Harry's hands squeezed Emma's ass tightly as the older woman in his lap grinded against his straining erection. Emma's lips were hot and needy on Harry's, and his own kisses were no less wild.
Harry enjoyed how Emma pressed her top half flush against his, her large, round breasts mashing against his chest. Harry's hips thrust upwards, and Emma gasped against his mouth as his cock pressed up against her pussy, though there were layers of clothing between them.
Harry and Emma kept kissing feverishly, and Harry's hands slid up Emma's shirt when there was suddenly a bright light. Harry and Emma paused their kiss to look around in confusion as nine gray energy rings appeared, encircling them.
The rings suddenly started spinning rapidly, and then they collapsed into one ring, this one bold white, and Harry and Emma were no longer on the floor of Astoria's ward.
Instead, they were in a lavish bedroom with a huge bed, seated on the floor in front of it.
"Where are we?" Emma asked worriedly. Harry pulled his hands out of Emma's lap and the two stood up, looking around.
Harry's eyes landed on a woman laying on the bed, dressed in a lacy, white, practically transparent nightdress that did very little to hide any of her body parts. The woman's enormously huge breasts also sported some impressively large areolas and thick nipples.
Each curve of her body was full and eye-catching, made all the more interesting by her slender waist.
"Freya." Harry recognized the woman from the Legilimency. Freya's blond hair fell down to her breasts in long waves, and her brilliant blue eyes were warm.
"Hello, Harry. Welcome to Vanaheim." Freya smiled, sliding off the bed. She approached Harry and he stared as she slid her arms around his neck and laid a kiss on his cheek.
"You're Freya?" Emma asked. Freya looked to Emma and moved to give her a hug, too. Emma allowed it, but Harry suspected only out of shock.
"Yes. I wanted to apologize for taking control of your body. The prospect of not being alone any longer was too tempting." Freya said apologetically.
"You're a goddess. You couldn't make some people to keep you company?" Emma questioned.
"I am not all-powerful." Freya said defensively, stepping back from Emma, "After Ragnarök, all the other gods died, and soon followed the other beings of the Nine Realms. Those in the lands of light, after all. The fire giants of Muspelheim, the shades of Helheim, the frost giants of Jotunheim, all of these beasts still live. But the good beings, those who lived in the light of the gods, have gone. Only my sphere of influence remains, as the last surviving Norse deity."
"Well, you don't have to live alone in Vanaheim anymore." Harry said warmly.
"Even though a part of my consciousness rests with you, my physical body must remain somewhere. Isis is the same way. Her physical body has to be somewhere even though part of her consciousness rests within you." Freya explained.
"I wonder where her physical body is." Harry frowned.
"Her body resides in the Duat, I presume, the Egyptian spiritual realm where gods and spirits are found." Freya said.
"Do you know where all the different mythologies' gods live?" Emma questioned.
"I know a lot of divine locations. Otherworld, Elburz, Meru, Olympus, Kunlun." Freya recited.
Harry and Emma exchanged looks.
Freya's immense bust touched Harry's arm, and he couldn't help but look at the goddess.
"You know… I called you here as a reward Harry." Freya said softly, "Would you like to keep discussing gods, or would you like your present?"
Harry couldn't help but grin.
"I'd like my present." Harry said.
Golden mist began to pour from Harry's chest, and it floated over to the bed, where it coalesced into the incredibly sexy form of the Egyptian goddess Isis.
Unlike the pale Nordic beauty of Freya, Isis, of course, had her own exotic appeal. Isis was tall and curvy, though her curves and breasts were put to shame by the insane body that was Freya's.
Isis stood a few inches taller than Harry, and she had enchanting dark eyes and olive skin, along with kohl around her eyes. Her black hair streamed down her back, and Isis was entirely nude.
Isis' breasts were large, yes, but by a much more human standard. Isis and Emma were of comparable breast size, for example. Freya was so far beyond them it wasn't even funny. And compared to Freya, Isis almost looked slender.
"Having fun without me?" Isis asked in a husky voice.
"Isis." Freya said without much warmth.
"Freya." Isis replied just as frostily.
"It's been a long time since we've spoken." Freya inclined her head.
"Before your gods' doomsday." Isis agreed.
"Whoa. Do you guys… not like each other or something?" Harry asked in confusion.
"We have overlapping fields of power. We are both goddesses of magic and fertility. It causes some competition." Isis said levelly.
"Oh." Harry said simply, looking to Freya.
"You two aren't going to fight over Harry, are you?" Emma asked almost maternally, "I don't want him getting hurt."
"Neither do I." Isis said instantly, and laid a fond kiss on Harry's lips, her hard nipples dragging against Harry's chest, something he could feel even through the fabric of his shirt.
"Who do you think you are, Isis? Showing up in Vanaheim uninvited? Interrupting my time with Harry?" Freya demanded.
"You've known him for a day, Freya." Isis said dryly, "Harry and I have been together for two months."
"You know as well as I the intimacy that the bond you and I have made with Harry creates. I feel as close to him as you do." Freya argued.
"Is that why I feel so protective of you?" Harry's eyes widened as he looked at Freya.
"Yes. It is the bond that you have with myself and Isis. Our souls are linked with yours." Freya explained, and she cupped Harry's cheek, "It's why I feel so strongly for you."
"So… you only care about me because of the bond?" Harry stepped back.
"No, love." Isis said soothingly, slipping an arm around Harry, "Mortals have to spend years with each other in order to truly relax around them. They take time to establish bonds as they grow closer. The links Freya and I have with you bypass all of that. Our souls overlapped, and it instantly forged closeness that would take two mortals years to discover."
"Yes. It isn't fake, it's just not a human way of growing close." Freya agreed.
Harry looked at Emma, who appeared as overwhelmed as he was.
"I don't hate you the way I should." Emma confessed to Freya.
"Yes. We were similarly bonded. Our connection has faded slightly because it no longer exists, but there are remnants." Freya explained.
Emma tentatively approached Freya, and the two blondes embraced. Isis pulled Harry close and they watched Freya tilt Emma's chin up and plant a tender kiss on her lips.
"Whoa." Isis laughed in her sexy husk, "Looks like you're enjoying the view."
Isis pulled off Harry's shirt, and he enjoyed how her bare tits felt pressed up against his upper chest.
Harry kissed Isis hard, and the Egyptian goddess kissed back with just as much passion. Harry was unused to having to lean up to kiss someone, but it was no less enjoyable.
Harry held Isis' hips in his hands, but leaned back from the kiss.
"I thought you were spent from healing Astoria." Harry recalled randomly.
"I recover fast." Isis smiled before going down to her knees.
A few feet away, Emma Greengrass was also tongue wrestling with a goddess. Freya had her hands all over Emma, and her insane bust was mashed up against Emma's, which suddenly felt inadequate.
Emma was almost always the bustiest woman in the room, and Freya made her look small, while Isis was also a fair bit bustier than Emma.
Freya's fingers grazed along Emma's hips as her shirt rode up, and Freya's mouth moved down Emma's jaw, giving Emma the ability to moan. The goddess' every touch was electric, and Emma's breaths were already coming hard.
Emma's eyes moved over to Harry and Isis, and Emma's eyes zeroed in on Harry. He had stripped naked, and Isis knelt down before him. Harry's impressive cock stuck straight out, and as Emma watched the Egyptian goddess take Harry's length into her eager mouth, heat blossomed between Emma's thighs.
Freya snapped her fingers and the sheer white nightdress she wore turned to silvery mist. Another snap and Emma's clothes evaporated in a similar fashion.
Emma blushed as Freya cupped Emma's tits in her hands.
"You're blushing." Freya said gently, "Are you OK?"
"I've never done anything with a woman before." Emma confessed. Freya smiled.
"Come on." Freya said, and tugged Emma to the bed. Isis took her mouth off Harry's cock, and they joined Freya and Emma on the bed.
Harry's eyes eagerly drank in the sight of Emma and Freya naked. Emma had the taboo of being his betrothed's mother, while Freya was just… breathtaking.
"Come here." Freya beckoned to Harry, and Harry slid across the bed to Freya, who he kissed forcefully. Heroics were just a hobby for Harry, his real calling was sex.
Harry couldn't take his hands off Freya's enormous tits the whole time they kissed. Harry's rock hard cock poked against Freya's stomach, and the Norse goddess slid her hips back and lifted them up just a little.
Harry understood the message, and drove his hips forward hard, impaling Freya's pussy. The goddess moaned in delight, falling back onto her back. Harry's eyes almost never left Freya's bouncing tits as he fucked her.
Emma came up beside Harry and kissed the boy's cheek. That made him take his eyes off Freya. Harry turned and cupped Emma's cheek before kissing her passionately. Emma moaned happily into the kiss, wrapping her arms around the fit teenager and pressing her naked body up against him. During this, Harry never stopped pounding Freya.
Isis slid up beside Emma, and encircled her arms around Emma's waist. Emma tensed as Isis's tits mashed up against her back.
"Shhh. Don't mind me." Isis cooed, "Keep kissing Harry."
Emma looked hesitant, but she obeyed the Egyptian goddess, locking lips with Harry again. Isis leaned her head down and kissed Emma's throat, placing small, hard kisses up and down her neck while one of her hands slid downwards to Emma's pussy.
Emma mewled into Harry's lips while Isis' fingers slid deeper inside her, but Emma's pleasured sounds were lost to Freya's heavy panting and shrieks of ecstasy.
"By Ra, she has no class." Isis smirked, "A goddess acting like a common concubine."
Emma ripped her mouth off of Harry's and looked defiantly at Isis.
"Do better, then. See if Harry can't bring the same reaction out of you." Emma defended Harry from the slight she perceived Isis' comment as.
"Oh, trust me, beautiful, I am not doubting my love's sexual prowess." Isis assured Emma.
"Thanks." Harry grunted as he kept fucking Freya, which seemed to be taking up a large portion of his concentration.
Freya held out her hands and Harry took them, and to his surprise, silver energy spread up her arms and then down his arms, until gradually, his veins all gleamed with silver energy.
"Whoa." Harry gasped.
Freya sat up with a small moan, and then wrapped her legs and arms around Harry.
"They don't call me a goddess of sex for nothing." Freya breathed. Harry, empowered by Freya's blessing, lifted up onto his knees and staggered out of the bed.
Freya's legs were draped over Harry's arm, his face was pressed up against her heavenly breasts, and his cock was pistoning furiously into her pussy.
Back on the bed, Emma was being fingered hard by Isis, while Isis' other hand was on Emma's tits, toying with her nipples and groping her large breasts.
Emma's hips bucked, and Emma's juices squirted onto Freya's sheets.
"That was my fastest orgasm ever." Emma exhaled, slumping back against Isis. Isis cradled her tenderly and gave her a saucy grin.
"Emma, I have been fucking women for the last 5,000 years. I know how to make one squirt REALLY fast." Isis smirked. Emma gave Isis an exhausted smile, and Isis spun the drained blond around gently and then gave her a fond kiss.
"You and I may not be soulbound, but I like you." Isis said playfully, "I'll be looking out for you through Harry's eyes, looking for another opportunity to have some fun."
Emma kissed Isis.
"I can't wait." Emma said, still breathing hard. Isis cuddled up with Emma and stroked along the curves of the beautiful blond while the two women watched as Harry pounded Freya mercilessly.
"It's crazy how much strength Harry has." Emma breathed.
"It's strength that comes from arousal." Isis explained, "He can't use it as a weapon or anything, not unless he fucks a girl before going into fights or something. But yes, Freya's blessing is a mighty one. You've heard of Viking Berserkers, I'm sure. Don't forget that Freya is also a goddess of war. She can bestow Berserker strength upon a warrior, if the situation calls for it. Of course, she had to give them a little taste of her so they'd be aroused during the fight."
"That's insane." Emma breathed.
"Mhm. No matter what she pretends, Freya is a total slut. Her gift reflects that." Isis whispered to Emma, "She loves to be dominated."
"What's your gift?" Emma wondered breathlessly as Isis cupped one of Emma's tits idly.
"Depends on the gender of the person I'm bestowing it to. On Harry, it makes his dick into a vibrator. On a female… well, let's just say I am a goddess who loves having sex with women. I needed a gift that could pleasure them." Isis winked.
"Can you show me?" Emma whispered.
"Are you sure? I already tired you out without using divine power." Isis checked. Emma bit her lip and laced her fingers with Isis.
"I'm sure." Emma nodded. Isis kissed Emma, then touched right above Emma's pussy, and golden light emanated from her fingers.
Emma shrieked in ecstasy as suddenly, Emma's own body turned traitor. Every touch on her skin felt electric. Isis' fingers in hers gave a gentle squeeze that sent pleasure coursing through Emma's body. Isis' hand on Emma's tits was practically orgasmic, and even Emma's own juices in her pussy were arousing her, the liquid's slightest brush against her nether region setting her off.
Isis leaned down to Emma's ear and gave it the tiniest nibble, and Emma moaned and orgasmed wildly.
"My power connects all your nerves to your pleasure center. I could stroke your back and give you an orgasm. I could whisper in your ear and make you drip for me." Isis whispered, and Emma moaned as Isis was proved right. Then, abruptly, it stopped.
"On goddesses, it's a lot more fun. Human women tend to burn out too quickly with my gift. There's a goddess, Bast, ohhh. She and I have gone so many rounds. You should hear her purr when I use my gift on her." Isis smiled.
"W-what if Freya gave me her blessing, then you use your gift on me?" Emma panted. Isis' mouth dropped open.
"You are a genius. But not today, OK? You are far too spent as it is. Been a while since you orgasmed, isn't it?" Isis guessed. Emma flushed.
"My husband's been busy." Emma admitted.
"Whenever you need a good time, come visit Harry. I'll make sure to show up." Isis promised, kissing Emma. Emma nodded.
Across the room, Harry and Freya were still locked in heated sex up against the wall. Harry had cummed four times inside Freya, and she had orgasmed twice. Harry's stamina seemed endless, as his arousal was so high that Freya's blessing kept powering him forwards.
"Fuck!" Freya moaned for what must be the hundredth time today. Gone was the decadence and the well-maintained composure. Now, she was a sweaty mess, her big tits heaving with each of Harry's thrusts, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room along with Harry's grunts of effort and pleasure, and Freya's loud screams of delight.
Freya had been alone for centuries, and this was the best fuck she'd had since the dawn of her existence. Or maybe it just felt like it, given the long period of abstinence. Either way, Freya experiencing ecstasy unlike any she could remember.
"Yes! Yes, fuck me, Harry! Knock me up with your child!" Freya begged, and Harry roared and exploded inside the goddess, then a bright white flash happened inside his brain.
———
Harry opened his eyes to feel a mouth on his cock. All he could see of the cocksucker was red hair, but then her head drew back and Harry smiled to see it was his daughter.
"Hello, love." a familiar voice said, and Harry turned to see his mother laying beside him. She barely looked any older, despite years having gone by.
Harry leaned over and kissed Lily, enjoying the familiar taste of her lips. The door opened and in walked two girls with silvery blond hair. One was Gabrielle, the other Fleur. Both had grown into incredibly sexy MILFs, and Gabby held a baby boy in her arms.
"Bonjour, mon amour." Gabby said with a playful smile. Harry and Lily's redhead daughter hopped up off Harry's cock and left it open for the Veela sisters while coming forwards to jump in bed beside Harry, her scantily clad body cuddling up with him. Fleur took the redhead girl's place, while Gabby came up to Harry and his daughter. Harry saw that she was topless, his infant son suckling on Gabby's nipple.
"I've missed you. France is so boring without you to fuck me in every room. Maman agrees." Gabrielle winked.
"Tell her to come by any time." Harry heard himself say.
"Will do." Gabby giggled.
"Monopolizing my husband?" a voice asked playfully, and Harry turned to see Daphne. She was an insanely sexy MILF, with curves that blew him away and large, generous breasts.
"Our husband, I zink you mean." Fleur took a breath from inhaling Harry's cock expertly.
"Hmm… I don't think I do." Daphne replied teasingly.
"Come here, love." Lily held out her arms, and Daphne laid atop Lily, and Harry watched excitedly as his mother and his betrothed- no, his wife, kissed familiarly and passionately.
"Damn. I haven't seen you guys since-" Nym's voice came, but it cut out abruptly as another white flash lit up Harry's eyes.
———
Harry was jolted back to the present and staggered in surprise. He and Freya sank to the floor so Harry was sitting squarely on his ass and Freya was in his lap, still astride his cock.
"What was that?" Harry demanded.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I have a gift for prophecy, I suppose. Some myths call me Frigg, but that's more of a title. A title to reflect my gifts of prophecy. I can rarely control the ability. The future is ever changing, and I can only catch glimpses. It seems that I shared one with you." Freya panted.
"That was… my future?" Harry asked in astonishment, also out of breath. His head was spinning, and he felt like he was crashing after Freya's blessing kept him going for that long.
"Yes, love." Freya said, still breathlessly. She cooed at Harry suddenly, and guided his head to rest on her bosom.
"You need rest, and lots of it. My blessing depleted you a lot. It isn't endless stamina, it's just an enhancement. And after it, there's always a crash." Freya said gently. Harry nodded sluggishly. Freya gave a soft laugh, and gave Harry a warm squeeze.
Harry's eyes were fluttering, and he felt soft lips on his, and then he fell into a deep sleep.