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The Real Wizarding World Chapter Forty-Two

Hermione sat on the floor watching as Harry spanked Emma, feeling a pang of envy bordering on jealousy. It had been a week since Harry gave her the mind blowing orgasm after spanking her. She still felt her heart flutter at the thought about it. The intimacy, the sensuality, and most importantly, how right it felt to be there with Harry and Emma.

Harry hadn’t allowed her to cum since that night, but she had spent a great deal of time over his knee since. She rubbed her thighs together at the thought of it, feeling the growing dampness between her legs. Harry was so in control in those moments, an intoxicating mixture of testosterone and lust that never failed to arouse her.

She had spent a great deal of time thinking about what she wanted, and most importantly, what made her happy, setting aside her ego and her preconceptions about what she had grown up believing for the first time to really look at her life.

Being with Harry and Emma was what made her happy. She had known that for sometime already, but she understood now that she was only halfway in, straddling the line between her old and new life. She needed to decide which life she wanted. There was no way to have both. She looked up to the bed as Emma let out a gasp, writhing on Harry’s lap.

Emma preferred the more sensual aspects of getting spanked, feeling the light sting of her master’s hand on her ass, smelling Harry’s cologne as he leaned over her, and the way he caressed and fondled her body between each spank. She loved how his fingers explored her body, fingering her pussy and ass as he kept her on the edge of release, trembling with desire.

Hermione, on the other hand, preferred it when Harry was a little rougher. His spanks needed to sting a little more, leaving her ass pink and tender afterwards. She craved the smoldering intensity in his eyes, and how small she felt in his strong, powerful arms as he held her tight.

It was so in contrast to what she always believed she wanted. She couldn’t help herself, finding herself drawn to him like a moth to a flame, helpless against the pull of her desires and Harry’s unyielding dominance.

Harry had noticed that about her, and over the last week she could feel the difference in how he treated her, somehow making her even more attracted to him than she was before.

Emma let out a keening moan as Harry pinched her clit, arching her back as Harry landed a another smack to her ass. She could feel the wetness between her slick folds, dripping down her thighs as she writhed on his lap, eager for the orgasm that would follow.

She could hardly believe this was her life. Sometimes it felt more like an erotic dream than her reality. She was the willing slave of a powerful wizard. The sensuality, the eroticism, and the mind blowing sex put everything she had experienced in her old life to shame.

“Please, Master,” she begged, her voice a throaty whimper. “I can’t take much more.”

“Patience, my slave,” Harry said, landing a light smack on her ass. “You’ll cum when I allow you to, not before,” he said, returning to pumping his fingers into her overheated pussy.

“Yes… ugh! Master,” Emma groaned, thrusting back against Harry’s fingers, hoping that he wouldn’t tease her for much longer as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the orgasm he could only deliver her.

Harry held his fingers in place, landing a couple more spanks on Emma’s ass. Smack! Smack! He leaned down, tracing his tongue over her earlobe as he whispered into her ear, “fuck yourself on my fingers slave.”

Emma felt a tingle of desire shoot to her core at Harry’s whispered words as she thrust her hips back, impaling herself on Harry’s fingers, getting closer and closer to the edge. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!”

Harry smiled at Emma’s responsiveness and how eager she was to please him. ‘She deserves a reward,’ he thought after watching her for a few moments. Taking over, he thrust his fingers back into slick folds, meeting her thrusts, as he pushed his thumb into her ass as well, taking both her holes at once.

Emma’s eyes widened in delight at the feel of her master’s thumb inside her ass. She pushed her hips back further, taking more of him inside her. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted, shutting her eyes tightly as she rode the edge of her orgasm. “Please, Master, I need it! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted. “Please let me cum!!” she screamed out, her lust overriding her senses.

“Cum for me, Emma,” Harry ordered, sinking his thumb and fingers inside her as he watched her, loving the way she trembled and moaned with desire.

Emma’s mouth opened wide with a scream of ecstasy as she came, “AAAAHHHHH!” Her toes curled, her body shuddering with delight as Harry finally allowed her to cum.

She slumped over, breathing deeply as she caught her breath, pushing her hair out of her face as she rolled over. She looked up at her master adoringly. “That was incredible, Master,” she praised.

Harry smiled down at his eager slave, loving how submissive and eager to please she was. He glanced down at Hermione on the floor, seeing the lust and envy in her eyes, after watching Emma cum.

He had watched her carefully over the week and knew she was close. Any day now she would accept her place as his slave, and understand where she belonged.

Harry sat in the living room talking with Daphne the following morning as Hermione and Emma knelt at his feet. Their friends would arrive soon to swear loyalty to him, but he wanted to have one last discussion with Daphne before that.

“There’s only a few more days before the coven meeting,” Daphne said, considering Hermione and Emma’s progress.

“I know,” Harry nodded. “How are Hermione and Emma’s training going? Will they be ready in time?” He asked, knowing his plans hinged on Hermione and Emma throwing Krum off balance.

“…Almost,” Daphne replied after a moment’s thought. “But I would feel more confident with an extra few days,” she added.

“That won’t be possible.” Harry shook his head. “They need to be ready for the conclave.”

“I’ll have to increase their training time then,” Daphne replied. “But there is one more serious problem,” she said, glancing down at Hermione meaningfully. “Even with the extra lessons, I’m not sure Hermione will be ready in time. She hasn’t accepted her place as your slave, and until she does, she’s only going to be a liability to you.”

“What are you suggesting?” Harry asked, hoping Daphne would have a solution to his problem.

“I think it’s obvious,” Daphne replied bluntly. “Don’t bring her with you. You can do what you need with just Emma. They look enough alike that Krum won’t be able to tell them apart.”

Harry sighed, understanding Daphne’s point, but he knew it wasn’t an option. He needed Hermione and Emma at his side. Krum was expecting both of them to be there, and after everything Luna told him, he knew he couldn’t do this without them.

Hermione felt a stab of guilt as she listened to Daphne and Harry discuss what to do about the conclave. The last week had given her a lot of time to reflect. She thought about how Tracy behaved, how she looked at Daphne, and finally realized no matter how much effort she put into her lessons, that kind of devotion couldn’t be faked.

“I need both her and Emma to pull this off,” Harry explained. “Viktor is obsessed with Hermione. He’ll be too cautious if she’s not there to distract him too.”

“That will be a problem,” Daphne replied, knowing how the other covens were likely to react if they saw anything less than complete devotion from Harry’s slaves.

The fireplace flared to life as Harry’s coven arrived, cutting their conversation short. Ron was the first to arrive, followed by Fred and George, then Neville and Luna a few moments later.

“Thanks for meeting me here,” Harry said, standing up to greet his friends. He had already told them of his plans to make Daphne a protectorate of the coven, but this would be the first time they saw her since their school days.

After quickly going through the greetings, and his coven formally swearing loyalty to him, they sat down to listen to Daphne as she briefed them on Viktor’s coven and what to expect at their first conclave.

“You all know who Viktor Krum is,” Daphne began. “Quidditch star, independently wealthy, magically gifted, and a Magus. As you know, he’s amassed a great deal of power and influence in a very short amount of time. He didn’t achieve all that by himself. Each member of his coven has been carefully selected, allowing him to leverage their unique skills and talents to achieve his goals.”

“Much of his coven’s success can be attributed to one man, Alexei Levski. He’s Viktor’s right-hand man, and completely loyal to him. They’re childhood friends, practically growing up as brothers. For every one of Viktor’s plots and strategies, he’s had a hand in crafting them. He’s also a gifted duelist, so direct confrontations with him are not recommended.”

“Next is Dimitri Vasiliev,” Daphne continued. “He’s from a wealthy pureblood family that can trace their history back for over two thousand years. They have a longstanding history in the dark arts, and are rumored to have magical tomes in their personal libraries that predate most governments. Despite his impressive pedigree, he’s seen as the black sheep of his family. Arrogant and ruthless, with a penchant for using brute force. So much so that his own family has threatened on more than one occasion to eject him from the family line. The only reason it hasn’t happened yet is because of his place in Viktor’s coven and the prestige it brings to his family. They now turn a blind eye to his actions, knowing the coven will cover up his less than savory actions.”

Neville tightened his fist as he heard the name Vasiliev. His family had a long and sordid history with that family, seemingly always finding each other on opposing sides of every major wizarding conflict since the inception of their respective families.

He could never find any proof of it, but he always suspected the Vasiliev’s had a hand in the death of his parents due to how quickly they swooped in, taking over markets that were traditionally held by his family.

“Andrei Poliakoff is another one to be weary of,” Daphne continued. “He specializes in informations gathering and espionage. Since he came into the picture, many of the activities of Viktor’s coven have become much harder to discern until it’s far too late to stop them. Much of their newfound influence can be laid at his feet. He can be charming when he needs to be, but is just as capable of stabbing you in the back when required,” she warned.

“Finally, there is Nina Agranov,” Daphne said. “She is the largest financial backer for the coven, and a shrewd businesswoman. She runs an empire of shops across Europe and large parts of Asia that deal in rare and powerful magical artifacts. This also includes producing potions and enchanted magical objects. Her shops also double as an information gathering network, giving Viktor an unparalleled reach into the territories of the other covens,” Daphne finished.

‘Agranov,’ Harry thought to himself. He had dealt with her on more than one occasion after he adopted the Arcanum persona. One of the side businesses that Daphne hadn’t mentioned was how Nina acted as a middleman, and a fence for stolen items. She took a large cut, but had the largest network in Europe. If you wanted to move large volumes of product quickly, she was the only that operated at that level.

Fred and George communicated to each other silently, also thinking about Agranov. It would be arrogant of them to call her a business rival, especially considering the large size disparity in their businesses. They were a single shop that operated in the UK, while Agranov catered to all of Europe and a good chunk of Asia. Many of their own items were based on Agranov’s products. Despite that, they gained a foothold in the industry. Their items, especially their collars, were much more advanced, and fetched a premium price, but they couldn’t produce at the scale Agranov could.

“Thank you Daphne,” Harry said. “The conclave will happen in a few days. Find out what else you can about Viktor’s coven,” he said, addressing his friends. “We’ll talk again before the meeting and come up with some plans on how to deal with them.”

“Alright mate,” Ron nodded his head, getting up to leave. “We’ll be ready,” he promised.

Hermione sat on the bed deep in thought, remembering what Daphne said about leaving her behind. She wanted to be angry with her, but after what Daphne said about Viktor and the other covens, she had to accept that Daphne knew what she was talking about.

She couldn’t just pretend Harry was her master. The covens would see through it just as easily as Daphne did when they first met. The last thing she wanted was to put Emma and Harry in danger.

Harry caught the look in Hermione’s eye and moved to join her on the bed. “What are you thinking, Hermione?”

Hermione sighed, “What Daphne said, about leaving me behind.”

“That won’t work,” Harry pointed out. “If you’re not there to put Krum off balance, none of this will work.”

“What can we do then?” Hermione asked, not sure what else to do.

“The way I see it, we have three choices,” Harry explained. “We can go back to the island and spend the rest of our lives there. We can create new identities and go into hiding, and hope Krum doesn’t find us. Or we can face him head on, and put a stop to this, but that would mean going to the conclave.”

“The first two plans aren’t going to work, are they?” Hermione asked, doubting how long they could stay hidden from Krum’s information network.

“No,” Harry shook his head. “Krum won’t stop looking for you, and given what both Luna and Daphne said, he’s going to find us. It may take a few years, but it won’t change the outcome.”

“You and Emma want to go to the conclave,” Hermione said, knowing it was the only real option they had.

“We do,” Harry agreed. “And I think you want that too,” he added, looking her in the eye. “You want to stop him, just as much as we do.”

Hermione looked down, breaking eye contact with Harry, deep in thought. She knew Harry was right. She didn’t want to spend the rest of her life hiding, always looking over her shoulder, or trapped on an island. She stared at Harry, knowing how deeply he cared for her, what he was willing to sacrifice for her, and how she felt about him.

She thought about the ideas she had growing up, how she wanted her life to turn out, and how everything had changed so suddenly. Before that, she had her entire life planned out. She was going to get a job in the Ministry, work her way up, until she became Minister, then change the system from the inside. She would give the people a voice, and make things better for everyone.

‘Could I really do all that?’ Hermione thought to herself, almost immediately coming back with an emphatic no. The covens and triumvirate controlled everything. By becoming Minister, she would be little more than their puppet, dancing to their tune without even realizing it.

She thought about her own happiness, how passion and sex never factored into any of her decisions when she was younger, how she had that now, and how difficult it had been to go without it these last few weeks. Could she really live the rest of life without it, knowing what she would be missing?

She looked at Harry again, knowing that no matter what happened, he wouldn’t treat her as a mere slave. He listened to her, asked her for her ideas, and took care of her. As she stared into his eyes, she felt her fears melt away.

Then the final realization hit. With Harry in charge of the coven, with all their friends by their side, and with her and Emma’s place as his slaves, that’s how she could affect real change, and find a better way than the triumvirate.

She locked eyes with Harry, finally ending the war that had been raging in her mind. “Master, can you spank me?” She asked, her eyes lidded with desire.

Harry’s eyes lit up as he realized what Hermione was saying. When he came up with his plan, Hermione had always been his end goal. Things had spiraled after Luna’s revelations, and what Daphne told him about the covens, but through it all he always cared deeply for Hermione, and now Emma as well. He hated the thought of anyone taking them from him. “Alright Hermione,” he smiled, patting his lap.

Emma watched with a matching smile on her face as Hermione draped herself across Harry’s lap, glad that Hermione finally realized what she needed. She sat down on the sofa instead of joining them, letting Hermione and her master have their moment.

Harry palmed Hermione’s ass, feeling the taught muscles underneath his fingertips. He would never grow tired of the sight of Hermione’s ass. It was the perfect combination of supple skin and beautiful curves. He brought his hand down, landing a gentle spank on her right cheek, followed by the left.

Hermione let out a soft moan as Harry’s hand connected, rubbing her thighs together in anticipation as she felt herself get wet. It had been way too long since she last came, and it was all she could think about now.

Harry returned to fondling Hermione’s ass, running his index finger between her cheeks, over her plug, and finally against her slick folds. He ran his finger back and forth, feeling the wetness on his fingers as Hermione squirmed on his lap, smiling when she greedily pushed back against his fingers, wanting more.

“Soon Hermione,” he promised, landing a series of light spanks on her shapely ass. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Hermione let out a groan as she rubbed herself against Harry’s thigh, desperately craving more. She could feel her wetness dripping down her leg as Harry teased her. “Please Master,” she begged. “I can’t wait, not anymore… I need to feel you inside me.”

Harry grinned in satisfaction as he dipped his finger into Hermione’s slick folds, pumping them gently. “Is this what you want, my slave?” he asked in a husky voice.

“Yes!” Hermione practically shouted, the timber of Harry’s voice turning her on even more. “I’ve missed this so much!” She groaned.

“I’m glad,” Harry replied, landing another series of spanks on her ass. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! He added a second finger to Hermione’s cunt, pumping them faster to add to her pleasure.

Hermione let out a low moan as she pushed herself back against Harry’s fingers, desperately wanting more. She could feel her pleasure building, but strangely, something felt like it was missing.

Harry tapped Hermione’s plug, setting it to a low rumble as he spanked her a few more times. Slap! Slap! Slap! “This isn’t what you need, Hermione,” Harry said, knowing what was bothering her. “This is.”

“Wha-” Hermione said before Harry brought his hand down on her ass again, but this time with more force. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! She let out a yelp of surprise as she felt the sting more sharply than before as Harry worked a third finger into her pussy, pumping them faster. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted as she felt another rush of desire as Harry continued to spank her.

“You don’t like it when I’m gentle,” Harry explained, turning up the vibration on her plug. “You like it when I’m in control.” Smack! “You love that sting in your ass when I spank you.”

Hermione let out a loud keening moan as Harry found just the right spot, the pain and pleasure mixing together, leaving her gasping for more. “Oh GAWD!” she moaned as Harry pressed his fingers down on her clit as her plug rumbled deeply in her ass. The pleasure was indescribable. “More Master! I need more,” she pleaded wantonly.

Harry pistoned his fingers into Hermione’s needy cunt faster and faster as he continued to spank her, loving the sounds of Hermione’s grunts and moans as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Hermione felt her eyes cross and her toes curl as she felt the pleasure coursing through her body, the pleasure feeling even more intense after waiting for so long to cum. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted in ecstasy, her release quickly approaching.

Harry leaned down, running his tongue over the outside of her ear before he whispered, “cum for me, my slave.”

Hermione’s eyes snapped open as she felt her orgasm wash over her. She screamed out in pleasure, “GAAWWDD!” It was the most powerful orgasm she could remember. She looked over her shoulder at Harry as she gasped for breath, eager for more.

“Well, I’m glad that’s over with,” Emma said, walking to the bed. She leaned down, placing a sultry kiss on Harry first, then the still recovering Hermione. “It hasn’t been the same without you, Hermione,” she said, sitting down on the bed and leaning against the headboard.

Harry smiled, agreeing wholeheartedly with Emma as he joined her at the head of the bed. “I think you’re right, Emma,” he said, sitting down beside her. “In fact,” he said, looking at the still recovering form of Hermione lustfully, “we should really make up for lost time.”

Hermione looked up at the Emma and Harry, feeling a shiver of desire at the hungry looks they direct at her. An eager smile worked its way onto her face as her master grabbed her collar, pulling her up so that she was sandwiched between them.

Harry pressed his lips to Hermione’s, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he held her in his arms, feeling her supple skin between his fingertips. He deepened the kiss, snaking his arms down her back, and cupped her sculpted ass, kneaded her soft flesh as he held her against his throbbing cock.

Hermione moaned into Harry’s mouth as she felt Emma’s hands on her breasts, slowly kneading them until her nipples stood at attention. She felt lightheaded, kissing Harry back as she surrendered to her desires.

Harry wrapped his fingers around the base of Hermione’s plug as he twisted in from side to side, slowly pulling it from her ass as he finally broke the kiss.

Hermione only had a moment to catch her breath before Emma tilted her head, placing a searing kiss on her lips next, letting out a moan as Emma pushed her thumb into her ass, fingering her as she deepened this kiss.

Harry pushed his fingers into Hermione’s pussy, matching Emma’s pace as they plundered both of her holes. He unzipped his pants, freeing his hardened cock eager to be inside Hermione’s overheated pussy after so long.

Emma parted her lips, breaking the kiss as she leaned back, letting Harry have another turn.

Harry rolled Hermione over until she was on her side, facing away from him. He lifting her leg into the air and pushed his cock into Hermione’s slick cunt, setting a steady pace as he took her from behind.

Hermione let out another moan of pleasure as she felt Harry’s throbbing cock stretch her pussy walls in only the way he could. She let out a soft moan as he took her with long, powerful strokes. She watched as Emma reached between her legs, teasing her pussy lips with her fingertips as she leaned down, sucking one of her nipples into her mouth.

Harry caught Emma’s eyes, nodding towards the bedside table. Emma immediately understood what he wanted her to do and reached for the dildo sitting inside the drawer. She inserted one end into her pussy before sitting on the bed, pressing the dildo to Hermione’s waiting lips.

Without hesitation, Hermione wrapped her lips around the dildo, sucking on it as Harry pushed a finger into her ass, holding it in place as he picked up the pace. She squeezed her ass around his finger as she took Emma’s dildo into her throat, bobbing her head up and down as she matched Harry’s pace. Despite her earlier orgasm, she felt another one quickly approaching as she focused on the pleasure coursing through her body.

Harry could feel himself getting close as well, but didn’t want to cum yet. He rolled Hermione onto her hands and knees, keeping his cock firmly buried in her cunt, changing the angle to buy him some more time.

Hermione moaned around the dildo in her mouth as she felt Harry penetrate her even deeper than before with the new angle, mewing in pleasure as she looked up at Emma lustfully.

Emma smiled down at Hermione, running her fingers through her hair for a moment before she gripped her hair tightly, leaning forward as she held her dildo in Hermione’s throat, rocking her hips back and forth as she fucked her mouth.

Hermione writhed in pleasure as Harry and Emma pushed her back and forth between them, fucking her mouth and pussy at the same time.

Emma held back as long as she could, but with how tightly Hermione had her lips wrapped around her dildo, and the way she squeezed it with her throat, she couldn’t hold back any longer. With a loud grunt, she threw her head back as she came, filling Hermione’s mouth with her cum.

Hermione drank down Emma’s cum greedily, licking the dildo clean as she parted her lips, letting the dildo slip from her mouth as Harry picked up the pace again. His thighs slapping into her ass as she felt every inch of him slam inside her. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” She grunted wantonly, loving every second of it.

Harry slammed his hips forward one last time, unable to contain himself as he buried his cock inside Hermione’s slick folds, exploding inside her with a loud grunt.

Hermione’s eyes widened as felt Harry’s hot cum flood her pussy, setting off her own orgasm, “UGHHHH!” she cried out as she came hard.

Harry withdrew his cock from Hermione’s pussy. Even though he had just cum, he was far from sated. He never told Hermione, but these last few weeks of not being able to cum inside her hadn’t been easy for him either, and just like Hermione, he was eager to make up for lost time.

He rolled Hermione onto her back, kneeling over her as he gripped her delicate ankles, lifting them up, and pushing them down next to her ears, taking advantage of her flexibility. He stared down at her asshole, and her pussy still leaking his cum, trying to decide which hole to fuck next.

He took in Hermione’s appearance, her mussed up hair, the thin sheen of sweat covering her body, and the way her chest rose and fell as she stared up at him. She looked so vulnerable like this, her eyes lidded with desire as she silently waited to see what he would do next.

Hermione looked at Harry’s cock, still hard after he came, then back up at him in amazement, wondering again where his stamina came from.

Making his decision, Harry lined up his cock with Hermione’s asshole, easing his way into her back passage until he was fully inside her. Holding her ankles in place, he pumped his cock into her ass with short thrusts, letting her get used to his length before he picked up the pace.

Hermione let out a keening moan as she felt her ass stretch to accomodate Harry’s manhood. She clenched her ass around his cock as he pulled back, adding to their mutual pleasure as he slowly increased the length of his strokes until he was sliding his full length in and out of her ass with ease.

She tossed her head from side to side, moaning as Harry’s cock, slick with her own juices, plowed into her ass, going faster and faster as he brought her to the edge of another powerful orgasm.

Emma watched on from the sidelines, glad that everything was finally the way it should be. She sat back watching as Harry and Hermione shared a moment, bonding as master and slave.

“Please master! I need to cum,” Hermione begged, knowing that Harry was holding back her orgasm.

“What are you?” Harry growled, asserting his dominance over his stubborn slave.

“.. I’m.. UGH! UGH!” Hermione grunted. “I’m yours master, all UGH! UGH! All yours, master,” she moaned out in ecstasy.

“You’re going to have to do better than that, Hermione! I want to hear you say it,” Harry demanded, knowing how important it was for Hermione to say the words as it was for him to hear them.

“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” Hermione grunted as Harry picked up the pace again, pushing her pleasure even higher as he took her ass. She knew what he wanted her to say, and for the first time she had no reservations about it, no second thoughts. She knew what she was, who she belonged to, and, most importantly, what she wanted. “I’m you slave master!!” she screamed out, both in pleasure, and a dawning sense of relief now that she no longer had to lock this part of herself away.

“Then cum for me,” Harry ordered, locking eyes with Hermione as he kept up his relentless pace. “Cum for your master, and know that you will always be my beloved slave!”

“MAASSSTERR!” Hermione screamed out in ecstasy as she had her most powerful orgasm of the night.

Harry buried himself in Hermione’s ass as he looked down at his slave, watching as she gasped for breath as she came down from her orgasm. With one last thrust, he erupted inside her ass with a loud grunt.

“Oh god master!” Hermione moaned as Harry’s cum filled her ass, triggering yet another orgasm for her. She looked up at her master lovingly, knowing he would always take care of her, then at her fellow slave, knowing their night was far from over.

Hi! What did you think of the new chapter? Hermione has finally accepted her place as Harry’s slave. The next chapter will pick up at the conclave where Harry meets Viktor and formally takes his place as Magus of his coven.

I’m planning to conclude the story within another ten chapters give or take. Thank you very much for all the feedback for the story so far, and I hope you like what I have planned next.

I’m sorry I didn’t do a poll for updating one of the side stories last month. I’ve been getting sick a lot these last couple of months, making it really hard to set aside some time for writing. I’m back on track now, and the new poll is ready to go. Please make sure to get your votes in. The poll will be open for a week.

I’m also planning out my next story which will be called Bound to Glorious Purpose. It’s going to be an MCU story with Loki as the main character. It will start between the events of the first Thor movie, and the first Avengers movie.

After Thanos gives Loki the scepter containing the mind stone it has an unexpected effect on him. It scans his mind, showing him all his failures, shortcomings, and character flaws. He realizes his plan to conqueror Midgard is doomed to failure, putting him on the wrong side of Thanos.

He comes up with a new plan, far more audacious than conquering a single planet as he sets his eyes on collecting the infinity stones and becoming far more than just the God of Mischief. See the future stories page for more details.

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