Just His Luck (Harry Potter/LOTR)

Poll Winner

Themes: Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Kissing

Summary: Based on this image. Veteran Auror Harry Potter isn't too sure about it when he first finds himself inexplicably teleported to the Land of Middle Earth. But hey, he'd ultimately never started a family back home after realizing he was immortal thanks to the Deathly Hallows, so why not just treat this as the next step in his very own great adventure? As it turns out, a certain widowed Lady agrees. And man does Galadriel turn out to have hidden depths once they get down to business.

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Ever since arriving on Middle-Earth, Harry had to admit… he’d been a bit at loose ends. It wasn’t like he had much to get back to in his own world, truth be told. After defeating Voldemort, he and Ginny had made an attempt… but it had ultimately fizzled out.

From there, Harry had gone into the Auror Force and hadn’t really had time to pursue any other long term relationships. Not to mention, everyone in Magical Britain practically worshipped the ground he walked on so it wasn’t like Harry was going to find a good partner close to home anyways.

He hadn’t truly given up on starting a family until he’d eventually realized he was no longer aging and immortal, however. It was around that point that Harry had known he was going to outlive every last person he’d ever loved or cared about. So… he’d sort of closed himself off. He’d stuck around as an Auror for a while longer, even becoming Head Auror while using magic to make himself seem like he was still aging.

But his heart hadn’t really been in it, truth be told. He could have gone on to become Director of the DMLE and maybe even Minister of Magic one day… but he didn’t want it. He simply didn’t want it.

And then… he’d found himself called down to the Department of Mysteries on an emergency. An experiment with the Veil that had taken his godfather from him had gone awry and the damn thing had begun sucking everything in like a black hole. If it wasn’t stopped, it would have likely torn the entire Ministry down with it… and who knew if it would have stopped there or even at the British Isles either.

Harry had stopped it. He was confident of that fact. But the cost of stopping the Veil from consuming his world had been letting it consume him. He’d not been too bothered by it. After all, Harry had already been dealing with the existential crisis of potentially living forever. Dying to save the world was as good a death as any, really.

… But of course, it didn’t work that way. Master of Death and wielder of the Deathly Hallows and all that bullshit. Harry hadn’t died. Instead, he’d been spit out somewhere else entirely. Middle-Earth.

His adventures through Middle-Earth this past year had certainly been… an experience. He’d done and seen things he never would have gotten to back home. Middle-Earth was a place that was as fantastic as it was horrifying.

The woman across from him right now, wearing a see-through dress and not much on underneath it, was a perfect example of this fact. She wasn’t a woman at all actually… she was an elf. Specifically, she was Galadriel, Lady of way too many places and peoples to name. Lady of Lorien, Lady of the Galadhrim, Lady of Light, and Lady of the Golden Wood.

She had been described to him as ‘the mightiest and fairest of all the elves that remained in Middle-Earth’. She’d also been described to him as the ‘greatest of all elven women’. Harry had tried not to let that get to him. Especially since Galadriel had, practically from the beginning, saw him as an equal.

It didn’t matter that he’d only lived for a scant few decades while she’d been alive for eons. Harry’s status as Master of Death and an unaging immortal had been noted immediately when he’d finally run into the elves of Middle-Earth for the first time. All of them, Galadriel included, seemed to hold him in great esteem for his position and achievements.

… The other important thing to note was that Galadriel was a widow. She’d lost her husband centuries ago apparently. That was important, because Harry now found himself alone with the beautiful Lady of Light… having just been propositioned by her.

“Lady Galadriel…”

Smiling softly, her see-through white dress revealing MUCH to the naked eye that Harry tries not to stare at, Galadriel steps forward and places a hand on his chest.

"Harry... I should think by now, you’ve more than earned the right to call me only by my name. Unless you believe we aren’t that close and I should address you as Master Potter.”

Harry flushes at that, even as Galadriel arches a brow as well as lifting up one corner of her mouth. Teasing. She’s teasing him. Still…

“Galadriel, are you sure about this?”

Galadriel lets out a breathless sigh and brings her second hand up to join the first. Both hands slide along his chest as she leans in close, her lips mere centimeters from her own.

“I am, Harry. I am quite sure.”

Maybe he should clarify more. Maybe he should stop her anyways. But Harry… can’t bring himself to do so. He’s no virgin to be clear. He’s even had sex here and there since arriving on Middle-Earth. But this is different. Galadriel was… different. For more than just the obvious reasons too.

His hands come down to her hips and he doesn’t bother asking her again whether she’s sure or not. Instead, he pulls her in close, feeling the Lady of the Golden Wood’s heart racing in her chest as her breath hitches. His lips meet hers a moment later, the passion and desire rising to the surface now that he’s no longer holding himself back.

It’s been a long time since Harry allowed himself to let go and indulge in romantic feelings. But Galadriel of all people wasn’t about to go and die on him any time soon. Of anyone Harry could have developed feelings for, she was one of the best.

Their kiss deepens and Galadriel’s hands continue to roam over Harry’s broad chest, feeling his muscles underneath his top. Harry, meanwhile, slides his hands down and around to her ass, groping and squeezing her buttocks through her gossamer gown. She gasps softly as he begins to hike up her dress, the cool air starting to caress her skin more and more.

Galadriel is quick to return the favor though, her own hands working on his clothes as well. Soon enough, they stand before each other naked, their bodies completely on display.

Harry can’t help the way his eyes no doubt darken with lust as he drinks in the sight of her, his hands returning to skim over her curves. Galadriel shivers under his touch in turn, a small moan escaping her lips. Then, showing that she’s no blushing maiden, she reaches out and tangles her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer once more as their kisses become altogether urgent and desperate.

They tumble onto the bed with one another. He, the Master of Death and she, Lady of Lorien. Galadriel’s legs spread and Harry’s throbbing member finds its way betwixt her thighs only for him to pause again. They break apart for air and Galadriel takes in heaving breaths, her chest bobbing up and down with each one.

“I have denied myself this for so long, Harry. The death of my husband… it touched my very soul. You are the first man since Celeborn to make me feel this way. At first, I feared giving in to my desire with you. But I know… I know he would want my happiness. I know he would not begrudge us this.”

Harry nods solemnly in turn. With that said, he slides into her. Slowly, surely, he fills every inch of Galadriel with his length, enjoying her slick, wet, heat. She’s also tight, unbelievably so, but her arousal makes it easy for him to begin moving in and out of her.

However, just as he’s setting a slow, sensual pace… Galadriel reaches up and places a hand on his cheek.

“Harry… I am no porcelain doll. Do not treat me like one.”

Blinking, Harry hesitates for a moment… and then begins going faster and harder. It feels wrong in a way. Treating a woman like Galadriel roughly… it feels like it should be a crime. And yet, there’s something sinfully delicious about it. Especially with her reactions. Galadriel soon moans louder, and then cries out. She clings to him and begins to move her hips against his own.

The harder Harry goes, the more Galadriel seems to enjoy it. He begins to realize the truth about the Lady of the Golden Wood… she really is no doll to be handled with care. And like they’d told him; she was the mightiest and greatest among her kind. With that in mind, Harry holds back even less. And is rewarded with even more wanton moaning for his troubles.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

“Yes! H-Harder! Nnngh… g-give it to me Harry! It has been too long!”

It was just like back home, really. Harry Potter had never saw himself as anything more than a man. Sure, he was a wizard as well… but he wasn’t the deific figure that everyone else saw him as. Even Ron and Hermione hadn’t gotten treated like they were practically demigods by the Magical World in the same way Harry had experienced.

Truthfully, getting away from all of that when he’d wound up on Middle-Earth had been… a relief. Harry suspected Galadriel was much the same. At her core, beneath all of that power, all of that wisdom, all of those titles… she was just an elven woman.

In this moment, stripping it all away, they are both of them only what exists at their core. He, a man. She, a woman. Harry growls lustfully and leans down, capturing one of Galadriel’s nipples between her teeth and tugging. She cries out and arches her back under him before coming undone. Her inner walls squeeze and milk him for all she’s worth as she cums around his cock and in turn, Harry tips over the edge as well, filling her with his seed.

Together, the two of them bask in the afterglow for a moment… before Galadriel bucks him off of her. Harry pulls back, confused… only to watch as Galadriel turns over onto her front and lifts her ass right in front of him. Her hands go back and spread her cheeks, causing his jaw to drop open as she looks back over her shoulder at him.

“One down… one to go.”

Alright. So Galadriel was way more of a freak in the sheets than Harry had thought. At the same time… he wasn’t about to say no. Especially not when her pristinely clean puckered anus was staring him right in the eye. Shuffling forward, Harry leans in and plants the head of his cock, lubricated from their previous lovemaking, against Galadriel’s asshole.

Never in a million years would he have thought he’d be here. He suspected the rest of the elves would froth at the mouth if they ever heard about this either. Finally, Harry enters her. Galadriel cries out immediately, her back arching as she pushes back against him. The sensation is unlike anything he has ever experienced, a delicious mix of tightness and intensity.

He quickly starts moving though. His thrusts are slow and deliberate at first, but he doesn’t need to be told to stop holding back this time around. Instead, the human man quickly builds up in speed and force alike. In response, Galadriel moans and writhes beneath him, lost in a haze of ecstasy as his hips crash into her cheeks, his cock burying itself in her bowels again and again.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The beautifully pale elf’s ass is going to be so red after this, and perhaps sore in the morning as well. As they move together, Harry feels a sense of complete wanton abandon and recklessness wash over him. He lets go of his inhibitions and hangups and surrenders to the moment. He can tell that Galadriel does the same from the way she cries out rather loudly and lewdly, clearly enjoying being fucked in the ass almost as much if not more than she enjoyed being fucked normally.

“Yes! Yes, yes, YES!”

Harry’s hands grip her hips, holding Galadriel in place as he drives into her over and over again. He’s claiming her in the most intimate and debauched of manners right now. This right here… if the rest of the elves find out what he was doing to their precious Lady, they might just try and kill him despite being a relatively peaceful and kind people.

And yet, even if it’s wrong… Harry doesn’t want to be right. And neither does Galadriel.

“Give it to me, Harry! Don’t stop! Don’t let up! Make me FEEL IT!”

That, Harry decides he can do. Picking up the pace even more, he pounds Galadriel’s asshole silly, his entire cock disappearing into that tight, sucking orifice over and over again. The pleasure builds and builds between them, coiling tighter and tighter as they both tense up in anticipation. Finally though, something snaps for Galadriel. She bursts out, letting out the loudest cry yet and squealing his name as waves of bliss crash over her.

“HARRY~”

He holds her in place, her beautiful perfect body shaking and spasming from the force of her climax. In the end, Harry doesn’t last much longer truth be told. He follows almost immediately after, his own release spilling into her bowels just as it spilled into her womb the first time as he buries himself deep in her ass.

After the moment passes, they collapse together, spent and satiated, their bodies still joined for a moment in the aftermath of their very passionate coupling.

Finally, Harry pulls out of Galadriel’s ass and flops over onto his back, his cock starting to soften as he catches his breath. Galadriel, meanwhile, takes the opportunity to move so that she’s half laying atop him, her head resting on his chest and her fingers gliding across his abdomen as she sidles up and cuddles against his side.

Without hesitation, Harry wraps an arm around the elven woman, pulling her in close. Looking up into his eyes, Galadriel smiles softly.

“Thank you, Harry. Sometimes… a woman simply needs to be treated like a woman. Even an elven one.”

Harry chuckles at that.

“Sure. Glad I could help.”

“Of course, we weren’t exactly quiet… and my people DO have good hearing. Alas, I’m afraid I will have to claim you as my consort, to keep the assassination attempts at a minimum. Do not fret… you’ll enjoy the role~”

Harry blinks and then tosses his head back with a groan. Just his luck.