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Tales From the Modern Incubus | Part 20*

Summary: THE RITUAL - Harry does what he was born to do and Y/n finally sees his demonic form which is beautiful and frightening.

A/n: Remember, this is demon/incubus!Harry, so there may be some triggering topics. Please read all warnings in the TFMI Masterlist before continuing. This is all just smut really so be warned. 5k words

Warning: Smut, religious themes, talks of demonic powers, talk of blood, biting, sacreligious prayer, pain kink, breeding kink

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Harry had you lie on the bed at the center. He stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at you with a grin that would have looked evil to anyone not aware of what was going on. His demon features were beginning to surface. His face was shadowed, his eyes were black, and you swore when he licked his lips his tongue looked like it had been dipped in blood. Harry’s breaths were deep and animalistic, reminding you of the rattled breaths from Satan. He appeared taller, and then when he threw his head back and lifted his arms he began to speak Enochian in a voice not his own. Or at least a voice you hadn’t heard come from him before.

It startled you at first, the way his voice was guttural and reverberated deeply around him. He didn’t sound human. But of course, Harry wasn’t human. Not fully. The tattoos on his body looked as if they were beginning to glow and you realized that blood was dripping from the edges of his mouth as he moved his lips.

Harry’s black wings appeared suddenly, taking up the space around him and nearly reaching the high ceiling. A steamy cloud in grey floated above him and began to disperse toward your space on the bed. The cloud hovered and Harry’s chanting grew darker and louder and the sound of thunder rattled the windows and shook the bed.

You kept your eyes on Harry as he grew large. The glowing tattoos glittered and his teeth looked sharp, maybe like something you’d imagine a vampire’s teeth to look like.

You tried to take a breath but you realized his chant and the ritual he had begun placed you in a trance. You were aware but you were unable to speak or breathe or blink. Your lungs felt like they needed air but then you felt your limbs begin to tingle.

Without even seeing Harry move he was suddenly above you, his face inches from yours and his once dark eyes were now red like his mouth full of blood. You weren’t scared but you were in awe. His body had grown and his wings were larger than the bed you were on. A tale behind him whipped to the side and the steamy fog that had floated over your body had now taken up the space of the ceiling completely so that all you could see was the cloudy grey fog above.

Harry was beautiful. Breathtaking. You now could see it with your own eyes that he was part of a lineage of angels and demons that were created to be perfect. But you couldn’t voice this to him. You were stuck. You were unable to move.

Harry’s voice filled your head, “You’re perfect,” he said without moving his mouth. And you were compelled to part your lips with your eyes locked on his. You held your mouth open and the blood in Harry’s mouth was poured into your own. It tasted like metal and burnt wood. Without even swallowing the liquid drew down your throat and into your tummy and Harry’s hand grasped your jaw.

You realized his nails were digging into your skin when you felt the pinch of it, but it only made you more excited. His mouth dropped to your neck and you felt his sharp teeth puncture your skin and he pulled at your flesh to drink your blood.

The feeling of it made you dizzy, woozy, hot, aroused. Your head was filled with images of snakes slithering in and out of a circle of mud and then you saw an angel in white and a demon in black on either side of the circle of wet earth. They were chanting the same thing Harry had been. The grey sky above was a cloud that began to lower and thunder shook the ground.

When Harry removed his mouth from your neck your head cleared and you saw him again, above you but it felt like a dream. He began to move down your body and his wings folded back into his spine with a crunching echo. Harry’s nails gently scraped your flesh as he lowered himself. He never removed his eyes from yours.

Unable to move or breathe or speak you watched him as he placed his big palms over your tummy and continued his incantation. You knew the words he was speaking were a summons of fertility and protection. You could feel your heart pounding and your body reacted to his touch and his words with need and desire.

Harry’s gaze remained locked on yours when he brought his hands down over your hips and then to the warmest, softest spot between your legs, his chants slowing and softening.

You felt your insides heat up and burn when he pushed his fingers into your entrance and the bed shook, the deafening sound of thunder crashing around you. Harry’s fingers were inside of you and you could feel the sting of his nails dragging through you at the same time that you felt the pressure of your orgasm. It was as if you went from being aroused to being penetrated, and in mere seconds an orgasm was about to burst from your veins. It was not like anything you’d ever experienced but your body was not in your control. Harry was the master of you at that moment. He was willing an orgasm out of you. But you allowed it. You’d given him permission and full control of your body and its response.

The lava that filled your lungs and your veins and your insides began to surge out of your body and into Harry’s hand. You couldn’t moan or shout or reach for him for grounding as you came with a burst of light and thunder shaking the world. Your eyes went dark and you saw a creature in your vision. He had three heads and he held a book. One of the heads cried in sorrow, the other laughed maniacally, and the third recited from the book he held and watched you intently.

Shaken back to your present you opened your eyes and Harry was in his normal form, the one you’d been used to, and sat in between your legs naked and watching you silently. The room was calm and noiseless. The fog was gone. The sound of thunder had disappeared and now you could breathe, pulling air into your lungs, and feel your heart pounding in your chest.

“Harry?” You spoke with a shaky breath and Harry smiled as he leaned over you and kissed you hard. You pulled your arms up and around his back and he cupped your face, holding your head close to him.

Harry broke from the kiss and delicately rubbed a thumb over your face, “You’re okay. I needed to call on the spirits to watch, to witness what I’m going to do to you. They’re here but you can’t see them anymore. Are you ready, my love?”

You nodded. You knew that this would be part of the ritual. Harry had prepared you for it beforehand. He explained you’d see things that didn’t make sense and his form would change and then that during the performance you’d be watched as he filled you with his fertile seed and made you pregnant.

Harry moved back down your body and put his face right over your labia, licking upward and closed his eyes, “Praise be to The Almighty for his creation, this heady essence,” he looked at you and kissed your pussy before licking into your crease again and continuing his prayer of thanks, “Thanks to God for this willing soul and body to home the heir of an incubus. The womb of my choice before me is a gift,” another lick of his tongue into your arousal coating his mouth, “one I will happily receive and will complete my duty to maintain the balance The Almighty has required. Praise and thanks are due to God, The Almighty for making this creation. Amen.”

You scrunched your brow as you looked at Harry. Praying to God?

Harry grinned as he saw the look on your face, “Why not? He is the creator. It’s because of him that this is possible at all. Your body,” Harry spoke in a raspy voice as he smoothed his hands up from your thighs to your hips, “your womb… these tits,” he brushed the tips of his fingers over the peeks of your nipples, “the breath in your lungs, the pout on these lips,” he lowered his mouth to kiss yours before situating himself between your legs, “this very moment, your need, your smell, your soul… it’s all here for me to defile. Praise God,” Harry laughed at his sacrilegious spiel. You laughed.

“Shall we begin?” Harry spoke as he hovered over you, positioning your body under him with his cock pressed at your opening.

You nodded and Harry kept his eyes on yours as he finally pushed his bulbous crown into your entrance, his plunge inward slicing into your walls and pushing them apart with his big demon cock. You gasped at the same time Harry did. And you knew this was it. Harry would need to put on a bit of a show for the spirits who were present. It was part of the ancient promise he made long ago and something he rather enjoyed doing. But now, being able to do it with you would be something inexplicable. He was ready to fuck his heir into you, to answer his calling.

Harry groaned deeply as he began to stuff himself into you further. His big cock was overwhelming your insides. You always knew he was big and he always felt big inside of you but you never had trouble taking him. But now, the width and his length felt even more sizable. You weren’t sure if his cock was actually larger or if that was just part of how it felt to be on the receiving end of the impregnation ritual.

You cried out when his cock slipped out then he forced it back in. Your body jolted upward and Harry repeated his heavy thrusts. Over and over again your body was rocked upward and the bed, which was sturdy and seemed like it wouldn’t be easily moved, was shaking and dipping under Harry’s intense pounding. It felt like you’d split in two.

You were wet in a way that seemed impossible, though, and it created a slippery hole for Harry’s big cock. Your body was enjoying the intrusion, the way you were being spread apart, the ache, the pinch of pain.

Harry’s muscles flexed and his body worked his prick in and out of you with astonishing strength. Your mind wandered for a moment to what a human woman would have felt when Harry was doing this. It must have been far more painful because if you were feeling the pain, certainly a human woman would feel it much worse. And you enjoyed a bit of pain.

You sucked in a sharp breath when Harry slowed his movement after grinding himself in so deep you felt it in your stomach. He watched himself disappear into you and the way your pussy gripped around him. It was beautiful. He groaned in a laugh, “Look at this. See how you take it.”

You pushed yourself up to look down at where you were connected and you gasped in surprise, your eyes widening. You looked up to Harry’s face and then back down to where his cock was moving into you. He was bigger. His cock was so large and you looked so small in comparison.

“It’s so big. Why?” You moaned your words as Harry filled you with his fleshy and thick cock over and over again.

Harry brought a hand down to your pussy and pressed his fingers to your labia where you were gripping him as he slicked himself inward, “It just happens. When it’s time for my semen to enter a womb it makes my cock swell and grow. Even more than it does normally.”

“Oohh… it’s so thick…” you cooed looking from where his dick was shiny and covered in you up to his face, “… this is what it looks like when you breed someone?”

Harry groaned and moved his hands upward to your tits, “Yes. Fuck baby… gonna fill you up and breed your cunt.”

You keened at his words and the way he felt moving into you. You imagined yourself carrying Harry’s heir. Your heir. Your belly would grow and you’d become a mom.

You’d be a mother to a baby. A mother.

You suddenly felt the tiniest bit of worry. You knew what you were getting into but at that moment, things were very real. Harry was going to get you pregnant. The ritual had begun, but that didn’t mean your mind didn’t wander.

Harry slowed down a little and repositioned so he was laying over your body, his face inches above yours. He put his hands up and cradled the back of your head and sloppily pushed in and pulled back with languid and slow strokes.

“Y/n… I can hear those doubts. But I love you. You're my mate. My only one. I will do everything I can to make this perfect for you. I’ll serve you,” he poked deep into your insides as he continued, “I’ll worship you, take care of everything you need and want. You won’t have to lift a single finger,” the noise of Harry’s heavy prick grinding into you squelched as he continued gently rocking into you, “You’re my whole world. My queen. My angel,” he looked down at you as he spoke, “Don’t worry about anything… my little lemon love,” he gasped a breath at how his cock was squeezed and coated by you.

You laughed at his use of the nickname and nodded, “I love you, Harry. This feels so good… ahhhh…” you lifted your head upward to connect your lips to Harry’s. You wanted to feel him on your mouth and in your pussy at the same time. His tongue licking into your mouth, and his cock thrusting through your walls.

Harry moaned into your sweet mouth. He was in his element. This was when his incubus nature could really shine. He would fuck you over and over and over again this night. He would come inside of you many times and impregnate you.

Normally, during the ritual, he’d fuck and come once. It was all that was required. But sometimes, he felt like he needed to really solidify his ability and soothe his urge. There were times in the past when a female was particularly enticing and her smell was too delicious to just have one time during impregnation. Harry had a primal side afterall. He’d been fucking since the middle stone ages. Things were different then and his experiences had evolved over time. Back then he didn’t take a lot of time or care to impregnate. But as he aged and learned and humanity influenced him in his quest he realized he’d been missing out on the way it could be a joy to impregnate. Especially certain women.

Some women would get the full experience, others would just get pregnant. But Harry loved showing women a good time during the ritual. He liked giving pleasure, he learned. Because the response was much better and it fed his ego. He liked being good at what he did.

And with you, well there was no question about what kind of experience he’d give you. Not only could you handle him better than any human, but he was also obsessed with you and your scent and he loved making you come. Because he felt it when you came. Having an orgasm with his bonded mate was something on a different level. He felt your orgasm in his body and you felt his. There was nothing like it. Nothing.

He'd been having sex for thousands of years but you were the first he’d experienced bonded sex with and it changed him the first time he felt it. If he thought he was obsessed with sex before, it was nothing like what he needed now. But it was you he was obsessed with.

And you did feel so deeply for him and you knew it was different. This was going to change everything but you could set aside your worry because Harry would be with you in this.

The lights in the chandelier began to flicker and the room became thick with his scent and yours. Your senses were suddenly on fire. Every single movement that Harry made was felt and you sensed his body and the pleasure coursing through his veins searing into your own. The increased speed of his thrusts had you coughing out grunts when he rammed in deeply.

“Oh! Harry! I’m… fuck!” Your stomach boiled and your slickness was drenching everything under you. Harry set his eyes on yours and the look on his face was lust and love and need.

“Feel it, my love. Feel yourself open up to allow your body to accept getting filled with my sperm. It’s coming… My cock is pushing you open,” Harry grunted his words and moaned loudly, deeply.

You felt something being stuffed behind your head and opened your eyes again, Harry had angled you upward so you could see it. So you could watch as he filled you up and very moment you’d become pregnant. He didn’t need to say that’s what he was doing. You could hear his filthy thoughts.

You watched the carnal act happening between your legs. Everything was wet. The hair at the base of Harry’s dick was drenched in you, the sound of his cock sinking into you, the way cool air hit your bum and pussy when Harry reared back for a moment before burying himself back in… and the scent. Your sense of smell had always been very good but you loved the way you smelled when you were turned on mixed with Harry’s sweat.

Harry was huffing and grunting as he rutted into you. You could feel his orgasm approaching just as yours was. You gasped at the ache it caused you, he was holding it back so he could come with you and the hint of pain in his balls could be felt inside of you.

“Ah… fuck Harry, I’m coming…” you whined as you felt your pussy pulse and grip around his thick cock and Harry wailed out loudly as he finally poured his seed into you. He didn’t stop his heavy thrusts as he spurted hot come into your body, ramming himself in as deeply as he could go, coating your insides and shivering with the feel of your orgasm and his mixed in blissfully.

You felt like your heart stopped beating as you came. Your insides opened for him and your walls swallowed all that he gave you. The thick air choked your lungs and you cried out Harry’s name over and over again as if the words were oxygen for you.

When Harry couldn’t continue stuffing himself into you any deeper he stilled his hips and his labored breathing was heard in the room. You were spent. But it wasn’t over yet.

The orgasm was the beginning of the impregnation ritual. Now Harry’s cock would stay inside of you, keeping his seed pressed deeply in, his slit would continue to leak more come as your body drank it in. He explained to you that it would come after the orgasm.

Harry lowered himself over you and took your hand in his, moving your arm upward and bending it at the elbow, and kissed your lips. His cock was still hard and you could feel him continuing to pulse and twitch inside of you as he continued to drain himself. You could feel Harry’s ecstasy the whole time. He’d already come but his body was still experiencing the euphoria of the orgasm as his body released everything into you.

His hot mouth covered yours as he licked and kissed you. He squeezed your hand and brought his other hand under your head with his lips still on you.

It was simply erotic and intimate. There could be no other way to describe the moments that followed your orgasms. You were both reeling from the deliciousness but still connected and still in the moment. Still feeling everything around and inside of you.

“You’re gonna be a mommy, Y/n…” Harry spoke against your lips in a deep voice before he continued kissing you wetly.

You moaned and scratched your fingers down the expanse of his back with your free hand. You were gonna be a mom. Harry’s sperm would fill you up and impregnate you. Soon you’d be carrying his heir. Your heir.

Suddenly the lights that had been flickering went out and the row of candles over the mantle of the fireplace was all that was left to light the room.

You felt wind surround your body and Harry’s and then a low howl sounded in the room before the lights came back on and the room was still and quiet.

Harry backed away from the kiss and looked down at you with a soft smile and lidded eyes, “Baby… how do you feel?”

He kept your hand in his and the hand behind your head that cradled your cranium was rubbing at your scalp.

You smoothed your hand upward to his shoulders and smiled, “So good. Is it… is it done?”

Harry’s bright green eyes were soft and searching your face as he nodded, “Yes. The spirits have left and now you’re carrying my heir. Our heir.”

The ritual was complete the first time Harry came inside of you that night. But he took advantage of his state all night. You two rested between orgasms but he made sure that every time he came he was pumping his come inside your pussy, “Just to be sure,” he said. Though you both knew it was done, he loved filling your cunt with his warm come.

And you really wanted to know what it was like to have him in your mouth in his current state. Harry was licking down your body and had just dipped his tongue into your belly button when you sat up and pushed your fingers into his hair and lifted his head, “Let me have you in my mouth.”

Harry quickly fell to his back, put his hands behind his head, and spread his legs for you. You climbed between his thighs and grinned at him as you kneeled down and licked his tip, “Gonna try to take you in all the way,” you whispered as you eyed his massive cock. Harry was breathing heavily through his nose as he watched you push your lips to the side of his length and sponged soft kisses upward.

But then you moved your eyes back up to look at Harry and began to drag your teeth along his hard cock. Harry’s mouth dropped open as he watched you.

You licked with your tongue and then scraped with your teeth lightly along his tender skin. Harry panted out a whine and then spread his thighs apart further as he lifted himself to see better.

“Your heart,” you mumbled your words over his shaft, “your spirit, your heir,” you licked upward and then lowered back down to his base, “your come, your cock, your body…” baring your teeth you followed the path you’d just licked with your teeth until you reached his frenulum, “all belong to me now. You’re mine.”

Harry gasped and let out a breathy high-pitched moan as you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around his tip, lapping his salty slit and then using your teeth on the underside of his tip, pressing into his frenulum.

You lowered yourself and tasted your arousal all over him. His cock was coated in your juices, though it had dried a little because he’d been eating you out and licking your body before you’d gotten to this point.

You sucked him in and opened your mouth wide to get deeper as you suctioned as hard as you could. You weren’t too worried about your teeth getting in the way. It was going to be impossible not to have some teeth action with how wide he was. But you could tell already he didn’t care.

Harry was mumbling and panting as he watched you work. You pushed yourself down further and felt his tip reach the back of your throat but you wanted to take all of him.

You put your eyes back on his and swallowed over his tip as your teeth were pinching him just enough to have him squirm and whimper. This pleased you.

Even though he was so big at the moment (big in general but especially large for the ritual) you realized you could bring him into your throat and push down until your lips met the thatch of hair at his base. You liked it. You did have to pull up to get air more often but this was your best work.

“Fuuuckk… angel…” Harry was unable to make sense of much of his mumbled words and choked moans, but you heard his praises loud and clear as you glided your mouth and throat over him.

Before he could come you slowed your motions. You had drool dripping off from your chin and Harry’s face was pink and his deep breaths were ragged. You traced your teeth up his length and ghosted them over his tip and Harry grunted as he quickly sat up.

It happened so fast his motions as he reached for you and dragged you into his lap before plunging himself into your slick pussy. He coughed out a loud moan and came inside of you, his face twisting up in agonizing delight. He told you he only wanted to come inside of your pussy all night and he meant it. You felt him flood your walls and you put your hands around the back of his neck and moaned praises to him, “Fill me up. I love it, Harry.”

And you paused suddenly as Harry was releasing into you and something came over you to call him something you’d never called him before. Something you’d had no interest in before that moment, but now it seemed in context to what was happening, “Give me your babies, Daddy.”

Harry clenched his jaw and sputtered out a curse as he smashed his lips to yours and bucked upward into you a few more times.

“Fuck, angel… You’re gonna make me a Daddy, huh?” Harry’s rough laugh was deep and he kept kissing you as he spoke his words.

Technically, Harry was already a dad. He’d sired many babies to many women over his lifetime. But this time he was going to be a dad. He would be a father to this heir because it was with his bonded mate.

“Yes, you want that?” Your words were muffled as he continued pressing his lips to yours.

“Fuck yes. Daddy wants to give you so many babies…” Harry was breathless when he spoke but you laughed at that. You weren’t sure you wanted so many babies, but you could start with the one.

When Harry finished pumping into you he laid you back and continued where he left off before you went down on him. Kissing down from your jaw to your breasts and to your belly button, and then put his lips on your pussy and drew into his mouth his come that dripped from you.

He pushed himself up to hover over you and you opened your mouth wide as he spat his come onto your tongue. He watched you swallow it and smiled down at you, “I love you.”

Harry called for room service. Yes, of course, Satan’s manor had staff. It was a little like a hotel. But the only people allowed to stay were those he specifically invited.

And once again, the food was delightful. Harry wanted to make sure you were fed and full of more than just himself.

You two lazed on the bed eating and drinking wearing nothing but sweat and smiles.

Harry’s wicked smirk got your attention, though, as you licked cream from your fingers and you squinted at him, already knowing his thoughts.

“You’re a pervert, Mr. Styles.”

Harry licked his lips and sat up, his heavy cock still hard and hanging between his legs.

“I can’t argue with that assessment,” he said when he began to crawl over you. He lowered his face and sniffed upward from your hips to your breasts and up to your neck before licking and biting your skin.

You laughed when his force pushed you down and the plate you’d just been eating from fell from your lap and spilled the cake onto the bed next to your hip.

Harry pushed your legs apart and glass crashed to the floor when your knee hit the tray and dipped into the bowl of fruit, the sweet frosting from the cake smearing onto the skin of your upper thigh.

But you didn’t care about any of that. You were with the man of your dreams. The one who’d show you everything there was to know. The one you’d be with for all time. The one you shared your heart with. The one who loved you unconditionally and without question. He filled your heart and your soul and your body so completely that you’d never feel alone or afraid again.

And it was just the beginning of everything.

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1800titz · 5 months

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Pls tell me you’re going to do some for the demon Harry fic bc that blurb was insane and I need more

Hi bestie!! Thank you! I have a bit of him in my drafts atm but he’s on the back burner. I haven’t heard any interest on him in a bit though, so thank you for sending this in!! <3

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fkinavocado · 2 years

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no y'all don't understand how obsessed i am with @gurugirl 's incubusrry (rhdhsehsh that sounds so posh lmao) i am legit under his spell. if yn turns out to be not it all i wanna say is

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harrysonlylover · 2 years

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IT’S INCUBUSRRY DAY EVERYONE GET UP @gurugirl $@@]]=]++%#[*

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jawllines · 3 years

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Incubusrry is a wet dream you are a smut wizard Liv

IF NURSING DOESNT WORK OUT ILL TRY WIZARDING

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gurugirl · 2 years

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Tales From the Modern Incubus Part V*

Summary: Harry gets some news about you from the watchers but it doesn't deter him. You are caught with a conundrum and have a decision to make about your relationship with Miguel.

A/N: This is dark!harry content and Harry's a demon so beware before reading on - check out all warnings in the TFMI masterlist. This is a longer update, at 8k words which means there's a lot of info to take in so pay close attention. Character List for reference

Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, dry humping, cheating (technically), mentions of spells & incantations

Part IV

Part V*

It didn’t take the watchers long to find their first bit of interesting information about you. When Harry received the call from Aim, he was in the middle of getting caught up on a few things that he’d neglected the past few days since he found you. He really wanted to stay and watch you eat your toast while you looked at your phone watching dumb videos but duties called.

Aim told Harry to wait for Tamie, the watcher who had found the important information. She would be arriving to his home in approximately thirty minutes with documents and information for Harry.

“I’ve looked over everything she’s found, and it does nothing to comfort me about the mistress you’ve selected. They are still gathering information about her but I’d caution you to keep your distance, at least a little until we know more. I’m not telling any of the apostles of the findings until necessary, but they will request information.” Aim advised.

Harry shook his head to himself, “Understood. I’ll wait for here for Tamie.” He wouldn’t be keeping his distance, that would hinder his progress with you.

Aim knew Harry wouldn’t listen, but he had to at least offer him some advice, “I know you’ll do what you want anyway, Harry. But what kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t give you a warning? I’m rarely wrong when I make these calls. But, we’ve been given free will, and you certainly can proceed how you choose but it’s wise to heed good advice. Bad choices have bad consequences.”

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. Of course he knew his friend was right and he hadn’t even told Aim of what had happened when you were startled because you could smell him in your room when you couldn’t even see him. Harry could make this so much easier on himself by selecting a different mistress. But Harry was never one to take the easy way out. He adored a challenge and you were already coming around to him. In fact, he’d gotten a text from you not long before Aim called. Even if you were supernatural, he could still complete his task with you. It wasn’t unheard of. Not conventional, but not prohibited either.

“I know. I appreciate your advice and I’ll keep it in mind,” Harry spoke before both men said their goodbyes.

Just as Aim said, Tamie showed up with a folder in hand thirty minutes later.

“Come in, please.” Harry let the watcher into his home and noted how she looked around and at everything in his space. Harry had eclectic taste. If not expensive. It might have been a bit over the top but Harry embraced his preferences and the things he liked. People, demons, and angels who’d visited him usually made a few comments about his decorations. He almost expected it every time. He enjoyed the attention.

But Tamie didn’t say anything about the space around her or the decorations and furnishings he’d selected. She was clearly in business mode. Handing him the file she spoke, “Take a look at what I have here for you.” She leans in and opens the folder, pointing to the first document, “This is a birth certificate for Y/N, but it's been altered. To someone who doesn’t know what to look for this looks fine. In fact, most state and federal entities wouldn’t blink an eye or question the authenticity, which is why she exists as a citizen today. But I have come across this a few times and the pattern appears the same so I knew just what to look for and my hunch was correct. Can we sit?”

“Sure. Would you like anything to drink?” Harry said as he kept his eyes on the document, searching for what could be off about this as he led Tamie to his dining table where they could lay the documents out.

“No. That’s okay. Thank you.”

Tamie immediately took over, showing Harry her findings about you, “This is a fake. I could go into detail and explain why I know this, but you'll just have to take my word for it, because the rest of the evidence speaks for itself. This next document, here, is a sort of contract for an adoption. This wasn’t a regular adoption. There is no certificate of adoption, there is no original birth certificate either. Y/N was adopted illegally by her current parents. Y/N’s father, Enzo and her mother Gwyn deliberately looked into false adoption options and there are three other records, which I’ve made copies of… here…” she slid out a sheet of paper with three images, which looked to be receipts of some kind, “… these are like down payment receipts, and to set up the initial meetings for the adoption. Everything was done in cash so there’s no way to actually trace this back to Enzo and Gwyn, but we have this…” Tamie’s red nails pluck out another sheet of paper and puts it on top, pointing to the copied travel document, “… travel records for the both of them, going to the same city that these three receipts are from,” she points back to the paper with the images copied on it, “… the timeline matches up. The pair stayed at a small motel very close to the location and we see that they returned home after the initial meeting and deposit made.”

Tamie puts away some of the papers, stacking them up to move them aside as she brings out another travel document and more receipts. She outlines how the second receipt matched up with the location and the timeline as does the third. Then after the third is when they would have brough you home with them. More receipts of them making purchases for things a baby would need, this time with a credit card, so it was easy to find.

“This is something I’ve come across before when on surveillance. Every time I find something like this and we are suspicious about a particular person, it turns out they are part of the unfound, the ones who don’t know they are supernatural. It usually turns out that a fallen angel or the like, mated with a human and then the heir was abandoned or something similar. It’s typically a supernatural male who impregnates a human female and leaves her behind to have the child and so adoption can tend to be a possibility in these circumstances. But sometimes, things aren’t done legally and then the heir can get lost in the shuffle. It’s hard to keep track of them all and so they can be easy to lose, especially when there’s no official record and the pregnancy wasn’t documented.”

Harry nodded contemplatively, “So did you find that she’s actually supernatural, or?”

Tamie shakes her head and frowns, “Not yet. But, Harry, we are very sure she is. We’ll find out soon enough, but we did have an issue trying to extract a small bit of blood from her so we could take a DNA test.”

“You… what? When did you attempt to do this?” Harry had been with you for most of the last few days. He’d only been away with Aim and right now of course.

“A few hours ago. I went to her home and found her in her bedroom but she got spooked. I was invisible to her but it’s as if my presence had her on edge suddenly. I attempted to touch her with just my finger, as a test, to make sure the touch binding spell was working, but she felt me.” Tamie shook her head and kept her eyes on Harry.

“Why didn’t you just try to go in at night while she was sleeping?” Harry gave Tamie a look of confusion.

Tamie shook her head again and looked down at the paper and then back up to Harry, “It shouldn’t have mattered, Harry. You know that. If she were a normal girl, I would have already had that blood and it would be out for testing as we speak. But, now that we know the extent of her perception and her resistance to certain bindings and spells, I will try an attempt to do this again tonight when she’s in bed.” She lifts her brows as if to ask if he has any more doubts.

Harry had planned on going to see you after he was done with this meeting. He didn’t want anyone to know how fixated he’d become with you and so he suggested something else, “Let me do it. She’s become familiar with me, even trusts me. It will be easier for me to do it.”

Tamie smiled and chuckled, “I knew you would say that. I’d much prefer you to do it anyway. And just so you know, I’ll be watching. I already know far more than you think but I have no plans to share that information because that’s not what I been tasked for, unless you somehow interfere with the investigation then I’ll have to let Aim know about your little fascination with Y/N.”

Harry closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He’s such a dumbass sometimes. Of course the watchers know. Luckily it’s not terribly important that Harry is infatuated with you… yet, “Thank you, Tamie.”

Tamie stacks the paper up again and places it in the file. She tucks it under her arm as she stands up from her chair, “I’ll meet you here in the morning at 9 am to get the sample. Oh!” She stops when she’s near the front door and turns to look to Harry, “We haven’t found anything unusual with Enzo and Gwyn at this point. It looks like they went through illegal adoption channels because they couldn’t financially afford traditional, legal adoption. They seem to not be a big factor in this whole thing, but we’re still looking into it because we never know.”

Harry nodded and walked Tamie to the door, and they bid their farewells. Harry sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. You were on his mind constantly since he’d met you. He had a few more days, give or take, left before he’d need to have intercourse and he doubted that you’d come around by then. That was too fast and as far as he’d gotten with you, he knew you wouldn’t be ready by then. He’d have to go out and find someone to fuck soon. Perhaps Tamie because she would be quite convenient.

In the meantime, he just wanted to be around you again so he took himself to your location and found that you were at someone’s house, Miguel’s house, in his bedroom.

Harry stayed back as far as he could, in hopes that you wouldn’t pick up on his scent but he watched as you and Miguel sat on his bed and chatted. Harry didn’t like how close you were sat to him and how you were holding his hand.

“Are you sure you can’t come? This sucks, Miguel. It’ll be five days at the Falls. It’s so pretty there too.”

“I have to work, Y/N. I couldn’t take off. I know it’ll be fun, I wish I could go too. But you can call me and we can talk every night and you can tell me all about it. How does that sound?” Miguel lowers his head to you to get your eyes on him.

You smile and then let go of Miguel’s hand and lean back with your palms flat behind you, “Amanda and Sarah will be there, so it won’t be bad. Would just be nice if all of us could go together.”

Miguel puts a hand on your knee and squeezes. You are immediately thinking about Harry and how he was a little touchy-feely with you. In fact, you feel like you can smell him a little and you sit up.

“Did you get a new cologne?” You ask Miguel.

Miguel shakes his head, “No. Not wearing cologne right now anyway. Just deodorant.”

You shake your head casually and look around the room. Your head stops and your eyes are directed right toward where Harry is in the room. It’s like you know he’s right in that spot. Harry is sure there’s something about you that’s supernatural. It can’t be denied anymore.

He watches you as you cock your head and squint your eyes, still staring in Harry’s direction, and then you smile and shake your head. Your thoughts are taking you to places they shouldn’t go. Harry’s been on your mind too much and you were worried about it.

You suddenly had the urge to text Harry and invite him to the five day conference at the Holy Falls Forest. Every year, in the summer, your dad and other pastors and leaders host a conference at the tabernacle at Holy Falls. It’s like summer camp for church goers. Morning meetings and prayers, a free afternoon with lunch, then a later afternoon meeting with worship and then evenings free to swim and hike and do whatever you felt like. You loved the grounds at Holy Falls. It’s beautiful and endless. It truly feels like a getaway and you always feel refreshed after attending.

“Miguel?” You suddenly say looking at your boyfriend.

“Yes?” Miguel grins at you and turns his body so he’s facing you.

“Do you want to try kissing? I kind of want to know what it feels like.” You truly were interested in how it would feel – in real life. You would never admit to Miguel that you kissed Harry, the man he thinks of as a stranger and who you’ve been texting the last couple of days, even if it was just in a dream.

“Yes. Now?” Miguel sits up in excitement. He’s been ready. He’s been dying to kiss you.

You nod and bite your lip, “Yeah. Now. Just like a little.”

Miguel scoots his body right next to yours and takes the back of your head into his hand and leans in, “Okay… I’m gonna kiss you…” he closes his eyes and puts his lips onto yours.

Harry rolls his eyes at the ridiculous scene before him. He can practically feel Miguel’s excitement from his spot in the room and he watches as you keep your eyes open and then look up to the ceiling and move your lips slowly.

Miguel moans and you furrow your brow and then push him back and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and laugh, “Okay… enough for now.” You look at Miguel and he’s clearly disappointed that that was all he got.

“Oh… okay. Well, whenever you want to try again, I’m ready.” He laughs and keeps his eyes on you, hoping you’ll want more but you really don’t. You didn’t exactly enjoy what Miguel just did. His lips were too hard and he was too eager. It didn’t feel like it felt in your dream with Harry. But you tried to shake that thought from your mind because that was just a dream.

You stand from Miguel’s bed and turn to him, “I’m gonna go home. Dinner will be ready soon. I’ll see you Sunday?”

Miguel frowns, “Oh… yeah. I mean, you don’t want to hang out on Friday?”

Your eyes widen and you just remembered that you were going to hang out with Miguel on Friday but you’d tentatively also made plans with Harry to go to see your sister’s boyfriend’s band. You’d forgotten about Miguel when you told Harry about that and he seemed interested.

“Uh, maybe… I forgot I was supposed to do something with my sister on Friday, but I’ll let you know if that changes. Maybe I can see you Saturday after you get off work?” You feel bad but not bad enough to cancel plans with the tattooed man. You kind of liked that you had a secret and that it involved Harry. And Harry was pleased.

In your bedroom after dinner you turned on the radio and walked around your room. You went to your closet and began talking to yourself, mumbling things Harry almost couldn’t hear. You pulled out clothes and laid them on your bed and tilted your head looking at your options.

You wanted to figure out what to wear to see Harry on Friday. And then you were reminded that you were going to invite Harry to Holy Falls.

You picked your cellphone up from your nightstand and texted Harry.

To Harry: Next Wednesday through Sunday there’s a big conference at this place called Holy Falls. It’s a beautiful place with a lake, hiking trails, waterfalls, and lots of nature. It’s super fun too!

To Harry: There are cabins to stay in and I think it’s like $100 for the five days and that includes food and lodging and all the activities. Do you want to join? I think it would be fun if you came.

You hit send and then turned back to your outfits. Wanting to look cute on Friday for Harry.

Taking your jeans and t-shirt off, Harry looked at the text you sent him and smiled. Of course he’d go, but he was distracted as he watched you take off your clothes and sample a few things in front of your mirror.

He wanted to get in close to you and put his lips on your neck. He wanted to land his palm over your ass as well. The little panties you were wearing barely covered your full bottom. He so badly wanted you. He would need to find a body to fuck soon. He hadn’t gone so long without having sex in quite a while and he knew you wouldn’t give in to him so soon.

You heard your phone chime and you quickly picked it up to read the text from Harry.

From Harry: Sounds fun. How do I sign up? Still on for this Friday?

You smiled and hummed with a big grin on your face.

To Harry: Yes, still on for Friday. I can meet you at the Union House where he’s playing - and if you come to church on Sunday I can get you a form to fill out so you can sign up and pay.

Harry smiled to himself. He watched as you continued trying on your clothes and talking to yourself.

“This one? Hmmm…” you turned to check out your bottom in the mirror. “Like that?” You brushed your hand over your bottom and smiled at yourself in the mirror. The scent of Harry lingered in your room still. You weren’t sure why it smelled of him so much but you also liked it. It made you feel quite excited. You couldn’t wait to see the handsome man again. You imagined yourself seeing him and what you’d say to one another. You wondered if he’d flirt with you. You wondered if your sister would like Harry or if she’d judge him. She could rude sometimes.

Your sister, Marianna, was quite protective of you. She was ten years older than you. Your mom had Marianna young, your dad was not her father. It was a little bit of a scandal some years ago when the congregation found out the truth, but your mom had been in love with a man before your father and she had Marianna but the man left them. Then your mom met your dad and the rest is history. They had you a little later in life, your mom was in her thirties.

After selecting your outfit for Friday night, you took off your bra and slid your t-shirt back over yourself and climbed into bed. You had another text from Harry you hadn’t seen.

From Harry: I’ll be at church on Sunday, then. Kind of didn’t want to wait to see you until Friday. What are you doing right now?

You felt your heart rate increase. It was past 11pm, and your parents were asleep. You could potentially sneak Harry in if he was quiet. You felt your heart flutter and your nerves peak with anticipation. Biting your lip you responded to him.

To Harry: Okay. Do you want to come to my house? My parents are asleep so you have to be quiet. I don’t think I want to leave tonight and drive anywhere.

Harry internally patted himself on the back. You were already inviting him into your house. Behind Miguel’s back. He could already tell Miguel was on his way out.

From Harry: What’s your address? I can come over now.

You squealed and fell back into your pillows with bright pink cheeks and the largest smile your face could allow.

To Harry: //location pin drop link//

To Harry: That’s where I live.

Harry watched your reaction and he was feeling quite giddy as well. He hadn’t felt excited about anyone in many long decades.

From Harry: Ten minutes away. I’ll text you when I arrive

You rushed off your bed and Harry watched you dash around your room to pick up, mostly just tossing your clothes into your closet. You slid on a pair of shorts and then put a bra on and the t-shirt you were wearing back over it.

Smoothing your hair out in your mirror, you smiled and checked out your teeth and then put your lip balm on. You did a dance-walk across your room and jumped a little at the end, only to turn and do the little walk again – your knees nearly hitting your chest as you tried to expend some of your anxious energy. Hopping around a little with a large smile on your face, you made your way to your window to look out and watch for Harry. You were curious about the kind of car he had.

Approximately ten minutes later a black SUV pulled up across the street from your house and then the car was turned off. No movement right away but you assumed this was Harry. Just then a chime from the text sounded and you pulled it up.

From Harry: here, out front

You squeaked and tossed your phone on your bed and quietly tiptoed through your house to open the front door for Harry. He was walking up to the house just as he saw you opening the door. You held a finger up to your lips as he entered and you closed the door behind him.

You gestured for Harry to follow you to your bedroom. You’d never really done anything like this before, sneaking someone into your house. But Harry was worth it. You really liked him and you wanted his attention on you. Something about him made you feel like you wanted to see him so badly that you’d risk getting into trouble. It had occurred to you, for a just split a second, that you would never do this for Miguel.

Harry was working on keeping his cool as well. His natural inclination was to just take what he wanted, because he wanted it. Desperately. But there was something about the chase for him, the challenge, that made you seem even more delectable.

In your room, with your door closed and the deadbolt in place, just in case, you watched as Harry took in your bedroom. Your room wasn’t much. A basic bedroom. You had a single poster up of the Rolling Stones (which your dad abhorred but your mother approved and her opinion always won out over your dad's) and a framed painting your mom bought you at an art fair a few years ago. You had a few little fun things around the room, but for the most part your room consisted of a bed, a dresser, a closet, a stand with books, radio, nick knacks, two bedside tables, a stand-up mirror, and a window with yellow curtains.

But Harry knew your room well at this point. He turned to you and grinned, “So, why’d you invite me over here. What does your boyfriend think about that?” Harry knew you hadn’t told Miguel. Of course you wouldn’t.

“Oh… well, he doesn’t know. And… I wanted you to come over because I can’t really go anywhere and you wanted to hang out, so…”

Harry tsk’d at you, “Liar. Are you telling me you snuck me into your parent’s house at night, into your bedroom, and locked the door behind us so no one could accidently barge in because I asked you what you were doing?”

You felt embarrassed. Harry was good at making you feel uncomfortable but strangely, you really liked it. You enjoyed him calling you out or saying things that made you squirm.

You swallowed and chuckled, looking down to your bare feet, “No. Guess not.” You spoke timidly.

Harry closed the space between you and softly placed a finger under your chin and nudged your face upward to look at him, “Then why?” He dropped his finger but continued looking at you, waiting for you to be honest with him. He knew why, he wanted to hear it though.

You inhaled his scent and it made you feel like there wasn’t anyone else in the world except you and Harry. You couldn’t get over it, how he smelled and how he spoke to you. It was like magic how you felt all these things for him when you’d never even felt this way about your own boyfriend.

“Because…” you breathed out, struggling to keep your eyes on his but determined to be open with him, because what did you have to lose? “I wanted you here. I like you.” You whispered the last sentence but Harry heard it loud and clear. His grin grew larger.

“Yeah? You want me around? Because you like me?” Harry loved this. Loved hearing you tell him that you liked him. He needed more, though. He really wanted to hear you just adoring him but he knew to take it slow. Harry was sort of eager to hear some praise from you.

You bit your lips and chuckled, looking down for a moment before bringing your eyes back up to Harry and nodded with your lips tucked into your mouth. You were embarrassed.

“It’s okay if you like me, Y/N. Sometimes you can’t control the way you feel for another person. Sometimes there’s a connection between two people that just can’t be ignored. Chemistry. That’s how I feel with you. The moment I saw you, I wanted to know you. We have chemistry. I think even Miguel knows it. There’s no denying is there? Do you feel it too?”

Harry brought one of his hands forward and brushed his knuckles against yours, looping a couple of fingers around your palm as he watched you and then let go. It was just a brief touch and you didn’t want him to let go. The touch from his fingers sent sparks of electricity through your hand and up your arm.

You grasped onto his hand that he just released from you and held on. You looked up to him and nodded, “Yeah. I do. I can’t explain it. What do you think it means?”

Harry squeezes your hand back and smiles down at you, “I think it means we try and find out what it means. Together. I don’t want to interfere with your relationship with Miguel, though. I’m not here to break up love. I just, I don’t know. There’s something about you, Y/N. It’s really up to you how we proceed.” Harry was proud of that spiel. Just emotional and dramatic enough that you were swooning.

Harry’s lips looked so pink and so plush at this moment. You’d noticed his lips plenty before, but right now, it was like… you couldn’t take your eyes off his mouth. And he noticed it too, the way you kept looking down at his lips.

“What do you want, Y/N? I know what I want but it depends on you what happens here.”

You nodded and blinked your eyes at Harry, “You’re right. I need to…” you sighed, and you knew it was the right decision, “… break up with Miguel. He wouldn’t like any of this and it wouldn’t be fair to him.”

Harry nodded and you watched as his eyes lowered to your lips and down your figure, back up to your eyes. It made you feel like you were floating away, losing balance, just the way he looked at you. He brought his free hand up to your cusp your cheek in his palm. He ran his thumb over your cheekbone gently. He looked over your face and down to your lips again. He still didn’t have you figured out quite yet but he knew he was getting close.

You could do nothing but to stand still, under his spell, looking into his eyes. Harry wanted to lean down and kiss you but he was stuck between wanting you to ask him and just making the first move. Sure he’d kissed you before, but you were under the impression that was all a dream. This would be real to you and he wasn’t sure how far you were willing to go. Fuck he was soft for you. If only you knew all the ways in which Harry has bent to your will since he met you, you’d realize he was an absolute sap for you. A complete fool. Even he wasn't quite ready to admit that to himself yet.

With Harry’s close proximity and the way he was looking at you, you thought he might lean down to plant a kiss on your mouth but he didn’t. You were a little disappointed. He seemed so forward and confident that you assumed he'd make the first move. You were a bit shy to ask him to kiss you. Even when you asked Miguel to do it, you had to brace yourself for spitting it out, taking the step to speak the words into existence.

“Harry?” You started with just saying is name. It could give you a moment to think about what you wanted. Buy you some time while you got up the courage to ask him to kiss you.

“Yes, Y/N. What is it?” He continued gently brushing his thumb over your cheek. But Harry knew you were struggling to work up the confidence to ask him what you wanted to. He brought his thumb downward to barely brush at the edge of your mouth, watching as your breath caught in your chest. He needed you to want it so bad you’d ask him. In all honesty he wanted you to beg him, that was his ideal scenario but he had a feeling that somehow you’d have him begging you at some point. You already had so much sway and power over him.

The feeling of Harry’s warm thumb grazing the edge of your mouth was the sexiest thing you’d ever had happen to you. You’d be imagining this moment for many years to come. The tall man stood before you patiently, silently waiting for you to speak.

“Do you want to kiss me?” You scrunched your face in embarrassment and looked down, but Harry’s hand on your cheek lowered to your jaw, which he titled upward. He didn’t want you to feel embarrassed or take your eyes off him.

With your eyes back on him Harry smiled softly at you, his eyes looking over your face and down to your lips, “I have been dying to kiss you. Do you want to kiss me?” He leaned in closer to you, just waiting for the word. He could feel you tremble from nerves.

You nodded and looked down at his pink lips and then back to his eyes, your mouth parting slightly at the anticipation. Your heart was raging in your chest and you were shaking as if you were cold but it was warm in your bedroom.

“Yes.” You breathed out in a whisper. Still feeling the sting of embarrassment at speaking such a thing to a near-stranger. But you felt like you’d gotten to know Harry well over the last couple of days. All the texts back and forth and the conversation at the café. He was no longer a stranger.

Yes, was all you needed to say. Harry brought his other hand up to your face, cupping both cheeks in his palms he brought you closer to him as he lowered his face to feather his lips over yours. You could feel his warm breath on you and his scent was strong and unlike anything you’d smelt on anyone. It was inviting and sexy. It made you desire to do more than just kiss him.

When you puckered your lips in an effort to press them into Harry’s you closed your eyes as your world spun out from under you. Harry began to apply more pressure and his lips were now in synch with yours. You brought your hands up his back and closed the space between your bodies so you could experience him fully.

Harrys soft lips were slow and achingly gentle on yours. You didn’t have much practice but your instincts provided you with just enough understanding to open and close your mouth around his lips, pacing your movements with his.

Harry’s tongue smoothed over your lips and you opened your mouth for him. He wasted no time in showing you what it felt like to have a passionate kiss that made you feel weak in the knees. The kind you’d read about or heard about. You hummed at the feeling of Harry’s tongue licking into your mouth and your senses were fading so that there was little thought in the way you moved with him. Your hormones led you and you stuck your own tongue out to participate in kissing Harry with more feeling.

Suddenly, with Harry’s lips still on yours, he nudged you back toward your bed. When the back of your knees hit your mattress you plopped down and Harry climbed right over you, moving you up your mattress. His hands were holding at your ribs as he adjusted your position, but he kept his mouth over yours.

You put your hands on his shoulders and kept your eyes closed, basking in the sensation of being kissed, really kissed. Harry reluctantly moved his mouth from yours and he gasped. You were a natural. He loved the way you kissed him and he wanted more. It made him dizzy and horny. Harry needed badly to take care of his sexual urge and he knew you weren’t going to provide him with any relief in the way his body required. Not tonight anyway.

You watched as Harry scooted next to you and sat upright with his back to the headboard, "Climb up, into my lap.” He patted his thigh.

You were quick to comply, crawling over him and spreading your thighs around his as you moved yourself up his lap and settled your bottom down, facing him. You put your hands at his shoulders and Harry grabbed your wasted and pulled you even closer to him so your centers were smashed together. Harry’s lips found yours again as soon as he had you as close as you could be on his lap and you both continued lapping at one another and feeling lust bubble from your insides.

It didn’t take you long to feel it. Harry under your shorts, pressing into you right where you like your fingers when you get yourself off. But you were clothed and so was he, so it wasn’t that bad, right? Out of impulse you softly wiggled your hips downward over him and Harry hadn’t really expected it, but then again, maybe he wasn’t too surprised. You were a horny little thing, he knew it. And now that he was going to be around you more often he’d see to it that you stayed this way, so that eventually, you’d give in to him.

Harry placed his hands at your hips and pressed you down over him causing you moan and you backed away for a moment. All of the features on your face told Harry you wanted him. Your dilated pupils, your swollen lips, the way your mouth was parted, pink cheeks.

“I can’t. I mean, I don’t know if we should do this.” You were referring to the tiny bit of dry humping that had begun. It was just a little but it had you aching to be put out of your misery. And Harry was aching as well.

“S’okay. We won’t do anything you don’t want. Only want you to feel comfortable.” Harry was dying inside. He could tear your clothes off and fuck you right now, take your virginity and get you pregnant with his child. You’d probably like it too. He could smell you.

You nodded and smiled, sliding your hands down to his chest. You really liked Harry. He was so sweet and so patient with you. He seemed like a man with experience. You were sure of it, yet he was here with you, a virgin. You couldn’t understand what he saw in you, why he’d waste his time with you.

You bit your lip and looked up at your ceiling. You were facing quite the conundrum. You wanted to know what it would feel like to do a little more with him, but you were scared to sin further than what you already had.

“Do you…” you looked back to Harry and took a breath before continuing, “um… like me? Like, enough that you want to get to know me more?” You didn’t know how to ask him what you wanted. You were about to break up with Miguel and now that you were doing this with Harry you wanted to make things official and fast so you felt less like a slut. So it all felt worth it.

Harry, being quite observant and intuitive understood your need to confirm his feelings for you over and over again. He knew you’d want him to ask you to be his girlfriend. Normally he’d feel like this was a silly thing, a waste and he’d do it only to secure a future lay, but you were different and he couldn’t lie and tell himself this didn’t pull a smile over his face.

“I do like you. A whole lot. I already told you, there’s something about you. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same now that I’ve met someone like you. What about you? Do you like me too?”

You quickly nodded and sighed at his words, “Yes! I really do. I feel the same, Harry.” You smiled and Harry nudged his nose to yours and kissed you again, slowly, softly, with just the tiniest bit of tongue that had your panties slick and sticky and smelly (you could smell and so could Harry).

Harry released your mouth, grinning at you, “Yeah? That’s music to my ears. You’re gonna make me fall in love with you, aren’t you?” Harry was piling on the lovey dovey stuff. He knew you’d like it. And the sooner he could make you fall in love the sooner you’d allow him to take your virginity.

You giggled and shook your head, “You’re not serious.” You laughed out as you spoke.

Harry titled his head to the side and squinted at you with a frown, “Why don’t you think I’m serious? Have I not shown you how much I like you since day one? I really, really like you, Y/N. Like, more than you understand.”

You swallow and your heart is swelling at his words. He really likes you. It makes you feel gooey and melty and so excited.

“I don’t know. I just feel so, like, this isn’t real. Like you’re a dream. Like you’re too interesting and smart for me.”

Harry’s frowned deepened, “Fuck that. You’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met, Y/N. Don’t sell yourself short like that. And this is real. Get used to it.”

A ghost of a smile fell over your features at Harry’s words. He was making you blush and you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

Harry squeezed at your hips and then brought a hand up to cup the side of your face again, brushing his thumb up and down your cheek, “In fact. I want you to be my girlfriend. I know you haven’t broken up with Miguel, but I want you to be mine. Do you want that too?”

This was what you wanted. A confirmation of his feelings by way of commitment. You nodded, “Yes. I do. I want to be with you. I promise I’ll break up with Miguel tomorrow.”

Harry couldn’t give a fuck about Miguel but he did want you to be his alone. He felt possessive over you and if he had the chance, he’d flaunt it in Miguel’s face on Sunday. He was quite thrilled by this idea.

“Yeah? You want to be my girlfriend, Y/N?” Harry dipped his face close to yours, his lips over your jaw and you closed your eyes.

When Harry peppered small kisses over your jaw and down your neck you panted and rocked into him. The way it felt to have warm, wet kisses drawn down your neck by Harry’s lips couldn’t be explained. And he was your boyfriend now. Everything felt so surreal and sudden but it was earth shattering. Nothing would be the same for you from now on. You knew it. There was a shift in energy around you and you were prepared for it because Harry was part of that. Harry wasn’t the kind of guy your parents would be happy about. They barely tolerated you dating Miguel. And you almost broke up with Miguel to make your dad happy, even though he never asked you to do such a thing. But, you knew it right now, if your dad asked you to break up with Harry directly, you wouldn't.

When you began to slowly shift your hips and grind over Harry he realized you really liked having your neck kissed. He gently licked your skin and nipped at you, sucking lightly and then kissing down further. You moaned and your core tingled in delight. You knew you were rocking yourself over Harry’s hard penis. He was hard for you and that sent bubbles and sparks up your body, knowing you had done that to him.

He felt so good under you and his mouth on your neck made your mind blank, your only concern was the carnal need you had for Harry. And Harry wanted you to get what you needed from him. Even if he couldn't get what he needed. He'd let you use his big cock to rub yourself over and find relief if you needed to.

Harry gently lifted his hips upward for you as he draped kisses all over your neck and up to your jaw. He was solid in his pants and it hurt a little to have you smashing over him the way you were. But he loved a little pain so it was no deterrent for him.

Your movements became a little more hastened as you humped Harry’s clothed cock feeling the tell-tell tingle of your impending orgasm. When you moaned a little too loudly Harry brought his mouth over yours and you felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest.

With Harry’s lips smoothed over yours and your clit rubbed at the fabric of your wet panties over Harry you felt your body begin to give in to pleasure. You were at the point of no return now. If God was watching you, you couldn’t have cared in that moment. Harry was too good and he was all you wanted.

Harry’s lips on yours caught your moans and you began to see stars as you rubbed your clit just right over his firm penis. The friction was perfect and your orgasm boiled out into your panties and over your thighs.

Harry had to cover your mouth with his hand. Kissing you wasn’t doing the trick in keeping you quiet. He knew you were coming and his own heart was pounding from the experience with you. He couldn’t come like this. Harry needed a bit more, but he was certainly pleased at how you’d given in to him, even if it was just dry humping. He realized he had quite the effect on you and that fed his ego quite well.

With his lips at your neck and his hand on your mouth you groaned into his palm at the feeling of coming like this. It was a first for you. It’d always been by your own hand in private. But this was better than doing it alone.

When you’d finally quieted down a bit and stopped your hips from moving Harry released your mouth. You lazily opened your eyes to look at the man with dark pupils and flared nostrils. He was so turned on and horny it was ridiculous. He’d need to find a way to release ASAP. Tonight.

Harry tried to be as gentle and caring with you as possible when he took a sample of your blood while you were coming. It was easy. He took what he needed quickly, completing the task for Tamie.

He also tried to be as gentle and caring with you as he made an excuse to leave shortly after you'd orgasmed. He tucked you into your bed, kissing your face all over, and told you he’d let himself out. You were nearly asleep by the time Harry was already reaching out to Tamie on his way home to let her know he’d already gotten the sample. He was also motivated to call her over early so he could have a warm body to fuck. He needed a release immediately. After having you rub yourself over him like that, your scent all over him, the front of his pants still damp with you, he was in physical pain. And for his own health, he needed it as well.

Tamie questioned Harry at first, “I can come over in the morning to get it, as we planned.”

Harry shook his head and adjusted his heavy cock, “Can you come over now? Please?”

Tamie knew the reason. She was aware of what had happened in your room and that Harry was left hanging. She also knew his health would suffer if he went too long. So, for the sake of balance and because Harry was very attractive (as incubi tended to be) she relented.

Harry didn’t take long to get right down to it when Tamie arrived. He was whining and groaning as soon as his pants came off. Tamie wasn’t a stranger to sex with incubi. She loved the feel of them. Their large cocks, the best in kingdom of Hell.

And because Tamie was a fallen angel, he didn’t need to prep her before slamming into her cunt. She could handle it, and it felt good.

Harry fucked her insides and kept his eyes closed as he drove into Tamie. He pretended he was fucking you, dipping down into your tummy and pushing your insides apart. Tamie knew what this was. Just a need to be fulfilled. Nothing more. She wasn’t hurt by it or turned off. No hard feelings. She was just a warm hole to get him off until he could get inside of you. But she was using Harry just the same. She had her own sexual needs as well. Tamie had no trouble getting her needs met, she was gorgeous and men fawned over her but it was always a bonus when the man was an incubus. Typically human men would be falling over her but sex with humans wasn't always what it's cracked up to be.

“Fuck, Harry. Yes… ohhhh…” Harry slapped his hand over Tamie’s mouth. He didn’t want to hear her voice, only yours. Hearing Tamie’s voice and not yours nearly ruined his orgasm. He began to tremble as he was about to come. And as much as he was using Tamie he still wanted her to get off (for his own ego). He was desperate to come, hadn’t been so worked up in a long time. In fact, this was the first time in many long years that he had to hold himself back from coming too soon.

“Come on my cock, Y/N. Let me feel you…” he had no shame in calling Tamie by your name and Tamie was too far gone to even worry about it. She nodded and slid her hand down to her clit to speed up her approaching end. She squeezed her eyes closed as she came and moaned into Harry’s hand loudly.

As soon as Harry felt Tamie pulsing around him Harry released into her, driving his cock deep and stilling his hips, come coating her insides. Harry could control who he got pregnant. His sperm would only impregnate when he was ready for it. This was just for sex. This was just to release. It was needed. Necessary.

Harry sent Tamie on her way with the sample of blood and he finally felt normal again. He really needed that. He hadn’t realized going five days without intercourse (something he hadn’t done in many hundreds of years) would take such a toll on his mind and body. He felt like he could think more clearly and breath a little better now. He just hoped you’d be ready for him soon. He didn’t want to be putting his cock in anyone else at the moment. Not that he didn’t enjoy Tamie’s cunt. She felt very good around him and she was pretty but he only wanted you. Only wanted your scent covering him, your moans filling his ears, your eyes on him as you came… He couldn’t wait to corrupt you.

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Tales From The Modern Incubus Part 11*

Summary: Aim interrupts Y/n & Harry's as they're in the moment when he learns they are being hunted & brings them to the year 1986 so they can lay low. And then something we've all been waiting for happens to them when they find themselves in the new decade.

A/n: Remember, this is demon/incubus!Harry so there may be some triggering topics. Please read all warnings in the TFMI Masterlist before continuing.

Warning: Smut, mentions of demons, angels, God, spells, magic

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Part 10

Part 11*

Being with Harry, it felt right. It felt good. You wanted to soak him into your skin and melt your bodies together as one. Lie in puddles, intertwined, mixing, moving, draining, filling… You wanted to feel nothing but his soul and his essence on you and in you.

Harry’s words hung in the air between you: “I want you. Can I have you? Do you want me? I’m yours.” as you pulled him down to bring your lips back to his. You felt such a pull toward Harry. No matter what you’d promised yourself, he was hard to resist. You hadn’t known him long but there was a kind of bond with him that you’d never felt with anyone else. Perhaps that was due to you both being otherworldly. An unspoken understanding.

Harry put his hands up and cupped your face, tugging you in as close as possible. You grasped at his t-shirt and arched yourself into him and let him lick your mouth. It was like he was tasting you, sizing you up to make a meal. Your head was spinning. Harry’s whole spirit was so alluring and you couldn’t see or think anything beyond him.

Suddenly someone cleared their throat in the room. And that someone was not you, nor was it Harry as his lips were sewn in between yours at that moment. Harry lifted his head but kept you held close to him as he turned to see the perpetrator. You peered around Harry’s shoulder and saw a tall man dressed in a sharp suit, sat in the armchair near Harry’s window. Had he been there the whole time?

When Harry saw who it was his tensed shoulders loosened as did his grip on you, “Aim? Uh… Kind of in the middle of something here…” Harry didn’t sound mad, maybe a little confused, though.

“I see that. Sorry to interrupt, but you two need to come with me immediately. Something is astir and there are rumors of some very powerful demons and a few angels on their way to find Y/n and probably you too, Harry. Tamie has been kidnapped and I don’t know how much she’s revealed but you both are in danger.”

Harry looked down at you with worry and then back to Aim, “Okay. What do we do?”

It happened faster than you could wrap your mind around. Before you’d even been properly introduced to the man you were standing in a large room with two couches and a table, an old television complete with rabbit ears, lamps, an oblong rug sat over marigold shag carpet, and even a green telephone hung on the wall with a long-curled cord. If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume that you were in someone’s home who had neglected to update the interior since the 80s. It even smelled different. It felt different.

But as Aim began tell you about what was going to happen, it dawned on you that you were in a different time. He’d moved you and Harry (and himself for the moment) to another decade. It would be much harder to be found this way. For now. They could all catch up to you eventually. As Aim continued speaking you only became more confused.

“It’s not just her parents, it’s also St. Michael and Lilith too. We don’t know why Michael and Lilith are involved but knowing they are means you need to sit in a different decade for a little while. I didn’t want to take you too far away so you could still enjoy some entertainment, but we can’t risk having you on the same timeline. Given what we know about St. Michael and Lilith, well, I can’t guarantee they won’t come find you here, but this will make it harder for them to pinpoint your location.”

St. Michael? Like the Archangel? And Lilith? You weren’t sure about that one. But you felt it by just her name, that there was a sinister plan in action, and she was the ringleader. Your parents and these other two powerful beings had all came together for a purpose. What was your place in it all?

Aim continued, he could see your brain working hard to take it all in, “You two will be able to move about somewhat freely here. This house will be a good place for the time being. The neighborhood is quiet. Try to lay low if you leave the house. I’ll be keeping an ear to the ground about their progress or lack thereof. I’ll contact you as necessary, but I need to keep it limited because they’ll get tipped off. Lilith is nosy. She’s probably already on watch for anyone associated with Tamie in any way. And it’s very important you do not say the name of your parents and do not use spells or magic. Keep your presence hidden like you have been, that’s a good start. They can uncover it, though, eventually.” He looked at you as he spoke the last bit.

Before Aim left Harry and you alone he mentioned that you would have no way to contact him other than through using a specific ritual, that he advised against. He would contact you. The ritual might tip off Lilith, or any of them. Aim seems most worried about Lilith. So were you.

You asked Harry a million questions. Why would St. Michael and Lilith be involved? Who is Lilith? Why have high angels and high demons come together to find you? Why were you involved in this mess at all to begin with?

He only had few answers, but the ones he could answer were helpful, “Lilith is the empress of hell. She’s the original Eve. She tempted men and women and made a deal with Lucifer, who was once the Morning Star. They joined forces against God and that was the beginning. She’s a seductress and she’s very powerful, has bore many children to many demons and humans even. Her heirs are all over the world and throughout all the realms. And, well, technically, she’s married to your father. She hates him, though, most of the time. But for some reason they are involved in this thing and it doesn’t make a lot of sense to be honest. I don’t know what St. Michael’s place is in all this. He’s like the right hand of The Almighty. Quite the stick in the mud as far as I remember.”

“Wait! So, Lilith is married to my real father?” You were just trying to wrap your head around all the new information you were being given.

“Oh, well, marriage is different among the other realms. On Earth it’s usually more sacred than it is elsewhere. It probably means very little to them. Just a minor detail really.”

There wasn’t much Harry could answer otherwise. He was just as in the dark as you. You both looked through the house to get used to your surroundings. There was plenty of food in the fridge and cupboards, one bathroom, two bedrooms, a backyard... You looked to be somewhere suburbia America. You learned you were in the year 1986.

When things settled and you’d looked through all the closets and messed with the TV to bring up a channel Harry was right next to you looking over your shoulder. He seemed protective over you but you could also tell how he just wanted to be near you. When you stood up from working the knobs on the old box TV he was there, a few feet from you. He couldn’t hide what was going on his mind. You could hear it and feel it. You could smell it. Taste it even.

Looking back on all the times growing up when you’d smell things no one else could, it was like a light went off in you these last few days. So much began to make sense. Your senses were very delicate compared to anyone else you ever knew. Picking up scents and what you’d called vibes back then, well now you knew.

“Harry?” You walked toward the lanky demon. His handsome face already set on yours. His smile only creeped up to one side of his face but it created that adorable dent you loved so much. He didn’t open his mouth to respond, he only lifted his brows at you.

“How do you feel? I mean… like, with you know… what I helped you with.” You were referring to the ache and the need he has for sex. You were curious about that but you both were also interrupted before Aim came to save you. You had intended on having sex with him before you were disrupted. Give him your virginity. You wanted it. Now you had no reason to hold off anymore. You wanted to have sex and you wanted it to be with Harry.

Harry’s smile grew a little wider and he licked his pink lips before he spoke, “I’m… well, I’m fine. But being around you makes it harder. And I know you probably aren’t ready to have sex, so…”

“Who said?” You took another step toward him and raised your brows in question. His seafoam eyes were growing darker with the way he was turned on. God, what a horndog he is, you thought to yourself and smiled. Though, you couldn’t say that being near him didn’t do things to you as well. You looked him over and just imagined his strong limbs wrapping around you, feeling him inside of you for the first time. You wondered how he’d do it.

“Well, you said. You told me you wanted to wait for marriage.” Harry looked confused, his dark curls were falling into his face as you stepped in closer and lifted your hand to move them from his forehead. You liked the way his hair looked, his deep hairline was even attractive, and the way his hair was just a little longer at the top so his chocolate strands would fall over his forehead from time to time.

You laughed, “I did say that. But that’s before I knew what I was. Who I am. I still don’t know exactly about who I am but now I know things I didn’t know then. I was lied to.” You searched his face and watched as his mouth parted and he didn’t speak for a moment as he digested what you’d just said. You saw his adam’s apple bob and he licked his lips again. He let out a breath and suddenly his hands were at your ears, drawing you in to his lips.

Your lips were once again moving together like it was meant to be, like this is who you belonged to. Like he belonged to you. And you didn’t even want to think about him being with anyone else. You wanted to be the only one.

Harry kissed you between panted breaths. Then he began speaking as he kissed your lips, small pecks in between breaths and words spoken against your lips, “What does that mean?... You want me?... I want you… Only you… I’m so sorry… for everything… please…” Harry’s words were dripping out between the press of his lips and hot breath.

He could convince you easily. You were weak for him. You felt so powerful but also so confused at the same time, but the one thing you were sure of was how much you liked Harry and how you couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad at him or deny him anymore. Or to deny yourself. Your body buzzed and floated when he touched you, you couldn’t imagine how it would feel when he moved inside of you.

You pushed at him to create a small distance and so you could speak but Harry just moved down and continued kissing at your jaw and submandibular. His warm lips on you nearly had you forgetting your words. You closed your eyes and placed your hands under his shirt to feel his skin on your palms. The way his lips felt on your neck and your skin made you tingle and lose all sense of direction and function. He had you right where he wanted you, he just didn’t know it.

When his lips sponged lower down your neck over your trapezius you moaned and found your voice once again, “Yeah. I do… want you. I want it to be you, Harry.” Your words were breathy and soft and you felt your lips wet at the way your salivary glands were working extra hard due to the hunger you had for something carnal. The thought had you excited, had your tummy sinking and pulling and rising in expectation within you.

Harry moved back and looked at your face, “With me? Now?” His expression was what you’d call, flabbergasted? Maybe disbelief? As if you’d somehow been pulling his leg, like you’d been joking and he was about to hear you laugh and tell him no.

But that wasn’t the case. Your body and your mind were ready, and his presence, his deep voice, his lips, his eyes, his body… all of it, you wanted it.

You nodded and smiled as you plucked at the fabric of his shirt in suggestion of him removing it. You wanted to see his skin, the tattoos, the hair that scattered on his chest, his muscles that formed underneath it all… You wanted to see him.

Harry pulled his shirt off and then brought his long fingers down to the hem of your shirt and kept his eyes on you as he lifted it over your head. He was shaking as he pulled the material off of you. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He still didn’t quite believe it.

He ducked down and kissed your bra. You’d worn a soft and thin bra that was meant for nighttime, since you hadn’t planned on seeing him (or anyone) when you put it on. Everything happened so fast from the moment you met your mother and saw her with Tamie, to driving to Harry, and then meeting Aim… And now here you were, with Harry, his lips attached to the fabric that lie over your already pebbled nipple. He wet the material and palmed you softly in his hand and then moved to the other side, wetting the material over your tits.

You wanted it off. You pushed at him and slid your bra off. This bra didn’t have a clasp. It was more like a sports bra but with very little support.

Harry almost cried. To see your soft tits bounce away from the elastic, hard nipples peaked and open, the curve of your waist, your shoulders and your belly button… He did tear up a little.

You watched his face morph from disbelief to awe. You removed your jeans and Harry kept his eyes on your hands and your hips as he quickly pulled his own down.

Harry was already poking out from the top of his elastic band. His briefs could not contain the monster that lie underneath the fabric. You could see a good bit of his shaft and all of his head, a shade darker than his lips. The bulk of him stretched at the fabric and you couldn’t resist when you put your hand over him to feel. Warm and hard under his briefs. You slid your fingers upward and touched his head and that had done it.

Harry picked you up and forced your thighs to wrap around his waist as he brought you to one of the bedrooms and put you on the bed, your hair fanning out all around. He watched as your breasts parted and swayed from the movement and he let his lips work over them again. He paid close attention to all of the quadrants of your supple tissue. The soft flesh that he squeezed and licked and sucked, to the areola, the nipple, and the underside of your breasts. He nipped at each and drunk them in. He wanted you bruised and left with his signature all over your body.

He tongued and kissed down your torso slowly toward your belly button where he dipped his wet muscle in and lapped at you. His hands moved down your sides and he squeezed, lowering himself.

You could only see the brown curls at the top of his head as he made his way lower and lower. When his hands met your hips he finally looked up at you and whimpered when he saw you smiling down at him. He was waiting for you to tell him to stop or tell him you were joking, or something. He felt this couldn’t be happening. He was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. But the whimper he let out was involuntary and it told you everything about how he was feeling. You liked having him like this. The sexiest man you’d ever seen and he was whimpering for you. Begging you with his eyes and his lips.

You nodded and he lowered his mouth to your fabric covered mound. He licked over your panties and kept his eyes on yours. He saw your pupils dilate and he smelled your arousal. You did want him. Your face and your eyes were his answer.

When he’d gotten your panties all wet with his saliva and then began to suck on your arousal that had seeped through you spread your legs for him and he held your inner thighs down. He continued to look up at you as he worked his mouth over the fabric of your panties and drank the arousal that had gathered at the crotch and you huffed. You wanted more.

“Take them off!” You quickly spoke and Harry wasted no time in sitting back and looping his fingers into your thoroughly wetted panties, tossing them to the floor. He returned to his position of praise with his face between your legs and promptly put his mouth over your slick pussy. You were a divine being and you even tasted like it. He knew you were special when he first smelled you and then your flavor? Oh god… he’d die for you, he’d do anything for you. You were worth the problems that would follow him. Having high angels and demons after him would be worth it. For as long as you wanted him. He hoped it would be for eternity. He couldn’t imagine feeling like this for any other being.

And you felt it all. All his want and all his need, his heart, and the way he worshiped you with his tongue. It was hard to find words in the moment. Having Harry on you like this was heaven. His soft gasps for breath and the way he was so expertly licking into you and over you. His tongue gliding up and down your slit, the way he pressed his nose into your clitoris.

When he began sucking on you and moaning as he swallowed you down your eyes met his. You had your hands violently attached to his hair, pulling and pushing him the way you liked. You gyrated your hips as much as you were able, but Harry’s hold on you was strong and his fingers were burning into your hips and his grip on you ached. You’d bruise for sure.

He knew how to make you come. He did it well. Your back arched and the way your pussy clenched around nothing (he hadn’t even stuck a finger inside of you) as your orgasm took over, was brutal. It could be life ending or saving… it felt like sorcery. You didn’t hold back your sounds and your moans. You were loud and you felt yourself shake forcefully under the weight of your orgasm, under the force of Harry’s tongue.

It was beautiful, Harry thought. The way he could make you come, and tremble, and cry out. How you’d moan around his name and you’d fill him with your slick. It was beautiful. He didn’t know how he was going to handle it once he could be inside of you. He was already on the verge of coming when you finally had your release.

You sat up and pushed at Harry’s head, “Enough. Oh my god.” You laughed. Harry sat back and put his palms flat on the mattress, still leaning over you. His face was set in a serious gaze, his face wet and pink.

The look on him, though, caught you. No smile, nor insecurity could be seen. He was a man (well, a demon) who wanted you in every way. He was a man who would give himself to you in every way.

“Want me to give you a blow job?” You thought maybe he’d like that, but then you suddenly were being positioned under him, his hands on your thighs and then your hips as he hovered over you. He kissed your mouth and it tasted like lemons and sex.

“Can’t. I’ll come too fast. Are you?” He leaned back to look at you, “Do you want to still? Or?” He was asking if you wanted to have sex still. He was just barely holding it together and knew if he let you suck on him at all he’d blow too fast. Though, he would easily be able to get hard again in record time. For you he could. Well, also because he’s an incubus and he’s made for it.

You bit your lip and smiled at him. He still wasn’t sure you were serious. But you were. Of course you were serious. He was delicious looking and the way he treated your body… well, you wanted it.

“I do want to. Still.” You feathered your fingertips over the tops his muscled thighs as he stayed in between your legs in wait for your answer. He kneed up and pulled his briefs down and let out a sigh of relief as he moved the material off his body. His big cock was begging for aid. You could almost hear it as if it were its own living entity. It practically was.

He wrapped his fingers around your ankles and lifted your legs a little as he looked between your thighs, glistening, ready, open. He gently plunged two fingers into your opening and listened to you panting. Your wet gasps and slick folds were his for the taking. He wanted it all.

You suddenly remembered a very important detail and sat up onto your elbows, “I don’t want to get pregnant, though. Not right now. Just… don’t get me pregnant.”

It didn’t matter anymore to Harry. Getting someone pregnant. He was in this with you and he’d wait for as long as you needed, and if you never wanted to get pregnant? Well, he’d just defy his arrangement. The only major physical need for him was sex and if you wanted it with him, he’d never go anywhere else for it. Getting someone pregnant was for the balance of the realms, but things had changed and now he was being hunted and there was a subtle realization that the realms were not balanced anymore, probably hadn’t been for some time. So the deal, from his perspective, was off.

“S’okay. I won’t get you pregnant. Even my sperm won’t get you pregnant if I don’t want it to. We get to choose when it happens, or if...” His smile was genuine and he looked so soft in that moment. You didn’t understand it all, but you didn’t worry much because you trusted him. You’d let him show you what it felt like and give you the full experience. You wanted it. You wanted him.

“Okay. Good.” Your breath picked up in anticipation and Harry pulled his fingers from you. You’d take him just fine. If you were a hybrid then you’d take a big incubus cock with little issue. It’d still be big for you, but you’d like it. He knew it.

But you were still a virgin and he was still feeling concerned for you. As much as you seemed to be taking the news of your origin in stride, he wanted to take it easy with you.

And you were just ready for him to slip inside. You wanted to feel it and be done with it. Know what it could be like when you’d come on a big dick. On Harry’s dick. He’d do it right for you. You knew that much.

When Harry spread your legs apart he was gentle with his hands on your inner thighs. He watched your soft pussy shine and clench. You were certainly ready to be fucked. He held his dick in hand and put his tip at your folds and slowly wet himself with you. He watched your face carefully and you smiled at him when you felt your labia spread apart from his blunt tip as he brushed it up and down through your crease.

“Do it, Harry. Please.” You spoke in a whisper as you looked down to where he was holding himself up to you. Harry swallowed hard and tried to suspend his nerves and his disbelief of the moment. This was happening. Like, actually.

When you wiggled yourself over him Harry watched the very tip of him disappear into your opening. He pulled back quickly and looked up at you with worry. You let out a frustrated groan.

“What’s wrong, Harry?”

Harry was trying to calm himself down. He was so excited and so filled with anticipation he was worried he was going to burst.

You laughed, “If you come too fast you can just keep going. Keep doing it. I can tell you’re going to stay nice and hard for me, Harry.”

Harry let out a laugh and shook his head. Of course you could hear his worry. It was probably oozing out of his pores.

So, he took one more deep breath and felt your hands reach out to his hips as he tilted his cock toward you. This time pushing in a little and watched himself slowly move inward. You held your breath.

You could feel him alright. He hadn’t gone in all the way but he was a lot. His face was what kept you grounded. He looked at your face and then back down to where you were joined together. He didn’t want to push in to fast because he could see how your pussy was already stretching around him. He drew back and saw his shaft shiny with you as he plunged back in. Your mouth dropped open, still silent as you adjusted to the way it felt being split in two with his incubus cock.

Harry’s motions became smoother as he inched his way deeper. His length was coated in you and the way it looked… god he would come in under a minute like this.

And he did. His thrusts were even and steady but he was trembling as soon as he felt your insides expand to take his length all the way and you peeped out a little noise when he hit that spot that only incubi could. And you loved it. You fucking delighted in it.

You had your legs bent at the knee, feet flat on the mattress when Harry grabbed at your left thigh and pulled your leg over his hip. He slid in deep and it made you see stars.

“Guh… oh!” Was all you could get out. Your chest was burning hot and flames were coming from your fingertips and your toes it felt.

And Harry came inside of you in under a minute just like he knew he would. He grunted and closed his eyes, shook his head at the embarrassment for how fast you had him coming, and clenched his jaw when he pumped his load into you. And it filled you with warmth and a sensation of total closeness. He was yours now. His stuttering hips and wet lips were evidence to his being yours. His soft eyes on you, his twisted face, his flared nostrils. It was yours.

“You’re mine…” you whispered into his ear when he lowered his body over you as he calmed from his quick release. He was still breathing heavy when he heard you say it and he smiled into your cheek and nodded.

“I am.” He was becoming emotional at the feeling. It was the quickest he’d ever come in all his life but that’s because it was you. He nuzzled his face into your neck and inhaled and became invigorated again. He was still hard inside of you. Your leg was still hitched over his hip and you were rubbing his back. As if he was the one who’d just lost his virginity. It felt like he had. This felt like the first time.

When he pushed himself up and looked down at you, you saw the shine in his eyes. He’d gotten emotional, but you were already emotional too. You heart bloomed and you had a new responsibility here. He was yours, to take care of and to keep safe. You didn’t know why that feeling had overcome you but it did.

He began to move inside of you again, his cock still a bit sensitive but still hard and he was ready to prove his worth. He rolled his hips into you and the bed creaked as he began to find the rhythm that felt the best.

He didn’t want to look away from your angelic face. You pinked up with exertion and your lips curled around coos and moans. He felt phenomenal inside of you.

“Does it?... Feel good?...” He spoke between labored breaths.

A tear fell from the edge of your eye and rolled down your cheek. How would you tell him the way it felt?

You breathed heavy and it came out in a crack before you could pull words together for an answer, “Better than… anything. I love… love it.”

Your head spun. You were about to tell him you loved him. You felt it. You could barely stop the emotion and the feeling he inspired in you. Intense and full, and warm, and he was yours. You loved him but you couldn’t admit it just in that moment. It was already nearly too much, your sudden passion and the way you found yourself caring for him. Just from having him inside of you. Feeling his come inside of you. The physical manifesting the spiritual.

Harry whined again and pushed his wet mouth onto yours as he continued long strokes inside of your perfect cunt. Because it was perfect. He’d never felt anything like you. It had his heart breaking and rebuilding over and over again.

You could feel his tears leaking onto your face as your own rolled down your cheeks into your hair. Harry’s thick organ was a force of nature inside you. It increased your existence. Suddenly you were on earth and there was a greater purpose for you. The way he moved inside of you revealed your magic and your love and your power.

“Oh! Wow! Oh fuck!” Harry lifted his mouth from yours when he felt it, felt your spirit wrap around his. Your gazes locked and he continued thrusts upward, not backing out anymore, just upward thrusts to get in as deep as possible, and it was fucking deep.

“Did you… feel that?” You sucked in a sharp breath as his thigh muscles pushed to work himself deep into your body.

He nodded and you brought your other thigh up to hitch over his hip, wrapping your legs around him and crossing your ankles over his bum. His eyes suddenly changed. His dilated pupils not only covered his iris but his entire eye and he saw it in yours, the same. You both moaned when you felt a powerful shift. Something was happening and you’d never seen Harry’s eyes look like that but you knew yours looked the same. You could feel it.

“I feel you. Your spirit. Fuck. I’m gonna come again, okay? Can I?” He was whimpering and you could feel him twitching inside of your pussy and you nodded at him.

“I’m coming now too, Harry!” It was too much. You wanted to hold onto that feeling forever but it was so divine, so powerful, so hot you could feel flames around your body and his. You pulled him down to bring his mouth to yours as you gushed around his cock. Harry cried out, his mouth on yours and he tried to keep his lips pressed on you and kissing you. He loved it. He loved you. He belonged to you from now on. For all eternity.

It lasted and lasted. He came deep inside of you and you pulsed around him and drank up his life force. He kept his lengthy dick deep in you as you let the intensity of your orgasm merge your souls.

And when you felt the silence, and the energy became still you knew it wasn’t just Harry that belonged to you. You were his too. But you had more responsibility to bear than he did, though it wasn’t clear yet what that meant.

So when you told him, decided it was time and it was good and he deserved it, you knew he felt the same, “Harry… I love you. I’m yours.”

Harry lifted his face from your clavicle and with wet, black eyes smiled down at you, “I love you, Y/n. I’m yours forever.”

It felt like the best thing that had ever happened to you. To any outsider it was just sex, but not for you. Not for Harry. This meant more. It meant everything and you were now one. But the way it felt so magical and so intense had you wondering out loud, “Was that magic? Did we do something that could have called on someone? That felt too powerful to not be something.”

Harry’s brow furrowed and he shook his head, “I don’t know. Maybe.”

And he didn’t know. It had never happened before. Not to him. But it was a force and nature had been altered and there was nothing to be done about it now but wait for Aim to contact you.

You ran your fingers through his hair and felt him still wide and hard inside of your body. His lips were so pink and you couldn’t help to kiss him, pull him down to you by his hair.

And when Harry began to rock his hips and you felt him glide through your walls again, the whole process had begun again just like that. The power and the magic, the existence of your souls merging into one. It couldn’t be stopped.

Part 12*

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