79 The thunderbird's lair

// THIS IS AN OLD CHAPTER. THE NEW CHAPTERS ARE IN VOLUME 2. YOU CAN READ THESE CHAPTERS IF YOU WANT SOME INSIGHT ON WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN LATER BUT SOME EVENTS CAN BE DIFFERENT BETWEEN THE OLD AND NEW CHAPTERS.

The sun is crushing in this part of the world, the landscape is filled with immense flat tray crossed by enormous pillars of rock perpendicular to the ground. A heavy red sand seems to cover this part of the country. I think I hate this corner of the world.

Mr Borgin told me that one of the keepers of the thunderbirds reserve was ready to let me capture one in their nesting area for the sum of 350,000 Galleons, luckily business is booming for the moment with the release of my last three inventions. It was enough to tell my mother that I needed the money for rare materials in great quantity, so that she gave it to me without arguing. It was more or less obvious in the family that everything I touched turned to gold.

I hope my guide won't be too late, I've been waiting for him for an hour in the middle of the desert. To think that I am paying a fortune and that I am taking a considerable risk for someone who is not there on time. I took the same appearance as the one I use to go shopping in the famous black magic shop, but my white skin captures the sun's rays too well for my tastes.

A cloud of dust is heading in my direction, concentrating my vision, I see that it is a 4x4. As it arrives near me, it brakes, creating a cloud of dust at the same time.

When the driver gets out of the vehicle, I come across a Native American Lara Croft. She wore a gray sleeveless t-shirt with a sleeveless jacket covered with pockets, khaki shorts and a pair of rangers. Her long black hair hung down her back.

"Are you the collector?"

"And I take it you are my guide?"

"Mr Borgin told me you were rich, not stupid. Why did you come in town clothes?"

"Well, I thought we could just Apparate in the nest, capture one and go back?"

"And trigger all the detection spells at the same time? No, we're going to have to do part of the way on foot and a bit of climbing if we want to reach the nests without being spotted." It's true that I should have thought about this possibility. Luckily, I have so many clothes and items in my suitcase that I am prepared for any situation.

"All I have to do is change then."

"Here?" I was about to get into my suitcase to change, but her reaction made me change my mind.

"Yes, the ground is flat for miles, where do you want me to go to change? I'm not shy, feel free to examine the goods."

I take off my shirt, revealing my abs and fairly broad shoulders. My guide turns around, but I can see her glance at me, especially when I find myself in my underwear, revealing the shape of my dick. After rummaging through my suitcase, I find a white tank top and beige shorts with good walking shoes.

"It's okay, we can go." She walks forward without looking at me, and I have the impression that she blushes a little, it's harder to tell with her red skin.

She wants us to travel most of the way in silence so that she can concentrate and possibly hear the arrival of a patrol. But she also gives me the benefit of her knowledge when she has the opportunity.

"In the desert water points are rare but we can use cactus to fill our gourds." She cuts off a small piece of the cactus, just enough to see the heart of it without damaging it too much.

"Why not just conjure water?"

"Rare are wizards powerful enough to conjure water in a desert. The air is too dry, there isn't even enough moisture to collect to fill a thimble. And all the cactus juice are not safe to drink, some have hallucinogenic effects. Therefore, we use a spell to just collect the water inside. Plantaqua "She makes a movement of her wand and a thin stream of water escapes from the cactus to fill her gourd.

"Why have I never heard of such a practical spell?"

"For the same reason that I do not know the spell that conjures water. It is not possible in the middle of the desert without moisture and harvesting water from plants is not useful in a place where water is everywhere. "

"That kind of make sense."

We resume our journey; I begin to distinguish rather rudimentary detection spells that my guide makes us avoid. We arrive at the foot of an enormous stone peak above which many clouds are forming. I hope it won't take too much time, it is getting dark.

"From here, we're in thunderbirds territory, we'll have to be very discreet until we get to the top."

"They're not going to attack us?"

"Normally no. If you don't provoke them, they don't attack humans. We come from time to time with the keepers to feed them if the local herds are too far away or we bring them water in times of drought. There is a cave in the side of the mountain a little higher up where we can spend the night. "

We start to climb. Even if it is the first time that I climb a mountain, my reflexes and my strength make the task easy, my guide as for her is used to the climb.

Suddenly, we hear a bird's cry, which distracts my partner who loses her hold and falls. I catch her with my hand, stopping her fall and I hug her to keep her from falling, I feel her breast against my chest, and it doesn't take anything else for the Beast to wake up.

"I'm so sorry, I slipped and I… thank you."

"You're welcome."

We resume our ascent to arrive at the cave just in time to see the last rays of sun explode on the horizon.

We put up sleeping bags and I pull up some dead bushes on the mountainside to make a fire. Night has now fallen, and we are only warmed by the light of the small fire in front of us.

"You didn't tell me your name." She breaks the silence that reigned until then.

"Because you didn't ask me, I thought you preferred to remain anonymous. You can call me Lucas if you want."

"In that case, call me Chenoa."

"Nice to meet you Chenoa." She smiles. "Without wanting to be intrusive, what is a bright young keeper like you doing helping a rare animal collector like me." Her smile fades immediately replaced by sadness in her eyes.

"I need money fast. I have a little brother with a curse that turns him into a horse and to reduce the symptoms he needs certain potions, but they cost a fortune and since my parents died, I have my back against a wall. " She gives me a weak smile.

"And then, I would be surprised if you would come, lose yourself in the desert and spend a fortune just to have a new pet to display in your living room."

"No, of course, it's not for something as stupid as exposing it. I need it but I don't know why yet, I might find a reason to use their powers when the time is right."

"In anticipation of the future then?"

"Something like that."

Chenoa gives a little cry of pain "are you okay?"

"It's my foot, it hurts."

"Let me see, I have some knowledge of healing magic."

I take off her shoe and notice a stain of blood on her sock. When I remove it, there is a superficial cut that bleeds a bit.

"It's just a cut, I'm going to clean and close the wound."

I take out my gourd and pour water on the wound to remove the sand, and then, I run my wand along the cut, a warm green light similar to the color of the leaves full of life is escaping from it. In a few seconds, nothing remains of the wound. I grab her foot and start massaging the sole, pressing on the different pressure points that I memorized from the book Stryga send me for Christmas.

"Oh yeah, keep going, it's so good." The Beast begins to roar inside me more and more insistently, a smell of musk is spreading in the room as I continue my massage.

Chenoa gets up and dumped me on the ground, crushing her lips on mine, we begin to remove our clothes when she takes out her wand and draws a luminal symbol above her pubis. Then she looks at me surprised.

"Why are you not casting the precautionary spell?"

"The what spell?" Does this kind of spell exist?

"The precautionary spell. So that I don't get pregnant or get sick. Weren't you taught that in school?"

"Ah sorry to disappoint you but that's not the kind of thing you learn at Hogwarts, usually when a boy and a girl want to get laid, we buy a temporary sterility potion."

"Do you still use that old method?" She lies on my stomach while her pussy strokes my penis from the outside with little back and forth movements. "We quit when we realized that the effects were more than temporary if the ingredients weren't fresh. And then spells allow more ... creativity." She draws a small symbol with her wand on my pubis.

"tempus masculum infecunditate" The spell activates, and I feel heat at the base of my penis. She grabs it and pushe it into her already wet vagina. I place my hands on her hips, pushing myself deeper into her. I stifle her moans of pleasure by appropriating her mouth. I grab one of her firm, round breasts, and play with her nipple with my thumb before nibbling it with the tips of my teeth.

Her vagina squeezes and she come; her face transformed with ecstasy as her body crashes into mine. However, I'm not finished yet. I lay her on her back in the missionary position.

"Second round?" She smiles and kisses me, wrapping her legs around my waist.