Her movements were hesitant and unsure at first, but as the seconds turned into minutes, she seemed to gain confidence quickly. She also seemed to pay very close attention to the sounds he made, using his reactions to guide her movements.
Harry tensed as he felt her start to explore him, her fingers dancing over his shaft and balls as her tongue and lips moved along his length, coating every part of it she could in gentle licks and almost chaste kisses as she worked her way down towards his sac.
Part of him wished he could see her, but another part found the fact that he couldn't see her even more of a turn-on.
When she reached his balls, she started to gently and curiously explore them with her mouth, humming with approval and arousal in equal measure. When she tentatively took one into her mouth and began to suck on it gently as her sisters had done, Harry couldn't help but let his head fall back and moan aloud, not caring who or what would hear him. Hagne giggled around the testicle she was gently nursing, apparently that had been the response she hoped for.
'This dryad might be a virgin, but she's still a damn tease!' he thought.
When she moved back to his glans, her lips brushed over them, sealing around the ridge as her tongue danced over it, and she started to eagerly suck, her fingers cupping his balls and wrapping around his shaft, and she started to stroke curiously. She seemed to have the awareness to be careful with her nails and her teeth, as she somehow managed to avoid accidentally letting either touch his shaft for more than a second. Harry was so turned on at this point that it didn't take him long before he arched his back and gave a little thrust, with a loud groaning cry of his own. He felt his cock twitch in her hands, and he gasped out a warning cry.
Whether she heard him or not, he wasn't sure; all he was aware of was the surge of pleasure that washed over him as he reached his peak. She moaned in bliss as her mouth was filled with warm, thick goo, which she hungrily sucked out of his shaft and swallowed, her tongue dancing over his sensitive head as she worked to extract every drop.
Harry panted, his knees shaking as he felt Hagne finally release him and deliver a gentle kiss to his tip. Then she stood, her head once again poking through the robe. Her eyes were bright and happy as she smiled, a look of delight and satisfaction on her face, though she did look a tad unsure.
"Was it good?" she whispered, her arms going around him again in a hug.
"Yes, very good. Do you dryads have a natural talent for that or something?"
She smiled, blushed and shook her head.
"Then you must have been paying attention to what your sisters did. Well, you were good regardless. If you're feeling up to it, we'll keep going, I'll try to keep you under the robe, hopefully the warmth doesn't fade too much."
"I'm fine now, robe is for you," she whispered as she slipped out of the robe, and he fed his arms back into the sleeves. Then she took his hand, and they started walking again.
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After some time, Harry wasn't sure how long, Hagne suddenly froze, looking out into the darkness. Harry also paused, looking out, but he couldn't see anything.
"Revelio," He muttered. His senses pinged several times, from several different directions. A chill went through him that had nothing to do with the cold. Wolves. There were about fifteen of them. And the closest was about 20 feet away.
Then he heard the growls and low howls.
Movement caught his eye, and he saw one of the predators enter the light from his wand, its eyes glowing from the reflected light, teeth bared as it snarled, head down, fur and shudders raised. Then it pounced at them.
With a cry of alarm, Hagne pressed herself closer to Harry. At the same time, Harry raised his wand.
"Dipulso!" Harry snapped. With a rush of air and a yelp, the leaping wolf was suddenly catapulted backwards into the darkness, landing somewhere among the trees with a thud. More snarls and growls closed in, and two more wolves came charging. Harry shifted his aim when Hagne gestured with her hands, and two thick vines shot out of the trees to wrap around one of the wolves and pull it back into the trees with a strangled yelp, one of the vines coiling tightly around its throat.
The second wolf closed to striking distance, and a hastily cast Protego stopped its charge. A quick Levisio and another Dipulso sent it flying into a nearby tree, with the sound of cracking bones and a cry of pain, which turned into pained whimpers as it hit the ground.
Harry honestly felt bad. He knew these animals were hunting for food. It was unfortunate that they had chosen him and his companion to be that food because he was pretty sure he wasn't on their menu tonight.
The rest of the pack quickly rushed them. With flicks of his wand, Harry sent two more of them flying, only for them to be caught mid-air by vines and strung up. He sent a blasting curse to the ground in front of a third, causing it to jump back with a yelp. But the rest managed to close the distance and pounced. Harry did what he could, dodging, diving, and taking cover behind trees as he pulled Hagne with him. Still, a couple managed to make it through.
Harry was tackled to the ground with a grunt under one of the large, heavy animals. He raised his hands to shield himself as the wolf started to claw at him and tried to close its jaws around his neck, but instead caught his arm. Harry let out a cry of pain as he felt the jaws close around his arm and bite down. He gritted his teeth as he felt the wolf's teeth dig into his muscles, drawing blood, causing him to lose his grip on his wand. His hand soon started to tingle as blood drained from it, the wolf's teeth shredding the muscles, blood vessels and nerves in his forearm. For a split second, he thought the thing was about to bite his hand off, especially when he felt its teeth scrape the bones in his forearm.
A hoarse scream caught his attention and he turned, blinking back tears of agony, to see Hagne throw up her arms, causing vines and tree roots to shoot out of the ground and branches down from the surrounding trees to intercept the wolves leaping at her, catching several of the wolves and with vines, and with a flick of her hands, tossed them out of sight.
Twisting, he punched the wolf, which was chewing his arm, in the face, kicked it off him, swapped his wand hand, and hit the wolf with a Levisio, then a Diffindo. With a dying scream and yelp, its body opened up as if it were a beanbag being unzipped, and a combination of warm blood, viscera and internal organs spilt out onto him. The corpse fell on him, adding to the gore. With a groan of effort, he rolled the carcass off of him and rolled onto his hands and knees, fighting the urge to vomit as adrenaline surged through him.
He winced in pain as he put weight on his mangled arm, pushing himself up into a sitting postilion, took aim at the wolves circling them, and fired off several more shots, catching two with a Confringo, setting the fur of one alight, sending it into a howling panic as it ran off, screaming and yelping in pain, and blasting the second apart, the burning chunks sent flying.
A snarl drew his attention to the remaining wolves that had dodged his shot charge in, only for most of them to be caught by vines and strung up by the neck, all except the last one that managed to dodge the vines and lunged at Hagne.
A large black dog suddenly came charging out of the trees, snarling. It pounced at the wolf, tackling it to the ground. In turn, the wolf growled and barked, turning to retaliate, and soon, the two large animals devolved into a full-on fight.
In all the commotion, it took Harry a few seconds to recognise the large canine. 'Sirius…'
He was distracted, however, as the wolf he'd thrown into the underbrush with a Dipulso came charging back, this time aiming for Hagne, who didn't see it coming. With a surge of adrenaline, he got to his feet and ran, using his Seeker reflexes to tackle the wolf as it pounced at her. She finally noticed it with a panicked scream. He dropped his wand in the charge, so when he collided with the wolf and tackled it to the ground, he had nothing to fight it with except his remaining good fist. The wolf snarled and turned, trying to sink its teeth and claws into him, but it only succeeded in pulling away the heavy robe, which was fine by him. It was covered in the blood, internal organs and viscera of one of its pack mates, anyway.
He rolled, punching the lupine as it snarled, bit and clawed at him, but now that it was wrapped up in his thick cloak, the fight was a little more even. After a few moments of tussling, he finally punched it in the head, knocking it back against a tree, where it lay still. He was about to get to his feet once again when he heard another growl and turned to see another wolf come out of the darkness and charge at him. It lunged for him, mouth wide and teeth bared, flecks of drool flying from its mouth.
Several vines suddenly shot out of the darkness from above and wrapped around the wolf's neck, waist and hips, causing the animal to swing forward a little, but not by much, as it started to snap its jaws and bark. Harry stared, wide-eyed with shock, at where the animal's teeth were as it tried to bite down on flesh but only got air.
His almost-painfully hard erection bobbed less than an inch from the wolf's snapping teeth. It had wanted to bite his dick off. He looked over to see Hagne standing with a hand outstretched, a frightened but furious look on her face. It was honestly scary.
The expression on her face was a mix of terror and fury. Though the latter started to overtake her expression as she looked where the wolf had been trying to bite, then back at it as it still snarled. Her face had twisted into an expression that truly made Harry shiver, and silently hope he was never on the receiving end of it.
"MINE!" Hagne snarled in a rasping cry, then with a flick of her wrist, the wolf was lifted into the air so fast, its snarls turned into a strangled yelp before Harry heard something snap, and the wolf's body went limp.
Harry blinked, panting hard as he struggled to get to his feet, picking up his wand, wincing at the pain in his arm, as he started to shiver from exposure, his warm robe now ruined. "Are you alright?" he asked.
Hagne nodded and gestured to him. He looked down at himself. Apart from being naked again, he had a bleeding bite on his mangled left arm and a few other scratches and bruises, but he was okay, if in a lot of pain. A growl and a yelp drew their attention to the last wolf and the black dog, which seemed to be finishing their fight.
With a yelp, the wolf separated from the dog. It eyed them for a second, then turned and ran into the forest with its tail between its legs. The dog barked a few more times before it turned back to them. Harry saw Hagne tense as the large dog approached, tail wagging and tongue lolling.
"It's okay, Hagne, he's a friend. I hope we didn't just orphan a litter of cubs…"
Hagne eyed the dog, then him, and relaxed a little. The wolves caught in the vines that were still alive snarled, whined, and struggled, but were no longer a threat. Then, Harry remembered he was still wearing the goggles over his eyes. Reaching up, he lifted them to his forehead. If anyone was watching back at the castle, he didn't want them to see Sirius. He was sure that would dock him a lot of points.
The Grim's form rippled, then suddenly, the dishevelled form of his Godfather stood before him.
"Hey, Harry, I never figured you'd be the type for a naked moonlit brawl with some wolves in the forest with a dryad," Sirius grinned as he drew his wand, then gently took Harry's wounded arm and started muttering a spell as he waved the tip over the bleeding wound. Harry winced as he felt the wound throb as the bleeding stopped, then it closed, but it still hurt like hell and looked like raw meat. "Does Hermione know about this? Sorry about the arm, healing magic ain't exactly my best, but that's as good as I can do."
Harry rolled his eyes as he hugged his godfather tightly. "Shut up, you mutt. What are you doing out here?"
Sirius awkwardly hugged him back, trying not to ogle Hagne, who eyed him warily. "I was hoping to run into you. I've heard there are some bounty hunters out looking for you."
"I know, already dealt with one," Harry replied.
"Well, just keep your eyes open. I can't stay long, I've already taken out three of 'em. There might be more, so I'll keep going once I'm sure you're okay," Sirius then pulled back and waved his wand, quickly cleaning off both Harry and Hagne, for which she was grateful, and conjuring a thick coat and some pants for Harry. "There, the best I can do on short notice. Now, Harry, what's the deal with the dryad?"
Harry spent the next few minutes giving Sirius the short version of the last six or so hours.
When he was finished, Sirius sighed and shook his head. "Honestly, those idiots fucked this up. Who the hell decided it should take 24 hours to complete this Task? Especially considering the condition you, Hermione, Susan, Daphne and Luna have to deal with now. Still can't believe she did that to herself. Anyway…what are you going to do with those Acorns?"
"I figured I'd plant them in the Greenhouse," Harry shrugged. Sirius snorted.
"Oh, I'm sure Sprout would love a group of horny dryads taking up residence in her domain," Sirius chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Listen, I know just where to plant them, I just need to go get the place ready and get the all-clear, just don't move from this spot and I'll be back in about 5 minutes or so, then I'll come back and take the acorns and this lovely lady to her new home," he said, giving Hagne a flirtatious smile. She giggled and smiled at him, blushing.
"You sure?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, don't worry. I'll plant them soon, and by the time you leave Hogwarts, they should have germinated and sprouted. Your friend and her sisters should be all settled by then." He then turned on the spot and Apparated with a crack.
"Okay, so…now what? And where did all the wolves go?" Harry asked as he looked around, trying to spot where the wolves' various remains were, but couldn't find any of them. Even the one he'd knocked out was gone, seemingly buried by the vegetation. He looked around and quickly discovered his satchel, retrieving it. Quickly, he looked inside, and much to his relief, saw the potion vials were all still intact, but that relief faded when he noticed some of the Wiggenweld vials had somehow opened and spilt. He sighed with annoyance and, with a quick flick of his wand, vanished the mess. A second inspection confirmed it; there was only one Wiggenweld left.
"Plant food," Hagne rasped, that angry expression briefly returning.
"Eh, what's one more scar?" Harry shrugged. Before she could respond, the air rippled again, and with a pop, Sirius reappeared.
"Alright, good news. The way is clear, and you and your sisters can move in. If you'll hold on to me, I'll side-along Apparate us both to your new home, and you can plant those acorns, then your sisters can join you."
Hagne paused, shook her head and turned to Harry, an expression of panic and sadness marring her beautiful face. She stepped in close, pressing herself against him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.
"No…stay…" she whispered.
Sirius smirked, "Looks like she wants to keep you company, Harry, you lucky bastard. Take care of her, and you look after him." He gave Harry and Hagne a quick hug, taking a moment to whisper something into Hagne's ear. She nodded eagerly, a smile and blush spreading across her face. Then, he pulled back and took the leaf bag of acorns from her.
Sirius gave Harry a final wink, then, with a twist, Apperated with a loud crack, leaving no trace that he was ever there.
"Okay, now the Acorn problem is solved, I guess you can return to your sisters and wait for them to germinate," Harry muttered with a chuckle. Hagne giggled and nodded, blushing cutely.
Hagne looked down at his arm, then moved in and wrapped her arms around him in a fierce hug and started peppering his face and neck with kisses. Harry tried to talk, bringing his arms up around her, when he tried to say something, Hagne pushed her tongue into his mouth and hummed as she melded against him.
"Are you okay?" he whispered once the kiss finally broke. Their faces were so close that their noses rubbed together as they panted. Hagne nodded, her eyes heavy with what he assumed was exhaustion, but quickly proved to be something else. Hagne looked down and took hold of his arm, rolling up his sleeve to examine the still bleeding bite hidden under the soaked bandage.
"Don't worry about that, Sirius closed it and stopped the bleeding, but it'll probably scar. But hey, what's another one of those, right?"
Hagne shook her head, "I heal." Her expression became insistent as she reached up with her hands and called down two thick vines, which curled into loops that she took hold of. Then, slowly, she was lifted into the air until her hips were level with his face, and she hooked her legs over his shoulders, her intention clear.
With a mental shrug, Harry took hold of her hips, then pressed his mouth to her wet, sticky slit and started to lick. She sighed and put a hand on the back of his head, and looked down at him as she began to rock her hips gently against his face, encouraging him.
The warm, sweet, slightly tangy scent filled his lungs, making his head spin, and with renewed eagerness, he dived in and started licking. Like with the others, he couldn't seem to get enough of the beautiful nymph's delicious honey.
"Lick…drink…heal…" she cooed.
With an eagerness that surprised him, Harry did precisely that, though he wasn't entirely sure that servicing her while his arm throbbed painfully was such a good idea. As he began to lick her folds gently, Hagne arched her back and let out several cute squeaks, whimpers and moans as she arched her back and started to rock against his mouth, encouraging him to go deeper. When he teased the entrance of — then slipped his tongue into — her vagina, she started to rock more instantly against his face, using her legs on his shoulders to give her more leverage. Then her honey started to flow, and he eagerly drank it down.
As he drank, he became vaguely aware of the fading pain in his arm. He raised it until he could see it, his eyes widening as he watched the swollen, red wound on his arm start to close fully, as the pain and swelling lessened.
When he moved his tongue up to her clitoris and started to lick it eagerly, Hagne squealed in approval, clamping her thighs around his head as she began to hump his face in open lust. Soon, he was gulping a steady stream of warm, sweet honey as his tongue danced over her flesh, teasing her hard clit, caressing the back of her lips, which seemed to drive her wild, and circling her entrance, then thrusting his tongue in and out of her, pushing Hagne to ever-increasing heights of pleasure.
She stared down at him the entire time, her beautiful cerulean eyes wide with wonder, excitement and eagerness. Slowly, her expression changed to something more primal, more carnal, then to something more affectionate, and as he sensed her climax approaching, he looked up at her face to find her gazing back at him with an expression that was equal parts lustful, eager, thankful, and surprisingly affectionate. If he were the betting type, he'd even wager that she was looking at him with an expression that was almost…smitten.
Suddenly, she arched her back and let out a hoarse, rasping cry as she started to thrash and gyrate against his licking mouth, and an extra strong pulse of honey poured into his mouth, and he eagerly drank it down. He used his tongue to prolong her climax, the warm honey increasing his arousal, filling him with a wonderful sense of warmth, as if he'd just eaten a fine meal, as it had when he'd drunk from her sisters. Curiously, he noted that it tasted sweeter than the other dryads. Maybe it was because she was a virgin? Or that she was so young? He wasn't sure, but she tasted like the sweetest caramel he'd ever had, but thankfully, it wasn't too overpowering.
Eventually, the flow stopped, and he pulled away, his mouth and chin covered in her nectar. He gave her swollen lips and exposed clit a final lick, which made her jerk her hips and gasp with an adorable cry. Soon she sagged, panting in rasping breaths as she let go of the hoops and practically curled around his head as he gave her swollen lips one final kiss before he gently eased her down, until they were face to face and she kissed him again, wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly.
Eventually, he set her down on her feet, then she pushed him back against a tree, and then started to pull off the clothes Sirius had given him. When the kiss ended, he was taken aback by the almost feral gleam in her eyes, but the affectionate, smitten look was still there, as was the lust.
She leaned in and started to lick up the honey around his mouth, then began to kiss her way down his neck, then his chest. Every new area of skin she uncovered, she attacked with her mouth and tongue, until she knelt before him, and almost violently divested him of his trousers. She paused for a moment, admiring his freed erection that stood proudly before her, the glans just visible under the foreskin, swollen and already leaking precum, along with yet another pearl of white was already forming at the tip. Was that normal?
'At least this time, I'll get to watch her,' Harry thought.
Hagne's eyes zeroed in on that white droplet; her expression once again turned hungry. She reached up and gently took hold of his shaft, then looked up at him as she leaned in, her tongue extending to catch that drop of white. Her eyes rolled into her head, and she moaned as she once again savoured his unique flavour. Part of her was disappointed her sisters hadn't been present to share in the joy of her first kiss, or her first climax, ground out on his — in her opinion — beautiful, perfect shaft. Any first-time experience was precious to a dryad. But on the other hand, she was glad she got some privacy and got the chance to explore on her terms. Her sisters would have distracted her or hurried her.
Her tongue exploded with flavour as she once again tasted him. The qualities that made up his character translated into unique flavours that all blended to paint a mental image in her mind of what kind of male Harry was. It was a trait both Veela and Dryads shared, and thankfully, one that did not need any training to master; her brain just seemed to be programmed to process everything and tell her what she needed to know.
Another trait the dryads shared with their veela cousins was their insatiable appetite for sex.
Thanks to her first taste of him under that robe, she now understood why her sisters had been so eager to suck Harry dry, and why Melissa and Cybele had worked so diligently until they were experts in the art. And after the treatment he'd just given her, she wanted more, and she intended to get it. She was certainly no Cybele or Melissa, but she was still a dryad and a fast learner.
Gripping his shaft, still looking up at him, she gently peeled back his foreskin, exposing his glans, then started to kiss and lick the exposed flesh, doting his glans with loving affection, eagerly catching and swallowing any precum or leaking semen she could, before working her way down his shaft to his balls, which she started to nuzzle lovingly, letting out cute little mewls and moans as she did so. She gave his balls a few adoring licks before closing her lips around one and gently sucking on it, then moving to the other, as her sisters had done earlier, before she licked her way up his shaft to claim it with her mouth. She started to awkwardly bob her head, as she'd seen her sisters do.
Harry panted, the combination of her honey, his constant arousal and her eagerness was pushing him rapidly towards another climax, the fact that he got to watch her this time added to his euphoria. Her evident eagerness blended with her curious explorations as she found her technique was highly thrilling to him.
There was just something about these beings that stoked his arousal just by being around him, like being around Veela, only more noticeable. It didn't take long. He gritted his teeth, biting back a cry as his balls and cock twitched and pulsed in Hagne's grip, her tongue busily dancing over his flesh in awkward, erratic moves, and was soon once again coated with thick, warm, sweet cream she quickly found herself craving. She moaned around his dick, looking up at him with that affectionate smile as his cock pulsed several more times, and her mouth was quickly filled, her cheeks puffing out before she was forced to swallow.
Her throat bulged as she gulped, sucking air through her nose as several more spurts came, and her mouth was soon filled again, and again. She swallowed, moaning each time. Harry hadn't noticed, but Hagne had discreetly grabbed and emptied his water flask and was now holding it under her, the neck of the flask resting flush with the opening of her tight vagina, letting a steady stream of her honey flow into it.
Eventually, the flow of Harry's cum slowed to a stop, as did the flow from Hagne, and with a final loving kiss to the tip of his glans, and a whispered "Thank you," Hagne stood, and kissed Harry again, before repeating the words, then handing him the full sealed flask. He took it, eyeing it in confusion.
"Use sparingly," she whispered. Harry panted his mind in a whirl, struggling to catch up to the situation.
"Thanks, you…you can go back to your sisters now, tell them the acorns are being planted, and I'm sure we'll meet again at the end of the year, its not safe for you out here, and I don't know how much further I have to go, but I don't want to put you in danger, and I get the impression you can't get too far from your Grove," Harry said, reaching up to cup her face. Then he took hold of his wand and transfigured another thick fur coat, slipping it on her. She looked herself up and down, looking at the coat, frowning. She wasn't used to wearing anything, but she seemed to adjust pretty quickly. "That should keep you warm until you get back to your Grove," he added.
She looked at him intently, her expression becoming downcast as she nodded reluctantly. She then stepped forward and embraced him again, giving him another deep, passionate kiss, before they separated and she started to back into the trees.
"We will meet again, Harry," she declared in her broken, rasping voice as she disappeared into the trees.
Harry stood, holding the flask, before he collected himself, marvelling at the fact that drinking her honey seemed to have healed his injuries entirely; it wouldn't even scar. Redressing himself, he turned and cast another pointing charm before continuing on his trek through the forest, alone but full of energy and determination.