Fleur and Gabrielle shared wide-eyed looks of pure astonishment, clearly unsure how exactly they were supposed to react to Serafall blatantly flirting with me right in front of them.
I just chuckled fondly, shaking my head slightly at her antics. "You look amazing, Mother," I admitted honestly, not even trying to hide my admiration. "But why the sudden Hogwarts cosplay? Did you steal that uniform from some poor girl?"
Serafall placed a hand against her bountiful chest, eyes widening theatrically in mock offense. "Steal?" she repeated innocently, fluttering her long lashes at me. "Why, Harry, your beautiful, youthful mother would never resort to such tactics! I merely borrowed it from a very generous Gryffindor girl, who was more than eager to help when I politely requested it."
I raised one skeptical eyebrow, knowing exactly how persuasive my mother could be. "Uh-huh. I'm sure she was."
Serafall giggled again, unashamedly shameless. But then, after a moment, her playful demeanor softened slightly. Her tone grew gently serious, though a trace of amusement still danced in her lovely blue eyes. "Actually, I'm here because Rias sent her brother a very urgent message earlier. Apparently, some rather foolish demons-Dementors, I believe your magical world calls them? They actually dared attack you and her openly at this school!" At that, Serafall's carefree smile turned noticeably colder, a chilling sharpness entering her usually sweet voice. Her brilliant blue eyes briefly glinted with raw, deadly power. "Rest assured, Harry, those pathetic Dementors' days upon this world are now severely numbered."
A tangible wave of cold power radiated suddenly from her slender body-so potent, it caused Fleur and Gabrielle to shiver instinctively, pressing themselves even closer against me for warmth and protection.
Instantly realizing the effect her leaking magical aura was having, Serafall quickly withdrew her immense power back into herself, allowing the warm sunlight around us to chase away the lingering chill.
Her playful smile returned as she offered the girls an apologetic glance. "Oops~ Sorry, sweeties! Mommy-in-law didn't mean to scare you! Just lost control of my aura for a second."
I gave her a knowing smirk. "You totally did that on purpose."
She winked shamelessly at me. "Maybe just a little."
I sighed softly, shaking my head in amusement before my curiosity won out again. "Alright, putting the Dementors aside for now-what exactly was that about you knowing how I can suddenly use Veela fire? Were you eavesdropping on us this whole time, waiting dramatically in the shadows for the perfect moment to reveal yourself?"
Serafall clasped her hands happily beneath her ample bosom, beaming proudly at me. "Yep!" she declared brightly, utterly shameless in her admission. "You know your mommy so well, Harry~!"
Gabrielle stared incredulously at her, clearly unsure whether to be impressed or scandalized by my mother's blunt honesty. Fleur as well just opened and closed her mouth a few times.
I rolled my eyes, half-exasperated, half-fond. "Alright, Mother-enough teasing. Out with it, then. What's this theory of yours about how I gained the ability to conjure Veela flames?"
Serafall's grin widened mischievously. "Of course I'll explain, sweetie! Mommy would be more than happy to help her favorite boy understand~."
She skipped gracefully toward us, practically bouncing with excitement as she circled around Fleur and Gabrielle. The two stunning Veela sisters watched her suspiciously, their lovely faces scrunching into adorable, pouty expressions that made me chuckle softly.
But before either Fleur or Gabrielle could protest, Serafall slipped herself smoothly down onto my lap.
I stiffened instantly as I felt her warm, soft curves settle firmly against me-her back pressed snugly into my chest, her voluptuous body nestling perfectly within my embrace. My breath hitched slightly when the firm, round softness of her ass settled directly atop the painfully obvious bulge straining against the fabric of my trousers.
Fuck, that skirt was short. I genuinely couldn't tell if she was even wearing panties beneath the tiny scrap of fabric that barely covered her shapely backside. Knowing my mischievous mother as well as I did, though, I seriously doubted it.
Fleur and Gabrielle's pouts intensified dramatically as they realized exactly what Serafall was doing. But before either sister could complain, Serafall turned her head to smirk triumphantly at them.
"Mmm Very nice," she purred sensually, deliberately wiggling her hips against my throbbing erection and causing me to suck in a sharp, startled breath. She giggled delightedly at my reaction, clearly enjoying herself immensely. "Mommy approves, Harry!"
Maou-dammit, this woman was relentless.
"Mother..." I said slowly, trying to keep my voice steady even as the sensation of her curvy, seductive body slowly grinding against me was quickly driving away all coherent thought. "You were going to elaborate...?"
I figured I should ask before she got too distracted and forgot why she came here to visit me in the first place. Somehow that always happens...
"Ah, yes, of course!" Serafall said brightly, utterly unashamed as she continued leisurely rocking her hips, her ass gently rolling back and forth atop my painfully stiff cock. I had no doubt at all that she could feel every inch of me straining beneath her. The playful, teasing motion sent wave after wave of fiery pleasure coursing through me, heat pooling low and hot in my groin as my hands instinctively settled at her slender waist.
She leaned back slightly, her silky hair brushing gently against my neck as she tilted her head to speak softly into my ear. Her voice was husky, dripping with sensual warmth and teasing pride as she finally revealed her theory. "Congratulations are in order, sweetheart," she murmured seductively, lips brushing tantalizingly against my earlobe. "It seems you've just awakened your Sacred Gear~."
"Sacred Gear?" I repeated carefully, struggling to focus clearly even as Serafall continued her teasing, playful motions atop my lap.
Fleur and Gabrielle were trying their best not to openly glare at Serafall, but neither sister was doing a particularly good job of hiding their annoyance. Fleur's perfect eyebrows knitted together as she finally cleared her throat delicately and fixed Serafall with an inquisitive stare. "If I may ask, Madam Leviathan," Fleur said in a strained but polite tone, "what exactly is ze nature of 'Arry's Sacred Gear?"
Serafall tilted her head back slightly. Meanwhile, she never stopped the gentle rhythm of her hips, continuing to slowly grind her plush, barely covered ass against my rapidly stiffening cock beneath her. My breath caught sharply in my throat as she intensified her movements just slightly, sending pulses of delicious friction shooting through my body.
"Ah, well you see," Serafall purred sweetly, leaning even further back into my chest, her voice slipping into a warm, teasing tone. "I'm quite certain I know precisely what my dear Harry possesses."
Her playful smile deepened into something positively wicked as she rotated her hips sensually, forcing a low groan of pleasure to escape my lips despite myself.
Gabrielle watched Serafall carefully, blue eyes wide with both curiosity and mild frustration at the way my mother was shamelessly teasing me. "Yes...?"
"Harry has," Serafall murmured seductively, shifting herself even more firmly on my lap until I could vividly feel every inch of my erection straining eagerly beneath her, "the only truly successful artificial Sacred Gear ever created-the Magnum Opus of none other than Merlin himself!"
Fleur and Gabrielle both gasped quietly in shock, eyes widening in disbelief. My own eyes grew rounder at that revelation.
"Wait-Merlin?" I questioned hoarsely, struggling to focus on her explanation despite the increasingly intense sensations flooding my body. "As in...the Merlin? But how is that possible?"
Serafall chuckled softly, her melodic laughter sending vibrations through her curvy body that I could feel clearly pressed up against my chest. "Oh yes, Merlin himself," she confirmed smoothly. "You see, Merlin wasn't just a powerful wizard-he was perhaps the single smartest magic-user in history. Don't tell Ajuka I said that... But moving on. Not only did Merlin master every common form of magic, but also many exclusive bloodline magics-abilities normally locked behind specific races, clans, or species, including angelic, demonic, and yes, even Veela abilities."
Her movements on my lap gradually intensified, hips now moving steadily in firm, sensuous circles that dragged an involuntary moan from my throat. Her slender fingers tightened slightly on my thighs as she continued speaking in that breathless, teasing voice of hers.
"But how, you wonder, was he capable of this feat?" she whispered, her own breath hitching slightly with excitement. "Merlin achieved such mastery through the unique Sacred Gear he personally created! Although he managed to keep this gear secret for a long time. Probably so Big G wouldn't get offended that one of his precious secret toys was so easily copied. Some would argue it was even improved..."
I let out another deep groan as Serafall accelerated the motion of her hips even further, grinding her warm, soft ass firmly against my aching cock. My fingers instinctively clenched, gripping her hips tighter to hold her body against mine.
Fleur and Gabrielle were openly staring now, cheeks flushed bright pink as they watched Serafall shamelessly pleasure me through my clothes.
Struggling desperately to maintain control of my voice, I rasped out a question, "S-So... how exactly does this gear of Merlin's work, then? Do I have to be exposed to bloodline magic? Did I somehow gain access to Rias' Power of Destruction after what happened earlier?"
Serafall laughed breathlessly, shaking her head slightly even as she moaned softly from her own teasing movements. "Mmm... not yet, darling," she explained sweetly, her voice growing thick with lust. "But Merlin was famously known as a legendary horndog, after all-a prolific lover who bedded thousands of mundane and supernatural women alike. From what I've learned, I'm quite certain you have to have sex with girls to acquire their bloodline abilities. Many many times as well~" she teased.
Ah, I have had sex with Fleur and Gabrielle more than a few times...
Serafall's hips suddenly moved faster, grinding urgently, causing me to hiss sharply in pleasure. My vision blurred slightly as her tantalizing movements became nearly overwhelming. Fleur and Gabrielle's eyes were locked on us, their cheeks flushed crimson as they helplessly watched the increasingly explicit spectacle.
"And the more times you fuck them," Serafall purred lewdly, her voice hitching as she moaned openly now, "the more powerful you can become! I'm actually glad you got a Sacred Gear like this! I was upset when I first thought one of Big G's sacred gears was inside my precious son! But that's not the case! Mmm, this feels really good, doesn't it," Serafall purred.
My control shattered completely in that moment, my hands instinctively sliding upward over Serafall's voluptuous curves until my palms were cupping her large, firm breasts. Her blouse strained dangerously against my grip, and she gasped delightedly at the sudden possessive touch. My fingers sank gently into her soft flesh as she shamelessly arched her back into my grasp.
"Oh yes, Harry, that's it," Serafall whispered excitedly, grinding her hips fiercely now, driving both of us rapidly toward the edge of climax right here in front of the blushing Veela sisters. "Mmm, cum for me, Harry~"
Pleasure surged through me like a tidal wave, obliterating every rational thought. My entire body tensed, every muscle tightening as the intense friction of Serafall's round, perfect ass grinding against my cock finally overwhelmed my senses. With a deep, throaty groan, I buried my face against her neck, inhaling her intoxicatingly sweet scent as my cock pulsed urgently beneath her soft weight. I felt the hot, urgent rush of release shoot up through my throbbing shaft, erupting from my tip in powerful spurts, quickly soaking into the fabric of my pants.
"Fuck!" I hissed raggedly, gripping Serafall's voluptuous body tighter as wave after wave of blissful relief flooded through me. My hips jerked involuntarily upward, thrusting instinctively against the plush firmness of her ass, prolonging every electric pulse of pleasure as I emptied myself completely, my cum staining the inside of my trousers.
In that same moment, Serafall arched her back sharply, throwing her head back against my shoulder as a loud, lewd moan escaped her lush lips. Her entire voluptuous frame shuddered violently on my lap, hips grinding desperately against my still-twitching cock as she trembled through her own orgasm. I felt the rhythmic clenching of her thighs and the hot moisture that suddenly soaked through the thin skirt and onto my pants beneath her. Clearly, she hadn't been wearing panties after all.
"Oh, Maou, yes, Harry!" she whimpered breathlessly, her voice thick with raw, unfiltered lust. Her nails dug possessively into my thighs as her entire body quivered in pleasure, grinding harder against me as she rode out the intense waves of her climax. "Mmm, fuck, Mommy needed that so badly~!"
For a moment, we stayed locked together, both of us breathing raggedly, panting and shivering in the sweet aftermath. I could feel my heart racing furiously in my chest as I slowly came down from the high. Despite my embarrassment at having so obviously cum inside my pants, the sheer eroticism of having my stunningly gorgeous mother shuddering helplessly in orgasmic bliss on my lap easily overshadowed any other thought.
Slowly regaining her breath, Serafall turned her head slightly to meet my gaze, her eyes glazed over with pure, satisfied delight. Her cheeks were flushed deep pink, lips parted in an adorably breathless smile. "Mmm, such a naughty boy..."
I leaned back against the trunk of the old oak, my chest rising and falling steadily as I worked to regain my breath. My pants were still damp, sticky with my release, and I felt Serafall's soft, warm weight comfortably resting in my lap. Her curvy body pressed back against me as she let out a pleased sigh, tilting her head back so it rested gently against my shoulder. A lingering warmth settled between us, our bodies still basking in the afterglow of our unexpected climax.
Finally, breaking the comfortable silence, I murmured softly into her ear, "Did you have a rough work day or something?"
Serafall let out a soft, contented hum in response, her breath tickling my cheek. "Mhm... something like that," she said with a small, satisfied laugh. She shifted her hips ever so slightly, sending a faint tremor through my body. "But it's a lot better now, thanks to my wonderful son~. Too bad I can't stay for long."
