.. Ugh.She had, of course, purchased a number of modern history books when she found out she was a witch, wanting to know all about this strange new w...rld she found herself in. In them, she read all about Harry Potter, the fabled Boy-Who-Lived. She had bought a few of the books which detailed his supposed adventures and scoffed at them. Honestly, marrying a veela at the age of five? Hogwash.Still, it had been rather a shock when she saw him for the first time on the Hogwarts Express. He was. Her breasts were large, barely held in by her silk bra, and they jiggled as she sucked on his cock. He'd seen them many times before, even tasted them in his mouth more than once. He'd never fucked them, no matter how badly he'd wanted to, because the ever-responsible Mrs. Cooper always said that whatever they did, she had to be composed enough to walk back to class afterwards; a sticky mess of her boss' cum on her chest may have made that difficult. Now, she leaned in close, pressing her bare. “The only voice I want you to hear is mine. Now Fifty-One, I need you to drink something for me.” “No more poison!” I whimpered. “No, no more.” Mistress Leveria produced a vial. I recognized it immediately, but I didn’t care. I opened my lips, and let her pour the contents onto my awaiting tongue. “Relax, Fifty-One.” Her voice slipped into my receptive ear, “There is nothing but the sound of my voice. Nothing in this mind of yours but you and I.” I broke the connections between Yavara and. I realized my Mom must be feeling the same way as she arched her hips, wrapped her legs around my ass and pulling me even deeper inside her scorching cunt. As I entered her, I could feel her bare tits scrapping up against my chest. Thrusting myself into her, I finally felt the head of my cock thud up against her cervix at the same instant my belly touched hers. We were made for each other and fit together perfectly. Holding myself deep inside of her hot, sucking cunt, I bent down and quickly.