in the Sidhe Courts of Winter and Summer had settled just in time for other inhabitants of the Nevernever to launch their own attacks, followed by attempts to break or steal the power of the Winter and Summer Courts by outside factions from the mortal world. Everyone had sensed blood in the water, and everyone had struck one after the other, each trying to carve out their own piece of something that did not and never would belong to them.

… If not for Shirou, the situation would have certainly ended poorly for the Sidhe Courts. As it was, he had proven himself not to be the kind of man who would sit back and let others do the fighting for him. When their enemies, varied and many as they were, had come for Winter and Summer, not only had Shirou rallied both courts behind him, he'd led from the front, laying waste to their enemies and taking on all comers.

It was there that he had begun the legend of the Sidhe Emperor… but it wasn't until what happened after that said legend had been solidified in the eyes of not just the Sidhe themselves, but everyone else.

In the wake of repelling attacks from all sides, as the Winter and Summer Courts had been licking their wounds and thanking their lucky stars that their Emperor had made sure things weren't any worse… the Outsiders had attacked.

It was something of a shock, to say the least. They'd fought every conventional enemy they had. But then the Outsiders had martialed what little forces they'd managed to slip in from the Outside and had proceeded to send all of that considerable might, power, and influence Shirou's way. Their attacks, unlike the previous ones, were not directed at Winter and Summer. No, they were attacking Shirou specifically, targeting the Sidhe Emperor in a way no one else had seemed to know to do.

None of the Sidhe, Lea included, had quite understood WHY the Outsiders seemed to have a special hatred for Shirou. Not until he'd taunted them one day by shifting from one reality to another in a way that completely avoided the Outer Gates. It was then that it became clear just why the Outsiders were so desperate to kill him, or perhaps they wished to capture him in order to learn his secrets. No one could say for certain, because none of their attempts ever truly got close to accomplishing either goal.

Ultimately, the Sidhe found it hilarious, and their pride in their Emperor had only grown from there. After the Outsiders spent their entire strength trying to so much as wound Shirou but to no avail, things finally settled down. The status quo had changed, there was no denying that, but there was also no going back. Things were going to be different now, and that was simple fact.

Luckily, whether it was because of his extended stay in the Nevernever or his newly formed Mantle as Emperor of the Sidhe, or even just constantly being around Sidhe day in and day out, their new Emperor was found to have quite a Sidhe mindset, no matter his former humanity. His obsession with saving lives had slowly shifted into an abstract love of heroes and storytelling that came across in a very Sidhe-like manner.

This kept the peace quite well, though after all was said and done, the Mothers of Winter and Summer, the previous Queens, had come out and publicly accepted their new Son-in-Law and his place as Emperor… and that had effectively been the final nail in the coffin for those who might oppose him, at least of those in the Nevernever. If the previous Queens of Winter and Summer were willing to submit to Shirou's rule, well… that was the end of that, right?

Not quite, of course. Shirou's propensity for breeding did cause SOME problems as time went on. The way he beget multiple daughters on both Titania and Mab ruffled more than a few feathers, especially when Shirou forced their inclusion in the two courts. He refused to allow any of his children to be mistreated, and that concerned more than a few of the Sidhe, because it threatened to throw the careful balance of the courts out of whack. Or at least, so they claimed.

When the lack of additional mantles cropping up meant that there were still only two Ladies, one for each court, and the other children were just simply Sidhe and clearly not going to cause a succession crisis, things calmed down again. The pecking order was clear, even if Shirou was still firmly at the top. Mab would one day be succeeded by Maeve and Titania would one day be succeeded by Aurora. The rest of their daughters were just grave, as Shirou liked to say.

Of course, the Ladies of the courts sharing their Mothers' obsession with their father caused even more worry when it began to be noticed. After all, the Winter and Summer Ladies were supposed to remain Maidens until such a time as they ascended to their thrones and became Queens in their own right. Needless to say, there were those who were worried, given Shirou's incredible sexual appetite, that he would break with tradition yet again and bed the two girls before they ever ascended.

But luckily, those fears ultimately proved to be unfounded as well. Shirou had never acted upon his eldest daughters' obsession with him. He'd never so much as let them touch his cock, from what Lea had heard. Instead, the Winter and Summer Ladies remained untouched, virgin maidens. Unlike their younger siblings, who grew up and got to do whatever they wished with themselves. In most cases, this meant laying with their father. Or even their mother or aunt.

Never at the same time though, curiously enough, and no matter how many times Shirou fucked each of his daughters, they never actually beget any children from the unions, unlike their almost-constantly pregnant mothers. That was something that was said to be getting to those Sidhe daughters who were allowed to fuck their father the Emperor, but not actually be bred by him. As the centuries passed, each and every one of them was said to be growing more and more desperate.

But… none of that was the point, and Lea had to admit, at the very least to herself, that she was ultimately stalling instead of facing the inevitable. The point, in the end, was that her godson was before her, fresh from a victory that deserved a reward. And now here she was to make a deal with him that would give him the confidence he needed to finish his battle with his adoptive father.

And all she could take in exchange was a guarantee that she'd be allowed to teach him how to be the best lover he could be! She wasn't even allowed to twist it, damn it! It just wasn't fair… but then, nothing in life ever was. The Leanansidhe knew this better than most, she just preferred when the unfairness of any given situation was tipped in her favor, rather than tipped against her as this was now.

Still, at the very least she refused to be some… some bit character in this tale that her Emperor had recruited her for! Perhaps he just thought she would allow herself to be little more than her godson's side piece and whore, but if Lea was going to be forced into becoming Harry Dresden's fuck toy, she was going to be damned sure to do it right!

It was time to make herself a central part of this story, not merely a side note. She wouldn't just teach Harry to be a magnificent lover, she would take her place at his side and make sure that SHE was the apple of his eye above all others!

With that determination centered in her mind, Lea lets her glamor drop, appearing before her beaten and bloody godson as she smiles pleasantly.

"Hello, Harry."

The young man goes wide-eyed at the sight of her, and she can immediately sense him trying to gather his magic to defend himself. Unfortunately, defeating an entity like He Who Walks Behind had taken a lot out of him, and Starborn or not, it's child's play for Lea to reach out and unravel his current magic, scattering it to the wind with a flick of her fingers and a flash of her golden cat eyes.

"None of that now, my dear. You don't need to fret… I'm not here to harm you."

Gritting his teeth, clearly able to see he's outmatched, Harry nevertheless stares at her with distrust and anger, all of the righteous fury of a young man who's been utterly betrayed by the two people in his life that he considered family.

"Then… why are you here? And who the hell are you to begin with?"

Chuckling, Lea spreads her arms wide, giving him quite the show as she shrugs her shoulders, her breasts bouncing with the movement.

"I am the Leanansidhe. I am of the Winter Court of Faerie… and I am… your Faerie Godmother."

Her godson just stares at her in confusion and disbelief and seeing that she's going to have to lead him along a bit more, Lea rolls her eyes with a sigh.

"Your mother and I knew each other quite well, back before her death Harry. She and I did plenty of business with each other. In fact, she was commonly called Margret le Fay for her deals with my kind. One such deal named me your godmother."

She can see Harry processing this, can see the wheels turning in the teenage boy's head as he matches whatever scant amount of knowledge that he's been given so far about the Nevernever and the Faerie Courts to what she's saying. In the end, she can also see the moment where he decides he has no choice but to believe her, at least for now. Nodding slowly, Harry grimaces.

"Can you help me then? With… with Justin?"

Justin DuMorne, his mentor and the man who had betrayed him. And not just betrayed him but sent an Outsider of all things against him. Needless to say, Justin DuMorne's days were numbered even if Harry didn't go after him. But Lea wasn't going to tell HIM that. After all, not only would it go against her own interests, but it would also go against her Emperor's… and that simply would not do. Lea had no desire to be punished for disobeying Shirou's orders when the Sidhe Emperor had been most explicit on what he expected of her.

"I can… we can make a deal, you and I. You give me something, and in return I'll give you what you need to defeat DuMorne."

Harry's suspicion ramps up another few notches as he stares at her warily.

"… What do you want?"

This was the moment Lea had been so excited for, the moment where she would manage to tie the child of Margret le Fay, a Starborn no less, to her irrevocably. By demanding Harry trade away his life, fortune and power, she would effectively have complete claim over all of his accomplishments into the future. It would be a heavy boon, a wonderful treasure, possibly the rarest she'd ever managed to snag.

Instead, Lea is forced to plaster a seductive, sultry smile onto her face as she leans forward, looming over Harry's sprawling form while at the same time giving the seated young man a look down her dress at her gorgeous, inhumanly beautiful tits.

"Why, it's simple. I want you."

Harry's eyes are now fixed on her cleavage and tits, and Lea smirks as she continues on.

"More specifically, I desire your body. In exchange for my help in defeating DuMorne, you will pledge yourself as my lover. I shall train you in the arts of pleasure, and mold you into the perfect man for as long as I like. You will not have to live with me, but whenever I desire it, you will allow me to use your body for sexual relief."

There, at least it wasn't abundantly clear that she was effectively whoring herself out to him. Rather, instead it was Dresden who would be doing the whoring. At the same time… urgh, the words were certainly sour on her lips. Nevertheless, she says them without a single wince or grimace, smiling all the while, her eyes filled with avarice and desire as she lays out the offer forced upon her by her Emperor.

"You… you want me to have sex with you? And in exchange, you'll help me defeat Justin?"

Lea bats her eyelashes and licks her lips salaciously, the red headed Sidhe wiggling and writhing in place as she shows off every little bounce and jiggle of her incredibly beautiful, incredibly voluptuous form.

"Would that be so bad, Harry? Your godmother wants to show her godson how to be a real man. Nothing wrong with that, is there?"

No matter what training he's received, he's still a sixteen year old boy right now. Meanwhile, she is the Leanansidhe, and for all that her Emperor still calls her 'Little Lea' like she hasn't aged a day since his arrival in their reality, the Leanansidhe has had millennia with which to practice her craft. Her godson blushes and flushes, stuttering and stammering in response as his eyes slide up and down her inhumanly beautiful body.

He's simply not equipped to avoid her advances… but also, he's simply too afraid of facing DuMorne alone. His choices are simple… agree to her terms or go it alone and likely die… or worse, end up enthralled. Given that Lea was almost absolutely sure that Harry would have accepted her original, far worse deal before Shirou's interference, she's not at all surprised when he finally ducks his head and mumbles out his agreement to her new, far more lenient deal.

"Sorry, speak up darling… need to make sure I hear you properly.

"I-I accept… just please, help me. Then… you can do what you want to my body."

Oh, if only her Emperor hadn't interfered. A mistake in phrasing like that would have given Lea leave to turn Harry into one of her hounds, once he was done with DuMorne. As it is, she can do nothing but what Shirou ordered her to do. She knows her place, and she knows better than to try to work against the Sidhe Emperor directly. Instead, she'll work perfectly within the confines of his plans and the tale he's constructing, while also working to make herself very, VERY important to her godson in the coming years as well.

Smiling, not letting any of her inner thoughts show on her face, Lea leans down and plants a kiss on Harry's forehead, releasing the smallest bit of her power into him, revitalizing him and healing his injuries. She doesn't actually give him any more magical strength or anything like that… she doesn't really have to. He's plenty capable enough of defeating his former master anyways.

Pulling back, Lea smirks.

"It is done. You are now more than powerful enough to defeat DuMorne… unless you falter. But I can do nothing about that. Stay stalwart and determined, and you will prove victorious. Surrender to despair or give in to weakness, and DuMorne may capitalize on such an opening. Do you understand, godson of mine?"

Pushing himself to his feet, feeling all over at his healed injuries, Harry lets out a slow sigh of relief, before giving her a serious nod.

"I-I understand, godmother."

Reaching out, she gently caresses his cheek, feeling the barest beginnings of stubble there as his first beard tried to grow. Then, she turns that gentle caress into a sharp pat, not quite a slap, but certainly enough to get his attention.

"Good boy. Good luck~"

With a flick of her fingers, she puts back on the glamor, making herself invisible and making it look like she'd completely disappeared, at least to Harry. As he looks around for her, Lea steps to the side, prepared to follow him to his final battle and wherever he went next. She wasn't foolish enough not to make sure she was on hand in case things went wrong… and even if they went right, well, the perfect time to solidify herself in Harry's mind would be right after he'd finished off his former mentor. It would be the perfect time for a new mentor, herself, to slip into place.

As irritating as it was to be drawn into one of her Emperor's little stories… Lea still found that she could hardly wait.

-x-X-x-

It was done. Harry could hardly believe it. But he knew he had to keep moving, that he couldn't stay here in this place, in the burnt out husk of his home of over a decade. Stealing his mentor's skull on the suggestion of the spirit trapped inside, packing a duffle bag with all the things he would need to survive on his own, Harry began making his way towards the exit of the house… only to stop upon running into a familiar face in the foyer.

"Well done, my precious godson. I knew you could do it~"

The young wizard can already feel heat crawling up the back of his neck and beginning to radiate from his cheeks as the unearthly, inhuman woman who'd named herself as his fairy godmother stalks forward. The Leanansidhe is absolutely gorgeous, there's no doubt about that. But Harry Dresden isn't an idiot. He knows that faerie from the Nevernever are dangerous creatures at the best of times.

Still, he made a deal with the beautiful red head not but a scant few hours ago, and given he'd managed to defeat Justin mano-a-mano, she'd clearly held up her end of the bargain. How else would you explain Harry managing to beat a wizard that was twice his age?

"G-Godmother… what can I do for you-ulp?!"

Just as he's finishing asking his leading question, his godmother practically lunges forward. Harry doesn't even have a chance to lift his staff or gather his magic in defense of himself. Luckily for him, the Leanansidhe's intentions are not violent, for all that they're also not pure. Tackling him to the ground, the golden-eyed red head smiles as she purrs in satisfaction, running her hands up and down his chest, grinding her crotch against his crotch.

His fairy godmother, who Harry decides then and there to refer to as 'Lea' for short in his head, is effectively walking, talking sex on legs. She's completely impossible to not get aroused for, and he has to admit… she beats Elaine by every metric save for love. And in the face of his girlfriend's betrayal and almost assured death… maybe it wouldn't be so bad for Harry to allow himself to enjoy this?

Not that he had much of a choice. Not only had he made the deal he'd made with Lea, but his own body was also all too eager to start reciprocating her aggressive affections, his cock already growing hard in his pants as she straddles him, grinning salaciously.

"Is that a wand in your pocket, godson, or are you as happy to see me as I am to see you?"

Harry blushes, not sure what to say to that. That's okay though, because his godmother seems all too happy to carry the conversation, leaning forward and stretching out like a cat across his admittedly tall and large frame, her nostrils flaring as she breathes in his scent.

"Ahhh, the smell of battle, and more importantly, of victory. My courageous, mighty godson. My heroic, powerful godson. You've defeated your second great evil, Harry Dresden. It's only a matter of time before the next now."

Harry's eyes widen at that, and Lea grins as she sees the look on his face. The ensuing giggle that spills forth from her perfectly pillowy, imminently kissable lips is almost melodic in it's nature, like tinkling glass on a chandelier.

"Didn't think of that, did you Harry? Allow me to let you in on a little secret~"

Even as she talks, she begins to prowl down the length of his body. Harry doesn't dare get up, though he does notice that the zipper on his duffle has somehow become slightly undone, leaving a single inch through which one of the skull's glowing eyes can be seen watching this entire situation. Having his former mentor's spirit of knowledge watching him get molested (and likely more at this rate) by his fairy godmother wasn't precisely Harry's idea of a good time, but he wasn't going to bring up Bob's presence now. Not with the chance that the Leanansidhe might decide to… confiscate him.

Slowly, Lea extracts his cock from its confines, licking her lips as she begins to stroke his member up and down, bringing him from half-mast to full while continuing to talk in that sultry, seductive, sexy voice of hers.

"The world is built on stories, Harry. Many of them are boring. Many of them are sad. A very select few, however… are heroic."

Her eyes flash as she says that, and her lips curl into a wicked sort of smile. The way she looks at him when she says 'heroic' sends shivers down Harry's spine. The young man has never thought of himself as heroic before. He's never applied that label to himself, not really.

"You defeated an Outsider, Harry. That alone was special enough to draw my gaze to you after so long without knowing the whereabouts of my poor… darling… godson."

She stretches out each of those last three words while affecting a mighty pout and slowly tugging on his cock to accentuate each one.

"But now you've defeated your mentor turned villain as well. This man raised you, he trained you… and then he tried to enslave you. But he failed. You overcame. Tell me, Harry… you're not so sheltered that you don't recognize a classic hero's origin story when you see one, are you?"

Harry blushes at that, forced to acknowledge the truth of Lea's words. No, he wasn't so sheltered. Justin may not have encouraged movie nights or what have you, and there was no cable tv in this house that Lea was currently jacking him off in, but Harry and Elaine had snuck away often enough to indulge in the comforts of the outside world, and their mentor hadn't been too strict as to completely disallow such frivolity.

Seeming to sense that he was finally coming around to accepting her words as fact, Lea just smiles a bit wider… and then leans down and swallows his cock whole. Harry's eyes bulge out of his head and a quiet curse leaves his mouth, followed by a large, loud groan. The Leanansidhe does not have a gag reflex, Harry quickly discovers, as she swallows his cock to the base on that first go and then begins to bob up and down his length with absolutely zero difficulty.

It's not Harry's first experience with oral… but Elaine hadn't liked it. She'd complained that he was too big, that his size made her jaw hurt. He'd watched her struggle to get even a third of the way down his dick, so while Harry couldn't say for sure that he was overly large or anything compared to the average, he could definitely see that he was too large for Elaine. At least, for her mouth anyways. His fellow apprentice had certainly enjoyed his cock in the times they'd fucked after giving each other their mutual virginities.

At the end of the day, his godmother's mouth is the best sexual experience Harry has ever had, bar none. He's struggling to maintain his focus, struggling not to blow too soon. He doesn't want the gorgeous faerie to think he's a quick shot, in all honestly. But then she does this thing with her tongue that has Harry going cross-eyed, and before he knows it, he's blowing his load right down her throat.

"Fuck!"

For her part, Lea swallows and swallows and swallows some more. She drinks down every last drop of his seed until he's spent, and only then does she pull back off of his cock with a pop, leaning back on her haunches and smiling at him as she wipes the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, only to then lick it clean like a cat.

"Not bad, godson. You lasted longer than most."

Harry blinks in surprise at that, staring up at her in confusion. It felt like he hadn't lasted long at all. It certainly took a lot longer than that for Elaine to make him blow his top, for instance. At seeing his surprise, Lea just laughs and delicately takes hold of his softening cock, beginning to stroke it again as her golden eyes sparkle with mischief and avarice.

"Most mortal men don't even reach the stage where I have to use my mouth, dear. But then, you're not most mortal men, are you Harry? You're a hero. My hero."

Every time she calls him that, it feels a bit more real in his head. Every time she uses the 'H' word, it's like it's resonating with something deep within him. Harry had never wanted to be a hero… but maybe it was inescapable. Maybe it was unavoidable.

Her sex appeal is inescapable and unavoidable as well, because he's soon rock hard again in her hand. Looking down at his cock, playfully stroking it, Lea raises a single beautifully thin sculpted brow at him.

"I do hope you're not going to leave your godmother to do all the work, young one. It's your turn… show me what you're made of."

She purrs out that last statement, and Harry can feel his heart thumping in his chest as he stays still for just a moment in indecision. But then he surges up, and grabs Lea by the shoulders, and plants a deep, passionate kiss right on his godmother's lips. She goes stiff for all of a moment before relaxing and letting him do as he likes, so Harry, seeing that he's on the right track, keeps it up.

The Leanansidhe wants him to show her what he's made of. She wants him to be the big damn hero. Well, Harry had never heard of a hero that just lay back passively and let things happen to him, be they sexual or otherwise.

With that in mind, he lets his deeper desires lead the way. Ever since he first laid eyes on his fairy godmother, Harry has been… well, enamored. He's a sixteen year old boy, to be fair. Half of all thoughts that go in and out of his head are undeniably sexual in origin. With that in mind, there's only one thing Harry has been wanting to do since Lea first showed up to make that deal with him.

Grabbing the top of her gorgeous green dress, Harry yanks it down, causing her breasts to spill out into the open as he pushes her onto her back and stares at them. Her tits are as glorious as he already expected from the sneak peek he'd gotten when she'd leaned forward to give him a view down the top of her dress back during their first meeting.

But now… they're also his for the taking. Harry hurriedly grabs at them, groping and squeezing them as he watches her perfect pink nipples harden in response.

"Oooh~ is my godson really a breast man? Well, I suppose if needs must…"

Harry's breath hitches, his cock throbs. Feeling that, he's reminded of what he's supposed to be doing… he's supposed to be showing Lea what he can do. Exposing and fondling her tits is the bare minimum, isn't it? Spreading Lea's legs apart with his knees, Harry reaches down and yanks the bottom of her dress up as well for good measure. His eyes widen when he lays eyes on her perfect, wet, naked cunt for the first time. She wasn't wearing underwear… but then, perhaps faerie didn't have concept of such things.

In the end, it doesn't matter. That perfect pussy is calling his name, and so Harry fits the head of his large bulbous cock against her lower lips and thrusts forward, groaning at the way her tight passage envelopes him easily while also allowing him to go deep, deep, DEEP on his very first thrust. Once again, Harry finds himself subconsciously comparing Lea to his only other sexual experience, Elaine.

It probably wasn't fair to continually compare the woman he loved, a woman who was now dead, to his completely inhuman and utterly incomprehensible fairy godmother. But that was what his hindbrain was doing anyways. Elaine always required a lot of work before he could fuck her, needing a ton of foreplay to get wet enough for penetration, and no, her giving HIM oral had never counted for that before.

But all Lea apparently needed was to suck down one load from his cock, and she was ready and raring to go. Frankly, now that he was ball's deep in her, so was Harry. Thrusting away, grinding down into her, Harry also grabs and squeezes at the perfect orbs sat upon her chest, mauling and kneading her breasts to his heart's desire.

In response, Lea moans quite wantonly… and then slowly, coaxingly, in a way that Harry doesn't even realize it at the time, she begins to teach. She did say she would be, back when they made their deal, but how it actually happens is nothing like how Harry imagined it in his head. To be fair, he can't actually hurt her, no matter how inexperienced or rough around the edges he is. No matter how much of a fumbling teen he is, the Leanansidhe's body is the perfect canvas for him to learn on.

And that's what Harry does, without even realizing it at the time. Only later when he has his next sexual encounter, will he come to terms with just how much Lea is teaching him. In the moment, in THAT moment, the young wizard is nothing but a horndog hunting for his next release. Eventually, he gets it, Lea too tight and him too pent up and horny to do anything but cum deep inside of her cunt as her legs wrap around his waist and hold him to her.

Tossing his head back in a loud groan, Harry shudders as he fills his fairy godmother with his spunk. And then… it's over. They're done as he pulls out and Lea stands up with a grace and poise that Harry would not expect a woman that just got fucked flat on her back to have. But then, Lea is no normal woman, and it would behoove Harry to remember that, truly it would.

As he stands up as well, his godmother tucks two fingers under his chin and then leans in (and up a few inches on her tip toes) to give him a peck on the lips. It's a goodbye kiss apparently, because she steps back afterwards, giving him a teasing wink and smile.

"See you soon, my precious godson~"

Instead of disappearing like last time, Lea turns and walks out of the house, drawing Harry's eyes down to her swaying, sashaying ass as she does so. She's out the door and gone an instant later, but not without giving him a parting image seared into his mind that Harry doubts he'll forget any time soon.

Letting out a surprisingly contented sigh of his own, Harry gathers up his things as well as Bob. He zips the duffle bag up as the skull begins to speak, really not wanting to hear what the spirit of knowledge has to say about him and the Leanansidhe getting it on. He'll tell Bob all about his deal and get his advice on things later, when they're NOT standing in the destroyed remnants of his former mentor turned warlock's home.

With all of his things collected, Harry tries to make his way out of the house just as Lea just got done doing. Except, it becomes abundantly obvious a moment later that she'd vanished the instant she was out of his line of sight, because Harry doesn't get more than a few feet out the front door before he's being held at sword point by half a dozen Wardens of the White Council.

"Surrender your belongings and come with us, kid. Don't wanna have to do anything to you that you'll regret."

Harry's pretty sure that it's supposed to be 'I'll regret'… but he's not about to get into an argument while staring down a bunch of magically enchanted swords. Dropping his duffle bag to the ground yet again, he raises his arms up in the universal gesture of surrender.

… Surely his fairy godmother wouldn't just leave him to die, right? Which meant… this would all work out. Hopefully.

-x-X-x-

Shirou watches on with a pleased smile on his lips as Dresden his taken to Edinburgh. He's quite confident that things will turn out well there, what with the Blackstaff being Harry's secret grandfather and more than capable of throwing his weight around to keep him from being executed. McCoy will take Harry under his wing and try to keep him on the straight and narrow, providing the necessary balance in the young wizard's life that will keep him from falling completely under Lea's sway.

Speaking of the Winter Fae… Shirou is also watching her as she returns home. He watches the small smile play across her lips, and he watches her brow furrow as she brings her fingers up to touch her mouth curiously. He knows she's feeling oddly satisfied after her first 'lesson' with her godson, and he knows that she's already looking forward to more.

After a moment, Lea shakes off her confusion and moves to begin the necessary preparations so that she'll know exactly where Harry is whenever he finally ends up settling somewhere. The copious amounts of his cum leaking out of her freshly fucked cunt even now are more than enough to act as ingredients for such magic.

There's no doubt in Shirou's mind that Lea will make sure her lessons with Harry continue. The Winter Fae's desperate need to be more than just a bit character in Dresden's story is in fact playing right into Shirou's hands. The more effort and time Lea spends on her relationship with her godson, the better off Harry Dresden will be, in the end. And the greater of a Caster he'll be as well for Shirou's upcoming Grail War.

All was going according to plan, which meant Shirou could afford to divert a small modicum of his attention for the moment in order to give two very special women some… affection. Making his way down the hall of the massive palace that the Sidhe had constructed for their Emperor, built upon the borders between Winter and Summer, dominating the landscape and easily twice the size of both court's main castles, Shirou swiftly arrives at the royal bedchambers, pushing in with a wide grin on his face.

Inside, he finds his two beautiful wives waiting for him. The Summer and Winter Queens haven't changed a day since the first time they met, which means that both Mab and Titania are just as voluptuous, curvaceous, and gorgeous as Shirou remembers them. The only current problem, at least from their point of view, is that their wombs have supposedly been aching lately, their bellies having gone too long without being full of his progeny.

Or so they've told him. But Shirou is nothing if not a considerate lover. If his Queens require his seed, well then, he'll just have to give it to them.

"Beloved, you're here!"

"Finally! Fuck us already! Knock us up! Breed us silly!"

Titania and Mab both stand there in the royal bedchambers clad in nothing but the sheerest silks, done up in their colors, of course. What this means is, their bodies are both tantalizingly covered, but also fully on display in truth, their gorgeous tits jiggling, their fat asses bouncing, their wet pussies dripping right before his eyes. Their pillowy tits both split into wide grins, even as Shirou begins to shred his clothing, letting it fall where it may as he easily strips down and exposes the body that both Sidhe Queens are so deeply, desperately, obsessively in love with, even after all this time. Hell, even more so, after all this time.

"Yes! There it is! There's that fat, glorious cock!"

Mab is being a bit more… boisterous then usual. As Shirou steps forward and his two Queens crash down to their knees and begins to crawl towards him to meet him, he realizes why she's doing so. The Queen of Winter… is being a cruel woman, to be sure.

There, off on one far side of the room, unnoticed until now, are two more figures. Shirou hadn't paid them any mind at first because they were out of his field of range, and Titania and Mab were directly in front of him, dominating his focus. Or rather, dominating the small portion of his focus that wasn't currently tied up in his long term plans.

Now though, as Titania and Mab crawl to his feet and kiss his toes for a moment before kneeling before him to share his cock, Shirou sees them. Even as he curls his fingers through the hair of their mothers, he lays eyes on the Ladies of Winter and Summer, his firstborn daughters.

But Lady Maeve and Lady Aurora look like they're in quite the anguished state right now. Of course, he knows crocodile tears when he sees them. His firstborn daughters are both trusted up in bondage at the moment, as well as gagged with large ball gags. Like their mothers, they're currently in their colors, with Maeve's bondage made up of icy white and blue winter-like straps, as well as a big cyan ball gag. Aurora, meanwhile, is done up in red and orange summery bondage, with a large yellow ball gag not unlike the sun stuck between HER teeth.

Upon seeing him looking their way, both Ladies moan around their ball gags, staring at him imploringly, rubbing their thighs together needily, as if they only want one thing between them. And they do, to be fair. They want his cock. They've ALWAYS wanted his cock, despite being Ladies of Fae Courts, despite being Maidens.

All their lives, Maeve and Aurora have been obsessed with their father. Shirou, well aware of this, has still never touched them sexually. It's not his place to do so. He's already done enough damage to the land of faerie's dynamics with his mere presence, by his humble estimation. Not that that would stop him from fucking his Queens and breeding them to his heart's content.

Working together, it doesn't take Mab and Titania long at all to put their pillowy plump lips to good use. His cock explodes, and he covers both Queens in his spunk, something that they each graciously enjoy, moaning wantonly all the while as they lick up his spunk from their mouths, and rub it into their massive breasts.

Then, using his grip on their hair, Shirou drags the two Sidhe women over to the massive bed that dominates the middle of the chamber. Mab and Titania had placed their daughters quite well… Maeve and Aurora would have the perfect view of what was about to be done to their mothers. One might call it cruel, but Shirou knew just how much the two Ladies got off on being bound up and forced to watch their mothers get fucked into insensate messes by their father. They might not be allowed to do anything, but in a way this was almost good enough… or so they'd both told him once upon a time, when he'd raised concerns about teasing them turning into tormenting and torturing them.

Effectively, for all that they were moaning and groaning needily through their gags, for all that they were staring at him imploringly even now, trying to get him to break and just FUCK them both already… they would rather be here and get nothing, then not be allowed to attend such threesomes like this at all.

And so, knowing this, Shirou tosses his two Queens, the mothers of his firstborn children, onto the bed. Mab and Titania land on their sides… and immediately come together, striking a two-person pose for him that entices Shirou onward.

Hugging each other close, they mash their tits and crotches together, even as both raise one leg high into the sky, intertwining their feet together at the same time. Making out heatedly, they leave their pussies presented before him, grinding against one another, ready for him to fuck to his heart's content.

And so, hopping up onto the bed after them, Shirou proceeds to do exactly that. His hands grip harshly at the thighs of their single raised legs, and he slams his cock in between their cunts, hot dogging it for a moment on their pussy lips before he angles into Titania's drooling quim first. But Mab doesn't even have enough time to be disappointed or upset before he's pulling out and slamming home into hers as well.

This is one of many positions that the two sister Queens love to take when he fucks and breeds them. To think, before Shirou's arrival, Winter and Summer had been related while also constantly at odds with one another. Despite being sisters, Titania and Mab would likely have gone on to be continually on edge, barely ever seeing one another, always testing the other's borders, always challenging the other's power and authority.

It was their purpose, before he'd come along, to maintain the balance between Summer and Winter. Except, as Shirou had conclusively proved, it was easy to maintain that balance, even without some sort of quasi-cold war. By conquering both Queens on the Stone Table and asserting himself as the Sidhe Emperor (accidentally at the time of course, but it was a title Shirou had definitely grown into) he had effectively brought together the two sides.

And he'd continued to bring them together with times like these, fucking Titania and Mab together, always demanding that, if either of them wanted another child, then they both had to be bred at the same exact time, in the same exact session of marathon-esque sex.

Put simply, all of Mab and Titania's daughters, despite being born of two different mothers, were actually half-Twins in a way. They were always born at the same exact time, with their mothers holding hands and screaming their way through each pregnancy. They were also always born of the same father, neither Titania nor Mab able to so much as comprehend the idea of taking another lover, not when Shirou so thoroughly and effectively dominated them. Queens they might be, expected it might be… but they were too obsessed and in love with their Emperor to possibly allow another man's cock near either of them.

And so, Shirou fucks into Titania's cunt and then into Mab's, back and forth again and again as he fucks them both silly while they makeout with each other, moaning into one another's mouths the entire time. All the while, their firstborn daughters, the Ladies of Winter and Summer, can only watch on, moaning through their own ball gags, rubbing their thighs together.

When Shirou finally cums, he leaves half of his thick, viscous load inside of Titania, and half inside of Mab. And then he keeps fucking them both, far from being done just after one load. He's going to plow them both silly to his heart's content all night long while their daughters watched on. One day, Maeve or Aurora or both might just get a chance to ascend to their mothers' thrones.

On that day, Shirou would be sure to claim the new Queen on the Stone Table, just as he had Mab and Titania. He was part of the legends of the Nevernever now, part of the balance of power. His title as Sidhe Emperor wasn't just a title after all of his deeds and actions, it was a full-blown Mantle… possibly even the most powerful Mantle of them all, even stronger than those of the Mothers.

In the end though, Shirou was a hands off leader, most of the time. He might be Emperor, but all he cared about were his long term plans. So long as his subjects didn't get in the way of his plans for Harry Dresden, Shirou would leave them alone. Obviously, Lea had been about to unknowingly overstep, so he'd had to step in with her. Such was life.

As he settles in for the long haul, fully expecting this latest session of breeding to extend longer than just one day and probably last an entire week, Shirou grins viciously as he both fucks Mab and Titania, while at the same time watching Ebenezer McCoy demand that Harry be made his charge and put in his care. He watches as the White Council agrees to give Harry a stay of execution… and he watches as Lea watches this too, the gorgeous red head touching herself the entire while as she keeps an eye on her godson, a much closer eye then she would have without Shirou's interference.

All according to plan so far… but this was just the beginning of Harry's story.

-x-X-x-

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