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Chapter 33: Training Gone Awry
Training Gone Awry
Amelia didn't spend too much time in the bath after Harry's departure. The mortification of being caught by Hannah was enough to prevent the second date between her hand and her lower lips. She stood up, quickly dried herself, and then wrapped herself with the fluffiest, most covering robe she could find, and beat a hasty retreat to her room.
It was a good thing that the teenagers were busy with each other for at least an hour. It gave her time to gather herself before facing them. Amelia shook her head, trying to distract herself from the oppressive feeling. It was ridiculous for her, the second most intimidating woman in the British Isles -the undisputed first place belonged to McGonagall, much to Amelia's disappointment- to fear facing three young people barely into adulthood. But, somehow, all of them managed to participate some of the most embarrassing moments of her life.
After spending more than half an hour on the topic, the best solution she was able to come up was to act like nothing had happened, and hoping they wouldn't push her about the events. With that in mind, she got up to get dressed. For a moment, she considered wearing a heavy robe, appropriately serious, with the additional benefit of being a dash more conservative than her usual attire. After a brief consideration, she scratched the idea. First, the extra protection from the robe was meaningless against the power Harry could put behind his spells without straining himself. Second, she didn't want to give a sign that she was affected by the earlier encounter by acting too defensive.
Instead, she decided to wear the fruits of her latest visit to Muggle London, though she was shocked a bit during her visit. She hadn't expected for muggles to have huge stores just for exercise clothing, with every rack filled with brightly colored items made from unfamiliar fabrics. But she fell in love with them after one try, as they were both comfortable on her skin and easy to move in. Even though more revealing than she was used to, revealing every curve of her body with the way they stick, she decided to buy them.
She took a deep breath to flare the embers of her courage, then quickly dressed in her chosen items, a stretch top that would reveal everything if it wasn't for the sports bra underneath, and a pair of yoga pants, equally elastic, putting her shapely bottom on display. "Maybe they would distract him enough for me to steal a couple of wins," Amelia murmured to herself, her blush rising to match the color of her hair as the words left her mouth. She realized that she was trying to seduce a boy half her age just to get a fleeting advantage. But, her frustration wasn't enough to change her mind. Harry was strong, but that didn't make the string of losses she acquired more palatable. She was willing to play dirty if it brought a victory to soothe her damaged professional pride.
Her decision about the clothing finalized, she moved to the dueling room, where Harry and her niece was already waiting for her, though Hannah was absent. The only reaction Harry gave was a soft, appreciative whistle, one that made Amelia happier than she should have been when receiving an approval from her niece's boyfriend. But her niece stole her attention before she could ponder about it. "You look amazing, auntie," she said, her lips curled in amusement. "A bit revealing, though, don't you think?"
Amelia looked at her incredulously. Yes, she might have dressed different than usual, but her niece had no right to call her dressing revealing. Not with the clothes she was wearing, a pleated skirt that barely escaped to be called a belt instead, and a white tight tank-top that left most of her stomach bare, and made her lack of bra obvious. Amelia opened her mouth to reprimand her for her clothing, but her eyebrow quirked amusedly, and Amelia's words died prematurely. Amelia knew her niece enough that she was enjoying to be on the victor's side in a hopeless argument. There was no way Amelia could berate her niece after being caught peeking on them. Instead, she turned Harry. "Do you prefer to start with the sparring, or training first?"
"Sparring," Harry said, letting his gaze to linger over her body for a second. "For some reason, I feel too hot and bothered for a repetitive training."
Something that Amelia thought was impossible had happened to her. Her blush intensified even further. "Spar it is-" Amelia started, only for her words to wither in the middle, her mouth suddenly drier than a desert, as she watched Harry removing his shirt, revealing his muscular torso, littered with wounds, reminding her once more that it was a man that stood in front of her, not a spoiled boy.
"Shall we," Harry said, the humor in his tone reminding her that she was standing still for the last several seconds, watching the way his muscles rippled with his every move. "Ready," Harry continued, this time, there is a sharp snap in his tone. Amelia raised her wand and sent a silent shieldbreaker, but only after she felt the noticeable drain in her magic, she realized that it was dangerously strong for a spar. But, Harry proved her panic was unnecessary, when he redirected her spell to the ground mid-flight. It was her reflexes that prevented an injury from flying stones, a shield snapping in place between her and the explosion. Her conscious mind was too busy trying to understand what Harry had achieved. Redirecting a spell using a shield was possible, though quite difficult, but what Harry did was different. Midway, she felt the connection between the spell and her magic snapping off, the control of the spell hijacked by him, subsequently forced to change course, destroying the floor instead.
Several stunners, cracking with excess energy, appeared midst the dust screen, forcing her to focus more immediate concern, such as dodging the spells that broke her shield like it was made of fine porcelain. She dodged, but before she could send another attack in reply, he dashed through the dust, enhancing his rugged looks. Amelia felt her heartbeat spiking as his half-naked, slightly sweaty body sent her mind to the scene she observed a couple hours ago in her niece's room…
Her latest loss of concentration proved deadly. He dashed forward, and he was on her face before she could react. She raised her wand to send a banisher, hoping to gain some distance, but he plucked he wand off her fingers. He grabbed her wrist, took one more step, and Amelia found herself helplessly pinned, his chest pressing against her back. "Do you surrender?" he whispered into her ear. Amelia knew that the situation was hopeless, but she nevertheless continued her struggle to escape his grasp. But her struggles borne an unexpected side-effect, one she noticed when she tried to push him away with her hips. The hardness in his pants could be fire considering how quickly she pulled back, a shocked gasp leaving her mouth. But it wasn't the only noise that reached to her ears. It was mixed with a similar gasp, just much deeper, coming from lips that were very close to her ears.
A weakness she could use, Amelia realized as soon as she identified the source of the noise, and pushed her hips out once more, feeling the presence of his rock-hard shaft. But this time, instead of pulling back, she started moving her hips up and down. She tried to ignore her own enjoyment of the position, trying to focus on his loosening grip instead. As soon as she was sure that his grip was loose enough, she pulled her wrist from his grip, and reached for her wand. Her fingers closed around it, but she failed to pull it from Harry's strong grip. Then, she felt a push on her shoulder, causing her to lose her balance.
She braced herself for a hard fall, only for her descent to be arrested by arms wrapped around her midsection, her hands pressing on the ground for balance. More importantly, his shaft still firmly lodged between her cheeks. She tried to say something, but an unexpected sound rang in the room before Amelia compiled a response. "Such an interesting form of martial arts," Susan said, followed by a short laugh.
With the voice reminding the presence of her niece, Amelia tried to get away, but Harry's hands prevented her from escaping. "Not before you surrender," Harry added.
"I surrender," Amelia managed to stammer in her panic mode, jumping on her feet as soon as the grip loosened, her chest heaving like she just ran a marathon, only partially because her getting caught.
"Wow, auntie," Susan said, the enjoyment clear in her tone. "I didn't know sparring could be that fun. How about I join the training as well."
"Works for me, it would be good practice for multiple opponents," Harry said.
"Good," Susan said, walking towards them, her wand in hand, every step her took riding her skirt high enough to reveal her underwear. "But it wouldn't fun without something riding on the result?"
"How about the loser gives a full body massage to the victor," Harry said, winking at Susan. "I'm in dire need of a massage."
"Deal," Susan said, finalizing the deal before Amelia could say anything. Susan turned to Amelia. "Come on Auntie, you don't want to lose this, Harry gives amazing massages." Susan turned her gaze to Harry, appreciating the half-naked view while Amelia tried not to drown under a flashback to foot rub she received an hour ago. "Though the forfeit isn't exactly a chore either, right, auntie?" Susan continued, sending a wink to her. One she wasn't able to reply in any way, because Susan followed up with a banisher, targeting Harry. Amelia raised her wand and sent a few stunners in a wide range, forcing Harry to hide behind his shield, welcoming the familiar haze of combat over the confusion.
Susan managed to impress her in short order. Her casting was crisp, weighted with neither frill nor doubt. Much better than she could manage in the same age, rivaling her performance at graduation. Not to mention, she showed a tactical mind, trying to limit Harry's movement options instead of piling on his shield in hopes of breaking it. Amelia let her body to fall into the same rhythm with her niece, allowing them to push Harry towards the corner of the room, though Amelia had to admit, mostly because Harry stopped overcharging his spells in fear of hurting Susan. Amelia let herself feel hope. The victory seemed near.
It all changed in a moment. With him focusing on Susan for the most of the duel, Amelia was unprepared for a dozen of disarmers snapping at her. She managed to erect a shield, but its harried construction was unable to hold against the onslaught. The shield was smashed into smithereens, and Amelia's wand flew away from her hand less than a second later. Turning the same trick towards Susan, Harry managed to disarm her before Amelia's wand completed its flight trajectory.
"Nice fight," Harry said.
"Let's continue with training exercises," Amelia said, not wanting to talk about the bet she just lost. They started going through the spell-chaining exercises, with Susan excusing herself to visit Hannah. Amelia just hoped that her niece would be acting reasonably when they delivered their forfeit, though Amelia had doubts on that.
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Despite her best effort not to make a noise, a hissing noise escaped Amelia's mouth. Her niece was in front of her, dressed in nothing but a loose towel, her lack of underwear revealed every time she reached for something. Amelia wanted to admonish her, but she didn't think it would be effective, not after she had been caught peeking at them while having sex. Unable to say anything, Amelia turned her attention to Harry's body, face down, a small towel covering his bottom, purring happily as Susan's hands danced on his shoulders. "Come on, auntie, you're already late," Susan said, not bothering to pull her hands away from Harry's body. "You lost the bet as well, so don't try to pile all of the work to me. Start with the legs."
Amelia was glad neither of them was looking at her, missing the blush that rushed to her face. Amelia walked towards the table Harry lay, trying not to feel self-conscious about her state of dress. It didn't amount of flesh it covered, as it was quite substantial, but still, it was a bathrobe, which made her feel self-conscious. She tried to convince herself that there was no difference between her robe and a dress, but it rang false in her mind.
Still, a bet was a bet, which was why Amelia placed her hands on Harry's calf, and started massaging. She tried to distract herself by focusing on the work instead, trying to plan the approach for the next case. She even succeeded for a while. But, with each passing second, the presence of his tight muscles under her hands wormed deeper into her mind, until the point where the work couldn't find a hold in her mind despite her best effort, her thoughts hijacked by the texture of his muscles.
Amelia would have slapped herself, if it wasn't for the fact that she had to explain her niece the reason for self-punishment. Instead, she moved her hands down, massaging the soles of Harry's feet, something he enjoyed if the low growl was any indicator. She studiously ignored the sudden goosebumps that passed through her skin. She increased the speed she was rubbing his feet, trying to finish it quickly so she could leave.
After a couple minutes, Harry pressed his hands on the table and gave a little shake in an attempt to make himself more comfortable. However, there was a side effect from Amelia's perspective. With his sudden movement, the towel had climbed upwards, leaving one important part of his anatomy free for her gaze. It was smaller compared to the last time she saw it, but considering the enthusiastic attention it was receiving at that particular time, the difference wasn't too much of a surprise. For a moment, she felt a question worming itself to her mind, inquiring whether she alone would be able to enable achieve it. She smashed it mercilessly, doing her best to ignore the fact that her mind was continuously coming up with a similarly ridiculous question each second.
She was here because of the bet she had made, nothing more, she repeated, trying to believe her own thoughts.
"Time to turn," her niece spoke without warning, breaking her off her thoughts, causing Amelia to jerk back in panic, quickly replaced by a dose of low-key guilt. Somehow, she had forgotten about her niece's presence. Thankfully, neither of them commented on her weird response. Amelia turned her back, allowing Harry to change position comfortably. Though, she was aware that it was more for her comfort than Harry's, who had shown no sign of being body conscious up to that point. When she turned her back, Harry was lying his back, with the towel covering his crotch, her niece already gently caressing his chest. Amelia said nothing, just placed her hands on his thighs, trying to maul his hard muscles.
At that point, Amelia started to hope that she would be able to conclude the night without anything that's too shameful when her niece started to massage Harry's stomach. It wouldn't be a problem if she was on the side of the table, but she chose to stand at the head of the table, forcing her to lean forward. She even had to rise to her toes whenever she reached to lower part of his stomach. Still, it wouldn't be a problem, if it wasn't for the scandalously small towel she was wearing, one that rode up even further whenever she rose to her toes, high enough to create a view that would put a shine to Harry's eyes.
Amelia turned her focus back to her part of the massage, sooner she finished, sooner she could leave them alone. It was obvious that things were going to heat up soon, and she wanted to leave before that point. A minute later, she realized her estimation was a bit optimistic. Harry's shaft came to life much quicker than she had expected, making the situation even weirder. The towel was still in place, but its effect of concealment was limited considering it resembled a badly prepared tent instead.
A minute later, she was forced to correct herself. The towel had been quite useful instead, she realized when Susan suddenly pulled the towel and let it fell on the ground. Amelia felt the blood rushing to her brain, forcing her mind to reboot. It took almost a minute for her to start moving again. She pulled her hands away, about to leave the room, when her niece spoke once more. "Are you copping out, auntie?" Susan asked in a mocking tone. Logically, Amelia knew that it was a childish taunt, and she should have ignored it, but for some reason, she found herself unable to do so. Maybe it was the pride, maybe it was something more primal… But regardless of the reason, Amelia put her hands back on Harry's leg, despite a voice at the back of her mind telling begging her not to waste her last chance to retreat…
Chapter 34: Massage Mishap
Massage Mishap
"Very good, auntie," Susan said, even as she tried to reach Harry's erection, only to come short by an inch.
Amelia said nothing, mostly because she was unable to come up with anything to say. She had enough presence of mind to realize the sheer absurdity of her situation, massaging the boyfriend of her niece calmly -for a loose interpretation of the concept of calmness- while her niece was doing activities that were best left for the bedroom. For god's sake, the only reason Susan wasn't delivering a handjob to him was that she didn't want to stop the show he was watching. The show that she was providing whenever she rose on her toes, her short towel unable to cover even the essentials as it rose with her movement.
Then, Susan came up with a solution to her problem that sent Amelia's blush to an overdrive. She rose to her toes once more, but this time, she also took a step forward, managing to hide Harry's face under her towel. The sudden gasp escaping her mouth left no doubt about what exactly was happening there. Susan's hands wrapping around his girth hadn't been an addition to the situation that made it easier for Amelia as well.
Then, Amelia noticed Susan was looking directly into her eyes, with a toying smirk coloring her lips. Amelia would have blushed more, but she had already hit her physical limit, so that was a stunner she dodged. She avoided Susan's gaze and turned her eyes to where her hands were resting. A tactical mistake, she realized a second later, as she noticed she could still see Harry's shaft from the corner of her eye. She knew she should avoid looking at it, watching it twitch liberally under her niece's touch.
She didn't.
She wanted to blame the haze that started to fill her mind, making it harder and harder to think. In a sense, she was correct to blame it, as she would never stand watching her nieces hand dancing over her boyfriend's shaft if it wasn't for the mist that impaired her thoughts, slowing them down to a crawl. Still, even if she were correct to blame the haze, it didn't make much difference, considering its source. She would have liked to blame the alcohol, but the amount she consumed was not enough for such reaction. They were certainly not linked to the satisfied grunts leaving Harry's mouth, nor to the erotic moans escaping Susan's. That was what she tried to tell herself, at least, but ringing false in her soul.
Lost in her mind, Amelia was too late to notice her niece's hand was no longer wrapped around Harry's shaft, nor she noticed when Susan walked towards her until she was already behind her. Only after she heard Susan's whisper, she realized the situation had changed, and it was already too late. "It's an impressive sight. Don't you think so, auntie?"
Amelia jerked in surprise, caught flat-footed by her niece's sudden presence. She opened her mouth to answer, but simultaneously, she felt Susan's hand grabbing her hair, increasing the priority of questioning her niece. "Susan, what-" she started saying, only for Susan to push her forward, and Amelia felt her words interrupted with something that filled her mouth, utterly and completely.
"I think you have been a naughty girl, auntie, peeking on us without shame, having alone time with my boyfriend in the bathroom, watching unashamedly as I treat my boyfriend to a hand job…" Amelia tried to pull back to answer, but Susan's hand prevented her from rising. "No auntie, you have pushed your luck today, and deserve some punishment." For a minute, they kept the position. Anxious about impending punishment and distracted by Harry's girth in her mouth, only after a minute it occurred for Amelia that pushing Susan away and exerting her authority as a guardian was a viable solution. But even after the realization, Amelia hesitated to act.
That hesitation cost her, the punishment coming in the form a slap, leaving a stinging after-effect in her bottom. She tried to cry, but Harry's presence in her mouth ensured that only sound she was able to summon was an indecipherable muffle. She was unable to produce even that much with the next slap, however, when the sudden pressure from Susan's other hand pushed Harry's shaft deeper into her mouth, its crown pressing the entrance of her throat.
Susan had loosened the pressure on the back of her head after a few blows, allowing her to pull her head up a bit. Harry's cock was still in her mouth, but it wasn't pressing to her throat anymore. Glad to be able to take a relatively unrestricted breath, Amelia didn't even care much about the sting of yet another slap to her bottom. She tried to pull her head back, hoping that the ordeal was over, though the surge of disappointment rising in her heart with that thought surprised her. She couldn't have enjoyed that moment of indignity, could she?
Susan's next action made the point moot for the moment. As if to prove the earlier moment was the lull before the storm, Susan pressed her head down once more, this time deep enough to force Harry's shaft to pass the entrance of her throat, lodging itself in the depths of it. Gagging helplessly with the unexpected presence, the slaps her niece was raining on her bottom had become an afterthought. Susan relaxed the pressure occasionally, allowing her to catch her breath before pushing her head down once more.
But even in the context of what was going on, her niece's next action managed to shock her to the bone. Her hand landed on the flesh of her bottom with another stiff spank, but this time instead of leaving, her hand started sliding down, unimpeded until Amelia felt her fingers caressing her nether lips. Sopping wet, much to Amelia's shame, and the sudden jolt of pleasure originating from her niece's fingers did nothing to cure her shame. She should have raged in anger. She wanted to rage in anger, or at least, what she told herself.
However, the way she obediently sucked Harry's cock under Susan's guidance was enough to show the strength of her conviction, she realized cynically. Then, Susan's fingers twirled, and Amelia felt her body twitch in a foreign pleasure. The magnitude of pleasure was far different compared to the times she attended to her own needs, something that had been regular ever since she had become the Head Auror during the war, with the most males in her life either intimidated by her or trying to butter-up her for future political favors. It had been so bad that sometimes she wished for a brave soul to push her on the table and take her mercilessly.
She didn't expect that soul to be her niece, nor she imagined the boyfriend of said niece lying on the table, filling her throat with his thick cock. Still, she wasn't exactly in a position she could be picky, she noted with a brief moment of humor.
Amelia felt a pair of round objects pressing to her back. "Do you like the attention you are receiving, auntie?" Susan whispered into her ear, but the way she kept one hand over Amelia's head showed she expected to respond, which Amelia was glad for. At least, she had been saved from the indignity of answering that question.
Especially when she didn't think she would be able to answer negatively, she lacked the necessary willpower to fight against her desires, especially when a storm of pleasure dominated her soul. Amelia felt the pressure on the back of her head disappear, only to immediately reappear over her breast. She felt Susan's fingers sinking deep into the generous flesh of her breasts, but it was only an afterthought. More important thing was that with the pressure gone, she could easily stand up, leaving her mouth free to deliver a speech of disappointment to her niece, even though she wasn't sure how convincing it would be. For example, she was having trouble convincing herself.
Amelia continued bobbing her head around Harry's cock.
The decision was automatic, but at no point, Amelia tried to change it. She was far too deep in the pleasure already, and there was no point in stopping, it would only deny the climax whose foundation had been built up for the last few hours. Still, she appreciated the presence of two new hands, pressing down to her hair with a skin rougher than her nieces, taking the decision away from Amelia. Even the fact that they were forcing her to go even deeper on his cock was negligible compared to the freedom coming from the lack of choice, leaving her free to enjoy her treatment.
Already skirting the edge of the chasm, Amelia finally climaxed seconds later. She would have collapsed if it wasn't for the quick thinking of her niece's, wrapping her arm around her waist to support her trembling legs. She felt Harry's presence leaving her mouth as Susan pulled her up. She gave a slight push, and Amelia followed the direction without protest, not even checking to see where they were going. Susan asked her to raise her leg to the side, then throw over the table, which Amelia hadn't thought to question until the motion was almost complete, when she felt something touching her slit. Something familiar.
Amelia's eyes jerked open in panic, only to see she had already positioned herself above Harry's cock, the slightest motion enough to impale her. Amelia opened her mouth to say something, about to protest that she wasn't willing to go that far. Just not yet, a traitorous part of her brain shouted loudly.
But just like before, her decision has been taken away by her niece, sudden presence of her hands on her shoulders delivering a slight addition to her weight. A small addition that was enough to destroy the delicate balance she was maintaining. She moved, occupied by the feeling his cock generated as it invaded her insides. "Yes," Amelia shouted, all the thoughts about stopping deserting their posts, routed by the sudden assault of pleasure.
A pair of arms slithered around her, fingers sneaking towards her rock-hard nipples over the gentle slopes of her breasts. "It feels nice, right, auntie?" Susan whispered in her ear.
"You-are-so-grounded," Amelia managed to say, though it hadn't been easy, each word interrupted by another gasp as a pleasure she never felt filled her soul.
"Really?" Susan said, giggling, even as her fingers clasped one of her nipples, her other hand slowly sneaking down, caressing her skin tenderly on the way. "I don't have any objection," she said, her hand finally reaching the point where Harry's cock disappeared and reappeared repeatedly. But her fingers didn't stay idle, drawing circles around her clit. "But if we are distributing punishments, I think this is the perfect time for yours, for peeking on us without permission." Amelia opened her mouth to answer, but Susan cut her off. "But I'm not cruel like you, so I'll give you another option. You either pick the punishment…" Susan drawled, and Amelia readied herself to pick the second option. After all, there was no chance that Amelia would prefer to be punished by her niece instead. "… or I stop what I'm doing right now."
The answer came automatically. "Punishment!" Amelia shouted in a panicked manner, feeling ashamed of the speed she folded.
"Good answer, auntie," Susan said before pushing her forward once more until Amelia's breasts pressed tight on Harry's chest, but the detail paled about something more important. Her lips were separated from Harry's lips by a hair's breadth. A distance Harry wasn't willing to suffer, as he proved by crossing the remainder, his tongue invading her mouth like a thunder. One of his hand sifted through her hair until it found a good handle, then he wrapped her hair around his fist, not caring about the pain he inflicted. In contrast, his other hand danced across her back, delivering a tender, yet passionate massage along her spine.
Harry's attention had distracted her from the promised punishment, until she felt a weird sensation on her bottom. She didn't understand what happened until she felt the presence of her niece's fingers once again. But this time, pushing to an entrance that shouldn't be touched at all! Amelia tried to pull back from Harry's kiss to prevent Susan from playing with such a dirty place, but Harry's grip was too tight for her to overcome.
"Don't worry auntie, I already cleaned and lubricated it," Susan said, continuing with a soft chuckle. "Magic is so wonderfully convenient," she added, illuminating the small mystery about the earlier sensation. Not that Amelia had time to appreciate the knowledge, with her attention stolen away by Susan's fingers pressing against her entrance. The presence of Susan's finger was clear as it slid inside, stretching her hole bit by bit. Amelia moaned, the sound readily repressed by Harry's tongue busy mauling her lips. However, even his attention was unable to her pained shout when she felt a second finger added to the mix.
"Such a beautiful sound," Harry said, leveraging the fact that his mouth was free. His hands slid and caught Amelia's hips, stabilizing before he started to impale her rapidly, building up her climax. Soon, she felt the pleasure invading her body, and a tremble caught her body, in an intensity that she never tasted before her life, a rush of light black and white invading her vision. In a haze, she was barely aware as Harry pulled out, arms wrapping around her body, carrying her to somewhere else.
It felt amazing, traveling effortless, a pair of arms holding her in a bridal hold, promising her that it was okay not to be in control for once away from the Wizengamot that scrutinized her every move, away from the Aurors who looked at her with an emotionless harpy, away from the Minister who was waiting for the smallest weakness to sack her… Here, wrapped in his arms, for once, none of them mattered. She pressed her head to his chest, letting its strong beat lull her to sleep…
Only to jerk back into life by a hard slap from soft fingers. "No falling asleep, auntie," Susan said, a cheeky smile painted on her face. Amelia blushed even more. She wasn't even going to bother lying to herself about, her authority over her niece was more worthless than a paper tiger, and bothering to claim otherwise was a waste of time from both their ends. Then, they arrived at her bedroom, and Harry threw her on her bed, freeing her from the obligation to answer.
For a moment, she lay on her back, her body on display for the two young adults that was in her room, examining her hungrily. Then, Harry stepped on the bed, grabbed her legs and raised them upwards until they were resting on his shoulders. "Are you ready?" he whispered, his crown pressing against her rear entrance.
Amelia would have said no, but the flood of desire flowing in her didn't allow for her to do so. She nodded, then her gaze moved left, where her niece was sitting in her work chair, her legs parted. And since she wasn't wearing even a piece of clothing, it resulted in an amazing view, with her body on display. But even her distraction was unable to distract from the feeling of invasion as his shaft slowly filled her backdoor, which managed to stay untouched until it managed to get the attention of the-boy-who-lived.
"Careful," she gasped as the panic got sharper with each passing second, as he traveled deeper inside her.
He smirked. "Come on Amelia," he said even as one of his hands slid down her leg until it reached her slit, teasing her lower lips softly. "A tough girl like you shouldn't cry because of a dash of pain." With that, he pushed the entirety of his shaft inside.
Amelia would have said something annoyed, if it wasn't for the rush of pain and pleasure, frazzling her mind until the distinction between the words and the meaningless garbles disappeared. There was only the feeling of being utterly and completely filled. Again and again…
Then she felt a presence hovering over her head, and heard a voice, but her mind was well past the point of deciphering their meanings. She opened her eyes, and recognized the presence as Susan, whose legs parted on both sides of her head, her nether lips hovering just above her lips. Amelia, well past the point of feeling shocked, let her tongue out as Susan closed the remaining distance, filling her mouth with an unfamiliar, but pleasant, taste.
At that point, her sense of time joined her ability to comprehend words as yet another ability she had temporarily lost, not that she minded. She let her mind wander in a sea of pleasure, her ship adrift by the winds of ecstasy. At last, she felt a tsunami of pleasure, drowning her world in a soft, beautiful darkness…
Hello everyone. First of all, let me apologize for the huge hiatus. Unfortunately, it seems that the hiatus is going to continue for a while, as I'm currently employed in a business that's edging the bankruptcy, and requires constant overtime to keep it alive. I expect the same schedule to last for another 3-6 months. After that, it either goes down or recover, and in either case, I can return to writing.
Respectfully,
Selene