Harry, Amelia, and Susan all appeared in the foyer of Bones Manor, a seemingly enormous manor house. The Bones family, like the Potters, were an old and very prestigious family, so it made sense they'd have such lavish ancestral dwellings.
Harry was very much enjoying the sensation of the two buxom Bones ladies' phenomenal racks mashed against his chest, but Amelia drew back and turned around to face the manor, which let Harry see her round ass.
Harry's arm settled around Susan's waist, and the pregnant redhead cuddled up against his side.
"Harry can sleep in my room, right, auntie?" Susan asked hopefully. Amelia turned around with a wry grin.
"It's not like there's much more he can do to you. You're already carrying his baby." Amelia chuckled.
Harry laughed, and Amelia quirked a grin at him. Fuck, she was sexy.
"Why don't you go upstairs, Suzie? I need to have a chat with your boyfriend." Amelia said with an unreadable look at Harry.
Susan bit her lip, glancing between Harry and the still unreadable Amelia a little nervously, then she planted a quick kiss on Harry's cheek and headed upstairs.
Amelia pulled out a bottle of firewhiskey and poured out two glasses.
"Finest stuff you'll probably ever get." Amelia winked, and handed him one.
"I'm confused." Harry said.
"Were you expecting a lecture?" Amelia laughed dryly.
"Maybe." Harry admitted.
Amelia took a drink of firewhiskey, and Harry mirrored her.
"I broke the law for you, Harry, and put my neck and my job on the line for you. If you think I'd be upset that somebody who I trust that much impregnated my niece, you are definitely incorrect. I'm positive you'll be an amazing father." Amelia said warmly.
"Thanks." Harry smiled.
"Suzie's head over heels for you, you know." Amelia commented.
"I'm head over heels for her too." Harry said entirely truthfully. Amelia beamed.
"I'm delighted to hear that. Maybe you'll be my nephew one day." Amelia teased.
"I can't marry Susan. I have a betrothal to Daphne Greengrass." Harry explained.
"And? If both parties agree, a betrothal can be nullified any time. If you love Susan, really love her, you should marry her." Amelia shrugged, which drew Harry's eyes towards her giant tits.
"Well, I love Daphne just as much." Harry said, also truthfully.
"That's right. Harry Potter, Coven Master." Amelia giggled.
"Coven Master?" Harry asked with a laugh.
"Well, that's what the male head of a coven is called. I read about it just the other day in a spellbook over there." Amelia laughed.
"Is the ritual particularly tough?" Harry asked curiously.
"Wait, are you actually interested in forming a coven?" Amelia asked in surprise.
"I am. And it's kind of fallen to the wayside a bit, but forming an official coven could have a lot of benefits." Harry said.
"Are you talking about magical power increases?" Amelia asked. Harry nodded.
"Yeah, those are mostly fiction. Some of the very ancient coven rituals had that element, but that's no longer a part of it. Now, it just creates a solid bond between you and your women. Imagine each of them has a string coming out of their chest and flowing into yours. You can feel all of them connected to you, and you'll be able to sense whether or not they're alive no matter how far apart you are. The closer you are, the more you can sense from the bond. If they're in the same room, you'll be able to read their emotions. Some rituals also bring up telepathy. It's very dependent on which ritual you use." Amelia explained.
"Wow. I didn't realize it was all so… complicated." Harry said.
"A coven ritual is an incredibly powerful piece of magic. Do it wrong, and your own magic can overwhelm you and you will burn up like a campfire in front of the women you love." Amelia cautioned.
"So, what kind of ingredients are needed for a coven ritual?" Harry asked.
"Firstly, a ring that's capable of harnessing magic. You'll wear that on your finger to help focus the ritual. Then you need the hair of the woman you lost your virginity to, and you need to have claimed any woman you're trying to add to your coven." Amelia answered.
"Claimed?" Harry asked.
"Fucked." Amelia supplied bluntly with a grin.
"Oh, I have to have fucked someone to add them to the coven?" Harry asked in surprise.
Amelia nodded.
"'She must be yours in body if she is to be yours in soul.' That's a quote from the ritual I have." Amelia said.
"Can I see this ritual?" Harry asked.
"Sure." Amelia said, and finished her firewhiskey. She got up to move and stumbled. Harry moved swiftly and caught her by the hips, and she gave him a slightly tipsy grin.
"Sorry, I'm a lightweight." Amelia giggled, "I'm glad I had such a strapping young man like yourself to catch me."
Harry laughed and his hand caressed Amelia while righting her. She laughed and pressed up against his chest, which made Harry suck in a breath.
"I'm not so drunk you can start fondling me, sweetie." Amelia said with a sultry smile.
"Guess I have to get you drunker if I want you then." Harry remarked. Her eyes glittered with eagerness.
"Or… you could just ask me nicely." Amelia bit her lip.
"Amelia, can I touch you?" Harry asked as charmingly as he could, and he enjoyed his she smiled at him.
"Anywhere you want." Amelia sighed, "I haven't been touched by a man in fifteen years."
"Holy shit." Harry looked incredulously at the knockout sexy auburn haired MILF, or was she only an AILF?
Harry's hands attacked Amelia's body, determined to end her lengthy dry spell with a bang. The older woman gasped as his hands squeezed her full ass tightly, then his hands slid up the back of her shirt, caressing along her bare spine until his hands reached her bra, which he unhooked and extricated from her shirt.
Harry held up the bra in awe, admiring the huge cups that it had.
"It takes a lot of support to hold these puppies." Amelia said naughtily, and Harry's hands went swiftly up the front of her shirt to grab her giant tits. Amelia's hips bucked up against Harry and suddenly they were kissing fiercely, his hands moving off her tits to wrap tightly around her, running along her thick curves.
Amelia was voluptuous as all hell, and Harry loved her body.
"Fuck…" Amelia panted as Harry ripped off her shirt to unveil those enormous, bare tits.
As Harry eagerly leaned down to take her thick, erect nipple in his mouth, he sent a silent prayer to Freya and Isis that Susan grew up to have a body like Amelia's.
Harry pulled back from Amelia's tit and just reveled in her beauty. She blushed hard at his intense attentions, and Harry was very surprised at that from her.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"It's nothing." Amelia tried to wave him off. Harry tilted his head.
"What's wrong?" he repeated. Amelia looked at him, biting her lip, then she sighed.
"I tried dating a few months ago. A handsome guy from work. He called me a fat cow." Amelia muttered, clearly not eager to share that.
Harry's mouth fell open.
"You give me a name, and I'll make him regret it." Harry said savagely. Amelia's eyes widened.
"No, don't worry about him. He's just a prick." Amelia said, and Harry moved forwards to wrap his arms tightly around Amelia and kiss her hard. She gave a gasp of surprise against his mouth, then her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and she pressed her whole body flush up against his.
"You feel that?" Harry growled into her ear, and Amelia nodded breathlessly.
"I'm rock hard for you. You're not a fat cow, not even close. You're a fucking goddess, and trust me, I would know." Harry said firmly. Amelia shivered in his grip, and her lips found his.
"I already thought you would be perfect for Suzie… but I never thought you would be turning me on this much." Amelia moaned after their kiss ended.
Footsteps sounded and Susan walked into the room almost on cue.
"Are you guys almost done talk-" Susan cut off when she saw her aunt was topless and wrapped up in Harry's arms.
"Suzie!" Amelia gasped.
"You've been here five minutes!" Susan giggled, and she came forwards to kiss Harry lovingly on the lips.
Harry grinned at his fire-haired baby mama.
Harry took one arm off of Amelia to pull Susan close, and she kissed Harry passionately.
When Susan and Harry's lips separated, Amelia leaned forwards and kissed Harry heatedly. When Amelia leaned back, Susan went forwards for her turn, but Amelia cupped her niece's cheek, and Susan turned to look at Amelia.
Amelia dropped Harry a sultry wink and then she leaned forwards and kissed Susan.
Susan let out a breathy gasp when her aunt's lips met hers, and she was hesitant to respond to the kiss, but Harry rubbing her back encouraged her, and soon, Harry's cock was throbbing watching Susan and Amelia make out sloppily.
"Oh, Auntie!" Susan shrieked as Amelia's lips found Susan's neck.
"Damn." Harry remarked, and both women suddenly seemed to recall he was there. But Harry wasn't bothered, not after that hot show.
Both Bones women leaned forwards and kissed Harry at the same time, their three mouths forming a smushed triangle.
"I had no idea you were so crazy." Susan panted to Amelia. Amelia laughed.
"I'm not usually. But your boyfriend brings out a wild side of mine." Amelia said, eyes dancing, "It's a shame you're only here one night, darling. I'd love to ride you all over this fucking manor."
Susan's mouth fell open, while Harry's face looked like it might split from grinning so widely.
"I suppose fifteen years is a long time." Harry said with a laugh.
"Sweetie, I haven't had sex since before you were born." Amelia said in sultry tones, and she reached her hand out to stroke Harry's face.
"There's no one to hide from… fuck us right here on the couches." Amelia said, and looked to Susan, who blushed furiously, but nodded eagerly.