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Peeking through his fingers, Harry saw his reflection: a tall, dark-haired young man, yet at the same time, it was not him at all. His face and posture were noble, features slightly sharpened as if bearing the weight of responsibility. A crown of golden vines sat on his head, the tips shining with a silvery light, forming a halo around his head. His body was clad in gold and silver armor, the plates intricately patterned, encasing broad shoulders and a lean torso. On his chest was a crest: a circle of four trees with intertwining branches. On his back was the sword he carried, but tarnished with age, revealing a meticulously crafted scabbard with dragons swirling in silver steel, and a bright stone in the pommel reflecting a faint rainbow hue, like a prism.
"Harry..." Daphne breathed, squinting against the glare that momentarily blinded her.
The girl, almost forgotten at the back of the room, now stepped forward, wide-eyed, staring at the reflection. She had seen a trace of this man in class today. The noble posture made her think he would be a man worth following. That glimpse had led her to follow him, through nightmarish dangers and into the witches' lair.
The image in the mirror stole the last of her devotion, here stood a king, a man she could love. She moved closer, unable to stop her steps, until she stood just behind him, inhaling his scent, staring in awe at the mirror.
Harry found it hard to face the image of himself. He looked far nobler and more powerful than he felt. His gaze shifted to the three women on his right. All three stared into his eyes with an intense gaze. He saw the same reflections as before, but now delicate golden collars rested around their necks. His heart quickened as he stared at the three women; those collars held special significance for him, and he dared not believe what they represented. Ignoring the devotion in the three women's eyes, he looked left and saw Daphne reflected there.
She wore armor similar to his, and on her chestplate was the shield and symbol of the circle of trees. At her sides were twin long swords of strange, slender design, almost rapiers with edges. Her hair was pulled back, strands of gold and silver weaving it into an intricate braid. Around her neck was the same faint golden collar he saw on the witches.
"What the hell?" Harry said, tilting his head and looking at Daphne's reflection.
"Indeed, blessings," murmured Bellatrix, stepping forward, placing her hands on Daphne's shoulders, drawing the girl's gaze to the reflection. "The God deemed fit to bestow upon her the shield and protector of the king on the day of his ascension."
"Me?" Daphne said, her voice stunned as she looked in the mirror but saw the truth when she looked at herself. In her mind, it fit the role she never knew existed but was perfect for her.
"Yes," Narcissa said, stepping forward and embracing the girl tightly, "you will join us in service to our Lord."
"Holy shit," Daphne breathed, staring into the mirror, "it's not just the three of you... there are twelve gems on that crown."
"Mhmm, much to ponder," murmured Andromeda as she moved closer to Daphne.
All four women huddled together and looked at their lord in the mirror. Each of them wanted to reach out and touch him; the urge burned within them, but something held them back. The clock in the hall began to strike midnight, and the air in the witches' cavern grew cool. The candles flickered and went out, leaving the room in darkness. Then, a faint silver light glowed from the mirror.
"What's happening?" Daphne asked.
"Silence!" Andromeda said sharply, "Our lady is coming!"
She dropped to her knees, and Daphne saw the other two witches doing the same. Daphne slowly began to kneel, curious about what was happening. In the background, the chimes of midnight rang out.
Then a slender foot stepped out of the mirror, and Daphne was grateful she was kneeling. The sight of the perfectly arched sole and the graceful ankle was enough to make Daphne fall to her knees in worship. Her muscles went weak, and her mind filled with buzzing pleasure as she beheld the immortal being. The Goddess's body slowly emerged from the mirror. The room filled with the scent of freshly fallen snow as she stepped into the open. Her skin was a pale, milky white with a slight silvery sheen. Long, slender legs of perfect proportions met with rounded hips and thighs, with a wide gap. Her narrow, perfect buttocks drew the eye and led up to a pair of large, firm, exquisitely sculpted breasts.
Daphne felt her heart break as her eyes moved up the Goddess's face. She was so beautiful that Daphne's mind refused to hold the image. The immortal smiled with gentle love at the witches, her solid silver eyes turning to Daphne with a welcoming smile. Daphne's heart fluttered as the Goddess slowly blinked at her, and thick, lush platinum hair swirled in an unseen ethereal breeze as she turned her head to look at the dazed man standing alone.
Harry straightened under her immortal gaze. His mind was a storm of scattered thoughts, desire, and a wind that blew them all away. He felt his mind crack as the full force of her gaze struck him. With iron will, he held onto himself, refusing to break or submit. He clung to one small rock of reason as the storm of her beauty and desire swirled around him, demanding his submission. He remained free and strong, and the Goddess loved him all the more for it.
"WELCOME TO MANHOOD, LOGAN."
Her lips never moved, but her seductive voice thundered in his mind. He glanced at the four kneeling, clinging women. Their eyes were glazed, each reacting as if hearing something different.
The Goddess reached out a slender hand and gently touched his cheek, drawing his gaze back to her face. His body burned where she touched him, pleasure radiating from that spot. Harry felt weak at the knees but stiffened them, meeting the Goddess's shimmering silver eyes.
"I WOULD TEACH YOU, MY SON... BEFORE YOU TAKE YOUR FIRST FOUR BRIDES... COME TO THE FOREST AND BLESS ME WITH YOUR TOUCH, MY SON..." The Goddess's face held a wicked smile as she approached Harry. He realized his clothes had vanished, and he stood as naked as she. The coven and Daphne knelt like slaves as the Goddess drew near, staring into Harry's eyes.
He forgot where he was and who he was with as he lost himself in her eyes. He saw a woman before him, beautiful and vulnerable. The woman looked at him with devotion, bowing her head and moving closer. Her hands rested lightly on his chest, like twin burning brands, as their lips met in a release of powerful energy.
All four women leaned back, swept by an invisible wave of immense pleasure. Each of them gasped with desire, blinking in surprise as a surge of emotions and longing filled them upon the Goddess's release. Neither the witches nor Daphne could take their eyes off the scene before them, nor would they have wanted to if they could.
The Goddess wrapped herself around Harry, her heel dragging up his leg and pulling him onto a couch that had appeared out of nowhere. Her elegant form leaned back, one hand raised in an artistic pose, and he collapsed beside her, unable to look away from her impossible beauty. She drew him to her with delicate hands, no words needed between the Goddess and her virgin lover. His lips kissed each perfectly soft nipple, their pebbled texture firming under his lips, and her moan of pleasure rattled the shingles of the cottage and made the four women sway on their knees once more.
His lips traveled down her taut stomach, his tongue licking impossibly soft flesh, then kissing the moist skin dry. Her immortal laugh of delight tickled his soul. She was hairless like an angel, and as his tongue slipped down her folds, he tasted ambrosia. The tip of his tongue dipped into her heavenly sex, and he felt a surge of energy and power filling his body and soul. He was imbibing the literal "nectar of the gods."
That small touch in the Goddess's most sensitive place ignited a fire in her. With a sigh of eternal bliss, she pressed the man to her, wrapping him with slender thighs and guiding him deep within her. The witches collapsed, their faces red and sweaty, bodies trembling as they shared in their divine lover's ecstasy. Harry sat up, pulling her to him; she felt as light as air as he rocked her hips. He couldn't stop the guttural moan of pleasure that escaped his throat as her perfect pussy gripped his cock. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, but there was no way he would let it end so quickly.
Fighting with his willpower again, he held back his orgasm. His hands gripped the twin globes of her perfect ass and rocked her into him. He felt the delightful sensation of her sex sliding back and forth along his shaft. The Goddess clung to him, her soft lips at his neck, whispering prayers as they made love under the shimmering light of Fae.
Harry lay on his back, the Goddess's hands on his chest, smiling at him with love, her body rising and falling, engulfing him in her heavenly place. He didn't know how he had managed to hold back his orgasm for so long, but he felt it coming, and there was no way to stop it.
He felt her sex flutter around him, the Goddess smiled wider, her eyes glittering even more brightly as her body approached nirvana. He felt an explosion of joy through his whole body; his fingers and toes curled. The Goddess matched him as they came together, hearing the screams of pleasure together.
All four women screamed in bliss, witnessing the divine orgasm.
When Bellatrix woke, she felt dizzy, her nerves still tingling after such immense pleasure. She looked around and saw her sisters also recovering. Harry and the girl were still unconscious. He lay on his back, his naked form drawing her gaze and making her body ache, but she looked away. She had waited long enough for carnal pleasures; she could wait a bit longer.
A miracle had occurred that night, one the world hadn't seen in nearly two millennia. She wondered what future this heralded, even as she blessed the heavens for allowing her to witness it. They had much to do to prepare for the next evening, and time was short.
Standing up, she saw a shimmering silver vial lying on the floor. Her heart leaped into her throat as she realized how truly blessed they were.
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