"He will see you now."
Hecate appeared from the entrance to the attic just seconds after I got my clothes back on. Tonks was still pulling her shirt down. She went bright red, but Hecate didn't look at her. She might not have noticed one of her legacies was even in the room.
"Did you set everything up?" I asked.
"I instructed Dumbledore to take you into his school," Hecate said. "He, however, has insisted on a personal interview before he agrees. Go, and convince him of your worth."
"Can you at least wish me luck?"
"Consider this the first step in the task I recruited you for. A failure so early would be most disappointing."
Hecate turned and left. For good, too. I heard the pop of that teleportation trick she kept pulling.
"Did she just Apparate inside Grimmauld Place?" Tonks asked. "No, before that. Isn't she supposed to be your guardian? And she left, just like that?"
"It's something like a guardian," I clarified. "She's not my mom. She just hired me."
For some reason, Tonks blushed. "Hired you?
"She had something she wanted, and it's my job to give it to her," I said, shrugging.
Tonks blushed harder.
"Are you… Are you a male prostitute?"
I choked on my own spit, feeling like I was drowning despite my parentage.
"No!" I said. "She didn't need something like that. Where'd you even get that idea?"
"Well you kept talking vaguely, and you were better than any guy I've ever been with, to the point that I actually thought about thanking Phineas—" She was rambling, and it only made her blush worse. "Sorry, okay? It was just a question." She paused. "But if that's not it, what are you supposed to be doing?"
"Killing Voldemort, I think."
Thump!
Tonks was shocked that she tripped over a box, falling flat on her face.
O-O-O
I helped Tonks up after that, having to weather a lot of choice words about my sanity. She followed me all the way to Dumbledore's office trying to explain how scary this Voldemort dude was. He'd definitely done a lot, from the sound of it… but I'd faced down Primordials. As strong as he was, when it came to pure freeze-in-your-boots fear-factor, no mortal could compare to that.
"He's got pale white skin and these nasty red eyes, with a head like a snake—"
"You mean he's bald?"
"Yes! He barely looks human—"
Tonks caught me snickering at the idea of their supervillain having hair loss and smacked my shoulder. I didn't really feel it, but I acted like I did to keep from hurting her feelings.
"You'll see," she said. "The Death Eaters are terrifying. You can't underestimate them, alright!"
"Got it," I promised, holding up my hands as a plea for peace. I got where she was coming from. In her mind, I asked her what a wand was an hour ago and now I was talking about fighting their greatest ever criminal. Hecate said they didn't know much about the wider world. Tonks probably thought I was helpless.
She positioned herself outside the door to Dumbledore's office while I stepped inside. I was calling it an office just because I didn't know what to expect, but honestly, that wasn't right at all. I think it was a spare bedroom. The old headmaster was sitting on the bed, lost in thought when I arrived. He waved me over to a nearby chair. I sat down after giving it a dubious look. The leather was colored suspiciously like dried blood, but man, was it comfortable.
"You're Percy, correct?"
The Headmaster had a calming voice. It reminded me of talking to Chiron, where you could hear the experience in every word they said. Dumbledore wasn't as old as the ancient centaur, but that didn't mean he hadn't seen things.
"That's right… sir? What am I supposed to call you?"
"Albus is fine. Or Dumbledore, if that seems too forward. Since Grandmother brought you, I see no reason to involve any of my titles. They mean nothing to her, and I doubt they matter to an acquaintance of hers, either."
His voice sounded a bit conflicted when he talked about Hecate. I noticed earlier, but he clearly had a strange relationship with the goddess of magic. I decided to call him Dumbledore. It felt more fitting than his first name, given that he looked like such a grandpa.
"You wanted to interview me before you made a decision, right? That's what Hecate said."
Dumbledore chuckled, shifting his hands into his lap. One he placed on his knee, but the other he kept shrouded in his sleeve. "The word interview makes it sound more threatening than I intended. I was thinking of this as a chat. It's as magic as any spell how much a conversation can tell you about someone."
"Is it a teacher thing to drop random wisdom nuggets?" I blurted without thinking.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "An old habit of mine to be certain, but I doubt I can blame my profession. More than likely, it's just an old man's idle habit."
That might explain why Chiron did it too. He was definitely old enough.
"What did you want to talk about?" I asked, realizing I'd already derailed our conversation.
"I know why Grandmother would wish to help us, but why are you here, Percy?" Dumbledore asked. "Is she offering a reward of some kind? Is it purely charitable? Don't take an old man's musings to imply a right answer. I'm merely curious."
I hoped he didn't expect anything too deep.
"This is how I've been living," I said with a shrug. "I take odd jobs for all kinds of beings. It helps a lot of people. I kept being called a hero, so I guess I thought, why not live like one? Sometimes I even get a fuzzy feeling right here." I thumped my hand against my chest.
Dumbledore, however, peered at me.
"Is that truly all?" he asked.
"...It's been getting too easy," I admitted.
"Easy?" Dumbledore leaned back. "Explain that one, if you would."
I needed a minute to collect my thoughts. It was something I had thought about, but never put into words for someone else.
"I've been living in a crazy world since I was young. Like, really young. At first, everything was larger than life. Monsters after my head before I was in high school. World-ending threats that I had to tackle myself, because if I didn't, no one else would."
Dumbledore didn't call bullshit or even look skeptical. "Go on," he urged.
"At some point, the threats got smaller, and I got better. I'm not complaining that the world isn't hanging in the balance every year like it was for a while. I just… want the rush of really being pushed again."
The skepticism that had been missing appeared in Dumbledore's eyes. "You want to be placed in danger?"
"Doesn't danger show that what I'm doing means something? If every monster I kill goes down too easily, they can't have been that important in the first place."
Dumbledore stared at me. I got the feeling he saw right through me, down to things even I wasn't completely aware of. But he let whatever he saw drop, which I was grateful for.
"You remind me of Harry a great deal," he said.
"Maybe we're long-lost family," I half-joked. "It wouldn't be the first time that happened. Does he know both his parents?"
"He knows neither, but I knew both," Dumbledore said. "They were killed wonderful before they met early demises."
I bit my tongue inside my big mouth. "Sorry."
"Don't apologize to me," Dumbledore said. "It was a long time ago. James — Harry's father — would have laughed at such a joke once he understood it. They were good people. It was inevitable that they would clash with Voldemort, given their personalities. How much did Grandmother tell you of their story?"
"That the fates marked Harry and Voldemort to oppose each other. And that it wasn't a fair fight."
"Fights seldom are," Dumbledore admitted. "However, it was a bit more complicated than that."
He explained the story of the Potters. Voldemort swept in, killed the parents, and should have killed the baby. Yet his own magic bounced back, a mother's sacrifice killing him on the spot. It was a much happier story than the myths I was used to hearing… Other than the fact that Voldemort came back.
"Did he take the Doors of Death?" I wondered out loud.
Dumbledore looked curious. "What might those be?"
"An exit out of the Underworld. It was forced open when it shouldn't have been a few years ago, so all kinds of souls got out. Before that, Thanatos was chained too, that could have done it."
"Fascinating!" Dumbledore said. "In this case, I doubt Voldemort used those methods. He has found a way of anchoring his body to our world. When his heart ceases to beat, his soul lingers as a shade. From there, he can be resurrected."
"Magic can do that?" I asked incredulously.
"Dark magic," Dumbledore said. "Foul spells with costs as great— nay, greater than whatever power they promise."
I wondered if he was going to explain any more, but instead, he pivoted the conversation abruptly.
"Harry has not had an easy life," Dumbledore said. "That is a regret of mine. One of many, but perhaps among the most pronounced among a long list. Because of this, he values his friends greatly, and holds tight to anything that resembles family. If you intend to protect him, you'll have to win his trust."
"If you really regret what his life has been like, you should try to fix it," I said. "I mean, I won't pretend I understand the whole situation, but that would help a lot more talking about it."
"Wise words," Dumbledore said.
He smiled sadly, and my eyes locked onto the gesture. It was followed by a prolonged pause. Intuition made my eyes flicker down to the hand he'd been hiding in his sleeve. As we talked, the fingers had slid into view. They were black and smelled faintly of rotted flesh.
"You're not okay, are you?"
For the first time, Dumbledore looked truly shocked. Eventually, he began to laugh.
"Am I that bad at hiding it?" he asked. "Yes, I am… injured. The treatment was prompt and decisive, but I am not well."
"You're dying," I said.
I'd seen that look on demigods in the middle of battle. The ones who had been hurt, knew they were going down, but were determined to get one last stab in before they went. Again, Dumbledore could do nothing but laugh.
"Grandmother knows such interesting people!" he chortled. "You're absolutely right, Percy! I am not long for this world. That is why, before I finally go, I must not make any more mistakes. If you'll pardon a pretentious analogy, I believe I can explain it in the terms of chess. If I were any piece, I would most likely represent a Queen. I will last for… Oh, let's say five more turns, as I am in an optimistic mood. Before that time passes, I must set up a checkmate for my fellow pieces. Losing a Queen is a terrible blow, but the game only ends when the King is trapped."
Annabeth always liked chess.
"That's a lot of pressure," I said.
"It is, isn't it?" Dumbledore smiled, no longer hiding his ruined hand. "Nonetheless, I must rise to the challenge. My imminent departure is why I insisted upon this conversation. Under most circumstances, I would have trusted Grandmother's judgement. But I must take extra caution now, because I will not be around to clean up any messes I make."
"And now?" I asked. "After talking to me, do you trust me to protect Harry?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "But… I dearly hope so, with all of my heart. And if a dying man does not have hope, then what on earth is he left with?"
O-O-O
"There's no way that's up to code," I said.
I spent the night at Grimmauld Place. It was apparently the headquarters of Dumbledore's group, and Tonks insisted that they'd done wonders cleaning the place up. But it still felt like a haunted house at best and a vampire's lair at worst. I was glad when Dumbledore took me out after breakfast, teleporting us to the countryside.
The building in front of us looked like a squat one-story farmhouse… except it had a two-story farmhouse sprouting out of the back like a tale. Then, there was a three-story house attached to that, held up by nothing but the thinnest possible wooden supports. The paint was stripping and chipped by weather, but the garden out front was large and healthy. The entire building listed a little bit to the side, just enough to see it was at an angle.
Dumbledore chuckled. "Would you like to know how it works?"
"Oh, I'm not good with architecture terms—"
"Magic," Dumbledore said. He kept walking while I stopped, staring at his back with grudging respect.
"Well played, old man."
I hurried after him and caught up as he got to the door. He lifted his left hand, rapping it against the wood.
"Come in!" called a woman's voice.
Dumbledore opened the way for us, leading me into a combined kitchen and dining room with one of the longest tables I'd ever seen. Every one of its ten chairs were mismatched with each other. Books were stacked on the kitchen counter, but my dyslexia made the titles unreadable. It was the same with the weird clock on the wall that had way too many hands. A man was sitting at the table reading a newspaper while a woman bustled around the kitchen. They both had different shades of red hair.
"Albus!" The man stood up quickly when he saw them. "What brings you here?"
Although he sounded happy to see Dumbledore, I couldn't help noticing the way his eyes crinkled with apprehension. He was worried, I realized— right up until Dumbledore said, "There haven't been any attacks, Arthur. Something came up unexpectedly, that's all."
The red-haired man, Arthur, relaxed. The woman flicked her wand and the knife she'd been using to dice vegetables kept chopping without her hands on it. She walked over to Arthur, leaning against him and letting him wrap his arm around her.
"It's always an honor to have you here, Albus," she said. Her eyes fell on me. "And who is this?"
"I'm Percy, Ma'am," I said. This was where Harry was staying, so it was important to make a good impression. "I'm supposed to be transferring into Hogwarts this year."
"Transferring?" Arthur said with interest. "From Ilvermorny?"
"That's right," Dumbledore said. "Percy is related to an old acquaintance of mine. They brought him to Britain for a year with the understanding that I would look after him. I have no intention of betraying that trust, but living with an old man is no way for a boy to live. I believe it would make far more sense for him to stay here. He will be in the same year as Harry and the others, and making a few friends before getting to Hogwarts could be just what he needs."
"Of course he can stay!" said the woman. She turned her attention to me. "I'm Molly Weasley. You can just call me Mrs. Weasley. That's what Harry and Hermione always use."
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Weasley," I said.
She beamed. "This is my husband, Arthur. The kids are outside right now, playing by the creek. Why don't you go and greet them?"
She had me at the word creek. "I'll do that, Mrs. Weasley."
On my way to the door, I heard Arthur Weasely ask, "How do you know him, Albus?"
I could tell that Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling even without being able to see his face.
"We're related!" he said. "Distantly, of course."
Once outside, I skirted the edge of the garden. Something small and brown ran in front of my foot, with a head like a potato, and dove into a bush, its tiny feet disappearing. I stared at the last place I saw it for a few seconds, then kept walking. It was probably harmless.
I followed the sixth sense that always led me to water, walking through a nice little forest until I reached a burbling stream. There, in the shade of a big old oak tree, five teens about my age were hanging around.
Two of them were clearly Weasley kids with their bright red hair. The boy was lanky, while the girl was short and cute, a sharp glimmer in her brown eyes. Next to them was a girl with brown hair, hugging her knees to her chest as she sat on a low branch. A blond girl leaned over the creek, running her fingers through the water and staring at her reflection. Finally, the only one who was standing up, Harry Potter paced back and forth, the spitting image of the photo Hecate showed me. I caught him in the middle of a rant.
"—got Madame Bones easily, didn't they? They're all over the country, taking people, and I can't do anything—"
"Harry," said the girl with brown hair.
"C'mon, Hermione, let me get it off my chest—"
"Harry," Hermione said.
Finally, Harry noticed what the others had noticed before him: me, standing there with my hands in my pockets.
"Hey," I said, sounding pretty lame for a five-time savior of the world. "How's it going?"
They all looked at me. Well, all of them except the blond girl, who was smiling as she played in the stream. I was the new kid on the block, the stranger stumbling into a room of friends, just like I had been at every new boarding school I transferred to.
"Who are you?" asked the redheaded guy.
"Percy," I said.
He made a face like he tasted something sour. "That's my brother's name."
"Well, it's mine too, so tell him not to be greedy and share."
His sister laughed.
"I'm Ginny," she said. "This one's Ron." She patted her brother on the shoulder. "That's Hermione, over there is Luna, and this is Harry."
Ron was still giving me a suspicious look, and Harry's expression was guarded, probably because I'd caught him talking about something he didn't want overheard. Hermione gave me a smile at least. Luna actually looked over, and I saw she had a cute face that reminded me of a nymph's. Other than, y'know, her skin not being green.
"You've got so many Humdingers on your shoulders," she remarked.
"Sorry?" I said, unsure what I was apologizing for.
Luna giggled. "That's not a bad thing."
"Oh. Then… thank you?"
It wasn't a big change, but I noticed Harry relax slightly, actually giving me a little smile of his own. Dumbledore's words came back to me about how much he valued his friends.
"What brings you here, Percy?" Hermione asked politely.
"I'm supposed to stay here. Dumbledore brought me."
Dumbledore's name made them relax even further, although there was still some tension with me around. I gave them the same story Dumbledore used on the older Weasleys— that I was a transfer student from the US he was looking out for. By the time I finished they weren't outright wary of me, but it was still clear that I was still an outsider. I decided to join Luna by the water.
When I sat down, she looked up at me. "Oh. It's nice to have a third."
"Third?" I asked.
"Luna's great at spotting special magical creatures," Ginny said. It wasn't hard to understand that she meant, Luna sees things that aren't there.
But when I looked into the water, a blue-skinned teenage girl looked back at me.
"A Naiad!" I said.
"This is a Gillygreen Gal," Luna informed me gravely. "Don't worry. It's an easy to easy mistake to make."
The Naiad scowled, yelling something at Luna that caused a stream of bubbles. Luna was unphased.
I looked back at the others. "Can't you see it?"
Harry wandered over, glancing at the water.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "That's amazing."
Ron nodded without getting up. Hermione shook her head with irritation.
They really can't see it, I realized.
The Naiad was dressed like a teenage mortal. I wasn't sure where Luna got green while coming up with that name, because the Naiad's skin was as blue as the water she swam in. Once she got over her irritation with becoming a Gillygreen Gal, the Naiad turned her attention to me. Her eyes widened, and she swam in an excited circle. Later, I mouthed to her when she tried to swim up to the surface. I was having a hard enough time befriending Harry without talking to something he couldn't see.
It was interesting. Apparently, Hecate's legacies could use the Mist to wield magic, but they couldn't see through it. Not completely, at least. Luna could. What made her different?
My eyes widened. Inside the stream, the Naiad had grabbed her shirt and lifted it off, revealing her perky blue breasts with dark purple nipples. She started to swim toward the surface again, and I used my powers to make her retreat.
Later! I mouthed again with more urgency. The Naiad's face fell, and she swam away, clutching her shirt in one hand. Luna giggled, not at all scandalized about being flashed by a nature spirit.
"What a pretty color they were!" Luna said.
Harry frowned. "But Luna, I thought there was only one… Gillygreen gal?"
"Of course there was! But I meant her br—"
"Dumbledore talked about you, Harry!" I said before Luna could go further.
Harry beamed. "He did? What did he say?"
"That you were brave and valued your friends." And that he regretted everything about how you had to grow up. "He called you a good kid."
"Is that it?" Harry looked disappointed.
"There might have been a few other things. But… yeah, that was pretty much it."
I wondered what he had been hoping for, because there was clearly something he wanted to hear. I just couldn't guess what it was, and lying could easily blow up in my face.
While we talked, Luna had stood up and begun jogging away along the edge of the stream. "Where are you going?" I asked.
She looked back, smiled, made a weird gesture with her hands that I didn't recognize, then skipped off among the trees.
"Thanks," Ginny said.
"For what?" I asked.
"Handling Luna like that. I know she can come off a little bit loony, but she's not really nuts. Just a little eccentric."
"Doesn't mean everyone has to pretend that she's onto something," Ron grumbled. "Humdingy-what-nows and what was it? Gillygroans? It's all mad."
"Luna's harmless," Harry said, although his voice didn't have the vehemence that Ginny had as she glared at her brother. "She came through for us last year, too. At You-Know-Where."
"I know that she's perfectly nice, but at some point, calling her out would be for her own good," Hermione said. "As long as it's done gently."
Ron snorted, and having had enough with him, Ginny gave his shoulder a punch. Ron rubbed it, glaring, but couldn't complain because at that point Luna suddenly returned.
Would you like to go walking?" she asked me. "I've found an absolutely ideal habitat for Gillygreen Gals, and waiting for one to show up is much more fun with company."
"Why not?" I said.
I stood up, joining her while she beamed. I muttered a quick "See you later." and followed airy blond. Wedging myself into a tight-knit group with relationships built up over years wasn't going to be easy, and honestly, it was best not to rush it. Out of everyone, Luna was the only one who genuinely didn't care about me popping up out of nowhere. Hanging out with her sounded like a decent chance to relax.
We walked for a lot longer than I expected. As we went, Luna answered my toughest questions, like where the green part of Gillygreen Gals was.
"Inside," she said with absolute confidence.
"Inside?" I repeated.
"Inside," she said.
Eventually we got to a wide point in the stream, large rocks forming a deep and mostly still pool. It actually did look like the kind of place a Naiad would adore. I kicked off my shoes and socks while Luna did the same. Sitting down on the shore, dipped my legs underwater beneath the knee, my pant legs rolled up.
Rustling clothes caught my attention. I looked back to find that Luna hadn't stopped at her socks. Her shirt was already on the ground, showing off a white bra that clung to her dainty breasts, while her hands were unbuttoning her pants. She pushed them down, standing there in just her underwear. Now, I'd seen plenty of girls wearing this little (and less) in the past, but Luna did it so suddenly and casually that I was briefly stunned.
She walked up to the edge of the pool and dove in with perfect form. As she jumped past me, I got a high-definition view of her panties stretching, the lips of her pussy peeking out around the sides while the bottom of her ass cheeks slid into sight. Luna hit the water, disappearing underneath.
She came up a moment later, spitting water from her mouth and giggling.
"I grew up just over that hill," she said, gesturing upstream with a dreamy smile. "I've played in this stream for years. They know me."
Sure enough, as she spoke, a Naiad appeared next to her underneath the water. It was the same one I'd seen before— at least I assumed it was, because the Naiad was topless, her bare breasts easily visible through the clear water. The Naiad grabbed Luna's hips, pulling her underwater, and Luna's giggles quickly turned to bubbles.
I watched the two of them wrestle and play tag, wondering if I would need to step in. Naiads weren't malicious, but they loved playing games and had a habit of forgetting that mortals couldn't breathe underwater. It was like dealing with a puppy— one that could drown you at any time in an inescapable current.
I was worried for nothing. Luna really did know this Naiad well, and vice versa. Every time the air in her lungs was about to give out, the Naida would 'happen' to lose her grip, and Luna would swim up to collect a big breath. Then, she'd dive back into the pool, chasing her Naiad friend around.
It was sweet to watch, so I tried really hard to ignore how tight my pants were getting. Luna's underwear was barely staying on, and the Naiad's breasts were completely out. When they grappled with each other, I watched those purple nipples press into Luna's back. When the blond kicked her legs to get free, I caught glimpses of wispy blond muff as her panties slid lower.
"It's basically a bikini, Percy," I reminded myself. "And how many nature spirits have you seen naked by now? It's nothing new. Ignore it."
I was doing pretty well convincing myself to play it cool until Luna chose to swim right up to me.
I was sitting on a flat stone, submerged from my knees down. Her head broke the water right in front of my legs, pulling in a deep breath and throwing her damp hair back. She swam closer, smiling brightly, and placed her hands on my knees to hold herself up.
"I told you this place was wonderful," she said. "Won't you come in?"
"I'm alright," I said.
I'm not usually the type of guy to turn down a swim, ever. But there was no way I'd be able to hide the erection in my pants if I stripped down to my boxers.
As it turned out, even with my pants on there was no hiding it. As soon as I spoke, Luna's eyes landed on my bulge and widened.
"Oh, my!" she said. "Is this my fault?"
"This just happens sometimes!" I said quickly. "Don't worry about it. It's just—"
"We can't be having that," Luna said, frowning. "If this is left unchecked, it will create the nastiest Plimpy infestation this side of the Gibraltar Strait!"
She pushed my knees apart and swam through the gap, placing her torso between my thighs. Her wet bra had turned mostly see-through, with pink nubs poking through it. Luna unzipped my pants and slid my boxers down as her head bobbed in front of my crotch, allowing my cock to flop out and boop her on the nose. She laughed giddily.
"Luna, what are you planning to do?" I asked.
Her answer was to open her mouth and throw her head straight down on my penis.
I groaned. At first, Luna could only fit my tip in her mouth, but that didn't stop her from doing wonderful things with her tongue. I thought she'd have no idea what she was doing, and honestly, she might not have. But she had plenty of spirit. When my cock touched the back of her throat, she gagged once, then kept pressing down.
My eyes widened. Luna took almost half of my dick in her mouth. I know that doesn't sound like much, but I'd run into daughters of Aphrodite who did worse their first time.
Luna slid back, my cock popping out of her throat, and sucked in a deep breath like she had while playing with the Naiad.
"I didn't know I could do that!" she said cheerfully, a single tear sliding down her cheek. "My friends told me all kinds of stories, but I didn't really believe them. I should have known better."
"Your friends?" I asked.
I'd known her for about five minutes, but Hermione didn't seem like the type to get in on girl talk. Ginny was a little more likely. I still didn't see the Weasley going quite as far as casual deepthroating conversation, though.
"The Gillygreen Gals of course!" Luna said. She leaned forward conspiratorially. "They're absolute minxes, those ones."
"I see…" I said.
I believed her, but I was also distracted. Underneath Luna, the Naiad she'd been playing with had decided to join our new game. I watched her blue fingers pull off Luna's panties. She let go of them, leaving the cloth to float up to the surface, before sinking lower to admire Luna's crotch.
"Well, back to work!" Luna declared.
She attacked my cock in a whole new way. Instead of forcing me into her mouth, she stuck out her tongue, running it from my base all the way up to my tip. Her eyes were closed about a third of the way, just like they always were, and she was looking up at me the entire time, a combination that activated neurons I barely knew I had.
As Luna dragged her tongue along my slit, she suddenly said, "Oh!"
The Naiad had buried her face between Luna's thighs from below. I couldn't see what her tongue was doing, but it had to be something pretty nice based on the noises Luna started making.
She worked on my cock with even more energy. After a few long licks, Luna put her throat to work again, trying to beat her previous best. She never got past halfway, but I wasn't complaining. Everytime she hit her limit she would quietly gag, making her eyes pop out. With the way she was looking up at me, her eyes hooded, all I could do was stroke her soggy head and try not to bust each time it happened.
I could see when the Naiad really started making Luna feel things. Her whole body got stiff, and she lifted herself up slightly with her grip on my knees. Luna's eyes finally opened all the way as her eyelids fluttered. She came, and as she did, her whole body shuddered, even her throat. That put me over the edge.
I pushed Luna's head back in time for my cock to pop free from her throat. My load landed across her impish face, Luna shutting her eyes and letting semen splatter over her.
Her cute smile paired with something as dirty as my cum decorating her skin was just too much. I grabbed her under the arms, easily scooping her onto my lap. A tendril of water rose up, delicately cleaning her face.
"You're quite the gentleman," Luna said, unbothered about how I was doing that.
"I didn't warn you, so the least I can do is clean you up," I said.
"But I liked the feeling of your cum dripping down my face," she said. "It was warm."
I blinked, then laughed. Who knew unfiltered honesty could come across as so dirty?
I slid us forward into the water. We floated, just our heads sticking out, but Luna still didn't question it. I kissed her. Strangely, she seemed surprised for a moment, before relaxing in my arms. Her tongue met mine between our mouths, coiling together.
Beneath us, the Naiad obediently tugged on my pants, pulling them the rest of the way off. While Luna and I kissed, she floated around us, doing the chores— getting Luna's bra out of the way, stripping me out of my shirt, getting us naked and ready.
My hands moved under Luna's thighs. She was a small girl, and I could get my fingers most of the way around them. I lifted her legs, letting her wrap them around my back. We were still kissing, our heads bobbing above the water. I moved my hips back just enough for my tip to rub Luna's slit. I forced her body to dry with a thought, but her pussy stayed wet. The moisture there was from the Naiad's tongue, not any amount of water.
Luna could feel me teasing her quim. Her lower lips were being spread just a little bit, my cock threatening to stab in. She groaned quietly, then kissed me harder, urging me to do it. I slammed my hips forward. If not for the water muffling it, the clap of our bodies could have traveled all the way up the creek to the others.
Water was supposed to slow people down, but it only made me faster. I didn't go all out, of course. I wasn't trying to break Luna. I went as fast as I thought she could handle… or maybe a tad faster than that. She wasn't complaining.
Luna's tongue remained locked with mine, but it stopped moving on its own. She was focused on other things, like the way my cock was stretching her open. When the Naiad swam behind her and parted her cute little butt cheeks, Luna was forced to break our kiss, moaning so loud she was basically screaming.
At this point, I'd pretty much shown her my powers already. I got the feeling Luna could be trusted, and it wasn't like I was trying that hard to hide my identity. Besides, if Luna did try to tell people, they probably wouldn't believe her. Even her friends didn't understand the things she saw.
I sank us underwater, forming a bubble of air around our head to let us breathe.
Luna's hair looked angelic as it floated toward the surface, catching the sun's light. Our kiss ended, Luna busy moaning with her holes being pleasured in tandem. Her lidded eyes were full of steamy pleasure. It felt like the water was actually warming up around us, taking on our body heat.
Since Luna was too busy to kiss, I decided to use my mouth in other places. My teeth sunk into her neck, biting and leaving bruises. They healed as soon as my mouth moved on, my powers healing them to not leave any marks, only for me to leave a new bruise seconds later and repeat the process. Bubbles were drifting toward the surface above where the Naiad had her face buried in Luna's cheeks.
I felt Luna's insides get wetter. Her folds tightened around me, squeezing down and constricting. I could tell what was coming. The next time my teeth closed against her neck, Luna hurled her face back, her pussy gushing all over my cock. I gave her a few fierce thrusts, each of them jolting her body, and pulled out just as I came.
Luna clung to me, wrapping her legs tighter around my waist and squeezing my back with her arms. I rested my face on her shoulder while she buried hers against my neck. I could feel her warm panting breaths on my skin. My hands slid up and down her back, petting her.
I could have kept going, but Luna had hit her limit. Considering how little experience I thought she had, she'd done extremely well. But fucking a son of Poseidon underwater too much for her to handle alone. Which, luckily, she wasn't.
Our Naiad friend separated her face away from Luna's butt and peered around her hips. When she saw we were done, she excitedly swam in circles around us, poking my back and tapping my shoulders. She kicked off her pants as she swam, baring the rest of her blue body. Shaking my head at her excitement, I pulled away from Luna.
She sank down to the sandy floor of the pool, too weak to want to swim. Her air bubble went with her, expanding to encompass her entire body. Since I didn't need anything like that, I grabbed the Naiad's hand and pulled her down to the bottom, breathing perfectly underwater.
As tired as she was, Luna watched with great interest as I bent the Naiad over, pinning her to the ground. The water nymph grinned at me with barely-disguised excitement while I pushed her legs straight up, folding her in half. For a moment, I was forced to stop, my eyes widening.
When I stretched her crotch, the lips of the Naiad's pussy had pulled apart. Where a human girl would have been a bright pink, the Naiad was a mellow and mossy green. I looked back at Luna, and maybe I was imagining things, but I could've sworn she looked smug. She told me Gillygreen Gals were green on the inside!
To apologize for doubting her, I decided to give Luna the show she was clearly waiting for
This was an immortal spirit with thousands of years of experience beneath me now, not a mortal I had to worry about breaking. I could do all the things to her that I was scared Luna couldn't handle. My first thrust made the pool ripple and the Naiad shriek with pleasure.
Everytime I came I twisted the Naiad into a fresh position. At one point, I had her doing the splits with one leg stuck straight up in the air. At another point, I had her on her knees while I crouched behind her, pulling her hair. It didn't take long for Luna to start touching herself, spreading her legs and fingering her pussy while she watched. To keep the show going I pulled out all the stops, even holding the Naiad in a full-nelson at one point, my dick stabbing her from below like a spear jutting through a phalanx.
After thirty minutes and half that many positions, I came again and felt my balls hit empty. Tonks just so happened to spend the night in my guest room at Grimmauld Place the day before, and I wasn't back to full stamina yet. The Naiad wasn't complaining about what she'd gotten though. When I let go of her, she floated limply in the water, smiling and unmoving. Luna pulled glistening fingers out of her crotch and left her air bubble, swimming over. I made sure she could still breathe as she investigated her friend all over, poking the Naiad's unresponsive sides and even groping one of her small blue breasts. When she reached her verdict, my powers ensured I heard her voice loud and clear, despite the water in the way.
"This is much more fun when we invite a man!" Luna declared. "We really ought to do it more often."
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