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Harry's Legacy Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2023-05-15 15:59:00 +0000 UTCHarry paced back and forth relentlessly inside of the portal room. After having been thrown back here, he’d been left with countless questions. What was the lesson he was supposed to learn there? Was he transported to the past, future, or some alternate dimension? What the hell was even going on?
When he’d first returned back, he’d tried to leave. Unfortunately, there didn’t appear to be any exits out of the room anymore. He was stuck in here.
The portal he’d first gone through was gone, though the archway around it hummed with magical energy and was alight with blue-colored runes that seemed to signal that his trial there was done. The second portal, the one right beside the first, was activated now.
His sense of adventure pushed him onward to explore the next portal, but those questions still plagued his mind. None of this made any sense—not that magic often did. How was having sex with a Herbology Professor meant to help him? Was it supposed to tell him that he needed to start finding a new girlfriend since he and Ginny weren’t together anymore? Or was it just telling him to spread his seed so that hundreds of little Potters could roam the world and cause havoc?
Harry snorted. This was all so ridiculous.
The portal pulsed, calling to him.
“Yeah, yeah,” Harry muttered.
Regardless of his questions, he couldn’t just stand around here forever in thought. The letter from Percival Rackham told him that he had to visit each portal in this room in order to leave, so it wasn’t as though he was wasting time by experiencing whatever these portals had to offer.
Trudging along, Harry walked up to the next portal. He tentatively stuck his foot out, and the second the tip of his shoe touched it, he was sucked through the portal.
A gust of wind rustled Harry’s hair, and then he had the strangest sensation of falling.
Harry opened his eyes and saw the ground rushing up to meet him. He didn’t even know how he knew he had a broom in his hand, but he instinctively slipped it in between his legs, steadied himself, and pulled up at the last moment. The broom bucked beneath him, angry at the sudden change in angle, but it relented to his will.
Several twigs snapped off of the back of the broom as it grazed the grassy ground below, but the broom remained steady as Harry zipped towards the goalposts at the far end of the pitch. It was slower and less powerful than Harry was used to, so it seemed like he was in the past then.
“Incredible!” A woman laughed above Harry. She had a cute, posh, Scottish accent.
Harry glanced up to get the perfect view up a witch’s skirt. He could see her broom trapped in between her tanned thighs, and the woman’s face peering down at him with a gleeful expression on her face. Her brown hair was tied back in a tight ponytail that flew behind her in the wind.
“You really are as good as you say you are!” She called down towards him. “But I’m better!”
The woman swooped in front of him then, causing him to veer out of the way and shave off some speed. She didn’t let up in the slightest as she raced towards the goalposts, and Harry chased after her.
The woman pulled her broom into a tight corkscrew around the goalpost as she threw her arms up in jubilation, letting the momentum try to throw her off of her broom. She held on though and circled slowly back down to the ground where she awaited Harry with a grin on her lips.
Harry slowed to a stop near the woman. She seemed cocky and reckless. “You almost hit me,” he pointed out, making sure some of his annoyance leached out into his voice.
“But I didn’t,” she replied cheekily. “I could have if I tried, but I didn’t think that’d make for a great first impression with the new recruit for Puddlemere United.”
Puddlemere? That was the team that Harry’s old Gryffindor teammate, Oliver Wood, played for as their starting keeper. So, just like in the last experience, Harry seemed to have a different life in this world, wherever he was.
“I’m Imelda Reyes,” the witch introduced herself. “Chaser, and captain of the team.”
“Captain,” Harry repeated. “You’re a little young to be that, aren’t you?”
Imelda snorted. “Some said so, but I proved them all wrong. Surely you heard about it in the press?”
Harry nodded, not having a clue in the slightest what she was on about. “And I’m your new recruit.”
“Hopefully you’ll be a better seeker than our last one,” Imelda winked at him, her brown eyes sparkling with amusement. “She couldn’t handle the heat of a professional team, so I sent her packing. I wanted to get a personal look at you first before I introduce you to the rest of the team. Need to make sure you’re up to snuff. You’ve gotta be fast to be a seeker, you know?”
Harry rolled his eyes. Imelda was far too arrogant for his liking. “Yes, I do know.”
His attitude didn’t seem to dissuade her in the slightest. “Good boy,” she teased him. “Well then, how about a race so we can really test your mettle?”
“Fine by me,” Harry replied. Honestly, a bit of flying right now would do him some good. Flying always cleared his head, and the Portal Room was a bit too cramped to do any of that there. He was about to fly away when Imelda stopped him.
“Not so fast,” she said as she slowly flew just above the ground to Harry’s side. “First, we need stakes.”
“Stakes?”
“Of course!” Imelda announced excitedly. “If there’s no stakes involved, how do I know that you’re really trying your best? Plus, I need to see how you work under pressure. Every game in the league matters, and I won’t take anything but first place as a success for us.”
Fine, he’d humor her. “What do you want to play for then?”
“Hmm,” Imelda hummed as she glanced around the pitch. “If you lose, you’ll be weeding the entire pitch by hand before the season starts. No magic allowed.”
The entire pitch? Was she crazy? Quidditch pitches were massive, and the natural magic in the air around them often attracted magical creatures and plants to it. It was a never-ending hassle trying to maintain a pitch with them around. Weeding the pitch by hand would be a monumental task on its own, but any magical weeds in the pitch would be so much harder to deal with. It normally took a carefully-trained team of one or two witches and wizards and two house-elves to take care of a pitch of this size.
Imelda had quite the smirk on her lips as she watched the emotions pass over Harry’s face. Merlin, she was so annoying.
“What do I get if I win?” Harry asked.
“Me,” Imelda laughed. Harry frowned at her but she didn’t back down. Instead, she leaned in close to him and whispered. “I’ll let you fly me up into the air and I’ll ride on your broomstick so to speak.” She winked at him again.
So, it was going to be an experience just like the first one. Well, despite having had sex little more than an hour ago, Harry knew that his body was ready for more. Imelda’s robes obscured much of her body, but she did have a pretty face. Plus, it would be ever so immensely satisfying to fuck a witch as arrogant and annoying as she was.
“Deal,” Harry answered quickly. “What’s the course?”
Imelda seemed a little surprised at how quickly he agreed to her deal, but she recovered with an easy smile. “See those rings in the air?”
Harry followed to where her finger was pointing in the sky. The sun was just starting to set, so it was still quite easy to see the dozen or so rings that were floating in the air around the outskirts of the pitch. The red flags along either side of them made them quite easy to notice. “Yeah.”
“You have to go through each one in any order you want,” Imelda explained. “Except the last one has to be the one all the way up there.”
Imelda pointed to the last ring that was noticeably higher than all the rest. It had a small wooden platform extending out from either side of it and quite a few red balloons on top of it.
“Okay,” Harry nodded, already calculating a route in his mind. The rings were spread out quite far apart, but there was still a logical layout to them.
“Perfect!” Imelda said as she readied herself on her broom. “Three two one!” She shouted with barely a breath in between her words and then took off with a bubble of laughter.
Cursing, Harry pushed his broom forward and chased after Imelda.
He followed her to the ring that was closest to them. Imelda came up from beneath it and hooked her way through, her robes barely grazing against the inside of the ring. She continued turning sharply as she dove downward to catch a gust of wind that helped propel her across the pitch towards the next ring.
Harry knew he’d never match her pace if he followed her path right now, so he hooked through the first ring just as she did and then continued upward instead. He pushed his broom towards the next two rings that were close together and swooped back and forth through both of them. He used his height to then plummet down towards the ground in order to pick up speed. He pulled up just above the height of the stands and raced towards the next series of rings.
As he raced to go as fast as possible, Imelda seemed to take every possible opportunity to taunt him or fly in his path, but he wasn’t playing scared now. He knew her tricks, and the next time she tried to block him, he just ran into her hard. It jostled both of them, but they maintained their holds on their brooms. Imelda flashed him a toothy grin and peeled away to go get the ring he had just come through.
Eventually, there were only two rings remaining: the finish and one quite close to the ground outside of the pitch. Imelda had already gotten the latter, but she still had two more rings to go before she could reach the finish. However, hers were close together, whereas Harry’s were as far apart as possible.
But this was exactly what he had planned.
Executing a perfect Wronski Feint, Harry made his broom completely vertical as he hurtled towards the ground just as he had been when he appeared in this place. He only changed his angle when he saw Imelda flying a path near him. Her eyes were scanning around the air for him, not realizing that he was directly above her.
Harry flattened out his body for just that little extra speed and dove just in front of Imelda. If he had been half of a second late, he would have crashed into her. Instead, he just cut a path directly in front of Imelda, and the scream she let out was like music to his ears. He glanced back just to see her struggling to maintain control over her broom, but he had to quickly focus back on the task at hand.
Harry pulled up just in time to swoop through the last ring and start the ascent back up. His speed from his descent helped to carry him quite a ways back up, and then he just let the broom carry him the rest of the way. He saw Imelda trying to catch up with him, but his maneuver had thrown her too badly off course. She arrived on the platform and stepped through the final ring twenty seconds after Harry did.
Despite the grumbling under her breath as she landed on the wooden platform, Imelda looked surprisingly pleased for someone who had just lost a race.
“All right, I’ll admit it,” she huffed. “You’re a pretty good flyer.”
“Better than pretty good,” Harry challenged her.
Imelda rolled her eyes but smiled. “Better than pretty good,” she agreed. “The other teams in the league will have to really watch out for you; that Wronski Feint was magnificent.”
“I’ve had a lot of practice,” Harry chuckled, remembering all of the times he could hear Hermione’s shrill screams from the stands whenever it looked like he was just about to hit the ground when he was in the middle of one of his maneuvers.
“You’ll need to teach me it sometime,” Imelda grinned. “I’d love to be even more of a nuisance on the pitch to the other team.”
Harry hummed in agreement, but now that he’d won, he had something else on his mind besides quidditch. “I think it’s time for my reward now.”
“Oh, that silly thing,” Imelda giggled. “You didn’t really think I was serious, did you?”
Harry stared seriously at her, and she cracked a slight smile.
“Alright, fair’s fair,” she said, admitting defeat.
Imelda dropped her broom onto the wooden platform and pulled off her bulky outer robes. That left her just in her skirt and a tight-fitting shirt. She leaned forward and reached underneath her skirt; she pulled her panties down a second later and tossed them aside.
“Good enough?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.
“For now,” Harry nodded.
Imelda strutted up to him and pressed herself against him. She had a lithe build, but he could still feel her breasts well enough. He knew that they’d fit perfectly in his hands.
Imelda’s hand went straight for his crotch. She grabbed him through his trousers and started to squeeze him until he began to harden. Her eyes widened slightly as she felt the girth continue to grow.
“What? Worried you can’t handle it?” Harry taunted her, doing his best to mimic her earlier inflection.
Imelda narrowed her eyes at him. “Absolutely not.” Her fingers pulled down his zipper and then fished out his cock. She gave it a couple quick pumps once it was exposed to the air. “Mount your broomstick.”
Harry did exactly that, letting himself float just barely off of the wooden platform. “Mount my broomstick,” he told her.
Imelda climbed on in front of Harry, facing him. She hiked her skirt up and pressed her body against Harry’s as she lined herself. Harry grinned and squeezed her ass as she sank down onto the tip of his cock. A slight gasp left her lips.
“Too big for you?” Harry asked challengingly.
Imelda crinkled her nose at him. “You wish,” she muttered as she forced her pussy down onto his cock.
Harry let out a satisfied sigh as Imelda’s tight warmth wrapped around his shaft. She sank nearly all the way down to the base, but since she was effectively sitting in his lap, she couldn’t get the last couple inches in. Harry didn’t mind really; it was already exciting enough fucking this uppity bitch on his broom.
Imelda had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning. She adjusted her position in Harry’s lap, wrapping her arms around his chest and clinging to him tightly so as not to fall.
Harry loved the feeling of her holding onto him so tightly, especially with her cunt around his cock, but he knew he’d love it more once he started flying. He took off gently, getting a feel for having a second person on the broom with him, but Imelda naturally shifted her body weight too in order to help him maintain his balance. It had the added effect of making his cock stir around inside of her pussy.
Harry took them up a few dozen meters or so and then paused. “Are you ready?” He asked Imelda.
“Am I ready for-”
Her words turned into a scream of surprise as Harry suddenly plunged downward. Her entire body tightened up as her limbs squeezed his body. Harry would have laughed at that, but the vice grip her pussy had on his cock nearly made his gasp from how good it felt. He leveled off quickly, unwilling to risk a steep dive when Imelda felt that good on his cock.
“You bastard,” Imelda gasped for air once her heart settled. She smacked Harry’s shoulder. “Don’t do that again.”
“I thought you were all about risks and thrills,” Harry pointed out.
“Yeah, when it comes to flying,” she rolled her eyes.
“This is flying.”
“You’re flying,” she emphasized. “I’m just holding on for dear life.”
“Maybe you just need to expand your horizons,” Harry suggested cheekily. “Doesn’t the fear make it that much more exciting?”
Imelda seemed torn between rejecting him out of hand and admitting that he was right. “I guess it does,” she finally said.
“Then let’s get excited,” he winked and started moving again.
Imelda tightened up around him again for a moment, but then relaxed. Harry took her on an easy, swooping course around the pitch, and he could tell that Imelda was starting to enjoy herself more. The gentle hum of the broom was helping her grind against him, and she was subtly bouncing in his lap before long. But that wasn’t enough for Harry.
Harry pulled up sharply and climbed a few feet into the air and then dove right back down. Imelda was ready for it this time and held onto him perfectly. When they dropped down, Imelda’s pussy slid up Harry’s cock. She nearly came all the way off of it, but then Harry leveled out his broom as she slammed down hard on his cock.
The two of them let out simultaneous cries of pleasure at that.
“Fuck!” Imelda screamed as she threw her head back. “That feels fucking incredible.”
Harry just grunted in reply and did the same motion again. This time, Imelda leaned into the motions and helped her body move the way it wanted to.
To any passive observer, they’d see a man and a woman swooping up and down on a broomstick over and over again, but it was really one of the most erotic things Harry had ever experienced. Imelda was riding him like a wild broom, constantly bucking and bouncing on top of him as she moaned. Her pussy was so slick with wetness that she was able to virtually glide up and down him with minimal resistance.
Harry removed one hand off of his broom and shoved it up Imelda’s shirt. He grabbed onto one of her breasts and pinched her nipple hard just in time with the next bounce. She screamed into his ear like she was on a muggle roller coaster.
“Yes! Oh Merlin!” She screamed. Her pussy clenched down hard on his cock again, and her entire body shook as her orgasm tore through her body.
Harry leaned back and took them up and down a couple more times as Imelda’s orgasm turned her into a pile of goo on top of him. “Are you ready for one last risky thing?” He asked her.
Blinking through the haze of her orgasm, she frowned lightly in confusion. “What’s that?”
“I’m about to cum,” Harry answered. “And I’m going to cum inside of you.”
Imelda’s eyes widened. “I didn’t take the potion today.”
Harry met her gaze, waiting to see what she’d say next, but he kept on flying them up and down. With each bounce, he could see Imelda’s lust grow again.
Eventually, it was too much for her. “Fuck it,” she finally said as she pressed her body against his. “Cum in me, breed me, I don’t care. I just want to ride your cock!”
Those magic words spurred Harry to fly faster, making Imelda bounce harder in his lap. She was quite vocal as she expressed her pleasure, and the wet squelching sounds of her pussy bouncing on his cock completed the symphony.
Harry loved seeing this arrogant witch turned into a sopping wet mess on his cock. He wished he could stay in this world longer to see her on her knees begging for his cock, but he knew that his time was running short.
With one final dramatic swoop down towards the ground, Harry pulled up and felt Imelda completely engulf his cock with her pussy. With a growl, he came inside of her. Her pussy clenched up around his cock in time with his spurts of cum as he filled her up, and Imelda hugged him tightly against her and kissed his neck wildly as he let out every drop of cum he had into her.
They flew back up to the platform in silence. Imelda had seemed quite content to stay on his cock, so Harry had stayed in her hot pussy as they made the journey back up. When he landed on the platform, Imelda stood up off of his lap. A thick glob of his cum dripped out onto the broomstick and dripped down the sides.
“I don’t do that for anyone, you know,” she told him indignantly as she grabbed her panties off of the ground and put them back on. “And if you ever want a taste of that again, you’d better do well in practice next week.”
“And if you ever want to ride my cock again, you’d better be nicer to me,” Harry countered sharply.
Imelda paused at his challenge and saw how serious he was. She dipped her chin demurely. “Sorry,” she murmured.
“That’s better,” Harry said. He hopped off his broom and stowed himself back in his trousers. “The next time I’m here, I expect you to be waiting on your knees for me in the showers after practice.”
“Yes,” she replied, biting her lip.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
Harry grinned and cupped her face with his hand. She nuzzled into his touch.
“I-”
Once again, white light filled his vision and he reappeared in the portal room moments later.
