Harry Incubus ch.10

"Maybe not that way... Oh, my God, Harry, you're so big!" she exclaimed.

Time seemed to slow as her tightness gradually yielded to him. Harry remained still, aware of the twins crawling closer to the head of the bed, their eyes wide and fixed on him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his heart raced, but he held back, not wanting to cause discomfort to his partner.

His concerns vanished, replaced by a growing affection for this loving woman. It wasn't just their shared memories deepening their intimacy but also the understanding passing between them at this moment. The looks she shot him, constantly checking if he was satisfied, spoke of her selflessness. The pressure on him and the tingling as she relaxed, allowing him to enter her virgin hole, revealed her giving nature. And the forbidden desire he saw in her eyes spoke of long-repressed desires that only he could satisfy.

"Harry Potter," he heard mom gasp, her blue eyes locked onto his as she took a deep, trembling breath. "Sodomy... the worst sin... and with my son... my Harry, oh God!"

As the head of his shaft penetrated her tight ring, her eyes squeezed shut. The intense pressure gave way to a silky ecstasy as he watched his member slowly slide inside her. mom's hands gripped the sheet, and her legs arched as she rocked her hips toward him. When he was fully inside her, her eyes squeezed shut even tighter, and her body shuddered, followed by a surprised, weak gasp.

"I love you," Harry whispered, unable to hold back the words as overwhelming emotions washed over him.

The sensation of his stunning mother writhing beneath him, her hips moving in synchronization with his, brought him to the peak of ecstasy. Leaning over her, everything else faded away as he pulled her closer, his hips thrusting into her, releasing a guttural moan from her throat. One hand grabbed her ample breast, digging his fingers into her firm flesh, while the other clasped the back of her neck, turning her face so their lips met.

"Oh, yes!" Cries of pleasure and passionate kisses drowned out her words, which he didn't want to hear. With the head of his member still in her rear, he slid back into her, muffling a moan of pleasure in her silken grip. She was still too tight to make fast movements without causing discomfort, and there was nothing more satisfying than the feeling of his mother gasping in shock as he pleasured her this way.

Time passed, and Harry continued to make love to her with deliberate slowness. Eventually, he released her ample breast and firmly gripped her hip, then thrust into her with greater force. It elicited another cry of pleasure, and with a wild smile, he began to passionately make love to her. As the climax built within him, he felt a deeper connection with his mother, and when he released his seed inside her, he felt like he was filling a void in her soul.
Harry didn't know what to expect when the curse was finally lifted, but it wasn't this. His mother stiffened beneath him, her eyes widened, and something strange happened to her pupils. Instead of dilating and contracting wildly, the dark circles turned into hearts that covered her blue irises as she intoned archaic words that tickled Harry's memory. Then she curled up into a ball, completely unaware of the world, and fatigue replaced the euphoria that followed his climax.

"The curse has been broken," a surprised Narcissa exclaimed.

"What was the last thing she said?" Harry asked, hearing fatigue in her voice as he moved across the sweaty sheets.

"Libertas..." Bellatrix solemnly replied, her gaze as intense as her twin sisters'. "Freedom."

Harry's voice was hoarse, and his exhaustion palpable. He stood, swaying on his feet, nearly stumbling over his own feet. The beautiful blonde, Bellatrix, leaped off the bed and clung to his side before he could fall.

"I'd like to..." Harry smiled at Bellatrix. "I don't know what's wrong, but I can barely stand... and I see spots in front of my eyes... I think I need to sit down," he said.

"Narcissa!" the dazed voice called, and another pair of hands came to help, but Harry was too heavy for the slender woman. He began to sink to the carpeted floor. "Not yet," Bellatrix choked out with effort. "Go take a cold shower... it might help... Narcissa, what are we going to do now? There are 77 women and only 12 months!"

"We'll manage, sister," Narcissa said, her calm voice calming Bellatrix's nerves slightly. "We've always managed. We also have Apolline and her daughters. They've always been the sharpest among us. Everything will be fine. We have now, and that's all that matters," she said.

The cold water briefly woke Harry, but then sweet darkness drew him in again, and he began to drift into oblivion. The women continued to talk, but their words became a distant, muted murmur as his consciousness faded. Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through his body, and he lifted his head slightly.

In the corner of the shower, Harry's mother blinked heavily and realized that some time had passed since the cold water had first hit him. The twins stood before him, whispering softly to each other.

"Do you think it will work if he passes out again?"

"He tensed up when you touched him... Maybe you should try again?"

"I can handle more," Bellatrix smiled and disappeared.

A moment later, Harry's eyes widened as energy flowed through his body, and he felt small lips on him. He moaned, grabbing Bellatrix's head, but quickly let her go. However, she grabbed his thighs and tried to go deeper.

"It woke you up!" Narcissa exclaimed, bouncing on her toes under the steaming shower, her firm breasts dancing merrily. "Yes, that makes sense!"

None of this made sense to Harry, but he didn't argue. Instead, he pulled Narcissa closer and kissed her while her sister continued her efforts under the water stream. It didn't take long for Narcissa's hand to replace her sister's soapy mouth, and Bellatrix bent down to him. The slender woman embraced him with the same hunger that Harry greeted her.

Just like with mother, a wave of intense emotions overcame him, and time seemed to stretch. He felt a deep connection with the woman before him as they moved passionately together. Narcissa was always more emotional than her sister—adventurous, independent, and more sensitive than she let on.
Bellatrix's orgasms came quickly, and her screams echoed off the tiled walls. Harry's awareness of the world beyond Bellatrix's embrace was muted, but he could feel the presence of his mother pressed into the small shower cabin as his pleasure surged violently. His lips broke away from Narcissa's when he reached climax, filling the petite blonde's body.

Harry's head spun as he fell onto the cold tiles. The woman lay there with dilated pupils, uttering Latin phrases. Another wave of exhaustion overcame Harry, but immediately after, a surge of energy followed as Narcissa and his mother pressed against him. Their hands caressed him, and Narcissa's firm nipple found its way into his mouth as she knelt down to suck him again.

The battle between exhaustion and the surge of energy took its toll, but Harry couldn't resist the pleasure that awaited him. Gathering his strength, he stumbled and returned to the bedroom with Narcissa and his mother. Bellatrix lay on a stack of towels with a blissful smile on her face as Harry entered her trembling sister. Narcissa's reaction differed from Bellatrix's wild enthusiasm. She waved to him, and their movements slowed to a more measured pace as she relaxed. His stepmother was right beside him, and her kisses and touches helped Narcissa adapt to his girth as they delved into the depths of passion.

When he laid her on the bed, Narcissa revealed different facets of herself compared to her sister. She was quieter but lost in thought, with a burning curiosity that had not been extinguished during her long life. With her hands, she explored her body as Harry made love to her, savoring the way his eyes followed her movements on her firm breasts and between her slender thighs.

When Harry delved deep into her, Narcissa's eyes underwent a transformation. A powerful wave of exhaustion overcame him, the intensity of which briefly frightened him. He shuddered as he began to sink into oblivion, but the gentle hands of mother awakened him.

His eyes opened, and he saw her laying a damp cloth on the bedside table, wearing a proud smile as she looked down at him.

"You saved our trio, my son... my Lord," she said, leaning down to place a tender kiss on his cheek. "But your great task has only just begun. Seventy-four of my sisters remain cursed, and tomorrow you will pay a visit to the House of Sisterhood, where a dozen await to welcome you into manhood."

Harry blinked, and his desire to ask questions was stifled as his mother pressed her finger to his lips, while her other hand caressed his stiffening member.
"We have a year to find and break the curse on the remaining, or the curse will return. A deadly end awaits you, and the Succubati will have to wait 2,000 years for the birth of another Heir," she whispered, her eyes emphasizing the gravity of her words. "You won't disappoint, my son, and I will ensure that."

She leaned in, her ample breasts brushing against him as she whispered in his ear, "This is how you regain strength after expending the essence." Harry gasped as her fingers moved over him, sending gentle surges of energy through him. "If you don't replenish your reserves, it could become dangerous, but don't worry. Your sisters and I will always be here because it's our duty to help you break the curse... and it's the greatest pleasure we'll ever experience."

Harry could only moan in ecstasy as she lowered herself, taking him into her mouth, and when heavenly warmth enveloped him, he drifted into blissful slumber. The same dream that had haunted him earlier returned, flooding him with a stream of feminine faces.

Despite everything seeming perfect with his mother and the twins, in the dream, he sensed lingering darkness in their souls. He surrendered himself to the most exquisite night of pleasure he could ever imagine, and something about it made him uneasy. Nevertheless, he pushed that feeling aside as the dream drew him deeper.

This time, the dream was shorter, and each face appeared more distinct. Some seemed familiar, welcoming him warmly, while others received him coldly, and a few showed open hostility. Pleasure radiated from his loins, and he heard his mother purring with satisfaction, swallowing every drop. Finally, darkness once again consumed him.