Rogue had some idea of what to expect. Harry's note had been vague, but in it he'd requested that she 'dress nice'. At first, she was giddy, until she realized that she didn't actually have any nice clothes. She bemoaned her situation to Yelena and Luna. Luna nodded sympathetically, while Yelena seemed thoughtful.
"I don't have much of a wardrobe, either. Getting kidnapped for years will do that to you." She said as if this were a relatable fact of life. Sadly, a disturbing number of people among them had been kidnapped, enslaved or imprisoned.
"Oh, I have loads of clothes." Yelena said. "Though I'm not sure they'd fit well." She held her hands to mime cupping her chest. "You know…"
Rogue groaned. She didn't need a reminder.
"I can shrink them down for you!" Luna injected brightly.
Rogue groaned again. "Okay, fine. That'd be… great."
"Let's go!" Luna cheered. They followed Yelena back to her room. "Why do you have so many nice clothes, anyway?" Luna asked her.
"When I worked for Hydra, I was expected to seduce targets."
"Wait, they made you have sex with random people?" That sounded awful, and Rogue wondered if her time being held captive at Hogwarts might be preferable.
"Usually, it was just to distract them, before they could be captured or killed. But sometimes yes." Yelena said this matter-of-factly as she laid various dresses out for inspection.
"That's awful. I'm…sorry." Rogue said, though it felt insufficient.
"Oh, the sex wasn't the hard part." Yelena said. "Eventually you learn to enjoy it, most of the time." She waved her hand in a so-so motion. "It's a job, and its sex, and they were generally good people. You might as well make the most of it. No, the hard part was killing them."
Rogue winced. "Yeah."
"Oh, this looks nice." Luna said, attempting to shift the discussion. She held up an emerald green dress. It wasn't elegant, per se, but then all of Yelena's dresses seemed to be more practical than fancy. "It matches his eyes."
Rogue smiled, she liked the idea of her dress matching her date.
"Not sexy enough." Yelena said.
"What do you mean?"
"You need more leg, and cleavage. Especially leg." Man, was she blunt.
"I can change colors too." Luna offered.
"Alright, what would you suggest." Rogue said unsurely. She wasn't sold on getting sexed up for this date. Even though she strongly suspected it would end there- it felt too forward.
Yelena offered up a very slim strapless dress that achieved both of her prescriptions. She insisted Rogue try it on, and she did so reluctantly. It was predictably loose around her chest, something which Yelena pointed out.
"A little loose at the chest." She teased, and Rogue had had enough.
"Yeah, well at least I'm getting' some." She snapped. "You're the only one who'll be touching your massive tits tonight."
"I could find someone." Yelena pouted, Rogue had hit a sore spot, but she didn't feel bad. Sometimes with Yelena you needed to show a little bite. She respected it when you had spine.
"I don't know. We've taken on a lot of witches recently." Luna hummed. She had a point. When Rogue and the mutants had joined the Sanctum, the gender ratio may have been uneven, but not noticeably so. Rogue was very familiar with how Hydra conscripted, taking nearly all of the military men from a town to add to their ranks. Conscription was applied erratically, though, as needs presented themselves. This left some villages stripped bare while their neighbors were untouched. Those communities usually disappeared, their population flocking to the preserved towns. The Wakandans, however, were protected from the ravages of war, and were the largest single group. And at the time the Sanctum hadn't taken many mundane humans yet. This was changing now as the world fell apart around them. Most noticeably, however, the wizarding contingent - or more accurately the witching contingent- had swelled in the past few weeks, coming up to par with the Wakandans.
The imbalance was obvious now, and Yelena knew it. "I'm a trained seductress. I could find someone."
"But not Harry." Rogue smirked. Yelena's jaw clicked shut, knowing that Rogue had delivered a crippling blow.
"So, what do you think of the dress?" Luna diffused. Her eyes took in Rogue's legs with more than friendly interest. "It really does compliment your legs, they're striking."
"Thanks." Rogue blushed. "But this is a little too… striking for me."
She tried out several other outfits, finally settling on a compromise. Emerald green, tight fitting but fairly modest at the top, and ending with a short skirt. Luna made the necessary adjustments, offering effusive compliments that had her cheeks heating.
Then Yelena piped in. "Oh, you need some lingerie. Hold on!"
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Their planned date had to be pushed back a day, a last-minute mission to rescue a wizarding enclave in Western Africa had gone long as they'd realized there was a non-magical village nearby. Getting the refugees situated would always be a priority, so Harry and Rogue had rescheduled their date for the following morning.
However, when Rogue went to their meeting spot- one of the many sitting rooms in the Sanctum- she found that Harry was not alone. Another woman- a witch- was there, and Rogue felt her hackles rise. She was very clearly coming onto Harry, and he was just as clearly politely putting distance between them.
"Look, I'm very busy." Harry said diplomatically. "I'm sure it'd be nice to get to know you, but it's just not in the cards."
The woman pouted, tossing her golden-blonde hair back. "Are you sure?" She said, before opening her robe. Part of Rogue wanted to intervene, to scare off this woman who was trying to interrupt her date, but she also wanted to see how Harry would react.
"Yes, I'm sure." He said, more firmly. "I'm not interested."
"I'd do anything." She approached him, not taking either hints or blunt statements, and Rogue decided now was the time to intervene.
"Hey!" She snapped, drawing both Harry and the woman's attention to her. "What the hell are you doing with him?"
The woman paled. Rogue was an object of some fear among the wizarding community, after it had gotten out how she was able to 'steal' their magic. "I was just- just-" She stammered.
"Leaving, right?" Harry prompted.
"Yes, I was leaving." She nodded, scampering off.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." Harry grimaced. "It's not how I wanted this to start."
"Do you get that a lot?" Rogue asked.
"No." He shook his head, before hedging. "Well, I'm rarely alone these days. But it seems like whenever I get a minute alone in public, someone tries to ambush me. Sometimes they want me to track down a family member, or are just curious, but usually it's like her. I hope that didn't ruin the mood."
"It didn't." She shook her head, like she'd let something beyond either of their control scuttle their plans. "But… what makes me different?"
To her pleasure, Harry didn't hesitate to answer. "They don't actually want me."
"Are you blind?" Rogue snorted. "It looked like she was all over you."
Harry rolled his eyes and gestured for her to walk with him. She slotted herself beside him, and butterflies alighted in her stomach when he took her arm. "You don't understand how witches are raised in that society. She's desperate, but not because she actually wants or cares about me. Mostly, she wants protection, and she thinks the most powerful man in the Sanctum can provide it to her."
"Oh." Rogue said. "That's really sad, actually."
"Yeah. Hopefully when we're done all that rubbish will be gone. And I'll be able to walk around in public in peace."
"Were you ever able to walk around in public unbothered?" Rogue asked him. He was such a larger than life figure, she struggled to imagine him as someone who lived in obscurity.
Harry chuckled. "Well, no. Maybe I'm being unrealistic."
"What, were you born famous?"
"Not exactly, but close." He said evasively. "I've almost always had to deal with it." He led them to a door, which he opened with a wave of his hand. Rogue blinked at the view beyond- it was picturesque. The door opened out into a meadow on a tall hill, the landscape fanned out below them, featuring a dense forest cut through by a winding river- in the distance were snowcapped mountains that the sun was rising above.
"Where are we?" Rogue asked, the temperature was perfectly balmy, with a slight breeze. Was this some enchanted room that gave them a picturesque nature scene?
"Somewhere in California." Harry said. "Been there a few times, but I never got to appreciate the view before." She noticed the picnic table, already prepared with food- sandwiches, a flask of water, and a bowl of fruit. Charmingly, he'd also placed a vase of flowers for her. It was all such a contrast to her daily life. She lived in a confusing magical complex of doors, rooms, and hallways. Going outside almost always meant going on a mission- with danger never far away. This felt like something from another world.
"You look beautiful, by the way." Harry complimented her. Rogue blushed. "Thanks, you too." He'd dressed up for the occasion as well, with a striking set of well-fitting green robes. "I mean, you look good too."
Harry laughed. "It's okay, you can call me beautiful. My masculine ego can take a compliment." He gestured to the table. "Shall we?"
Rogue sat down by Harry's side, and he glanced down at her in surprise, before his eyes lit up in understanding. He slid his arm around her waist. "Is this alright?"
Rogue nodded, resting her cheek against his shoulder. Truthfully, she wanted more. She wanted to crawl into his lap and soak up his touch like a sponge, but this would do for now. It felt so nice to touch him, to have his warm solid body against her. She could just sit there like this for hours and be happy. He ran his hand up and down her back, rubbing her shoulders briefly before scratching behind her ears. Involuntarily, she tilted her head into his touch. "Good girl." He cooed.
"Harry!" Rogue squeaked, feeling a pulse of heat in both her head and between her legs. Despite her embarrassment and the confusing clash of feelings he was inspiring in her, she didn't pull away. His touch was too addictive.
"Sorry." He apologized, not sounding sorry at all. "I know you're touch starved. Anyone would be, in your position." He was petting her hair now, and she didn't know how to explain to him that he could touch her basically any way he wanted. He pulled his hand back, and she whined. "Don't you want to eat?" He asked.
Funnily enough, she didn't have much of an appetite at the moment. "Why don't we talk?" She pitched.
"Talk?" He waggled his eyebrows teasingly. "Sure, we can talk." Most of their conversations were professional, about missions, tactics and plans. She'd come to appreciate his dry sense of humor, but hardly knew anything about him. Sure, she knew the general backstory- hopping universes, dying multiple times, but she didn't know anything specific, or personal.
"How did you end up with this…" Harry looked at her expectantly. "…harem?"
"I'm not sure if I like the term." Harry admitted. "But, basically I was lucky enough to have three incredible women fall for me. Instead of fighting over me, they decided to share me, and each other. It spiraled out from there." It was a remarkably humble way of putting it.
"No suave story about how you seduced them all?"
"Seems like poor taste to talk about that on a date." Harry said.
Rogue chuckled. "I guess it comes with the territory, when you're dating a guy with-" She ticked off her fingers. "-seven girlfriends."
"Its still poor form to rub your face in it."
"Hm." Rogue shrugged. "So, who's your favorite?" Harry coughed violently at the question. "Sorry, sorry- teasing." She said quickly. "How about this, how did you meet Luna?"
That launched Harry off. For a few minutes, the conversation veered towards his time at Hogwarts. Rogue could tell that he held a lot of nostalgia for the place, and the people there. At some point, Harry placed a hand on her thigh. His touch on her bare skin made her shiver, pleasant tingles sparking where he touched her. It made it difficult for her to focus, and when he asked her about her childhood, Rogue stumbled. "So, what was it like for you growing up? When did your powers manifest?"
"Uh- well-" If only he'd stop touching her thigh, she could actually think. But of course she didn't actually want him to stop touching her. If anything, she wanted more. "We lost my dad when I was little. Hydra recruited him."
"I'm sorry." He said, moving his hand from her thigh to her waist. Rogue pushed on.
"But my mom and I made it work. We ended up moving around to find someplace more stable. I met Cody, he was… my boyfriend, I guess. It never really got that far though, because the first time I kissed him, my powers manifested."
"Oh."
"Yeah." Rogue said. "So that's the sum total of my romantic experience. I was ostracized and kicked out. Then the X-men found me, and here I am." It was a story she never liked telling, but it had come up often enough that repetition had taken the bite out of it.
"It occurs to me that nothing we've talked about is particularly romantic." Harry remarked dryly, and Rogue appreciated the pivot. She wasn't interested in lingering on this.
"Wanna talk about your girlfriends again?" Rogue teased.
Harry huffed. "You think that's romantic?"
"Well, it is impressive." She acknowledged. "I mean, when I first met you and realized that you had this harem. It made me think. I mean, I already had a crush on you. But it made me wonder- how incredible must you be?"
"Incredibly lucky." He countered.
"Y'know, I heard Ginny talking to Luna about it- she swears that she's the lucky one."
"Part of why I'm so lucky." Harry countered easily. "I'm not trying to be humble. I'm just saying, a very rare set of circumstances allowed this to happen."
Rogue wasn't sure about that, based on what Luna had told her, he probably could have made something work with her and Ginny in his original world. The point wasn't worth arguing. Besides, his hand was back on her thigh, slowly rubbing up and down, and it was hard formulating an argument in that position. "Well, I feel lucky. That I met you." Rogue declared. "You got us out of Hogwarts, and I can actually touch you."
"So, what you're saying is that I'm cancelling out all of the truly rotten luck you've gotten."
"Partly." Rogue nodded. "Also, you're hot, funny, sweet, a hero." She went on.
"You're not so bad yourself." He teased. Rogue shook her head bashfully. She still suspected that she was a charity case.
"What have I done to impress you?"
"You're resilient. You've lost so much, and gone through a lot, but you didn't let it break you, or turn you bitter." Rogue soaked it in. "I've seen you in battle, too." He went on. "You're really impressive, even when you're not using your abilities."
She did appreciate him recognizing her prowess. "A girl could get used to this."
Harry grinned. "I saw the footage of you taking down the Hulk. The way you dodged him was incredible."
"He wasn't the most precise and coordinated opponent."
"Not to mention, you're pretty cute."
"Stop." She blushed, shaking her head. She was average at best.
"Really, there's a reason I can't keep my hands off your legs." He hesitated. "Err, I hope that doesn't bother you. I can stop if it's too much."
"Please don't stop." Rogue said quickly. Harry swept his hand along her leg in response, caressing her inner thigh in the process. "Eep!" Rogue squeaked.
"I love how sensitive you are." Harry marveled. "I know not having any touch, affection, or intimacy must have been hard for you. I love making you feel good."
"Its not fair." Rogue groaned. "Every touch makes me feel so… so… good. It's so imbalanced!"
"You can touch me too." Harry offered. "However you like. I promise I don't bite."
"What if I want you to?" Rogue blurted, an image of Harry nibbling at her ear and leaving hickeys down her neck popping into her mind.
"I can do that too, with full consent from all parties." He teased, flashing his teeth. That was enough, Rogue decided- enough teasing and tempting. Perhaps recklessly, she smashed her mouth into his. She was clumsy, lips squishing as their teeth clicked together, but Harry quickly took over, guiding the kiss. The caress of his lips and his tongue was otherworldly, a taste of what she'd craved for nearly a decade. Her entire body electrified as he pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her as he kissed her. She was surrounded by him, his presence, his solidness, his warmth, his scent, and it was euphoric. This alone was better than any release she'd given herself. That had been empty, sating an urge- this was connection, completeness. It was exciting and passionate. It was better than she could have imagined.
He was gentle, so very gentle with her, and it tore her to shreds. She moaned into his mouth at his every tender movement, whining whenever their lips briefly parted for air. But the instant he pushed her further, deepening the kiss with just a hint of a growl, she melted entirely. She'd do anything he wanted; her body was putty in his warm hands.
He ended the kiss, and Rogue lolled her head against his chest. She inhaled and moaned softly. He smelt so good, how did he smell so good? Trembling fingers curled into his robes. She felt drugged by his proximity, and drunk off his kiss. "You alright?" He asked. "Not too much?"
"No." Rogue mumbled. "I mean, yes! I mean-" Her frazzled mind tried to keep up. Harry laughed and she glared up at him.
"Sorry." He chuckled. "You're just, so cute like that. Flustered. So, what were you saying?"
"I want…" Rogue frowned, sitting up in his lap and gripping his robe. While Harry was largely immune to her abilities, she still got a tiny trickle from him, giving her a small store of power. She tapped into it, and her strength flared, allowing her to rip his robe open. "More."
Harry gazed up at her with wide eyes while she splayed her hands on his bare chest. She felt it rise and fall with his breath and felt his heartbeat. "I thought you wanted some romance first." He said.
"I changed my mind." She said. "Can you blame a girl? Now help me get this off."
Harry obliged, and his robe vanished before her eyes. Rogue froze, staring open mouthed at the expanse of skin before her. Harry crooked an eyebrow at her. "Well?"
Rogue clicked her mouth shut, and dove in, rubbing herself against him like a cat. She wanted to wallow in him, feel as much of his bare skin as possible. There was only one problem, she still had her dress on. At some point, the straps had slipped off her shoulders, and her heated rubbing was slowly dragging the dress downward, but it wasn't fast enough. "Can you-" She panted. "My dress- it's in the way."
And then it wasn't, gone just like his robes, leaving her just in the black lingerie that Yelena and Luna had picked out for her. She felt it all, his skin against hers, his body against hers. She moaned, loudly, as pleasure sparked and burned her from head to toe. Without their robes, she could feel his erection. It was raw instinct that compelled her to settle her crotch against his, and from there her movements had far more focus.
She'd never been so close to a man before- she marveled. She'd never felt a man's desire for her, felt that wonderful, masculine firmness between her legs. Every twitch of her hips against him felt so incredible, so much rawer and realer than anything she'd managed to do to herself. She clung to him, nails digging into his skin, and nestled her head against his neck, moaning louder and louder as her peak thundered towards her. Harry grabbed her head and said into her ear. "Cum for me, luv."
For a moment, she was shocked how quickly she was coming, how maybe ten seconds of dry humping could undo her. Then her orgasm erupted, and all rational thought was banished. It took far longer for her climax to run its course, and even in the aftermath a subtle shift could send off new sparks of pleasure. Mostly, she was in awe- of Harry, and of the things he could make her feel. Part of her was intimidated by what actual sex might be like, but most of her craved it. She wanted to be closer, and there was only one way.
Harry lifted her up and set her onto the picnic table, to her brief disappointment. The withdrawal of contact was harsh and cruel. But then he settled on top of her, and Rogue sighed blissfully. His hands reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, and her breath hitched. He removed the garment and stared at her with glimmering eyes. Rogue, impatient, took his hand and placed it on her chest. Harry chuckled. "Eager, huh?"
"Yes." She moaned, luxuriating in his touch. "Don't stop touching me, I can't stand it."
"Yes ma'am." He chuckled, before lowering his impudent mouth to her other breast.
"Hahn! Haahhh!" Rogue whimpered at the contact. Just like the rest of her, her nipples were exquisitely sensitive. The soft, wet warmth of his mouth against her felt maddening. Then his fingers began toying with her other nipple and she wondered if it was possible to cum from this. "Fuck! Fuhck! Fuhhhck!" She grunted.
She was granted a brief reprieve as Harry switched his focus to her other breast, before succumbing as he gave it the same lavish treatment. Rogue learned that she couldn't actually cum from just having her nipples sucked, at least not that easily, but it still set her at the edge. Her entire body felt like a livewire and that just the right touch would set her off. "You're so sexy, Rogue." Harry purred, admiring his handiwork. "I can't wait to devour you."
Rogue squeaked. "You mean, eat me out?" She felt like she could faint.
"Only if you want me to, of course." He reached for her panties, and her heart leapt in her chest. Oh god, that would feel so good, but what she really wanted was for him to-
"Fuck me!" She blurted.
"Sorry?" Harry said reflexively.
"I want to feel you, against me, inside me. I want it so bad." She said. "I don't want to wait." He pulled back, and she whined in disappointment, only for the noise to lodge in her throat as he tugged down his boxers. "Guh!" She grunted, staring at his manhood. She needed him inside her, she really needed him inside her.
He pulled her panties down, and her legs popped open. She was so wet, and she knew that he could see it. What he couldn't see was how hot she felt, and how she hungered for him, how there was an emptiness in her core that begged to be filled. He moved back on top of her, aligning his body with hers. His length caressed her slit, he felt so imposingly firm against her softness, and Rogue's eyes rolled back. He rubbed against her teasingly, and she twitched her hips up against his in return. "You like that, luv?" He crooned. "Or would you like me inside you?"
She wanted to shout 'Inside!' but at that moment, Harry had rubbed his length against her clit, and she saw stars. "IEEE! I- UH! UH! FUUUCK!" She screamed as her orgasm racked her, her voice echoing through the untouched wilderness around them.
When she came to, he was cupping her cheek, looking into her eyes. "Fuck me!" She begged. "Please, I need you inside. I need it. I need- OH!" He slipped himself in, and Rogue grunted as he penetrated her slowly, inch by inch. It was everything she'd wanted- him against her, bare flesh against flesh, their most intimate parts joined together. He was actually inside her, she marveled, filling her like she was always meant to be. They were coupled together, aligned in an ages old embrace. He bottomed out, hilted entirely within her, but still she needed him closer. She threw her arms and legs around him, feeling him press against her, both on the outside and inside.
"Is that good, do you need a bit?" Harry asked. Vaguely, Rogue realized he was asking her if she was ready for him to move, if she could handle him fucking her. She didn't know if she could, but she wanted it regardless.
"Do it." She grunted. Harry moved like the tides, pulling slowly out before slowly pressing back in. He dominated her awareness. She craved him the moment he left and was satisfied the instant he returned. Every part of her that touched him felt complete, from her core, to her arms and legs that wrapped around him, to her nipples as they scraped against his chest. He bottomed out again, and she felt that she was his, she owned every piece of her. He pulled out, and thrust in again, and she was his- she'd do anything for him. He filled her again, and she was his- she'd fight by his side, stand against their enemies together. Again, and she was his- she'd stay with him as long as he wanted. Again, and she was his- she'd worship his body the way he deserved. Again, and she was his- she'd bear his children, if that was what he wanted.
Without conscious thought, her internal monologue leaked to her mouth. "I'm yours!" She moaned. "You can do whatever you want with me. Use me, breed me, as long as you don't stop! I need it, okay? I need to belong to you!" At the words 'breed me', Harry's eyes flashed. He grunted and thrust into her deep and hard. She latched onto that. "Breed me." She repeated, breathless. "Please, breed me. Plant your seed-uh!" He pressed her hard against the table, his eyes intense.
"Be careful what you wish for luv." Harry growled. "You might get it." She nearly came on the spot. Instead, she stared up at him, her entire body shaking in anticipation. She didn't even know if becoming pregnant was possible, with her abilities. But then again, he'd cured Natasha's infertility… anything was possible.
"Merlin, you really do want it." He grunted, giving her a short, teasing thrust that made her squeak. "Maybe after the war, if you're really good, I'll knock you up." He was back to fucking her properly, and Rogue devolved into babble. Her pleasure spiked higher and higher with each thrust, lifting into parts unknown. "I'm close." Harry moaned. "I'm going to cum in your perfect little pussy, alright luv?"
His words hit her like a lightning bolt, and she came. He came right after her, and she could feel him pulsing along with her, his warmth flooding her. He was filling her, leaving a part of himself in her.
It was perfect.
They laid together in the aftermath. Rogue, dazed, had to ask. "I'm not pregnant, right?"
Harry laughed. "No. I've had enough accidental pregnancies for one lifetime. The next time I have a kid, it's going to be planned."
Sex, it turned out, was a great way to work up an appetite. Rogue and Harry did enjoy the lunch he'd prepared- just a little later than usual.