Harry spread his hands across the soft bed, the mattress depressing due to his weight as he murmured, "Do your magic, Aunt..."
He didn't know why, but in these setting, he liked to call them their familial status than names, it brought them closet
Evis moved on the bed, her sticky with sweat pajamas turning into ice as they vanished from her her body, turning into glittering ice powder that moved and stood behind her like a pair of majestic wings,
Harry just looked, mesmerized, O what beauty!
He almost felt like reciting a poem.
Her smooth white skin and golden hair flashed in the air as in his dazed state, his own clothes turned to mere glitters of light as they vanished from the world, surprised, Evis blinked,
But Harry's hands unknowingly had wrapped around her waist, no longer afraid of losing control, his tongue found her neck and pecked at its sides, savoring his aunt's taste,
