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Tokonosu City was overrun with the walking dead.
That was the quick, polite way of putting it, and fell quite comfortably in the category of 'understatement.'
The longer, impolite, yet more accurate way of putting it was to call the city a fucking nightmare of a death maze, swarming with zombies like locusts descending on the fields of Egypt. Every turn seemed to be the wrong one, leading into more of the rotten bastards, while every empty storefront seemed to taunt the survivors with the prospect of a safe place to rest, only to spring a fresh crop of corpses on the unsuspecting at the worst possible time.
This is what the remnants of Takashi's group had found after the fall of their last haven. Saeko Busujima led the remains of the group in search of safety, her right arm wielding her double-edged katana with lethal efficiency as she fought through the pain of her left arm being broken in two places. Rei Miyamato was right beside her, using the bayonet on her Springfield M1A Super Match to dispatch the living dead.
Behind them came Shizuka Marikawa, wearing a backpack full of medical supplies and carrying the young Alice Maresato in her arms, who carried Zero, and Saya Takagi, using a tire iron she found after running out of bullets for her mother's Kiku Crest Luger P08. It had been hours since the girls had seen either Takashi Komuro, the leader of their group, or Kohta Hirano, the gun-loving marksman.
After so long, in a city so overrun with zombies, the girls had to face the possibility that the boys were either badly injured or turned. And at the rate they were going, the girls might not be far behind.
Turning another corner down the maze of back alleys, the girls cursed their luck as they found themselves in a dead-end alley. Turning around to retrace their steps, the girls were forced to halt as they faced down the horde of walking dead. The girls looked about, and their hopes died as they realized they were boxed in. No doors to pry open, no windows to break, only the walls of the buildings around them, with the only way out filled to bursting with the very thing they were trying to escape.
"Well, girls," Saeko said, gritting her teeth as she braced herself for the end. "It looks like this is it." Her voice carried a grim finality to it.
The others said nothing, with Rei merely exhaling in frustration as she took up a defensive stance. She wasn't about to go down without taking as many of them with her as she could. Saya rolled her shoulders, trying to hype herself up for close-quarters combat, something she had little to no experience with. Shizuka set down Alice and Zero before reaching into the backpack and pulling out a large knife she'd brought along, intending to use it for medical practices, rather than defence. But even she knew they might not have to worry about that soon.
"Big Sister Saya," Alice asked, looking up at the self-proclaimed smartest member of the group, "can we win?"
Saya looked down at the little girl, seeing her eyes wide with fear, and felt her heart break for the child. She didn't want to lie to this child who already endured more than anyone her age should. But she couldn't bring herself to admit the fact that they weren't likely to survive past the next few minutes. So she did the only thing she could do.
Try and give the girl some hope.
"If we fight with everything we've got, we can," Saya said, sounding more confident than she felt. But it seemed to work, as the fear dimmed, but never truly left, and was replaced with hope and determination. Alice looked about the alley, searching for... something, when her eyes settled on what looked to be chunks of old concrete or broken bricks. Gathering as much as she could in her arms, she took her place beside Shizuka, ready to throw them with what meagre strength she had.
Saya briefly considered cutting up one of their skirts to make a sling, but decided against it. While she had enough fabric to work with, and as a genius, she knew she could produce an excellent sling for the girl; they didn't have enough ammo for Alice to make mistakes while learning. Every shot would count, and while Saya knew the odds of Alice killing the zombies were between slim and none, and that was a generous estimate, a stunned zombie, even for a moment, was better than a miss.
"Aim for the ones I point out, and don't throw until I tell you," Saeko said, nodding with approval as the girl readied herself for the fight. She didn't approve of lying, even to a child, but hope was better than despair if it motivated someone to fight.
Slowly, the dead shuffled forward, a moaning, groaning mass of decaying flesh and rotting meat. Their pace was slow, but steady. Their movements were stiff, but unyielding. Even as one tripped over its own feet, the rest of the horde simply pressed forward, either stepping over the one who stumbled or tripping over him too. Until they simply stood back up, heedless of the damage done to them, and kept moving forward.
Saeko inhaled sharply as she readied herself. Rei's muscles tensed as she readied herself to leap forward into action. Shizuka and Saya braced themselves for the biggest fight of their lives. Alice tightened her grip on her ammo. Even Zero growled in defiance of the monsters that took his first family from him, ready to defend the ones who found him and cared for him with his final breath.
Then suddenly, they saw him.
One moment, the zombies were pressing forward and were close enough that Saeko was about to tell Alice to throw, when a man simply appeared in the horde. For a brief second, the girls thought they were seeing things when the man spun on his heel, and a flash of silver went through the zombies, and they were reduced to dust. And there was no denying it then.
This man, who stood taller than most of the zombies, was dressed in all black, wearing what looked like form-fitting armoured robes. The hood was pulled over his head, so they couldn't see what his hair looked like, but when he turned to face them, they all saw the green eyes, glowing with an unfamiliar power. It was Saeko who noticed this man was wielding a European sword, with a 34-inch blade, and it seemed to cut cleanly through the zombies.
But the strangest thing about the blade wasn't its size, or the fact that the hilt and pommel were inlaid with rubies. It was the fact that the sword, blade and all, was made of silver! Who in their right mind would even think of using a silver sword!? Silver was too soft for a blade, and it would lose its edge far too quickly.
Yet that didn't seem to matter to the man, who simply threw himself into the mass of walking corpses with zeal, cutting through every single zombie that came within the reach of his blade. Every hack, every slash, every thrust of the blade ended the zombies as they crumpled into dust. Yet very few of his attacks were aimed at the head or the neck. If anything, he barely even attempted to strike the only known weak spot on them, so something about his blade made it possible for him to ignore this fact entirely. It was enough to make Saeko jealous, if only briefly, at the freedom of movement he had.
Setting aside her brief envy, she took note of his fighting style and found herself curious. It was clear this man wasn't trained, at least not by a teacher. Rather, his learning seemed to be coming from first-hand experience. She'd seen it before in some of the kendo tournaments she'd entered. Occasionally, there was someone who, despite their obvious skill, was also self-taught, for whatever reason. One could tell they were self-taught because even the best of them had something... off, about their technique. Something rough or clunky in an otherwise smooth and precise performance.
This man was similar, his movements carrying something that, in her mind, just shouldn't be there. Although, in fairness, it wasn't as though she was an expert on European styles of swordsmanship, so he could, in truth, be a perfect example of Western swordfighting, though she doubted that. Something in her mind was screaming at her, 'self-taught' as well as 'natural.'
It was a curious combination, assuming she was right. Someone who learned on their own, yet it came to them with ease. It roused her curiosity and her interest as she watched him carve a path through the oncoming dead without hesitation. He was a storm of silver death, and her heart pumped with anticipation to join the fight. As she and the girls moved forward to keep pace, she could practically feel the rage and bloodlust radiating off of him. As they neared the entrance to the alleyway, she wondered, just who was this man who was unleashing such darkness on the walking dead?
When they reached the alley's entrance, he suddenly paused in his assault. Saeko assumed he was pausing for breath, and she was right. But not for the reason she believed. As the man inhaled, she and Rei prepared to rush forward to support him. Then he exhaled, and the girls fell back in startled surprise as the man unleashed an inferno on the zombies. Stepping back to avoid the heat, the girls watched in terrified fascination as the fire not only consumed the dead but took on a life of its own, transforming into a dragon as it devoured the dead, leaving the streets clear of zombies and the air thick with ashes.
Sweeping his gaze over the street, the man nodded in apparent satisfaction before turning back to the girls. "Are you girls OK?"
Saeko blinked in surprise at the man's voice. He spoke Japanese flawlessly, albeit with an accent, yet now that she could get a clear look, it was obvious he was White, though not American, as she would have expected. That was an English accent. Their saviour, it seemed, was British and a long way from home. He wasn't some tourist stuck in Japan following the outbreak, and she highly doubted he worked with American forces stationed in Japan. This man was an anomaly, even without his apparent fire breath, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see the others had the same questions on their minds, Saya especially-
"We're OK, but Ms. Busujima needs medical attention for her arm!"
-except for Shizuka, it seemed, who was focused on the medical status of the group as always. The man's gaze flicked over to Saeko, taking note of the places in her arm where he assumed the bone was broken, before nodding his head.
"My base isn't far. Follow me, and stay close."
Turning around, the man walked down the street at a brisk pace, ignoring the ash fluttering around him as the girls followed behind him. Saeko, Rei, and Saya kept watch for any more walking corpses, fully expecting the one that somehow avoided being incinerated to pop out of nowhere and menace the group.
Yet none did. It seemed his little pyrotechnics display had done its job. The street was cleared and safe to walk down. Assuming one didn't mind the risk of inhaling the ash. But compared to the risk of being torn apart, eaten alive, or infected, this was practically paradise.
The group followed their mystery saviour for a few minutes, leaving the alley and walking down the main street, which was also cleared of zombies with ashes coating the ground. As the girls wondered how that was possible, they saw their destination. It wasn't a building, but a vehicle. An RV, painted black and red, and outfitted with spikes, blades, and armoured plating along the front, top, and sides.
It definitely looked like something designed for a post-apocalyptic world.
Stepping up to the door, the man opened it and stepped inside, beckoning the girls to follow him. With no other option and unwilling to remain exposed on the street, the girls followed him inside, and their jaws dropped in shock.
The inside of the RV was huge! It was already an impressively sized vehicle, but this... this should be impossible! The front of the RV was normal, but the back of it opened into a sitting room bigger than even the largest room on Takagi Estate! There was a large sofa, multiple chairs, and a coffee table arranged around a large fireplace with a portrait above the mantle that seemed to be moving!
Before anyone could say anything, four small creatures just popped out of nowhere! They stood about three feet tall, possessing thin arms and legs, large heads, bulbous eyes, and bat-like ears. But they ignored the girls in favour of the man in front of them, whom they looked up to with devotion clear in their eyes.
"Master has come back!"
"Did Master make lots of undead dead???"
"Does Master require dinner or bath or..." one of them trailed off, having noticed the girls staring at them in slack-jawed awe. "Were house-elves supposed to stay hidden, Master?"
The man simply chuckled. "No, Bilge, it's alright. There's no point in secrecy anymore, but be certain to prepare an extra-large dinner. These girls have earned it. But for now, Blaze, you and Basher will keep watch for any zombies that might approach. Biteback, I want you to scout the area for any I might have missed, then check the surrounding buildings. If you find anyone living, let me know. If you find more zombies, you know what to do."
The creatures saluted, with three of them vanishing with a pop while the fourth turned and ran into an enormous kitchen!
"OK, I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" Saya screamed, everything she had just seen pushing her patience to its absolute limit. "How is this possible!? What were those things!? And who are you!?!?"
The man turned to face them, pulling his hood down in the process, allowing the girls a proper look at him. His head was covered by a rat's nest of black hair that did little to disguise a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. But his eyes remained the most distinct feature about him, both in their beauty and in the way they stared into their hearts and souls, as though appraising the very core of their being.
"In order? This is possible thanks to magic. Those things, as you rudely called them, are called house-elves, and I'd appreciate it if you treated them with courtesy. My name is Harry Potter. And I'm here to help you."
An hour later, the girls were settled on the sofa and some chairs, while Harry had taken the chair closest to the fireplace. In his hand was a glass of whiskey that he was sipping as he relayed the truth about magic to the girls, and the presence of a hidden community of magic-users in nearly every part of the globe.
"I can't believe it," Saya whispered, clutching her head in disbelief. "Magic is real. It's actually real."
Harry raised an eyebrow at that. "You've been fighting zombies for two months, yet you find magic hard to believe?"
Saya's head snapped up at that, and she looked ready to lash out at him, but she bit her tongue, breathed deep, and focused on the situation at hand. "If you're from Britain, I assume that means the situation there is better?"
"I'm not sure if 'better' is the word I'd use. Even the most optimistic estimates place the death toll from this plague at about half of our total population."
"And the less optimistic?" Saeko asked.
"Anywhere from two-thirds to three-quarters. And that seems to be the trend across the globe."
That statement hung in the air with the weight of a semi-truck. Half of a country's population was already a staggering number, but to imagine that or worse happening on a global scale... it defied comprehension. Not only were so many people dying because of this plague, but all of them rose again, and continued to spread the plague until they were put down for good.
"Are things... finally starting to stabilize?" Saya finally asked, the sheer scale of death still rattling her, even after she expected such a number.
"More or less, at least in Britain. Things got bad enough that the Queen invoked ancient treaties with the magical community, dissolving our independence, revealing magic to the British public, and putting us on a war footing. It was rough for a while, and I spent as much time putting down riots and protests as I did groups of zombies, but at least the groups were mostly relegated to urban areas. Rural communities seemed to do better by comparison."
"Makes sense," Saya said, a contemplative look on her face. "Something like this would tear through a major city with ease. There are so many people living close together that even one infected person can pass the disease to dozens, not to mention how many hiding places for them. A rural community wouldn't have those same problems. But that just leaves me with two questions. Why you, and why Japan?"
The girls turned to look at Harry, curiosity clear in their eyes. Harry took a sip of his whiskey before answering. "The reason I was chosen is because I'm one of, if not the, most powerful wizards alive, and I have a... reputation, as a man who gets things done. As for why Japan... this plague is magical in origin, and we have reason to believe that it occurred here in Japan. In Tokonosu City specifically."
"What makes you so certain it's Tokonosu?" Saya asked, apprehension in her voice as she considered the implications of Harry's words.
"Several divination practices I can only begin to understand. The short version is the experts in this field are confident enough that the plague began here in Tokonosu that they were willing to send me overseas to try and fix the problem while the rest of the world tries to live another day." Harry paused to take another sip of whiskey. "Look, I wouldn't be here if it weren't a good lead. If nothing else, you girls can help me. I don't know Tokonosu City, and I can't expect much help from Japan's magical community. So maybe we can help each other."
A sharp clap echoed through the room, drawing everyone's attention to Shizuka, who held her hands together with a smile on her face.
"OK, everyone, that's enough for now. We've all had a big day and need time to process everything. Why don't we approach this tomorrow after getting a good night's rest?" When the girls nodded in agreement, the prospect of a full night of sleep being too tempting, she pressed on. "Good. Now, before we do that, Mr. Potter, do you have someplace where we girls can clean up before dinner?"
Harry nodded, pointing at a set of stairs off to the side. "Second floor, there's a large bathroom meant for accommodating a large group, and there's plenty of spare bedrooms meant for survivors. Take your pick."
Alice practically jumped off the sofa, eager to explore the magical vehicle, but Saya held her close, eyeing Harry with wariness. Despite, or perhaps because of, everything, she wasn't prepared to fully trust the man and go wandering around a place where he held all the cards. But Shizuka sent the girls a reassuring smile and made no moves to leave her seat. After a few exchanged looks, they accepted it for what it was, an offer to keep him occupied while they cleaned themselves.
As the girls left, Shizuka took another look at Harry Potter. He was a handsome man, tall with broad shoulders, and those eyes... those eyes should be illegal. He was also powerful enough to fight off hordes of zombies singlehandedly and fixed Saeko's arm with a wave of his hand. He had power, skill, and resources in abundance if he was willing to freely share his home and his food with them.
He could keep the girls safe.
With the loss of the boys, they weren't going to last much longer on their own. She needed to get him to agree to protect the girls. And luckily for her, she had something she was quite willing to bargain with.
"Is everything alright?" Harry asked, finishing his whiskey as he did so.
"Yes, everything's fine," Shizuka said, nodding her head, before standing from her seat and approaching Harry. "But I did want to ask you a few things."
"Oh?" Harry asked, curiosity in his eyes as the busty woman approached him. "Is something bothering you?"
Shizuka tilted her head, placing a finger on her chin as she considered what was best to say. She didn't want to risk offending the man, but she didn't want to miss out on this opportunity. In her consideration, she tripped going forward, stumbling and falling towards Harry. Harry, on reflex, rose to catch her, but misjudged how fast Shizuka would stumble before falling.
Instead of standing up and catching her in his arms, he fell back into his chair... his face smothered in Shizuka's massive tits.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry!" Shizuka said, blushing all the while. "These girls can be a handful sometimes."
"Mhmfrm," was all she got in response. Pulling herself back, she noticed the redness in Harry's face, while a cursory glance downwards told her... yes! He had an erection! He was interested! And after that, there was no point in being subtle.
"I wanted to say, thank you for saving us, Mr Potter," Shizuka said, before she moved to kneel in front of him. "We wouldn't have survived if it weren't for you."
Harry let out a cough at the sight of the buxom woman kneeling before him, but pressed forward. "I'm just happy I was able to help somebody. I haven't found many survivors in the city. At least ones who didn't immediately try to kill me, too."
Shizuka smiled as he said this, placing a hand on his inner thigh, as she replied, "It was very brave of you. And I wanted to show my thanks... and make you an offer."
"An offer?" Harry asked, before he realized what Shizuka was doing. "T-that... that's not necessary, madam. I didn't intervene for the prospect of a reward."
"I know," Shizuka replied, her smile turning sultry as she hooked her hands in the waist of his pants. "That's why you deserve one." And with a hard pull, she yanked his pants down, only to blink in shock as she stared down at the biggest cock she'd ever seen. A full fourteen inches of throbbing manhood, thicker than her wrist, rose into the air, pointing at her. The head seemed to pulse with need as she took in its appearance and smiled.
This was going to be fun.
"Oh my," she breathed. "I've never seen one so big." She tentatively took it in her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "And so hard."
"Uhm... thank-" Anything else Harry might have said died in his throat as Shizuka licked the tip of his cock, sending a jolt of pleasure into his body.
Shizuka, for her part, took in his taste and found it to be pleasant. Slightly salty from the sweat, but otherwise she had no complaints about his hygiene, so she placed her mouth over the head and began to gently suck it, teasing the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue. She felt pleased with herself at the sight of his body stiffening from the pleasure, and pressed forward, taking more of his cock in her mouth.
Choking slightly as it filled her throat, she pulled back to the head and teased it with some fast licks before pushing forward again. This cock wasn't just bigger than any guy she's been with; it was bigger than any of the toys she and Rika used. Rika was going to be so jealous she missed out on this!
For Harry, this was an experience like none other in his life. He'd never felt something like this before! Her throat was so warm, and so tight, yet soft like velvet as it gripped and massaged his cock. He could feel the pleasure building in him, demanding release after so long.
Pulling back completely, Shizuka smiled at the small whine as his cock was released from her throat, but she had no intention of leaving him hanging. Reaching down, she pulled her top over her head, revealing her lacy black bra as it struggled to contain her massive J-cup tits. But the overworked garment was given mercy as Shizuka reached behind her and undid the clasp, letting her breasts bounce free of their confines, the sight of which knocked the breath out of Harry, who could only gape in awe at the beautiful mounds of tit-meat in front of him.
But Shizuka wasn't going to just let him watch. Grabbing her tits in her hands, she wrapped them around Harry's cock, drawing a moan of pleasure from the man as he felt his manhood enveloped in the warmth of her tits and began moving them up and down.
"Oh... my... God..." Harry breathed as Shizuka smiled up at him. "Never... had this... before..."
"Aw, really?" Shizuka asked, a small frown on her face. "A cock this big should never be denied pleasure." Whatever Harry might have been about to say was cut off as Shizuka leaned down and licked the head of his cock, poking out from between her breasts. "It's so big my boobs can't contain it."
She watched as his face contorted with pleasure he struggled to contain, and smiled. He was about to cum. Wanting to avoid making a mess, she leaned down and took the head completely in her mouth as she gave him her best titty-fuck. The combination of pleasurable sensations drove Harry over the edge, and with a loud groan, he grabbed Shizuka's head and released his load.
Shizuka, surprised by his move, felt his load shooting into her mouth. First one rope of cum, then a second, a third, and so on. It just kept coming, and she couldn't swallow it all. With some effort, she pulled herself free of his cock, and watched in awe as he released more cum into the air, watching in fascination as it landed on her tits before firing off another rope into her face, plastering her features with warm cum.
Shizuka blinked in shock as Harry recovered. It was so thick it was practically yogurt. Licking it off her fingers, she admitted, it tasted as good as yogurt, too. Smiling to herself, she waited as Harry recovered, taking deep breaths before he looked at her, his seed painting her pretty face and tits.
"If you promise to look after me and the girls, I'll do anything and everything you want me to do," Shizuka said, slowly licking the cum off her tits as she said this, emphasizing the pleasure of her offer.
Still stunned by this turn of events, Harry could only nod his head in agreement, as he wondered just what he had gotten himself into.
And hoped against hope there might be more of this soon.
"Bilge think we get new Lady Potter."
"Biteback think Master no want new Lady Potter. Not after Bad Weasel Lady. Might prefer concubines."
"Bilge bet slug we get new Lady Potter."
"Biteback bet three girls become concubines."
"Basher bet three we get new Potter Heirs before leaving Sunrise Islands."
"Blaze bet five Master gather more concubines."