10 The Caster Pt. 2 (Dresden Files)

A/N: This is the final pre-written chapter of A Determined Man's Travels. From here on out this story will update at the same pace as it does on my other websites.

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As the years go on, Shirou splits his focus between his choice for the Caster slot of his Grail War and other things. Harry Dresden isn't so interesting one hundred percent of the time that Shirou keeps all of his focus on him for the entirety of the boy's final formative years. Still, there are some… entertaining moments to keep track of while he's in Ebenezer's care and being visited by his far more proactive fairy godmother.

To say the Blackstaff was irritated by the Leanansidhe's presence in their arrangement would be an understatement. If Ebenezer could remove Lea from the equation entirely, Shirou had no doubt that the aged wizard would do so. Alas, any of the methods that could have removed the bond of godmother and godson between Lea and Harry would have caused irreparable harm to the boy… or led to war between the White Council and the Winter Court.

Neither of which were acceptable outcomes for the Blackstaff when all Lea was doing was visiting Harry to give him advice and trinkets… and sexual comfort. Ebenezer was probably the least happy about the last one, but no matter his efforts to keep them apart, Lea was always there to provide Harry with free and liberal access to her sexy, inhumanly beautiful body.

Ah, but there was something interesting happening right now, and so Shirou focuses in, eager to see one of his fae subjects do what she does best. Lea had been working on this particular machination for quite a while now, and it would be most enjoyable to see it come to fruition.

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"Begone with you, she-devil! Harry does not need your poisonous words in his ear!"

"Oh? Would you rather the boy grow up without a feminine influence at all then? Of course you would, you men are all the same, so brash and filled with machismo."

"This has NOTHING to do with that! You aren't a woman, you're an inhuman fae creature from an entirely different plane of existence!"

"Oh, so now we're being SPECIEST!"

His mentor and godmother were fighting again. Harry Dresden can't help but watch from where he's sat on the edge of the bed as Ebenezer and Lea square off with one another. The older wizard had stumbled upon them having sex again and had a few choice words to say about the matter. While Harry had gotten dressed and decent as quickly as possible out of respect for his wizarding master, Lea was… less inclined.

Meaning that the utterly gorgeous Sidhe was still completely naked as she and Ebenezer argued back and forth about… well, about the same thing they always argued about. Him. It was an odd experience, going from being one of two apprentices to a capable but secretive wizard and having to via for Justin's time while also falling in love with his rival for the man's attentions… to this, where he was Ebenezer's only apprentice and it was Ebenezer who was vying for HIS time with Lea fighting for it.

… If Ebenezer and Lea ever started bumping uglies, Harry wasn't sure what he would do. Barf, perhaps? Ah, but that wasn't likely to happen, now was it? No, Lea was all his, or so she said. Ebenezer taught him mortal magic. Lea taught him how to please a woman and also some tidbits here and there about how to handle fae in particular, as well as things he needed to know about the Nevernever.

Frankly, Harry found them to both be useful assets. He'd learned so much more in these years with Ebenezer and Lea then he ever had with Justin. It was better, really… so why did they have to argue so much? It seems his wizarding master is thinking much the same thing, because rather than respond to Lea's decrying of his prejudices, Ebenezer lets out a sigh and rocks back on his heels, shaking his head as he plants his hands on his hips.

"Really, I don't understand you, Sidhe. Why do you fight me so strongly for him? Harry's just a boy, almost a man sure, but he's only one wizard. Why are you putting so much effort into this? It's unnatural."

Is it? Harry slides his gaze over to Lea, curious how she'll respond. In all fairness, he'd done plenty of research into Sidhe and fae and the Nevernever, much of it directed by Ebenezer himself in a bid to show Harry why he should be wary of the Leanansidhe and all she had to offer. In truth, much of the wizarding texts that Ebenezer had for Harry to read felt somewhat inaccurate to what he'd come to expect from his fairy godmother.

Lea had not tried anything, even after years of lulling Harry into a sense of security, of being there for him, of teaching him. There was nothing that she'd taken from Harry… besides copious amounts of his seed of course. Oh, and don't get Harry wrong, he'd considered whether or not that was Lea's true goal the entire time. It was all she'd demanded of him after all, that he become her lover and allow her to mold and train him in the arts of pleasure.

And they'd done a whole lot of training, leading to a lot of creampies, bellies filled with cum, and even a few anal fillings as well. Harry had not been shy about where he'd dropped his loads under Lea's urgings, and she'd happily and greedily taken his seed swiftly enough.

What WERE her full intentions for him? Ah, but as Harry looks to Lea, curious to see how she'll answer his mentor, he can immediately tell from experience with the Winter Fae that Ebenezer has walked into some sort of verbal trap. Lea looks like the cat that caught the canary as she smirks easily at the human wizard, planting her hands on her hips and puffing her chest out.

"You can blame your daughter for making me Harry's Godmother if you like. If she didn't want me to interfere with Harry, she should have said something. Whether it's his father… OR his grandfather who has custody of him, I will ALWAYS be a part of his life."

Silence falls over Harry's bedroom as Lea casually drops a bombshell that completely changes Harry's entire worldview. It takes him a few seconds to process what she's said, but when he does so, something truly miraculous happens. Harry is so dumbfounded, so gobsmacked… that he actually tears his gaze away from Lea's inhuman beauty for a second, away from her jiggling tits and gorgeous hips, in order to turn and stare at Ebenezer instead.

After all, until this moment, Harry Dresden had NOT known that his wizarding mentor, the man who'd stood up for him against the White Council and agreed to train him in order to save him from an imminent execution… was in fact his mother's father and his grandfather as well.

Given the way Ebenezer has gone pale and isn't denying Lea's words out of hand, it's quite clear that she's right and that Harry has just found a living blood relative when he'd thought he was all alone in this world after losing his father. And said living blood relative has been keeping things from him for a long, LONG time.

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Shirou watches on with a smile as the fallout from Lea's machinations leads to some new and exciting things. To be fair, the Leanansidhe hadn't known the connection between grandfather and grandson initially either. And Shirou hadn't told her. Instead, Lea had managed to tease out Ebenezer's connection to her old 'friend', Harry's mother, and only once she was absolutely sure had she set about revealing it in an argument to score a major win over the old man.

Of course, it hadn't quite worked out as Lea might have hoped, but then, things almost never did for the Winter Fae. In the end, Harry learning that his mentor was also his grandfather from his fairy godmother led to an increase in Harry's training as Ebenezer began teaching Harry some stronger combat magics, both offensive and defensive, based on Lea's argument that if she could figure it out, so could others.

It didn't go as far as Harry finding out his grandfather was the Blackstaff then and there, and there was a little bit of confusion from the young wizard on just why people learning he was Ebenezer's grandson would paint even more of a target on his back then there already was, but needless to say, Ebenezer was a little frightened of the idea, and that led to quite a lot of effort on his part.

This was all according to Lea's plan of course, and she was happy that it strengthened Harry further, since that was what Shirou had ordered her to make sure happened. But at the same time, it backfired on her slightly because Harry and Ebenezer became closer as a result of that secret between them coming out, and with the old man now telling his grandson stories of his mother, Harry was enamored even more with the more experienced wizard.

In the end, the reveal wasn't the definitive victory over Ebenezer that Lea thought it would be. It didn't cow the man into submission as she'd hoped, nor did it cause Harry to intuitively distrust his grandfather for keeping things from him. Alas, once again human unpredictability managed to baffle and frustrate the Leanansidhe.

As Harry's apprenticeship continued, everything moved apace to the plans that Shirou had set out for the young man. The spirit in the skull, Bob, having had his first real exposure to Harry come from the young boy killing Justin and then fucking Lea right in front of him, was far more eager to volunteer information to his new master without prompting, giving Harry lessons in niche magic and begging to be allowed to voyeur more. Thanks to his relationship with Lea and his freer views on sex, Harry even let the spirit do exactly that.

Meanwhile, Lea did go about teaching Harry to be careful with what he said, extracting small favors from him here and there through the times he misspoke, snatching up promises to do things for her whenever his self-control as a teenager in a sexual relationship with an older vivacious woman failed him. She would then have Harry pay them back with various sexual favors and errands, not ever holding too much over his head.

However, something that Harry was not aware of, because Lea did not let him know about it fully, was that over time, she did manage to acquire three larger favors from him, favors that could not be satisfied with just an errand or a muff-dive. In the end, Shirou can tell that the Winter Fae is unsure on just how to utilize these favors within the confines of the orders he's given her. In the end, she just lets them sit.

Time moves on, and eventually Harry's apprenticeship under Ebenezer comes to an end. With his grandfather giving him his inheritance as a graduation present of sorts, Harry arrived in Chicago with a bit of a safety net under his belt. And yet, that didn't stop the young man from brashly setting up business as a wizard in the middle of the city, hiding in plain sight, not an ounce of subtlety in his sheer audacity as he even managed to put himself in the yellow pages. Some things never change.

Shirou watches as Harry goes about creating his business over the next two years, during which time he meets the short stack, bombshell of a cop, Karin Murphy. The gorgeous blonde femme fatale is certainly Harry's type, but besides his short relationship with Elaine, Harry has never been with another human woman. All if his sexual experiences have been with Lea, and he's not so sure that he's even compatible with humans anymore.

Lea, of course, pushes Harry to branch out in his sexual experiences, assuring him that he could still love human women just fine even with her influence. She hadn't spent all these years just for his experiences with her to have 'ruined him' for mortals. No sir, she'd been training him up specifically so that he COULD eventually branch out from her.

Needless to say, this surprised but intrigued Harry, and Shirou could only watch on in amusement as the young man began to… well, dance around Karen Murphy a bit, trying to feel out the blonde cop and see if she was as interested in him as he was in her. Their relationship remained professional for the time being however, as shortly after, Susan Rodriguez came into Harry's life and presented a much more interesting target for the young man's increased libido.

The beautiful Latina was also far upfront about her own interest in Harry romantically than Murphy was, and the two began feeling one another out as Harry's sniffing around Karin Murphy dropped to near zero.

Soon after, the events of Storm Front came about. When Shirou had originally made his way to this world, he had had no knowledge of it. It was his first time traveling across dimensions, and when he'd met Mab and Titania at the Stone Table and proceeded to fuck them both silly and transplant himself into the Sidhe Paradigm as the first Sidhe Emperor, well… he'd had no clue what he was doing or who he was doing it with.

But in the time since, Shirou had been around for quite a while and traveled quite a bit. In those travels, he'd come across a book series simply known as the Dresden Files. Consuming those books, Shirou had ultimately discovered a great deal about what might have happened and what would happen in the universe he'd most settled his roots in.

All of it being centered around one Harry Dresden made it all the easier for Shirou to pick the wizard as his would be Caster for his upcoming Grail War.

Regardless, after all Shirou had done, all the little changes and big changes here and there, they were finally getting to the book series properly. The first book, Storm Front, was now taking place right before Shirou's eyes. Truth be told, nothing major changed from the 'canon' in this 'book'. Everything went about how was expected, with Monica Sells hiring Harry to find her husband, Harry eventually figuring out that said husband was the warlock behind all of the dark magic taking place in recent times, and the two of them duking it out with Harry emerging victorious.

Frankly, call him a pervert if you must, but Shirou was more interested in what came in between all of the parts that he'd already read in a book. Specifically, Harry's first proper date with Susan Rodriguez…

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As soon as he gets her inside the door, Harry is growling lustfully and kissing the vivacious, gorgeous Susan Rodriguez on the lips. In response, the Latina paranormal investigative reporter giggles and kisses him right back, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself up his body, practically climbing him as they both stumble back further into his place.

Date night had gone well by both of their estimations, and ultimately led back to here, with Harry and Susan eagerly making out as soon as they were out of the public eye. It was obvious where this was going, and that both of them desperately wanted it. They'd been flirting with one another and dancing around the issue for months now ever since they'd first met… but finally, it was time.

As Harry helps Susan out of her clothes and she helps him out of his, the wizard finds himself reflecting that he's grateful for his talk with Lea back when he'd first been unsure how to feel about his growing affections for Karin Murphy. He wasn't entirely sure he was compatible with other mortals anymore, but Lea had put those things to rest by telling him off.

And now that he has Susan in his arms… he could tell that his fairy godmother was right. Sure, the Leanansidhe was an out of this world inhuman beauty from the Nevernever who put most mortal women to shame. But Harry was beginning to realize there were different forms of beauty. Susan was physically gorgeous to be sure, but her true beauty came from within, from the vivacious personality and can-do attitude that she'd shown so far in their dealings.

They end up taking things over to the desk with Harry lifting Susan up in one arm while sweeping the things off his desk with the other. Sitting her down on said desk, he kisses her deeply before descending betwixt her thighs, using his teeth to pull her panties down her gorgeous, caramel legs and leaving them dangling off one of her feet as he brings his mouth to bear on her lower lips.

Her hands come down on his hair and Susan moans quite loudly and lewdly as he begins eating her out, showing her all of the techniques that his fairy godmother had taught him over the years. Not that Susan knew anything about that… perhaps after this, if it felt like they were going to have more than a one night stand here, Harry would see about letting Susan in one the more… esoteric aspects of his life. Such as his horny, insatiable fairy godmother slash sex fiend.

For now though, he just sets about making Susan feel as… 'welcome' as absolutely possible, dragging his teeth across her clit while sliding his tongue DEEP inside of her slit. The combination always made Lea moan, but it drives Susan positively WILD, causing the Latina reporter to cum all over his chin and mouth in no time at all.

Standing with a messy grin, Harry frees his cock from its confines as he looks into Susan's glazed, lusty eyes.

"You're ready."

The confidence definitely looks like it does something for her, because Susan flushes and then throws him a gorgeously horny grin as she splays her legs apart and leans back.

"More than ready, give it to me Harry. Give me that thick fat cock."

Her eyes slide down to his length as he approaches, and she pants heavily at the sight of him. Harry isn't sure he's any bigger or 'fatter' in the phallic department then your average man, but then, he doesn't go around measuring dicks with other dudes like that. Lea always liked to call him big though, so there was probably some truth to that. Either way, he places his cock against Susan's ready and waiting cunt entrance, feeling how dripping wet she is. She's practically drooling after his tongue drove her wild, so it's easy going sliding into her right then and there, grunting as he grabs her by the hips to keep her from sliding back across his desk, slotting himself into her hot, wet depths in the process.

Susan, meanwhile, moans wantonly, tossing her head back and crying out in lust until Harry grabs her by her hair and pulls her back to face him so they could continue to kiss and stare deeply into one another's eyes. He's never felt so connected to anyone before, if he's being honest. Not even his godmother made him feel this intensely. But then, to be fair, his arrangement with Lea was just that, an arrangement. She was more of his teacher than a possible romance partner.

Susan Rodriguez was different, and Harry wastes no time at all drinking deeply of all she had to offer. The two of them fuck for what feels like an eternity on his desk, bumping uglies as his grandfather would call it. Susan cums more then once around Harry's cock, especially with his techniques driving her wild. Her tits end up exposed at some point, the buttons on her blouse going flying as he tears her top open in his haste to get to them.

He'll have to repair that for her later, but for the time being Harry just growls and feasts upon Susan's breasts, while the Latina beauty moans wantonly in response, bucking her hips into his thrusting prick.

Finally, he tips over the edge, unable to hold back any further. His seed pumps into Susan, and honestly? It feels right. It feels GOOD, filling her with his cum, like he's marking her and claiming her, like she's HIS now. Harry knows better of course, at least intellectually. But in the moment, it's less about what he knows and more about what he feels as Susan moans and he groans and the two of them experience mutual ecstasy joined together as they are.

As they both slowly come down from that moment of shared pleasure, of shared euphoria, Susan is left panting even as she leans back on her elbows on his desk, looking at him with amused glinting eyes.

"That was… pretty damn good, Harry. Would have liked our first night together to be in a bed, but this… this was nice too. In a spur of the moment sort of way."

She goes to slip off of the desk, only to have to catch herself on wobbly legs, leaning back on the desk for support and clinging to it with both hands as she lets out a shudder and offers Harry a smile with a hint of disappointment in it.

"Too bad we can't go for a Round Two, huh?"

In response, Harry just blinks at the mortal woman blankly, before looking down between them at where his erection is still pointing unerringly at her freshly creampied crotch. Susan's eyes slowly follow his downward before going wide at the sight of him not even getting remotely soft from their first invigorating go at it.

"I mean, if you're too tired we can stop here I suppose, I would never force you to keep-oof!"

In the midst of Harry's confused attempt to let Susan off the hook, the gorgeous Latina, in what is clearly a burst of adrenaline, leaps into his arms and wraps her limbs around him like a spider monkey, grinding her core into his length as they begin kissing again. After a moment, Harry turns and begins walking them both towards the bedroom, using magical reinforcement taught to him by Lea for exactly this purpose to do so while carrying a full human being in his arms.

Needless to say, they spent the entire night going at it, with some… hairline fractures in Susan's pelvis getting healed lickity-split in the morning.

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After the events of Storm Front, and more importantly in Shirou's mind, the exceptional results of Harry's and Susan's first date, the Sidhe Emperor watches on as his chosen Caster does indeed let Susan know about Lea and his relationship with his fairy godmother. Call it what you will, from Harry rocking Susan's world to Susan just being somewhat sexually free by her very nature, but it ultimately went over with the Supernatural Reporter better than Harry expected.

Namely, Susan even went as far as to say she found it kind of hot, making an off-handed comment about how it kind of sounded like some of the less PG stories about Merlin and the company he kept. Lea had been so pleased with Harry finally branching out, as well as Susan's easy acceptance of his godmother's role in his life, that things had devolved into a threesome. And that threesome had only been the first of many between Harry, his new girlfriend, and his otherworldly fairy godmother.

Alas, it would make for a rather boring story and a rather boring hero if that was Harry's happily ever after. No, Shirou needed his Caster to be forged in the fires of adversity, and while some might say that the start of Harry's life was adversity enough for any man to survive, Shirou knew better.

And so, Fool Moon came without Shirou truly interfering in any meaningful way, the next 'book' in Harry Dresden's life playing out in much the same way except for a few key details. Such as when Murphy finally arrests Harry and makes an off-hand comment about how she should have arrested him weeks ago for indecent exposure when she caught him and his girlfriend going at it in a public park.

Needless to say, Shirou could tell that his chosen Champion had to hold back from asking Karin if she enjoyed the view. The moment was a touch too serious for flirting, after all. Things only escalated from there, until finally when all was said and done, the belts were burned, MacFinn was dead, and pretty much nobody was really left all that happy with the outcome.

It was after all of that that Shirou focused in again and did one little change, nudging a certain woman into Harry and Susan's path as they once again engaged in a bit of indecent exposure.

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"Oh fuck, yes Harry, give it to me."

"You're insatiable, Susan."

"Mmm~"

As Susan claws at the bark of the tree that Harry has her bent over, the tall wizard in turn grips his sexy as fuck girlfriend's hips and drives his dick into her from behind over and over again. Holding onto the tree for dear life, Susan keeps her moans and her praises as quiet as possible, given they're currently in a park late at night, engaging in some very public, very raunchy sex.

It was all Lea's fault, of course. Harry's godmother had a way of exposing what people might most want hidden… such as Susan's exhibitionist fetish. The beautiful Latina reporter had tried so hard to suppress that, had tried to avoid it… but the threesomes with Harry's fairy godmother had only been the start. She LIKED being seen in the throes of ecstasy, she liked the risk of discovery that came with fucking in public like this.

Moaning up a storm, Susan tries to stay quiet, really she does… but in the end she fails, and the sudden third party that joins them nearly causes her to cum on the spot as a familiar voice fills the small clearing.

"I thought I smelt you two fornicating back here. I've been looking for you, Dresden."

Not pulling out of her, but also not thrusting away any more, Harry turns and looks at Tera West, not in the least bit mortified by her arrival, it would seem. Either that or years with Lea as his godmother and sexual teacher had left him with an ironclad poker face.

"Tera. I'm sorry about what happened to your mate."

Scowling, the gorgeous wolf woman shakes her head.

"Not here about him. There was nothing you could have done. Still, if you truly are sorry… then you'll be willing to make it up to me, yeah? How about you two give me at least one good memory from this whole tragic mess and we'll call it even."

The challenging tone she uses makes it obvious she thinks they're going to refuse her. What she would do next, Susan doesn't know… and really has no desire to find out. Turning her flushed face to regard the other woman, the Latina then looks back at Harry and shrugs her shoulders.

"I don't mind."

Harry grins at her as he pulls out, while Tera blinks rapidly. Still, the wolf woman is nothing if not adaptable, and soon enough Susan is leaning back against her tree, touching herself to the sight of Tera locking her legs behind Harry's back and raking her claws down his shoulders and spine as he fucks her up against another tree entirely.

Tera isn't at all inclined to try to keep quiet like Susan did, but luckily her howls are almost animalistic in quality, rather than human-sounding. Hearing a wolf in one of Chicago's parks is more than enough to keep those who might be lurking around from investigating any further, and the three of them aren't interrupted or disturbed throughout Harry's long, hard plowing of Tera West.

Knowing what the other woman has been through, Susan emphasizes with her, she really does. But also, she has to admit… it's so fucking hot watching her fairy-trained boyfriend use all of his sexual talents to take another woman and make her nothing more than puddy in his grasp. Though, Tera is quite solid puddy, refusing to let go of him for even a moment as he draws howling, explosive orgasm after howling, explosive orgasm from her.

Finally, Harry cums inside of her and that appears to be the end of it. If the wolf woman wants a round two, she doesn't ask for it and Harry doesn't offer. They say their goodbyes and he returns to Susan, sliding back into her and distracting them both from the sight of a satisfied Tera West caressing her abdomen with a sad but content smile on her lips.

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Harry and Susan might not have noticed the implications of what had just happened, but Shirou sure did. And more interestingly, he saw that Lea did as well. Curiously, the orders that Shirou had bound Lea in do not force her to tell Harry this immediately, something that he finds rather intriguing. Looking into it, he can tell that she's already coming up with plans on plans in order to get away with not telling her godson what she's learned.

After that night in the park, things calm down for a little while… but not forever, of course. Eventually, the next challenge in Harry's life arrives in the form of the book plot of Grave Peril. However, as Shirou keeps an eye on proceedings, he can't help but note that this is the first 'book' where things truly begin going off the rails.

For one, the Leanansidhe is meant to be side antagonist in this story, what with her canon self's attempts to turn Harry into one of her hounds and the like. In this timeline, the Leanansidhe is bound by her Emperor's orders and can do nothing more than what he's told her to do. That doesn't stop the timeline from trying to maintain itself, exhibiting a bit of self-awareness in some events that it absolutely deems must happen.

For example, instead of the holy sword Amoracchius being defiled by an act of treachery as happened with it in the original timeline, it's something far crasser that leaves it defiled and in Lea's hands. Namely, Harry for the briefest of moments has an idle thought about using it's hilt as a dildo on his lustful, slutty, fairy godmother, just to 'teach her a lesson'.

Needless to say, this is a step too far for the sword, and it flings itself out of his hands, landing at Lea's feet. After giving her godson a giggle and a knowing look, she takes the unintended offering and leaves.

It's at this point that Shirou turns away from the proceedings, more than he already has. While keeping a small smidgen of his attention on Harry and what's happening around him, the Sidhe Emperor instead begins to contemplate whether it's time for Harry to catch a glimpse of him. The perfect time for such a thing to happen IS fast approaching, he supposes… in the form of a certain masquerade that will be thrown by a certain conniving Red Court vampiress soon enough.

Should he stay or should he go? Was it worth approaching Harry at this point in time and giving him a glimpse of the higher powers he would soon be working with? So far, his only relation to the Nevernever had come through Leanansidhe. But Bianca's Masquerade Party would be the perfect time to give Harry a glimpse at the broader world outside of Chicago.

"Hmph. Taking this long just to muse on something? You'll become complacent, much like the golden king during the Fifth War."

Blinking, Shirou looks back in surprise at who's managed to sneak up on him. To be fair, there aren't many that could do so… but Zelretch the Wizard Marshal is without a doubt one of them.

Smirking easily, Zelretch raises an eyebrow at Shirou as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"I've kept tabs, but I must say, you're certainly taking your time. Are you still pursing Avalon?"

Shirou's nostrils flare at that, and greatly insulted, he draws up to his full height as he glares at the Wizard Marshal.

"My every action, my every plan has been toward the goal of reaching Her. Don't you dare question my work."

Zelretch just laughs at that, and ultimately the moment is defused. Shirou can tell that the other dimensional traveler wasn't truly questioning him. And at the same time, if Zelretch doesn't FULLY understand Shirou's plans… all the better.

"Well, that may well be… but you could have been a little more careful, rather than rampaging around like a bowl in a china shop. Especially a china shop where the china comes to life and fights back."

Shirou lifts an eyebrow at that, only for Zelretch to gesture off into the distance.

"You inadvertently sicked this dimension's Outsiders on me with your travel. They were quite the nuisance, though much like china, they all shattered easily enough. Still, I ended up having to burn an entire reality to cinders to finally get them to understand that pursuing me was pointless. Luckily, with the death of what they thought was 'my' reality, they now believe their efforts meaningless."

Taking this in, Shirou actually feels apologetic. He inclines his head in contriteness, but before he can apologize properly, Zelretch is already waving his hand dismissively and assuring him it's fine.

"Ah, don't worry about it. And don't worry about that reality either, it was mostly dead anyways by the time I got around to torching it. The mud got loose; you see."

Shirou did see, though he imagined most wouldn't. Still, it seemed like he did owe the Wizard Marshal something of a favor. And he always did hate being in debt…

"Care to join me for a Masquerade taking place in just a little while? I've received an invitation of course, as have my wives, though these small little ants don't really expect any of us to attend. Yet, they've given me an invitation all the same, as well as the ability to bring along a plus one. What do you say? Care to have fun with the little people for once?"

Zelretch blinks at the offering and thinks it over for half a moment before letting out a bark of laughter.

"Oh-HO! That… actually does sound like a lot of fun. In just a little while, you say? Well then… shall we?"

For beings such as them, time was a funny thing. The Masquerade could be days or weeks or even months away. Between one moment and the next, Shirou and Zelretch have left the Nevernever and arrived in front of Bianca's extravagant mansion right as the party is fully getting underway, the two of them giving each other simple nods before strutting up to the front door, Shirou's invitation in his hand.

At first, no one understands who they are. The doorman takes Shirou's invitation and only goes properly wide-eyed after checking his name is on the list and finding out from that who he actually is. By that time, Shirou and Zelretch are already breezing past, and the announcer at the entrance to the main hall finds himself speaking not of his own accord as their titles flow from his mouth.

"Presenting his Royal Majesty Shirou of the Sidhe Courts! Emperor of Summer and Winter and all of Faerie In-between! King of Air and Darkness, of Life and Light! Vanquisher of Outsiders, and undisputed Ruler of the Nevernever!"

Needless to say, the entire hall is silent by the end of that first introduction. No one expected the Emperor of the Sidhe to actually show up after all. For him to be here… quite a few individuals who thought themselves powerful and capable in their own small ponds are suddenly shaking in their boots at his very presence, including the hostess herself.

But the announcer isn't done quite yet.

"And with him as his guest comes Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg, The Fourth Dead Apostle Ancestor, Wizard Marshal of the Clocktower, Wielder of the Kaleidoscope, as well as Originator of Vampires!"

The poor man at the door only sounds more and more confused as the words are forced from his lips against his will. Taking pity on him, Shirou casts a surreptitious ward of protection that will keep him from being set upon by any vampires in the room who take offense to his words. Can't have them killing the messenger, after all.

Zelretch, meanwhile, just grins wickedly under the gaze of all of the eyes now on him. Everyone was too terrified of Shirou to actually do anything about the claims of course… and more than that, the very fact that the Sidhe Emperor had chosen to attend with Zelretch at his side made those claims potentially true. No one was sure what to do as Shirou and Zelretch moved through the party like a pair of massive prehistoric megalodons moving through an ocean filled with modern day sharks.

Of course, even that wasn't entirely accurate. They were both so much more than that, so much more than even the frightening, terrifyingly powerful facades that they each put on. But, best not to have all of these exceptionally well-dressed monsters pissing and shitting themselves in fear. The smell alone would be atrocious.

As they walk, Shirou sees Lea with Amoracchius and can't help but grow slightly displeased at the mere sight of it. The blade was supposed to be both Caliburn AND Excalibur in this world, as well as a weapon of God. Ultimately, in Shirou's eyes it was just a disappointment all around. The Excalibur of Shirou's branch of creation was a weapon of humanity, containing their dreams of victory and glory over all challenges.

It's impossible not to view Amoracchius as anything more than inferior to that Excalibur, even if he's now added the Holy Sword to his internal, unlimited library of blades.

Luckily, Shirou doesn't have to muse on Amoracchius' inferiority for long before he finds himself accosted by another incredibly inferior being… the night's host. Bianca of the Red Court comes over with an uneasy smile plastered on her face, approaching and curtsying quite lowly once she deems herself close enough. Shirou just watches her with an expression of amusement as she eventually straightens up.

"Emperor Shirou… it is an… understated honor to have someone of your majesty and reach accept the invitation to attend my Masquerade. I confess, I did not think myself worthy of your direct attention."

She's clearly trying to feel out why he's here without pissing him off. Chuckling, Shirou shrugs casually.

"I was bored. And I can approve of the ambition required in sending an invitation to a quaint little party like this to someone like me."

Bianca tries to hide it, but she downright flinches at that. Because Shirou chose his words carefully, using 'CAN approve' rather than saying outright that he DID approve of her sending him an invitation. If he wanted to, he could erase this entire party in the blink of an eye. Technically, the Unseelie Accords protected Bianca and her followers from such a thing. But only technically. The rest of the Red Court would not relish the opportunity to go to war with him and the Nevernever over the simple destruction of Bianca and her mansion.

But alas, that wasn't what Shirou was here for. And, able to feel the eyes of Harry Dresden and his companions on him, Shirou could tell that he'd already achieved what he set out to do by attending this party. His chosen Caster had heard all of his titles and now knew there was an Emperor of the Sidhe. That was effectively, the point of this entire excursion as it were.

But of course, Bianca has to push her luck.

"And… your guest? I must confess, I have never heard of… a Wizard Marshal before."

She tactfully doesn't mention the 'Originator of Vampires' title, probably to avoid having to argue with someone clearly capable of wiping her out with a sneeze. Shirou just chuckles and looks to Zelretch for a moment before coming to a conclusion on how he intends to answer.

"Zelretch here? He's an old friend from a long, long way away. He's just… visiting."

Needless to say, this doesn't tell Bianca anything, and in the end the hostess of this little masquerade party leaves them be, more confused and afraid then when she'd approached. What she expected to happen though, Shirou couldn't say. Still… the events of the evening were a necessary bit of bad time to get the ball rolling on his champion's ascension.

If he and Zelretch stayed around any longer, then they would undoubtedly disturb the plans of all these little mice with their mere presence. No one wanted to try and pull something like Bianca and her cohort had planned tonight when the Emperor of the Sidhe might take offense to it. Which meant, Shirou couldn't be here any longer if he wanted everything to continue on track with Dresden.

Without having to say a word, he can tell Zelretch understands as well. The two of them exit the party shortly, thereafter, leaving a welling of relief in their wake. No one questions why they would leave so early; no one questions anything at all… they just express gratitude to whatever high powers they believe in for his and Zelretch's departure before returning to the festivities.

Of course, before leaving Shirou does one more thing. He acknowledged Lea, pinning the Winter Fae with a single look and freezing her in place with worry before disappearing entirely.

As they return back to that place where Shirou preferred to watch the going ons of his plans and machinations, Zelretch let out a chuckle that ultimately evolved into a full belly laugh.

"You've become quite the schemer, Shirou! Truly, it's exciting to see you in what was never your element when you were still mortal. This is… interesting to say the least."

Shirou inclines his head in acknowledgment at that, smiling ever so slightly.

"Well, you'll be happy to know that your descendants back home are all doing quite well. There are some members of the Clocktower who are very displeased with what's become known as the 'Emiya Block', but what can they do when facing the combined power of the Tohsaka, Matou, Einzbern, and Edelfelt families, aye? Meanwhile, the Fujimura Yakuza make it even harder for them to be challenged, especially in the East. Not to mention those children you had with the Rider of the Fifth War…"

Shirou's smile grows at that, and once again he inclines his head in acknowledgment.

"I'm quite aware. I check in on them from time to time after all. I make sure to be there for every birth and every death."

For the first time since Zelretch had arrived for this visit, the Sidhe Emperor can tell he's caught the Wizard Marshal off guard. Oh sure, Zelretch hides his shock a moment later, almost too fast to tell it was there at all, but there's no denying facts… the Master of Kaleidoscope couldn't always tell when Shirou visited his home reality anymore. His new nature as a Sidhe, as their Emperor, made him all the more slippery.

"This has been fun, Shirou. Keep up the good work and I'm sure you'll achieve your goal of reaching Her eventually."

And then the Wizard Marshal is gone as soon as he arrived, and Shirou lets out a slightly derisive snort before turning back to where his plans are continuing apace below, right alongside 'canon'. His eyes move upon the Masquerade Party where he left his chosen champion. Harry was in a den of vipers and dealing with his girlfriend and godmother being there as well. Needless to say, things were about to get… interesting down below.

Everything actually ends up going fairly close to how it would have without Shirou's existence and interference in the timeline. This might seem odd… if one did not realize by now that Shirou's meddling and interference were to make things follow along as they had in 'canon' just as much with him as they would have without him.

Lea's deal with Susan still comes about thanks to Shirou's nudging. The difference is, the Leanansidhe doesn't intend for Susan's memory loss to be permanent or even that long this go around. When she takes Susan's memories of Harry from her all at once, it's solely because she knows it'll make a great story, and that Harry and Susan will come together all the stronger for it, that Harry will woo Susan all over again and the two of them will finally take that last step and admit that they love each other with all their hearts.

Or so Lea thinks. Of course, then things continue on as Bianca planned them and everything goes rather… off the rails for poor Lea quite fast as the Red Court Vampires force Harry and Michael to violate hospitality rights in order to save a girl and Amoracchius, followed by Susan being taken prisoner by the Red Court and spirited away and Harry burning down Bianca's mansion in pain and anguish.

Everything goes as planned. Not as Lea planned of course… but as Shirou planned. A great hero cannot rise without being forged in the fires of adversity. A lost love is a wonderful thing to long for, and Shirou knows that Harry will go to the ends of the Earth to try and save Susan, and once he finds out about her state, to cure her as well.

That doesn't make anything easier for the Leanansidhe in the meantime though, of course…

-x-X-x-

"Harry, godson, you must know-!"

"What?! I must know what?! You did this, Lea! I don't want you here! Get out of my sight!"

Flinching back, his fairy godmother looks quite upset. But that's perfectly fine, because Harry is pretty fucking upset as well. Everything had gone to shit, and even once all was said and done, he had still gotten the worst of it. They might have saved the girl, they might have saved Amoracchius, but Susan was still gone. And that… that hurt. Especially because Lea had played a part in his last moments with his lover being memoryless and fraught with heartbreak.

"It was never supposed to happen like this. I didn't mean for it to go on very long. It was… it was a prank."

"You tricked her into a deal. You took a year of her memories from her but didn't make it continuous. You took ALL of her memories of me that measured up to a year, all of her memories of our time together! How the hell is that a prank?!"

Lea looks distraught. She looks upset. Harry knows, rationally, that an upset Sidhe is a dangerous thing to be around. But in this moment, he doesn't fucking care. Pointing to the door, he growls.

"Out. I don't want to see you again, godmother. GET OUT!"

Likely feeling the weight of his wards starting to bear down on her, Lea tenses up. She could easily fight the wards and fight him too, and Harry tenses as well, ready to have that battle right here and now, even if he's doomed to lose it. He's all righteous anger and fury, and he's jonesing for a fight. But then, between one moment and the next, she's gone. Lea disappears and Harry slowly relaxes as the wards metaphysically snap shot behind her.

Then, he goes to get Bob, knowing he has to start in on figuring out how to get Susan back asap.

-x-X-x-

Needless to say, the next two years are hard on Shirou's chosen Champion. As Harry searches for a vampirism cure and doesn't find one, Lea tries desperately to get back in his good graces. Unfortunately, Harry has finally come to terms with the fact that his fairy godmother is not human. Obviously he always knew that, but only now is he fully accepting what it means, that Lea doesn't see things from a human point of view… that he allowed himself to get too comfortable with her and it cost him the love of his life.

Of course, thanks to Shirou, Lea couldn't bear to live without her precious godson for too long. Two years was an eternity for the poor dear, and in the end she went back to Harry well before that… and proceeded to leverage their deal to handle her growing obsession. So very eager to get back into Harry's good graces, Lea did everything she could to please him, even debasing herself to him.

But in the end, the Winter Fae found herself so twisted up and obsessed that none of her plans worked. And when the time finally came, when the events of Summer Knight began to play out, Mab showed up and forced Lea to sell her the three major favors she was owed by Harry for practically nothing at all. Sidelined and pushed into the background, the Leanansidhe was left to plot and scheme as the story, Shirou's grand story to make his perfect Caster, continued on without her.

There was a new Winter Fae about to enter Harry's life. One of Shirou's very own leading ladies, at that.

-x-X-x-

"So, you're Harry Dresden. Not much to look at, are you?"

Normally, Harry would provide some sort of pithy remark in response to such a brash insult. But when the insult is delivered by the Queen of Winter herself, one does not trade barbs. Not if one values their life. Swallowing thickly, Harry slowly straightens up to regard the Fae Queen. Mab stands there, looking all too casual… as a newborn Sidhe infant nurses from one of her exposed, stupendous breasts. There really is no other way to describe them.

After… after that fateful night at the Masquerade two years back, Harry had looked into Nevernever and the land of faerie a lot more. He'd wanted to understand why Lea would betray him after so long, and also, he'd wanted to know more about this oddly named Sidhe Emperor. 'Shirou'… that wasn't anything like the other fairy names he'd heard.

In the end, he'd learned a lot. Which was why he didn't find it at al odd that Mab had approached him while breastfeeding a baby. From what practically everyone knew about how the Nevernever operated, the Queens of Winter and Summer spent much of their time either pregnant or taking care of a newborn given to them by their husband the Emperor.

Ignoring both Mab's slight and her baby, Harry bows low instead, swallowing thickly.

"Queen Mab. What can this lowly wizard do for you?"

"A good question, Harry Dresden, a good question indeed. Your godmother sold me three rather large favors that you owed her. I've come to collect on the first."

Harry stiffens as he feels bonds on his magic that he never knew existed until now. Lea had large favors? He remembered the small favors and he remembered how she'd made him pay her back for them, teaching him a lesson with each and every one. But when had he-? No, he knew now. Even as Harry starts to wonder when he could have accrued larger favors, his magic shows him, all while pressing down on him, reminding him of what he owed.

Perhaps the Leanansidhe never intended to collect on those large favors for some reason. But Mab clearly did, and Harry could feel that, could feel the tense magic in the air as a shiver runs down his spine.

"What is your first favor, Queen Mab?"

"You will find the murderer of Ronald Reuel, the Summer Knight. Recover his stolen mantle and return to me with the identity of his killer. I name thee Emissary of Winter, my Emissary in this matter. Do not fail me, Dresden."

And like that, she was gone, not even giving him a chance to say no. Not that he likely could have. The favors that Lea had never even let him know existed are all but strangling him as he tries to resist them, almost like they're attempting to make up for lost time. As soon as Harry resigns himself to doing as Mab requested and fulfilling this, the first of three favors however, the pressure lightens and he's able to breathe again.

Cursing under his breath, Harry turns and immediately begins making his way home. Looked like he had a new case, one that he wanted to get done with as quickly as possible so that he could hopefully get back to what really mattered… finding a cure for Susan's vampiric infection.

-x-X-x-

"Hello, Harry."

Unfortunately, as he enters his home and a familiar voice calls out to him, Harry begins to realize that this isn't going to be easy at all. Nothing ever is for him, but this… this in particular might just be the death of him. Whipping his staff around, he points it at his first ever girlfriend and fellow apprentice under Justin DuMorne, Elaine Mallory.

"Elaine. Thought you were dead."

"Harry, we don't have to fight. I was enthralled by Justin. There was nothing I could have done. He got to me before he went after you, and you were the one who was lucky enough to escape."

"Swear it. Swear it on your magic."

Even as he demands this of her, he's gathering magic in his staff, ready to attack if she so much as hesitates. Elaine, smartly enough, does not.

"I swear it! I swear on my magic that I was enthralled by the Warlock Justin DuMorne and that the enthrallment was only broken on his death at your hands!"

With a grunt, Harry pulls back his staff, not any happier, but no longer actively hostile. What follows is a short explanation from Elaine about why she was there. Namely, she was the Emissary of Summer, his direct counterpart, and she'd hoped to join forces and find Reuel's killer together. Begrudgingly and against his better judgment, Harry finds himself accepting her offer.

Needless to say, what follows is the investigation straight out of hell. First, he goes to Winter itself to have some very tense conversations with some very powerful people. After all, who else deigned to gain the most from the Summer Knight's death then the Winter Court? It didn't quite make sense of course, given Mab herself had been the one to recruit Harry, and there was that teensy matter of Nevernever being ruled by a Sidhe Emperor who had united the Winter and Summer Courts and kept the peace for centuries and centuries… but Winter was still the best place to start.

He didn't learn much, save for that apparently the Emperor was interested in him for some reason. Maeve, the Lady of Winter, had let that tidbit slip while he was questioning her, wondering aloud in his presence just why her Father was so damn interested in Harry. Shortly after, he'd had to flee for his life, even if he was secure in the knowledge that the sadistic Winter Lady hadn't killed Ronald.

Next, he'd gone to Summer and found himself speaking to the Summer Lady, Maeve's counterpart… and half-sister. Aurora had wondered the same thing at him, questioning just like her sister why he was of so much interested to their Father. Needless to say, Harry was beginning to get a little squigged out by all of the 'interest' that incredibly powerful Sidhe were apparently showing in him all of the sudden.

When he got to the Mothers, it was nice that neither of them mentioned a connection between Harry and their son-in-law's interests specifically… but at the same time, they did spend an awkward amount of time speaking of Shirou, of the time before he'd shown up in the Nevernever, and of the time sense. Interestingly enough, the Mothers both seemed to not mind the overwhelmingly powerful Sidhe Emperor all that much. In their eyes, he apparently kept their daughters happy while preventing them from fighting. Though, Mother Winter commented before Harry could leave, they never expected to have quite so many chances at grandchildren.

Needless to say, by the end of it all, Harry has learned far, FAR too much about the Sidhe Emperor's interest in him, the inner workings of the Sidhe Emperor's relationship with his two Queens, and just… so much more than he'd ever wanted to know about the sex lives and baby making capabilities of the three fae who stood at the tippity-top of the Nevernever's hierarchy.

And yet, he still came away with all the information he needed. The Mothers had indeed helped him deduce that the Lady of Summer was the only one capable of stealing the Summer Knight's mantle and disappearing it as she had, and therefore had to be one of his killers. As a reward for his correct deductions, the Mothers gave him a Cloth of Unraveling, as well as their blessings.

Victorious at last, it's around that time that things go sideways like they always tend to for him. He should have seen it coming, really. But he'd actually allowed himself to come to trust Elaine over the course of their investigation, and so when she betrays him and ambushes him, he's not expecting it at all.

What follows is the rantings and ravings of a mad woman as Aurora explains her plans to give Winter the power of the Summer Knight by sacrificing Lily, the Summer fae who'd inadvertently captured Ronald's mantle, on the Stone Table, permanently wrecking the balance between the two Fae Courts. Never mind that Harry was pretty sure that'd fuck up everything, the way Aurora was talking, she seemed to think she was doing everyone a favor or something, and it was like she was acting like her father didn't even exist in his capacity as peace maker and overall counterbalance between her mother and aunt.

At the end of the day, Aurora and the Winter Knight left for the Stone Table and Elaine tried to drown Harry using a spell that he and she had invented TOGETHER. Needless to say, once he'd recognized the spell, he'd easily escaped, finding himself in too dark of a headspace to contemplate whether Elaine meant for him to escape or not. Instead, he's scornful, scoffing at Elaine for thinking that it would even work.

Preparing himself and his allies, he makes his way to the Stone Table. He tells Mab of Aurora's plan. He confronts Aurora at the moment of her machinations coming to fruition and he opens his coat, unleashing an army of pixies armed with steel-bladed box cutters, effectively the deadliest weapons in all the Nevernever thanks to being made of cold iron.

It's then that everything stops. Probably because there's a sudden voice that tells them all to.

"Stop."

It's not just a demand though, nor just a command. The word ripples through the air like a benediction, and everything in the area ceases to move, ceases to so much as blink. Even Queen Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness, is frozen in place as the Emperor of the Sidhe steps out onto the battlefield, as he moves to the Stone Table, walking through the frozen scenery as the only thing capable of movement.

With a sigh, Shirou moves to his daughter, Aurora, and sits her down. With the snap of his fingers, he kills those of her conspirators who are still alive.

"This battle ends now."

Things and beings begin moving again, Harry among them. The army of pixies that he'd gathered, however, suddenly find themselves weaponless and vanished, hopefully dropped elsewhere rather than completely obliterated from existence. Harry knows not which, and honestly doesn't have much time to contemplate it because the next thing he knows, he's staring the Sidhe Emperor himself right in the eye.

"I commend you for all that you have done. You have proven to be quite the investigator, Mr. Dresden. However…"

His tone never changes, remaining soft and velvety and even as he speaks, but the temperature in the area drops like a rock and Harry buckles as he drops to his knees, the Sidhe Emperor's presence too much for him to remain standing.

"… if you ever attempt to kill one of my children again… no matter how valid the reasons… no matter how richly deserved, it will be the last thing you ever do. Do I make myself clear?"

Shivering, choking on his own spit, Harry forces out an answer.

"Y-Yes… y-your M-Majesty…"

Smiling slightly, but still not letting up on the killing intent or the projection of his immense power, the Sidhe Emperor sighs.

"Good. Consider investing in binding spells, Mr. Dresden. The most powerful out there can bind even gods, if one utilizes them properly."

And then, scooping Aurora up into his arms, Shirou takes a step and vanishes into a doorway that wasn't there a moment before and was no longer there a moment later. At this point, everyone is capable of movement once again, and as Harry slowly stands, he finds himself face to face with the Queen of Winter.

"Consider your first favor complete, my Emissary. And… good work. I seem to have a vacancy in my ranks. The Mantle of the Winter Knight is available, should you want it."

Blanching at the idea, Harry hurriedly shakes his head.

"With all due respect, your majesty… HELL no."

Maybe it's just the fact that he just faced down her husband and lived, maybe it's that he knows she has two more favors on him… hell, maybe it's all of those mentions of the Sidhe Emperor having an interest in him, but Harry can't help but be a little irreverent with the Queen of Air and Darkness. Luckily, Mab doesn't swipe his head off his shoulders for his impudence, instead letting out a little titter at his words and turning and leaving without so much as a goodbye.

Shoulders slumping, Harry heads home after that. It's been a long fucking day to be sure, and he's about done with it all. Which is why he very nearly shoots magic first and asks questions later when he finds his godmother waiting for him in his office in the front of his home.

"Wait! Harry, I'm not here to fight. My precious godson… I have a GIFT for you."

He's just opened his mouth to tell her to get out if she's not here to fight, but the way she words that… Harry can't help himself; he's intrigued. And so, the tall wizard follows Lea into the back of his own home, to his own bedroom. His blood is up and his libido… he hasn't slept with anyone besides his obligations to Lea in two years, so he could certainly go for a fuck right now if that's what Lea is about to force him to do.

However, rather than stripping naked and ordering him to ravish her, Lea leads him into his own bedroom… and reveals one Elaine Mallory splayed out on his bed, naked and bound in rope to the four bedposts as she moans through a ball gag, eyes rolling around in her head. Staring at the girl who tried to drown him just a few hours before, Harry stands still for a moment… long enough for Lea to get behind him and run her hands along his chest as she whispers in his ear.

"She's ready for you, Harry. I made sure of it. You'll find her to be the most sensitive, most eager plaything you've ever had… even more sensitive and more eager than me, at that. I'm sure you want your vengeance."

In another timeline, another version of Harry Dresden would have been sickened by the idea that he could ever force himself on a woman. In this timeline, this Harry has not just been raised by Ebenezer, but by the Leanansidhe right alongside him, and his morals are just a little bit laxer. He's still Harry Dresden, that's unchangeable and unmistakable… but even Harry Dresden can have dark, DARK moments.

"… This is a start, godmother. It's a start."

Letting out a squeal of excitement, Lea gives him a hug from behind, before surprising him by pulling back instead of goading him forward.

"I would love to stay of course; you know I would… but I have been instructed to present myself to the Emperor with all due haste. You must start without me, but perhaps I will still be able to join you before you're finished~"

Harry watches his godmother leave rather blankly for a moment, before turning back to Elaine. Moving to her side, he reaches down and removes his first girlfriend's gag, curious to see what the 'eager plaything' has to say. She doesn't disappoint, and his cock begins to harden as she looks at him with eyes that can barely focus and a moan on her lips.

"Harry? Harry, please fuck me. Fuck me like you used to. Oh goooods, I need it so badly Harry. I don't know why, but my body's on fire. Take me! Rock my world! Fuck me-mmph!"

Covering her mouth with a hand, Harry reaches down with the other and begins to play with her body.

"As always, you talk too much Elaine… but that's okay. I've got a few ideas of how we can put that pretty little mouth of yours to use going forward. You'll need training, lots and lots of training… but I think you'll find I was taught by one of the best and I'm MORE than qualified to teach you in turn."

Smirking, he moves his hand off of her body and down to his belt, opening his pants and pulling his erection free. Then, he climbs onto the bed to join his bound and helpless new toy. If Lea did join them before they were done, he wouldn't mind it. More the merrier he supposed. But if she didn't, Harry couldn't have cared less…

-x-X-x-

It's not often that Shirou's Throne Room sees use. The Sidhe Emperor is rather hands off most of the time, and when he DOES get hands-on, it's not like that takes the form of him lounging on his throne, telling others to deliver judgment for him. No, Shirou is a very upfront sort of man, and that translates over to his ruling style. When he needs to lay the smackdown, he prefers to do it out in the field rather than in some ostentatious throne room.

Still, that doesn't mean the throne room and it's throne don't exist. He IS the Emperor of the Sidhe after all, the King of both Winter and Summer, and that requires some form of recognition. The amount of Fae or otherwise who can say to have visited his throne room outside of the Royal Family however can be counted on one hand. The amount of Fae who have gone to Shirou's throne room and lived to speak of it, even less.

And so, it's not surprising that Lea is so nervous when she arrives to answer his summons. As the Leanansidhe steps into the room, Shirou can tell that she's expecting to be punished for something, perhaps Harry's attempt to kill Aurora. However, he can also tell that the Winter Fae is shocked by what she sees waiting for her, her entire body freezing up and her eyes widening at the sight before her.

Shirou sits upon his throne, and to his left and right Mab and Titania stand on either side of him. The Queens of Winter and Summer each have a hand on part of his throne as they stand there posing in the war-like attire they'd both been wearing at the Stone Table, deference to their husband visible in their stances and faces.

Meanwhile, at Shirou's feet, before his throne, Aurora and Maeve are bound in chains. Given what Aurora tried to do, binding the buxom Summer Lady up and shackling her makes a certain sort of sense. One would imagine she would be in the dog house for quite some time for her plot to destroy the balance her father did his part in maintaining.

But then, what reason would Maeve have to be chained up in the exact same way? She didn't play a part in Aurora's little rebellion, right? The Emissary of Winter had in fact absolved her of blame in the Summer Knight's death over the course of his investigation.

When Lea opens her mouth to say whatever it is she might say, Shirou cuts her off, a hand raised and another set of chains identical to the chains holding his daughters lashing out from nowhere to bind her down and imprison her instantly.

She struggles and squeals, before ultimately giving it up as a bad fight. Dragged to the now-conspicuous empty spot between Aurora and Maeve, Lea is forced to her knees, even as Shirou twists his finger and his two daughters are turned as well, all three of them kneeling before him with their heads bowed low.

Leaning forward on his throne, Shirou rests his hands elbows on his knees as he clasps his hands together in front of him.

"Shall we have a talk now, Nemesis? Or did you think I didn't notice?"

There's a pause, and then all three of the bound and shackled Sidhe lift their heads in eerie synchronicity as the entity that's corrupted them all looks at Shirou with anger visible across all three faces.

"Did you think I couldn't see you coming, He Who Walks Beside? Did you think I wouldn't sense you in my daughters?"

Three mouths open, likely to hurdle curses or threats or invectives in his direction, but Shirou silences them all with a wave of his hand, spiraling gags forming in their mouths before Nemesis can get a single word out through their lips.

"No matter. In the end, I let this happen for one reason and one reason only… it benefited me and my girls. I want you to know that Walker. Thanks to your pitiful attempts at undermining the Courts via their Ladies, I can finally give my daughters what they want most in this world."

Eyes widen and after a moment, Aurora and Maeve's faces clear up as they both let out matching wanton moans through their respective gags. The sheer thought of their father finally fucking them after centuries and centuries of being denied is enough for them to break through the direct control that the Walker currently has over them. It helps that he hasn't had enough time to truly worm his way into their Mantles. Just enough to let Shirou do something fun.

Smirking casually, Shirou leans back in his throne, resting his hands on its arms for a brief second before gesturing to his left.

"Mab, take Lea here to Arctis Tor and excise Nemesis the hard way, will you? It's the least that she deserves for falling for a two-bit vampire's trick and getting herself and our daughters infected in the first place."

Mab bows her head at that, a sadistic and cruel smile playing across her face that makes it clear the Winter Queen agrees with her beloved husband wholeheartedly. As she takes hold of the chains and begins dragging Lea back, Shirou looks into the Winter Fae's eyes, able to tell that He Who Walks Beside is still looking through them, even if he's no longer looking through Aurora or Maeve.

"Oh, and Walker! You might think you can worm your way into Dresden without me noticing, but if you think you can possibly corrupt a Starborn in any meaningful way, you have another thing coming. Your touch on the young wizard is of no consequence… every hero has darkness in their stories, after all."

Through the gag in Lea's mouth, the Walker tries his damnedest to roar in rage, though the muffled noise is cut off by the doors to the throne room slamming shut behind them.

With Titania watching on, Shirou lifts a hand and manifests a very specific blade in his grasp. It's been quite a long time since he used Rule Breaker for anything… but if there was ever going to be a use, now was it.

Stepping up to his chained, mewling daughters, he cuts them both gently. More specifically, he cuts their connections from them, using Rule Breaker's special ability to destroy their connections to Nemesis right then and there, excising the infections from their minds and souls before they can grow any worse. Of course, Rule Breaker is somewhat… indiscriminatory. It also cuts their Mantles from them… but then, that's exactly what Shirou is hoping for.

In the moment that the Mantles of Summer and Winter Lady leave his daughters, Shirou reaches out with metaphysical might and grabs hold of them quite tightly. With the authority vested in him by the Mothers of the Courts, as well as the weakening of the Mantles by an unwitting Nemesis, Shirou is finally able to make the changes that Aurora and Maeve has so desperately longed for all this time. Namely, he makes it so that they can finally have sex with one man and one man only… him.

By the time Shirou is done fixing up the two girls, they're both practically vibrating with excitement in their chains, the two Fae Ladies able to feel the changes that their father has made and understand what he is offering them. There's no hard feelings over letting things get as far as they did. For the sake of this, Maeve and Aurora would probably have both been willing to sacrifice a lot more than Shirou did for the sake of finally getting their daddy's big fat cock inside of them. No longer having to wait an eternity for their mothers to finally ascend to Crone Status before they got fucked by their father… that was priceless to the two Fae.

Mab returns to the throne room around the same moment that Shirou removes Prometheus' Chains from his daughters. Before Aurora and Maeve can pounce on their daddy and beg him to rob them both of their virtue right then and there, their two mothers are with them, holding them back and hugging them from behind, whispering sweet nothings into their ears.

"Not here, dear child. Come to the bedroom. The first time should be special."

"Your father took me and Titania on the Stone Table for our first times. Very barbaric, very savage. But you'll get to have your fill of savage and barbaric eventually. For now, to the bed with thee."

And so Maeve and Aurora allow their mothers to carry them to the royal bedchambers despite being practically fully grown in their own right by now. For sure, the two Ladies took after their mothers in the looks department, being only slightly slimmer then the two Queens thanks to their relative youth. When it came to tits, hips, and ass, Maeve and Aurora were just as voluptuous, buxom, and curvaceous as their moms by this point… and downright eager to use their slutty, gorgeous bodies to pleasure their father.

Shirou follows along behind them, and once in the bedroom, smiles and sits back as he watches his wives prepare their firstborns for his cock. All four female Sidhe are stripped bare in no time at all and in unspoken unison, both Titania and Mab proceed to sixty-nine their own daughters, pressing their cunts down on Aurora and Maeve's faces and in turn lowering their own mouths to their daughters' eager pussy lips.

What follows is some deliciously incestuous pussy eating as the two older, more experienced fae proceed to prepare their respective child for Shirou's cock. Said cock can only throb at the sight of the four beautiful, buxom inhuman women engaging in such slutty actions. Slowly, Shirou begins to disrobe as well, discarding his own clothing until he stands there naked.

Tall and broad-shouldered, musclebound but completely hairless below the neck, Shirou truly did cut an impressive figure these days, not least of which because of the Mantle of Emperor of the Sidhe, a Mantle that hadn't existed before he'd shown up and forced it into reality through his sheer will. His cock, long and thick and throbbing, stands at attention as it twitches in the direction of his wives and their girls.

This moment was undeniably a long time coming, there was no doubt about that. Maeve and Aurora belonged to him as surely as Titania and Mab did. The Mothers Winter and Summer could not be said to be the same, they had no real ties to Shirou as his Mantle had come after their ascension to crone… but in this case, the Queens of Summer and Winter would always belong to the Emperor of the Sidhe. And now, thanks to Shirou's tweaking of their mantles, the Ladies of Summer and Winter would be able to have sex and even have children with their Emperor as well, a loophole that would allow them to experience such pleasure even before they ascended to Queen as well.

Eventually, after making their daughters cum multiple times apiece upon their tongues, Titania and Mab pull back and proceed to splay Aurora and Maeve on the bed in sexy, provocative poses. Reaching down and using their fingers to spread their respective daughter's pussy lips, showing off their untouched, gushing wet virgin holes to Shirou, they both set out to try and cajole their husband into fucking THEIR daughter first.

"Aurora is ready for you, Shirou. The Lady of Summer, eager to be taken and claimed by her doting father."

"Maeve would be the better to go first, don't you think? She's a naughty thing, our Winter Lady, but I'm sure one long helping of her daddy's dick inside of her tight virgin cunt will mellow her out. It certainly worked on me~"

Shaking his head as he strides up to the bed, Shirou chuckles as he looks between his wives and his firstborn daughters.

"Long ago, I took Mab before Titania… now, I will take Maeve before Aurora. As it stands, out of these two, I think we both know which one has been naughtiest. Consider having to wait her turn to be Aurora's punishment for how swiftly she gave in to the Adversary's wiles."

Chagrined, Titania looks down at her shame-faced daughter, muttering under her breath that her husband was 'more than generous' in light of Aurora's transgressions. It was easy to forget all that had occurred less than a day ago when they were all about to engage in passionate coitus, but nevertheless, Aurora had fucked up quite massively. If it wasn't for Shirou, Titania would be mourning a dead daughter right now, killed by cold iron wielded by an army of pixies who had in turn been armed by her sister's Emissary for the express purpose of murder.

In the end, Mab is all frosty smug smiles as Shirou moves between her daughter's legs. Maeve swallows hard, trying to put on the same smug exterior as her mother but ultimately failing to properly convey her Winter Lady persona when her daddy's big fat dick was finally coming up towards her virgin pussy lips. Smacking his cock down on her cunt, Shirou slides back and forth for a little bit, rubbing his bulbous dick tip against her clit and grinding on her entrance without actually entering for a brief few seconds.

Inevitably, Maeve breaks down and lets out a pitiful whine as she squirms beneath her father, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"Pleeeeease, daddy! Please slam it in! Make my belly swell like mother's does so very often! I want it! I want your cock; I want to carry your babies!"

Shirou smiles down at his daughter dotingly, reaching out to caress Maeve's cheek for a moment.

"It's a promise, sweetheart."

And then he thrusts in, his cock barreling down her tight yet so very accepting quim. Her pussy might be virginal, but it's also sopping wet and incredibly slick, leaving Shirou to fill her up in one single thrust with his thick fat cock. As her virginity gives way for him, as he takes and claims her purity for his own, the Winter Lady's eyes roll back in her skull and her tongue lolls out of her mouth as she explosively orgasms around his cock.

There's no denying that finally getting impaled on her daddy's cock and the knowledge that she's actually going to be pregnant with his child by the end of the night almost breaks her mind with lust right on the spot. It's what the buxom young beauty has wanted for so damn long… but she manages to keep her wits about her just barely, her eyes rolling forward again and staring up at her father with intense love and adoration as she moans wantonly and wraps her legs around his waist, trying to pull him into her all the deeper.

Off to the side, Aurora watches this exchange takes place and cums right alongside her sister, moaning as she orgasms just from the mere SIGHT of Maeve finally getting what they were both so very desperate for. A moment later and Aurora is struggling against her mother to try and reach her father and sister, desperate to be more of a part of it, eager for more physicality.

Unfortunately, this is Aurora's punishment, possibly one of the harshest punishments one could imagine if they'd asked the Summer Lady for her opinion on what would be most torturous to her personally. In the end, Mab and Titania end up kissing their daughters to silence their shrieks and babbling, while at the same time enjoying the taste of their sweet, sweet firstborn's saliva on their tongues as they wrestle them into submission.

With such a gorgeous view, as well his daughter's no longer virgin cunt gripping so tightly around his cock, it's only a matter of time before Shirou finally thrusts forward one final time and proceeds to cum inside of Maeve. With how they were, with how he was, there was absolutely no doubt that that would do it, that she was going to wind up pregnant from the very first load he deposited in her womb.

After millennia of edging, after spending so damn long lusting after her daddy but being denied at every turn… the act of finally being bred well and truly by her father sends Maeve over the edge and breaks her for the time being, leaving her twitching and with a fucked silly expression on her face as Shirou pulls out of her.

Seeing this, Titania finally releases her daughter, and Aurora immediately propels herself over to her dad. Rather than trying to jump in, knowing that would fail, she instead turns around and drops her face to the bed, lifting her ass high in the air as she moans happily and wiggles her fat ass in front of his cock.

"Punish me daddy! Take me like you did Maeve! But make it hurt! I want it to hurt!"

Out of his two daughters, Shirou might have expected Maeve to be the one with a hidden masochistic fetish to go alongside her sadistic tendencies. But Aurora is clearly ashamed for allowing Nemesis to control her, for allowing him to influence her. And so, Shirou gives her what she wants, slamming home into her waiting virgin cunt from behind and gripping her fat ass with both hands as he begins to fuck her hard and fast.

He takes her doggystyle as opposed to the mating press he claimed Maeve in, while also adding some smacks to her heart-shaped bottom here and there, not letting up for even a moment as he spanks her and 'punishes' her just as she's begged.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Yes! Yes daddy, harder daddy!"

Seeing Titania looking on, Shirou nods to her and watches as the Summer Queen moves in front of her daughter's face and drags Aurora's mouth to her cunt. Soon enough, the two of them are spit-roasting their firstborn child between them, not that Aurora is at all a child anymore. As beautiful and buxom as her mother, her body jiggles and bounces in all the right places as Shirou fucks her from behind and Titania moans while getting eaten out by her enthusiastic tongue.

Meanwhile, not to be left out, Mab moves into a sixty-nine over Maeve again, eating out her daughter's cunt while the mind-broken Winter Lady instinctively and lustfully begins to slurp and slobber at her mother's own waiting, dripping quim. Finally, Aurora reaches out and curls her fingers through one of Maeve's hands, the two sisters connecting one another by that contact as their dreams all finally come true.

When Shirou finally sinks his cock inside of Aurora one more time and fills her with his seed like he did Maeve, it breaks her just as it did her sister. Millennia of edging, centuries upon centuries of jonesing for their daddy's cock… neither of the two Fae Ladies were ready for it when they finally got what they so desperately wanted.

Slumping face forward down on the bed, Aurora and Maeve remain side by side, completely out of it as their daddy's seed leaks from their respective cunts in copious amounts. But that doesn't mean Shirou is done yet… far from it. After all, Mab and Titania had just given birth about a month before, leaving their own bellies empty and their wombs positively aching to be pumped full once more.

"Us next, dear husband."

"ME next, I think you mean! I should get to go first!"

"No, me!"

Laughing as the two try to one up one another, even beginning to offer up various amounts of their other daughters to be bred now that the door has been opened thanks to Maeve and Aurora finally getting what they wanted, Shirou shakes his head with a rueful smile. Gathering Mab and Titania to him, he gives each of them a long, deep, tongue-filled kiss, effectively silencing them as they melt into his arms.

"I love you; I love you; I love you."

The message, to both of them and thrice said, reverberates through the room as he looks them both in the eye.

"You don't need to one up each other, dears. We'll make an event of breeding all of our of-age daughters at once, alright? For now, you're all I need while our eldest sleep off their first times."

Soon enough, he has the two sisters on their sides, hugging each other and moaning as they kiss deeply and passionately. His cock spears into one of them and then the other as the Queens of Summer and Winter, originally destined to be at each other's throats for all eternity, instead find themselves in a loving embrace all thanks to Shirou's arrival at the dawn of their coronation. With their legs draped over each of his shoulders, Shirou grabs and squeezes at different parts of their buxom, voluptuous bodies as he fucks them practically at the same time.

All's well that ends well with his family. Unknowingly, Nemesis had given him quite the easy way to get everything he wanted and to alter the ancient Mantles of Summer and Winter that rested on his firstborn daughters. Now, without it's influence to ruin things further, Dresden would be able to focus on other matters entirely.

All according to Shirou's plans…

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