Close Encounter- Part 3

AN: Apologies for the delay, I decided to add about 2K words to this story after I did the initial edit. I was going to have the final scene in another chapter but decided it worked better here.

Looking ahead, you can expect a new chapter of Taming a Dragon on Thursday.

Hope you enjoy!

Casting-

Kara- Allie Dunn

They made their way out of the trunk still in naked as the day they were born and sticky from their incredibly enjoyable activities. When they were back standing in his apartment, Harry took Kara’s hand in his own and started leading her toward the bathroom.

Unfortunately, their night in together came to an abrupt, loud, and all-around chaotic halt. The door of his apartment exploded off its hinges, soaring across the room to explode against the wall across from it. A few feet to the left and it would have gone soaring straight out of the window.

Instead, it exploded into shrapnel, and Harry had the rather odd experience of being moved as though he weighed absolutely nothing as Kara shielded him from the explosion. The little pieces of wood that shot across the room didn’t leave so much as a scratch on her smooth skin.

In any other circumstance, he’d be incredibly happy to have his face pressed against the swell of her perky breasts, but the brilliance was rather lost when in the midst of an ambush.

“Avada…” Almost as quickly as she shielded him, Harry dipped out from behind her as a spell shot from his hand. Their assailant didn’t get a chance to finish the second part of the Killing Curse before they were left screaming as they clawed at their own throat.

It was only then that Harry got the chance to take stock of the situation. There were five people that rudely interrupted their evening, including the one currently writhing on the ground. They all wore black from head to toe with their faces covered for good measure. Three of them had already pressed into the room while one was in the hallway waiting and watching. The one in the back appeared to be a woman based on their build.

He almost had to chuckle as their would-be assailants were caught entirely off guard by their state of dress, or lack thereof. The three men were stricken immobile when they came upon Kara’s nude form, and he couldn’t really blame them. Unfortunately for them, that hesitation meant that they didn’t even have the opportunity to defend themselves. Not that it would’ve been much help.

Kara was a blur as she dashed across the short distance between her and the nearest man. The smack of her fist against his chest was thunderous. He went hurtling toward the wall, and fell to the ground groaning with, Harry would reckon, a broken sternum. He’s just lucky that she knows how to pull her punches.

Almost as quickly, Harry fired off two more spells that left the other two men unconscious on the ground. It was kinder than the fate of the first, but in all fairness, that one had pissed him off by even starting the Killing Curse. It all happened almost as fast as it took to blink your eye.

The last of them was still standing in the doorway. And between the black surrounding her face, he could see her eyes widen in panic, “Oh shit…” She tried to turn, to run, even going for her pockets to retrieve an emergency portkey, Harry was sure.

She never got the opportunity to use it. As Harry pulled her back toward the room, Kara ripped the portkey from her hand effortlessly.  Their final assailant was left cowering on her knees in front of them, with no means of escape.

Given they were both still very much naked, it was a rather uncomfortable position to find herself in. She tried to avert her gaze, but they both caught her looking. Whether out of fear or curiosity, it was difficult to tell.

From seemingly nowhere, clothes appeared on them both. In her case, her superhero costume. Kara snorted out a laugh that Harry ignored as he crouched down to look the woman in the eye, “Who are you?”

Rather predictably, she sneered, “I’m not telling you anything…”

Harry sighed, “Why is it that you lot always say that?”

“It’s an epidemic, really.” Kara agreed with him.

“You can either tell me, or I’ll simply take it from you. But either way, I’m going to find out what I want to know.” There was such certainty in his words that he could see her resolve falter, but to her credit, she steeled herself, set her mouth tightly and glared at him.

“The painful way then… just once you’d think someone would think these sorts of decisions through.” He placed his fingertip against her temple. Unlike Miles, her mouth didn’t open in a silent scream, instead the muscles in her neck tightened to the point of looking like they’d snap, and her eyes widened in sheer panic. Her mind was a blank canvas for him to peruse before he let go a few brief seconds later.

“Well, Molly, I’m rather impressed. You took that far better than most.” She was breathing heavily, sweating profusely, and had a look of terror in her eyes, but she was still conscious which was more than most managed in similar circumstances. Those eyes closed as a stunner hit her in the chest.

“Did you learn anything?” Kara asked

“Oh yes,” he smiled, “Her name is Molly Havisham and she happens to be Clinton’s second in command, as it were, and his lover, or at least one of them. I didn’t dig too deeply where that matter was concerned.” At her raised eyebrow, he got to the point, “It seems that Clinton has an informant at the Magical Congress who first told him of my arrival and then, managed to get ahold of my whereabouts.” He suspected, but left it alone, hoping that it might end up in his favor.

“And why did he send her?” She glanced down at the terrified woman.

“To get me out of the way, because tonight is the night… and he knew that it wouldn’t take much for someone like me to catch on. I do have a reputation, after all.” Harry tutted as he looked around the room, “He should’ve thought to send more than five people though…” It was almost insulting to think that so few would even stand a chance. He either had far too much confidence in them or was hoping that the element of surprise would overcome their odds.

Ignoring the latter statement, Kara pressed him, “When you say that tonight is the night?”

“He intends to abduct all the necessary souls to complete the ritual that should unlock the power of the Stone of Nephthys. She’s a goddess from Ancient Egypt, if you’re wondering.” He hadn’t the foggiest idea how something like that had ended up in the Department of Unidentifiable Objects, but that wasn’t his job either.

“And you know where this is going to happen, right?”  He started placing portkeys in the hands of each of the assailants, stunning Molly for good measure. The first had gone unconscious in his panic some time ago.

“Thanks to Molly, I do.” One by one, they all popped away and would wake up to being processed.

“So… we’re going to stop him?”

“Of course, we are.” That made her smile.

It was a cloudless night, brightened by the full moon overhead. They were a far cry from the affluent home where he thwarted his first congregation of cultists. Instead, they were at an abandoned rail yard outside of the city. Harry had to give Walpole some small amount of credit. It’s the last place that I would’ve thought of looking.

Dozens of old, rusted out railway cars sat on old lines across the yard. They approached, their footsteps silenced and their bodies invisible at least to outside observers, when Harry found the first signs of warding. They were strong, tied to a wardstone, and surely would’ve attracted a great deal of attention if he simply broke them.

Instead, he used a trick he’d picked up while working with a Curse-Breaker in Bosnia while dealing with a blood mage. Instead of breaking the wards, he created a small slit within the magic that slowly widened until it was big enough that he could pass through it. Once on the other side, he held it open for Kara before letting it close back up as though they’d never even been there.

“On the right track…”

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Kara questioned him, “Was that meant to be a pun?”

“Honestly… no.” That only made her shake her head, though she couldn’t hide her little smile, as they weaved their way through the rail yard, looking for one particular train car.

They knew they were getting close when they heard footsteps. To their right was one of the cultist, wand in hand, ready in case of any intruders. With just a shared look, they reached an agreement.

His stunner hit the man in the back just as Kara caught him and dropped him gently to the ground so he wouldn’t make any noise. She placed a portkey in his palm before returning to Harry’s side.

They encountered two more watchmen who were dealt with just as efficiently before they found the right shipping container. Instead of sitting up on rails, it was on the ground, digging into the mud after years of sitting there. It was green with graffiti painted on every side, but unlike many of the others, there wasn’t the slightest sign of rust.

The latch was loud as he forced it open to reveal a set of black wooden spiral stairs that went down into the darkness. They waited for anyone to come running, but no one did. As they took their first step, pale green lights revealed the way downward. It felt like they descended over fifty meters before they finally reached the end.  

At the bottom, there was a black stone door with runes carved into the surface that glowed a faint green as he approached, “Did you want me to take care of this one?” He could hear the smile in Kara’s voice as they both remembered the state she left the last door in.

As much as he would enjoy seeing that, he thought it best to maintain anonymity as long as possible, “No, I’ve got this one. Por Potentia et Aeternitate” He’d taken the password right from Miss Havisham’s head, and he couldn’t help but find it annoyingly bloviating… Power and Eternity indeed.

The lock clicked and the door slid open of its own accord. Inside was a corridor laid with a familiar reflective stone that he assumed must be Walpole’s favorite. At the end of the corridor, there was a light and the echo of an ululating chanting.

They walked into a sight not unlike the one they’d encountered the first time they met… though on a far grander scale. There weren’t just ten people being prepared for sacrifice, but at least a hundred. The cultist numbered at least half that, all of them in black robes.

The dais in the center of the room was far more ornate, inlaid with runes of polished silver.  Instead of an orb meant to store the life essence for the ritual until the appropriate time, there was a stone cube. Even from a distance, Harry could feel the inherent magic coming from it. Hieroglyphs were carved into its face in surprising detail, as though they’d only been done the day before.

Sitting in what could only be described as a throne, just behind it, was not a man in red-lined robes, but instead one in a finely tailored suit.

For the first time since the start of the case, Harry got to see Clinton Walpole in person. His demeanor screamed of a man who thought very highly of himself. There was coldness in his stare as he looked at all those gathered, as though he felt nothing but apathy both for those about to be sacrificed and those who followed him.

“This… is going to be a bit trickier than last time.” Kara whispered.

Harry nodded in agreement, “But we’ll make it work. First priority is making sure all these people are safe.” Thinking quickly, he started silently producing portkeys. He didn’t need them to go far, just back up to the rail yard would do, but he needed them away from the fighting that would surely follow.

They were simple stones that would stick inside the would-be sacrifices’ hands. As he presented them to Kara, he challenged her, “How fast do you think you can get these to each of them.”

“Few seconds… if I stumble.”

She went to take the first of them from him put he pulled back to offer a warning, “Just be careful,” he gestured to the runic array on the ground, “We don’t need you stuck again.”

“Don’t worry… I learned my lesson the first time.” The heroine gave him a cheeky smile before taking the portkeys from the ground and getting to work. The only sign of her invisible deeds was the slight draft as the air swirled around her.

As she gave the last of them out to the entranced kidnappees, one of Walpole’s subordinates approached him and whispered in his ear before being waved away. As Kara arrived back beside him, Walpole stood and made his way behind the dais.

With every step he took the chanting grew louder until he raised his hands for silence, “My friends,” his voice was a rich baritone, firm and assured, “the time has come for ascension, the time has come for us to take with both hands the power that will allow us to shape the world as we see fit! For all time!”

“Harry, how long until they’re out of here?”

“Soon…”

“It might need to be sooner.” She chided him.

“Let us begin!” The first of the sacrifices started making their way toward the dais. Everyone was watching with bated breath as the first of them, a middle-aged man with dark skin and short hair, made his way over. As they neared Walpole started incanting a spell and a tendril of magic linked from the cube to the man as he just kept walking closer.

Harry felt something akin to déjà vu as he dropped his spell and started clapping. The room fell silent, and Walpole scowled as he stopped his clapping, “It’s quite the speech, Clinton… but, I’m afraid, there’s going to be no ascension today.” He had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the very implication.

“Harry Potter,” he was quite sure he hadn’t heard his name said with such utter hatred since Tom died, “you don’t know when to quit do you?”

“Not really, no. It’s a bit of a character flaw if I’m being honest.” He was just buying enough time so that the innocents would disappear. By his reckoning, he needed about fifteen seconds.

Which Clinton was happy to fill for him, “Your interference already delayed my plans once, Potter! I refuse to allow it to happen a second time. My glory will not be delayed by some over-important Brit who’s done nothing but get lucky!”

On his last word, the room became significantly emptier as the portkeys activated all at once. Harry grinned condescendingly, “It used to be all luck, but these days I’m just rather good at it.”

Clinton sneered as he commanded his lackies, “Kill him!” They clearly hadn’t gotten the chance to hear what he’d done to their fellows the last time he had an encounter with them, much less his other exploits, because they all took to his command without even a bit of hesitation.

There was a cacophony of asynchronously uttered Killing Curses as the roomwas lit up in sickly green. Unfortunately for the cultists, Harry merely dipped down below the stone of the ground and let them all fly straight over where he’d been just seconds before. There was a dull thud as two of the unfortunate lot died as they’d been standing perfectly across from each other.

As Harry popped back up, well away from the center of the room and just behind a rather burly cultist, he noticed that Kara had taken that as her cue to get involved in the action. Cultists were falling one by one to an invisible force that was driving them to their knees, or back, or front… only to smack them unconscious. Well, I can’t let her have all the fun.

Reaching out, he touched the cultist, that hadn’t even realized he was there, and he fell down in a heap. Spells came his way that were batted aside as half a dozen of them tried to square him up.  Tendrils of darkness exuded from his own shadow as he evaded every spell. When the darkness reached them, they were pulled down before being spat back out unconscious.  

It seemed that at least one of the cultists had a functioning brain between their ears as they realized that Harry clearly wasn’t working alone, “Revelio.” While the spell managed to reveal Kara, it didn’t make it any easier for them to hit her.

It was almost like watching dominoes fall as they tumbled one after the other. Some screamed, some groaned, a few at the end even tried to run, but it was no use.

It seemed that Clinton realized just how truly overmatched his lackies were as he finally stepped in personally. At least some of his pretentiousness was well earned as he managed to hit Kara with a Slowing Charm, though it was a rather wide-ranging spell anyway.

It was what he followed it up with that concerned Harry, “Avada Kedavra.”  Dispatching a squat, stout woman by severing her arm at the shoulder, Harry pivoted and with a clenched fist pulled on Kara with his magic. It was enough to overwhelm the charm, and she snapped to his side to let the Killing Curse crash impotently against the stones at the back of the room.

Unbothered by the near-death experience, Kara gave him a brief kiss on the cheek before dashing off only to punch another cultists so hard they nearly hit the ceiling and then kneeing another in the groin so hard, Harry reckoned the man would be lucky if one his testicles hadn’t ruptured.

“This isn’t the end!” Clinton reached for the Stone of Nephthys, only to look horrified as Harry swatted it away from him with his magic, “You may have thwarted me today, but there is no stopping me forever, Potter!”

This time he was unable to prevent the eye roll. Harry really couldn’t believe the arrogance of this man, “Clinton… trust me, it’s over.” He extended his hand to incapacitate one last cultist by wrapping him in ropes, “This hasn’t even been my most difficult assignment this year… I’d rank it somewhere in the middle if I’m being honest. Trust me, you have nothing on the necromancer.” Though, in all fairness, things were made infinitely simpler by having a partner, even if I wasn’t expecting it.

“Fool, you underestimate me!” Except no, he really didn’t. As Clinton twisted on the spot, no doubt to apparate, he found himself right there in his underground ritual chamber. He panicked as he looked around frantically.

Harry and Kara acted almost simultaneously. His Body-Bind hit Clinton’s right as her fist connected with the side of his cheek. It left him stuck with his face smooshed and his tooth looking like it was about to wobble right out of his mouth. It was rather disappointing, in Harry’s estimation, he was hoping for more of fight. But then, I’ve been feeling that way more and more often lately.

Still, looking around at the utter demolition they’d just handed out, he had to say, “I’d call this a job well done.”

Kara giggled as she bounced down from the dais to him, “I have to agree.” She gave him another kiss on the cheek before saying confidently, and without context, “Twenty-seven.”

“Twenty-seven?”

“That’s how many I got… which I believe means that I won.” She finished with a triumphant smile.

He shook his head but couldn’t stop the smile that was threatening to make an appearance, “I didn’t realize that we were competing… and you better not be counting Clinton as one of yours.”

“Of course, we were competing.” Kara told him very matter of fact, “And yes… yes, I am. My fist got there first.”

“My spell is what actually finished him though.”

They held eye contact for a few moments before Kara rolled her eyes and conceded, “Fine, we’ll call it a tie but… I still won by two.”

“That won’t happen again.” For all he knew, this would be their last time working together. But with how quickly the response left his mouth, it was obvious that he’d prefer if that wasn’t the case.

Her eyes lit up as she teased him, “No, definitely not, I’ll beat you by at least ten next time.”
A groan from one of the incapacitated cultists pulled them from their little repartee, “We should probably take care of all this shouldn’t we...”

“Yep.”

“Portkeys?”

“Definitely.”

“We should get a move on then.” She leaned in close, her warm breath tickling his ear, “We have some unfinished business, and I don’t know about you… but I feel like celebrating.”

That was all the motivation that Harry needed to get a move on. Together, they sent every cultist unconscious and wandless to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement’s processing and detainment area.

The people they saved were a slightly more complicated matter because neither of them actually knew where any of them came from, and there were a fair few muggles amongst them. Which was why in the end, Harry sent them along to the DMLE as well, but instead of the detainment division, he sent them to removal of curses and enchantments where he was sure, the muggles, would then be escorted to have their memories of the ordeal removed. The yanks take secrecy even more seriously than we do.

The whole process took them about ten minutes when all was said and done, and it left only one thing. Back down in the ritual chamber, Harry bent down to retrieve the Stone. It fit neatly in his palm, as he mumbled to himself, “Wonder if you were even worth all this trouble…”

As he stood, something entirely unexpected happened. He felt the Stone come alive in his hand, pulsating with magic that seemed to race up his arm right to his chest before suffusing through the rest of his body. There were runes etched into his skin that briefly glowed before settling again.  It felt incredible. He spent years honing his magic, but now it felt like more than he could ever remember… and right on his fingertips.

He didn’t know if Clinton was even right about the Stone’s origin, but it was clear that he lacked the power to unlock it, and Harry didn’t.

Kara’s hand on his shoulder stirred him, “Everything alright?”

Giving her a smile, he tucked the stone cube away in his pocket, where it really shouldn’t fit, “Brilliant.”

“Do you want to get that back to them?”

“It can wait.” He assured her, “If I go back now, it will mean a whole headache of paperwork.” Wrapping a hand around her waist, there wasn’t even a pop as they were suddenly standing in his apartment again, “And you and I already have plans.” She didn’t even complain about the apparition, but that was probably because it was significantly more pleasant this time around.

The door was still shattered to pieces, they had been in quite a hurry after all, but that was easy enough to fix. He only had to wiggle his finger, and it pieced itself back together as though it’d never been broken.

That was all he had the opportunity to do before Kara decided to take the matter into her own hands. The world blurred in his vision as he found himself sitting on the edge of his own bed looking at her silhouetted by the light of the other room.

He flicked it closed behind her and conjured candles that cast a dim light as they levitated in the air. Kara bit her lower lip as her hand glided along her stomach to her skirt. She pushed it down and let it fall to her feet before stepping out of it.

The top of her outfit was essentially a one piece swimming suit with long sleeves. As he looked at the apex of her thighs, he could see the outline of her tiny slit against tight blue material and a dark damp spot. He swore that he could smell her arousal in the air, and it made him harden in his trousers.

Rolling the sleeves off her arms until they were hanging by her side, she hooked her thumb into the stretchy material that was struggling to contain her impressive chest, and slowly pushed it down her body, revealing inch after delicious inch of smooth skin. When it pulled away from the damp petals of her sex to finally pool at her feet, he could see her glistening arousal in the low light. Somehow, she managed to make peeling herself out of the spandex equal parts sexy and effortless, and it left him throbbing.

He felt a rush of air, and suddenly he was feeling a whole lot cooler. Resting back on his elbows, he smirked at the heroine, “Weren’t willing to let me put on a show for you?”

“Maybe some other time,” Kara went to her knees and grabbed his cock where it was resting heavily against his stomach, “This was the only ‘show’ I’m interested in right now.” To prove her point, she took one long lick from the base of his shaft until her tongue was tickling his slit. It made Harry shiver, but he had other ideas.

Giggling, she kept a hold of him as she was lifted in the air and twisted around until her strong thighs were on either side of his head, “Who knew that magic had such wonderful practical applic…ations!?” The last word came out as more of a moan than anything truly intelligible as Harry leaned up to prod his tongue into her dripping pussy.

Kara took that as an open invitation to suck his crown into her mouth as she jerked him with her hand. It was clear rather quickly that she didn’t have much experience, if any. She could only get about half of her into her mouth, but that didn’t stop her from trying and her enthusiasm made up for any lack of skill. Her slick spit dripped down the sides of his cock and she made sure to work every drop into his sensitive flesh.

Good as her determined sucking felt, Harry’s focus was primarily on the delicious little pussy on his tongue. Unlike his younger lover, he had a bit of experience… and a rather unfair command of his own magic that suddenly felt stronger than ever.

His tongue scraped against the blonde’s powerfully grippy walls, and when he reached as far as he could go, he sent a little jolt of magic out that caused her to buck in his grip. Given her superhuman strength, he thought it would be hard to hold her in place, but it felt… easy.

Naturally, that made him confident to do it again… and then again, until he felt her moaning around a mouthful of cock and her juices dripping onto his lips and to cover his chin. The pleasure was clearly too much, and she tried to pull away, but he flexed some of his magic, and it was enough to hold her in place as he hooked his elbows over her legs and dug his fingers into her bum.

Kara’s sucking became distracted, nothing more than her desperately licking at the ridge of his crown between open-mouthed kisses as she erratically stroked him. It stopped altogether when his tongue flicked against her clit and more magic tingled through her body. She sat bolt upright and forced his mouth onto that spot again. As he sucked it between his lips, her fingers scratched against his lower abs.  

She came again with guttural scream that could’ve broken every window in the building if it weren’t for a hastily cast spell. It became too much for her and this time when she tried to pull away, he let her.

Still twitching with the aftershocks of her own peak, she rolled onto her side and was looking at him with big eyes as he slowly traced the inside of her thigh with one of his fingers, “God Harry… that was…”

“I’ll take your loss for words as a compliment,” He gave her a cheeky smile, “Oh, and two to zero… if we’re keeping count.”

It only took Kara a second to understand what he meant. Her blue eyes flashed with determination, “Not for long.”

Twisting on the bed, she laid so that her heart-shaped bum rested right on the edge and spread her legs wide, just enough that the lips of her plump pussy winked open in invitation. Hopping off the bed, he stood between her outstretched legs.

Smack. His heavy cock made her puffy lips jiggle before he ran the underside of his shaft along her slit. Kara’s deep blue eyes, rolled to the back of her head before she growled out in desperate need, “Put it in me… now!” It was clear that she wasn’t asking.

Groaning as he split her folds, she was virgin tight, slick and slippery. He had no idea if he was her first, but as she babbled out, “Oh… holy shit… that’s… wow… different than fingers… fuck… that’s… stretching…” it seemed likely.

He steadily filled her grippy heat with his throbbing length until his balls rested against her bum. Her eyes were closed as she savored the feeling, but they snapped open as he sent a surge of magic through his cock right to the deepest part of her.

Stretching her legs just that little bit wider, her voice was pure lust as she told him, “I want you to fuck me, Harry. Don’t hold back… we both know I can handle it.”

Leaning down to kiss her, he gave her a wolfish smile, “We’ll see about that.” She gasped as he pulled his cock out of her warmth before snapping his hips forward.

The magic necessary to ensure that he could contend with her inhuman strength came easy to him. Her gasps turned to moans of intense pleasure as he sent her beautiful body jiggling with each thunderous thrust. It really shouldn’t have been surprising that they broke the bed after just a few short minutes. Probably should’ve thought to reinforce that with a bit of magic too.

It didn’t even make him slow down. He just followed her down, going to his knees as he kept fucking the gorgeous young woman. He could see her knuckles turn white as she gripped the sheets. Kara was trying not to cum again, she already knew the score and she didn’t intend to let it get any worse.

There was no way that Harry was going to allow that. His fingers found her supersensitive nub and poured magic into it. Her eyes widened as she knew that she’d lost her battle. She squeaked adorably before he felt her pussy ripple along his shaft. The sheer strength of her made it impossible to move as she held him in place.

Her back arched off the bed before she snapped back down and shivered in place. Her tiny pussy tried to squeeze him, harder than anyone else had ever come close, tried to force him over the edge. And even Occlumency almost wasn’t enough to stop it, but he managed.

As she recovered from her climax, he leaned down and kissed her again, “You look beautiful when you come undone around me… I think I want to see it one more time.”

“Harry… oh… fuck…” He took her leg in his hand and pulled it over to the other side so that she was laying with her lower half sideways but so that he could looked at her gorgeous face. It made her just that little bit tighter, and from the way her eyes rolled back, she seemed to enjoy the new position.

Smack. She moaned as her ass rippled from the impact of his hand. He quickly worked into a rhythm knowing that he would have to get her there quickly. He was already riding a knife’s edge and the way she was flexing around him was making it almost impossible to resist.

After just a few minutes, he knew he could take no more. Cupping one of her pert breasts, his thumb grazed against the hardened nub. She’d became wise to his tricks, and tried to pull his hand away, “No fair…”

“Who cares… about fair… when it feels this good?” Her lustful moan as magic raced through every pleasurable nerve in her sensitive nipple was all the answer he needed. Besides does she really think her perfect little cock hugger is in any way fair?

Her fourth peak was too much for him to bear. With one final thrust they came together. Her twitching pussy milked strand after strand of white from his pulsing cock as Kara grabbed his hip to hold him in place.

As he pulled out a small river of his cum followed and ran down the curve of her ass. Kara wiggled her bum as she looked at him with blissful eyes, “It’s a good thing we can pop across the Atlantic in no time flat…”

Harry chuckled, “It certainly makes things easier.”

She gave a delirious giggle, as she laid her head down, “I know how I’m celebrating from now on.”

Patting her bum, he agreed, “I can get used to that.”