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HP transmigrated into Domeric Bolton (GOT and HP crossover)

Harry Potter dies at the age of 28 in an accident by falling through the Veil. His soul travels through dimensions and end up in the body of 7 year old Domeric Bolton who recently died due to a horse accident. Plus, If you like my work and want to support me, then please do so at- patreon.com/ankit1 Upto 100 additional chapters in Patreon.

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Chapter 275

Some time later.

"…the giant apes were the worst." He told her, feeling content with the cuddling in the after sex.

"Were they as large as the giants we have here?" she asked as she slowly massaged his chest.

He did not know where she had learned to do that but he enjoyed it immensely and let his own hand roam across her body as well.

"Larger." He replied.

"How large?" she asked.

"About twice the size of the shorter giants we have."

Her hand roaming across his chest stopped and she gazed at him incredulously.

"And you fought them?" she asked.

"No I did not." Even when he had wanted to fight them.

Animals like them couldn't grow as large as they did without having a great amount of magic to support their body structure.

If nothing else, their blood alone would have been a powerful ingredient for any potions or magical ink he tries to make in the future.

Not to mention that their pitch black eyes and red pupil also intrigued him, even if they creeped him out just the same.

"They were scary as fuck." He said. Though that was mostly because of his flashbacks.

He never did properly get over his fear of the giants.

And no, not the giants of this world. The giants of 'his' world who were twice as large, 10 times uglier and 100 times more prone to violence.

Why the ICW even allowed them to exist was beyond his comprehension.

"If someone like you, who does not even fear the White Walkers, feared those giant apes, then they must be rather scary." She said.

"You have no idea." He told her. Not mentioning that he did fear The White Walkers a fair bit as well. And if he had to choose between a White Walker and a Giant Ape as his enemy, then he would definitely choose the Giant Ape. Because despite their size, White Walkers were definitely more deadly. Probably… Maybe?

"You brought back the Wyverns though. So that counts as a success. Right?"

"Yes." He replied "Though it still remains to be seen if a warg could control a Wyvern or not. If they could, then that would be a huge advantage for us."

"If they can't?" she asked.

He shrugged "Then I suppose I'll get some more fresh magical ingredients from the Wyverns. Who knows, their meat might even be tasty."

She giggled at his words. He loved when she did that. Especially when she was cuddling next to him with her breast on his chest.

Her hand roaming around his abs came across an obstruction and she stopped and looked up at him.

"Again?" she asked.

He smirked and took hold of her beautiful red hair.

"Yes. Again. Now be a good bitch and take me like you're born to do."

She frowned, never really having properly understood the concept of 'dirty talk' but indulging him all the same.

He scoffed and pushed her on her knees and hands and climbed on top of her.

"The Dothraki always take their women this way." He told her as he slowly slipped inside her slippery and wet folds with some of his seed still leaking out of her hole.

He pulled on her hair and pounded into her with each word "Must get boring for them. After a while. But I can understand the joy… of taking a woman like this."

They continued this well into the night until both of them were too tired to continue and fell asleep in each other's embrace.

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