Metal and Magic (Ch. 43) (Patreon)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

Metal and Magic 

Chapter 43

It was a lazy day at Jane’s house. The curtains on the bedroom windows were closed, and the TV was quietly running in the background. Jane lay on her side, half-draped over Harry’s body. His arm possessively held her around her waist, and his hand massaged her bare breast. He sometimes teased it with slow, gentle squeezes, and other times he greedily groped it, making her gasp against his mouth. They kissed long and passionately without speaking. The sexual tension between them was thick, and Jane wondered when he was going to flip her onto her back, fuck her, and make her cum again. She really hoped it would be soon. 

Harry was completely nude, and Jane had a grand time exploring every muscle in his stomach and chest. When Jane finally pulled back to breathe, their sweaty bodies had stuck together at the chest and hip. She giggled and peeled herself away just long enough to drag her tongue across his stubbly jaw. He shivered and pulled her tighter.

Down below, Jane heard a muffled, wet sound. Jane glanced down and saw a mane of dark, messy hair shifting between Harry’s spread legs. Darcy had claimed the lower half of his body. Her ass was pointed straight up, like a cat in heat. Her legs were crossed at the ankle, and her bare feet bounced playfully. Jane had to admit that Darcy was a sight to behold. Every few seconds a deep moan vibrated up through Darcy’s throat. Jane watched Harry’s thick cock slide in and out of Darcy’s mouth. She took it so deep that the girl’s lips stretched tight around the base, and her throat bulged with each swallow.

Harry groaned from Darcy’s loving ministrations. He reached down and threaded his fingers in Darcy’s hair. He guided her gentle bobs until she was swallowing the whole damn thing. Jane was completely mesmerized by the sight, and she wondered if she would ever be able to take his cock that deep. Sometimes Darcy pulled completely off, giggled, and smacked the wet tip of Harry’s cock against her cheek before diving back down. Jane wondered how Darcy took him so deep without gagging. She must have learned the trick in college, along with her encyclopedic knowledge of skin care and alcohol.

Jane kept her eyes on Darcy and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have that same cock all the way down her throat. Would she be able to handle it? Probably not at the moment, Jane honestly thought. Still, it would be fun to try. She squirmed against the sheets, suddenly feeling very horny. Harry noticed, and he squeezed her breast harder. He then bent his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Jane gasped as his tongue wiggled around and over her stiff, crinkled bead. The pleasure shot straight down to her pussy, and her toes curled. She reached down with her free hand, found her clit already swollen and throbbing, and rubbed it in rhythm with Darcy’s bobs.

“You two really know how to drive a man wild,” Harry said through his groans. Jane flushed with pride, and she arched her back to press her nipple deeper into his mouth. Darcy smiled around the girth of his cock, and her eyes crinkled with mischief. She pulled back, gave his bloated sack a big smooch, then she sank down again. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder.

Out of nowhere, a warning blared through the television, which made all three of them jump. A local news anchor appeared on screen after the warning stopped. He began talking about breaking news, high winds, and a local brush fire. Jane reached for the remote and turned up the volume. As she did, Harry reached between her legs and teasingly rolled her clit. Jane’s eyes fluttered, and she moaned. Darcy popped off Harry’s cock and grinned up at Jane. “It sounds like someone’s getting excited about the news,” she said, giggling as she wiggled her tongue over the tip of his head. 

Jane groaned as if she were about to say something sarcastic, but the television cut her off. “A brush fire is burning near the northern hills. It’s being fanned by strong winds,” the anchor announced over dramatic music. “Firefighters urge all residents to remain cautious, stay indoors, and prepare to evacuate if necessary.”

For a moment nobody spoke. Jane looked at Harry and saw that he had gone still. She could feel his muscles tense under her palm. Darcy stopped bouncing her feet and sat up. She fluffed her hair, not caring that her big, perfect tits were bouncing around. She couldn’t help but look down and stare at Harry’s cock, which stood thick and veined between his thighs.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Harry said. He stared at the screen, but his hand remained between Jane’s legs. “This is my night off,” he complained. 

Jane rolled onto her back, and his hand fell away from her pussy. She was annoyed at having her fun interrupted, but mostly she was worried. They lived in a small town with an even smaller volunteer fire department. “Is it near here?” she asked, feeling nervous. 

Harry nodded. He was already sitting up and reaching for the jeans he had left balled up on the floor. “They wouldn’t break in unless it was close. The hills aren’t far from here.”

Darcy pouted but didn’t complain. Instead, she crawled up the bed and flopped down next to Jane. Both of them watched Harry fumble into his jeans. He then pulled on his T-shirt and boots. He hadn’t explained what he was going to do, but both girls knew of the heroics he and Tony Stark would often get up to. His cock had softened only slightly, and the outline of it still pressed thickly against the denim. Jane looked worried while Darcy stared at his bulge with open hunger. 

“Are you going to be okay?” Jane asked, trying to keep the worry out of her voice.

Harry smirked. “I’ll be fine. I just wasn’t planning on saving anyone tonight.” He looked at Jane and Darcy, taking in the wet sheen on Darcy’s lips and the way Jane’s thighs were still parted. “You two are gonna owe me big time when I get back.”

Darcy rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “You say that like we wouldn’t have done it anyway.” She spread her legs for him, showing off her flushed, wet slit. 

Harry chuckled and crossed the room to the bed. He leaned over and kissed Jane hard and rough, which made her moan against his lips. He then did the same to Darcy, and her talented tongue immediately slipped between his lips. After a few sexy seconds, they finally split. “You two can start without me. It’ll motivate me to come home faster,” he teased. Jane shivered while Darcy giggled.

Harry grabbed his keys and phone from the nightstand, kissed both of them again, and quickly left the bedroom. Jane and Darcy lay in silence for a few seconds, listening to the distant rumble of his Jeep as he peeled out of the driveway.

Darcy sighed. “Men,” she said, making it sound like both a complaint and a compliment.

Jane didn’t answer. She was too busy thinking about whether she should be worried about the fire, or about Harry, or about what they were supposed to do now that he was gone. The scent of sex still hung thick in the air, and Jane’s pussy was still wet and ready for action. 

Then Darcy rolled over, pressed her body against Jane’s, and nipped her earlobe. “Well, if we can’t have him, we can at least have each other.” Her hand slid down Jane’s stomach and over her smooth mound. Her fingers quickly found the wet slit between her thighs without hesitation.

The television droned on about the disaster and emergency responders while Darcy’s mouth found Jane’s. Their kiss was soft and eager, and Jane’s fingers curled into Darcy’s thick hair as the other woman settled between her spread legs. As nice as this was, Jane really wanted Harry to hurry back. 

Metal and Magic

Harry drove down the street with the window cracked, and the first thing he noticed was the smell. He had smelled smoke earlier in the day, but it was very faint. He thought someone nearby was burning branches in a pit or something. Now, the smell of smoke was much stronger, and it actually made everything seem a bit hazy. He turned the radio on, hoping for an update, but all he got was the same warning. 

He turned the corner onto his block, slowed as he approached his house, and rolled up into the driveway. The neighborhood was full of people standing outside, nervously talking. There was a haze right at roof level, and the sky above had gone from bright blue to a whitish gray in less than an hour. He wondered if the fire was getting closer, or if this was just the wind pushing all the smoke in from the hills.

He hustled up his front walk and slipped into the house. He went straight to the bedroom and yanked open his closet. The suitcase was on the top shelf. He tugged it down and carried it back downstairs. He was about to leave when Thor came in from the backyard. 

He was in jeans and a t-shirt, and he had a somber look about him. “You are aware of the conflagration?”

“Yeah, I was just about to go up there and help,” Harry said. “If left unchecked, the fire could spread to this town.”

Thor puffed up his chest. “Though my powers are gone, my courage remains unquenched. I will accompany you, Harrold, the Potter. The fire may take my hair and my dignity, but it shall not take this neighborhood.”

Harry tried not to chuckle at the thought of a bald Thor. “I shall endeavor to be useful, even if I must resort to stomping embers or carrying the children of this street to safety upon my mighty back.”

Harry snorted. “Don’t go around grabbing children. That’s a fast way to get the cops called. But seriously, if you want to bail, I can handle this myself.”

Thor shook his head. “It is my solemn duty to assist. If you must face death, you shall not do so alone.”

Harry grinned despite himself, put the case on the ground, and activated it. Within seconds, the pieces of black and chrome armor were attaching themselves to him and locking into place.

Thor watched, wide-eyed. “I have not beheld such a spectacle in many years. That is an armor fit for the king of Asgard.”

Harry flexed his arms and rolled his shoulders back as the faceplate snapped down. He could already feel the software booting up, and the HUD flickered to life behind his eyes. 

Jarvis greeted Harry in his helmet with a polite, “Good evening, sir,” and before Harry could even respond, the AI was already pulling data from local news, satellite feeds, and emergency band radio. The HUD filled with lines of text and a map, which showed the fire chewing its way down the desert in real time. Harry didn’t even have to ask for a report. Jarvis was already on it. 

“Current wind speed has increased to twenty-eight miles per hour,” Jarvis said. “The fire front is approximately three kilometers long, and it is advancing at a rate of thirty meters per minute. At this pace, Puente Antiguo will be overtaken within three hours unless the wind changes direction or the fire is otherwise contained.”

Harry whistled under his breath. He had hoped for more time, but three hours would have to do. He didn’t want to think about how fast their house, or anyone else’s, would go up if the fire actually reached them.

“Jarvis, patch in to the local fire command. Tell them to expect help, and see if you can get a live feed from their chopper,” Harry said as he walked out onto the back deck.

“Already on it, sir.”

Thor followed him out, squinting at the sky and at the brownish clouds gathering above the hills. He looked very human, and also very much like a Viking warlord preparing for battle. Harry almost told him to stay back, but he could see that nothing would change Thor’s mind. 

Harry ignored the nerves in his gut, kicked the boot thrusters to minimum lift, and hovered a few feet above the deck. He rose a bit higher and looked down at Thor, who was staring up at him in wonder. 

“Do you want a ride, or what?” Harry amusedly asked.

Thor frowned. “Shall I grasp your mighty legs?”

Harry laughed. “Nah, just stand there.”

He pointed his palm at Thor and focused his magic. Then Thor’s shirt billowed, and he shot straight up with his arms and legs flailing. “By the gods!” Thor howled. He twisted in midair, then remembered to act dignified and tried to strike a pose, but it didn’t work.

Harry chuckled and rocketed upward. They hovered over the roof for a moment while Jarvis plotted the fastest route through the air. He could see little pinpricks of orange out over the hills now, and the smoke was thicker than ever. Harry pointed, and Thor nodded grimly. Harry then put a Bubblehead Charm over Thor’s head. 

“It’ll let you breathe when we’re in the smoke. I think there’s going to be a lot of it,” Harry told him, and they blasted forward in tandem. The suit’s inertial dampers took the worst of the acceleration, but Thor got absolutely nothing. He tumbled behind Harry like a helium balloon on a string.

They cleared the neighborhood in seconds. Below, people milled around in their driveways, pointing up and taking pictures with their phones. The further they went, the more unreal it became. The smoke made the town hard to see, and flashes of red and blue lights glimmered down the main road. Jarvis kept up with a running commentary, giving him wind direction, evacuation orders, and the location of every fire truck and water tanker in a ten-mile radius.

“Command has established a perimeter at the end of Highway 50. Local evacuations are underway. I recommend establishing a direct firebreak between the canyon and the first row of homes,” Jarvis said.

“Got it,” Harry said. He checked his rear display to make sure Thor hadn’t drifted off. Thor was less than ten feet away, but he looked like he was riding an invisible horse and trying not to hurl.

“How are you doing, Thor?” Harry said through the suit’s speakers.

“I have been better,” Thor said. “The air here is most foul, and I am not accustomed to this manner of flight. I prefer using Mjolnir for my airborne battles.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Harry said, and he punched the thrusters harder.

Dry scrubland gave way to a maze of deep arroyos and rocky outcrops, and the fire was visible even in the daylight. An orange, fiery snake curled through the hillsides, burning everything in its path. They could see fire trucks parked along the ridge, and a line of exhausted firefighters used shovels and pickaxes to clear the brush.

“Sir, I am registering a distress signal from a vehicle in the evacuation zone. Local authorities have not yet been able to respond. I am patching you into the footage now,” Jarvis said. 

A tiny window overlaid the HUD, and video from a news chopper came into view. A silver Jeep with large, off-road wheels was tipped on its side in a steep patch of scrub and stone. It was several hundred yards off the nearest road. Harry watched the feed as the camera zoomed slightly, showing four figures near the crash. The man was struggling to right the Jeep by sheer force. Beside him, a woman helped to try and flip the vehicle back onto its wheels. Nearby, two kids clung to each other in the shadow of a boulder.

“It looks like they rolled it while making a run for it,” Harry muttered. He saw no sign of fire near the Jeep yet, but the smoke was so thick that visibility beyond the first ridge was almost down to zero. 

“The vehicle is located at the coordinates I am marking on your map. All major access roads are already closed by fire response. The terrain is impassable by standard rescue equipment. Air evacuation is not possible at present due to thermal updrafts,” Jarvis informed him. 

The waypoint blinked in on Harry’s HUD. The map zoomed in, highlighted a red dot, and drew a projected line of the advancing fire. The Jeep and its occupants were in the direct path, with less than forty minutes before the flames reached them. He angled his body toward Thor, who had recovered enough composure to at least look heroic as they flew.

“There’s a family stuck a few clicks north,” Harry shouted over the wind. “They rolled their vehicle, and rescuers can’t reach them.”

Thor grimaced at the news. “Then we must rescue them before the fire claims their lives!”

Harry nodded, then asked Jarvis to relay their ETA to local first responders. They shot over the ridge, and the air suddenly grew hotter. Down below, Harry could see dark ash blowing in the howling wind. Harry throttled his thrusters and adjusted his trajectory to bleed off speed. Thor followed, beside him.

The waypoint quickly neared, and Harry spotted the Jeep and its desperate occupants just before the smoke swallowed the scene. He dropped to twenty feet above the ground and hovered. All four down below looked up with widening eyes. 

“Thor, I’m going to set you down here. Lead the family to safety while I create a firebreak to buy you guys some time,” Harry told him. 

Thor didn’t argue. “I will do as you ask, Harrold the Potter!” Thor looked in all directions until he found the safest route out of the danger zone. 

“Be careful,” Harry said, and then he pointed his palm at Thor.

Thor slowly lowered until his boots touched the rocky ground. The family froze at the sight of a bearded giant in a t-shirt and jeans dropping to the earth like a Norse deity. Harry didn’t stick around. The fire was closing in fast. He rocketed away, heading straight for the inferno. 

The wall of fire writhed and roared as it devoured the desert, and the heat shimmered so violently that Harry’s HUD began to glitch out. The suit’s temperature warnings flared in the corner of his visor. Harry hurtled toward the edge of the inferno, punching through smoke so thick that he couldn’t even see where he was flying. Updrafts battered the suit, and Harry dipped and rolled to keep control. Directly below him was the fire, stretching from horizon to horizon, and he realized the wind was about to shift and sweep it farther and faster. There wasn’t time to think.

The Elder Wand materialized in the palm of his armored hand. The contrast was almost comical. He had the world’s most advanced armor on his body and a simple rod of wood in his hand. Both would be used to fight this inferno. Harry gritted his teeth and slashed the wand at the ground ahead of the fire line.

The desert rippled as if an earthquake erupted deep in the earth’s mantle. Sand and rock buckled in three separate shockwaves, and a massive fissure split open along the fire line. The earth rose and folded up in a row of giant, overlapping ridges. For an instant Harry thought he’d overdone it. The nearest ridge was a fifty-foot-high rolling embankment of sandstone and red dirt, but it did the job. The flames crashed into the new barrier and exploded upward. Suddenly starved of fuel, they curled down and died out. The roar cut to a hiss.

Jarvis chimed in. “I am registering a significant drop in air temperature and particulate density. Your firebreak appears to be effective, sir, but the fire is still raging in other places. I’m marking it on your map.”

Harry let out a relieved sigh. He swept back and made several more passes. Using his wand, he drenched the ground so embers wouldn’t reignite the brush.

By the time he looped back to check on Thor and the stranded family, the smoke had begun to clear. Harry saw them scrambling up the nearest slope. Thor was leading the way with the kids tucked under his massive arms. The parents tiredly scrambled behind him and waved thanks at Harry as he appeared. Harry hovered for a moment to make sure they were safe. “Jarvis, contact the first responders and let them know that they’re safe and headed back toward the road.”

“I already have, sir,” Jarvis informed him. 

From above the ridge, Harry saw the news chopper holding position at the fireline. He didn’t have to guess what kind of coverage he was getting. Jarvis had patched him into the live feed, and every angle of his pyrotechnics was being beamed directly to a million living rooms.

Miles away, Jane and Darcy were still in Jane’s bed, and their eyes were glued to the news feed. They were both naked, and the room smelled of wet pussy. Darcy’s hand was between Jane’s legs, lazily stroking her damp folds. 

The news anchors had run out of words and were now just watching the footage like everyone else. They watched in awe as Harry’s suit zipped back and forth, sculpting the desert by force of will. Jane watched with trembling hands. Her fingers were locked in Darcy’s hair as she kissed her inner thigh. Jane had never seen anyone perform such feats. It was incredible. 

“My god,” Jane gasped as she watched, and her hips rocked in little circles as Darcy’s tongue teased her skin. 

On the screen, a close-up caught Harry’s silhouette with smoke billowing around him as a mile of burning scrub simply blinked out of existence. Jane shuddered, and she whimpered as her pussy suddenly began to throb. Darcy grinned at her reaction. She was as transfixed by Jane’s face as by the news.

“Damn, that boy’s hot,” Darcy said.

Jane wholeheartedly agreed. She leaned back into the pillow, gasping, and Darcy moved her hand to Jane’s upper thigh. She brushed her thumb over Jane’s leaking slit and flicked her clit. Harry’s heroics and Darcy’s fingers were too much to handle, and Jane’s resolve finally cracked. 

She came with a pleasured cry, and she pushed Darcy’s head aside just in time to violently squirt across the bedroom. Pussy juice splattered across the foot of the bed and onto the TV. Darcy yelped in surprise and then started laughing, and Jane, feeling both mortified and euphoric, covered her face and shrieked.

On the TV, the chopper pilot was narrating the scene for a stunned anchor. “The fire has stopped. We’re seeing unnatural movement of the landscape. It’s almost like … like the hills are growing in real time? I’ve never seen anything like this.” 

Darcy’s face was red, and she couldn’t stop giggling at Jane. “Well, that’s one for the highlight reel,” she said, glancing from Jane’s contracting pussy to the TV and back again.

Jane peeked out from under her hands. Her juices were dripping down the TV screen, and Darcy hopped off the bed, scampered over, and wiped it off with Jane’s balled-up panties.  “Oh, god! That’s so embarrassing,” Jane managed to say through her heavy breathing.

“Hey, at least your boy toy wasn’t here to witness it,” Darcy said, tossing the wet panties away. “Maybe when he comes back, we can get him to make both of us squirt,” she teased. 

They collapsed together, giggling, while the fire line on TV receded and the reporters tried to explain the physics of what had just happened. In the control room, a panel of experts was already assembling to analyze the cause of the firebreak, but the footage kept looping, and everyone knew who had caused it. 

Jane exhaled loudly. Her pussy was still tingling as she watched Harry fly away. The threat wasn’t over. The fire still raged, and she was eager to see what he would do next.