Enchanted Fluids ch.7

He eased up, concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Do I...," she giggled, sounding drunk. "Do I look okay?" she said. "Yes, idiot. You just made me orgasm. From talking and barely fucking me." She grabbed his ass tightly. "Now... get that thing going and let's see what you can really do."

At her words, his precum spilled inside her cunt, lubricating her even more. It only heightened her arousal—and definitely heightened his.

The thought of using any form of protection struck Harry as deeply unnatural. And somehow, he knew—internally, deep in his heart—that she wasn't using contraception. Later, she would confirm it, but it was almost unnecessary. He knew that part of why his sperm had such a profound effect on her was her fertility. Her ability to conceive, multiple times, thanks to the potent seed that only he could fill her with, could give her strong, magical offspring.

As he thrust into her, her body writhed with pleasure, his mind filled with primal images and ideas. About her rightful place, on her knees before him. Worshiping the cock that showed her true purpose. Her pregnant belly swelling with the force of his hurricane-like fucking, breasts oozing ambrosia like milk that only a select few would taste and savor.

And not just her, but Padma too. Daphne. Hell, even Cho and Fleur. Every woman he had ever desired, their minds and thoughts transformed around their proper role of serving him. All these women were drawn to him for a reason, and that reason was reproduction. To spread the seed of the next stage of humanity. To fill them like they had never been filled before. To make each of their fertile bodies pregnant to the fullest extent possible.

"Oh my God," Tracey moaned, her face expressing adoration. "How the fuck are you... a virgin? Oh my God, I'm going to come again..."

His thrusts were slow but powerful. He pushed forward deep and long, feeling his need for release grow with each tight passage through her incredibly hot, wet canal.

"I'll come with you," he said. "Together. Okay?" She nodded. "I'm so close. I'm so close. Please, sir. Please... do it. Do it now, please!"

He couldn't hold back if he tried. And she called him "Sir" at the very end... an unexpected seasoning to the delicious meal of their first fucking. He emptied himself into her fertile body, delivering everything he knew he could.

Slowly, as he stopped trembling and kissed her, his thoughts returned to normal.

All this idiocy about possessing all these women—being worshipped. Nonsense. Silly dreams. It would be foolish to even try. They were just dreams and a need for sperm. But still... it was tempting. "Tracey," he said.

"Tracey."

Oh... wow. Just like when he released his cum down her throat, she entered a trance. All it took was his sperm entering her body.

This trance seemed incredibly deep too—similar to the one Padma experienced when she got an extra load of sperm to drink. He didn't want to waste it.

"Tracey, do you want to be my girlfriend?" Her voice was dreamy and content. "I want to be your girlfriend."

"Being my girlfriend turns you on." "Being your girlfriend turns me on."

"You'll fuck me anytime, anywhere." "I'll fuck you anytime and anywhere."

"Pleasing me brings you pleasure." "Pleasing you brings me pleasure."

"You get aroused when you're around me." "I get aroused when I'm around you."

Harry had several plans to help with the store. However, he knew he couldn't do it alone. He needed Tracey's obedience. Her unquestioning, unwavering consent to his demands.

"You'll do as I say." "I'll do as you command."

"You'll be obedient to my orders." Her voice was surprisingly eager. "I'll be obedient to your commands."

"You'll dress provocatively for me." "I'll dress provocatively for you."

"You enjoy dressing sexy for me." "I enjoy dressing sexy for you."

"You like showing off your hot body." "I like showing off my hot body."

His hands slid down to her wet, cum-filled pussy. He inserted a finger and felt her body quiver with pleasure as he spoke and caressed her.

"You know you're amazing. You love being attractive to me." "I know I'm amazing. I love being attractive to you."

"You trust me completely." "I trust you completely."

Now, a big leap. He pressed his fingers into her cunt and moved deeply, gliding along the tunnel of her entrance.

"You're in love with me." She sighed happily. "I'm in love with you."

Yes! Holy fuck. His cock stiffened against her leg. He couldn't believe that after that hot cum, it was getting hard again... but hearing it from her was too much. "You love me," he said again. "I love you."

God, it was incredible. Years of loneliness... completely conquered.

"You love being my girlfriend." "I love being your girlfriend."

He thought about Padma and took a risk.

"You don't care if I fuck other girls." "I don't care if you fuck other girls." Wow, no resistance at all.

"Thinking about me fucking other women turns you on." "Thinking about you fucking other women turns me on."

"You love the idea of having sex with me and other women at the same time." "I love thinking about having sex with you and other women at the same time."

That was a lot, even though he had just filled her fertile womb with his potent sperm. He began returning to his favorite topics—she loved him, he turned her on, she trusted him, she loved doing what he told her.

When the trance subsided, they held each other tightly. There was nothing more perfect than this night, their first night together, with his first love completely under his control and holding him tightly. The two of them against the world... with him firmly in charge.

In the middle of the night, she whispered "Lumos" and turned to him. "Did you wake up?"

Of course, Harry wasn't sleeping. His mind was buzzing with ideas. He wanted to do so many things to Tracey... he wanted to completely warp her mind. He felt a euphoric surge of power. There were endless possibilities of what he could do with her. "He nodded and kissed her neck. She murmured in approval, but then pulled away. "I have something to tell you."

"Okay. Sure, lay it on me."

"I... really trust you, you know?"

"Of course. You trust me, right?"

Again, her face slightly darkened. "I trust you, Harry. I trust you more than anyone else."

God, that made his cock hard. She changed almost physically when she spoke those words, much like in the trance he put her in. Her eyes became slightly glassy, and her voice sounded somewhat robotic. However, she didn't seem to notice. In fact, Harry wasn't sure if anyone would notice. The only reason he did was that he knew what was happening.

"I want to be your slave, Harry."

"Really?"

It took him a moment to process what she had said. He hadn't even considered that possibility. Well, in a sense, he had already made her his slave. But he genuinely believed that he was only amplifying desires she already had. Sort of.

Okay, who was he kidding? He had given her plenty of desires. And God, wasn't it wonderful?

But still! What she was talking about wasn't something he explicitly mentioned.

"Really, really. I... sexually, I mean. Not like in real life, really. Wearing collars all day and crawling on hands and knees behind you. But sexually. I love being dominated. I love being told what to do. I love... being an object of a man's will. The will of a master. And even beyond that."

"Beyond that?"

She was deep in thought now.

"Not just being an object of his will, but being his vessel. The awareness that every desire, every need he has lives and breathes within me. That everything I do somehow fulfills what he wants." Harry cleared his throat. "Oh."

"I've just never had a strong man in my life. My father fucked off when I was only five. Long enough for me to miss him. And then my brother died when I was twelve. So, it was just me and mom until I turned eighteen... and then she died too."

"I'm sorry."

It seemed like such a lame thing to say, but that was all Harry could come up with.

"I'm telling you this because... I feel really close to you. Because I trust you. Completely. And I want you to be close to me. And I want you to trust me." "I trust you. I trust," Harry replied.

"I want you to know that if I'm your girlfriend, you have to be open to it."

"Okay."

Harry was still a bit too surprised to come up with a proper response. He sensed that she thought he didn't like what he heard.

"I don't expect you to dive into it right away. I know you're shy. But I want... I want you to know that it exists. That's what I want, okay? You deserve to know."

"Thank you. I'm glad I know. I want..."

She held him tighter, expecting his next words to be crucial.

"I want to be that for you. I think it might take some time, like you said. But I'm all for it. Completely."

Her legs pressed against his. He could feel the warmth emanating from her aroused pussy on his thigh.

"Really? I'm not just... a fuck toy? You don't want this just because I'm hot?"

"Well... being hot definitely helps. I love how hot you are," he admitted, eliciting the desired reaction with a slight shiver of pleasure from her body. He wasn't even sure if she noticed it. "But yes, I want this. I think I've always wanted it. I just... didn't think it was possible."

Soon, he would be able to dominate her in more ways than she could ever imagine. He would make her his slave in every aspect.

She kissed him, whispering a soft "thank you" into his ear as they slid back down to the ground.

"God, you're so hard," she said, grabbing his cock. "But you horny stallion. Do you finally want a hand job?"

He did. He knew that without her stroking him or fucking him, he wouldn't fall into a trance... but right now, he had no ideas for that. He nodded, and she began stroking his shaft up and down.

"Just for my Master," she murmured, pressing him firmly against her body and bringing him to orgasm with her skilled hand. "Just for Him. His obedient slave... submissive..."

And so they drifted back into sleep, her hand still sliding lazily up and down in a leisurely, pleasurable handjob for her new Master. Harry resisted the temptation to fuck her right away and transform her mind to be completely devoted to serving her new Master's cock. Those moments would come in due time... and he didn't want to disturb the sweetness of the moment she had just given him.

THE PLAN, of course, was for both of them to wake up early, just like the previous day, go for a run, take a shower, and change clothes before opening the store.

However, what they didn't plan for was how damn comfortable it was to cuddle up and sleep next to their new girlfriend or boyfriend (in Tracey's case, her new true love). Harry wouldn't trade the feeling of her loving arms around him for anything.

They also didn't plan for Daphne to walk in an hour before the store opened.

And of course, that's exactly what happened. So now, for two consecutive days, Daphne knew without a doubt that they were treating the bookstore as their personal space for fucking.

"Merlin's beard!" she exclaimed when she saw them on the floor. "Don't you two have apartments? Like, one for both of you? You know you can fuck on a bed, right?"

Neither of them was coherent enough to say anything. Daphne's sudden entrance abruptly woke them from deep sleep.

"Okay. You know what? Fine. Go ahead and fuck. I don't care. We're falling behind anyway. I'll pay you when I can, but... both of you should look for something new."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"I mean unless a miracle happens, we won't be open until the end of this month. That's what I mean. We just don't have the money anymore. Okay?"

But they will. Harry held Tracey close, feeling the softness of her skin against his. Money will flow into this store, and he knew exactly how to make it happen.