"Narcissa?!" Harry exclaimed and sat up. He pushed Bellatrix back on his lap, keeping her straddled on his cock, her legs hugging around him. He stared at her erotic face. "When?!"
Bellatrix giggled and warped her arms around Harry's neck before pressing her cloud-like breasts over his chest. Her face inched closer to his, her hot breath caressing her lover's face. "When you tamed me and Cissy in Hogsmeade. She returned to hide in 12 Grimmauld Place immediately after and couldn't concoct a potion."
Is this a blessing or a curse? Harry wondered silently. I guess I'll be seeing her in a few days.
He focused back on Bellatrix, her ripe, feminine body was a work of art. His arm that hugged around the waist refused to loosen up, while his other hand caressed the side of her face. Is there any need to further my bloodline with Bellatrix now?
However, once he gazed at her excited, fanatic eyes that held him in pure worship, he felt his cock twitch yet again. No, the more the better.
"Are you ready for more, Bellatrix?"
Bellatrix rocked her hips in reply, loving the rising hardness of his cock underneath. Her lips quickly began rubbing against Harry's neck, going up. "Always, my Lord! Bellatrix is yours… to love… use… oooh breed!"
Love potion? Harry wondered what made her so fanatic for the Dark Lord. Thank you for this delectable gift, Voldemort.
"Aaaah!"
Harry gripped her ass tight and raised her a little before aiming his rock-hard cock in and letting her fall over it. His entire length drove in straight to her cervix. As Bellatrix moaned and arched back, Harry fondled both her luscious breasts and suckled, teasing her with dangerous bites all over.
She loved it, her moans were akin to music to his ears. She hadn't even started to move on his cock, but the sensation of his pulsating rod filling her up made her feel hotter than anything else imaginable. No potion, no elixir, no amount of wealth gave her as much pleasure as having her beloved lord's cock inside.
"Yesss~ I wish I could have yo-ooooh… In me forever, my Lord!" Bellatrix finally grounded her hips back and forth, sliding his slippery cock in and out of her drenched, swollen red petals. This was their fourth session that night, and it was still hours before sunrise.
Harry didn't feel like exerting too much and relaxed his back against the headboard of the bed. Fondling her breasts, suckling her, kissing her ripe red lips, clawing her curly raven hair at times—He let Bellatrix do the fucking on her own while he relished in the sensory overload before his eyes.
I've changed. Harry thought to himself while watching Bellatrix fuck herself to bliss on his cock. Something shameful, almost evil… now seems normal.
Her lovable breasts jolted with each shake, and the claps her rear made on his thighs were loud. She breathed deeply, moaned, and combed her own hair through her fingers, completely lost in pleasure.
I-I'm enjoying this. Harry felt he couldn't continue to lie to himself. What had started as Voldemort's manipulation had turned into his personality somehow. I… Am I evil?
"Ah~ Oooooh… My Lord!" Bellatrix sang his name. "I… I'm coming! Aaaaaah!"
Not just a climax but a squirt poured out of her filled depth. Her pussy lips clenched to keep hold of his warm cock tight inside. But the spraying juices only made his cock twitch harder and hotter. The sensations took over Harry's troubled mind and he moved.
"Me too, Bella." Harry finally used her shortened name.
Bellatrix almost shed a tear as she heard that, and slammed her lips on Harry's. She let him throw her back on the bed, his cock continuously impaled deep in her core. Her fleshy soft legs quickly clamped around his waist, preparing herself to receive his fertile batter.
Harry didn't think much and caught Bellatrix under himself, her legs spread wide. His cock slammed deep, the default position to spill deep inside. His hips moved on their own, jolting back and forth to earn that sweet tickling pleasure all over his length.
She still felt tight, and Harry enjoyed that greatly. But feeling exhausted, he let himself fall down on her breasts, his face landing right in the middle of the marshmallowy softness. With a constant rhythm, he just kept pumping.
The thought that he didn't need to worry about finishing inside was just too provocative. Even after having spilled inside her four times that night, he felt the same amount of arousal as the first.
"Ugh…!" Harry grunted as his thrusts got slower and rougher.
Tiredly, he kept pumping in till the last moment. "T-Take it…"
"As you wish… My Lord!" Bellatrix hugged Harry's body on herself and clenched her legs tighter around him, as if wanting him to reach as deep as possible and put one in for good.
Harry's legs sprawled straight on the bed, pouring all his weight on her spread pussy. His eyes closed, and he allowed his cock to do the rest of the magic as convulsions took over. The jolts rose from within his core, his balls contracted as the burst approached the last threshold.
"Ahh…" Harry breathed out vocally and sprayed all of his spill. Less sticky and creamy than before, but still a good amount as his continued thrusts gushed some out through the gaps.
Finally, as Harry rode through that climax, he fell on her body like a log. His hands hugged her sensual body below himself and simply rested upon the feathery hills. Her bodily heat didn't feel as disgusting or hateful anymore.
It scared him that this woman killed Sirius. But wasn't this a form of payback?
His own thoughts scared him. But one thing he couldn't lie about was how he felt. A dark reflection he dared not say out loud.
I… I don't want this to end.
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Drained, sore, tired, and yet energized. Harry woke up late in the morning as the light seeped through the room's curtains.
Under the sheets, wrapped around his body, was Bellatrix's arm and leg, hugging him and sleeping contently with a big smile on her lips. The night had been amazing, having exhausted each other sexually until five in the morning.
Harry remained in bed, resting for a while.
Unlike before, he didn't push Bellatrix away, nor did he want to do it. His own arm was underneath her head, keeping her close. After having made up his mind to further his bloodline through her, she was no longer a stranger.
Don't hate me for this, Mom, Dad.
Harry slid off the bed, putting away Bellatrix's arm. He quickly put on his pants and walked over to the window. The teacher's corridor was really well placed. The view was worth it from there. But despite the warm sunlight, he knew there was nothing but darkness waiting for him outside.
Where could the Slytherin locket be? He racked his brain trying to figure it out. The more time Voldemort has, the harder it'll be to kill him. No more time to waste here.
He gave Bellatrix one last glance and left her room. The woman had worked herself until she passed out so her deep slumber was understandable.
Stretching his shoulders, he left the teacher's corridor carefully and arrived at the regular area accessible to students.
"Mr. Potter, there you are!"
"Professor McGonagall." Harry saw the old witch rushing towards him.
"The Headmaster has summoned you to his office. Follow me quickly."
Harry didn't argue and walked behind her. "How is the Professor now?"
"Better than yesterday. But he fears he… It's better if you speak with him directly." McGonagall refused to elaborate further.
Yet again, Harry found himself facing an uncertain future. If something happens to Dumbledore, Voldemort's power would be left unchecked with no other wizard around his level.
Knock! Knock!
McGonagall pushed open the door and ushered Harry into the headmaster's office.
"Professor!" Harry saw the old man sitting in his seat. His complexion was dark, his face looked as if he had aged a century in one night. He was barely anything more than skin and bones now. "What happened? Will you be al—"
Harry stopped midspeech as he noticed another presence in the office coming into view from a corner. He frowned at the man. "Professor Snape?"
"Lower your eyes, Potter. There is plenty for you to hide." Snape sneered at Harry and approached Dumbledore to feed him a potion.
"Be at ease, Harry. Severus is helping me fight back the pain." Dumbledore willingly took it all and finally spoke to Harry. "Take a seat."
Harry silently waited for Snape to finish whatever he was doing. The potions professor had come with a whole box of potions and mixed various vials right there. To Harry's own surprise, he could make a sense of what was happening just by looking.
Voldemort's knowledge and that book of The Half-Blood Prince helped Harry greatly. Potion to slow down aging? Professor's hand!
He still remained silent and waited. Finally, once Snape was done and left, Harry jumped up from his seat and approached Dumbledore. "What happened to you, Professor?"
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