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The shame of submission and embarrassment, combined with the splatter of his hot cum on her upturned face, made mom's fingers twitch, and her wide hips trembled as she climaxed. Rose discovered her own fetish as she dominated their beautiful aunt, and he could see that he was almost as powerful as her fetish for big cocks.
All of this raced through his mind in a matter of moments, and he mentally noted it for later, not wanting to miss a single moment of this experience. His back arched, and his toes curled as he gripped Rose's firm ass with one hand and the door frame with the other, watching as pearly strands of cum covered Bellatrix's beautiful face. The euphoria of his orgasm didn't wane as he beheld the sight before him, and he felt his cock pulse in the hand of his petite sister, eager for a third round, but the sounds from the girls upstairs indicated it wouldn't be possible.
"You've never looked more beautiful, mom," Rose gasped, her lips moistening and her eyes widening as she looked at the still kneeling and heavily breathing Bellatrix. "And now, get out of here... And if you don't manage to clean this up all day, Harry will fuck your ass tomorrow while Fleur, Daphne, and I watch."
"Oh God," mom gasped, her arms trembling as she nodded.
Her face expressed humiliation, but he noticed that her eyes were exempt from that expression.
"And now, go make dinner and don't touch that fucked-up pussy until Harry or I say you can."
"Yes, ma'am," mom chuckled shortly, quickly regaining composure and standing up.
Smoothing her white pants and apron, she paused on her way up the stairs.
"Dinner will be at six. We'll have homemade pasta with three sauces." She turned to leave, and for whim's sake, he delivered a firm slap to her wide ass.
Trembling with pleasure, she sprinted up the stairs, giving him a cheeky smile. The line of his cum stretched across her lips, with the rest still dripping down her cheeks and around her brows.
"I've never seen her happier," Rose said, winking at him and bending down to retrieve her clothes. "Did you already know about her?"
He shrugged. "It's been obvious to me for years. I don't think she'd be happy without someone to serve, and I know she'd be happiest if it were you." His gaze shifted to his cock as he fastened his pants. "I think most women would... " He stared at her with a determined gaze as she put on her blouse.
"You'll learn to take what you want, mighty Harry Potter. It'll be better for everyone when you do. Don't listen to that voice in your head telling you to do what society wants. She shook her head and approached him, resting her hand on his chest. "Women don't want a man who follows societal guidelines... We want a man who takes what he wants and doesn't apologize for it. Do it... with this." Her hand slid down to grip his cock and balls. "And you'll be every woman's wet dream."
"Why does it matter to you?" He hated himself for asking the question, but he needed to know the truth. "I feel like there's always an angle with you, Rose... and I can't let my emotions get messed up... not by you... and not after... what happened there."
He pointed at the still-open closet, and her gaze followed him. He was grateful to see her expression soften as she leaned into him, her arms wrapping around his waist as she rested her head on his chest.
"I love you, Harry, but I won't lie... You can help me get where I want to be, but I think I can help you too." She looked up, her bright green eyes meeting him. "You and Fleur will be great together, but she's not possessive, and a poor thing would never be enough for you... You'll need other options, and I need an alpha male with a huge cock who can open doors for me at the Wizengamot."
"The Wizengamot?"
"That's exactly what all of this is for," she said, gesturing to the production upstairs. "Practice and exposure, once I finish Hogwarts or whatever else I end up doing... Harry, do you have any idea how many famous women follow my little red notebook? Malfoys, Blacks, Bones, Longbottoms, the most powerful names..."
"Are you serious?" he said, admiring her ambition and imagination.
"I am... Do you think I'm crazy?" She turned her head, resting her chin on his chest, and he got lost in her doe-like eyes.
"I think you're incredible," he said, pulling her closer to him. He kissed her soft, rosy lips, and he knew that no matter what, it wouldn't be the last time. It couldn't be. "Come on, Daphne is already suspicious, and you need a shower before tonight."
"What's happening tonight?"
"You're taking Fleur on a date." Rose smiled impishly, then turned and sprinted up the stairs. Her short skirt billowed up and down on her bouncing buttocks, and she paused to turn around and make sure he appreciated it before she flew away with a delightful laugh.
His confusion vanished when he saw the table set in the living room, complete with candles and a bottle of champagne on ice. He caught Daphne arranging a flower, probably conjured, in a vase and placing it in the middle of the table. She grinned wickedly when she saw him and pointed to the kitchen.
"She's in there, big boy," Daphne said, her smile fading as she approached closer and asked in a quieter tone, "Did you tell Rose something about us? She's been acting strange."
Harry didn't want to tell her what happened, but he also didn't want to lie. In his hesitation, she sensed the truth.
"So, you and her...? It's true!" Her excited smile turned into concern moments later. "Damn, she's going to kill me."
"She can't be mad at you for keeping her brother's cock a secret," Harry chuckled. "It only makes things worse." Daphne sounded sick when she turned around to go upstairs. "I have to apologize, damn it. I'm going to stumble over my words."
Her last comment furrowed Harry's brow, but she was already on her way up, and his attention was caught by Fleur's musical laughter. Entering the kitchen, he found her and his mom standing side by side, whisking something in a bowl.
"You should have seen him on our first trip to Rome. He knew every Parthenon and every Muggle cathedral, and when he was fourteen, everyone danced according to his plan. It could be frustrating if he were any other man, or if it hadn't turned out to be the best trip I've ever taken. I think I fell in love with him on that trip, so young but so commanding and..."
"And handsome?" Fleur asked, grinning impishly at Harry's mom.
Harry caught a blush on mom's cheeks, but she noticed it out of the corner of her eye and turned with a mock stern expression.
"And who's eavesdropping on us? Came to embarrass your old mom while she tells stories?" She smiled at Fleur, whose blue eyes caught his attention as she tucked a stray strand of blond hair behind her ear. "I think I know why you're here. Mom stepped away from the bowl and took off her apron. Passing him, she patted him on the shoulder and leaned close to his ear.
"Have fun tonight, and don't forget to drop by... therapy."
She didn't bother to whisper it, and Fleur blushed, looking down as mom climbed the stairs. "I've never spent time with Bellatrix... She has quite the character."
"She's just like that," Harry said, shaking his head at the creak of her footsteps on the stairs. "What are you doing?"
"Chocolate pudding." She furrowed her brow and blushed, looking down. "I messed up your mom's other recipes, but I wanted to do something... for you. To thank you for planning this trip."
"That's very kind of you." Butterflies returned with a vengeance as her blue eyes met his. She opened her mouth, but he spoke first. "I like you, Fleur. I know the circumstances are strange, but I think there's something here, and I'd like to see where it leads."
The girl was radiant and seemed unsure of what to do with her hands as she shifted in place. "I thought we had a vibe too, but Daph wasn't sure until we got here. But then it was too late to invite you, and then we got stuck in this place. I was hoping we could snowboard together, and maybe then you'd kiss me. But now we can't even do that, and I wanted to kiss Rose when she suggested the date, but what if you're not up for it? Then I'd be humiliated and trapped."
Her nervous rambling was endearing, but Harry approached her close enough to feel the warmth of her body, which calmed her tongue. The girl was tall, but she had to crane her neck to look at him. Her eyes softened as she saw him towering over her.
"Would you go on a date with me, Fleur?" he asked.
"I'd love to," she smiled.
"We'll meet outside your room in thirty minutes?"
"Make it an hour!" she said, tucking her hair behind her ears and giving him a flirtatious smile. White spots appeared on her cheeks. "And bring a suit... just in case."
"Then I'll see you later," he said, dipping his finger into the pudding mixture and sucking on it as he stepped away from her. "It looks delicious."
Fleur smiled at the bowl, parting her lips to say something. Then she noticed his gaze focused on her body, and her blush deepened. The girl squirmed under his scrutiny, her chest rising and falling faster as she realized the truth of his desire. Harry stepped back and ascended to his room with trembling hands. He thought he'd never feel this way again after his ex, but the energy coursing through his veins was electrifying. Then he remembered everything that had happened in the past two days and groaned, sinking onto the bed, pondering the mess he found himself in.
With a knot in her stomach and sweaty palms, Fleur stepped into the shower and washed up. Harry took extra time to comb his hair back and pick out the clothes he packed. He didn't pack a suit, but he grabbed a few nice shirts just in case they decided to go out for dinner in town. Remembering the shabby village down the mountain, he figured he'd be better off in a T-shirt and jeans.
At the appointed time, he descended the stairs and knocked on Fleur's bedroom door. She opened it a second later, and his jaw dropped as he took in her form-fitting blue dress that hugged every curve and black heels that made her long legs look even longer. "You look beautiful," he said, finding the courage to speak.
Fleur blushed. "You look quite handsome yourself." She approached him and slid her hand along his black tie. "I love men in ties... There's just something about it that drives me crazy."
"I'm glad I'm wearing one," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist and leading her towards the stairs.
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