Jaina was a grouchy drinker.
"I thought we were on the same page." The blonde archmage complained, frowning into her glass of bubbly alcohol.
"Well, you know what they say about assumptions." Harry shrugged, mostly amused.
Jaina had come to vent and get some validation, although she wasn't consciously aware of that last bit.
"He said he was fine with it."
"Sounds to me like it was others that weren't fine with it."
After the fall of the Lich King, Harry and Chromie had waited a little bit, then gone back in time to swipe the Demon Soul again. A quick trip into the Elemental Plane of Earth and Deathwing got ganked by his own creation.
The irony was extra delicious, because all the other Aspects could sense when that particular artifact was being used, but Neltharion never added his essence to it, so he couldn't sense it.
Alexstrasza had scolded them for it again, but even a blind man could see that her heart wasn't in it. The Aspect of Life had plenty of reasons to hold a grudge against the corrupted Aspect of Earth, as did the others. She was just doing it out of obligation, because she was such a mom.
As it turned out, that event would also sow the seeds of discord between Jaina and Kalecgos. With the threat of Deathwing gone, the Blue Dragonflight seemed to suddenly shake off the malaise that had gripped them for ten thousand years and the new Aspect of Magic found himself pressured to mate.
Kalecgos realized intellectually that this was a problem for his relationship with Jaina, but he was still a dragon. Aside from the political pressure being exerted on him by the more powerful females of his flight, he was intrinsically not a monogamous creature and didn't feel like it was a problem.
Thus he tried to convince Jaina to adjust their relationship to include some blue dragon pussy. This had predictable results.
"He isn't the only male blue dragon." She huffed and took a long sip of her Moonshine. Not illegal booze, mind, but an experimental cocktail called Moonshine. Preliminary testing showed it to be very popular among night elves, and the name made him snigger.
"Everyone wants to fuck the big man first." Harry explained to her things that she already knew, albeit in cruder language. "You probably didn't even register as a factor to them. I could definitely see them trying to kill you if you got in the way of their ambitions, though."
Jaina looked startled at that. "You think they would risk causing a diplomatic incident?"
"I think that most blue dragons are still arrogant and condescending towards the 'lesser races', and don't even realize that harming you would cause a somewhat bigger fuss than squashing an ant." He replied wrily. "You've only been interacting with Kalecgos, who is unusually nice, humble, and respectful of us unscaled bipeds. The rest of them are almost exclusively assholes."
"So that's it then?" Jaina asked with a defeated sigh. "Either I let Kalecgos mate with other dragons, I break it off entirely, or I get attacked by angry blue dragon females?"
"Seems like it."
"Maybe I'm cursed?" She sighed again.
"You're not cursed, you're just a powerful woman." He refuted. "If all you wanted someone all to yourself, then the world is full men that would outright let you collar them and keep them in your bedroom like pets. But of course, that doesn't do it for you, does it?" Harry smirked at her. "No, you want a man who would be your equal or better. Sorry to tell you this, honeybuns, but the pickings are slim this high up the mountain."
Jaina chugged the rest of her drink and then held her glass out for a refill. She obviously didn't like what he was saying but couldn't refute it. The disgusted wrinkle of her brow when he mentioned keeping some random man as a pet made it clear how little appeal the idea had. It took a particular type of woman to be into that kind of thing, and Jaina was not. She also didn't point out that there was no need to go into such extremes, that there were men out there that she could have tried to pair up with that were less perverted.
But not powerful ones, and Jaina wanted a powerful man. Either because she had an aristocrat's eye for always seeking advantage or because of pride or even because of simple instinct, every single one of her romantic entanglements had been men of power and might. She wasn't anywhere near desperate enough to lower her standards in that direction.
Harry obligingly refilled the glass and waited for her to speak. Half of it was empty again before she did so.
"Did you know this was going to happen?" She asked.
"No, I expected the Blue Dragonflight to continue its slow slide towards extinction." He answered with a thoughtful frown. "I hadn't realized that the trauma inflicted on them was so deeply tied to Deathwing's continued existence. Life throws you curveballs like that sometimes."
"You must love it." Jaina sipped… not quite angrily, but definitely with more energy than strictly required. "Now you can badger me to hop into bed with you again."
That sounded almost like solicitation.
"I only take pleasure in the misfortune of my enemies, not my friends." He sipped at his own drink loudly, watching his kids play.
The girls had decided that they all wanted to have children at the same time, so there were now seven of the little monsters running around. Four from his wives, two from Luna's eredar handmaidens, and one from their dragon nanny. Aurastrasza had been shocked when she discovered that one of her eggs was fertilized. It sure was nice when you could ask the planet's world soul to make stuff happen.
"I'm not sure I ever had that much fun at their age." She commented after a minute of silence.
The game seemed to be some kind of battle royale, or maybe a race, where each child was paired with their mother and a moonlight drake as a mount. The objectives were a bit unclear, but it involved a lot of running around, crashing into each other and excited squealing.
"Well, I suppose it would be hard to top drake-riding." Harry allowed. "But surely you must have snuck aboard a ship you weren't supposed to be on or something like that?"
"Once." She admitted. "I hid in an empty barrel when Father and Derek took the new flagship for its maiden voyage. Father was more furious with the crew for not noticing that one of the fish barrels was replaced and Derek looked like he was struggling not to laugh. Mother wasn't amused that I managed to duck out on two weeks' worth of lessons and made me practice embroidery for three days straight. I hated embroidery."
"No good at it, huh?" He chuckled at the mental image of Jaina Proudmoore, one of the most powerful mages alive, sewing little anchors onto handkerchiefs. He hadn't known that she'd been put through a traditional noblewoman's education, but it made sense. Just because Azeroth was bullshit enough that biological realities took a backseat didn't mean that there wasn't any merit in teaching the 'feminine arts' to young ladies, even in abbreviated form for those that went on to walk the path of the badass.
"I lost more blood in those three days than I did during the Third War."
"Well, we all have traditional pursuits that we're bad at." Harry commiserated. "I'm useless at chess, for example. Everyone always expects the old wizard to be a chess master, but I can't stand how restrictive the game is. Makes me want to flip the board every damn time."
"So you hate it because you can't cheat?" Jaina deduced semi-accurately.
"Ehhhh, not exactly." He made a wishy-washy gesture with his hand. "I hate it because it teaches a very rigid, rule-bound way of thinking. Thinking inside the box is for normies."
"Normies?" She repeated with a raised eyebrow.
"Normal people." He explained. "Average, boring, unimportant."
"Everyone is important." Jaina scolded lightly.
Harry could only smile, because he knew that at this point in time without his intervention, she would have become a hard and jaded woman. As frustrating as optimists and idealists could sometimes be, they were a lot more fun to be around than cynics.
He was cynical enough already, he didn't need others cramping his style with their amateur cynicism.
"Some people are more important than others, like you." He said sincerely and with deliberate affection.
Jaina blushed furiously and went back to sipping her drink, clearly desperate to hide her reaction.
Hah, you thought I was going to just perv on you? Get romanced!
"More Moonshine?" He offered when she ran out.
Jaina presented her glass along with a clear attempt at deflecting attention. "You know that the Kirin Tor is… concerned about the reports Zaiel has been sending?"
Ah, the half-elf spy. The half-elf spy who was even now playing referee to the children's game and clearly being treated as part of the family. The half-elf spy that had long since switched allegiance, in his heart if not aloud.
"Which ones?"
"The ones where you seem to be trying to get the whole world drunk." Jaina said flatly. "They're worried about the amount of influence you're amassing with your alcohol business."
"I can't help it if the dwarves like their booze."
"Harry, Magni had to build a statue of you in the Hall of Ancestors after you taught his brewmasters how to make thirty new varieties of beer."
"Yes, I hear that the Blackout Stout is especially popular and it might become part of the trial of manhood to drink a pint without passing out."
"There was a riot in Orgrimmar after they ran out of Bloodmead."
"Orcs, always so short-tempered." Also, Bloodmead was designed to stimulate the aggression centers in an orc brain. Didn't want Drannosh to have too much success dragging his people's reputation out of the hole it was in.
"Someone died after drinking that abomination you made for the trolls, Harry."
"It's called the Flaming Liver for a reason, Jaina."
"And why are you suddenly such good friends with the goblins?" She asked, frowning. "I thought you hated them."
"I'll still take their money and they thought drinking distilled gold was cultured." He shrugged.
The Gold Rush series of drinks was indeed very popular with the goblins. The initial plan was to slowly induce heavy metal poisoning into the greedy little species, but Azeroth's magical bullshit foiled that. Testing showed that, instead of getting properly poisoned, the goblins started assimilating the gold into their biology. Like the Curse of Flesh in reverse, after a number of generations, they would turn into metal. A Curse of Gold, if you will.
Harry would have preferred the heavy metal poisoning, but slowly turning them into gold golems and handing them over as servants to Archaedas had a certain irony to it.
"I can completely believe that." She admitted. "And yet I can't help but feel that you're plotting something."
"Does getting you tipsy count?" He smirked.
Jaina snorted and inspected her drink. It was bubbly and glowed a shimmering mix of blue and silver. "How did you even make it fizz like this?"
"A process called carbonation, with a little magical twist." Harry shrugged. "Luna did most of the work on that one, honestly. All the fruits came out of her garden."
Dragon shit was, as always, an incredible fertilizer. Using stuff grown from moonlight dragon shit unsurprisingly worked well when making a drink that would be favored by the worshipers of Elune.
"Also, we mixed a bit of fertility potion in there, but I'm sure that's not a problem for you."
Jaina did a spit take and started coughing as the Moonshine went down the wrong pipe, glaring at him with teary eyes.
"You couldn't have told me that before offering it to me?!" She demanded.
"Why? It's not like you're getting laid." He raised an eyebrow at her.
"That's not the point and you know it." Jaina huffed back.
She was playing it cool, but he could see that the rebuttal stung her. She also forgot all about her suspicions about his schemes.
"The fertility potion is an integral part of the drink, if I took it out it would lose its flavor." Harry explained.
Jaina stared at the glass in her hand broodily, then visibly gave a mental 'fuck it' and chugged what was left. Sighing and pointedly not meeting his eyes, she held out the glass again. Harry obligingly refilled it.
If she kept going like this, she really was going to get tipsy to the point of loose inhibitions. And that fertility potion wasn't quite as harmless as he'd implied. Fertility potions always gave the body's reproductive instincts a kick in the ass, and Jaina hadn't had sex since her late teens.
Despite his attempts to help – or maybe even because of them now that he thought about it – Jaina and Kalec had never done the dirty. The dragon was understandable. He was ageless and therefore slow. Jaina, on the other hand, seemed incredibly skittish and hesitant. For a woman so brave when it came to risking her life and doing the right thing, she was a bit of a coward when it came to personal matters, always avoiding risk. Harry understood why that was – Arthas, Kael'thas, that mess with her father, the cold distance from the rest of her family over it, her difficult position as a mediator between the Horde and Alliance... people had become averse to intimacy for lesser reasons.
And now she was a childless woman in her thirties, staring at the children playing with a distant look in her eyes.
It was a dirty trick to prey on a slightly tipsy, upset, and increasingly emotionally dissatisfied woman, but Harry had abandoned any pretense of moral high ground a long time ago. He'd known from the start that Jaina wasn't going to just fall into his bed like so many others. Women of high social status and great personal power were always picky and prideful sorts. The only way to get to her would be to pounce on a moment of vulnerability.
She had come looking for sympathy, attention, and validation of her femininity. There was no ground to complain when that was exactly what she got. He had already been considerate enough to not deliberately manipulate events so as to engineer such an opportunity, instead letting the chips fall where they may. He had supported her attempted relationship with Kalecgos to the best of his ability. What honor he ascribed to was more than satisfied.
Kalecgos would probably be upset that he'd pounced on her as soon as they broke up, but they'd deal with it.
This particular prey was getting tired and slowing down, but still had some fight in her. Just a little more and she would be ready to be caught.
Harry sat with her and watched the children, waiting until the right one looked his way. Each child and mother would have a different potential reaction to his attention, and only one would have the correct one for the situation. It didn't take long, as they game appeared to be on pause for everyone to catch their breath.
Selene was his first child by Luna in centuries and had the same kind of enthusiasm for life as her mother. The little four-year-old saw him waving and immediately urged her moonlight drake mount to charge towards them. Luna, of course, did nothing to stop her daughter.
The moonlight drakes all loved the girl and eagerly did as she asked, bursting into an awkward gallop.
"Daddy!" The living missile squealed as she stood up on the drake's back and launched herself into the air at him, showing a worrisome lack of caution. Luna did nothing except make sure that her footing was solid.
Harry caught her easily, having long since gotten used to these kinds of antics. "There's my little moon princess!"
Selene had night-black hair that looked speckled with starlight, shimmering with every motion. Her eyes had also glowed silver since the moment she was born. Anyone with eyes could tell that she was blessed by Elune.
Little wonder, given the shenanigans she had been conceived under. Luna hadn't quite gotten herself possessed again for the conception, but they had done it in the Emerald Dream, on the very border of Elune's divine domain. She had come out of the experience with a child in her belly and a streak of silver hidden in her otherwise blonde hair.
"Daddy, I won!" Selene gushed happily.
"I saw." He assured her, inwardly snorting. Of course she won – the moonlight drakes were biased little shits. They all wanted to be the ones carrying her and Luna. "Why don't you give Auntie Jaina a hug while I talk to your mommy for a bit?"
Jaina, who had up until now been observing the family moment with (to him) poorly concealed longing, suddenly looked like a panicked deer. But it was too late, Selene was already leaping and screaming for Auntie Jaina to catch her.
"I'll be making a move soon." Her murmured to Luna quietly.
Luna's eyes widened and it looked like it was taking all of her restraint to not squeal with excitement. "I'll let the others know. We are adding Jaina to the family today!"
XXXXX
Selene's absence from the game invariably drew the attention of the other children. The first to notice were the eredar girls Keirah and Leestra. Although technically half-sisters, Sacrolash and Alythess had pulled that fusion technique of theirs as soon as they went into labor and delivered that way, essentially making their daughters twins as well.
It had made Harry facepalm. Wanting to share everything because you were twins was one thing, but that was pushing the limits of sanity. Still, he couldn't help but be impressed at how ludicrously refined the technique was. Being able to do it while heavily pregnant and without any risk of harming the children was nothing to sneeze at.
Right behind them came the half-elves Jassen and Nyra. Arko had named her son after her oldest friend, and Jessir had done the same with her daughter.
Herding them all were the somewhat more mentally developed Kieran and Rastrasz. Kieran because he was mostly human and developed faster than the half-elves and eredar, and Rastrasz because he had that draconic genetic memory going on. The young dragon had been hatched rather than born, but he tended to be far more comfortable in a humanoid form.
The horde of children were quick to demand attention from their 'Auntie Jaina' while their mothers took a break. Harry helped her entertain them with magic tricks and snorted out a laugh when some of the more talented brats copied the little cantrips she used.
But despite all their excitement and youthful energy, the kids were still only four years old. In the case of Keirah and Leestra especially, that meant they were barely out of infancy. They grew tired and sleepily began tugging on their mother's tails, something that never failed to make Luna wiggle with delight at how cute it was. It was decided to put the kids down for a nap while the adults retired to the Guardian Tower's sitting room to relax a bit.
And to continue drinking, as Harry once again plied Jaina with Moonshine. Not enough to get her drunk, but enough to keep her buzzed. A few hours passed and she started making noise about returning to Theramore, which was when he struck.
"You should get a little air to clear your head before trying to teleport. I'll walk you to the balcony." Harry stated more than offered, standing up just as she did.
"Alright." Jaina agreed, looking quite mellow. She made no protest when he put a hand on the small of her back, nor did she notice the amused or conspiratorial grins the other women shot each other.
The Guardian Tower was responsive to his wishes, so the hallways twisted until they found themselves walking past the children's room.
"I just have to check on the kids first." Harry explained as he carefully cracked open the door. "They've been napping for a while."
Jaina made a noise of understanding and tiptoed after him. They peeked through and the girliest of sounds escaped the powerful achmage's lips. "Awww…."
That was because the seven kids were piled together on a single large bed, cuddling each other in a way that had taken extensive enchanting to make comfortable.
"They're going to have entirely too much energy when they wake up. Again." Harry could only sigh and shake his head, glad for the wonders of temporal dilation. He'd never get any proper sleep or work done without it these days.
"I can't believe you're going for another seven." Jaina mumured quietly as the door was closed. "You barely seem to be keeping on top of just these."
"Being the only dad, my time is in higher demand than any single one of the girls." He admitted. "But there are worse problems to have than children who love you."
"Yeah…" Her response was barely audible and her mood visibly plummeted, just as planned. When they made it to the balcony, she took a deep breath and leaned on the stone railing, gazing out into the eternal twilight of Ashenvale.
Even more eternal than normal, as Elune's influence was particularly strong here thanks to Luna. The night never truly ended in this part of the forest, which was relevant right now because the light of the two moons made for an incredibly romantic atmosphere.
Harry did the same, making sure that their arms were less than an inch away from touching. With Jaina lightly swaying her rear end, their thighs were definitely touching, but she didn't try to pull away.
They stayed like that for a few minutes before Harry spoke up. "You could just spend the night here."
It was a casual offer and she had slept over plenty of times before, but she still froze and side-eyed him with a conflicted look on her face. "It's probably for the best if I just go home."
"Our home is your home." Again, not a new sentiment and it could be taken perfectly innocently, but they both knew the undertone.
She looked away, going back to staring out into Ashenvale, her face flushed from more than just the alcohol now. "You have a family now. It wouldn't be appropriate."
That was a piss poor excuse and she had to know it. Harry casually threw an arm over her and pulled her into a side-hug, pitching his voice low with meaning. "You're family too, Jaina."
He could feel her tremble and wasn't surprised when she tried to escape, pushing herself off the balcony railing with nervous energy and an almost panicky voice. "I should go."
Harry caught her by the wrist as she tried to move past him, spun her around, grabbed her leg with his other hand while she was fighting off the dizziness, lifted her up onto up onto the railing, and then stepped in between her legs before she could get her bearings.
"You should stay." He rumbled, one hand at her waist and the other splayed across her upper back. His face was only inches away from her, their foot and a half height difference nullified by the high railing.
Jaina's bright blue eyes were wide with surprise and her hands were pressing against his chest. She'd instinctively tried to close her legs, and now had the insides of her thighs gripping his waist. She was breathing hard, but obviously not from exhaustion.
"I didn't want to share Kalec and I'm not any keener on sharing you, Harry. "She asserted, but notably didn't do anything to escape the situation.
"We can be flexible." He assured, looming a little closer. "You don't have to share a bed with the other girls, and we can make time for just the two of us. They'll understand."
Especially since they would be working to wear down her resistance the whole time. He would give it six months at most if she was determined to be stubborn, but more likely far less.
"That isn't the problem and you know it." Jaina shook her head, bitter frustration on her face as she looked away. "I don't want to be just another one of your conquests."
"You would be my wife." He declared implacably, grabbing her chin and making her look at him. "Until death do us part, with death being at a time of our choosing."
"But still just one of many." She said quietly, but her eyes were full of want.
"Would that really be so bad?" He asked softly, gently stroking her cheek. "They're all your friends now and would gladly be your family."
A tremble shook her body. It was manipulative to keep prodding at that weak spot, but it was really for her own good. She was old enough now that any childish dreams of a perfect fairy tale romance had long since passed, and his constant statements about her low choice pool had sunk in. She had internalized the idea that he was the only one among that choice pool that was pursuing her, and she simply wasn't the type to make the first move on anyone else. Plus, she was tipsy enough and juiced up with enough fertility potion to have her empty womb screaming at her for neglecting it. And lonely enough that the lure of family was pummeling her pride into submission.
Her eyes drifted shut as he drew her into a kiss, a brief look of defeat on her face. She was shaking and unresponsive at first, and as tense as a bowstring. A shaky hiccup of an exhale escaped her when he didn't relent and she slumped, fisting her hands in his shirt. Harry took that for the surrender it was and pulled her closer, giving an approving rumble when she began returning the kiss.
He kept it chaste at first, letting her get comfortable. When she released her grip on his shirt and wrapped her hands around his chest, he began prodding at her to deepen the kiss. Jaina was just as hesitant about that for a moment before giving in and opening her mouth for him.
Some women liked an overwhelming assault, while others wanted to be slowly, but firmly, seduced. Jaina was definitely in the latter category, so Harry moderated his pace, taking the lead, but still giving her room to respond. Her obvious inexperience was rather cute and her fumbling tongue was easy to handle.
His hands, meanwhile, found their way to her back. One plunged into the mass of golden hair and giving her a bit of a scalp massage while also holding her in place. The other pressed on her lower back – naked courtesy of her choices of fashion – and pulled her against him. And if he used a few stealthy magic massage techniques to stimulate her nervous system… well, that was just the benefit of experience.
Jaina broke the kiss with a gasp, hiding her face in his neck and biting down on the skin. Harry grinned to himself, feeling the responses of her body in her fidgeting legs and clawing fingers. Since she had freed his own mouth and exposed her neck by doing that, he took the opportunity to nibble a bit. Everything from her ear to her collar bone was in reach, and he gladly tasted it all.
Jaina was either naturally very sensitive or extremely pent up, because the way she whimpered in his arms was incredible. It could also be both, of course.
Harry started making his way further down, going from her collar bone down to her cleavage. Jaina instinctively tensed and tried to protest, but a single kiss was enough to put an end to that. He slid his hands down her hips and onto her thighs, bending his knees as he skipped her top and knelt with his face at her belly.
"At long last, this great promise will be fulfilled." He said solemnly and leaned forward to give it a kiss.
It was an excellent belly, firm and taut. She was no warrior and wasn't sporting a rock hard sixpack, but there was muscle there, covered in a healthy layer of fat. There were fitness models who would be envious of Jaina's belly.
"I still don't understand your fixation on my belly." He could hear the flustered blush on her face, along with the effort she was putting in to not sound out of breath.
Harry paused in his exploration of it for a moment so he could give a sage reply. "You aren't into women, so of course you wouldn't understand the transcendental beauty of a fit woman's abdominals." That was all ture, although he was playing it up more than a bit just to tease her.
Then he stuck out his tongue and dragged it in across every muscle, exploring the true contours of it hidden under the skin and fat layers. Jaina's squirming betrayed both embarrassment and ticklishness, and her surprised yelp when he stuck his tongue into her belly button was incredible.
"I'll be back." Harry promised seriously, giving the belly another kiss before moving lower.
Jaina's legs were already being held apart by his body, and she'd worn a skirt since it was summer. It was a long and farily modest skirt, despite the slit over her right leg, but a skirt all the same. Sliding his hands under it was simple, as was kissing his way up her legs.
"W-what are you doing?" Jaina asked nervously, her hands on his shoulders and half-heartedly trying to hold him back.
"I smell something delicious." Harry kept on kissing his way up her legs, fingers already playing with the waistband of her silk panties. If he wasn't mistaken – and he very much doubted he was – Luna had made these after seeing the deplorable state of Azeroth's lingerie. "And I'm feeling hungry."
"Right here?" She asked nervously, and by what he could feel of her body, she was looking around for any peepers. "Wouldn't it be better if we went inside?"
True, fooling around on top of a high balcony was generally considered a bad idea, but it would be fine. Now that they had kids, everything was enchanted to prevent any of the reckless little brats from diving off for whatever reason, and nobody was going to watch them.
This time.
"I can't wait that long." Harry growled and surged forward, pressing a kiss to her silk-covered mound. Her little jump was just delightful. He nosed at it, licked the skin around it, wiggled his tongue under the edges, and generally teased her.
Jaina's reactions clearly told him that she was completely new to this. She and Arthas must not have gotten around to figuring out oral sex during their brief relationship. Excellent, he also loved introducing women to new things.
Hooking a finger under the waistband and casting a tiny cutting spell removed the last obstruction. After pulling the now ruined panties away, Harry brought his nose close and took a deep whiff of the scent of female arousal.
"Don't sniff it like that!" Jaina protested with indignant embarrassment. Adorable.
"You smell delicious." He countered and dragged his tongue along her slit. "Mmm. Taste delicious, too."
The lick had surprised her and Harry continued before she could recover, bringing over a millennium of practice at perfecting this particular skill to bear. The powerful sorceress gasped and shuddered, grabbing his head for support. She unintentionally leaned back and hit the safety barrier, and immediately rested her weight against it while enduring his ministrations.
Harry quickly found which buttons to push and how hard to push them. His hands kept a firm grip on her knees and kept her legs spread while he worked. The little noises she made him grin, wondering how hard it would be to break her composure and get her to scream.
But as much as he would like to tease her up to a glorious orgasm right now, that would be too risky. He needed her turned on and horny, lest she get cold feet at the last second. No way was her letting this opportunity to claim her slip away just because he got too eager to play with her.
So instead of bringing her to climax, he just built up her arousal, always backing off before she got too close to the edge. When a needy whine escaped her throat, betraying more than words ever could, and her fingers dug into his scalp, he rose up and hooked his hands under her legs. Before she knew it, she was lifted off the railing and being carried back inside, towards the room that had been long set aside for her.
Her soiled silk panties were left on the balcony.
"Harry?" She whispered to him tremulously, shaking in his embrace in a mix of arousal and fear of what was coming.
"Shh." He hushed her, sneaking a peck on her lips. "Just let me take care of you."
Jaina had been the one taking care of people for a long time, aside from the occasional enforced relaxation time perpetrated by Luna. Harry had rarely met a woman that wanted to be the one people relied on for everything, and those types tended to be high-functioning psychopaths. Jaina just had an overdeveloped sense of responsibility.
As expected, she settled down and let herself be carried, resting her head on his shoulder and offering no protest when he played with her butt during the walk. They reached the room in short order, the tower being its usual accommodating self and twisting the hallways around to speed up the trip.
Jaina let herself be laid down on the bed, scooting backward and staring with nervous blue eyes as he pulled off his shirt.
"I was expecting chest hair." She commented, eyes roving across his muscles. The way she bit her lip told him she liked.
"Only Luna and Colette like chest hair." Harry snorted in amusement, putting a knee on the bed and grabbing on of her legs so he could start kissing his way up her body again. "If you can swing the vote further in favor of Team Chest Hair, they will be your best friends."
"Team Chest Hair." An incredulous giggle escaped her.
"A vicious political struggle." He explained mock seriously, giving a more thorough kiss to her belly before moving further up. "They are always looking for allies to support their position."
"A bare chest is nice…" Jaina trailed off, hesitantly exploring said chest with her hands.
"Mmm, I should have figured after seeing that you shave." He smirked down at her.
He could see her blushing in the dark and swooped down to kiss her. Having an excuse to not need to reply made her a more enthusiastic participant.
Jaina was still wearing her top and skirt, but the slippers she had been given were long since gone. That she hadn't thought to ask for her boots back before Harry led her to the balcony implied that she was either more sloshed than he'd estimated, or else had been hoping to be seduced. He would know the truth of it eventually.
For now, he fiddled with her top and peeled it off, pressing his chest against her naked breasts. She didn't fight, so he also tugged off her skirt, leaving her completely naked. Harry shimmied down to lavish some oral attention on her stiff nipples and thought to go for another round of foreplay, but Jaina surprised him.
With a grunt of effort and a small magical shove, she flipped them over so that she was on top. Not stopping the kiss, one of her hands wandered southwards, past the waistline, and came to rest on the bulge of his hidden erection. He could feel her surprise as her explorations hinted at its size, but she only hesitated for a moment before she started undoing his pants. The button and zipper method was familiar enough to her despite Azeroth still mostly relying on leather laces, so she was quick about it.
Removing one's pants without breaking the kiss was a bit of an adventure. Harry could have used magic to do it, but where would the fun in that be? It took a couple of minutes, and then the only thing between them was the pair of silk undershorts that did very little to hide what he was packing. Jaina returned to exploring it considerably more hesitantly, but confidence returned soon enough and she started stroked and squeezing more vigorously.
Finally, she worked up the courage to slip her hand under the waistband and touch it directly. The underwear was slowly pushed down his legs and shucked off, leaving her free to stroke him fully. At no point did she disengage from the kiss and Harry knew that it was a way for her to hide.
Well, they couldn't be having that. Repeating her trick, he flipped them over again. With their positions and height difference, that left him between her legs, but not quite poking at her entrance. Grabbing both her hands and entwining their fingers together, Harry pinned them above her head and dragged himself up so that his length was laid flat over her bald pubes and stomach.
Now deprived of kissing as an excuse to avoid talking, Jaina looked up at him with that adorable startled deer impression. She really was remarkably innocent about these kinds of things.
"That won't fit." She stammered. "I'm not as big as the others."
"You just let me worry about that." He assured her, dragging his shaft across her moist slit to lube it up a bit. She squirmed and trembled in place, clenching her hands as much as she could, but only stared with wide eyes as he gently placed the tip against her entrance. "I'll be gentle."
He saw the doubt pass over her expression, the last second thought before they went through with this, and waited. As much as instinct urged him to just go ahead and bury himself in her, it would be a mistake. Jaina had to agree to this final step, not be rushed past it, or else the doubt would fester and might grow into resentment. So he just hung there and stared into her eyes, waiting for her decision.
Jaina was a cautious sort so the doubt would normally have won, but right now she was lonely, horny and a little tipsy, so she gave a nervous nod and whispered. "Alright."
Harry pushed in and she arched her back with a small cry. With her long dry spell, she was as tight as a virgin and her reactions were almost identical to one as well. She lifted her head and stared at his length slowly disappearing into her with the same kind of fascinated, aroused shock as one to be sure.
"Stop!" She gasped at a certain point, trying to wiggle away. "I can't take any more."
"You can." Harry assured, dipping down to give her a kiss. "Trust me."
Not really giving her a chance to reply, he continued slowly pushing in for the last couple of inches, until he felt his tip bump into her cervix. "There we go, now you're full."
Jaina was too busy gasping for air to reply, so he pulled out and slowly filled her up again. Once he had the hang of the depth, he slowly increased the pace, being careful not to actually poke at her cervix. Unlike Luna and Colette's altered bodies, that would actually be quite painful for her.
The way she writhed and gasped under him was a huge turn on, so he took his time and dragged it out.
"F-faster." She surprised him by saying.
But Harry was anything but unwilling to accommodate her. Disentangling their fingers, he braced himself on his elbows and pulled her legs up, putting them into a mating press. The position was not only convenient because he could adjust how deep into her he was thrusting, but also very appropriate since he had every intention of getting her pregnant.
Again, he started off slow, but only until he found the ideal angle, the he quickly sped up until he was pounding into her rapidly. Her quiet grunts and panting breaths were music to his ears. Harry wished he could also see her face, but their height difference and the required angle of the mating press meant that they were face-to-chest. Her fingers digging into his back were a good consolation prize.
Feeling himself approaching climax and knowing that she couldn't be far off, Harry started cheating. Employing a technique similar to how he had stimulated her nervous system earlier, he sent a rush of barely formed magical energy into her with every thrust, loaded with his own arousal and intended to stimulate her. The effects were immediate.
"HAAaaaa!" Jaina cried out in surprise, arching into him reflexively and clutching at his back like a sailor during a storm. That initial cry transformed into breaths taken and exhaled through clenched teeth.
"Whaaa…" She tried to ask, no doubt sensing something, but wasn't able to finish the question as the orgasm crashed over her. "…aaaaaAAAAH!"
Harry didn't let up, pushing his magic deeper and deeper into her, prolonging her orgasm. His breathing turned to hoarse growls as he worked to claim her. Once he felt that she had enough – and it was getting painful to hold back – he buried himself deep and let loose, filling her up.
Of course, with all the modifications he'd made to his cum over the years, it immediately attacked every nerve it touched. Poor Jaina was reduced to helpless whimpers as she was forced to endure multiple orgasms. Harry felt her lose control of her bladder as she shook under him helplessly, unable to do anything until he was done filling her up.
Pushing himself up a bit once he was done, Harry couldn't help but smile in amusement at her sweaty face, panting breaths, and thousand yard stare. .She had not been prepared. Holding back a chuckle at the mental reference, he rolled them over so that she was lying on top of him. He paid no mind to the mess between them, as it would soon get absorbed by the tower to feed the wards.
With the amount of sex going on here, it was simply efficient to have a secondary wardstone that fed on excess power generated by it. Not only did it make their home safer, but it also spared them from having to clean up afterwards.
Jaina noticed none of this, busy as she was catching her breath and coming down from the high of a life-changing sequence of orgasms. Literally life changing, Harry had checked. The pleasure overload technically caused brain damage, insofar as neurological changes in response to extreme experiences can be considered brain damage.
Usually he wouldn't go so hard on a new girl, but he really didn't want Jaina chickening out and forcing him to chase her again. As fun as that would be, he wasn't going to let her be dumb about it. Plus, he gave it 80-90% odds that she was going to get pregnant from this. Baby-trapping might usually be a woman's technique, but he had no problem employing it himself.
Smiling in amusement at the thought, Harry held her close, running his fingers along her back and delighting in the little shiver it elicited.
His intention was to let her fall asleep and wake her up for round two in a few hours if she did, but Jaina was enough of a fighter that she would never let herself drift off in an unfamiliar situation. With a forceful shake of her head, she threw off the siren call of sleep and raised her head to look at him.
Harry grinned at her. "Welcome back."
Red crept up her cheeks and her head thunked back onto his chest with an exasperated sigh. "Can you at least be a big enough man to not gloat about finally getting me into bed?"
"Darling, you wound me." He grinned wider. "Can a man not be happy to have caught himself a wife?"
Jaina jerked up, visibly startled. "You were serious about that?"
"Of course." Harry raised an eyebrow in the most 'duh' expression he could give. "What, did you think I was going to lose interest after the chase ended?"
It would be extremely unusual for her to think that. She didn't have a history of one night stands and neither did he. The only thing that could have damaged her sense of self-worth so badly was her family and homeland's scorn, along with the guilt of letting her father die, but that should have nothing to do with her appeal as a woman. Then again, women were notorious for cross-connecting all sorts of mental wires. He would have to investigate. And, now that she was his, he had the right to meddle in her personal affairs, meaning that he could get started on fixing things with the new in-laws. Jaina might have been willing to silently endure their hatred, but they would find him much more annoying to deal with.
Jaina clearly had no good answer to give, so she dodged sideways. "Are you sure this is a good idea, though? I'd feel like an intruder into your family…"
"Excuse me, but have you even met Luna?" Harry deadpanned. This was really starting to look like he'd missed something big.
Jaina was good at putting up a front. Everything from her attitude to her choice of clothing projected confidence. It was only when she was half-drunk and horny that a crack showed, and what a crack it was.
He'd known that her tolerance of his advances had been at least partially motivated by a subconscious desire to not lose his attention, but he thought the source of that was pure loneliness, rather than being mixed in with the pain of being cut off from her family and a damaged sense of personal self-worth from letting her father get himself killed. If that really was the case, as he now suspected, then it was no wonder that her relationship with Kalecgos never went anywhere. The silly girl had probably been mentally sabotaging herself every step of the way without even realizing it and the new Aspect of Magic wouldn't have the right kind of experience to see it.
Oh well, the dragon's loss was his gain. Kalecgos would definitely be a bit put out after learning that Jaina had jumped into bed with him as soon as they broke it off, but he really was not equipped to play therapist for a human.
Any ethics board would sooner classify Harry as a sociopathic manipulator than a therapist, but what did they know? Ethics boards were government things and anything run by the government was unethical by default, invalidating their claims.
"Alright, but what about the others?" Jaina conceded some ground, but didn't give up the fight.
"They already think of you as one of them." Harry assured, rolling them back over so that he was on top of her. Leaning down to give her a kiss, his tone dropped a few octaves. "Besides, you'll soon be carrying my child. You think I'll just let you go?"
Panic flooded her face as she remembered. "The Moonshine! You planned this?!"
"I took advantage of an opportunity." He corrected, nudging her legs apart. "Now let's make sure it takes, hmm? That sexy belly of yours would look even more beautiful if it was round and pregnant."
Jaina sputtered and blushed, but didn't put up much of a fight.
XXXXX
Azeroth had always been a chaotic world, but its default state was not 'constantly on the brink of apocalypse' despite what it looked like in the aftermath of Medivh opening the Dark Portal. That exciting set of dominoes had finally run its course and things settled a bit after the Lich King was felled.
Of course, there were still power hungry mages, ambitious warlords, idiot nobles, rampaging elementals, conniving demons, random monster attacks, bizarre magical phenomena, Void corruption, Light-addled zealots, and so on, but there were no more active and immediate threats to the planet and its world soul.
There was still Azshara, but the ancient naga empress was easy enough to distract. She had no timetable to work on and took things very slow, allowing herself to be diverted without much fuss. Harry had no doubt that she was trying to figure out dimensional travel on her own, but if wasn't really his problem if she succeeded, so he felt no urgent need to stop her.
The Burning Legion was a problem that took a couple of decades to deal with. Despite their penchant for infiltrating via nathrezim dreadlords and unscrupulous mages, they had no experience with issues such as rampant drug problems. Warpstone addiction spread through their ranks rapidly, especially as Harry continued to refine the substance to cause higher highs and lower lows, as well as touching up the Warpstone Bloom to grow more rapaciously in fel-contaminated environments. The Burning Legion's endless crusade stumbled as their soldiers became drug-addicted wrecks.
That was how Harry learned of the so-called 'Grand Army of the Light' and its stated mission to fight the Burning Legion at every turn. He could only facepalm at the most egregious display of 'Light-blindness' in the universe.
What's that? There's a vast demonic army burning down the universe, led by an insanely powerful corrupted titan, and they can only be killed on their home turf? Let's fight them head on!
Morons.
Still, they made for a good distraction.
Connected to the ultimate demise of the Burning Legion was Maiev Shadowsong going a bit axe-crazy. Tyrande and Malfurion had, after much debate, reached out to what few remnants of the Highborne still persisted in hidden enclaves on Kalimdor. The reconciliation was cautious, but seemed promising as both sides had learned that maybe they'd both gone too extreme with their views.
The ancient warden had not liked that at all, and took it upon herself to fix the problem by becoming a serial killer. She was quickly caught, managing only a handful of kills, because she hadn't been particularly quiet with her opinions. Interrogation and investigation determined that Maiev was quite insane, leaving Tyrande and Malfurion little choice but to execute her. Much of her order had to be purged as well, because they weren't all that mentally sound either and fought to free their leader.
Apparently, spending ten thousand years underground, guarding magic-crazed Highborne mages plus one Illidan Stormrage, had done quite a number on their psyches.
Harry took the opportunity created by that bit of chaos to infiltrate their vaults and steal the Sargerite Key, along with Illidan's corpse. Once the Burning Legion was sufficiently weakened by Warpstone addiction and distracted by the Grand Army of the Light, he resurrected the half-demon and proposed to help him storm the Burning Throne.
Illidan agreed without hesitation as soon as he confirmed that Harry was being straight with him. It took him a while to gather a force of Illidari that had scattered into hiding on Draenor and train them up to snuff. Harry equipped them with the finest weapons and armor, but didn't participate in the action himself. He was a dad now and had responsibilities. The Illidari didn't much mind being used like that and stormed the Burning Legion's final stronghold gleefully. There they freed the souls of the Pantheon, who went on to spank the surprised Sargeras and imprison his autistic ass. Illidan volunteered to act as a warden for the Dark Titan, neatly taking himself off the board.
Sargeras never had a chance to get near Azeroth, due to his agents being vigilantly hunted down and killed. He would have eventually been able to get to it the conventional way, via space travel, but that would have taken many thousands of years yet. Not only did travel through the void of space take time even for titans, but Sargeras was old. The ten thousand years since the first demonic invasion of Azeroth probably felt like an eyeblink to him.
During this time of relative peace, the Horde… encountered issues. The Tauren were fine, not really being all that aggressive despite their size. The Darkspear trolls were more quarrelsome, but didn't cause big waves. The blood elves, however, very quietly walked out on them. They even stopped calling themselves blood elves, as the shame associated with Kael'thas lingered on the name, eventually settling on 'sun elves' as they'd been humbled too much to not see 'high elves' as pretentious. With no threat that they needed allies to survive, they focused all their efforts on rebuilding their ruined nation and recovering their numbers. There was no dramatic announcement, just increasing distance over the years.
Thrall abdicated his position soon after the fall of the Lich King and went to Draenor to see about soothing the spirits of the ruined world, leaving the Horde in the hands of Drannosh Saurfang. The younger Saurfang was a charismatic leader, a mighty warrior and had his head screwed on straight, with firm (and accurate) ideas about honor. The orcs loved him, but they were still a bunch of violence addicted brutes.
Harry worked out an arrangement with Drannosh for sending the hotheads to put down problems, either on Azeroth or Draenor. They never realized that they were being used as disposable muscle, even as their numbers dwindled.
The orcs also suffered economic and infrastructure problems, as their lack of lumber started being an issue. There was a push to create another big orc settlement in Garadar on Draenor, which was considerably more hospitable than Durotar. Over time, the new city began eclipsing Orgrimmar in prosperity and population.
It took over a century and careful PR management on Harry's part, but the Horde eventually dwindled in power until it couldn't hope to seriously contest the Alliance on Azeroth.
Finally having some free time away from apocalypse level disasters, Harry was able to focus on mastering the Forge of Wills and the Forge of Origination, after he tracked it down and took control of it. The Pantheon was a bit dubious about letting a mortal do such a thing, but they did owe him one for helping to get them out of Sargeras' clutches, so they 'officially' appointed him to the task after being convinced to their satisfaction that he meant no harm to the nascent world soul, and gave him some instruction on the use of their arcane technology.
It took him nearly two thousand years to fully form Azeroth's body and spirit, the infant titan having sunk into a deeper slumber now that she wasn't constantly under threat, but she was at last ready to leave her cradle.
XXXXX
Harry was back in Ulduar, waiting for what might be the most momentous occasion in Azeroth's history – the birth of its titan.
His family was behind him. Not all of them, not nearly. It had been two thousand years, after all. That was more than enough time for his kids to reach adulthood and make their own lives, even the super long-lived ones. These days, his descendants were scattered across hundreds of planets all over the universe, thanks to advances in portal magics and the Twisting Nether being considerably less demon-infested.
Luna's kids all came out with an affinity for Elune. Some stayed on Azeroth, while others went about playing missionary. These days it was the largest religion in the known universe. Harry had never expected to be proud of his kids for something like that, but Elune was an acceptable deity.
His children with Colette did something similar, amusingly enough. A couple of them established the Church of Sacred Shadow on Azeroth, which had been the source of no end of diplomatic problems with the Church of Holy Light. It took quite a bit of fast-talking and more than a few swats over the head to prevent religious wars, but after a few centuries they had learned to live with each other.
His half-elven kids with Arko and Jessir had ended up becoming leaders of Azeroth's half-elf population. With all the elven subraces becoming less isolated after all the wars, there had been a lot of half-elves born, enough that that they got the idea to emigrate to an empty world and establish a half-elven village. That village then grew into its own nation as they interbred and coalesced into a single people instead of being hybrids. Harry had been quite fascinated by the process.
Jaina's offspring were prominent both in the Kirin Tor and in Kul Tiras, as her younger brother had gladly surrendered his position as heir as soon as Harry's efforts to get the Proudmoore family to reconcile was successful. Immortality made succession a bit problematic, but it was such a common problem on Azeroth that it wasn't too bad.
Harry's children with Sacrolash and Alythess were a hilarious headache for Velen and his draenei. They insisted on calling themselves eredar, taking the ancient name of their people back from the Burning Legion. They were also much more fruitful than the draenei and had already overtaken them in numbers. At the rate they were going, it would be the eredar reabsorbing the draenei through sheer weight of numbers. A cultural victory.
The dragon babies with Aurastrasza stayed with the Red Dragonflight, but Alexstrasza frequently found a use for them as ambassadors to the mortal races, as it was something they excelled at.
The next largest group at this event were the Keepers and their servants, having taken back control of Ulduar long ago. After them were the various faction leaders. Long lifespans meant that Tyrande, Malfurion, Velen, and Lor'themar Theron were still around, but the others were different. Notably, there were no orcs, the brutish race having been long ago incentivized to relocate to some other planet, but the other races formerly of the Horde were present.
By far the most polarizing and tension-inducing person present was Azshara. Harry had never been able to determine if the obscenely talented bitch had ever figured out dimensional travel and was mucking about the multiverse while using her underwater kingdom as a base. He had determined that she had definitely figured out how to navigate this universe via portals, so it wasn't a stretch.
Still, nobody was fighting, even if Tyrande and Malfurion were as tense as virgins in a whorehouse at her presence.
In the central plaza there was a large egg, blue with veins of purple running across it. Immensely powerful magic radiated from it. The Primordial Egg. It had taken a Fidelius to conceal its power, and even then any mage attuned enough to the world was still able to sense how the planet's energies and the power of the cosmos flowed into seemingly nothing. Only now, at the last moment was the secrecy spell lifted, allowing pretty much any mage in the world to sense it.
Naturally, Ulduar's main square had enough heavy ordinance aimed at it to glass a small country, not even counting the combatants present, to discourage any ideas about stealing the egg and draining power from it. *Cough* Azshara *cough*. The square was also warded to hell and back, and booby-trapped with a truly insane amount of explosives both esoteric and mundane. Nobody was touching the egg.
Titans weren't even supposed to hatch from eggs, not literally, but their usual method either cracked the planet open like one or sucked the life out of it as they manifested. Harry had instead worked to slowly manifest Azeroth inside the Primordial Egg, using the Forge of Wills to shape her sentience so that she would value the life upon her cradle, and the Forge of Origination to shape her body into something less absurdly huge. She would still be able to change her form at will later, but her default would not break open the planet.
Nobody was sure of the exact moment of hatching, so they ended up standing around for several hours, but eventually something started happening. The glowing purple veins of the eggs dimmed first, then the sheen of the rest of the shell. A crack appeared at the top and slowly zigzagged its way downwards.
Finally, the egg broke open and its two halves fell apart. Curled into fetal position within, a large figure floated in the air.
Slowly uncoiling, the newborn titan set her feet on the ground, making the earth shudder from the sheer power of her presence. Although Harry had painstakingly worked to make Azeroth smaller than planet sized, she was still over fourteen feet tall.
The rest of her appearance he had deliberately not influenced, simply letting her draw it from the life teeming on her cradle.
Her skin was blue, that was the first thing that anyone noticed. The second was the glowing spiral 'tattoo' that took the place of her belly button. It was a clear representation of the Maelstrom that raged in the middle of the planet's oceans, and Harry instinctively knew that the eternal whirlpool that used to be the Well of Eternity was likely going to peter out in the future.
The next thing that drew attention was the small tusks poking out from her lower lip, much like a troll would have. Her face had an elven elegance to it, but lacked the extremely long ears and eyebrows. Both were still sharp and pointed, but not to the same degree. Her body proportions, likewise, seemed to straddle the midway point between troll and elf, though her hands were five-fingered.
Her hair was a much deeper blue than her skin, partially held up in a top knot by a golden cuff and partially left to flow freely. The only thing she wore was a bikini top, loincloth, bracers, and shoulder pads, all of it decorative and done in shades of blue and gold – the colors of azerite. Similarly blue and gold feathers – that gleamed like metal but moved like real ones – further decorated her hands and hips.
It made sense that she looked like this. Trolls and the elves made from them by Elune were the true natives of the planet. Pretty much all other races were either a former titan creation or foreigners. By the very nature of their existence, a titan draws its form and spirit from the cradle which nurtured it.
Harry looked into her almost painfully brightly glowing eyes and grinned happily. "My baby girl is all grown up, and she's so beautiful! I'm so proud!"
He could almost feel all the people behind him either tensing or resisting the urge to sigh. They had specifically asked him to not refer to the newborn titan as 'his baby girl' which was reason enough to do it.
Azeroth smiled back, showing off her tusks and pointy canines. Somehow, she arranged the sharp and seemingly unwieldy orthodontia into an expression that was downright artistic. "My Guardian and Speaker. I thank you for your long and faithful service."
Everyone could feel the restrained power in her words, how she held back to keep them from booming across the entire world.
"It was my pleasure." Harry spoke honestly. The corruption or destruction of such a beautiful being was not something he could ever allow.
"I must go now to join the rest of my kind in the greater cosmos." The titan said, sticking her fingers into the mini-Maelstrom on her bells. When she drew them out, she was holding what looked like a small star between them. "But before I go, a reward for you, for the task you took upon yourself without being asked."
Harry's eyes locked on the fragment of primordial magic being offered to him. It was a priceless gift, infinite power for all intents and purposes, at least as long as he didn't start playing in a much higher weight class. With that, he would be able to go even into dimensions that would otherwise not have enough magic to sustain his existence, because the power would come from within. It was the freedom to go anywhere and do anything, within a measure of reason.
A humble and virtuous man would turn it down, believing that man was not meant to have such power. Fortunately, Harry was not that stupid. Even if he had gone into this Guardian and Speaker gig of his own will and without necessarily expecting a payoff at the end, that didn't meant he hadn't hoped for it. And Azeroth knew this.
Anyone even vaguely magic sensitive could sense the potential in that little spark. He heard scales shifting and knew that Azshara must be furiously thinking of a way to claim it for herself. For once in her life, she wouldn't be getting what she wanted, however.
"My body is ready!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms wide in invitation.
Azeroth's lips quirked in amusement as she stepped forward and pressed the spark of magic to his chest. It sank inside, moving past the flesh and sinking into his soul.
Harry's breath caught and he forgot to breathe. The feeling was more powerful than anything he'd ever felt. All the powerful magic he had worked in his life paled in comparison. He felt more like a god than when he had actually been a god.
"Whooo, what a rush!" He gasped, bending over and staring down at his hand as he clenched it into a fist a few times. The tiny, miniscule motion felt like it was dragging the whole world behind it. He felt like he could grip the air and pull the atmosphere off the planet as easily as pulling a sheet off a bed.
He wouldn't do it, obviously. That would be dumb. Still, getting used to having this level of power would take some time.
"Farewell." Azeroth said and turned her head towards the skies, preparing to leave.
"Not without a goodbye hug!" Luna interjected, launching herself forward and glomping the newborn titan. "You're family and family doesn't just leave like that!"
There were exclamations of shock from some people who still hadn't figured out how she rolled.
Azeroth blinket, looking down at the limpet attached to her waist. Although a very big woman by human standards, Luna was only half her size. Finally chuckling, the reached down to pet the millennia old witch on the head. "Of course, how silly of me."
Luna nodded firmly, making a noise of satisfaction. Then she stepped back and looked up with the firm eyes of a mother impressing something important upon her children. "Take good care of yourself, okay?"
"I will." The being of phenomenal cosmic power humored her, then began to rise into the air. "Goodbye."
"Bye!" Harry and Luna waved as the titan rapidly vacated the planet. Her size increased exponentially once she was past the atmosphere, taking up the entire skyline.
And then she was gone.
Harry kept looking up for a moment longer, then he turned his smuggest, most self-satisfied expression towards Azshara.
The naga queen had a perfectly blank mask up, but he knew that she had to be seething with envy. She had always been power-hungry, so seeing a gift like that go to someone else had to be burning her something fierce. He would be very surprised if this didn't light a fire under her ass, and not just because he had suddenly become a very serious threat to her.
But for now, he just wrapped his arm around Luna and walked back to the rest of his girls. They were all in various states of terrified/scandalized, having never quite developed the skill to be irreverent in the face of overwhelming power.
"How about we go on vacation?" Harry suggested. "I can finally leave this planet, our kids are all grown up, and I'm suddenly feeling a whole lot of wanderlust."