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After the Rebirth

Something caught in Harry's throat as he looked upon the home of the Dark Elves. The giant white castle rose proudly into the skies, the white color shone brightly in stark contrast to the charred skin of its people. The spires rose far beyond the cloudless skies and bloomed like the tranquil obsidian roses which the people coveted so dearly.

He had never stood inside those hallowed halls. His eyes had never besmirched its beauty for he had never been this close. He had only ever stood in their lands twice. The first time he had felt the grass dance between his toes as his feet dug themselves into the soft earth, the smell of the trees in Brocéliande filled his nostrils. It was there his vision had first been graced by the visage of Amorpha.

There, deep within the forest, on a bed spun of Elderwood, their bodies had united and the forest around them sung as they made… love… yes, love… for love it was. For however short a moment, their two souls had sung in unity and they had expressed all they could to one another in their embrace.

The second time he smelled the trees and felt the earth, he had paid the price for his failure. His honor stripped from him due to his own foolishness. A price steeper than he could ever imagine was demanded and he had consented without thought.

Now, here, today, he was presenting all that he was, all he would be and all he could be to his Queen. He would leave it with her to determine his future, whatever he would have one with his love or if he was once more doomed to serve alone. He turned and looked upon her, the woman he loved. Her beautifully rosy lips parted as she gaped at the magnificence of the castle.

He smiled to himself. Though she was furious at the price and would fight it, he could not help but smile warmly at her astonishment. She had been the supporting pillar in his life for many years after they met, he still remembered the day as if it was yesterday. Two confused people, staring down one another as a fire burned around them, it was almost symbolic of how their life together would become. Fiery.

Grasping her hand in his, he braved a smile as he began guiding her towards the gates. Even from afar the darkness of the Dark Elven armor pierced through the light and clearly displayed to all who would pass by, here was nothing for you to gain, and only death awaits those who would strike at our heart.

A lesson, he realized, the goblins had learned long ago with painful repercussions.

The guards made no movement to stop them, they not even as much as looked upon their forms as the gates parted and the innermost sanctum of the Dark Elven people was revealed to them. Through the gates stood a dark elf. He was dressed in a silvery suit and looked upon them with welcoming eyes. No words were spoken as he gestured for them to follow.

The castle was beyond description. Artwork of countless civilizations, current and long forgotten, hung on the walls. Portraits of great minds and legendary heroes stood out to the two young magicals. One image in particular caught their interest. It was a man sitting in a plain dark green robe. He sat in a plain wooden chair that seemed to be regular oak. His hair, short and ghostly white, was slightly obscured by the hood he had half pulled over his head. His jaw was pointy and his nose, crooked from birth, helped frame his square face. Though it was the eyes that drew their attention the most, electric blue eyes that, even in the still painting, brimmed with power and ferocity that neither child had known in their two lives.

Lowering their eyes to the plaque underneath, gasps of surprise escaped both at what was written.

Father of the Queen, Myrddin Emrys

To one of them, it fit strangely, with what little he knew of the Dark Elves. Certainly there had been humans, dwarfs, goblins, centaurs, dryads and many other races that had been part of the royal family. To claim that the Dark Elven genes were strong would never do it justice. As far as history had proven, anyone who either sires or bears a child with a Dark Elf will produce a Dark Elven child.

"Is it really him?" There was a shiver in her voice, fear, or perhaps awe; he had a hard time telling.

"I won't doubt it," his own tone shaky, "There have never been much concrete information about Merlin, so perhaps this would explain why his grave lies within the forest."

Their guide coughed and, with an annoyed expression, gestured them to follow him once again. Clearly they had caused some sort of delay that their attendant had wished to avoid. So they continued down the halls, mesmerized by the sights they were privy too. There were many things that Harry began watching for, particularly he was searching for an image of someone, a woman. Someone whom had silently guided him along before he was given a second chance.

"We are here." The annoyance had clearly not left the attendant as he gestured to a large set of doors leading into a closed room.

Steeling their nerves, the two grabbed a handle each and pushed upon the door. It felt as if they made of feathers, gliding open into a magnificent sitting room. There, sitting in a lavish purple chair at the other side of the room, sat Amorpha, Queen of the Dark Elves. Though it was not the visage that Harry had witnessed upon his return, gone was the ten feet tall embodiment of power, and in its place sat the woman whom had conquered his heart for a single, beautiful moment in time.

Gone was the silver transparent sash that had presented her lustful body in all its glory, in its place was a long, flowing dark maroon dress that reached far beyond the mere chair she so lazily sat in. It was, seemingly, held up by nothing but the Queen's voluminous breasts as it cut off teasingly, displaying the faintest silhouette of her dark gray areola. Her long slender neck, so invitingly kissable, ran long into her beautiful face, which in turn brought all attention to her crimson eyes, and the piercing gaze that saw right to your soul.

A gaze that was aimed at the two of them.

The silence was heavy. The only sound going through the room was the sound of the two humans breathing. For the longest time there was no reaction, Amorpha didn't move or speak, her cold gaze swept over them repeatedly. Assessing them.

The groaning sound of the cushion echoed uncomfortably through the room as Amorpha stood. Her long dress seemed to shrink slowly, growing ever shorter until it stopped just a few inches over her ankles, revealing her bare feet. There was no sound as she took short measured steps towards her two guests, her chest bouncing with each footfall.

She stopped just a few feet from them and her gaze softened. Slowly her lips parted as if she would speak, only for more silence to spread through the room. Neither of the two could react as Harry's body began changing against his will. The spell he had used just a few days prior taking hold over him and transforming him from a frail eleven year old, into the durable form of his 25 year old self.

Vanessa tried to speak, wishing to express her surprise over what she had just seen. Only to find that her mouth was not obeying her commands, neither was any other part of her body. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Amorpha's mouth move once again, only now it seemed directed towards her. Her eyes bulged and she felt like vomiting as the spell hit her. The feeling her limps growing and her muscles tearing and reforming along with her bones were almost unbearable.

Finally she felt like she had regained a small amount of control, at least over her head. She looked down and recognized her own 25 year old body. At first she was quite happy, ecstatic even, over having her older body back, until she saw the way Amorpha was looking at her. When the Queen was gazing at Harry, it was soft, loving, like a daughter would look upon her father. When she looked at her… it was lecherous, sexy and predatory.

She wanted to move, run or flee as Amorpha took two steps and stopped before her. The two were the same height now and the crimson orbs of the Queen drilled into her mind, stripping every defense she thought she had and her entire life and existence was laid bare before the Dark Elven Queen. She felt dirty and violated as the Queen glided through her mind as if she was taking a stroll. Her every dark secret and perverted desire brought to the edge of her mind.

When she felt a breeze pick up through the room she looked down to see herself bare as the day she was born, her pink puffy nipples standing erect and the feeling of excitement sliding down her warm thighs. She wanted to scream and yell! Just do something as Amorpha's hand slowly rose and squeezed her breast, but her body was completely immobilized, it was like somebody had but her under and overpowered body bind. All she could do was watch as the Queen squeezed her soft mounds, as if she was evaluating her. Her lips forced themselves apart to let a moan escape as she felt two fingers running over her wet labia. Her teeth clenched as she tried to stop the pleasurable scream that threatened to escape when she felt the long warm tongue of the Queen circle her nipple. She turned her head to look pleading towards her fiancé, begging him with her eyes to make her stop, only for her eyes to widen at what she saw.

Harry stood stock still, his skin paler than she had ever seen it before, sweat practically pouring off him. His muscles strained, almost as if he was fighting all he could against whatever was restraining him. His eyes kept looking towards her, an inferno of rage burning hotter than she had ever seen before.

Her head was forced to look forward again, courtesy of the slender fingers gripping it. For a second she made eye contact with Amorpha, then she felt something soft against her lips. Her mind was raging and cursing over the way her knees were wobbling and the moans that escaped her, she didn't want to enjoy this! Finally her worst fear was realized when she felt the two fingers that, until now, had only been moving in a gentle rhythm over her moisture, part her inner lips and slide along her inner walls. She cried into Amorpha's mouth and wanted to do nothing more but bite off that infernal tongue that was doing unspeakable pleasures to her mouth. The rhythmic pounding of the Queen's fingers inside her soon made her reach her peak and her toes curled and her mouth was finally free to lead out her orgasmic scream as her juices sprayed over the floor. Her legs gave up and she fell to the ground as her body stopped shaking and her pulse lowered after her orgasmic high.

No longer under the bind of the spell, Vanessa's tears rolled freely as her cries of anger and guilt echoed through the room. When she could finally see through the tears, all she saw was a careless Queen looking at her wet fingers, before that long greedy tongue snaked out through those perfect lips and took a long sweet taste of her excitement.

Then those crimson orbs once more zeroed in on her and all the anger, guilt and pleasure she had felt vanished into nothingness, fear completely overtaking her every sense.

"Do you see my power?" the voice was like silk washing over her body, threatening to reignite her sex, "do you understand that within these walls, every thought, every idea and every move is made known to me?" Vanessa felt her limbs forced apart until she laid with her legs and arms spread to the side. "I could do more… I could make you watch as I took what I wished from your love," to punctuate her words, Amorpha stripped Harry of his clothes, "I could make you watch as I thrust myself upon him, forcing sounds from him that only I know he can make." Then her dress began shrinking again, it didn't stop until Amorpha was wearing nothing more but a loose fitting top. "Or I could make you pleasure me, make you bend to my every whim." Amorpha accentuated this by lowering her dripping sex within inches of Vanessa's mouth. "Or…" The dress vanished completely and its place fiery red armor seemed to grow from her skin, Vanessa could only watch in horror as an armored hand grabbed the sides of her jaw and hefted her off the ground. "I could rip you apart, make you endure things so horrible that you would beg for death." Slowly she was lowered to the ground, her legs surprisingly supporting her to stand. "And you thought you could come in here and demand something of me?!" Amorpha's voice finally reached a pitch that befitted her, now clearly visible, rage.

Vanessa shivered as a cold armored gauntlet landed on her stomach, right over her uterus. "Simply because you will carry my future husband," armored nails dug into her skin, "and trust me, you will, whatever you wish to or not. Does not mean that you can demand anything from me, girl. You were clearly under the delusion that I had suggested to Harry that you two had a choice in the matter. So let me be completely clear. You will carry the next Prince Consort of the Dark Elves. Even if I have to force Harry's cock into your quivering cunt and squeeze the semen from his balls. You. Will. Carry. The. Child!"

Vanessa looked just as a pale as Harry now, if not even more so. Her every thought was of fear, her every instinct telling her to obey anything this woman in front of her was saying or face death. How could Harry speak of this woman with such reverence, such compassion… such love? Finally she managed to nod weakly through the binding spell.

Amorpha's armor slowly began bleeding away, the crimson liquid dripping from her body and seemingly getting absorbed by the castle itself until all there was left was a long, flowy maroon dress hugging Amorpha's body once again. Amorpha flicked her hand lazily and the two fell to the ground. Harry was by Vanessa's side before she could utter a sound and pulled her into an embrace. The warmth of her love's body against her own helped to calm her, but the tears fell regardless. Never before had Vanessa felt so… useless… so weak… so helpless.

"Now with that taken care of and established. What brings you to my castle, oh future parents of my husband?" the sarcasm was clear and dripped like honey from her every word.

Vanessa couldn't muster herself to answer, and Harry… Harry was shaking with rage. He relinquished the hold on his love and stood, clothes forming on his person as he did. His emerald eyes locked with his Queen's crimson orbs, raw unbridled fury spilling from him. He reached for Thymea only for his Queen to raise her hand.

"Not you." She stated plainly. "I know what you came for." She had waved with her hand as she spoke and a dark elven woman had stepped into the chamber, she was wearing a plain white vest with matching leather pants, her bare feet barely made any sound as she walked next to Harry. "Hela will take you to the library, there you can find the information you need. We shall discuss this… Voldemort… and his blatant defilement of Soul Magic at a later date." With those words she dismissed them both.

He wanted to stay, every part of his being screamed for him to protect his intended. But that small part of his mind that functioned only on logic told him to leave, to not test his Queen on this. He felt his legs beginning to move on their own, undoubtedly because he did not do so on his own in time. The last thing he heard before the doors to the sitting room closed shut behind him was Vanessa being sat in a chair and the words of his Queen rang through his mind, scorching like a thousand suns;

"We have much to discuss my dear…"