Too Great a Wand ch.20

Harry got lost in a conversation with Daphne about fashion brands and European designers, while Rose presented her plan to him. He considered it crazy, like all her ideas, but when she explained it, he realized she had gone further in the planning than she had suggested earlier.

"All you need is a photo for confirmation, and she wants to continue. I know I'm asking a lot of you, Harry, but opportunities like this don't come often... if ever. But it's up to you."

"I need to think about it, Daph," Harry said, uncertain about what she had asked of him. Fleur looked at him with understanding, but behind her smile, he detected a hint of disappointment. However, there was warmth in her voice as she reached out and took his hand. "It's your decision, but if you choose to do it, you have my support." Disappointment turned into a sense of guilt, and pale patches appeared on Fleur's cheeks as she looked down. "I'm sorry, this idea really excited me." "Never apologize for that," Harry chuckled, shifting his gaze to Bellatrix, who was squirming uncomfortably in her seat. He reminded Fleur of what awaited her, and the blonde's lips curved into a smile.

"Is everyone ready for dessert?" Daphne asked, speaking loudly enough to interrupt the conversation between mom and Daphne.

The couple looked at each other with dramatically different expressions. Daphne looked like a cat who got the cream, while mom's face flushed. However, they both smiled at each other as the girls cleared the table. While they did that, Rose pulled Harry along and led him to the living room.

They rearranged the furniture, moving a cushioned armchair in front of the fireplace and positioning the sofa opposite so that he had a direct view of everything that was happening. Unlit candles were placed on almost every flat surface, and in the center of the room stood a cushioned ottoman, its placement peculiar.

"This is our way of thanking you for everything you've done for us," Rose said, planting a warm kiss on Harry's cheek and pulling away with a wink when he tried to draw her closer. "No, save that energy for your first... patron."

She didn't answer his questions but approached the bar in the room, poured a fiery whisky into a glass, and handed it to him before slipping out of the room with a final heated glance. Harry sat uncomfortably, wondering what exactly was coming, sipping his drink. The amber liquid burned its way down and sent vapors that tasted like smoke, and he relaxed, enjoying the warmth it brought as he waited.

One minute turned into two, and then into ten, but before Harry could start to worry, he heard creaking on the stairs and looked up to see the entire quartet entering the living room. His eyes widened as he saw what they were wearing, and they widened even further as the four of them stopped in the middle of the room.
Transparent white dresses covered each of them from shoulders to calves, with sashes at the waist. They looked almost like Roman togas, but no toga had ever revealed so much. Cascading down to their navels, the breathtaking view of each woman's breasts was visible, except for the areas where their nipples were covered. The skirts were lifted in the middle, allowing him to see the inner thighs of each of them.

The quasi-religious aspect of the presentation was further enhanced when each woman bowed her head. No wonder it was Rose who spoke, but her voice had a strange tone, almost intonation.

"Tonight, we have gathered here to commemorate the first meeting of the Red Sabbat," Rose began. Harry wanted to laugh at the name, and he could see a hint of a smile on mom's lips, but sister and her friends appeared so serious that he remained silent.

"We are a group of women united by a common purpose," Rose continued. "And we are devoted to it. We are worshippers of the most beautiful cock in the world..." Harry burst into laughter, but Rose gave him a sharp look that silenced him moments later. Blinking, she continued in the same intonation. "Bound to serve, we find our true places as women under its powerful influence. Tonight, we offer Bellatrix Black as a sacrifice to him."

"What does all this mean, Rose?"

It wasn't Rose who answered, but mom with an apologetic smile at her daughter. "It's our way of formalizing... whatever this is," she gestured to the group, "whatever it becomes. It was sister's idea, and I think it's a good one. It's also..." Her blush deepened. "A way for each of us to get exactly what we want... without petty jealousy and hurt feelings."

"She's right, Harry," Fleur said, a mischievous glint appearing in her serious gaze. "And besides, it will be great fun."

"Fun is an understatement," Daphne muttered under her breath, and after her heated glance, Harry knew where she stood on the matter.

"If there are no more objections..." Rose raised an eyebrow, daring the women to interrupt her. "The patron of the evening can present herself while we set the mood."

mom's blush deepened even further as she stood next to the cushioned stool. In the meantime, the girls moved around the room, lighting dozens of candles, creating a golden glow after the lights were dimmed. Harry didn't watch the girls work, but focused on mom's movements. There was something incredibly erotic about the pure white fabric wrapping around swaying, naked breasts, especially when he knew they were his and his alone.

She slid the white robe off her shoulders, allowing it to fall at her feet. She stood before him, naked and trembling. Harry noticed that the robe was actually a bedsheet, cut in half and fashioned into strips of fabric. He suspected that Daphne was behind the costumes, and his suspicions were confirmed when she hurried over and snatched the robe, carefully hanging it on the corner of the sofa.

"Please, be gentle with me," mom breathed before sitting on the cushioned ottoman.

Kneeling at one end, she rested her hands on the other end, with her back arched and chin lifted, presenting herself to him. When Harry saw the black bulb protruding between her plump buttocks, a smile spread across his lips.

Finishing his last Scotch, he stood up and approached her. The girls were sitting on the couch, huddled close together, watching with excited expressions. Ignoring the three teens, Harry let his eyes wander over mom's sexy body. Her breasts were so enormous that their tips rested on the cushions she knelt on. As he ran his fingers down her back and grabbed her breasts, mom let out a quiet moan, and he felt her body tense. Being embarrassed and exposed, being used as an object, were her two biggest triggers. A firm pinch and twist of one large nipple was all it took to bring her to orgasm.

Fleur and Rose let out surprised sighs as they saw mom's face drop onto the pillow, emitting a short scream. However, Daphne only smiled, looking proud. The sight made Harry's cock twitch, and he unfastened his belt, sliding it out as she still painted. Gripping her hair tightly, he pulled her mouth towards his cock.

"Suck it," Fleur breathed, blushing and giving an apologetic look to Harry and Rose before her gaze returned to mom's eager lips. She whispered, "So fucking hot."

"Nghk nghk gluk!"

His aunt loved an audience, throwing herself onto his cock as she tried to take more and more into her throat. Her eyes sparkled every time the girls made a sound, and she redoubled her efforts to take him all the way. Harry had spent enough time in her warm mouth, and when she covered the head with slick saliva from the back of her throat, he pulled out and circled around her.

"Oh God," mom gasped, her breasts quivering, and Harry trailed his fingers down her spine.

The sight of her plump, trembling cheeks made his cock throb, and he gave it a smack to calm it down. The sound made mom jump, so he placed a hand on her ass, leaving a red mark and filling the room with the sweet scent of her arousal. She jumped again when he grabbed the plug in her ass, then let out a low, throaty moan as he pulled it out. "Where should my cock go, mom?"

"In my... in my ass," she gasped. "Oh God, Harry, please be gentle... you're so... mmmmmm big!"

Without waiting for her to finish, Harry pressed the head of his cock against the lubed entrance and watched in awe as it pushed into her twitching opening. Moving with infinite slowness, he gripped her wide hips for balance as he eased himself inside her.

He had to focus on not thrusting too fast or too deep, and he couldn't tear his gaze away to see what was happening on the couch. However, he heard wet sounds of kisses and even wetter sounds of fingers teasing cunts.

When the head of his cock popped past the tight ring of her asshole, mom let out a low moan. Harry held still, allowing her to relax around him. After a few seconds, he felt her pushing back with small thrusts, and her moan turned into a whimper as he sank deeper into her ass inch by inch. Then her cheeks settled on his groin, and she let out a long breath.

"I'm so full..." Harry wanted to pull out, but she held him in place, her breaths short and sharp. "Wait, honey... let me... relax around you... so fucking big.... Now, baby... fuck mom gently... gently."

Withdrawing from her, he felt himself losing control as the silky grip of her ass took him to the realm of pleasure. When he pushed back in a few moments later, he couldn't help but thrust deeply into her. Fear bloomed in him, but the pleasure was too intense to hold it back.

"Ngh!" mom choked and shockingly, the room filled with the scent of her pussy as she tensed beneath him half a second later.

He saw her close her eyes, and her ass clenched tightly around him. Then she took an uneven breath and glanced at him over her shoulder. If she had something to say, she didn't need to; her eyes told him everything.

With a firm grip on her hips, Harry pulled out and thrust forward forcefully. mom cried out in another orgasm as his cock buried itself in her ass. The harder he took her, the more it seemed to turn her on until finally, she leaned back, one arm wrapped around him, and his hand buried in her massive breasts as his cock plunged in and out of the silky heaven that was her ass.

Orgasm built up inside him, and before he could announce it, his cock flooded her ass. mom's eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips. She trembled and shuddered in his arms as the hot fluids triggered her own orgasm.

He left her on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her and a glass of red wine in her hand. Mom had a sublime smile as Harry followed the girls to the spa, but she stopped him with a hand before he could leave. "That was magical, Harry... thank you." "Thank Rose," he said. "It was her idea..." "Perhaps, but you made it perfect for me... You're a wonderful man, Harry. I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks, mom."

"Have fun." Her hooded eyes gleamed mischievously as she turned to watch the dance of flames and sip her wine. "And leave me to burn this evening into my memory."

Harry could only shake his head at his aunt's quirkiness. However, he didn't dwell on his thoughts for too long as he entered through the open door to the hot tub deck. His body shivered from the cold, but the temperature barely registered as he looked at his younger sister, sister, and her two friends.