Maternity Leave Chapter 7 (Patreon)

Harry stepped back, grunting with satisfaction as he felt warmth tickle his face. Tinder crackled in front of him. The small campfire was burning well and he hadn’t even needed a wand to do it. His achievement received an appropriate round of applause.

“Excellent, excellent!” Professor Sinistra praised him.

Sometimes, Harry was really grateful for magic, like its ability to keep witches youthful and preserved against the tests of time. Aurora Sinistra was almost fifty five years old but could have passed for thirty effortlessly. Tonight she wore muggle pants and a new down jacket. A tent was pitched behind her, but two pads and sleeping bags had been laid outside of it on the grass. Fall was beginning to slip away, so the air came with a fairly severe bite.

“Being raised by Muggles has advantages,” Harry said. Not that the Dursleys ever camped. It was too dirty for Petunia and Dudley never could have eaten enough to satisfy himself without a modern kitchen on hand.

“Was there a reason you wanted to do this the muggle way?” Harry asked.

“Oh, this is how I always do it,” Sinistra said. She was sitting on a log next to Harry’s campfire, some of Hogwarts’s upper ramparts visible over the rolling hills around them. “Mind you, I can’t handle the work as comfortably as you can. Inviting you really was a stroke of genius. I find that doing things without a wand makes the experience more quaint.”

In addition to their camping supplies, a rather large telescope sat not far away, its lens aimed up at the stars. It was a quaint spread that they had erected on the grounds of the school where they both worked.

“I’m looking forward to the view,” Harry said.

He was touched that Sinistra had invited him out like this. However, as she loved the stars, Harry had to muse that they weren’t the only exceptional view. 

Aurora Sinistra had a gorgeous face that was almost legendary among male students. Harry hadn’t really appreciated her beauty until he graduated; a sure sign that wisdom really did come with age.

Aurora had shiny dark skin and thick back hair, although she usually kept that tied up within a tall pointy hat. Her thighs were thicker than barrels and her ass? There was a reason men turned round to watch her go when she walked past.

It wasn’t quite dark yet; not completely. So Harry joined Sinistra on her rock and allowed her to tell him stories, listening attentively to each one. She babbled a lot about the stars and mixed in stories about her students across her long years of teaching. If she scooted closer to him while she talked, that was completely coincidental. 

“You know… In many cultures, the stars are related to fertility,” Sinistra said.

“Really?” Harry asked. “Which ones might those be?”

“Ours, for one,” Aurora said. “They play a crucial role in the brewing of fertility potions. Without the help of Astronomy, many magical mothers might still be childless right now. I wonder what that would feel like.”

“Being childless?” Harry asked.

“The opposite,” Sinistra said.

She was now looking at him with her big and brown eyes. Their hips were touching. Harry’s arm came up and draped over her shoulders. Sinistra didn’t tell him to remove it.

“You might not see the stars tonight,” he warned her.

“I’m sure I’ll catch flashes,” was Sinistra’s unbothered reply.

Harry kissed her. It was not unexpected that things had gone this way. Harry had seen the looks Sinistra had been giving Penny and Daphne as their bumps grew, and he’d DEFINITELY caught the looks she gave to him immediately after. A night alone beneath the stars? There had been hints long before she started talking about fertility potions. 

Sinistra fed her tongue into Harry’s mouth. As the two of them pushed back and forth, kissing noisily, he swept her up with his arm. Soon Sinistra was straddling him in his lap, her legs sticking out behind his back.

His fingers ran up her back, digging into the smooth surface of her jacket. It didn’t take him long to tire of the layer between him and her body. 

Harry moved his mouth to Sinistra’s neck. She tensed up and leaned her head back, moaning as she did it. He quickly brought his hands around to the front of her and unzipped her jacket. He had it off of her arms within seconds.

Aurora crossed her arms in front of her torso, propping them beneath her C-cup breasts. Goosebumps appeared on her arms where they stuck out of the short sleeves of her t-shirt. 

“Cold?” Harry asked.

She nodded.

“Then I guess I’ve got no choice except to warm you up,” Harry declared.

He began by taking clothes off of her, rather than helping her put more on. He was right there with her every step of the way, stripping just as quickly. He stood up, his hands grabbing her bum, which was clad in panties by now. The incredible girth and softness of it aroused him enough to make his dick as hard as steel. 

He carried her to the sleeping bags and they collapsed on top of one, Harry remaining above Sinistra. Her underwear didn’t last long from there. Soon Sinistra was writhing underneath him, Harry’s fingers diving deep in her cunt and wreaking orgasmic havoc. 

“Feeling warmer?” Harry asked.

Sinistra arched her back, her tits and their dark nipples rolling around on her chest. “Merlin, yes!”

It wasn’t clear if she was answering her question; she might have forgotten all about warmth and was just urging—begging—Harry not to stop now.

He didn’t. His fingers went deeper inside of her and made sure that Sinistra’s pussy didn’t stay dry. It became harder to see her gorgeous body as the sun continued to set and night began to set in. Before he really lost sight of her, Harry made sure to roll Sinistra onto her knees.

Her ass looked like it had been inflated with air, such was its size, but laying a single hand on its surface would tell you that it felt more like a cushion. Harry rubbed quick and fast circles onto her cheeks, stroking them and heating up her skin. Sinistra grunted quietly, frustrated to have lost the feeling of his fingers, but she was not made to wait for very long.

Harry returned to her dripping pussy where it sat invitingly beneath her ass and between her thighs. He put himself to the side of Sinistra, his hand grabbing her hair. The grip he had on it forced her to tilt her neck back.

His other hand reached around, the knuckle resting against the pussy he’d worked so hard to moisten.

“Ready?” Harry asked.

Sinistra understood what he was going to do as she looked at him from the corner of her eyes. Her answer was growled in language heavily inappropriate for a teacher.

“Fucking do it!” she gasped.

Harry’s hand rammed into her pussy, the entire fist disappearing into Sinistra’s snatch.

It entered her up to his wrist. He didn’t swing it around with too much aggression, knowing that the size alone was sufficient to rock Sinistra’s world. Although not many women were hardy enough to handle such an extreme move, Sinistra wasn’t the very first one he’d employed it with. Harry had picked up a few tricks, including a dastardly way that he wiggled his fingers which made Sinistra positively gush. 

“AH! Fuck me, Harry! HARRY!” squealed the older woman. It had not taken long at all for her to lose any poise she had once possessed.

The nuance that he was not technically fucking her yet was entirely lost on Sinistra, who was well and truly cumming as his fist rammed around inside of her. The distinction probably didn’t mean much to her; as long as the pleasure kept coming, she didn’t care what part of Harry’s body he was using to grant it. 

But there was only so long that Harry could handle this arrangement. He was far from a selfish lover only concerned with his own pleasure… But he was still a man, and there was only so much excitement that his dick could take before it demanded attention of its own.

So, the next time that Sinistra orgasmed, Harry ripped his fist out of her pussy, the motion sending clear fluids streaming off of his hand. 

He positioned his body behind Sinistra. Letting go of her hair, he pushed her down instead, bending the black beauty over. His dick brushed against her pussy, finding the entrance open and inviting after taking the whole girth of his dick.

“What a lovely night,” Harry mused loudly.

He followed it up by smashing his dick into Sinistra’s guts, clapping both of her cheeks and creating a heavenly slapping sound.

The noises only redoubled and got even louder as Harry began to tear up the beautiful older woman. He had one hand planted on her back right between her shoulder blades, holding her chin down against the sleeping back and keeping her back arched. Sinistra begged over and over again for him to fuck her; for him not to stop; for him to keep going. Harry excitedly obliged.

Night dawned and light faded except for what was provided by the campfire they started. Harry could feel its warmth against the left side of his body. Sinistra’s nude body was warmer. He looked up without stopping what his body was doing, plowing Sinistra with speed and vigor. Overhead, a canvas of bright white stars had become visible. 

Well, Harry had given her his word, hadn’t he? It would just be rude to back out now.

Instead of keeping Sinistra pressed down, he chose to haul her up. Her ass cheeks pressed into his body right above the base of his dick, squishing flat without any resistance. Harry looped his arm around Sinistra’s neck, settling her throat against the crook of his arm. Finally, he grabbed her face, using the same hand that he had fisted her with.

He gripped her cheeks, squashing them, but only until she opened her mouth. Then his fingers went inside her mouth. Like a good girl, Sinistra sucked on them readily. Her tits were bouncing up and down with Harry’s thrusts, while he could feel the ripples in her ass as it pressed into him.

“They’re beautiful,” Harry said, looking up at the stars.

Despite the grip of his hands and the feeling of his dick Sinistra did the same thing. Throughout multiple orgasms, even as moans continued to escape her throat in short little bursts, she gazed on the stars with Harry.

Sure, they didn’t have a telescope… But they could still see them. Even an unenhanced view like this one was enough to remind Sinistra of why she fell in love with Astronomy.

More than the uses, or what potions they mattered for, or how they corresponded to this rune or that spell… What first called her to the stars was their beauty. Every night they came back to visit, in the best and in the worst times of her life. They were perhaps her best friend; maybe even a family member. She’d made almost every defining decision in her life while looking up at the stars. So it was that she looked at them now while she made another.

Sinistra spat out Harry’s fingers, the taste of her own cunt still lingering on her tongue. “Do it.”

With a broad smile that she could not see, Harry kept thrusting. He loosened his grip on her slightly. Sinistra still kept her head raised, gazing at the stars. She smiled even as moans continued to be forced out past her lips.

Harry’s first load gave her the warmth she had originally asked for and then some. It heated up the whole lower portion of her body, granting Sinistra a happiness she had never experienced before. It might have been the happiest she had ever been, although a close contender arrived immediately after when she felt Harry’s huge dick slide back and ram forward again, not having missed a single beat.

“We’d better make sure,” Harry said.

“Very sure,” Sinistra said.

That night she fell asleep laying on the arm of the man whose cum was spilling out of her pussy in globs, the two of them foregoing the tent in favor of the night air, looking up at the stars.