[Emissary] Chapter 38 - Make Up [NSFW]

AN: putting this pic here so you don't get flashbanged by nsfw if you happen to be in public.


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If Harry hoped that his Stunning Spell would keep Power Girl down long enough for him to treat her wounds, he was sorely mistaken. Kryptonians may not have any particular resistance towards magic, but that did not mean they were as helpless as regular people. Barely three hours had passed since she was knocked unconscious when Kara awakened.

Knowing that the only way out of the bunker was through teleportation and that Harry would not listen to her, she made a beeline for her spare phone in the bedroom to contact Cyborg. Thanks to Harry removing the Fidelius Charm on his bunker (all those other wards and protective spells were still in place), the Watchtower’s teleportation system could detect and teleport Kara away.

He tried to stop her, but she would have none of it.

“The Justice League is counting on me. How could I sit back when they need me? Spare me the rubbish! I have to go!”

“You go out there in your current state, and you’ll be easy pickings for the first criminal you’ll encounter.”

“I’m a Kryptonian. I’ll be fine!”

“No, the hell you won’t! Take a look at yourself, for God’s sake. You’re one big injury! It’s a wonder you’re still walking on your own two feet!”

Neither of them was entirely wrong. In any other circumstances, her Kryptonian powers would have healed her injuries in a matter of seconds, but the residual magic left in her wounds by Black Adam’s divine lightning was slowing down her regeneration to a crawl.

On the other hand, even with the residual magic left in her wounds, Kara would have still healed eventually. It would just take longer than she expected.

“Back off, Harry. I won’t say it a second time,” Kara said angrily while bringing her phone to her ear.

A pulse of magic, almost like a low-powered EMP bomb, came from Harry and Kara quickly distanced the phone from her ear due to the loud buzzing noise it made before going dead.

All the electronics in the bedroom went dead, with no exception.

Impulsive as she was, Power Girl threw her phone away with all her strength, making the walls of the bunker shudder and light up with blue glowing symbols, triggering the protective wards.

“I’m not made of glass! I don’t need your fucking protection! I’m a Kryptonian!” she shouted, her voice quivering with anger. “Why can’t you just leave me be?”

“Because I love you, goddamn it!”

His words made her freeze.

“How could I let you go out there like that?”

He ran a hand over his face and then through his messy hair, exhaling loudly.

“Look, this is my 7th life. I’ve lived for a long time, much longer than I would have wanted or expected to. Coming here, I did not need romance. I did not need love, friendship, and whatnot. I was perfectly content with just accomplishing my mission and then passing on. That was all I wanted.”

“But you barged into my life. I tried to turn you down. I tried to avoid you. But you didn’t take no for an answer. You made me fall in love with you. You made me care for you. You became my most important person. More important than my own life.”

“Put yourself in my shoes for a moment. You see me arriving home with 4th degree burns covering half of my body, bleeding, bruised, and battered all over, but, in spite of all that, instead of getting my life-threatening wounds treated, I’m trying to go back on the battlefield straight away. . . How would you react to that?”

Power Girl did not know how to answer that for a while.

“But my friends-”

“Are they more important than your own family? Would Astrid and Harry appreciate that you went and got yourself killed fighting crime instead of being alive for them? Is saving that pathetic and corrupt president more important than us?”

She bit her chapped, bruised lower lip in distress. Then, her shoulders dropped and she hung her head down.

He hated seeing her like that. Inwardly, he felt bad for his harsh words, but they were necessary. He could not bear to see her suffer more than she had already or watch her go out there in such a terrible state and get herself killed.

Harry also wished to see the Justice League triumph over the villains, but not at the expense of Kara's life. If he had to put in balance her life for theirs, the choice was clear to him. As for the president? He did not give a rat’s ass about him.

This time, Power Girl did not put up any resistance as he took her hand in his softly and led her back to the room where he had been trying to heal her.

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As she lay on her stomach on a medical bed, Harry murmured quiet incantations, doing his best to remove the residual magic from her wounds. The burn on her back was one of the worst and most gruesome wounds he had ever seen on a living person.

Once he was done with that task, he cut open her ruined leotard and cleaned the area with care. Then, he started to slowly sprinkle drops of Murtlap essence over the burnt and charred flesh of her back. Keeping in mind the fact that magic potions were toxic for non-magical people, he only used a tiny amount, banking on her superhuman body to withstand the side effects.

Having already made a trip to the other dimension while she had been unconscious, he had bought all the necessary potions to heal her.

Thankfully, with the harmful magic being removed, her Kryptonian regeneration also kicked in. Harry reckoned he might not have even needed the potions to heal her. Merely removing the residual magic left by the lightning would have been enough.

The entire process took nearly 20 minutes, but Kara and Harry did not say a word to each other in the meantime.

This was probably the ugliest fight that they had ever had. Normally, the two of them were so in tune with each other that they rarely ever argued. They did have some disagreements once in a while, but as mature people who loved each other, they usually came to an understanding or made a compromise rather quickly.

This time, however, it was different. He had used his magic to subdue her. And she had screamed at him, and in the heat of the moment, she had attempted to use her heat vision.

With the large wound on her back taken care of, he used his magic to gently flip her body. Now that she was facing him, he could not put it off any longer. Before he started working on healing the rest of her wounds, he said:

“I’m sorry, Kara.”

Generally, people’s egos only grew bigger as they aged, and Harry had been alive for nearly five centuries. But he did not care about pride at that moment.

“It was wrong of me to use my magic on you.”

At his words, it was as if a dam burst and tears started rolling down her cheeks.

He was not sure how to react. He wanted to comfort her, but he thought it would not feel right when he was the cause of her tears.

“I should be the one apologising, not you,” Kara unexpectedly said as she wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

“You don’t have to-” he began to say.

“No, I have to apologise,” she said as she sat up.

Taking his hand in hers, she glanced down, feeling too ashamed to meet his eyes.

“You saved my life, you helped me heal from my trauma, you gave me back my memories, and you’ve always supported me in everything I did. With portkeys, with damage control, with the Justice League, with Astrid, with the Green Wall in Africa, and even now, you’re doing your best to heal me. . . but all I ever do is cause you problems. And now, I almost-, I almost hurt you!” she said, her voice quivering towards the end, fresh tears welling up in her eyes again.

“But you didn’t,” he said as he sat at the edge of the bed, close to her, and squeezed her hand in comfort. “And this wasn’t solely on you. I am to blame for this situation, too. Maybe I’ve been too controlling. Maybe I’m too overprotective. I’ll try my best to becoming more understanding.”

She shook her head, raising her eyes at him.

“If not for your enchantments, who knows what would’ve happened to me? Don’t change. I love you just as you are.”

Harry did not say anything else. He brought her into his arms, and Kara buried her face into his chest, embracing him.

She was Power Girl. With Superman gone, she was the strongest member of the Justice League. Everyone relied on her. Whenever things took a wrong turn, she was there to save the day. The amount of responsibility she carried on her shoulders could be overwhelming at times. And now, she had lost against Black Adam. She had not been strong enough to defeat him.

Hearing her sobs, Harry caressed the back of her head gently as he held her. He let her cry it all out, releasing all the frustration and stress from her system. She may have been a Kryptonian with godlike powers, but her heart was, in the end, not made of stone.

“Don’t worry about the rest,” he told her in a soothing voice. “Cyborg contacted me while you were unconscious. Things aren’t looking pretty at the moment, but none of the Justice League members died. And you had done all you could. Nobody is holding it against you.”

After a few minutes, her tears dried out, and she raised her head. He offered her a small smile and cupped her face gently.

“Let me finish healing you, okay? I’ll tell you all I know after that.”

She nodded at him, her face leaning into his hand, and his smile widened at her cute gesture. He pecked her on the crown of her head and then helped her lie down once more.

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Kara closed her eyes, and a sigh of comfort escaped her lips when she felt Harry begin to wash her face with warm water and a soft sponge. Absent-mindedly, she wondered where all the water was going since they weren’t in the bathroom, but she chalked it up to him doing magic and left it at that.

She involuntarily sucked her teeth in slight pain when he touched the burnt parts of her face, gently applying the healing salve on her skin.

With his magic and her Kryptonian powers, her burnt and charred skin healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He kissed her on the forehead as if to signal that he had finished healing the wounds on her face, and Kara’s heartbeat quickened when she felt his fingers trailing lower, touching her neck and collarbone.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” he said as he gently massaged her nape.

Kara could only nod, not trusting her voice to speak, too afraid of letting out a moan instead. He was just applying medicine to her wounded body, but every single one of his touches was making her skin break into goosebumps.

She shuddered with anticipation when she imagined how it would feel once his hands started trailing lower, to her chest.

“Did I hurt you?” Harry asked, his voice sounding genuinely concerned, as he stopped the movement of his hands.

“No, everything is good,” she said, almost breathless.

A mixture of both relief and disappointment washed over her when Harry did not immediately go below, moving to her shoulders and arms instead, but not before pressing a soft kiss on her neck, just below the jaw.

She could not see her own face, but she was positive that she was flushing now.

‘What the hell is wrong with you?’she berated herself.

They had just had an ugly argument. How could her body get so worked up from a mere touch?

Her eyelids opened slightly, and she peeked at him through her long eyelashes. He had an expression of focus as he did his best to gently massage the bruises on her right arm.

His hands trailed lower, taking her hand in his, and Kara could not help intertwining her fingers with his.

"I love you," she said quietly.

Harry smiled softly as he massaged her palm, wrist, and fingers, and the expression of love and care he had on his face made Kara flush anew.

‘Rao, just kill me!’she thought, mortified when she noticed how stiff her nipples were.

Whether he noticed her reaction or not, she couldn't tell. He did not glance at her chest and moved to her left arm instead, washing it gently with warm water before rubbing the healing salve on her skin.

When he finished with her left arm, leaving a soft kiss on it, too, Kara's whole body tensed up. Where would he touch her next? Which part of her body would he work on now?

The waiting was torture. Her breathing grew heavy, and sweat formed on her forehead. She was tingling with anticipation.

“Hnng!” a short, traitorous gasp erupted from her chest when his hands touched her right leg, raising it slightly off the bed.

“Does it hurt? Sorry, I’ll be gentler.”

Kara gnashed her teeth, but she could not speak, torn between her feelings of embarrassment and her arousal.

‘Surely he must’ve noticed by now! There’s no way he didn’t realise what his touch is doing to me!’she thought, furious both at her overly sensitive body and at him.

Seemingly oblivious to her plight, Harry took off her boots. She bit her lip, and she almost clenched her thighs together when he started washing and massaging her foot.

“Are you okay, Kara?” he asked innocently.

“Yes,” she answered, hating herself for how breathless she sounded.

His hands moved up her leg, washing and rubbing her calf, then her knee, and up to her hip. She threw her arm over her face and bit her lip to stop another sound from slipping out when his fingers brushed the inside of her thigh.

She was so embarrassed she couldn’t even look at him. Her inner thighs were glistening, and it wasn’t because of the warm water he had cleaned her with.

When he pressed a soft kiss on her inner thigh, she found herself gripping the sheets. But he did not continue. The kiss was more like a stamp to signal that he finished washing, healing, and massaging that part of her body.

“Harry!” she whined as she rubbed her thighs together.

Even a blind man would understand what she was feeling then.

“Patience, love,” he said, smiling. “I still have one leg left and your torso as well.”

Until that day, Power Girl had never understood what it meant to be tormented with pleasure. By the time his hands reached the thigh part of her other leg, she was panting, her chest rising and falling laboriously.

Peeking through half-lidded eyes, Kara’s cheeks started burning again when she noticed the puddle of juices that had formed on the bed between her legs, a nasty, perverted proof of her little death.

‘This pervert! Why did he not vanish it with his magic like he’s doing with the water?!’

She had never thought of herself as a prude before; her daily outfits and hero costume suggested that, too.

But now, getting so utterly and desperately horny when he was doing nothing but massaging and healing her wounds, she was burning with shame.

“Please, Harry,” she whimpered when he slid his hands over her stomach and sides, carefully avoiding the place she wanted him to touch the most.

The skin over her entire body was tingling, she was aching between her legs, her nipples were stiff, and her heart was beating as if to jump out of her chest.

Alas, he seemed deaf to her pleas. He took his time feeling up her toned abs and squeezing her defined obliques, rubbing the healing salve to permeate into her skin.

They had been together for half a year now, but he never got tired of admiring the goddess lying before him. Her body was the perfect mixture of strength and femininity, of power and eroticism.

But what excited him even more was how she reacted to every little touch. Who would have thought that someone with skin so tough that bullets flattened at the contact with it would mewl and gasp from every brush of his fingers? Who would have imagined that the confident and serious CEO of Starrware Industries, Karen Starr, would arch her back and tremble like that underneath a man?

His right hand drifted down, and he ran two fingers over her mound, teasingly avoiding her slit, and only caressing the outer edge of her lower lips. Her strong thighs clenched around his hand, and she looked at him with eyes teary from pleasure and want.

“Kara.”

One glance and one word, spoken in a light warning tone, were all it took for her to spread her legs wide for him again and free his hand.

“Please.”

She was quivering with desire, and Harry decided he had teased her enough.

Her breathing quickened, and she gripped the bedsheet in anticipation when she felt the bed shake, and she saw Harry climbing into bed with her, lowering his face between her legs.

Being teased and edged for so long, he had not even had the chance to really touch her. Merely the thought of his tongue on her nether lips made her hips shoot up from the bed and her legs tense up and tremble as his body was wracked by another orgasm.

Seconds passed, and she was still shaking and shivering, but he had reached the end of his patience, too. The sight of her trembling body, wracked with pleasure, and the scent of her release were intoxicating. He could no longer wait. He had to taste her. He wanted to make this goddess cry out in pleasure again.

He wrapped his arms around her thighs and buried his face between her legs before running his tongue across her lower lips.

Still sensitive and overwhelmed, she tried to push him away with her hands, but without knowing when, two thick cords had been conjured and tied her wrists to the bed frame.

“Harry, wait!” she gasped. “I’m too-”

She choked, gasping, unable to finish her words when he slid one finger inside her and his tongue flicked her most sensitive part.

Her thighs clamped around his head, and if not for the multiple layers of protective spells he had secretly cast on himself beforehand, he would have died right there and then. Overstimulated, she lost control over her great strength, and he groaned in pain as she squeezed his head.

The cords tying her wrists to the bed snapped, and she brought her hands to the back of his head, pushing him hard against herself. She moaned, almost screaming, as she reached another peak, splashing his face with her release.

But even after her hips fell back on the bed, her orgasm did not end. Her Kryptonian superhearing caught a barely audible hissing sound coming from between her legs, and then, an explosion of pleasure turned her sight dark. She thought she heard herself squealing and moaning, but her sharp sense of hearing gave out. The pleasure was too much even for her.

She didn’t know how long she had been out of it, but when she finally came back to herself, Harry was lying in bed next to her, holding her close and smiling as he caressed her hair.

Hormones and feelings surging, Kara took his lips in a fierce kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He tried to break away and say something, but she tightened her hold around him and shoved her tongue into his mouth, not giving him the chance. Her tongue tangled with his as she kissed him deeply and sloppily, dominating him.

He had no choice but to obey, helpless in front of her superior strength.

She threw one leg over his and straddled his waist, never letting go of their kiss. A thrill of pleasure travelled down her spine when she got on top of him and sat on his dick. He was still hard and throbbing for her.

As much as she would have liked to turn the tables on him and tease him to the edge of insanity like he had done to her, she was too hot and too needy to deny herself.

She lowered one of her hands between them and wrapped it around his length, making him groan in her mouth.

Lining him up with her entrance, she didn’t wait a second more. She slammed her hips down, taking him fully, balls deep, in one go.

That first thrust made her tear her lips away from the kiss, an euphoric moan bursting out of her chest.



She paused briefly, savouring the feeling of having her insides stretched out before raising her hips and dropping them again.

He tried to sit up, but she pushed him down roughly.

"Don't resist, Harry. You'll only get me more excited," she purred before putting her hands on his chest and making him cry out as she smashed her hips down.

She drove herself down frantically, grinding and slamming herself on his dick like a woman possessed.

Feeling his bones start to creak from her merciless pace, he raised his hand, summoning a potion from the nightstand. It was an Edurus Potion that he often used whenever Power Girl went too rough on him, but before he could bring the vial to his lips, Kara unexpectedly smacked it away from his hand.

He looked at her, shocked, but she only grinned at him menacingly and slammed herself down even harder. If not for the fact that he had cast Unbreakable Charms on every single piece of furniture in the house, the bed would have definitely shattered then.

“This is payback,” she said through gasps of pleasure, confirming his thoughts. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t stand.”

She was going to pay him back tenfold for the pleasurable torment he had put her through until then.

He grunted in a mixture of both pleasure and pain as she not only slammed her hips down on his, but her walls also clamped on him, squeezing him like a vice.

It was hot and wet and so tight that he couldn’t hold back if his life depended on it.

“Kara!” he cried out her name, and the powerful woman moaned too as she found another release, her pussy squeezing him in a death grip.

Any thoughts of holding back disappeared then, and he spilled himself inside her deepest part, filling her to the brim, bucking into her uncontrollably.

Looking at the sweating and panting Harry below her, she grinned and caressed his cheek with a tenderness that contrasted greatly with how rough she had treated him before.

“Don't tell me you're done, Harry.”

“I hope you’re ready.”

“I’m going to ride you aaall day long~.”

He let out a tired laugh.

“Are you trying to kill me, woman?”

“So what if do? What better way to go than this?” she asked, grinning as she leaned down to press a lingering kiss on his lips.

“Even my Rune Magic and my shields won't be enough if you keep this up! At least let me drink a fortifying potion to enhance myself!”

She giggled in delight at his panicky face.

“Nope~”

“You’re not getting away scot-free for what you put me through earlier today.”

An evil grin crept up her face at the scared look in his eyes.

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There was no light. There was no sound. He could not feel any wind, and he could not sense the temperature of the air either. All around him, there was only darkness. Nothingness.

He knew where that place was. How could he not? He had become quite familiar with it during his long tenure as the Emissary of Death.

But there was one problem:

“What the hell am I doing here?”

A gust of chilly wind blew, and Death’s cold voice suddenly rang from his side:

“That is exactly what I want to ask.”

Unlike their usual look as the Grim Reaper, Death had a different appearance that day. They looked like a young woman in her mid-twenties. She was rather thin, not too tall, and pale-skinned, and her long black hair fell past the middle of her back.

The black ripped jeans and black spaghetti-strap top she was wearing, coupled with her black lipstick and heavy black eye shadow, made her look like a goth girl from the 90s.

Death’s arms were crossed to her chest, and she was staring at him with an expression hard to put into words.

“I don’t know what happened,” Harry said, genuinely confused.

“You died, you idiot.”

He had had this thought before, but it seemed that Death became quite a bit more human-like in their language and emotions whenever they took the appearance of that young woman with black hair. He’d never heard Death cuss at him like that before.

"And don't you dare to blame this death on me."

“I died? How? Last thing I remember, I was in bed with Kara. We were. . .”

He trailed off, in disbelief. Then, his eyes widened in disbelief.

“My hips!! . . . No fucking way!”

“Yes, way,” Death spat.

“. . . Did I just die having sex?”

A look of disgust twisted Death’s pale face.

“You horny monkey.”

The absurdity of the situation made Harry burst into laughter. He shook his head as he kept repeating ‘No way’ to himself.