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The Overpowered Gamer 49
🕑 Added 2023-04-09 15:50:36 +0000 UTC49. Too Much Free Time
Harry sat down in the chair silently, sparing only a glance at the old man who was slumped face-first on the claw-footed desk.
Summoning the Elder Wand in his hand, he marvelled at the weapon that would provide its wielder with unlimited power to even the odds if they ever faced someone stronger than them.
It had no upper limits. No restrictions. It had the ability to make its user equal to anything, to anyone.
A sudden intoxicating thought left him breathless. Would it make him Creator’s equal if he fought him in a battle? Would he be able to duel him on an equal footing with this in his hand? Not that he was actually planning something like that. Creator was his ally, the one who gave him this gamer power, the one who was wishing and preparing him to become Order. The one without whom he and his family would be entrapped in some Death Eater’s basement. He owed a debt to that man which could never be paid.
But there was always a tiny chance that there might come a time when he would need to fight him, when he would need to flee from him. And would this Death Stick come in handy then if that ever happened?
He didn’t think so. This Elder Wand was made by Lady Death—who also happened to be Creator's wife if his memory was correct—and she shouldn’t be strong enough to create something that would challenge the ruler of the multiverse, that would make the one-above-all sweat. No, he didn’t think there was any weapon that would give him a shortcut to balancing the unrivalled power of the God. There was only one way to reach that level. And that simple way was to keep on grinding. It would take time. Maybe hundreds of years, but he would surely succeed by toiling on this long arduous path.
His musings were cut short by the awakening of the old headmaster.
“You know, if I really was so bad I wouldn’t have spared you. If I was just some arrogant boy with a God complex, I would’ve killed you for raising your wand against your ‘God’. But I must disappoint you and keep myself from killing an old frail man.” Harry said with a condescending smile, peering down at him as he rose from the desk groggily.
Dumbledore stiffened, trying to summon the Elder Wand, paling when it didn’t respond to his will.
Registering his student's words, he stumbled into his seat when he saw his wand in the boy’s hand. His blood ran cold and there were beads of sweat on his brow.
Somehow composing himself, he relaxed somewhat and glared at the desk.
Harry didn’t break the silence, letting the old man think, allowing him to get his thoughts in order, granting him peace to recall his defeat and come to terms with it.
“How?” Dumbledore at last questioned, finally looking at him, not even batting an eye as the wand vanished from Harry’s grasp and went somewhere.
“What if I told you that your Death Stick is far inferior to me? That even with its power you were still far weaker than me? Would you believe me if I said so?
“You see, there’s only so much the Elder Wand can do. Its legendary ability to even the balance with anyone—no matter how far apart they are in terms of raw power—still fell short before me. After all, it can only fill a pond. And I, Dumbledore, am the ever-expanding ocean that can’t bother itself with small no-name ponds. That should say everything that needs to be said.
“I can turn the entire castle into ashes in an instant if I want to. I can massacre the entire London in mere minutes if I desired. I can destroy anyone and everyone. I am God, Dumbledore. A merciful God who punishes only evil. That’s the reason why I haven’t shown my true power. That’s why I didn’t become some dark lord and conquer everything. Because my work of weeding out evil can be done silently from the shadows. I don’t need fame or influence for this work. My overwhelming power compensates for everything.
“So, let’s forget what happened today, shall we? You stay out of my business and I keep away from yours. There’s no need for you to die in some pathetic attempt to force your morals on me. Just keep mum and live with the curse of truth, knowing you can’t do anything but watch as the world transforms for the better. And if you can’t do that, if you can’t be content in remaining a mere spectator, I might become even more cruel and bloodthirsty to show you the error of your ways. Because believe me, you haven’t seen anything yet.” Harry finished his monologue and gracefully got out of the chair, wearing his playful smile as if he hadn’t just threatened the headmaster of Hogwarts.
He spun around after sending one more contemptuous look and started for the door, smiling at the lost crestfallen expression of the old man. He went only a couple of steps before Dumbledore spoke up.
“Voldemort is alive. If you really are just after ‘evil’ ones, you might want to take care of him too.”
Harry chuckled, reaching the door and looking over his shoulder at him. “Don’t worry, Professor. I already know that. I’ll defeat him. You just sit back and be at peace. You’re already too old to stress about these things.”
And just to spook him some more, he teleported right in front of him.
Dumbledore would now spend his time wondering how he ‘apparated’ inside the wards.
Dramatic much?
Isis commented in his head as he popped back into the second Room of Requirement that he had made for training Iris and Daphne. At this early hour, it was empty, though he wouldn’t have been surprised if Daphne still had been here.
He wished for a comfy bed and flopped on it after the Room conjured it for him.
Addressing his soulmate’s remark, and feeling her mirth at the literal title, he said mentally. ‘It had to be done. I needed to mix lies with truths, I needed to be theatrical enough to create an image in his head that was even mightier than the real me. Now he’ll worry himself into exhaustion before acting against me.’
Fair enough, I suppose. And congratulations on acquiring the Elder Wand. You’re now only one Deathly Hallow away from finishing that particular quest.
‘Thank you, why don't you show me all my ongoing quests?’
A blue translucent screen materialised before his eyes.
QUEST!
— Judge and Executioner
Punish/Pardon everyone with the Death Eater mark at your discretion.
REWARD!
– Perk [?]
…
QUEST!
– Go to the Island of Elune and save the last elf.
REWARD!
– Perk [World Jumper]
…
QUEST:
– Find the three Deathly Hallows.
The Invisibility Cloak: In possession
The Elder Wand: In possession
The Resurrection Stone:
REWARD:
– 20,000 XP.
– Perk: [Immortality]
…
QUEST:
– Kill Voldemort.
REWARD:
– 10,000 XP
– Perk [?]
Harry hummed thoughtfully as he eyed the four quests. And he was very aware of how he hadn’t gotten any new quests since meeting the Creator at Tracey’s mother’s flat. Since he was given the [Instant Dungeon] Perk.
Yes, these are your last quests. Once you finish them, the quest system will be changed along with many other things. Consider it a reward from the Creator for your dedication. Once you’re done with these four objectives, the entire gamer system will be changed to give you absolute freedom.
There won’t be any quests to force you to do something. There won’t be any traits to hinder you. You’ll be entirely free to do anything you want. I’m eager to see you reach that point, Harry. And I must say I’m surprised how quickly you are going to accomplish that.
“I see. That’s good to hear. Though I don’t know how I’ll finish the Voldemort quest when there’s no Voldemort.” He thought out loud and once again there was only silence from Isis. It wasn’t the first time he had talked about it with her, but just like always she refused to utter a single word when this topic was brought up.
Most likely she was forbidden by the Creator from helping him.
~xXxXx~
At breakfast, Neville suddenly spoke up with a smile after Harry and Daphne informed them that they wouldn’t be attending classes and that they were exempt from year-end exams. “Hermione, you can finally achieve your dream of ranking first since these two won’t be giving exams.”
The girl beside him made a sour face. “That’s hardly an achievement, Neville. It means nothing if they are not even in the race.”
“Don’t be such a party pooper. This is the only chance you’ll get at being the first ranker. Enjoy it, bask in it… while it lasts.” Harry goaded her from across the table, making her eyebrows twitch.
“We’ll see. I might just keep my position even next year.” Hermione said, her eyes narrowed, flaring with the flames of unrequited rivalry. She bit back an indignant gasp when he simply turned his face towards Daphne and began talking as if they weren’t just having a very important discussion.
“So, Daphne, since we are going to have so much free time, do you want me to take you on a stroll around the castle?” He asked with an eager grin, ignoring Astoria’s annoyed huff.
The blonde looked apologetically at him and shook her head. “Sorry, I’m meeting with my team to strategize and train. I don’t think I’ll have much time to spare.”
“So, this is what neglect feels like. I finally understand the pain. Can’t even have a bit of my girlfriend’s attention.” Harry mumbled in a histrionic manner, loud enough to be heard by his friends and sister.
“Don’t be such a drama queen. I’ll be busy only for the next few days, probably. After that, I’ll try to compensate for ‘neglecting’ you.” Daphne deadpanned, though she truly did feel a little bad for rejecting his sweet proposal. She was almost tempted to cancel the team meeting and frolic away with her boyfriend. But no, now was not the time to get distracted.
“Fine, but your compensation better be worth it.” He chuckled, his gaze dipping to her lips and then to her chest.
She did not blush, having gotten used to his antics, but the suggestive tone did sow a seed of anticipation inside her. He wasn’t the only teen with hormones after all.
“It will be. Believe me.” She said in the same suggestive tone, her lips curving up in a smug grin.
“Enough! We are eating here. Stop eye-fucking each other and get a room, you two.” Astoria snapped, who was sitting between them, breaking their moment.
“Seconded.” Tracey added, snickering at them.
Too soon, it was time to part as the breakfast ended and the first period of the day was upon them. Harry bid his friends and sister goodbye, staring at their backs until they left the Great Hall.
“See you.” Daphne smiled softly, leaning over and placing a kiss on his mouth. He was happy to find it less chaste than it was yesterday. His goal of making her accustomed to public displays of affection was going well. It was far from a tongue-in-the-throat kiss, but at least it wasn’t just a peck. She didn’t even blush as the nearby Gryffindors whistled at them.
“See you later.” He told her as she broke away towards the Ravenclaw table where her teammate, Chloe Dupont, was sitting. And he didn’t fail to notice Krum approaching them. Team B seemed quite serious about the tournament. Maybe it wouldn’t be as one sided competition as he had thought.
Inspired by them, he tried to find his own teammates, which wasn’t a particularly difficult task seeing how the Great Hall had emptied, most of the students having already left for their classes. He only managed to locate Fleur who seemed to have forgotten that it wasn’t a library and was reading a book splayed open on Ravenclaw table. Elitsa was missing, then again, she had mentioned that they would meet tomorrow and not today to discuss their strategy.
Getting up, he moved towards the Veela and stopped behind her, taking a moment to appreciate her beauty.
Her light silver blonde hair that sometimes looked snow white was styled in a pretty braid, flowing down the nape of her pale neck and hanging at her waist. And she had finally stopped wearing her white summer dresses and had opted for simple black jeans and a white sweater. “Good morning.”
She looked at him as he stepped to her side, a cute confused look flashing over her face at the realisation that they were the only two left in the Great Hall. “Good morning, ‘Arry. Where is everyone?”
“Gone. What are you reading?”
“A spell book recommended by Madam Blanc.” She answered, shrinking and pocketing it before getting on her feet, and sauntering out of the empty hall. She didn’t seem to mind as he accompanied her.
“Hmm. Eos may be a slut but she seems like a good mentor.” He pondered out loud, approaching the exit, quickly clamming up as he realised the girl might take offence on her behalf. “Sorry!”
Unexpectedly, she just chuckled. “Don’t worry. My teacher is strange. She takes pride in being a ‘slut’. It is a compliment for ‘er. And if she doesn’t mind, who am I to get angry on ‘er behalf?”
“That’s indeed a strange thing to be proud of.” Harry agreed.
“Yes, I ‘ave argued against ‘er many times. I don’t like ‘ow she sleeps wiz anyone ‘andsome enough. I think it devalues ‘er beauty and worth. After all, a person should only sleep wiz someone wiz whom zey ‘ave a connection. I don’t like meaningless sex which my teacher regularly partakes in. Something like zat only diminishes ze lustre of loving sex.” She complained frustratedly as they left the castle and stalked towards Hagrid’s hut.
Realising that she had been talking to a thirteen-year-old boy, she blushed and stammered. “Sorry for ze rant. I ‘ad been itching to speak my mind about zat to someone for a while.”
“No problem. You just gave words to something I’ve always believed in.” He replied thoughtfully, totally getting what she meant.
It was this reason that had stopped him from fucking all the older students who lusted after him. It was because of this that he hadn’t followed Lavender to her dorm yesterday to screw her. If sex became just so normal and unmagical to him, if he started fucking even strangers without a second thought then he feared he might stop being able to distinguish between love and lust. He lusted after his sister and mother not just because they were extraordinarily beautiful, but also because he loved them. He was sure that he would have desired them even if they were just average-looking people.
Fleur smiled brightly at meeting someone with similar thoughts as her.
The two stopped outside the Beauxbatons' carriage and she gave him an amused look. “I forgot to ask, but why are you following me?”
“I’m just bored and have nothing better to do.” He responded nonchalantly, causing her to let out a snort. “And since my friends are currently in class and my girlfriend decided to abandon me to focus on the tournament, I’m quite alone and thought ‘Hey, it's a mighty fine time to acquaint myself with my French teammate’.”
“‘As someone ever told you ‘ow dramatic you are?” She said wryly, leading him into the carriage and towards her room.
“Actually, Daphne did mention something like that during the breakfast.”
The duo ignored the curious glances thrown at them as they crossed through the common room and stopped before a door. Just before Fleur could open it and slip inside with him, the door to the next room slowly parted open and two older Beauxbatons’ boys stepped out. They froze when they caught sight of her and Harry.
Fleur scrunched up her nose in disgust while the boys relaxed and smiled sheepishly, knowing the Veela wouldn’t get them in trouble because of her association with Madam Blanc.
“Congratulations on your selection, Miss Delacour.” One of them said awkwardly as they shuffled away.
The silver-haired beauty just sighed and pulled Harry into her room before shutting the door loudly. He guessed whose room the earlier door led to and the reason for his teammate’s sudden bout of annoyance.
“If it vexes you that much, you should leave her. If you just want to learn from someone powerful, I might be of some help.” He offered as she slumped on her bed with an anguished look on her face. She pointed towards the chair before the desk and he perched on it, looking around the prim white room. Unlike Greengrass Manor, it felt homely and lived in even with the lack of colour.
“No, I like Madam Blanc even with ‘er faults. I’m not wiz ‘er just because of ‘er power and knowledge. She is a very lonely woman. And I like giving ‘er company and comfort when I can.” She explained.
“I don’t think she was particularly lonely while getting stuffed by two boys.” He commented dryly.
Fleur’s lips twitched. “You know, for a boy of your age, you are razzer crude and confident. But returning to ze topic, Madam Blanc really is lonely. And before you ask, I know zat because I am a Veela. My species is expert in reading people’s emotions.”
“I thought your species were all about sex. Though I already guessed it was a gross exaggeration.”
“Sex is an emotion too.” She answered mirthfully, finding it refreshing that he was being rather straightforward about his curiosities.
He sported a thoughtful look before smiling eagerly at her. “Do me too. What can you read about my emotions?”
“Lust. An unhealthy amount of lust roils off you. Zere is also some sort of internal conflict zat you expertly hide. I might ‘ave been able to read more if we ‘ad spent time togezzer and formed a bond.” She grinned knowingly.
Harry’s smile vanished and he looked at her strangely. “And yet you brought me inside your bedroom. What if I take advantage of my strength and force myself on you? You should be rather careful with who you take to your room.”
“I forgot to mention zat I’m also a good judge of character. I wouldn’t ‘ave invited you if I feared for my safety from you. And I ‘ave observed your lust for a while anyway. It is safe to say zat you act on it when you’re wiz only certain people.”
He hummed thoughtfully, hiding his apprehension. “I am almost scared to ask who these certain people are?”
“Your girlfriend, Daphne Greengrass, obviously. But zis is where it gets interesting. You also desire your sister, and she reciprocates your feelings. I dare say you and ‘er are already intimate, even more intimate zan you and Daphne are. Don’t worry, I will try not to judge you. From what I ‘ave seen, you siblings do love each ozzer and it is not just physical attraction. I am also ‘appy zat you are not cheating on your girlfriend since she seems to be aware of your incestuous relationship.” She finished with a twinkle in her eyes.
Harry would have thought that she was trying to blackmail him, but there was no malice, and only intrigue and amusement in her eyes. “I must say I’m impressed by your skill. You guessed all these from just observing me in the Great Hall. But I hope you also know how to keep secrets. Otherwise, our partnership will fail even before the first task starts.”
“Don’t worry, what people do in zeir bedroom doesn’t concern me. And if I can tolerate Madam Blanc’s soulless and shameless debauchery, zen your loving relationship wiz your sister seems razzer wholesome.” She assured him.
“Thank you.”
The silence was deafening as they stared at each other. Harry couldn’t help but be wary of the harmless-looking girl who so easily figured him out. Was it a good idea to spend time with someone like her? Someone who can read his emotions?
“I ‘ope I did not scare you away. It is razzer refreshing talking wiz someone who can look me in ze eyes for ze entire conversation. Who doesn’t blabber or peek at my chest.” She said, sensing his fear.
“I can’t really blame them. You do have an impressive eye-catching bust.” He quipped, briefly glancing down at her perky breasts that were stretching against her white sweater. It was obviously nowhere near big enough like Eos’ or his mum’s, but for a sixteen-year-old girl she did pack a nice rack.
She laughed softly, enjoying being able to joke about something like that without having the other party mindlessly drooling. “Merci.”
“So, what should we do? I hope you do have free time to entertain me.”
Before she could answer, there was a knock on the door. “Fleur, it’s me, open the door.”
Harry didn’t understand the language but he did know the voice.
“Sorry, ‘Arry. It is my training time wiz Madam Blanc.” She said sheepishly, walking to the door swiftly.
He sighed and adjusted the chair to face the entrance. As she opened the door, Eos strode inside before freezing at the sight of him. “Harry Potter?”
She looked divine in the satin black gown that exposed a tantalising amount of cleavage and hugged her plump hips. But her gorgeous face didn’t exactly have a welcoming look as she frowned at him.
“Good morning.” He smiled anyway.
“Good morning.” She said, losing her frown and opting for a sultry grin. “I didn’t know Fleur finally decided to pop her cherry. I wouldn’t have minded joining you two to facilitate an easier joining.”
None of them were fooled by her smile.
“When I’ll ‘ave sex, it would not be a threesome.” Fleur said, rolling her eyes and ushering her towards the bed where they sat side by side.
“True. If I ever have sex with Fleur, I’d rather not share her with anyone and just fuck her myself for hours and hours.” Harry grinned lewdly, giving the Veela a slow once over.
Fleur chuckled and jokingly winked at him. “Nozzing is impossible.”
Eos hid a scowl seeing their familiarity. “Truly? I think you’re lying. How can you really say that you wouldn’t love a threesome with me and Fleur? Just imagine us both on our knees, servicing your manhood while you leer at our perfect nude bodies.”
“That does sound like a sexy time. But what after when we are done fucking? What will I talk about with you? Who’d I cuddle with? Who’d I kiss? I think the aftermath would be very awkward and disappointing since in this hypothetical scenario you would be practically a stranger to me.” He said. “And honestly, I don’t really want to have sex with you.”
Eos was looking at him as if he was speaking Chinese. “You don’t want to have sex with me? That’s definitely a lie. You don’t have to pretend to be a ‘good loyal’ boy to get into Fleur’s good graces.”
“It’s not about that. Believe me when I say that you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. But the post-orgasmic bliss with you will feel quite empty since I don’t like you very much and because your idea of sex is vastly different from mine. I don’t like sharing, and if rumours are true then you hardly ever have sex with only one partner in the room. That thing disgusts me and causes my interest in you to fizzle out.” Harry smiled infuriatingly as her face turned red.
“I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree. As I am able to understand, you are just a prude who hasn’t experienced getting buried in a mass of beautiful bodies. Can you really say you wouldn’t like half a dozen girls jostling you from all sides, touching and groping you, overwhelming you?” She asked a little heatedly.
“I don’t think we need to discuss this further. We just have entirely different tastes.” He shrugged, getting up from the chair. “I think I better go now. See you later, Fleur.”
“Goodbye.” She smiled, her eyes widening a second later when he ‘apparated’ from his spot, the wards seemingly useless in restricting instantaneous transportation. Then again, he was the same boy who had broken the ancient wards of Hogwarts castle, so she shouldn’t really be surprised.
~xXxXx~
Now that even Fleur was busy and couldn’t provide him company, Harry was at a loss for what to do. It was only 9:20 in the morning. He still had to pass hours before Iris or others would get lunch break. He was almost tempted to go join them in the Transfiguration class, hopefully, Professor McGonagall would be rather impressed that he even showed up for class when he didn’t need to than be disappointed that he was twenty minutes late. But just before he could do that, another idea appeared to him. And this was far more fun than attending a lecture.
Without another thought, he teleported to Greengrass Manor. Since he had so much idle time, giving a surprise visit first to his aunt and then to his mother became an alluring and viable option. And while he did visit them every weekend, an unexpected reunion might be more entertaining.
Not finding his sexy blonde in the living room, he flounced into the kitchen and called her name in a singsong voice, already getting hard thinking about how he would fuck her. “~Proserpin—”
He stopped short at the sight of his mum and aunt drinking coffee at the dining table. The two women had snapped their heads towards him and were looking confused at his abrupt arrival.
“Oh, hello there, mum.” Harry mumbled in disbelief.
A stifling silence settled over them instantly, and Proserpina paled at seeing the angry gleam in Lily’s eyes. “Hello, sweetie. I didn’t know you started calling your aunt by name.”
The redhead’s voice was stilted as she glared at her son before turning her judgemental look at the blonde. Proserpina’s heart skipped a beat from the venom in Lily’s voice.
“I just thought that I was getting too old to keep calling her aunty.” Harry lied feebly, knowing there was no way he could convince his mum that he wasn’t sticking his dick in his aunt.
“Oh, I guess that’s fine. But why are you here instead of Hogwarts?” She questioned bitingly, getting up from her seat in a furious manner.
“Uhm, because—”
“Enough. I’m not in the mood to listen to any more lies. Proserpina, today’s duelling session is cancelled. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Harry, home now!” She ordered, slamming down her mug on the table and marching towards him. Proserpina flinched and nodded meekly as her best friend took Harry’s hand and the two teleported away.
It might be a good idea to write a Will today. Who knows what will happen tomorrow?
In the Potter Manor, Lily grabbed her son by his shoulders and glowered at him. “Are you sleeping with Proserpina?”
“Yes.”
“Since when?”
“Since I started training under her during the summer vacation.”
Her hands limply fell to her sides, and she trudged towards the sofa before slumping into it. Harry winced at her tired look and silently sat beside her. He was grateful that she didn’t shy away from his touch when he placed his arm around her shoulder.
“Why didn’t you tell me? It’s been months since you began an affair with her.” She asked in a barely audible voice.
“Aunty wanted to keep it a secret.” He mumbled back.
“Of course she would. She knew I’d have stopped you otherwise. She is more than twice your age. Letting you fuck me was a sacrifice that became a guilty pleasure afterwards. You and Iris engaging in a sexual relationship with each other was something I couldn’t have stopped. And now I’ll have to turn a blind eye while my friend takes advantage of my son’s overactive libido. Can you understand how bad I feel as a mother? You should be studying and having crushes on girls your age like every other boy. But here you are, having multiple taboo relationships with your sister, mother, and aunt.” She groaned miserably.
Harry couldn’t help but let out a snort which didn’t help his case.
“Oh, was something funny? Please tell me the joke too. I need a good laugh right now,” His mum said sarcastically.
“Sorry. But I sometimes forget that you are just like any other mum. Sometimes loving, and sometimes nagging and worrying about stupid things.” He shrugged, smiling as her red eyebrows twitched in annoyance.
“That isn’t helping with my mood, you should—” Before she could start again, he cupped her face and planted a passionate kiss on her mouth. Her soft pink lips squished against his. She was surprised for a second but didn’t take too much time before kissing him back. He gently pried open her mouth, lightly caressing her cheeks with his thumbs, and forced his tongue against hers. She shuddered and sucked on his tongue. The room slowly filled up with the indecent sounds of their snogging.
When they pulled back, there was drool slobbered over her mouth and she was considerably more relaxed.
“Now to answer your accusations since you seem calmer now. You can’t compare oranges to apples. We are far different from mundane families. You shouldn’t feel guilty for loving our sex. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. I have a problem with my lust. You, being a lovely mum, helped me, and somewhere along the way began enjoying our arrangement. That’s completely fine. You are a woman too. You have your needs. There’s no need to beat yourself up for being a ‘bad’ mum. Because in my and Iris’ eyes, you’re the best. And that’s the only way you should measure if you're a good mum or not.
“Secondly, it is not your fault that Iris and I are too close. I don’t think you could have done anything to prevent that. We twins were always like that and will always be like that. And lastly, Aunt Proserpina didn’t take advantage of me. If we want to be technical, it was the other way around. She was just too pent up and, honestly, so easy to seduce into bed. And I, being a horny boy, couldn’t let a chance to bag a blonde bombshell slip away. I always had a crush on her.” He explained, his hand moving to her hair and pulling it free from the bun so he could run his fingers through her silky crimson locks.
“I see. So, you are a bloody git who can only think with his dick.” She scoffed, her eyes shining as she leaned into his touch while he scratched her scalp.
“Somewhat true, I guess.” He chuckled.
“Just like your father. He was led by his cock too. And let me tell you, I hated him while he was like that. I hope you won’t become like him and chase girls just to break their hearts after sleeping with them. I like to think I raised you better.” She said seriously. And Harry nodded.
“Don’t worry, mum. I’ll only go after girls with whom I want to build a relationship with.” He smiled, leaning down and nudging her face fondly, making her giggle as he licked the side of her neck. She pushed him away before he could exploit her ticklish zone.
“I hope Daphne and Iris know that you are building a harem. Never thought there would come a day where I’ll have to use this sentence.” She warned him, muttering the latter half to herself.
He rolled his eyes. “Of course they know. And you can always assume that Iris knows everything I do or think. That’s her prerogative as my twin.”
“Good. Nice conversation, now you can go back to Proserpina and fuck her.” She added as they just stared at each other.
He snickered and pulled her into his lap, easily ignoring her yelp. “I knew the reason for your earlier anger was just jealousy. You were jealous that I went there instead of coming to you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She harrumphed, squirming on his crotch to get comfortable as he coiled his arms around her waist.
“If you have to know, I was planning on visiting you once I was done with Aunt Proserpina. I planned to spend my time with her till noon and then the rest of the day until dinner with you. You can clearly guess who’s my favourite.” His voice was muffled as he buried his face in her soft large tits. The thin pastel blue t-shirt and the diaphanous bra underneath didn’t annoy him enough to tear them away.
Lily sighed blissfully as her son rubbed his face on her chest. She placed one hand on the nape of his neck and the other on top of his head.
She bit back a moan as his hands slipped under her t-shirt and gripped her sides to steady her, his fingers sinking into her skin hard enough to leave imprints.
“I forgot to ask you the reason why you aren’t at Hogwarts.” She asked, no one there to witness her smug grin at being called Harry’s favourite. Though she wasn’t naive enough to forget who his true favourite was. But Iris was fine. Losing to her daughter was inevitable seeing how close her children were. She had been watching them since the beginning to forget that. And it always made her heart fill with pride.
“Got selected as a champion. Not required to attend classes anymore. Too much free time.” He said distractedly, too busy losing his face in her voluptuous breasts.
“I see. So, you really did get selected. I am proud of you, sweetie.” She smiled, caressing his hair. “Come on, let’s take this to the bedroom so I can reward you properly.”
In a fraction of a second, they were lying in her bed, thanks to Harry’s teleportation.
The hazy sunlight falling from the window made a large square of bright patch on the bed, in which Lily moved to undress.
Harry sat with his back propped against the headboard, staring at his mum as she pulled up her t-shirt, her pale skin seeming almost luminous in the sunlight. As it was discarded, the sunlight kissed her fully, making her aglow. She smirked at his entranced look and unclipped her white bra, letting it fall on the bed, allowing the light to move deeper and touch her bare boobs that sprung out once they weren’t confined, her stiff rosy nipples gleaming, her entire chest glowing like ripe fruit in a need of a bite.
Then she stood on her knees and unbuttoned her black cotton trousers, wiggling her hips and pulling it down. Once it reached down to her knees, baring the unsubstantial triangle of fabric that protected her womanhood, once her plump white thighs glimmered in the sunlight, she gave up on her task and laid down on her back in the bright pool. “A little help?”
“Sure.” He said, licking his lips, crawling towards her, and gripping her trousers. Slowly, he tugged it, peeling it off of her. She raised her legs and allowed him to remove it. Then she smirked like a seductress, her legs stretching on his either side, her crimson hair fanned around her breathtaking face, and her eyes gleamed with infectious lust.
This was the most beautiful woman in existence. And she was all his for eternity. He fell on her like a lapping wave on a shore and tried to pull her into the depth of his lust. Grabbing her arms with one hand, he pinned it over her head, and let the other hand slip beneath her back, and pushed her spine until her breasts were offered to him like a feast on a platter.
He latched onto her rosy nipple like a starving beast. And Lily laughed at the roughness, her soft voice forming a blanket around them, having already applied his favourite spell. Her milk was the nectar of gods as he gulped it down greedily.
Her tits were two large round fruits that provided an unending stream of nectar once bitten and sucked. She mewled his name, pulling on his shirt uncaringly, tearing all the buttons so she could reach his bare skin. He vanished his clothes at the wish of his goddess, allowing his mum to drag her palms all over him, allowing her to paw his burning body.
He didn’t know exactly when but soon he pushed his throbbing cock inside her, and he cried ‘mum’ as her heat and softness enveloped his manhood firmly. Her cunt was warm as he thrust into the place whence he came from. It was inviting and familiar as it happily clenched around his girth in welcome.
Their sexes collided loudly and in an insistent manner as they drove their hips wildly. As he approached completion, he kissed her wantonly with the same mouth that had been drinking her milk. His tongue traced the taste and the scent of her nectar all inside her mouth. And she didn’t mind, sucking the hint of milk from his tongue.
Lily trembled once her orgasm took hold of her body and made it dance in a twisted way. Her son, only a few thrusts later, exploded inside her and granted her fertile womb with fresh sizzling seeds. Even after they came, his hips continued moving sluggishly until every drop of his semen was spent inside his mother.
Then he rolled off her and lay beside her on his back, their sweaty bodies shining in the pool of hazy sunlight. Her pussy lips quivered as cream bubbled out of her womanhood and traced a snakey path along her hip. Harry’s dick was semi-hard as it glistened from her juices.
They panted together, their breaths and exhales in harmony. As he glanced at her splendid heaving chest, his cock pulsated and hardened.
Lily gasped in surprise when he perched on her stomach and grasped her twin mountains. He shoved his shaft between her big round tits, cocooning his manhood with her breasts, and once again began thrusting. He used his [Shapeshifter] perk to grow his length so it could escape the vastness of her bosom and reach its destination in her warm mouth.
His mum readily opened her lips and sucked his cock whenever it left her tits and pierced her mouth. She swirled her tongue and licked its head at every chance. His second orgasm didn’t take long and he stood on his knees over her and painted her in white. It was an even bigger load than the last and was enough to plaster her chest, face, and hair with his release.
“Well, that was exhilarating.” She giggled, scooping the cream from her face and sticking her fingers in her mouth.
This very action caused him an instant boner and Harry rolled her over on her stomach before grabbing her waist and pulling her up on her hands and knees.
Lily was laughing uproariously at the ease of getting her son all hot and bothered. Though her laughter was replaced by a keening moan when he began fucking her hard and fast from behind.
