Part 50

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Gathering her thoughts, Nymphadora left her room and headed towards the master bedroom.Stopping in front of the door and hearing another voluptuous moan, the metamorphine stopped. Among the voices outside the door, the girl recognised not only the voices of Harry and her mother, but the voice of Aunt Bella.

- Well, that was to be expected," Nymphadora whispered quietly, then knocked on the door. As soon as she did, the orgy in the room stopped and the door opened.

Entering the bedroom, the metamorphine saw the trio lying on the bed and covered by a blanket. Whereas his ladies covered up to their shoulders, Harry only covered his bottom, leaving his torso exposed. Andromeda and Bellatrix snuggled up to their master on both sides.

- Mum, Harry, Aunt Bella, I think it's time we had a serious talk - Nymphadora entered the room and sat down in the chair opposite the bed, looking intently at the three lovers.

- All right, but let's go to the right room," the young man said, getting up from the bed.

Tonks tried to turn away so she wouldn't see the nakedness of her mother and Aunt Bella, who also hurried to get up after Harry. As expected the boy got dressed first, but his mistresses were slow. The two sexy sorceresses stood in front of Potter as if conspired, slowly and leisurely dressing. At the same time, the sisters looked at the boy with very eloquent languid glances.

Tonks, who was sitting on the armchair, tried not to notice how her mother was looking at Harry like a ravenous cat. The girl, thanks to the efforts of the psychologists, was not so hot-tempered anymore, so she didn't have to throw a tantrum right there. Still, the excessive length of time it took to dress Andromeda and Bellatrix, made Nymphadora hurry them up.

- Mum. Aunt Bella, maybe you should dress faster - looking at the two underwear-clad sorceresses, crossed her arms on her chest, said the violet-haired metamorphine.

- All right, niece, but I... - what Bellatrix wanted to say next remained unknown, for Andromeda lightly shoved her sister in the side. The brown-haired wizard had already dressed and only the brunette was still flaunting her underwear. Once everyone was dressed, Harry led the ladies to his private study, which was not far from the bedroom where he had been having fun with the two Black sisters a few minutes earlier.

Once in the study, Harry and the ladies sat down in the armchairs and an important conversation began.

- So Mum, I want to know how long you and Harry started sleeping together? - Looking intently at Andromeda, the metamorphine said.

- 'About three months ago. Nymphadora, you must realise that your father hasn't been paying attention to me for a long time, concentrating on his mistress. And from the looks of it, he wasn't looking for you either. And Harry has given me a pleasure that Ted would never have given me. And being in Harry's harem doesn't really scare me. I'm ready to share with my new sisters," Andromeda said, while Harry and Bella remained silent.

- Harry, how many ladies are in your harem besides Mum and Aunt Bella?" Tonks asked, turning towards the boy.

- Here's the list - holding out a sheet with the names of his champions, Harry replied. The guy had made this list a couple of months ago.

Nymphadora read the list and only now she realised that the notebook she had earlier was not the only one.

- So you were the Shadow Raven?

- Yes, and you were Lady Meta?

- Yes.

As she continued to study Harry's list, Nymphadora felt a little dumbfounded. The girl's eyes were wide open.

- Are you seriously fucking the goddess of death? - Nymphadora said, putting the list aside.

- Yes," Harry answered honestly, "And she likes it, too. Don't you think so, Helochka?

- Of course, my master - immediately the above goddess of death, dressed in green underwear, appeared in the room out of the greenish smoke. The Asgardian woman ignored the three Midgardian sorceresses and brazenly climbed onto the boy's lap and lightly rubbed her thighs together.

- Lord, maybe we can play Asgardian and Midgardian - languidly whispered the black-haired beauty, not caring at all about propriety.

- A little later, but in the meantime you could leave us alone, can't you see I'm busy?" Harry said, slapping Hela's bottom lightly.

- As you wish, my master," she whispered languidly and was about to leave when she noticed Tonks sitting across from her.

- Master, do you want another Midgardian in your harem? - The goddess of death asked, looking at the metamorphine appraisingly.

-No- Harry and Tonks said at the same time.

- Nymphadora is not here for that. And now you may be free to go," Potter turned to Hela, looking at her intently.

- Of course master - she replied and quickly disappeared into the dark greenish flames. Once the black-haired goddess of death was gone, Tonks could breathe freely.

- I don't even know what to say to all this," Nymphadora said after Hela had gone.

- Well, it's Hela, so don't mind her," Harry replied slyly, "Bella, go see how the others are doing.

- Yes, lord - replied the black-haired witch and quickly left the room, leaving Harry, Andromeda and Nymphadora alone.

- Well I understand mum why you decided that and I don't judge you. The important thing is that you're happy. But I don't intend to keep you too long Harry. I've decided to go to the magical part of Russia. I can start a new life there," Tonks said.

- Thank you for making my decision, Nymphadora. It's important to me. Well, it's your decision, but let me help you with the move, I have a few contacts at the Russian embassy," Andromeda said, then looked at Harry.

- Well Andi, talk to Tonks as much as you need to - realising that mother and daughter needed to be alone, Harry got up from his chair and headed for the exit. But before reaching the door he stopped and looked at the two wizards and said:

- As soon as you finish your conversation, I'll be at the beach.

Leaving mother and daughter alone, Harry left the room and headed for the ground floor of his mansion.

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On the golden coloured beach, there were several girls lying on sun loungers. Emma, Natasha, Wanda, Mitra, Bastila and Visas. The last two really tried to stay away from each other. After their master had rescued Miraluka, the champions began to help Visas settle on Earth, familiarising her with local traditions and culture. But the relationship between Visas and Bastila clearly left a lot to be desired. The brown-haired Jedi was very stubborn and stubborn. That's why she was suspicious of Marr. Not a day went by that Bastila and Visas didn't clash over anything of importance.

No matter how hard Mitra tried to talk some sense into Shan, it was still there. The brown-haired girl continued to bend her line and listened to no one. So soon all of Harry's ladies were shunning Bastila. Only Mithras tried to reason with her.

Lying on a chaise longue away from the others, Shan looked away and showed that she was pouting at Surik like a mouse on a croup. The girl ignored the conversations of the other ladies.

- That's what they found in this Miraluka, she reeks of the Dark Side of the Force a mile away. I don't trust her," Bastila whispered quietly.

- Master--suddenly there was a chorus of cheers from the other ladies. Bastila turned her head and saw Harry, who had approached the girls and was talking to them about something. Soon Mitra joined the conversation.

Noticing this, Bastila abruptly got up from the lounger and walked away towards the hill with palm trees. Shan's departure did not go unnoticed by Harry.

- 'Mitra, can you explain to me what this is all about? You and Bastila have been living on my island for quite some time, and she still hasn't established a proper relationship with anyone. And now I find out she's snapping at Visas.

- You see, Harry, Bastila has a very complicated personality. It's hard for her to get along with anyone. As far as I know, she comes from a family of treasure hunters. She's clearly taken her temper from her father, even though she was raised in the Order. The masters who trained her also made Bastila's character what it is today. But deep down, she is a vulnerable and sensual person who needs someone strong to follow her. But because of her stubbornness, Bastila will never admit it," Surik said, looking towards the departing Shan.

- Well, I think I should talk to her," Harry turned and followed Bastila.

- Master, let me come with you," Visas ran up to him.

- No, that is highly unwise. You'd better stay with Mitra and my champions. I don't want you and Bastila to fight again.

- As you command lord - bowed respectfully and said the miraluka.

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Sitting on the sand, Bastila wrapped her arms around her legs and simply stared into the distance, admiring the seascape. The sound of the waves was soothing to the brown-haired Jedi.

- May I sit down? - Harry's voice came soon after.

- No - without looking at the boy replied the stubborn girl. But he sat down next to her anyway.

- Bastila, I want to know what your problem is. You don't get along with anyone on this island. And I've heard about your rejection of Visas. It's got to stop.

- It's none of your business, I don't want to socialise with your-" Bastila wanted to continue, but quickly stopped talking. As soon as she looked into Harry's eyes, she hesitated.

- I can't, no," the shawl jumped to her feet and tried to walk away. She felt the Force pulling her towards this mage, but Shan was stubborn.

- Bastila, let me help you," Harry took the shawl's hand and said. A warm wave swept over Shan as her hand made contact with Potter's.

- I..." staring into the wizard's green eyes, Bastila literally drowned in them.

- I only want to help you," the boy said, stepping closer to the girl. There was silence for a while. Bastila stared at Harry as if hypnotised, feeling the Force demanding active action from her.

"Bastila, we are not droids to give up our feelings and emotions," Mithra's phrase, which Surik had often repeated to her, suddenly came to mind.

For a while there was a struggle going on inside Shan and it was evident in her eyes. Harry didn't do anything about it yet, silently looking at the beautiful brown-haired Jedi girl.

- I'm not a droid - Bastila whispered quietly, clearly having made an important decision.

- What?" questioned Harry. However, the answer was answered in a completely different way. Bastila snuggled up to him and placed a gentle kiss on Harry's lips.

The kiss was timid at first, but gradually became more and more heated. Bastila overcame her stubbornness and surrendered to the will of the Force. The brown-haired girl clung tighter to the boy.

Realising that the girl would not break free, Harry gently wrapped his arms around Bastila's waist and began to respond to her kiss.

Standing under a tall palm tree, Harry and Bastila continued to kiss uncontrollably, with the boy's hands soon resting on the girl's soft buttocks. Natasha, Emma, Mitra and the other members of the harem, who were watching the couple from a respectful distance, smiled as Bastila and Harry kissed passionately.