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Harry Potter, Royal Chambers - New Camelot

Harry saw Talia with extreme amusement on his face. The assassin did not make the slightest attempt to free herself; she simply contorted her body to lift her beautiful breasts and positioned her legs in a way that her soft pussy would be visible to her husband.

Harry looked at her with lust. She was perfect, with small lips that dripped without any shame, having small spasms that briefly and provocatively revealed the sweet inside of the assassin’s womanhood.

However, the important thing at this time was not pleasure, but disciplining his mischievous assassin.

This was about control. About reminding her who she belonged to.

Her actions, while valid and justified, would bring him trouble—that was a fact. Not big problems, but annoyances he didn’t have time to deal with right now, so the Sorcerer Supreme began scheming a plan to put his wife in her place.

“You were reckless, something that is not your style, dear, and you will be reprimanded,” Harry said firmly and decisively.

And recklessness, in his domain, was never left unpunished.

Not from her, his wife.

Harry raised his hand lazily, causing one of the drawers in the room to open and a curious little object to levitate deliberately slowly toward his hand.

Talia, seeing it, couldn’t help but gasp, her beautiful eyes widening. In those olive orbs there was desire, anticipation…

But also fear and uncertainty.

“I see you recognize it,” Harry said with a smile, as he channeled magic into the special Snitch, making it come to life and begin to fly and levitate by his hand, eager to begin.

“My love, please, don’t keep me waiting, I’ll be good, I—”

Talia’s words were interrupted by the appearance of a ring gag in her mouth, silencing her and leaving her completely defenseless.

Without looking at the assassin, Harry waved his hand elegantly, calling out to his trusty Patronus.

He had a message to send, after all.

“Come to my quarters. Quickly.”

The silver stag bowed to its master and ran out the window, leaving Harry waiting for what came next.

The Sorcerer Supreme turned and looked at Talia, who had her eyes wide with curiosity, silently questioning her husband.

Harry’s response? He looked directly at the Snitch and cast a Geminio charm on it.

Suddenly, the Snitch in his hand doubled, and the resulting two were doubled once more, leaving a total of four floating and vibrant golden spheres.

Harry laughed softly as Talia opened her eyes in surprise and looked at him with uncertainty.

“I told you… that you would be reprimanded, and even though tonight I will fuck you in such a wild way that you won’t feel your legs tomorrow, it is important that you understand something,” he said seriously.

Harry then waved his hand, sending the four spheres toward different parts of Talia’s body.

Every movement was deliberate, calculated — nothing he did was ever accidental.

Two of them flew directly to her nipples, heating up and vibrating at high speed, stimulating the assassin’s already sensitive breasts.

“MMMMM—” she tried to moan, rolling her eyes as her body shuddered.

Without waiting long, Harry sent the third Snitch toward Talia’s pussy. Her delicate womanhood was already trembling, and the moment the metal touched her heated skin, she writhed with pleasure.

The Snitch began to spin rapidly, slowly ascending and descending along her slit.

Talia was practically panting, her dilated eyes looking at him pleadingly, while her hips tried—unsuccessfully—to move and generate more friction.

Harry turned his hand slowly, causing the speed of the objects to increase rapidly, making his wife squirm in near madness.

“GAAAHG—” she groaned, shaking and shuddering as the orgasm approached.

Normally, Harry wouldn’t have any problem with that.

But tonight was not about that.

It was about discipline, about dominance and control.

It was about power and power was not in giving pleasure… but in deciding when it was denied.

So, with speed and precision, Harry touched Talia’s forehead with a finger, causing a special runic cluster to appear.

It didn’t have much power and would last a couple of hours at most—but it would be the perfect lesson.

With a lazy gesture, Harry sent the last Snitch straight between her legs, pushing her to the limit.

Her chest rose irregularly, her toes curled, her back arched—

And then—

The runes activated.

The orgasm was cut off instantly.

Right at the edge.

Harry watched with amusement as Talia gasped in shock and desperation, her eyes wide as she looked at him, confused and cautious.

The king said nothing.

He simply raised an eyebrow, daring her to speak.

Seconds passed.

And then—

Understanding.

She lowered her gaze, submitting and accepting her fate.

Good, he thought. She learns quickly.

Satisfied, Harry nodded and reactivated the Snitches, restoring the overwhelming stimulation.

Right on time, his guest had arrived.

“Go ahead, Diana,” said the king, causing Talia’s eyes to widen in horror as she began to struggle—unsuccessfully—to free herself.

Wonder Woman, accompanied by none other than Zatanna, entered the room with curiosity, which turned into cruel satisfaction when she saw the pathetic state Talia was in.

The air shifted the moment she entered, her pride meeting his dominance.

“Oh damn,” said the sorceress, looking at the Sorcerer Supreme and then at his wife, falling into complete silence.

Diana didn’t say a single word. She simply walked with satisfaction toward a humiliated Talia, who raised her defiant gaze to meet a satisfied Wonder Woman.

“I guess this has to do with the death of Lex Luthor,” said the Amazon, while focusing all her attention on Harry. The Amazon recognized a lesson when she saw one.

Harry simply nodded.

“I’m not interested at all in the life of the pathetic Lex Luthor, but the way she did it attracted too much attention. There were better, much more discreet ways to do it. Her actions will give me headaches for a few weeks, dealing with the putrid world governments,” the sorcerer snapped.

Diana nodded, pleased, as she walked toward Harry, the sway of her hips more than evident, interpreting Talia’s state and the call as an invitation of a carnal nature.

And although the Amazon was right, one thing had to be made quite clear.

Harry grabbed Diana by the nape of her neck, shaking his head and bringing his face close to hers, approaching her lips. The cerulean eyes of the Amazon dilated, waiting for the imminent contact.

She expected to be desired… not restrained.

A few inches away, however, Harry stopped and spoke, his voice soft, but full of power and control.

“I will not allow problems between my women, even less with the issue of the helmet still unfinished. Tonight is a lesson for Talia, but tomorrow, both of you will train and work together, both day and night. You can maintain your rivalries and your games, but without interfering in the political affairs of my people. Understood?”

The irises of his eyes shone with magical power as he slowly undressed the Amazon, a torturous act that left Diana panting with desire.

“If any man dared to speak to me like that, I would have torn off his head,” whispered the Amazon, lust dominating her body.

Harry just smiled.

“On your knees,” he said firmly, an order that Diana obeyed instantly, kneeling before her man sensually, caressing his legs with mischievous touches, not losing eye contact for an instant.

And yet… she obeyed.

Harry’s hand moved to Diana’s hair as he focused his gaze on Zatanna, who seemed mesmerized by the carnal act.

This wasn’t just power… it was control in its purest form, the Sorcerer Supreme was setting his women straight.

All of them.

“Stay and take a place of honor among these halls, or leave and our relationship will remain cordially distant. You have until I’m done with my mischievous Amazon to decide,” Harry said, placing his manhood on Diana’s face, who inhaled his essence with fervor and need.

The choice was clear. Stay… and step into his world. Or walk away… and be left behind.

“For Hera, I had missed this,” said the Amazon, totally lost in the moment, before beginning to devour the manhood of the Sorcerer Supreme.

Harry sighed with pleasure before looking at his wife. Talia, as expected, was looking at him with supplication, trembling with desire.

Alas… this was just beginning.

Harry made a gesture and activated the Snitches again at top speed, causing his wife to squirm completely and the juices of love to begin flowing from her reddened womanhood.

The runic cluster accumulated the pleasure until Harry decided to release it, leaving Talia in a constant state of overwhelming excitement.

It would be a long… long night for his wife.

But he would make sure she learned her lesson.

One way… or another.

Superman, Downtown - Metropolis.

“Call him, he must answer for his actions!” said the secretary, now that Harry was gone, and with him, the rest of the troops of New Camelot. The spell over the military had been broken, much to Superman’s misfortune.

“Actions? Do you mean saving the city while the government army was not able to show up until the threat was fully neutralized?” said the Man of Steel with a frown, still furious at the government’s inaction.

If it weren’t for Harry’s quick intervention, their beloved city would be in ruins. They would be mourning thousands of people, not dozens, and without Harry’s intervention, the damage to the city would not have been repaired in minutes.

Of course, with the exception of Luthor Tower.

The secretary frowned and tried to step forward, fully intent on looking intimidating.

“THE REBEL STATE OF NEW CAMELOT HAS NO JURISDICTION IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! THEY HAD NO RIGHT TO—”

The man’s screams were interrupted when a tomato hit his face.

The soldiers turned, raising their weapons toward a little girl standing there, her eyes watering, trembling with fury, looking with utter contempt at the soldiers and the secretary.

“SHUT UP! The Sorcerer Supreme and his angels saved my mother! Buried under rubble, she was treated and healed! DON’T YOU DARE INSULT HIM!!” shouted the girl, while the mother in question held her little girl with difficulty, although the pride on her face was more than evident.

The secretary frowned and opened his mouth to respond, when another blow—this time a small stone—hit him on the back of the head.

“Where were you when those hellish things attacked us? WHERE WERE YOU?! It was the troops of New Camelot who defended us, DAMN TRAITOR!” shouted a man, taking another stone and throwing it at the secretary.

One by one, the civilians present transformed into an angry mob, throwing all sorts of things toward the secretary and the soldiers, as they surrounded them little by little. Now that they were safe, the severity of the situation was clear to everyone.

The government had sent soldiers not to help them.

In Washington’s plan, the people of Metropolis did not matter.

Fear had turned into anger… and anger...

“GLORY TO NEW CAMELOT!”

“GLORY TO THE SUPREME SORCERER!”

Clark watched with evident satisfaction as the soldiers were forced out of the streets, while angry citizens chased them out of the city.

“A dangerous precedent,” Batman said beside him, his face impassive, but Superman knew him well enough to detect satisfaction in his best friend’s expression.

“A fair precedent. The people of Metropolis will not forget this… I will not forget this,” said Superman with determination.

“The Joker is dead… it’s over, at last,” Batman said, and Superman could detect relief and finality in the Bat’s voice.

“Well, that way he won’t be able to hurt anyone else,” Superman said, without feeling a hint of pity for the disgusting psychopath.

“And Luthor too. He was at the top of his tower, just as the second bastion incinerated the place completely,” Batman said. This time, there was uncertainty in his voice.

But Superman…

“Well, one less problem,” he said with obvious relief, causing Batman to look at him in surprise.

And for the first time… he meant it.

“I thought that…” said the Bat, but Superman interrupted him.

“What? That I would cry and talk about second chances? No more, Batman. Almost… I almost lost Lois. My own hands almost took the life of the woman I love. Thanks to Harry, my family is complete. And Luthor… Lex was a bad apple, a sociopath who, having the ability to change the world for the better, chose instead to twist it to feed his ego. Forgive me for not mourning the death of such a man,” said the Kryptonian.

Batman fell silent, then nodded gently.

“A fair and valid opinion. I just don’t want this to become something natural for us—to murder anyone who gets in the way, even for insignificant reasons,” confessed the Bat.

“We need to talk to Harry. Determine a limit or something,” he added, to which Superman nodded gently, agreeing with his best friend.

However, before the Man of Steel could respond, a sound from the sky caught both of their attention.

“That’s a… helicopter?” Batman asked in surprise.

“It is,” Superman said, suspicious as he looked at the LexCorp symbol on the vehicle’s fuselage.

It was luxurious, with a futuristic and silent touch. It did not use blades, but rather some kind of plasma engines —clearly superior to any conventional aircraft.

With the exception of New Camelot, of course.

The vehicle landed, opening the door and revealing—

“Shit,” Superman said, instantly recognizing the woman who had descended.

Beautiful and elegant, with long legs, black hair, and blue eyes, dressed in a tailored white designer suit that probably cost what Clark Kent earned in a year.

Her high-heeled shoes struck the ground with precision as she walked decisively toward the Man of Steel, looking at him without a hint of fear.

“Miss Luthor,” said Superman.

“Superman,” Lena said, looking at the building where her brother had died without any emotion.

“We have to talk.”

It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t a request but statement.

The Man of Steel sighed.

It would be a long night.