Red lipstick? It was rare to find Bellatrix with such contrasting colors on her face. But he was all for it.
He walked into the room, allowing Bellatrix to shut and lock the door behind him. Like a happy puppy, she quickly approached Harry, trying to be as close as possible. "W-When do we start, My Lord?"
As long as she never finds out I lied to her, I have nothing to worry about. Harry thought and approached the study table in the room. He pulled the chair back and sat down. But it's not over until I prepare a will for myself.
"Why don't you start with the preparations under the table? I have something important to write first," Harry suggested, or perhaps ordering as his tone lacked any semblance of the hesitating boy he once used to be.
"Hehe…" Bellatrix giggled like a teenager and got down to her knees immediately. On all fours, she crawled underneath the table and settled between Harry's parted knees. "My Lord, would you prefer me unwrapped or wrapped?"
Harry felt a tug in his loins hearing that. He looked down under the table and relished in the fuckable delight presenting herself to him. Her face, mature and erotic, her smiling red lips, and her curly hair were a man's dream.
"I'll take care of that later," Harry replied, wanting to disrobe her himself later, for this was no random day of pleasure. The sole reason was to plunder and breed, to mark her with his seed. "Go ahead."
"Umm…" Bellatrix looked down at Harry's loins quickly and slid her palms over his foot, then knee, between his thighs, and finally reached for his pants button.
Meanwhile, Harry grabbed a sheet of paper and a quill to write down his inheritance. It mentioned his direct heir, with whoever it may be, given all his wealth. Furthermore, he added a clause for the Black Family's inheritance as well.
"Oooh… so big, My Lord!" Bellatrix had already opened his pants and lowered the zipper. With her nimble fingers, she slid one hand between his underpants and pulled out his virile, erect shaft, swollen in all its glory, twitching in her tight grip that couldn't fully hold him despite her efforts.
The look of worship on Bellatrix's face didn't betray her as she quickly widened her lips and gobbled all of his cock in one go, uncaring if it hit her in the throat or made her gag. Like a prized possession, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, she just wanted to feel him as deep as possible, as heavy, as thick, as creamy as she could remember forever.
Ghk!—Bellatrix choked herself, refusing to pull her face back until her complexion turned red from ashen white. Her nostrils flared up, and her eyes teared up, smudging the hot black mascara.
"Ooooh~!" Finally, when she pulled her gasping lips back, thick long ropes of mucus and her spit stretched, connected to her lips. "Hehe…" She giggled and went right back in, using one hand to rub all around the base of his shaft, coating his length in the residue. Her other hand fondled his balls dangerously tight.
She's wilder than usual. Harry gritted his teeth, his toes curled while he tried to focus on the damn will he was writing.
He couldn't say he didn't love it. Bellatrix was the craziest and the most enjoyable out of all the women he bedded. Perhaps it was her only redeeming quality despite being a pure-blood supremacist.
"Um… umh… hmmm… Mmmm!" Bellatrix mindlessly moaned to herself while bobbing her head frantically, jolting her curly raven locks all over. She was warm and tight with her suctions, and she took him deep to the hilt plenty of times.
I… Ugh… I don't think I can finish the will. Harry already felt the itching heat rising deep in his core. Shouldn't waste it today.
"On the bed!" He snapped, ordering her. He slid his chair back, pulling his cock out from her tight lips with that momentum. "Let's not waste it."
Hearing that, Bellatrix was re-energized and tried to stand up right away.
Bam!
She bumped her head on the table a little too hard. Yet, it didn't deter her, and quickly moved over to the bed. "How would you like me, My Lord?"
Harry thought about it for a moment, but when he looked down at his drenched with drool, twitching cock, he knew there wasn't much time left to finish round one. "Bed, on hands and knees! Quick!"
"Yesss~ My Lord!" Bellatrix cooed and jumped to the bed. Keeping herself near the edge, she got down on her elbow, arched her back like a cat, and raised her ass over her knees.
Harry got behind her and quickly raised her black dress from her ankles and shoved it up onto her waist. Her white, lacy panties were very thin, but instead of bothering to remove them whole, he just lowered them to her knees.
There she lay, presenting her wide, mature hips perfect for birthing, her fertile feminine pussy lips, slobbering, swollen red. It was a sight of beauty with not a speck of blemish on her cushiony soft skin, except for a single mole on her right cheek.
Harry looked down at her pale brown back hole. As tempting as it was, he shook his head and stepped forward behind her. With his fingers, he guided his hungry need, first giving a few slaps on her entrance with his cockhead.
"Ooooh~ J-Just… enter… My Lord!"
Harry did as she asked and thrust forward like a savage beast, all in one go. He watched as her endless pussy devoured him with tight wet squeezes until he felt his balls hit her pelvis below. The sensation was heavenly with her insides clenching tight against the sudden intrusion.
Bellatrix's mouth lay wide open in a natural shock, a little bit of pain but a whole lot of pleasure. This was her dream come true, being filled by her dear Dark Lord, the only love of her life.
Harry's temples started to sweat, his glasses slipping down to his nose. But his hands were too busy digging his claws into the cloud-like buttocks of Bellatrix, each of his fingers making a dent in her flesh while his hips continued to pump in and out in long strokes.
The wet, squelches from the frantic fucking took over the room soon enough, the musky scents of their sex turning both their heads empty and intoxicated. Harry grunted, and Bellatrix moaned continuously.
"Ugh!" He clawed her ass even tighter, leaving red marks of his fingers. He spread her rear roughly, turning her gaping slit even wider, giving him more ease to drive in. He loved the sensations, the tightness, the bumps and grooves, the tugs on his foreskin from the raw tightness inside her.
"Oooh~ My Lord… Yesss, fill me please… I'm yours… My womb is yours… fill it!" Bellatrix went wild, her thoughts already filled with dreams of a full belly. Not once, not twice, but as long as she lived, she wanted to feel this every single night, her lord spearing deep inside.
Harry closed his eyes, listening to her melodic moans, the fucking, and his grunts. The titillating sensation reached closer, Bellatrix's climax had already come and gone, leaving him hungry for his own.
Finally, he buckled and drove in deep, staying right there and fighting the urge to continue thrusting. Little, tight squeezes and shivers of his cockhead inside came like a precursor to the frenzied flood that burst out.
His virile seed spilled with a jolt of bliss, spraying it all deep in her core, his cock jammed against her cervix, hungry for more.
"Oooooh~" Bellatrix cried in love and relief, feeling her lord spilling his warmth inside. She felt it all, and cherished the sensations, turning her skin a mess of goosebumps.
Harry had his eyes closed and saw nothing. He just rode through the pulsing climax, one of many that were to follow that day and the following night.
A few long moments later he stepped back to gather his breath. Bellatrix didn't move from her position yet, maintaining her ass raised high, spread wide and revealing the cream-filled slit, gaping and clenching tight, as if breathing in pleasure.
This won't do. Harry told himself and returned to the chair to sit down and finish the will he was writing.
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