Lily hadn't slept well since arriving in Japan. It wasn't jet lag or the different magic. It wasn't insecurity or anything else.
It was her daughters. Both of them had started relationships with Altair. First it was Harley, then Azalea followed her. She tried to stop her redheaded daughter from falling for him, but fate was stronger.
They both ended up with him. Even though Lily wanted to say her insomnia was due to worry about her daughters, she would be lying. No, every night, no matter how tired she was, she ended up with a wet pussy and drooling. Knowing that her daughters slept with Altair every night put her in a bad mood.
'Why them and not me?' It wasn't that she wasn't happy for her daughters for finding a handsome, strong man like Altair. It was the fact that she didn't have a man like that.
She wanted one. She wanted to experience a man's warmth again. She wished to wake up with a smile from ear to ear after a restless night.
The first and last man in her life was James. He wasn't bad; he did his job as a man. But Altair? Altair was something else: He was taller, more handsome, bigger, thicker, and longer. He had more stamina. He had even become stronger than James.
She discovered his sexual abilities when her lust kept her awake. One night, she got up to get a glass of water; her dildo was making her sweat. She heard small sounds: flesh hitting flesh, muffled moans, and a familiar wet sound. Lily knew it was wrong. She shouldn't have looked inside the room.
Altair, Harley, Azalea, and Lavender shared a large room. At first, they slept on tatami mats, but they complained that they were uncomfortable. Now, there was a large bed. Every night, the bed was covered in sweat, semen, and vaginal fluids.
The door was open, and a ray of light shone into the hallway. Lily cast a Disillusionment Charm on herself.
She still remembered the stinging smell of musk and sweat. The image was disturbing.
Lavender lay on the bed with her legs spread open. Lily looked at her reddened womanhood, semen running down her legs. Altair was pounding another girl in the missionary position. Azalea's crotch was on top of the girl's face, her hands caressing her well-formed breasts.
'That's incest,' she thought. She wanted to go in and correct her daughters. She didn't mind them being with other women in Altair's coven, but there were limits. However, her anger never manifested itself. She stood there, watching Azalea and Altair play with Harley's body and give her orders, humiliating her.
Harley didn't complain; she got even more excited. She could see her legs tremble when Altair slapped her—not hard, but loudly in the face. The image burned into her retina. Despite her desires, she didn't move a finger that night.
Nor did she move the other nights when she happened to pass by. The door was always open, as if waiting for her to come in. Every night, the scene repeated itself. Sometimes it was milder and more romantic; other times, it was dirtier than any thought she could have imagined.
Azalea liked to experiment and try new positions and fetishes. She was a girl hungry for knowledge, and sex was no exception.
She was methodical in her search for the truth. Once, she made Altair ejaculate in a glass, and she labeled it "pure semen." Then she made Altair make all three of them cum—not just any orgasm. A squirt. She collected the liquid expelled from their vaginas in another glass and labeled it "Fluids from..." adding the name of the owner. She then made Altair ejaculate inside Harley and labeled the glass "Semen + Harley." She repeated the last step with herself and Lavender.
In the end, she took the seven glasses and tasted each one. It was disgusting to watch. Lily felt repulsed just looking at them. Yet, her pussy tightened and throbbed with excitement. Deep down, she wanted to taste them too.
Blowjobs, vaginal sex, and anal sex were everyday occurrences. Lily watched that massive piece of meat reorganize her daughters' insides and wondered how they could walk during the day.
One good thing was that Altair treated all three of them like ladies. He never compared them in a way that was degrading to them. Only Harley enjoyed the humiliation. Maybe she expected the boy to show Lavender more affection. She was his first girlfriend. Although she could see more love in his eyes when he looked at her, he didn't treat her better than the others.
That's for sure. The girls seemed to adore him naturally. He was the center of the coven, and the girls revolved around him.
Lily was an expert in the mental arts. She could replay those encounters in her memory as if they were movies.
That's exactly what she was doing at that moment. She had a dildo in her vagina while pulling on a chain connected to two piercings in her nipples. In her memory, her daughters were kissing each other while Altair switched between their four holes.
To her shame, that image turned her on the most. The burning sensation in her nipples came not from sadism but from her body's need for intense sensations. No one would have guessed it, but Lily was a huge pervert. Women in the magical world had high libidos due to their physiology. But Lily always went beyond the norm.
When was the first time she masturbated? She didn't remember exactly, but it was before her menarche. She accidentally rubbed herself with a pillow. She liked it; the feeling of caressing her vulva was akin to someone who had never tasted sugar being given candy for the first time.
Her first orgasm was sweet and explosive. Since then, she has been addicted to masturbating. She broke her hymen with a toothbrush. Her cunt had experienced so many toys that she could have been a professional sex toy tester.
When she entered the magical world, she was disappointed to learn that wizards were sissies with no libido.
Severus looked at her with love, and she was sure she could use him to satisfy herself. But he was too dark, and he wouldn't be able to keep up with her. He had a small penis, too.
No other man at Hogwarts seemed able to get hard. So, she devoted herself to her studies. As a Muggleborn, she had to excel.
She spent her days at Hogwarts studying, spending time with Severus, and having furious nights of masturbation. She felt bad, but she wasn't the only one. She could hear the tender moans of her roommates.
James Potter. He was her first time, and he pursued her like an imbecile. He harassed Severus and the other Slytherins. She ignored him until the accident with Severus.
"Mudblood," she remembered him saying.
Potter comforted her, and in her weakened state, she began to spend more time with him. Perhaps because he was busy with her, he stopped being a jerk to everyone else. She ended up falling in love with him. She was pleased to discover that he had a healthy libido. She later found that it was linked to his ability as an Animagus.
Potter was good. But he always seemed to have trouble keeping up with her. She never got tired; he was the one who asked to stop. Sometimes she had to use her dildo to finish, but she didn't complain.
Then came Severus's true betrayal, which led to the death of her son.
Then her husband turned into a jerk and betrayed Harry's memory. Her sex drive didn't disappear, but it was hidden deep inside. She was a mother now; her priorities had changed.
But then Altair appeared. That sweet boy, the son of the woman who helped her defeat Voldemort. He was always handsome and intelligent. He was shy and a little clumsy. She was thrilled when Harley told her she was in love with him. He was the opposite of James and Severus in more ways than one. It was when Altair began to change that her pussy started to drip again. With each beat of pleasure, her desire increased, even though she tried to suppress it.
In her room. Lily had a ball gag in her mouth while she masturbated. Without it, she would have moaned Altair's name, her daughters' names, and even Lavender's. Her teeth almost broke the gag in half when she reached orgasm.
She stared at the ceiling. Her chest sank as she thought about her daughters' boyfriend and her daughters themselves. 'I'm a bad mother,' she thought, removing the gag and bringing the dildo to her mouth to taste her juices. She wondered if her daughters tasted the same way.
She left her room wearing a half-open robe. There were only women in the house and Altair. If he found her... 'You can't, Lily,' she thought, shaking her head. She took a glass of water from the kitchen and strained to hear anything. She could hear the distinctive sound, but, to her surprise, it wasn't coming from Altair's room; it was coming from the dining room.
The dining room door was closed.
She turned around and went back to her room.
She closed her eyes, intending to sleep. Instead, she found herself whispering a spell: "Speculum Oculi."