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Voldemort Is Harry 15 - Sowing The Seeds
🕑 Added 2024-06-04 11:10:49 +0000 UTCA silent standoff ensued. They couldn't fight in the bank and anger the goblins. At the same time, Harry understood that they were safe as long as they were inside the bank. The moment they walked out, a fight was imminent.
"What should we do?" Harry asked, giving Hermoine and Tonks a glance, one being an Auror and one a witch he considered smarter than himself. "We've already destroyed the Horcrux."
They still had the bags filled with Lestrange wealth, and they didn't want to part ways with it.
"One of us should go and bring Moody and other Order members over," Tonks suggested and looked at Hermione. "I can't leave Harry, and if Harry leaves they’ll follow. You should go, Hermione… quickly."
Hermione hesitated for a moment and looked at Harry. Fear brightly visible on her face, she tried to maintain a tough act. "Don't die, Harry."
"Not a chance," Harry replied, hiding the fear in his heart. His death verdict was signed the day he received the curse mark, after all. "Go now, and be quick. Leave the suitcase here."
Hermione agreed and rushed out of the bank, heading to the nearest and the quickest means to contact the Order members.
Meanwhile, Harry stared at Lucius and Rodolphus, feeling a little strange by the fact that he had bedded both their wives, and both were subservient to him with the unbreakable vow. They have no idea what has happened to them. But shouldn't Voldemort know? Did he tell them? No, it doesn't seem like it.
"I wonder if it was your idea to use Draco, Mr. Malfoy." Harry tried to provoke Lucius into making some bad decisions. "Too bad, he failed devastatingly."
The sneering look on Lucius' face was threatening, but Harry wanted that. It was worth getting injured if it meant goblins would attack Lucius in reply. Too bad I can't bring up Narcissa in this. But…
"And you, Rodolphus? How does it feel having your wife’s first stolen by the Dark Lord and then me?" Harry barked louder, making sure the nosey goblins heard it as well. But it confused Harry as Rodolphus’ expressions didn’t change at all. He doesn't care about Bellatrix, does he?
Harry Potter, although influenced by the vileness of Voldemort, still wasn't that evil. He couldn't bring himself to go lower than that, but he felt he could trash-talk Draco plenty.
"I had to beat Draco to teach him a lesson. He did get a Dark Mark, didn't he?" Harry rambled continuously, hoping something would hit. He noticed the man flinching when the Dark Mark was mentioned. "You ought to be the greatest father in existence. So scared of Azkaban, you made sure your son joins you to keep company."
At that, Tonks approached him from behind. "What are you doing, Harry?"
"Provoking him," Harry replied.
Since Harry and Tonks refused to leave the bank, Lucius and Rodolphus stayed standing there in the distance. However, one was gritting his teeth while the other looked lifeless, emotionless, and certainly soulless.
Thud!
"Where are they?!"
Harry looked behind at the familiar voice. Moody strode into the bank with his staff making a thumping noise against the floor. Behind him there were five more wizards and witches, all with their hands in their coat pockets, holding their wands.
The goblins stopped working, frowning at the scene. But they allowed Moody to walk in and approach the head goblin. Moody just handed over a letter to the goblin and walked towards Lucius and Rodolphus.
"This land is not under the Ministry's jurisdiction," the head goblin voiced his distaste. "Your Ministry's order does not work here."
"Take them," growled Moody to his subordinates, his magical eye swiveling. He turned to the goblin. "You're right, but the Ministry has jurisdiction over wizards and witches. Unless you want to openly declare you'll provide a safe haven for these two criminals, you have no reason to stop me… Of course, if you choose to save them, you'd be standing against all wizardkind as a traitor."
The head goblin stood there with a frown. He wanted to stop what was happening, but doing that would put them and his kind on the same side as the Dark Lord. It was a different matter to continue doing business with the Dark Lord's side, but taking his side openly was going overboard.
"Take them, but those bags must be left behind. They used a Bellatrix’s disguise to enter the vault and—"
"No, we have the permission," Harry suddenly voiced, interrupting him. "A letter written and signed by Bellatrix herself, permitting me entry to the Lestrange family’s vault."
Harry handed over the letter and let them take it away to check its authenticity. By then, Lucius and Rodolphus were subdued, their wands taken, and their mouths stuffed with cotton to ensure they didn't cast any spells. Their hands were also cuffed.
Seeing the goblins no longer stopping them, Harry walked out alongside Moody.
"Harry!" Hermione was waiting outside with another group of Aurors who had set a boundary to ensure nobody entered the bank.
"Let's go." Harry looked at Tonks. "Take us back to the school right now."
"What about those two?" Tonks asked.
Harry shrugged. "They're of no use to us. It's already good enough that they were caught."
Tonks agreed in the end and grabbed Harry and Hermione. All the while they kept a hold on the four bags full of wealth. Then with a quick apparition, they arrived at the gates of Hogwarts. From there they had to walk inside, going straight towards Dumbledore's office.
Harry felt more rushed, however. As long as the Horcrux was taken care of, all they needed to do next was find Voldemort and kill him along with his snake… and himself as well.
They arrived at the spiral staircase and walked up to Dumbledore's office. After a quick knock on the door, they entered and looked around for any traces of the old man.
"He didn't return?" Tonks exclaimed.
Harry silently approached the table instead and picked up the Slytherin's locket resting there. It didn't look damaged in the slightest, and yet he couldn't find any trace of darkness in it. "No, he did return."
"Mr. Potter?!"
Harry looked back, there stood Professor McGonagall at the door, her eyes frowned with worry. "Where is Professor Dumbledore?"
"In the hospital wing. I suggest you follow me… alone." McGonagall called him.
Harry could already see something had gone wrong and quickly followed behind her. Too lost in thoughts he forgot the bags or his friends. Did he find a new way to destroy it?
"In here."
Harry followed McGonagall in and soon saw Dumbledore lying on one of the beds, awake but not looking very well. His complexion had turned darker as if his body had decayed, his flesh paler like a skeleton.
"Professor! What happened?!" He hastily approached the bed.
"H-Harry…" Dumbledore glanced over and looked pained. "Forgive me, Harry… It was a fake… It's not real."
Harry lifted the locket and showed it to Dumbledore. "But the memory… How can the memory be fake?"
"S-Someone else… may have found it before us," Dumbledore replied weakly. "D-Did you?"
"I did it, Professor. I destroyed them both." Harry reassured him. "I’ll find the locket too."
Dumbledore coughed, his face scowled as if in great pain and discomfort. Harry wanted to know what had happened, but he couldn't bring himself to force the man.
Will he be alright? He wondered, worried about all the plans now. Everything that could have gone wrong had now gone wrong. Voldemort's memories were his only clue, and now if even they end up being wrong, there was no option left.
Where do I even start looking for it? Harry wondered. Wait! Kreacher was there too! Yes, he should know something.
"Let the Headmaster rest now, Mr. Potter."
Harry stepped back at Madam Pomfrey's words. Disappointed and annoyed, he returned to find Tonks and Hermione outside the headmaster's office.
"He didn't find it. It was fake," he revealed, unsettling the girls. "But don't worry, I may have a clue. Just a few days are left before the end of the term, so let's wait until then. With Lucius and Rodolphus caught, the Death Eaters would be overly cautious and enraged right now."
"You're right." Tonks agreed and pushed the bags towards Harry. "I’ll have to return to the Ministry and report."
Harry let her leave and glanced at Hermione. "You should go and rest… A lot happened today. I’ll stay with Professor Dumbledore in case he wants to tell me anything."
Hermione, still a little dissatisfied with what happened in the vault, agreed and left Harry standing alone.
For Harry, although it was late in the morning, he still decided to go and find Bellatrix and do what he had planned. Even if it were to take that whole day and the night, he wanted to leave behind a legacy of himself.
Am I turning evil like Voldemort? He wondered while making his way towards Bellatrix's room with all four bags floating behind him. Am I going too far?
"My Lord!" The door opened immediately, Bellatrix standing there clean and groomed, her curly hair combed, her black dress a charm—tight around the waist, deep, wide neck revealing her ivory glistening bosom, and her arms clothed in long black gloves.
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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Somewhere desolate in Scotland, Voldemort gathered his allies in one place. The mood was no longer calm. The storm had arrived and things after things continued to go wrong. Voldemort, confident of himself at the start, found himself with the realization that in his pursuit of manipulating Harry, he had turned Harry into another version of himself.
The cunning, the ruthlessness, the drive to do anything needed to succeed. He didn't expect such abilities to be possessed by the Boy Who Lived. Yet here he was, unable to enter Harry's mind anymore, his Horcruxes lost, and now his two top-most Death Eaters also gone.
On an open desolate grassy hill, Voldemort sat alone on a large stone, his palm caressing his bald head. All the Death Eaters stood around him at the same time, all afraid of saying anything. Only the snake, Nagini, approached the Dark Lord and coiled around him.
"All roads lead to war," Voldemort voiced. "The Malfoys failed me… their boy failed his mission. Dumbledore lives, and now Rodolphus is caught—Is this acceptable?"
"N-No, My Lord!" Yaxley murmured.
Voldemort glared at his Death Eater, his servant. "Then why do you stand here? Why does the Ministry still stand strong?! Crabbe? Mulciber?"
Voldemort felt like killing them all but he knew his hands were tied. He needed all the abled bodies he could muster for the battle ahead. But more than that, he desired to torment Harry Potter.
Now, aware that most of his horcruxes were destroyed, the fear of death felt very real for the first time. "Incompetence…"
He caressed Nagini, his prized possession. "We need to strengthen our numbers. We need Giants on our side, we need allies—Drag out pureblood rats who still hide. Give them the choice—death or serve our cause!"
"Understood, My Lord!"
Woosh!
"We will not disappoint, My Lord!"
One after another, the Death Eaters apparated away, more frightened than motivated to serve. In their minds, they had no option but to serve; for their Dark Mark would never let them escape.
Eventually, Voldemort was left behind alone. Caressing the head of the snake coiled around him. He sneered at the thought of Harry coming after him and his snake.
"He will have to face me eventually, and that shall be his end."
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Hogwarts,
Harry wanted to stay in the room with Bellatrix for the whole day and the whole night, but he ended up falling asleep on the bed during his second round while Bellatrix rode him, rubbing her breasts, hair, moaning while hopping on his cock until he spilled inside.
Then like a blanket, she fell forward on his chest, hugged him, and slept right there on Harry, giving him the pleasuring warmth of her soft body. It was enough for the Boy-Who-Lived to re-energize himself after the night-long hunt for Horcruxes.
But when he woke up, he woke up hungry and in need of a refreshing shower. So, he left Bellatrix for the time being and took a nice bath in the prefect's bathroom thanks to Ron's Prefect status.
What if Voldemort makes more Horcruxes? He wondered while lying in the warm pool water, bubbles popping around. I'll have to enter his mind again.
What worried him was the fact that he couldn't ever be sure that all the Horcruxes were dealt with. The only possible end was a face-to-face battle, and even then, he feared his death would be for nothing.
A dozen sighs and half an hour later, Harry walked out looking fresh, heading to the Great Hall to have dinner, and then return to Bellatrix for the night of passionate lovemaking. As expected, Dumbledore was missing from dinner, an eerie silence was present the whole time.
Slytherins are looking too silent tonight. Harry noticed. They didn't look at him, unlike most other times. But what he disliked the most was the absence of Hermione and the abundant presence of Ron Weasley still in his romantic phase with Lavender, both sitting tight against each other.
He's still not tired of her? Harry wondered. Having done it once with Lavender and Katie that one time, he didn't have a positive impression of her, at least not for his best friend.
Yet, what could he even do? So, he just ate his fill as quickly as possible and left the Great Hall. He took a few random turns in corridors, climbed stairs to get rid of anyone following, and then began making his way to Bellatrix.
"Potter!"
What he wasn't expecting was to be stopped by two Slytherin girls he had never really spoken with, or even looked at… Maybe a few glances because of their beauty, but that was it. He never had an exchange with them.
"Ms. Grengrass and Ms. Greengrass." Harry looked at the two sisters, one a blonde, curvy beauty, the other a brunette with a more lithe figure. "What can I do for you?"
"Can you win?" Daphne suddenly asked, her arms crossed underneath her bosom, giving it a more refined detail.
Harry focused on her face, her blue eyes fear-stricken for some reason. "What do you mean? Quidditch?"
"Against him—You know, him!" Astoria voiced, her shorter height and lithe form made her seem not as confident. "The Dark Lord."
Harry frowned, curious if this was yet another trap. "I've already won half of it. Now move aside, I have somewhere to be."
"No!" Daphne, showing a newfound courage, grabbed Harry's arm and stopped him. "We need a definite answer. Can you defeat him?"
"Why are you asking me that?" Harry interrogated back.
"Because… Because our options are limited now. The Dark Lord is going after all the pureblood families—You either support his cause or die… We need to know if you can win, Potter. We need to know which basket to put our eggs in."
On my cock!... What? Where did that come from? Harry frowned at his own devious corrupt mind. He averted his gaze from their faces.
"Lucius and Rodolphus were caught. Bellatrix is under my control. Most don't support the Dark Lord after he murdered Lady Zabini… after brutally violating her—Yes, I’m going to win against such a fiend," Harry confidently replied and continued walking, pushing the sisters aside. "It's your choice to believe it or not, I don't care."
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Harry had to retake a few detours to ensure nobody followed him. By the time he reached Bellatrix's room again, he was already feeling the itch to ram into her slit and spill inside. It had initially started as an emotionless exchange, but now he felt it was a very pleasuring, unique experience.
To not have to worry about consequences while he felt his balls emptying deep in her. It felt reliving and blissful, a sensation that was addicting. It was much different from doing Hermione or Tonks, both he couldn't afford to impregnate, not currently.
"My Lord!" Bellatrix welcomed him back, still as naked as their second round, but clean again, her hair done well, her mascara and lipstick redone.
She knows how to make a man happy. Harry muttered and approached her, this time with a different outlook than before. No longer his servant or hostage, but rather his woman, as cringe as it may sound to his own self.
While moving towards her, Harry removed his cloak, unbuttoned his shirt, and lowered his pants. One by one each piece of clothing left his body until he stood there as naked as Bellatrix.
Finally, when he reached her, his one hand slid to her waist, reaching behind her and pulling her in. Her breasts crushed against his lower chest, and her hand reached for his cock and started stroking.
Both of them looked at each other's faces, Harry with a hunger to put a seed in her, Bellatrix with the thirst for his body, love, attention, and of course, his seeds.
"Hmm…" Harry admired her. Her heart may be evil, but her beauty was top-notch. Despite her craziness, her aristocratic features couldn't be hidden. His one hand couldn't help fondle her large, voluptuous breasts; with sizable areolas and pale brown nipples, swollen, taut.
Her waist was thin, her hips wild like a goddess of fertility. With her big black eyes and wide lips, she was made to be fucked… fucked by him. Just the mere presence of her was enough to raise his cock to full mast, her hand an added bonus that aided.
"Let's… do something new, Bellatrix," Harry suggested and shifted on his feet. He moved behind her, his cock slammed straight against her hips. But both his hands instead caught Bellatrix by her wrists. "Let's have you helplessly… fucked!"
"Oooh…" Despite her wrists being held together, she somehow grabbed his cock with her palms and began to squeeze him.
Harry chuckled, grabbed his cloak from the floor, and took out a handcuff from it. Then, he tied both her arms behind her by the wrist.
"Now…" Harry turned her around once again, her breasts jutted out even more in that restrained situation as her arms and shoulders tugged towards the back. He cupped both her breasts with his palms and started devouring them, biting them all over the nipples. He wasn't gentle at all.
"Yesss~ Thank you… for this gift, My Lord!" Bellatrix, the crazed woman as ever, thanked him for the restraint.
Harry chuckled, having expected this outcome. Bellatrix did seem like someone who'd enjoy such a treatment. It made his lengthy cock twitch against her lower belly, probing and greedy to enter.
"Table," Harry ordered and made Bellatrix step back until she stumbled back. She fell back onto the table, both her arms pressed underneath her own hips. She couldn’t do anything, not even stand up.
Harry silently dug his claws into her thighs and raised them, spread them apart, and stared at her dribbling pussy, the sticky coat of secretion an invitation to the man.
Harry did so and probed his purple bulging knob atop her entrance. But he didn't enter her and looked at her face, both his palms gripping her breasts until it ached her. He knew it excited Bellatrix, and he hoped this would be his parting gift.
"Beg for it," Harry ordered.
Bellatrix's eyes went wide. She tried her best to raise her head to look down between her legs. The heavenly sensation of Harry's cock was already fulfilling. "P-Please put it in, My Lord! Fuck me… Your Bellatrix… Put your offspring in me, give me your seeds, your love… I need it, please!"
"Hmm…" Harry drove in half-length and stopped, relishing in her mature tightness.
Pa!
Harry slapped one of her breasts.
Pa!
Then the second.
Pa!
He continued to smack them until they turned red as a tomato, swollen like his cock, her budding nipples ready to burst with nectar as an aftereffect.
"Heh… Heh!" Bellatrix panted in love. "Yess… I love it, My Lord! More! Give me more!"
Harry speared further in and reached the hilt of his cock, buried deep. He relaxed there and bent forward to her face. With one hand, he squeezed her face, making her lips the shape of 'o'.
Smirking, Harry went down and kissed her open lips. It was dirty as Bellatrix went overboard with her tongue. But Harry didn't mind as it was hot and a booster to his cock. He panted eventually and retreated, suckling her breasts while slowly starting to move his hips.
"M-My Lord… Have I ever told you? Y-oooh you're as big as a beater's bat!"
Harry amusedly beckoned his face from her breasts and focused on thrusting, teasing her clit. "And you still take it all in."
She giggled like a teenager in love. "Hehe—eeeh! H-how could I not, my Lo-ooohrd?"
Harry felt a burn in his balls at her giggle. Like a raging beast waking up, he made Bellatrix get up from the table. He then turned her around and shoved her against one of the walls, slamming her breasts against the wallpaper.
"Really? You like being fucked like this?" Harry whispered into her ears and made her arch her back forward so her hips rose back. Finding the spot, he slammed himself in again and began pounding hard, clapping her ass with his heavy shoves.
"Yesss~" Bellatrix moaned as her magnificent mounds smushed against the wall.
Harry scoffed and grabbed her black hair in a bunch, coiled them around his palm, and gripped it tight before pulling her face backward. He went in hard and practically used her hair to fuck her fertile slit, yanking her back into his cock.
His grip made her back arch further and her entire body left the wall's support. Just by her hair, she dangled forward, her pale white body turned red, her cuffed hands struggling against the sensual pain as she could do nothing.
"Mmmm… Oh, My Lord! I love you… I love your cock! I love your seeds… I'm yours… Hurt me… Break me!" Bellatrix mindlessly mumbled nonsense.
Harry, feeling not an ounce of mercy, pulled her body further back towards his chest. He grabbed her belly with one arm around her waist, keeping his front locked against her ass to drive into her gaping need.
At the same time, he turned her face by the hair and drew slobbering kisses from her lips. His glasses turned steamy already and slid down, falling away on the floor. It was all blurry now, but he couldn't stop; the warmth, the tightness, the silky sliding pussy of Bellatrix was too good.
"Mmmm…" She moaned into his mouth, helpless, surrendered to her beloved lord.
Harry did the same, grunting in pleasure as Bellatrix squirted over his cock, leaking her juices down to the floor. But his impaling thrusts dared not stop since his heat reached the peak at the same time.
"Ugh… ugh… ugh!" Harry panted out loud, sweating all over. He couldn't take it anymore and once again let Bellatrix lean forward against the wall. He let go of her hair and gripped her waist, slamming his cock harder, pulling her entire body onto himself, matching the pace. Her ass slapped onto him with squelching, wet noises.
"Give it to me… All mine… Thank you… Thank you, My Lord!" Bellatrix felt his cock twitch inside and welcomed his spill. "Thank you for choosing me second… I will cherish this blessing… Ah, aaaaah! Oooh!"
Drops of sweat dripping from his nose and chin, Harry finally shoved forward, standing on his toes in the fiery culmination. He exploded inside her, convulsing against her asscheeks, grounding his girthy shaft round and round, making sure his essence spilled deep, leaking through the tight narrow fateful canal to create life inside her.
"Hah…" Harry couldn't help himself, his body jolted on his own until rope after rope of his now watery cum ended.
Thud!
As he finished and retreated, he fell backward, reaching the bed. Bellatrix did the same as she turned around and lied down beside Harry, placing her head over his shoulder, one hand nastily rubbing his flaccid cock, her milky soft thighs over his knees.
Sweaty, warm, yet he felt no disgust. Heck, he felt like going again since the night had only begun. But he did feel the need to rest first.
"Wait!" He suddenly remembered something. "Second? What did you mean by second?"
Bellatrix moaned and straddled his cock again, rubbing her sensitive pussy over his even more sensitive limp cock. She began licking his masculine nipples, kissing his neck.
He didn't mind as it was a welcome experience. "Answer me, Bellatrix."
"Umm… Pregnant." She was too lost in pleasure. So much so that her answers came in parts. "O-Oooh… Hmm… She couldn't get the potion… Mmm… on time."
"Who?" He frowned.
"Cissy… mmm~"
"Narcissa?!" Harry exclaimed and tried to get up. He pushed Bellatrix back on his lap and sat up, staring at her face dumbly. "When?!"
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Choice for Draco's future. Choose 1 and comment.
1. Let Draco find out about his mom's sacrifice and the reason for her swollen belly. [Draco attacks Harry like a madman.]
2. Keep it a secret and send Draco to Azkaban with his daddy. [Harry rats Draco out early secretly.]
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Noname Darkness
1
Pedro Brigante
2
Antar Das
2
Silver
2
Alatoic
both are good, 1 maybe a little more shocking. I expected Hermione to be also pregnant, I suppose in time or she doesn't know yet.
Jas
2. is harry going to confront Narcissa in the next chapter?
Aidan Jones
1 is too good to resist
R. Perera
2
Majortom589
2
Orion Chung
2 and the next one Harry Impregnates is Luna saying that as his friend she could help him by carrying his bloodline
Lord Mehmeh
2 , i agree with people who say 1 is drama but it’s already done overused angry boy trope and I think a better option would be make him a spy for Harry because it doesn’t matter he loves his mom even if he hates potter
Based_Bass
Both are good but 1 is more drama. I’m all for it.
MrPlotThickens
Eventually I will start experimenting. So I might in the future.
Eternal Playa
I vote choice 1 and I say you have talent for plot with porn stories. I know there are tons of it already, but would you ever do a crossover story with Marvel, DC, and The Boys verse (comics, TV, or a mixture of both)? Just asking out of curiosity?
