Morning crept through the half-drawn curtains in soft golden rays, the light filtering in like spilled honey over bare skin and tangled sheets. The room was thick with the scent of sex — musky, raw, lingering like smoke after a fire. Clothes were strewn across the floor: her black lace bra draped over a lamp, his pants half-hung from the footboard, stockings discarded near the door.
The bed was a wreck — pillows tossed aside, sheets twisted and damp with sweat. The air was warm, heavy, intimate.
Nova stirred.
Muscles sore in the best way, skin tingling from dried sweat and lingering adrenaline. He shifted slightly, the blankets sliding over his hips, the faint ache of claw marks running down his back making him smirk even before his eyes opened.
Then he felt it — soft, warm, wet.
His eyes cracked open just as the blanket was gently lifted from his body. Cool air kissed his thighs. And there she was.
Between his legs, on her elbows, fiery hair cascading over her shoulders, lips already wrapped around the head of his cock — slow, purposeful suckling that sent a jolt of pleasure right through his core.
"Nothing better," he groaned, voice still heavy with sleep, "than waking up in the mouth of a milf."
Lily Potter smiled around his length — eyes half-lidded, cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper. The sunlight caught on the faint bruises dotting her collarbone, the cluster of hickeys blooming across her breasts like a bouquet of sin. Her skin bore the evidence of the night before — bite marks on her neck, red streaks from where his fingers had gripped too tight.
And Nova—he wasn't unmarked either.
Faint red trails scored down his chest, his hips, his shoulders. Her nails had dug deep, and the sting of them made him grin as he stretched.
He tangled a hand in her hair, fingers curling tight at the roots. Then, with a low growl, he pushed her head down farther.
Her throat tightened around him as he guided her deeper, his hips lifting into a slow, rhythmic thrust.
She moaned — a wet, muffled sound of satisfaction — and began to match his pace. Her tongue slid along the underside of his cock with each pass, her lips flushed and slick, saliva pooling at the corners of her mouth as she worked him expertly.
The more he fucked her throat, the messier it got. Strings of spit dripped down her chin, onto her breasts, glistening in the morning light. He held her there — letting her struggle slightly, feeling the twitch of her throat around him, then pulling her back just enough for her to catch a shaky breath.
"Look at you," he muttered, voice thick with heat. "Still hungry after all that."
She gave him a look — proud, ruined, full of fire — before diving back down.
Nova's grip tightened. He was close — too close. The tension coiled in his spine, hips snapping harder now, using her mouth like it belonged to him. The bed creaked again, his thighs tensing as the pleasure surged.
And then it hit.
With a deep, ragged growl, he came — cock pulsing against her tongue, hot spurts flooding her mouth.
She tried to swallow — tried to take it all — but the load was thick, heavy, more than she could handle. Some of it spilled from her lips, dripped down her chin, coating her throat.
Nova pulled her off mid-spurt and let the last few ropes spill across her face — streaks of heat landing across her cheek, her lips, even in her hair.
She looked up at him — eyes glazed, mouth open, tongue out — cum dripping from her lips like icing on sin itself.
He reached down and wiped a drop from her chin with his thumb, then pressed it to her lips.
"Clean it up," he ordered, low and firm.
She sucked his thumb with a slow, deliberate swirl of her tongue, moaning softly.
He laid back with a smirk, breathing hard, cock twitching faintly against his thigh.
"That's how you say good morning," he muttered.
She crawled up beside him, licking the rest of the mess from her lips. Her face was flushed, her breath unsteady, hair wild and tangled from a night of intense passion. Hickeys bloomed along her neck and collarbone, and her skin still glistened faintly from sweat and saliva.
Nova lay back, arms behind his head, basking in the warmth of the morning light — his chest marked with red trails from her nails, the sheets still damp beneath them.
Lily exhaled contentedly, then murmured with a dreamy smile, "I wish for the room to smell fresh... like the clean air of a forest. And to clean the room—along with our bodies."
Without hesitation, Nova snapped his fingers.
A soft pulse of energy rippled through the air, his mutant ability activating instantly. The musky scent of sex faded, replaced by the crisp, green scent of pine needles, wildflowers, and cool mountain air. The sheets straightened, clothes folded themselves neatly in a corner, and a warm cleansing sensation swept over their skin, leaving both of them refreshed and bare without lifting a finger.
Lily stretched, the movement lazy and feline, her breasts rising gently as she let out a pleased sigh. "Much better," she said.
Nova's hand slid over to caress her ass, fingers tracing the curve possessively.
"So," she said after a pause, her tone softening. "Today's the day you leave for your world… right?"
Nova's touch didn't stop. He gave her a firm squeeze and nodded.
"Indeed," he said, voice low. "I've already spent too long in this world. I have already completed the groundwork for my business empire along with my contract terms to you and those two."
Lily looked at him. "To train Harry and Hermione?"
He smirked faintly. "By now, they could pass their N.E.W.T.s with Outstanding marks across Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. I pushed them hard in practical combat stimulations, with little more practical combat experience,I am pretty sure they would atleast easily be able to demolish rookie auror teams."
Nova allowed himself a brief smile as memories from the past three years resurfaced. Once again, he had used his System's Temporal Manipulation ability to accelerate time within the Sanctum Vault. Thirty six external days became three internal years.
But this time, he wasn't alone. Harry, Hermione, and Lily Potter had joined him in the Vault.
Emma, Hermione's mother, had declined his offer to stay the full three years inside. Though she was in an open marriage, the idea of being isolated for that long—away from her husband—concerned her. She feared it might dull the emotional bond with her partner in the real world.
Nova had respected her decision. Disappointed? Yes. But understanding.
Not that it prevented moments of intimacy. Weekends were often used as psychological rest days for teens. To maintain morale and avoid cabin fever, Nova would reconfigure the time ratio to match the outer world every seventh day. In other words, one day inside equaled one day outside—allowing everyone to rest, recharge, or reconnect emotionally.
Some weekends... were quite memorable alongside Lily, Emma and Narcissa.
But training wasn't the only thing happening inside the Vault. Lily didn't spend all her time in magical study. As Nova's assistant, she was deeply involved in launching the Trader's operations in this world. Specifically, her mission was to lay the groundwork for the potions division.
Using her respected status as a Muggle-born and war heroine, Lily began recruiting other skilled Muggle-borns—particularly those with at least an Acceptable (A) in Potions N.E.W.T.s. After an initial screening, the shop was staffed with talented, loyal workers.
Rather than starting a shop from scratch, Nova had instructed them to acquire an existing asset. And so, Slug & Jiggers Apothecary—one of Diagon Alley's most reputable potion shops—was bought outright. It was quietly absorbed under a new business alliance between the Potter, Black, and Malfoy families.
Now it's named 'The Traders Shop', which is little baffling to others.
Anyway, this move shook the British magical economy.
But it was hard to protest. The alliance made political and social sense. Narcissa, the Malfoy matriarch, who now controls vast Malfoy buisness and influence after regretfull death of Lucius Malfoy, was originally born a Black.
With Harry holding the Black lordship, the familial connections offered a convenient explanation for the merger. Outsiders whispered about power grabs, but no one had evidence of foul play.
For now, Nova had assigned Lily and Narcissa to focus solely on the potion division.
Once they have settled things, they would build another shop, the shop selling artifacts. These artifacts would be imported from Black Clover world.
Similarly, high-grade potions from this world would be imported to Black Clover. Thus would start Nova business empire.
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