Harry woke up in a very comfortable bed, his eyes pleasantly shaded from the light. In particular, his pillow was excellent.
When he cracked his eyes open, he saw what was protecting them from any overly bright rays— two bountiful protruding breasts. The pillow he'd been praising turned out to be none other than Ultear's lap. She had shed her thigh-high boots to leave only the fishnets underneath, her warm and gooey legs embracing the back of Harry's head. When she saw his eyes open, she smiled down at him. She had to lean forward just to see past her own breasts.
"Awake, are we? That was faster than I expected," Ultear said.
Harry took a second more to enjoy the feeling of her lap before sitting up. Ultear didn't comment, though she smirked. As he looked around, he noticed they were in a very nice bedroom in what seemed to be a hilltop home, given its windows looked over the whole of Magnolia Town. "Where are we?"
"Team Crime Sorciere's new base of operations," Ultear said.
"Team?"
"Of course. That's how guilds work," Ultear said. "Within them, teams form to handle dangerous missions with a higher chance of success. Now that we've formally joined Fairy Tail, we're nothing more than one team within the guild."
Harry processed that. It came rushing back, his narrow victory over Jellal and the strategies that went into achieving it. He winced slightly, touching his stomach where the most pronounced aches were left over. He'd taken a beating, even if he got the win in the end. If they had to fight again… He wasn't sure about his chances. He'd need new tricks; Jellal wasn't likely to stand around and get hit with another Enfeeblement Hex.
"What is that look? You hardly cut the figure of the victor," Ultear said. "Don't you think you ought to celebrate? It's not every day you defeat a former Wizard Saint."
"Wizard Saint… The Fairy Tail mages mentioned that title. What is it?"
Ultear folded her hands in her lap, right where Harry's head had been. "You are new to Ishgar if you haven't heard of them. The Ten Wizard Saints are the strongest mages in any legal guild. Well, that's what the council claims. Behavior and reputation play a role in who receives the title, not just skill with magic. All the same, any Wizard Saint is sure to be a powerhouse."
"And Jellal is a member?" Harry asked.
"He was… Before he tricked the Magic Council into firing their ultimate weapon in an attempt to resurrect Zeref. Ah— That was at least half my fault. I helped him, you see, and it was I who first planted the idea in his head."
This time, the voice didn't scream at Harry about his duty just from hearing Zeref's name. Being reminded of his target made him curious, and he pondered asking Ultear to describe the Black Wizard. Before he could, Ultear addressed him.
"Your magic was powerful," she said. "No, perhaps that's the wrong way to describe it. It's versatile. You're impossible to pin down with that teleportation trick, you were able to bind my body with a swish of that wood you always carry, and you managed to block Jellal's blows. That isn't a mean feat. I cannot, for the life of me, guess what kind of magic it could be."
It was a hard question for Harry to answer. Just like Ultear was struggling to define what he could do, Harry's magic was one means to a million ends, with spells for all kinds of situations. It was just magic to him, as simple as that.
"I don't have a name for it," Harry admitted. "Where I come from, everyone uses magic like I do. Not everyone is equally skilled, I'm definitely better than average." Honestly, that was underselling it; if the Wizarding World had positions like the Wizard Saints, Harry would've been first on the list. "We use our wands to cast spells, each of which does something different."
"Wand magic, then." Ultear sounded intrigued. "Are you from Edolas?"
"Is that a country?"
"No, I suppose you aren't," Ultear said. "Your magic is different, if it only needs one tool to achieve so many purposes. Can you cast magic without your wand?"
"A little. Most people can't, but I can manage a few tricks."
Ultear smiled. "Aren't you resourceful."
Harry shrugged. Ultear had gotten rid of her cape. That left her in the blue leotard and fishnets she'd worn with it, plus the white ribbon tied in her hair. Her leotard was tight enough for a cameltoe to form, although it was slight. Ultear caught him looking.
"See something pleasant on the eyes?" Ultear asked.
"A few things," Harry said. Since he hadn't been told to stop, he kept looking. He wasn't the kind to blush or apologize when it was so obvious that Ultear didn't mind.
Ultear took her hands out of her lap. She leaned back slightly, rising up on her knees, and spread her legs at the same time. Her tights strained to contain her thighs. She ran a hand up her inner thigh, her fingers even climbing the cameltoe that Harry had been eyeing.
"Perhaps you'd like to see more, master?"
Ultear laughed at the way Harry jumped, not having expected her manner of address. "What's the matter? You are my master. I'm a mark-bearing member of Fairy Tail now. Would it make you feel better to see it?"
Ultear unzipped her top. Harry had noticed the Earthland had more buxom women than back home. In general, it was full of beauties that could compete with veela, and Ultear was no exception. Her breasts were like balloons, they were so large and perky. There was a distinct jiggle and Ultear unzipped the front of her top down to her bellybutton. Her breasts popped out, merely a low-cut lacey black bar garbing them.
On the right one, slightly above where her nipple would be, Harry saw a black Fairy Tail guild mark, identical in shape to the one Laki stamped onto his balls.
"Interesting placement," Harry said.
"Won't you show me yours, after all the fuss it's caused?" Ultear asked. "That only seems fair."
Harry rolled his shoulders and flexed his core, testing his condition. He didn't seem to have anything sprained or broken, just some bad bruises, which was honestly a miracle after the fight he'd been through. He'd even been washed in his sleep to clean off his skin. Harry wondered if Laki had done that, or perhaps Ultear herself.
Completing his self-inspection and feeling satisfied with what he found, Harry moved past Ultear, resting his back against the bed's headboard. It was made of sturdy wood, something Harry suspected was going to come in handy.
Ultear put her hand on his chest and helped him lean back. She chose to deal with his pants herself, leaning down on her knees and elbows. Harry could see more than her guild mark at this angle. Each tug she gave his pants to undo the button and unzip zipper down felt like it gave a static shock to Harry's lower body. Ultear wiggled her hips side to side, very slightly, as she worked her way through his clothes.
She pulled his pants down first, removing them all the way to his knees. Once at his boxers, Ultear's eyes took on a mischievous glint. She bit the fabric.
Pinching the material between her top and bottom front teeth, Ultear used her mouth to pull them down. She stretched her back to do it, lowering her head while raising her hips further, leaving her in a position somewhere between child's pose and downward dog. Harry's underwear started stretching before Ultear had managed to remove it as something grew inside. When the waistband popped loose, Ultear succeeding in dragging the boxers down, a fully-formed erection burst out, striking her forehead.
Instead of flinching, Ultear embraced the contact, leaning forward and rubbing the right side of her face along the underside of Harry's manhood.
"Checking my guild mark, I see," Harry said in a dry, but eager, tone.
"I'm just taking a close look." Ultear slid her face down his dick to his scrotum and pulled her head back, though only a couple of inches. "Looks real." She ran her tongue along his balls. "Tastes real."
"Have you tasted many Fairy Tail guild marks?"
"I could have tasted Laki's," Ultear said. "We were on our own for quite a while. She had to remove her top… Maybe I took mine off in solidarity. Perhaps we liked what we saw… Even went in for a taste. Go on, Harry." She ran deft fingers along the side of his manhood. "Picture it. Do you like what you see?"
An image filled his mind, Laki topless in just her shirt and glasses with her head turned to the side, embarrassed, while Ultear's limbs wrapped around her from behind. Ultear was cupping Laki's breasts while her own pressed into Laki's back— bare, because Ultear's leotard had been unzipped and hung loose around her hips. Ultear was smirking, feeding off of Laki's embarrassment, as she ran her tongue up the side of Laki's neck.
Harry's cock stiffened, a tiny dollop of precum appearing at the slit.
Ultear giggled. "It seems like you do. Shall I take care of this for you, master? It would only take one word from you. I lost our bet, didn't I? It would only be fair."
"Suck it," Harry said.
Ultear didn't think twice. She opened her mouth, stretched her lips, and sank her head onto his shaft. She went halfway down, to the point where he hit her throat, before starting over. The next attempt took three quarters of his cock. Ultear's progress slowed from there, but she was going more than deep enough for Harry to moan. She was better at this than Laki had been.
Ultear ran her tongue along her veins while she was throating him. There were no tears. She fixed Harry with a hooded gaze while she bobbed her head up and down.
"Merlin… Your mouth is magic," Harry moaned, running a hand along the side of Ultear's glossy black hair.
She rolled her eyes to display her displeasure at his pun, then dove deeper, her lips brushing the ends of Harry's pubic hair. Whenever her head went low, her ass was raised higher. Her leotard had sunk into the crack between her cheeks, displaying the shape of what was underneath in elucidating detail. Harry couldn't resist putting his hand on the crown of Ultear's head.
She stopped moving, looking directly at him. Slowly, Ultear reached out, grabbing Harry's other hand, which she placed on her jaw. Harry found himself holding both the top and bottom of her head. Ultear looked directly at him, the invitation clear. Harry accepted it. A moment later, he'd pushed her down until her nose flattened against his core.
The noise that escaped Ultear was wet in the best kind of way. Harry was slightly worried that he'd gone too hard, although fighting Ultear had taught him just how tough the woman was. When Ultear remained stationary, her eyes shut, Harry started to let go of her.
Ultear grabbed his hands, stopping them from moving. She cracked her eyes open. Keep going.
Harry obliged.
He pushed Ultear up to his tip, then shoved her back down. The sounds were delightful. Ultear seemed to enjoy them, too, because she started moving her hips, grinding even though there was nothing for her to grind on.
Harry's cock was taking on a stunning polish as Ultear's spit was worked onto it, making each individual vein stand out. She tightened her lips for him every time Harry moved her head down. Harry moaned. He should have asked how long he had been unconscious for, because his balls felt laden with more than one day's worth of cum.
Ultear's neck stretched when she was pushed down. She was still yet to shed a tear, no matter how thoroughly her esophagus was used. Her teeth never nicked him, either, serving him as well as Harry could ever ask for. This might just have been the best bet he'd ever won, even better than the time Gabrielle Delacour and her Beauxbatons friends challenged him to a game of strip poker.
When Harry's first load escaped inside of Ultear, her only response was to close her eyes and swallow.
"Mmmm," Ultear said, lifting her head as Harry's grip loosened. He'd released a large load, but you couldn't see a single drop of it when Ultear opened her mouth.
"A taste I've missed," Ultear said. "Especially sweet, in this instance."
"I take it it's been a long time for you?" Harry asked.
Ultear laughed.
"It's hard to find time for recreation when you're a wanted criminal," she said. "Something your spell will fix, I suppose. Who knows, master? I might just have far more fun in my near future."
One of the orbs that belonged to her magic appeared in her palm. Using it, Ultear made her clothes fall apart into their basic components. She did the same thing to what Harry was wearing, letting the threads fall away from their forms, leaving them naked.
"I was borrowing that outfit," Harry said.
Ultear crawled into his lap, straddling him and — for now — leaving her pussy resting against his cock, un-inserted. "Nothing I can't rectify. My Arc of Time can control the state of anything bar people and animals. As easily as I put clothes into this state, I can fix them."
The orb, which hadn't disappeared but was floating behind Ultear, glowed. The pile of threads she slipped out of repaired themselves into the leotard and tights she'd been wearing, now laying loose on the bed instead of clinging to her curves. Deciding that was enough of an explanation, Harry put his hands on her hips.
"Useful," Harry said. "But that's enough talking."
"Your wish is my command, master," Ultear said. She lifted her body, perching her pussy atop his tip. "Only for today of course… Depending on how much fun this proves to be."
Like that, Ultear jolted her hips down, allowing Harry's penis to pierce her and strike deep in her folds. She was tight, and very wet from the start. Harry had been right— he wasn't the only one who'd enjoyed the blowjob.
"Mmmm! Ultear hummed loudly. "Yes… Yes, I could get used to this!"
Harry slid his hands around her body, moving them from her hips to her ass. Before he grabbed on, the sound of it clapping against his thighs was audible. After he gripped it, his fingers sinking deep in the soft flesh, the sound was halted, but the sensation was more than worth the trade off. He squeezed until he had fistfuls of Ultear.
"Do you like my body?" Ultear leaned her head to the side, her hair hanging over her shoulder. "You can touch it however you want. Please, help yourself."
Her voice was husky by the end, urging Harry to go for it. He ducked his head directly into her breasts and bit down. Ultear's moans picked up in intensity while her breasts were marked, from top to bottom, with splotchy purple patches like those she'd witnessed on Laki. As Harry's assault continued, he expanded the area he was going after to include her neck and collarbones. Without warning, Harry flipped them over.
Ultear was placed on her knees, supporting herself against the headboard. Harry got behind her, still holding her ass, and thrust into her from behind. The first time he went in, Ultear's head whipped back, followed by a sharp moan.
"Deep!" she exclaimed.
Harry's already gifted manhood was helped by the position, striking her a great distance past her entrance. Ultear's back flexed. Her hands slid down the headboard and grabbed the sheets, twisting them where she touched. Harry still held her ass, gripping it and pulling her body back to meet his own. The claps that Ultear generated on her own while riding him were back, and redoubled, despite the tight grip Harry maintained on her cheeks.
When he felt the urge, Harry grabbed one of Ultear's forearms, pinning that arm to her lower back. By pulling it, he turned her face, making her look at him. There were practically hearts in her eyes she looked so excited. While holding her arm, Harry noticed a pink heart on her wrist that he hadn't seen before. He groaned a second later as Ultear climaxed.
Her slippery insides did their best to crush him, squeezing for all they were worth. His next few thrusts were so tight that you could hear them squelching into her. When the moment of tightness lessened, Harry knew that it had already tilted him over the edge.
He flipped Ultear again, this time while leaving himself on top, fucking her from above. Ultear could somehow tell how close Harry was. She smirked at him, panting slightly. Her features were practically made for such an erotically smug expression.
"Please give it to me, master!" Ultear said.
"You're so kinky," Harry grunted. "And it works, because Merlin you're hot!"
He dragged his cock from her depths just seconds before his orgasm arrived. Instead of finishing inside, Harry did it across her chest. Ultear's big, bouncy breasts were treated to a white shower, landing across pink marks Harry had already left across her skin. Ultear smiled, looking admiringly at Harry's work.
They were far from done, that was for sure, but Harry took the brief pause to ask a question that had stuck with him. "Where did that tattoo come from?"
Harry thought he heard a distant squeak. Before he could say as much, Ultear lifted her arm, showing off the pink heart on her wrist, with a matching pink line like a bracelet.
"This?" she asked. "It's just a gift from our spectator."
"...Spectator?"
Harry's peripherals caught movement. The orb Ultear had conjured earlier remained in effect this whole time. Now, it whizzed to the door, moving with extreme speed. Harry heard it hit something. Strangely, when he heard the sound, Ultear winced slightly, touching her side. At the same time, a pink-haired young woman fell through the door. The orb appeared above her, revealing what had knocked her into view.
Meredy looked up. Her red dress was skewed because it had been pushed up, while her panties had been dragged down, loose around her ankles. Meredy stared at the pair on the bed, her eyes gradually widening while a blush spread. This was a pink band around her wrist identity to the one on Ultear.
Speaking of Ultear, she sat up, apparently unbothered by showing the younger woman her cum-glazed breasts. She didn't even make an attempt to cover them.
"Hello, Meredy," Ultear said. "Did something catch your eye?"
Meredy's blush only got worse.