Future Interlude Pt. 1 (Roleplay Fun)

(A/N: Set in the indeterminate future of the story, after Harry has killed Voldemort.)

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Harry wakes up slowly, feeling surprisingly well-rested. Surprising, because he knows immediately that he's not in his bed. At least he's also not dressed in his normal nightclothes. That is to say, nothing. Standing slowly, Harry furrows his brow in confusion as he looks down at himself. Rather than naked, as he normally sleeps, he's dressed instead like… Conan the Barbarian? That's the character that jumps immediately to mind, as Hermione had just gotten done showing him and the rest of the girls that movie last night.

This was… hm, Harry couldn't help but flex just a little. Damn but he pulled off the barbarian look well. His cock, flaccid, still bulged out his loincloth a little bit, but not overly much. Just enough to be ever so slightly noticeable. The rest of his body, beyond the loincloth and some leather footwraps, is completely uncovered, his muscles glistening and bulging in the morning light.

Really though, what WERE those girls playing at? Glancing around a bit, rather than at himself, reveals several things in quick succession. First of all, he's actually right outside Potter Manor. Only a few dozen feet away. That… is the only thing that seems familiar in all of his surroundings. The Potter lands stretched out across acres upon acres of territory, and most of it was untamed… but this? The things he was seeing weren't from the untamed wildlife he remembered.

Either he and the Potter Manor had been teleported somewhere, or… well, in the end Harry didn't have to come up with an 'or' did he? While looking around, not only had he found the Potter Manor in the near-distance, he'd also located some 'gear' much closer to him. Letting out an amused, put-upon sigh, Harry strides over to the mock sword resting atop a wooden shield on the ground only a few feet away. Atop both the sword and shield is a letter from the looks of things, a piece of folded up parchment.

Snatching it up, Harry unfolds the parchment and his eyes quickly begin to track across the page as he reads exactly what he's supposed to be doing. Its written in ye old English and what not, and clearly designed to be some sort of quest for help. Supposedly, the land that Harry now 'finds himself in' is being assaulted by monsters, invaded even, and its up to him, the Hero, to find the source of that Monster Invasion.

Reading between the lines, Harry gets the idea quickly enough. Kinky Roleplay Time. Which meant he and Potter Manor hadn't actually been transported anywhere. These were still the Potter Lands, just transfigured to look like something right out of a fantasy universe. Harry couldn't help but be impressed, even as he tossed the letter away and reached down to pick up his sword and shield. With his shield easily slung on his back and his sword held in his hand, Harry turns in the direct opposite direction of Potter Manor, towards the 'first zone'.

The letter hadn't been too detailed on what his full itinerary was supposed to be. It told him to stop the Monster Invasion at its 'source' and it told him that he would find the first of the answers he sought in the Forest. Well, there was only one Forest around from what Harry could see. With an exasperated roll of his eyes and an amused smile on his face, Harry headed in that direction, striding across the land with purpose in his step.

After all, even if he didn't have his wand, he was still one of the few people in the world that could boast a true connection to Magic. It infused his every step, his every action. He very well might have been the strongest human the world over. In that way, Harry supposed he surpassed Conan the Barbarian. But for now, he was going to play the game that his girls had made for him. He was sure they'd made something quite enjoyable.

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"You! Intruder! Daring to invade my forest, daring to hurt my pretties!"

Harry lifts an eyebrow as he turns around, pulling his sword free of the latest monster he'd 'killed'. As before, this one bursts into particles easily, proving that it wasn't really anything living. After all, his sword wasn't even metal. It wouldn't have worked on something that wasn't part of the 'game'. Though, while the floating bird-woman before him was certainly part of the game, Harry suspected she was different from the others.

Mostly because he could definitely make out Alicia's features from where he stood, even as the dark-skinned woman flapped her wings, seeming to have turned herself into a harpy for this little roleplaying game. She looked quite spectacular, Harry had to admit. With feathers atop her head and talons for legs, as well as wings in place of normal arms. Her wing arms end in claws rather than fingers… and yet she's still distinctly female.

Grinning ferally, Harry hefts his sword and shield as he takes up what he imagines to be a combat stance of sorts.

"And just who are you supposed to be? This is your forest, huh? Don't suppose you can tell me the source of the Monster Invasion?"

The harpy gives a sort of squawking scoff, sounding immensely indignant as if Harry has ruffled her feathers with his question.

"I am Alicia the Harpy! This forest is under my protection! And honestly, you didn't really think it'd be that easy, did you?"

Harry chuckles at her almost-break in character, shaking his head in the negative.

"No, no I didn't. Well, I'm invading your territory, Alicia the Harpy. And I ain't leaving without answers. So, what're you going to do about it?"

Alicia's eyes go wide and her nostrils flare in rage. A moment later, the harpy swoops down with a cry, aiming to put her leg talons right through Harry from the look of things. With a grunt, Harry rolls to the side, knowing that neither his sword nor his shield would help here. While he knew none of his girls would ever truly injure him, he also knew that THEY knew he was incredibly durable. This playfighting could get a helluva a lot more serious than most without Harry taking too much in the way of lasting damage.

But that didn't mean he liked the pain. Tossing his mock weaponry away, Harry rises to his feet and takes up an unarmed stance. Alicia the Harpy lets out victorious cry at seeing him supposedly 'defenseless, and she darts in again for another pass. This time Harry doesn't roll away, he simply slips to the side, Alicia's talons coming within half an inch of clawing his bared flesh, even as Harry snaps a big hand out and wraps his fingers around one of Alicia's legs.

The harpy lets out an indignant squawk as her forward motion is abruptly arrested, and then she cries out in honest pain when Harry slams her face down into the ground and pins her here. Unluckily for her, Harry knows how durable his girls are as well. He wouldn't let them go out to play without making sure each and every one of them was protected by his magic. Thus, Alicia the Harpy squirms and squeals beneath him, but they both know she's not in any real pain.

As evidenced by the fact that her cries turn to immediate moans when Harry reaches out and grabs her delicious, feathery behind with both hands, gripping and squeezing her tight little ass with his fingers.

"O-Oh! Oh n-no, you know your M-Monster Lore! A-Ah, despite our swiftness and o-our agility, harpies are immensely weak t-to big, b-burly men! Noooo!!!"

Her words are… Harry can't help but snort in amusement, though he doesn't stop playing with her butt cheeks, even as Alicia's flapping wing-arms stop after a moment and she just lays there, still squirming and writhing in his grasp, but no longer trying to get away. Harry hadn't had to use much 'Monster Lore' for this. More like, he'd used 'Alicia Lore'. After all, if there was any one woman among his girls that could be called a hot little anal slut… it would be Alicia Spinnet.

Not that this was Alicia Spinnet right now. THIS was Alicia the Harpy… but Harry figured the same logic still applied. With a smirk on his face as his loincloth tents, Harry continues to hold down the moaning harpy, even as he slides his thumb between her butt cheeks, right up to her sphincter. To his surprise, she's already lubed up back there. What a little slut. A chuckle leaves his throat, much to Alicia's embarrassment, and she whines needily as she rubs her ass back in his direction.

"So your weakness is Big Burly Men, huh?"

"Oooh, y-yes… I can't… I can't fight back anymore, n-now that you have me, mm, captured…"

Grinning, Harry pushes his thumb deeper into the lubed-up sphincter, the digit slipping inside of Alicia without much difficulty, even as the harpy squawks and then moans all over again.

"You sure your weakness isn't anal instead?"

A whimper is the only response Harry gets, the harpy beneath him seeming beyond words already. With another chuckle, Harry reaches back with his free hand and slips aside his loin cloth, revealing his thick, fat, hardening cock to the open air. A moment later, he's pushing the massive dick tip of his rod in between Alicia's pert little butt cheeks, much to the harpy's shock and trepidation as she whines and squirms beneath him all the harder.

Not that the 'Monster' is really trying to escape him, Harry can tell that right off the bat. And when his member finally begins to fill Alicia's slick, loosened back door, Harry groans as Alicia moans wantonly, like a bitch in heat instead of the Avian Menace she's pretending to be. Inch after inch of his cock sinks into Alicia the Harpy's asshole, inch after inch of his dick disappearing into her bowels. Its tight, even if the passage is easy, and Harry immensely enjoys the feeling of her inner walls clenching down on him. Alicia's butt muscles acknowledge his length like its an old friend, her body not quite understanding the game that they're playing, trained as it is to instinctively respond to him.

That's fine for both of them though, from what Harry can see. The whole 'fighting' thing had ended quickly, but if Alicia minds, she's certainly not saying anything. Instead, the witch, transformed into a harpy, is beginning to actively push her hips back towards him as best she can, even with him still sitting on her legs and pinning her down.

With that same grin on his face as before, Harry begins to move, sliding in and out of Alicia's asshole, even as he grips her butt cheeks with both hands once more. Kneading and groping and outright mauling her ass to his heart's content as he fucks her back door with increasing strength gives Harry no end of pleasure. Alicia certainly enjoys it as well, and it's not long before the harpy cries out in both a familiar and unfamiliar way.

There's a certain bird-like quality this time around to Alicia's usual orgasm voice, and Harry can't help but enjoy that, appreciating just how much work his girls have put into this whole thing. Such good sluts, such delicious, horny, naughty little sluts. He was going to have his way with each and every one of them, but for now Harry focused solely on the one before him, the harpy squirming beneath him.

"Y-Yes! Yes Hero! Yes, fuck me Hero! Fuck my naughty ass, fuck it, fuck it, fuck iiiiiit!!!"

Well, Alicia certainly sounded enthusiastic. Harry was happy to oblige her though, his big, fat cock splitting her tight little behind open around it as he thrust forward again and again and again. It doesn't take long for her second orgasm to arrive. Or her third, or her fourth. In fact, as Harry continues to butt fuck the 'monster girl', the time between her climaxes becomes shorter and shorter, until she's almost constantly crying out in that bird-like, slightly melodic voice of hers.

It's clear that she didn't go with the over the top, incredibly annoying harpy voice that most of those creatures had in fiction. Instead, she, or perhaps one of the other girls, has altered her voice to be more like that of a canary… and Harry can't deny that he absolutely loves making Alicia sing. The more he fucks her, the louder the harpy gets.

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