Harry Incubus ch.9

Harry's eyes widened as he heard this, and the twins smiled in unison, saying, "Go to her," they breathed as one, and he felt their influence over him. He could resist, but he found that he didn't want to.
The stairs creaked beneath his bare feet, and a scent he had always known but never recognized reached his nostrils. Colors sharpened, and time slowed as he reached the landing. The hallway lay in shadow, except for the master bedroom, where a rectangle of golden light spilled onto the floor.

Drawn more by what he sensed in the room than by his twin's compulsion, he recognized this as a pivotal moment. He could no longer ignore the strange nature of the women in his life or himself. Running from these things would mean living like a child, in fear of what he might become. But by taking these final steps, he was venturing onto an unknown path that defied all the rules of their culture.

Emerging into the daylight, Harry Potter couldn't help but smile with satisfaction as his eyes took in every detail. His mother lay stretched out on the bed, her dress clinging to her hips and breasts, accentuating the soft curves underneath. Her face was hidden beneath the comforter, but he could see movement between her legs as the lacy pink fabric slid back and forth, and her fingers delved into her desire.

The room was saturated with her scent, and he shivered in response. mom lifted her head, her nostrils flaring, and an intense look focused on him. Desire and guilt warred within her, distorting her features, and her free hand clenched the comforter.

"Please, son, don't come any closer..."

"You've lost the privilege of telling me what I can and cannot do, mother."

"You must hate me," she muttered, her hooded eyes tracking his every move as he walked around the room. "For not leaving him when I found out... For staying, knowing what would happen to us... even...". As she spoke, she rolled onto her back with her legs crossed, and her knees bent, a look of ecstasy on her face. "I'm a bad mother."

"Prove it," he hissed, trembling with every fiber of his being as he tried to maintain control.

Her seductive movements halted as she rolled back onto her stomach, this time without her dress. He didn't see her shed the snug material, but as she turned over, it slid down, revealing skin as flawless as marble. His mouth went dry as her blue eyes locked onto his face, and she sensually slid herself across the mattress. A thick white strapless bra cradled her ample breasts, and pink panties barely covered her shapely hips, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

In his mind, he had woven grand plans to make her kneel before him and watch as his stunning stepdaughter undressed and pleasured him. But those plans evaporated as reality lay before him, spread out on the mattress. His feet moved without hesitation, and in an instant, she was in his arms, her eager lips meeting his.

He couldn't distinguish whether it was her moan or his that filled the air as he pushed her back onto the bed. His knee pressed into the mattress, and the springs protested as he held her close, his strong hand on her chest, and his gaze roamed her features. He wasn't sure what he was searching for until her expression softened, revealing something that had been only a fleeting glance before.

Naked surrender mixed with deep love. "Don't look at me like that," she whispered, moving her hips as one leg wrapped around his. "You're so beautiful," he breathed.
A newly discovered instinct told him that she wanted to be held, recognized in this act. However, he couldn't restrain himself and brushed a strand of hair from her face. The silver tips shimmered in the faint moonlight, adding to her ethereal charm.

Harry heard her words, "And you're so handsome... my beautiful boy... I wanted to be your first." Her lips curved into a smile, and he took a quick breath, feeling her warm fingers on his thigh, sending shivers through his body. "Does it excite you? The thought of mommy fantasizing about sneaking into your room every night and pleasuring that well-endowed lover?"

As her fingers met his arousal, an electric surge coursed through both of them. Their bodies convulsed, unable to hold back any longer, and Harry descended upon her as she guided his throbbing member into her dripping entrance. He found himself inside her quickly. Unlike the twins or Blaise, Harry plunged into his mother in a single powerful thrust. She wasn't just wet; it felt as if her intimate space had been tailor-made for him. Her lips formed a perfect "O," and her eyelids fluttered, interrupting their intense eye contact. Incredible...

He felt her grip tighten around him as she quivered, her breath catching before escaping in an explosive moan as she clung to him.

"Oh... just like that?"

Biting her lower lip, she nodded vigorously, weakly gripping his arm and hip. As he withdrew, a distorted cry of pleasure escaped her throat, the first since he entered her. The sound alone could push him to the edge, but combined with the intoxicating essence that surrounded them, he felt his balls tighten, and his arousal became unbearably sensitive.

Gasping as pleasure turned into a hint of pain, he forced himself to climax. The pleasure wasn't as intense as he expected, quickly fading, but his erection remained hard as a rock and was no longer overly sensitive. His lips found hers in a passionate kiss before she whispered in his ear.

"Fuck me, baby! Fuck me like you did mommy, fuck her so good!" Harry lost track of where he left off, and she writhed as waves of pleasure overtook them. Their hands roamed freely, her strapless bra momentarily slipped down, and she pushed her taut nipple into his mouth, urging him to a third climax. He removed her panties as she leaned down, tangling one hand in her long hair as she impaled herself on him once more. Clothes were discarded, and her cries of pleasure echoed off the ceiling.

Late into the night, both soaked in sweat and utterly exhausted, they drifted off in each other's arms after their final release, murmuring with a familiar smile on their lips.

Harry Potter's sleeping mind was plagued by wild dreams. Faces flashed before his eyes as he engaged in endless lovemaking with headless women. An urgent need washed over him as a black gate appeared in the distance, but the frenzied orgy seemed unsettling.

He woke from those dark dreams, attempting to grasp the revelations from the dream world, but they slipped through his fingers like sand. Everything vanished, leaving only a sense of an impending deadline.

"Master?" Harry inquired, and the bedding beside him shifted. A dark-haired figure rose from the pillows, blinking at him with blue eyes, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Seeing his mother's naked form beside him, Harry's skin flushed, as memories of the previous night flooded back.
"Sir?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Mhmm, yes," she murmured, and the sheets shifted as she turned toward him. Her hand sensually glided up his thigh. "The only man who will forever possess this body. I think 'Sir' suits you, doesn't it, my dear?"

The mattress shifted, and Harry turned his head to see the twins nestled together. If possible, the blondes looked even more stunning than the previous day. Once again, he tried to assess their age, but it eluded him. Their faces and bodies appeared youthful and smooth, yet the knowing glances in their eyes and their self-assured posture belied their youthful appearance.

"Sir or king... either way, you rule us now, Harry," Bellatrix slipped between his mother and him, turning in a circle of embrace with the older woman, facing him as his mother pulled her closer.

"We thought we'd feel different... later," Harry noticed disappointment in Narcissa's eyes before it was quickly concealed.

"The triad isn't complete," he said, shifting restlessly as Narcissa sat on his lap and then lay on him. "It might be nothing, but... I had... strange dreams," she admitted.

"Don't ignore your dreams, my son," mother advised, shifting on the bed and sitting up as Narcissa propped herself on her elbow.

Narcissa rose to her elbow, and all three women looked at him with deep concern.

"Triad?" Narcissa asked, raising her eyebrows as she looked at her twin. "Does he mean what I think he means?"

"There's only one way to find out," Bellatrix murmured, biting her lower lip. She cast aside the sheet covering Harry's torso and turned to mom. A nervous expression crossed mom's face, but she allowed the beautiful blonde to kiss her.

Harry watched as the women's lips met and their hands explored each other's bodies in delicate caresses. He felt Narcissa draw the sheet over his groin, letting the cool air briefly tease his stiffness before the warm hands of the twins took over.

Taking a moment to appreciate his own naked body, Harry silently thanked fate that had brought him to this moment. He reached out to draw his partner closer. One hand gently cupped a perfect breast, and she sighed into his mouth. As they made love, they watched as the twins alternated in sharing his attention. Their mouths closed around the head of his member, and their tongues danced together as it throbbed in their grasp. While the twins paid him homage, Harry's hands explored his partner's body, savoring every inch of her in the morning light. He couldn't fully appreciate her flawless pallor in the fervor of the previous night, but now he took his time, kissing and caressing her.

Discovering her excitement, he allowed his fingers to glide over her wetness, teasing her until she reached the brink. When she moaned in his ear, his index finger moved to explore her other entrance. Her eyes widened, and her lips formed an "O" of surprise as he pressed his finger into her tight hole.

"Oh, Harry," she breathed, undulating against his side. "Please, be gentle, my love."

"Join them," Harry whispered, nodding his head toward the twins who had lost themselves in ecstasy. "Make my cock nice and slick because it's about to enter that tight rear."
"Yes, my love," she replied with burning eyes, lowering herself onto him. The twins moved aside, their smiles impatient, as she took the head of his member into her mouth. Harry moaned with pleasure as her warm lips enveloped him and again when the twins' mouths closed on either side of him, their pale blue eyes focused on his face.

When he felt her rear finally relaxing around his second member, he knew the time had come. With newfound confidence, he pushed the twins aside and flipped his partner onto her hips. Her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall onto the sheets as she stretched like a cat, her eyes filled with desire as she watched him slide between her legs.