Ch 12 Formal Betrothal Contracts
It was Thursday, December fifteenth, and Harry was meeting Albus, Rose, Scorpius and Cleo, and their Elves, in the little room off the Great Hall.
"I've talked to Professor McGonagall," he told them, "and I want you to come back by Floo after dinner tomorrow."
"As prefects we are supposed to ride the train," Scorpius objected.
"If you survive the next few days you should not have any problem riding the train for the rest of the time you are at Hogwarts, but we have a most dangerous week that we need to get ready for," Harry sternly told Scorpius. "Don't act like too many teen-age boys that think they are invincible. You're not! I lost enough good friends about your age at The Battle of Hogwarts!"
"Yes, sir," a chastised Scorpius replied.
Friday right after Dinner the four and their Elves took the Floo to twelve Grimmauld Place. Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione were there to greet them.
Ginny told the youngsters, "Rose and Scorpius, you need to go next door and talk to Ron and Hermione."
"What should I do with my luggage?" Scorpius asked.
"Take it with you," Ginny said with a smirk.
"Come up to the living room, Albus, Cleo," she then told the two.
Once upstairs Harry started. "We have valid a formal betrothal contract, signed by us and by Cleo's parents, for the two of you. It will become a marriage contract once you are married, but if you sign the betrothal contract you are all but married. A freely consummated formal betrothal contract cannot be broken, and after consultation with a variety of experts we think you should consummate your relationship before you battle Jezebel and not after."
"You will let us …?" Albus gasped.
"We want you to, actually," Ginny grinned.
"YES!" Cleo shouted.
"I'm going to give you a book to read, and I think it might be good to read and talk about it before you do it," Ginny advised. She then gave them The Witches and Wizards Graphic Guide to Married Sex.
Cleo and Al looked at each other. The barrier that they had erected, to keep their private parts private, was still there. They knew that it was about time for the magical barrier to be removed, but …
"Do you want us to do it tonight?" Albus wondered. Albus thought, privately, that he wanted to know everything he could about pleasing Cleo. It would be embarrassing asking his father, though, or Uncle Ron. Maybe Uncle Bill. He was married to a part Veela. Maybe they knew.
"You look like you want something, Albus," Ginny thought, looking at her son.
"I don't just want to read about how to do it in a book, but no one shows you," Albus replied. "I'm a little embarrassed, to be honest. Would Uncle Bill be able to help me?"
"I'm sure Bill and Fleur would be delighted," Ginny replied. Before Albus could say anything more Ginny was on the mobile with Bill, and had arranged for the couple to go over there.
An embarrassed Albus and Cleo came through the Floo at New Shell Cottage. Bill took Albus aside, and Albus asked, ""Uncle Bill, what do I need to know before making love to Cleo? I just want to be the best lover, give Cleo all the joy that a good husband can give his wife."
"Every person, every couple is different," Bill replied. "You need to ask Cleo what feels good, and where and how you need to touch her. Try and be as in touch with her needs as possible. One of the blessings of being married to a Veela is that she can share mind to mind what she likes, and what turns her on. That is rare in married couples."
Albus replied, "Oh, that's easy. Cleo and I have been able to feel what the other feels almost since we met. We have just put areas of our bodies off limits, and that will have to change once we have signed the documents."
"You and Cleo ought to talk to Fleur," Bill thought. "Veela have some special skill in this area, and she has helped a few couples, with spells, and counselling."
Bill and Albus went to find Fleur and Cleo, who were talking.
When they found her Al told his Aunt, "Uncle Bill said we should talk to you about sex, because Veela have some special skill in that area."
She replied, "I know something about making love, and making your partner feel better. The basic plumbing, the physical parts, you can get from The Book."
"It's not like we do not know what the other one looks like," Albus explained. "We had to get naked to change into merpeople, so we have seen each other naked often enough. It is just that we can experience what the other is feeling, only we have made the area around our private parts off limits to our thoughts and sharing."
"Can you open your minds to me?" Fleur wondered. Al and Cleo nodded yes. Fleur went to Al first, and found that Albus wanted to please Cleo, to give her the most over the top experience possible, partly to convince her that she was sexy, and not fat and ugly. She also felt the area that Al was keeping private from Cleo. Albus, if he opened his mind to her, was reasonably easy to read. Fleur knew that there were depths to Albus that were closed off to her, but his mind was organized and logical.
Fleur then went to examine Cleo. The first thing Fleur encountered was music, and colors, all focused on Cleo herself, and Al, and, if Fleur examined it a little closer, on Fleur herself. The music and colors resolved themselves into intense emotion, and an understanding of Al, and of the world around her, that was richer than Fleur could imagine.
Fleur saw, to her utter amazement, herself, as the most beautiful melody, with a harmony and melody that was easy to look at, a physical presence that was pleasing in the extreme, but a toughness and solidness, a complexity and goodness, underlying the pleasant exterior. She did not know how she could tell that the colors and melody, the richness of the harmonies and the knowledge of Cleo's knowledge of her history, told her that. Fleur was totally humbled by how Cleo saw her. She was forced to admit her own goodness, and to be thankful for it, and not embarrassed.
Fleur took a deep breath, and tried to focus on Cleo and Al, and not Cleo and her. Fleur could see just how solid and deep, but also how fragile, the barrier was between Cleo and Al. Cleo just had to let go of that last barrier, and let Al play her like the incredible instrument she was. Fleur knew that Albus was the most powerful Magi she had ever encountered, but Albus was not more powerful than Cleo. Cleo would be dangerously out of control, her magic was so powerful, except that she had surrendered her frequently out of control power to Al.
Their union was good in a way Fleur had never seen. It almost did not matter what they did to consummate their physical union. The important thing was for them to consummate their mental union, to release the last barriers between themselves. She was going to have to ask some questions of her Veela friends to get just the right spells for Albus and Cleopatra to say.
Fleur told the couple, "Veela have the power to enjoy sexual union to a greater extent than most women, and to project that union back to our partner. There are people who think that all they have to do is to force a Veela to marry them, or worse to have sex with them, and they will get that pleasure.
"The reality of the power is that it takes a loving husband, willing to patiently learn about the female body, to learn how to make love to a Veela, before the Veela can experience that peak of sexual satisfaction. The satisfaction is not just biology, not just a thing of the body. It expresses itself in intense bodily pleasure, it is true, but it starts with, ends with, and always is more of a thing of the mind and soul than it is of the body.
"For the Veela it is intense pleasure, but for the husband of the Veela it is also intense pleasure, a sharing of minds that is beyond what most couples are capable of sharing.
"I think, Cleo, that your ability to experience pleasure is equal to or even greater than any Veela. You just have to complete what you are already doing, and open yourself up totally to Albus.
"Albus, listen to Cleo. She has knowledge we do not have. It is your obligation to put into words what she experiences, something you have been doing. It will be easier to do when you share your bodies.
"I am going to try and get some specific spells from a couple of my Veela friends for you, but you do not need them. It will just be pleasant to have them eventually.
"Bless you both."
Fleur said a couple of more conventional spells that she knew would help the couple.
The couple went back to twelve Grimmauld Place, and Cleo took her luggage up to Albus's bedroom.
Rose and Scorpius sat down across from Ron and Hermione. Hermione started, "We have a valid formal betrothal contract, signed by us and by your parents, Scorpius. Your parents did not realize that the other name on the contract would be Rose and not Cleo, but if you consummate your relationship it will not matter. If you sign the betrothal contract you are all but married. A freely consummated formal betrothal contract cannot be broken, and after consultation with a variety of experts we think you should consummate your relationship before you help Albus and Rose battle Jezebel and not after."
Rose and Scorpius looked at each other, and then at Ron. They looked back at each other, wonder and more than a little terror in their eyes, and then back at Ron.
"Tonight?" they both asked, almost in unison.
"Tonight," Hermione insisted. "The magical protections will be stronger if you have consummated your union."
"You do not mind?" Rose asked, looking at both her parents, but really talking to her father.
"The funny thing is that before you are married you are in trouble if you do, and after you are in trouble if you don't," Ron concluded. "You damn well better enjoy sex with each other, and do it often enough."
"Ron!" Hermione gasped, socking him in his arm, "You cannot ORDER someone to enjoy sex. It's about love, not plumbing and biology, as you keep telling me."
Ron quietly mumbled rubbing his arm, "I just thought I'd have a few more years before I'd let some male …, it's just hard."
"I'm sorry I'm a Malfoy, and for all the bad things that happened in our house, and for my father and grandfather," Scorpius apologized. "I know this is very hard for you."
Ron countered, "Those things are not your fault, Scorpius, and I like you. It's just too soon."
Scorpius replied, "Yes, sir. It is, sir. I'm sorry. That's not how we wanted things either. I will do my best to be a good husband to Rose, and a good father to your grandchildren."
Ron agreed, "I know you will."
Hermione added, "Here is a helpful reference book that the two of you should read. I've marked the chapters to read first." She gave them a new copy of The Witches and Wizards Graphic Guide to Married Sex.
Well, Scorpius and Rose had a book! They took Scorpius's luggage up to Rose's bedroom and started to read the book. Having read the relevant chapters, they were determined to do some homework.
Both needed to be in control, both wanted to please each other, and both thought they wanted lots of sexual intercourse.
Scorpius and Rose went to the book and did all the proper spells. They had read that a man could finish well before the woman was finished, so Scorpius did the spell for self-control, and for endurance. Rose muttered, "I suppose we should take off our clothes."
"Or take off each other's clothes," suggested Scorpius.
Rose and Scorpius giggled.
Rose started to unbutton Scorpius's shirt. She was down to his boxers when Scorpius said, "My turn."
Scorpius started to take off Rose's blouse and skirt. Rose's body became stiff, and Scorpius could see Rose was having a hard time letting him undress her. "If this is hard for you I will stop," Scorpius offered.
"I don't like it when I am not in control," Rose admitted. "You let me undress you. Just be patient with me."
When they were down to the undergarments Rose explained, "Muggle bras have metal hooks, but witches use magic." Rose turned around. There was no back, no straps to the bra.
"How does it stay on?" Scorpius wondered, getting turned on by seeing Rose in just her undergarments. He had seen her with less on when she wore a bathing costume, but it was different when it was undergarments that were usually hidden under clothes.
"With magic!" Rose grinned. "You slide your fingers along here and they come off."
Scorpius slid his fingers gently and sensuously along the embroidery that Rose had pointed out. "That tickles," Rose giggled as the bra came loose."
"Does it tickle when YOU do it?" Scorpius wondered.
Rose shook her head no.
Scorpius touched both breasts, gently going around them. "Do you like that?" Scorpius asked as he touched the most private and sensitive parts.
Rose stretched and purred, "Yea!" with a huge smile on her face. She took off Scorpius's boxers, stretching them over a very turned on Scorpius. He took off her knickers and they sat down on the bed.
Rose and Scorpius started to touch each other in places that had been off limits before. Eventually Rose lay on the bed with her legs spread and Scorpius looked down.
Rose looked up at Scorpius suggested, "You are supposed to start with the wizard above position, I guess. It is the easiest. It also puts me on the bottom." She then sighed, saying, "I'm really nervous. I don't like being on the bottom, having something done TO me."
"I will do my best to be real gentle," Scorpius replied. "We need to do this if we are going to be married."
"Some of the stories make it sound like everything is so natural you just automatically do it. I guess you have to learn how to have sex."
Scorpius initiated the sex act, and tried to hold on as long as he could, not wanting to climax too soon. Finally Rose grabbed him real tightly, and he could not hold it any longer.
They stayed together for a while. Finally, Scorpius observed, "Well, we did it."
"Once," Rose concluded. They both started to giggle. It felt real funny giggling while they were still coupled together, and before long they broke apart.
"I never imagined giggling after sex," Scorpius grinned. "I always thought it was intense, serious business."
Rose touched Scorpius again, and then her bottom. "A little messy," she noted.
"Lubrication," responded Scorpius.
"I thought it was going to be a little messy," Rose mumbled. "I thought I wouldn't like it." She giggled.
"I would rather keep playing than clean up," Scorpius suggested.
Rose grinned.
Scorpius started kissing Rose, kissing her in places she had never been kissed, including very intimate places. He tried to see what she enjoyed.
Rose reflected on how she was initially reluctant to kiss opened mouthed. This was much more intimate, and enjoyable. She looked at Scorpius, at his private parts.
"You're not quite ready to do it again," Rose remarket as she was feeling Scorpius.
"I really don't have any experience doing this," Scorpius admitted. "I have no idea how long it will take before I'm ready again."
"You don't?" questioned Rose.
"We'll just have to learn," Scorpius concluded. "Does everybody talk this much when they are having sex?"
"I don't think so," Rose pondered. "I talked a little about kissing you to some of the girls in my class and they said 'Oh Rose, you analyze things too much.' I don't think I do. It is going to be fun to do, but it's also fun to talk about it and think about it."
"Are you going to talk to your girlfriends about this?" Scorpius wondered.
"They'll ask," giggled Rose. "I'm going to tell them you are one sexy lover, but I'm not going to tell them everything."
"I'm not going to give any guys a blow by blow description either," Scorpius confirmed. "I will tell them you're real sexy! Ready to get turned on again?" asked Scorpius.
Rose responded by laying back down on the bed with her legs spread, amazed at how deliberate and physical sex was. Scorpius went back to the actions that turned on Rose the last time. This time, when Rose was ready, she told Scorpius by her actions. It was a lot easier to hold on and not come to a climax this second time, which was good enough for Scorpius and even more pleasurable for Rose. When they finished, Scorpius lay back down on the bed. This sexual intercourse was very deliberate and physical.
Rose sat next to Scorpius and touched him, trying to turn him on. It was her turn to kiss and fondle him, touching him in ways and in places that only a spouse should. Finally, she had him turned on again. "Ready for us to try it with me on top?" asked Rose. "I want to be on top at least once tonight."
"Sure," replied Scorpius. Rose tried to gently lower herself onto Scorpius, and eventually was in a position that was pleasurable for both of them. Before doing anything else, Rose pondered the situation. "There is a lot more learning about how to move your body than I expected. It is not all natural and instinctive.
Scorpius smirked, "It will be fun practicing."
Rose rather quickly found out what she needed to do to move her body in pleasure, and it was obvious that what she was doing was pleasing Scorpius as well.
At the end of a couple of hours, two positions and much more talk and analysis, this was Rose and Scorpius after all, both were exhausted. "I guess we should put our nightclothes on," Rose sighed.
"Why?" asked Scorpius. "I like looking at your naked body. You have a very nice bottom, and two very nice bumps on top that I love to look at and touch."
"Sex really is messy," Rose said, looking at her bottom, and at Scorpius. Woman on top had caused the mess to be on Scorpius as well as her. She waved her wand to clean the bed, something that was necessary, and that she had not anticipated.
The spells in the book were very effective, and there were plenty of bodily fluids.
"I have to use the loo," announced Scorpius. Rose accompanied Scorpius into the loo, because she had to use it also, and stared as Scorpius used the same part of his body to pee that he had just put inside her. She looked down where Scorpius was just in her, and where she needed to wipe and was going to pee. Her eleven-year-old self would never believe what she and Scorpius just did, but she enjoyed it, and was going to keep doing it.
They went to bed with nothing on. In the middle of the night they found each other, and to both of their surprise sex could be natural, without a lot of analysis, when you are both naked and horny, and you do not have a good chance to talk about it.
Albus and Cleo went up to their bedroom and looked at the book. They looked at each other. Al had found the spells he wanted them to say before they had sex, and they said the spells. They sat on the edge of the bed looking at each other. Neither started to do anything, and after a couple of minutes Al said, "I know that in the Wizarding world once you are engaged, once you have signed the formal engagement contract. it is assumed you will have sex, but we have been so careful to be good, and we have not had my parents say any of the spells to be sexually compatible. I am as eager as I can be. Why am I worried?"
Cleo looked at Al. "I know you love me and you have seen my fat ugly body. That's not the problem. And I really want to be your mate and sexual partner. I guess I would feel better about everything if your parents said those sexual compatibility spells too."
"You have the sexiest body I have ever seen, Cleo," Al insisted. "Big breasts, big hips, smallish waist. Quit saying you are ugly."
"It's not that small," Cleo observed, feeling her waist. It wasn't exactly a tiny waist, but there were no big bulges of fat either, although there was a modest tummy. Objectively Cleo had a very hour-glass figure.
They sat on the bed looking at each other for a couple of more minutes. They tried to open their minds to the other, to the private parts that had been off limits, and both succeeded, more or less, but it was not quite enough. "We ought to talk to my parents," said Al.
About 9:30 PM, Albus and Cleopatra were back looking for Harry and Ginny. Al told his parents, "We need to talk." They went to the library where they could be private. Al said, "You both know that Cleo and I have been seeing the mermaids, and we have to get naked to change into merpeople. We have also been best friends for almost as long as we have known each other. We have hugged and even kissed since we first knew each other. Maybe we were both worried that it would be too easy to go too far too fast, but we did not start snogging until last summer, and then we tried not to go too far. We've hugged, but even then, even when we knew Cleo was pregnant, we tried to keep boundaries. We have been so careful about where we touch each other.
"We want to get married! We want to have sex! We're not saying we want to wait, but we are worried. We know that there are spells for sexual compatibility that you say before a marriage, and we are wondering if you could do the spells for us before we go back to our bedroom."
Cleo looked at Harry and Ginny and pled, "Mr. & Mrs. Potter, I am so eager to be Al's wife. It's just that, with Al and me, we've tried SO HARD to be good, and now when we are told that we can, I'm scared.
"I can feel what he is feeling, but there is an area of his body, between his legs, that is just off limits. He and I both agree. And from my waist to my knees, my fat bottom, is all off limits to Al, like we can see it but neither of us lets him really feel what I am feeling, like it's fuzzy and private. And now I can and want to let Al there, in there, in that most private part, but it's hard too. Fleur and Bill said some spells, and it's not private from Al, but, and I'm not hiding anything and neither is Al, but, knowing and actually doing are different."
Ginny observed, "You are right, Cleo. What you would never want anyone else to do to your body is what you want your partner to do. All the private areas will not be private from Al, and his will not be private from you. Your bodies are not just your own, but are shared. I think that is what is called becoming one.
"You can call us mum and dad, Cleo. You are part of this family now. There is no need to call us Mr. and Mrs. Potter."
"I forgot," said Cleo, with kind of a wistful smile on her face. "I've been calling you Mum Potter for years, but this is just so different."
Harry and Ginny looked at each other, and remembered their awkward first night. They found the spells they needed to say for sexual compatibility, the ones they would use at the wedding, and did them for Al and Cleo. Harry touched Al's head with his wand and Ginny touched Cleo's head with her wand.
"We are here to celebrate the soul bonding and physical union of Albus Severus Potter and Cleopatra Desiree," Harry intoned. "Albus Severus is the child of my loins."
"I bore him in my body, birthed him and nursed him," Ginny continued.
"Together we raised him," they both said together, then, "Today we are giving him to another, to be united body and soul as we are united body and soul. May they become one as we have become one, united as long as both shall live. May they share each other's lives and bodies, in joy, all the days of their lives."
Harry and Ginny then did a couple of additional spells over the couple.
The two young people went back up to Al's bedroom feeling a little better.
Harry and Ginny looked at each other when Al and Cleo left. "That was a little unusual," Harry suggested.
"I remember how eager we were," Ginny giggled. "I hope they have fun tonight."
To understand Albus and Cleo it would do well to remember a few things. Albus needed to be in control, and to do the right thing. As far as he was concerned, the right thing was to allow Cleo to have sexual experiences that were so over the top that it would make her finally feel good about herself and her body. The part in the book he took to heart was one that said that the man would have a climax, and enjoy himself, but that unless the man took his time he could enjoy himself and leave his partner hanging, very frustrated. So naturally, Albus used the spells for self-control on himself. Albus being who he was, and having the most powerful (male) wand in the world, was able to exercise amazing self-control.
Cleo wanted to please Al, and when Al told her the spells they should use together, that was fine by her. When he said that he wanted her to be able to experience great joy and intense pleasure, because if she did that would please him, it sounded good to her. She was reasonably sure she was going to enjoy sex, but she had no idea what was in store for her. In addition, all the spells that her great-grandmother and grandmother and mother had done to make her enjoy sex for the purpose of having lots of children, which her great-grandmother and grandmother may have felt was a curse, in this context and with this wand and these people, worked to just add pleasure on top of pleasure.
They also had a couple of spells Fleur had given them, all aimed at giving Cleo pleasure beyond what most women could experience.
They read each other's mind and shared in a way few couples ever shared. This night (and every time they made love,) Cleo opened not only her body but also her mind and, she would say, soul to Albus in a radical surrender. Albus, humbled by the trust Cleo had always showed, used this radical openness and surrender to project love, but also lust in the best sense of the world, lust in the sense that Cleo had the sexiest body Al could imagine. Al tried to project as much as he could how each feature of Cleo turned him on. Doing all the mental as well as physical work to turn Cleo on was exhausting, but Al had decided long ago that pleasing Cleo was the most important thing.
They did all the spells that Al had suggested a second time. They slowly took off each other's clothes. They had seen each other naked often enough, but undressing each other was a whole different experience. Cleo showed Al where the zipper was for her skirt, and Al unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. He took off her blouse, and then let Cleo take off his shirt and undershirt, and then take off his trousers. They were left with nothing on but their underwear. Cleo unfastened her bra and let Al take it off, and then she took off his boxers. He took off her knickers.
The two of them stood staring at each other, Al doing his best to look at all of Cleo and project how sexy her hips, waist, and breasts were, how sexy the long plaits of hair were, just how every feature of Cleo turned him on. Al had never projected lust, lust in the proper way, a man lusting after his mate, before. Before there was always something blocking him from really projecting just what seeing Cleo made him want to do.
Al also tried to totally remove any barrier keeping Cleo from seeing, feeling, and sensing the one area that had been off limits, the area between his legs. He tried to project how he was feeling in the inside as it was very obvious on the outside how turned on Al was.
Cleo responded by removing any barrier to the area between her legs, and tried to mentally as well as physically be open to Al being in her, in her mentally and physically, to feel what she was feeling.
Cleo projected her desire to have Al make love to her, to not have to stop but to touch and be touched everywhere.
"Shower?" Al asked. Cleo nodded, and they went into the shower and washed each other, spending a lot of time feeling and washing each other.
Cleo washed Al's back first, running her hands over his broad shoulders, and down to his little bottom. Al never had anyone touch his bottom, certainly not like that. It felt GOOD, and he projected back to Cleo how it felt. Cleo said, "I like your little bottom."
Al responded, "I like it when you touch me like that."
They both turned around, and Al started washing Cleo's back. "That feels very good," Cleo said as Al washed her back. He got down to her hips and washed her bottom. As they washed Al projected how he saw Cleo's back, how it was not fat, but she just had sexy hips. Cleo never really looked at her back side, and seeing it through Al's eyes it did look very sexy, and not fat.
Al then put his bottom against Cleo, his maleness against her bottom, right between her hips. He projected how good that felt, and as he ran his hands over that rounded bum Cleo felt sexy, felt how good he felt, felt how good she felt to him.
Al projected how he saw Cleo from the side, with the sexy curves on the back, the large, sexy, not just maternal but also touchable breasts. He looked at the modest stomach, and by focusing on the area between the bottom of her bust and the bottom of her stomach made her feel that her shape was sexy, maybe a little heavy but not fat and ugly but sexy.
Finally, Al looked between Cleo's legs, and both of them focused on the patch of hair down there, the area where Al would be. Cleo was a little apprehensive, but more eager. They dried each other off and went to lie down on the bed.
Albus focused intently, using all the powers of Legilimency he possessed to go into Cleo's mind. With each part of Cleo's body that turned him on Albus tried to project how sexy she was. Cleo tried to open her mind, her heart, her body, her soul to Al.
Al started kissing Cleo, first on the lips, then slowly worked down her body. He gently felt her, touching her face and working down her body. Cleo knew it felt good to press her breasts against Al when they were kissing, but was not prepared for how good it would feel when Al gently touched them, and when he started to kiss them and fondle them her excitement rose.
Al was finally down by her private parts. He kept touching her in a way that kept building the pleasure and building the pleasure. Al was pleased. He could tell from looking at her, but also from being in her mind, that it was working. It was hard work keeping himself under control, but it seemed to be working.
Al was touching her and she was JUST … OH. She was so out of control she could not believe it, and Al kept touching her down there and making her feel good and better and better and BETTER AND …
Everything was twitching and she wished Al had gone further but it felt so good she was beyond thinking …
Al could tell that he had gotten Cleo somewhere beyond pleasure, and he gently kept touching her until he could see the intensity diminish. It was hard to keep control, but it was worth it seeing her pleasure.
Finally, she was over the intense pleasure but this was all foreplay and she wanted Al to have sex with her. Al initiated the sex act. He gently went into her, letting her know how good it felt to finally be in her. Cleo responded. It felt good, and they just stayed coupled together, not doing much, at first. It was intensely pleasurable, and physically it felt very good indeed, and as Al gently went back and forth it was building again, building back to, back to, beyond thought again …
Albus kept trying to reinforce the idea that Cleo was sexy, that every part of her body was a fantastic turn on to him, that she was a fertility goddess, a goddess of love.
Al could see, and tell by the Legilimency that he and Cleo were so used to using, that Cleo was having another climax, another orgasm, He wanted to have her go beyond this pleasure and bring her down and up one more time before he had his climax. His plan seemed to be working. It was intensely pleasurable, but very hard work and took all the self-control he had, aided by the powerful spells.
Cleo finally came down from the intense climax. She thought there could not be that much pleasure in the universe. Al was still moving in her. She did not know how long this little interlude lasted, not long, and she could begin to feel herself getting tenser again. He was touching her in ways that were so pleasurable. He was speeding up a little. He was really speeding up. She was going to climax AGAIN Oh she could feel Al, feel it in a way physically that seemed to touch every nerve in her body, and feel it mentally in the pleasure he projected, and every time he did it was like pleasure on top of her pleasure, still beyond thought Again
and Again
and Again
and Again… and finally she could feel Albus climax and it felt like the whole world of emotions exploded in her body and mind and soul and she
OH MY! ! ! ! !
Albus finally let himself have his climax, and each time he climaxed he projected the pleasure he was feeling to Cleo so she could feel not only the intense organism that she was having but Albus's on top of it and, because he was still trying to project love and lust and how sexy she was, just how all this was the sexiest thing in the world.
Cleo couldn't believe there could be this much pleasure in the world.
She could feel herself beginning to relax. Albus, with the power of the spells (it sure wasn't natural) kept moving in Cleo and mentally kept projecting how sexy Cleo was. Finally, Al beginning to relax. They stayed together a short while longer, then pulled apart. Al lay his head between her breasts and she though he was going to go to sleep on top of her with head lying between her breasts, so she gently moved him off her.
Cleo could see that Al was ready to go to sleep, and gently kissed him and watched his eyes close. She had no idea how much self-control it took for Al to give her the pleasure she had just experienced. She was just stunned. They must have invented words like ecstasy when pleasure was just way too weak a word. Sex was also a little messier than anyone had told her. She did a cleaning charm on the bed, but somehow did not want to clean herself inside. That was what made babies. That was Al INSIDE her. She was stunned by the pleasure she had experienced.
Cleo looked at her body, and was just flabbergasted at what she saw. She knew she had big breasts, and she knew that boys found them sexy, but for some reason this was the first time they looked not just fat but sexy to her too. Not sexy like boys liked to look, but sexy like she was a sex goddess, like this sexy person was her, and it was good. She knew that she had an hourglass shape, but this was the first time she could see the wide hips and they looked sexy to her and not just big and fat. Sexy hips that said 'I AM WOMAN!'
Intellectually Cleo knew that a wide hip to waist ratio indicated fertility, and that boys found it sexy. The maternal part she knew and rejoiced in, but all those years of Astoria telling her she was fat made it hard for her to feel her big hips were sexy, like beautiful and not just maternal. Suddenly, after what Albus had done to her, somehow magically and mentally as well as physically, after what she had just experienced, her hips and much smaller waist looked extremely sexy to her, extremely sexy as well as fertile and 'look I'm sexy as well as being fertile and being sexy as well as fertile and having babies is what being a woman is all about' looking.
Exhausted she tried to fall asleep. She had been so worried, and in the end, what Al had done to her, what she had experienced, was beyond anything she could have imagined.
The charms that great-grandmother and grandmother had been using, plus some of the charms from Harry, Ginny, and Fleur, plus the charms from Albus of course, had made her feel ecstatic. She had cleaned up outside, but there was some of Al left inside, and she had no great desire to clean that, to get rid of that part of Al that was inside of her. The other part of Al and her, the baby, was nothing but joy.
Everything about sex made her feel feminine, made her feel like a woman. That area that she had always kept private, fuzzy, from Albus, that she had finally let him see, and that she had seen him see, between her waist and knees, after what she had just experienced, that wasn't fat! It wasn't exactly thin, but it was sexy and feminine, and it was 'I'm a woman and have these sexy body parts for pleasing my man and for making babies.' That area was SEXY! WOW!
There was a dress in Switzerland, it looked like a dress of a fertility goddess. To her great surprise, that is what she felt like. She had always wanted to be a mother; had always liked being a girl, but there was something just fantastically wonderful about being her, with her shape, her age, her Al.
Cleo never felt of herself as a sex goddess before, maybe a fertility goddess but never a sex goddess, but after this night, it was hard to think of herself as anything else.
Cleo eventually fell asleep as contented as she had ever felt in her life.
Sometime in the middle of the night, she felt Al. She woke up enough to tell that he was awake enough and ready to go into her again. This time it had been long enough since the self-control spells that Al just brought her up to a climax and climaxed himself. It was very pleasurable, if not the intensity of earlier.
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