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The Command Chapter 4

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The Command Prologue

Potter's exclusive lignerie ch.4

They finished their lunch in comfortable silence, then headed back inside to tackle the storage room. The space was packed with boxes and crates, all carefully labeled in Sirius's distinctive handwriting.

"My God," Andromeda breathed, looking around at the sheer volume of inventory. "He really was serious about this business."

"Pun intended?" Harry asked, and was rewarded with a laugh.

"Always. Sirius would have appreciated that." She moved to one of the nearest crates and p...

Potter's exclusive lignerie ch.3

Harry was elbow-deep in dust and cobwebs when the shop door chimed.

He looked up from the display case he'd been cleaning, squinting through the grimy air. Two familiar silhouettes stood backlit in the doorway, and his stomach immediately dropped.

"Ron. Hermione." He straightened, wiping his hands on the rag he'd been using. Dust motes danced in the air around him, and he was suddenly aware of how he must look—disheveled, dirty, surrounded by lingerie displays. "What are you doi...

Potter's exclusive lignerie ch.2

The prospect of spending hours cleaning alongside Andromeda, both of them getting hot and sweaty and progressively less formally dressed as the work progressed, sent blood rushing south with embarrassing speed. Harry shifted his weight, trying to find a position that didn't advertise his body's enthusiastic response to the idea.

"Where do we start?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Upstairs, I think. The living quarters might be in better shape, and we'll need somewhere to wo...

Potter's exclusive lignerie ch.1

Harry was running late. Again.

He burst through the doors of the Leaky Cauldron with Teddy bouncing in his arms, the eighteen-month-old giggling at the sudden movement while Harry tried to catch his breath. The morning had been a disaster from start to finish—Teddy had refused to get dressed, then had a complete meltdown over his socks, then decided he didn't want to eat breakfast after Harry had already made it.

"Sorry, sorry," Harry panted as he spotted Andromeda at their usua...

Sorry for My Absence, Thank You for Staying

Hey everyone,

First of all, I want to apologize for my long absence. Over the past months, I’ve been going through extended treatment and serious health issues that completely took me out of my normal creative rhythm. I know many of you were waiting for new stories, and I simply wasn’t able to deliver them.

At the same time, I want to thank you deeply, for continuing to support me, for staying here with me during this time. It truly helped me a lot, not only financially but al...

Queens ch.50

Autumn had arrived, leaving once vibrant, purple autumn crocuses of Grandpa's faded and the last remnants of his Japanese maple scattered across the dried beds of mulch. Despite the chill creeping in with the promised first frosts, Grandpa remained devoted to his garden terrace. His precious bonsai trees, delicate and susceptible to the cold, needed protection. So, Grandpa invested in a custom greenhouse, complete with specially crafted runic glass panels, to shelter his beloved plants throug...

Three Succubi ch.3

Three Succubi ch.1

Queens ch.39

As Emma crossed the finish line, her eyes widened when she saw her parents. But when she noticed Louis, her entire face fell, looking ready to retch.

She crossed the finish line amidst wild cheers from both their parents and hers, while Louis had his phone out, only half paying attention. As she disappeared into the crowd of finishers, Emma's parents headed toward her, leaving Louis behind.

Harry grabbed Fleur and Gabrielle's hands. "Let's go," he said. "Let's find her." But then ...

Queens ch.34

Harry looked down at Fleur, her blue eyes were wide, innocent, and completely obedient. Obedient to his instructions, she raised her arms, a

Harry looked down at Fleur, her blue eyes were wide, innocent, and completely obedient. Obedient to his instructions, she raised her arms, and he pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Harry savored the masterpieces hidden in her bra.

Fleur stood before him, dressed only in a black lace bra and white shorts. Her matur...

Queens ch.33

On the way back to the city, Harry made a phone call to his grandfather to briefly inform him about the recent events concerning Fleur and B

On the way back to the city, Harry made a phone call to his grandfather to briefly inform him about the recent events concerning Fleur and Bill. The grandfather insisted that they should stay at his spacious house.

"Harry, I think the time has come for you and the girls to move in," the grandfather suggested. "There’s plenty of room here, a...

Queens ch.32

He tiptoed across the plush carpet and paused in front of Fleur's closed door, knuckles poised to knock. What did Gabrielle say? She told hi

He tiptoed across the plush carpet and paused in front of Fleur's closed door, knuckles poised to knock. What did Gabrielle say? She told him to be aggressive. There was nothing more aggressive than barging into a closed bedroom. He lowered his hand and turned the knob, his stomach fluttering wildly. The door was open. His heart pounded so hard it ...

Queens ch.31

Outside, on the patio, Gabrielle turned on the pool lights. "We need to be quiet." The pool illuminated with a warm, golden light, and somew

Outside, on the patio, Gabrielle turned on the pool lights. "We need to be quiet."

The pool illuminated with a warm, golden light, and somewhere in the distance, the faint hum of a boat engine pierced through the shifting breeze.

Harry slid up behind Gabrielle, wrapping his arms around her waist, nuzzling into her ear and slowly kissing...

Queens ch.30

Harry imagined Daphne's sex life as an exercise in frustration, with her having an itch that Bob couldn't scratch. What harm would it do to

Harry imagined Daphne's sex life as an exercise in frustration, with her having an itch that Bob couldn't scratch. What harm would it do to give her some relief? Amber seemed to be enjoying the show, so he went all in. He slid down Daphne's bikini bottom and found her hot, wet sex waiting for him. Her pussy lips were warm and slick, and he easily sl...

Theatre ch.5

Narcissa didn't say anything to Harry, even when they got back into her car. She pulled out of the theater's driveway with aggressive turns, reminding him of her reaction after they had left Dr. Apolline's office.

"stepmom," he said. "What was that about?" She sighed and tapped her finger on the steering wheel, then looked at him.

"I'm sorry, honey," she said. "Even though we were stepsisters, Bellatrix and I never got along very well."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"It's b...

Theatre ch.4

Narcissa was reading an issue of National Geographic in the waiting room, one leg crossed over the other and a few strands of hair falling forward onto her neckline. Harry smiled when he met her gaze. He still felt good after the session, as if every step and movement were lighter than before.

"How was it, honey?" asked his stepmom.

"Good," he replied. "I think she's the right therapist for me."

Dr. Apolline joined them at the edge of the door. "May we have a word, Mrs. Pott...

Theatre ch.3

Harry blinked. He was absolutely sure he had misheard her, but his brain couldn't decipher what her original intentions were. He opened his mouth, closed it, scratched his head, then opened it again.

"Could you repeat that for me?" he asked. Dr. Apolline smiled faintly and looked confidently into his eyes.

"It's probably best if I explain my observations a bit more thoroughly," she said. "From what I can tell, Harry, you’re suffering from a mild case of depression, with elements...

Theatre ch.2

Harry was halfway to the front door when Narcissa appeared in it. She didn't try to move out of his way as he attempted to slip inside; instead, she leaned forward and handed him a homemade breakfast sandwich.

"You can eat it on the way," she said.

"Mom," Harry said. "I'm not sure I'm up to it. Can we reschedule?"

Narcissa shook her head slowly and put her hands on her hips. A breeze blew across the lawn, lifting the hem of her dress slightly and giving Harry a brief glimpse...

Theatre ch.1

The sun had risen. A small beam of light fell on the top edge of Harry Potter's television. He paused his game, set the controller down, and stood up to adjust the makeshift curtain made of a blanket hanging over the window. In doing so, he knocked over an empty soda can and nearly stepped on a plate with half-eaten food.

Harry's legs were half asleep, and a painful tingling spread through them as blood rushed back into his muscles. He began to pull one edge of the blanket higher. The o...

Hotel ch.9

The dance club was a full assault on the senses, the pounding electronic music hitting the floor, Harry's legs, and his chest, continuously pulsing and shaking his insides. Spinning lights danced across the walls and floor, casting a neon kaleidoscope glow over the writhing mass of sweaty bodies packed together in the dimly lit space. The air was thick with the smell of hot sweat, the tangy scent of pheromones, cheap alcohol, and expensive cologne. Harry's brain felt like it was rattling in h...

Hotel ch.8

Harry was sitting behind the reception desk, lost in the gritty, neon-lit world of "Redheads and Revolvers." The old man and Tonks were right. Barrington used his words to paint a picture of a bygone era when hard-boiled private detectives roamed the city's dark streets, looking for clues to brutal murders in seedy bars and grimy slums.

It was nearing 10 PM, and the Star Hotel was quiet. A few guests had come and gone, but there had been no calls to the reception all evening. Harry had ...

Hotel ch.6

A warm summer breeze caressed Harry's face as he walked across the street from the used bookstore. The information he'd gathered described Two Letters as "a haven for those seeking solace from the bustling city." As he entered the bookstore, the scent of old paper and leather-bound volumes filled the still air, sparking memories of his childhood.

Growing up, Harry spent countless hours hidden away in the local library, his nose buried in books. The county library was small and underfund...

Hotel ch.5

"I accept your apology," Harry said, feeling she needed to hear those words.

"Thank you, Harry. That really lifts a weight off my heart. After what happened, I’ve been stewing over it all day."

"We all have bad days."

"It was more than a bad day," Tracey chuckled. "I messed up, acting like some silly sorority girl who got drunk on peach schnapps for the first time at a freshman party."

"That's an oddly specific example."

"Don't ask," she said, smiling slyly. 2024-05-29 15:22:50 +0000 UTC View Post

Hotel ch.4

Harry Potter stood before the mirror, adjusting his cheap suit for another night at the Star Hotel. It was Friday, and he couldn't help but wonder how weekends differed from weekdays. His first days as a concierge had been... interesting. Would weekends offer even more stimulating challenges?

As Harry fiddled with his tie, his mind drifted back to Bellatrix. He thought about her fingers brushing against his penis as she measured him for a new suit. The memory sent a shiver of erotic ene...

Hotel ch.3

The blaring alarm and flashing light yanked Harry Potter out of his sleep. For a moment, he lay in the massive canopy bed, disoriented and confused. It took a few seconds before his head cleared enough for him to start functioning. He grabbed the hotel phone from its charger and checked the screen. It was 2:12 in the morning. The call was from Tracey Davis in room 3C. Her profile picture showed an attractive woman in her thirties with short, dark hair.

“Concierge Harry,” Harry said ...