"So, what do you think?" Yelena asked.
"I'm not playing this game." Maria grumbled.
"Come oooon." Yelena sing-songed. "It's fun. Luna looks particularly radiant today, bet she got some."
"Probably." Rogue admitted. She hated to sound jealous, but she was. It wasn't that she begrudged Luna her happiness, and all the sex Rogue couldn't have. But dammit, she had needs too! And she'd never been closer to the tantalizing prospect of having those needs… satisfied.
"You could always just ask, you know." Yelena said, immediately spotting Rogue's dissatisfaction. She wasn't entirely sure how she'd gotten dragged into their little group. Yelena somehow had known that Rogue was one of them- not-so secretly pining.
"Then why don't y'all ask?" Rogue fired back.
"They have enough on their hands." Yelena shrugged. Maria nodded in agreement.
"Same, then." Rogue pouted.
"Well…" Maria said. "It is different with you. Harry's literally the only person you could have sex with."
"I don't want to be a pity lay."
"Beggers can't be choosers." Yelena chimed.
"I'm sure as hell not a beggar." Rogue grumbled- despite being the one to dub their little group 'the rejects club'. "I'm just…"
"Desperate?" Yelena prompted. "Pent up? Absolutely gagging for it?"
"Alright, alright." Rogue waved her hand. "I get it, but what am I s'pposed to do? Walk up to Harry and ask nicely?"
"Luna's your friend, you could ask her?" Maria suggested. "Or you could go to Wanda."
Rogue huffed. To be perfectly honest, she'd hoped her first time would be a little more romantic. She didn't want to be just another member of a harem. But she had to admit that they had a point. Her love life was non-existent, with no end in sight. And time was running out, a final confrontation was coming, she knew, and there was no way to know if any of them would make it out alive.
Harry was the only person she could even touch, let alone have sex with, and having him touch her made her realize just how much she craved it. She'd become paranoid about being near other people. She seated herself on the other side of the table from Yelena and Maria to prevent any 'accidents'. Harry was the only one who could pierce that bubble of self-imposed personal space, and he did it so casually. Rogue wondered if he knew the effect he had on her, how even him coming close caused butterflies. Sometimes he'd touch her shoulder, or rub her arm, and just that would trigger pleasant tingles. It was like her entire body was primed to be receptive to his every touch. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to take it further, often at night.
Rogue gulped down her drink, stood up, and made a beeline to Luna, tuning out Yelena's whistle. She stopped a safe distance away from Luna, but her friend noticed her regardless. "Rogue!" She said with a dopey smile. It really was obvious that she'd just gotten laid. "How are you?"
"Fine." She said. "Can we talk? Privately?"
She knew she wasn't exactly being subtle, but Luna mercifully didn't question her. She kissed Ginny quickly on the lips before walking side by side with Rogue, a little too close for her comfort. "What did you want to talk about?" Luna said innocuously once they were out of earshot of the others. Rogue wasn't satisfied with their level of privacy, and led them to an empty sitting room, closing the door behind them. Luna looked at her with questioning patience, and Rogue sighed.
"I want in."
"In?"
"With Harry. I want in."
"Don't you mean that you want Harry in you?"
Rogue blushed. "W-well, I mean… I-"
Luna giggled. "Its okay, it was rather obvious."
"Does Harry know?"
Luna looked thoughtful. "I think he suspects, but he does have an awful lot on his hands now."
"That's an innuendo, isn't it?" Rogue sighed.
"I didn't intend it to be, but that does work, doesn't it?" Luna mused. "Wanda and Natasha's boobs are quite large."
"I guess that means he's not interested." Rogue mumbled. It made sense, he had so many gorgeous women who he already knew and trusted, why would he bother with her?
"I didn't say that." Luna objected. "I'll talk to him!"
"I don't want it if he's not into me." Rogue said. "If he's doing it out of pity, or if he's just not that into it, I'd rather not."
"I see." Luna said. "Have you considered that he's holding off because he's thinking the same way you are?"
"What do you mean?" Rogue crossed her arms.
"If someone was only interested in sex with you because you were the only person they could possibly have sex with, that might not be such a turn on." She said.
"That's not what its about!" Rogue sputtered.
"Oh?"
"I mean, have you seen him!" Rogue gestured erratically. "I was there when he flamed back to the sanctum and- and-" She wheezed. The night of that battle, he'd returned with a rush of fire. He'd stepped out of the flames, and their light had backlit his form. She'd been enraptured by the entirety of him, the intensity still in his eyes and the power that radiated off of him, and his body… god, his body was something out of a sex dream. She'd wanted to melt into a puddle in front of him.
"Oh, I have." Luna hummed, her eyes growing distant. "He really is nice to look at."
"Yeah." Rogue said.
"And he's really good at it." Luna continued, getting lost in the moment. "His hands feel so good, and his mouth…" She sighed. "He'll keep going until I'm ready to beg him to put his cock in. And when he finally does…" Luna moaned slightly. "Well, you've seen it."
"Yeah." Rogue said in a strangled voice, she certainly had. She had a suspicion that Harry would have a much easier time getting her ready than Luna. Even hearing it described was making her hot. She tried to imagine being beneath him, his body pressing against hers- skin to skin, and his touch, just how Luna described it. "I want it."
"So, it's just about sex?" Luna asked suddenly, and Rogue jerked back to the present.
"I don't know!" Rogue said. "I mean, I don't know him that well. Its not like I'm in love with him or anything." She crossed her arms. "Is it wrong to want a little romance, though? I always imagined my first time with someone I was special to, with someone who was special to me."
"So you're not in love with him, but you want to be?"
"No!" She waved her hands. "Do not tell him that, under no circumstances tell him that!"
Luna giggled, and Rogue realized she'd just been teasing. It was easy for Luna to wind her up, because it was hard to tell when she was being serious and when she wasn't. "No, no I get it, Rogue. You want it to be special."
"Well, yeah." She admitted.
"I'll see if I can send some nargles your way, then."
Wait, what?
-----
"I know that look." Hermione jerked her head up at Harry, and he smiled down at her fondly. He'd found her in the library, of course. Her table was scattered with books and sheets of paper with her notes- not written in the neat penmanship she used in essays, but the scrawl she reverted to when she was completely engrossed in something.
"What look?"
"You have an idea, but you don't like it."
Hermione sighed. "Well spotted." He looked at her expectantly, and she huffed. "You'll have it out of me eventually."
"Well, I'm all ears."
"How's your scar doing?"
Harry grimaced. "You remember that?"
"Do you know how much time I spent stressing about your scar, Harry?" Hermione said. "Of course I remember. And I remember you walking to your death because of that damned horcrux."
He didn't know what to say to that, so instead he answered her earlier question. "Its been oddly quiet, since that night."
"But it's still…"
"The connection is still there." Harry said.
"Good." Hermione nodded, and Harry nearly did a double take.
"Good? You- Hermione Granger-"
"I know, I know." Hermione grumbled.
"-who was always on my arse about learning Occlumency. Who always warned me about trusting the visions. You want me to use the connection to Riddle?"
"But think about it! Because I certainly have." Hermione spat out. "Whatever he did to Hogwarts, he must have used the Soul Stone. So a soul connection might be the only way to get through."
"That makes sense." Harry agreed. "But if that's the case, why is he leaving the Horcrux intact?"
"That's what worries me. What if he wants you to come?" She stood up, her eyes tight with worry. "What if it's a trap? Just like… just like with Sirius?" Harry winced.
"What other option do we have?" He asked.
"Nothing, as far as I can tell. You might be the only one who can get into Hogwarts. You'd be alone with… him and whatever he's done to the place."
"It might be a trap. But maybe he's underestimating me. It wouldn't be the first time, right?"
"That's true." Hermione tried for the faintest smile. "He's never been able to account for the Potter luck. I just… worry about you."
Harry smiled back. "I know. And while it always drove me barmy when we were younger, I appreciate it now that I'm older and wiser." After being separated from her- from all his friends- he'd never take them for granted again. All those things he'd once found odd or annoying were now just... part of them.
"I'm going to keep looking for something." She promised him.
"I know."
"And if you pull some stunt that gets you killed-" She threatened.
"You'll have to wait in line, I expect." He scratched the back of his head. "But duly noted."
-----
"I'm dying!" Lily whined piteously, as she flopped into a chair melodramatically. The training was beyond exhausting. Peggy ran them into the ground, but that was almost preferable than an hour of combat training with her own mother. On top of that, her dad had upped the magic lessons, adding Neville an extra slot each week with Neville, who was every bit as 'disciplined' as Peggy.
Her mom was not sympathetic. "You wanted this, remember?" She said.
"I regret everything." She groaned. "Can't you ground me instead?"
"I could do that." Her mom said. "But then you wouldn't be allowed to go out and fight. Which is it?"
She turned over and groaned loudly into the upholstery.
"What was that?"
"Of course I'm going to fight." She muttered. "I don't have the luxury of hiding in my room like a little girl. We never had that."
Her mom was silent for a minute, and Lily looked up at her. Her eyes were sad. "I know, Lils." She said softly. "Things will be different, once this is over."
Lily hadn't thought much about what life would be like after 'this'. She wasn't even sure what winning would look like, let alone what came after. Did her mom even know? "And we'll all be together?" She asked.
Her mom hugged her. "We will be, or we'll die trying."
Something settled in Lily's gut, like she'd swallowed a large stone. Her mom's words of comfort… weren't exactly comforting.
-----
Of all of Harry's partners, it was Daisy who surprised Carol the most. Even though, by her own account, Daisy Johnson was one of the newer additions to the team, she took no shit. She was completely comfortable taking control of a situation and was full of snark to boot.
The moment Daisy Johnson was in private with Harry, however, she readily melted into 'Skye'. Carol had never seen someone so confident become so submissive. Seeing Harry and Skye in private renovated her understanding of their relationship. His words held absolute weight with her. Carol could see now that while Natasha, Wanda, and Shuri all had their own priorities, Daisy Johnson acted as almost an avatar of Harry's will- his right hand. Now that she was 'in' Carol got to see Harry talk with Skye and the others about their plans and priorities- where they should go for recovery operations, which leads they should trust. Then, at a general meeting the next day, Daisy Johnson would ruthlessly advocate for this position, often getting her way without Harry lifting a finger.
Now, Carol was learning that when it came to sex, Skye turned to putty. Carol had just stumbled on them in the act. That in itself wasn't surprising, and none of Harry's partners made a big deal of walking in on each other. Skye was giving Harry a blowjob, though the term didn't come close to capturing the scene. 'Worship' was the only word Carol could find to describe the way she treated his cock. Judging by how their clothes were cast around the room, they'd already gone several rounds. Carol would learn that the longer their sex lasted, the more Skye would get into the submissive headspace, which would explain how jarring the scene was for her.
Harry sat with his legs spread, his shaft jutting up proudly into the air. Skye looked so small, on her knees before him. She was doe-eyed as she stared up at him, so eager to please, and please she did. Her mouth paid homage to his shaft, licking, kissing, swallowing, sucking, and humming around his sex. Harry moaned and cast out half-formed compliments- "Such a good girl." "Such a perfect little mouth." "So good around my cock.". These only spurred her on. The humming sound, which Carol realized was Skye's mouth vibrating, intensified, and Skye began bobbing her head along Harry's length in earnest.
Harry's moans pitched up, and for a moment she thought that he was cumming. But then he dragged her head back up his shaft. Skye whined and fought against his pull. Her lips clung to his cockhead, reluctantly releasing it with a pop. Skye's efforts weren't for nothing, as Harry's shaft throbbed visibly, releasing a trickle of precum that ran along the front. All three occupants of the room moaned.
"No!" Skye whined, trying to tilt her head forward. "You were close, why would you stop?"
"Maybe I just want to hear you beg for it, Skye." Harry purred. Carol hadn't heard him talk like that, with his voice so rich and masculine, yet also full of affection. Something in her trembled.
"Please, daddy!" Skye whimpered unashamedly. "Please let me suck your cock? Please? Please." He stroked her hair while she spoke. "I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want. Please, I'm yours, daddy."
Carol never would have imagined those words coming out of Daisy Johnson's mouth, let alone said with such desperate sincerity. Harry, meanwhile, seemed so natural in this position. He guided and commanded Skye without a hint of doubt, like he knew the hold he had over her. He looked powerful, every bit the man who defeated Dark Lords, commanded armies, and had the most powerful women in the world wrapped around his cock. It was the same Harry that had held her suspended in the air, watching patiently as she drove herself mad trying to break free. Except with Skye, he was willing to push further. Carol and Harry had had sex since then, but he'd been sweet and generous, never deliberately pushing things in that direction. As lovely as it was, nothing he'd done had gotten her going as much as when he'd first overpowered her, not until now.
As appealing as Skye's position was, Carol wanted more than that. She didn't want to just submit, she wanted him to earn it, to overpower her and prove his dominance. She let out an involuntary moan. Harry's eyes flickered to her momentarily, before he refocused on Skye. "Go ahead, Skye." He cooed, placing his cockhead to her lips. She readily swallowed him, picking up right where she left off.
Carol watched the conclusion of their lovemaking. Carol's eyes were locked on where Skye's lips met his cock, struck by how his shaft throbbed with his climax, and Skye swallowed each pulse dutifully- more than dutifully. Skye had begged for this, and while it seemed a little ridiculous for someone to beg to suck a dick, Carol could see some logic in it. Any sort of sexual access to Harry wasn't easy to come by. He had many demands on his schedule (as, frankly, they all did), to the point where Nat and Ginny worried that he wasn't getting enough sleep. Even when he was free, well, there was a lot of competition.
Carol admired how Harry and the women around him managed it. They didn't fight over him, at least not seriously. It helped that so many of them were also involved with each other, and it also helped that Harry had incredible stamina, both sexually and otherwise. Nevertheless, finding the time wasn't easy. Sometimes Ginny would teasingly 'congratulate' anyone who'd just gotten laid, and while it was a joke, there was a kernel of truth in it.
Despite her best efforts, some of Harry's seed dribbled out of Skye's mouth. To complete the picture, Harry freed himself and let the last droplets of his climax splatter onto her face. "You can cum now." He said, his voice low and breathless. Skye obeyed, reaching down for her clit and cumming instantly. She fell apart, and Harry gathered her into his arms, cradling her against his chest.
The thing about this situation was, despite the difficulties, Carol could see why they all did it. There was something special here, and most of it was because of the man at the center of it all. Carol hadn't met another who could have pulled it off- who had the desire and the will to make it happen, but also the humility and sense of duty to not let it consume him, who could inspire respect and trust in so many people, but also capable of sexually enthralling woman after woman. Before having sex with him, Carol hadn't been sure what exactly she'd wanted. She'd known she wanted him, but long term… was it just a fling? Was it forever?
Now she knew, or she knew part of the answer at least. She was certain that if she gave in to this fantasy and let Harry dominate her that there'd be no going back, that no one else would ever be able to compete, and that she'd make those compromises to remain in Harry's life. It was overwhelming, almost scary, and it made her hesitate.
Harry looked up at her, holding a now sleeping Skye against his chest. "Well." He said softly. "Enjoy the show?" Despite the fact that he was naked and she was fully clothed, she felt stripped bare by his eyes. Did he know how soaked her panties were? Could he see her aroused nipples poking against her shirt? Surely it was obvious.
"Uh, uh." She muttered nonsensically. "I've got to go." And that was how Carol once again found herself retreating from Harry's room, aroused out of her mind. At least this time, Wanda wasn't there to taunt her.