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November Poll Winner - Harry/Bellatrix - A New Master Part 2
🕑 Added 2022-11-30 16:59:02 +0000 UTCAN: Hello everyone and thank you all for reading! Welcome to all the new Patrons who've joined in the last couple weeks! I hope you all enjoy what you get over here!
I just wanted to let you all know that, due to the popularity of this story, I'll be continuing it with another 2 parts after this one. These will be coming out in the new year, so stay tuned!
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“You know, I never quite imagined that I’d ever fuck you,” Harry said casually. “I mean, I imagined what could happen if I traveled back in time, but this was always just a fantasy. I never actually expected that you’d become my whore without any real effort on my part.”
There was muffled sound and some gurgling in reply.
“Oh, right,” Harry chuckled. “How silly of me. Here you go.”
Harry released his tight grip on Bellatrix’s hair and she quickly fell backwards as Harry’s thick, hard cock slipped out of her throat. She hit the floor gasping for air as she ineptly wiped away at the trails of saliva down her chin. “Thank you, my Lord,” Bellatrix said in between breaths.
Her Lord liked to use her however he saw fit, as was his right. The pleasure Bellatrix got from between treated like a whore was incomprehensible to the average witch; it was simultaneously intoxicating and completely overwhelming. It felt like her entire body was shutting down, leaving her only with the most pleasurable feelings imaginable.
No matter how thoroughly he used her, no matter how sore or exhausted she got, Bellatrix was truly grateful for her Lord. There were only two other men in the world who could possibly compare to him in terms of power, but neither were stronger than him; Bellatrix knew that for a certainty after spending a great deal of time in his company. His power and strength leeched into her every time they fucked. His magic would strengthen her, allowing her to withstand sex with him while also revitalizing her body afterward.
Only her Lord was enough to do that for her; no other man could ever compare. On the day she met him, Bellatrix resolved to live and die, if need be, for her Lord. He accepted her pledge wholeheartedly, and now he used her whenever he saw fit.
After she had a few seconds to catch her breath, Bellatrix finally looked back up at those beautiful green eyes that were watching her with unbridled lust. She knew she must look quite the sight with her smeared lipstick and mascara, tracks of saliva running down her chin, and her full tits hanging out of her top. “I’m grateful every day that you came back to this time, my Lord,” Bellatrix told Harry honestly.
It had been a shock to hear her Lord’s story, but there was no denying it after he showed her the proof in a Pensieve. Bellatrix was trained enough to be able to spot a forged memory; even the most powerful witch or wizard would still leave traces behind that were easily identifiable by anyone. It had been hard to see just how far she’d fallen in a couple decades time. It made her all the more grateful that her Lord came into her life.
“I know you are,” Harry cooed. He shuffled forward again until his cock poked at her lips. Bellatrix wasted no time in opening her mouth for her Lord, letting him shove his cock back into her throat where it belonged. She didn’t resist at all as he grabbed her hair again in his fists and used it to force her head forward and back on his cock.
Harry let out a sigh of delight as he fucked Bellatrix’s mouth, and a swirl of pride ran through her breast at that sweet sound. She knew that her mouth was a wonderful instrument to bring her Lord pleasure. It was warm and damp and submissive to his needs. She could constrict her throat around his cock just the right way to drive him wild with desire. She angled her tongue just right so that each time he reeled his hips back, she’d flick the underside of his head. It was everything he could want, and that meant that it was everything that Bellatrix wanted.
The sounds of Bellatrix gagging on his cock filled the tiny, cramped room they were waiting in. Bellatrix stuck her hands out on either side of her, seeking something which she could find purchase on so that Harry could fuck her mouth more easily. Eventually, she managed to grab onto an old, ratty couch and a small wooden chair. Neither were particularly stable, but they helped her enough to stand up straight as Harry rammed his cock down her throat.
Saliva was already starting to pool in Bellatrix’s mouth again. She used her tongue to lather her Lord’s cock with it, making sure it was as slick as possible so that he could really fuck her mouth good with it, but, inevitably, some started to drip out of her mouth again. With the rapid pace he was setting, it was impossible for Bellatrix’s lips to get a perfect seal around his cock.
Just as Bellatrix’s jaw was starting to get a little sore, she felt that blissful connection form between her and her Lord again. It felt like she was standing before a vast ocean with no end in sight and watching as a small wave was racing towards her. It took only a few seconds before the wave washed over her, revealing itself to be his magical power. Almost immediately, Bellatrix felt the dull ache fade and her pussy burn with desire.
“Such a good cock sucker,” Harry groaned as he readjusted his grip on her hair. He slammed his hips forward, making his balls bounce off of Bellatrix’s chin as he shoved his cock down her throat. Bellatrix had to force herself to relax to stop herself from gagging as Harry ravaged her. “You really are my perfect little whore.”
Bellatrix could only hum around Harry’s cock in agreement as he kept up fucking her mouth. The sound of his cock plunging in and out of throat and his balls hitting off of her chin filled the otherwise silent room. Harry threw his head back in pleasure as he kept forcing Bellatrix’s mouth down on his cock, and all of his pleasure was funneling through his connection to her, making her feel better and better.
Though she was being treated roughly, that didn’t stop Bellatrix from rubbing her thighs together to eek out a little bit more pleasure from this delightful treatment by her Lord. But that wasn’t enough for her. So, she slipped one of her hands beneath her dress and desperately touched her sopping wet folds, seeking even more pleasure from this. She shoved three fingers inside of her tight pussy, relishing in the way her walls contracted around her fingers, imagining how good her pussy made her Lord feel when he fucked her, and started furiously pumping them in and out of herself. She used the heel of her hand to rub up against her engorged clit too.
But, just as Bellatrix was starting to lose herself to her pleasure, she heard the telltale whine of a door on rusty hinges being opened. Harry paused too, stopping just as his cock was fully down Bellatrix’s throat and her lips were sealed tightly around the base of his shaft. The two of them were frozen, listening, waiting.
After a few seconds, Harry let out a low growl. “Damn it, just when I’m so close.”
Bellatrix had gotten used to her Lord keeping his cock in her throat for long periods of time. She learned quickly how to maintain good breath control even when Harry’s cock was blocking new air from coming in to her lungs. She calmed her body down even as it started to beg for air and instead waited for her Lord to act. He was as in-tune with her body as she was with his. He’d know when she actually needed air—not that that would make him move. Sometimes, he liked to see just how far she’d go in her service, and that meant that she had passed out a couple of times with his cock down her throat.
But that was not what was going to happen today.
Harry pulled Bellatrix off of his cock by her hair, and she greedily drank in air while she could. “You’re going to make me cum and then we’re going to go kill him, got it?” He told her sharply.
Bellatrix nodded her head. Her Lord had explained the plan to her several times; she had it fully memorized. She would play her part and, until then, she’d be his toy for him to pleasure himself with.
Bellatrix opened her lips just in time for Harry to shove her down on his cock again. Knowing that he had to cum soon, Bellatrix wasted no time in doing everything that she could to push him to the edge. Her tongue slithered around his cock, hitting all of his little sensitive points that made his hips jump forward. She stared up at him with doe eyes even as her mascara dripped down her cheeks. She relaxed her throat, letting her Lord fuck it perfectly with minimal resistance.
It was a rough facefuck, but it was so worth it. Bellatrix felt through the connection she had with her Lord that he was getting closer and closer, and it was her actions that were driving him to that point. At the last minute, Bellatrix hummed forcefully, making her throat vibrate around her Lord’s cock.
“Fuck!” Harry groaned. He grabbed the back of Bellatrix’s head and yanked it towards his crotch. Bellatrix closed her eyes and relaxed as her Lord’s cock went as deep into her throat as it could and he shot his seed directly into her stomach.
A blissful experience of euphoria overtook Bellatrix as her Lord’s pleasure filled her up. Her body went weak, so she had to force herself to remain upright until Harry finally finished and pulled out of her.
Even as she was gasping for air, Bellatrix only had love for her Lord in her eyes. “Thank you, my Lord,” she said in between breaths.
Harry looked a little weak at the knees too, but he recovered faster than Bellatrix did. He had already stuffed himself back into his trousers and had gotten his wand out and at the ready by the time Bellatrix had just started to adjust her bra and top so that she was covered again. She wiped away the streaks of saliva going out of her mouth and down her chin. She took out her wand too and vanished the smeared lipstick and mascara off of her face; she’d reapply her proper makeup later once they were through with their task.
Bellatrix was grateful that her Lord waited until she was ready to get started. He placed himself against the wall beside the sealed door, waiting cautiously. Bellatrix crept over to his side, her wand pointed right at the closed door.
“Homenum Revelio,” Harry muttered under his breath. He paused for a moment as he took in the information the spell gave him. “Just four of them here,” he told Bellatrix.
“Then that’d be Malfoy, Snyde, Pyrites, and Carrow, presumably,” Bellatrix listed off the names they had learned from the mind of a low-ranking Death Eater they had interrogated yesterday.
“Presumably,” Harry nodded. “You ready?”
A thrill ran through Bellatrix as she imagined what was to come. “Always,” she grinned at her Lord.
“Go,” Harry murmured as he grabbed the door knob and threw the door open.
Bellatrix was already moving before the door was fully open. She charged through the doorway, banging her shoulder against the door and making it rattle loudly in its frame, and out into the warehouse proper. It was a large, almost barren place, barring the few pallets of potions ingredients the Death Eaters had imported from the continent. In between the pallets stood the four men, just as they had expected. They were caught completely unaware, having been in the middle of inspecting the goods. That was good; it meant that there wasn’t an immediate response back as Bellatrix’s green killing curse struck Pyrites in the back of his head.
As the young man’s body collapsed lifelessly to the floor, the other three Death Eaters scrambled for safety and reached for their own wands. Bellatrix hoped they put up a fight. As much as she loved dueling, she loved seeing her Lord duel even more. The magical power he exuded was so intoxicating, it made Bellatrix want to push him into a fight just to feel his power rolling over her skin.
And, speaking of her Lord’s power, Bellatrix felt a pleasant tingle run through her exposed skin as a jet of red light soared over her left shoulder. The crackling beam of pure energy struck one of the pallets before they both exploded in a great ball of fire. One of the cowards who hid behind it screamed as the fire engulfed him. Bellatrix threw in a cutting curse of her own through the flames, and she was rewarded when she heard the wet sounds of pieces of the man’s body striking the hard concrete floor.
“It’s him!” One of the Death Eaters shouted. It was Carrow, by the sound of his voice. Bellatrix had only met the sniveling man once, and she wasn’t impressed.
“Kill him!” Malfoy shouted back. “Our Lord will reward us!”
Bellatrix sneered at the mention of Voldemort. She couldn’t believe that she had been enraptured with that man when her Lord was around. If any of the Death Eaters had any true sense of power, they’d have abandoned Voldemort for the man who truly deserves their respect. It was a pity that they were so blind to the truth. Bellatrix would have loved to have some of them around to send them on the pitiful tasks her and her Lord had to take care of in their fight against Voldemort; it would have left her more time to please her Lord in any which way he wanted.
Carrow popped out from around a pallet and fired off a killing curse right at Bellatrix. It was pathetically slow and telegraphed, so she had no issue in dashing to the side to avoid it. The curse sailed past her and splashed harmlessly against the far wall. As soon as the curse sailed past Bellatrix, Carrow ducked right back into hiding, narrowly avoiding a curse sent back at him by Harry.
Unlike these pathetic men, Bellatrix had no need to cower. She strode openly in between the pallets of boxed-up potions ingredients towards the last two where Malfoy and Carrow were cowering. Even though she couldn’t see him, Bellatrix could feel her Lord’s power radiating out from behind her.
“Get out here and fight like men,” Bellatrix spat out as she hurled a dark exploding curse towards the pallet that Carrow was hiding behind. The man let out a whimpering squeal as he skittered away from the collapsing tower of potions ingredients and out into the open. Grinning at the sight of the man trying to run away, Bellatrix unleashed a spell that her Lord had taught her: “Sectumsempra!”
The curse struck Carrow and he went down immediately. His robes were shredded open as though sliced by invisible blades and dark-red blood started to seep out of the open wounds below.
Bellatrix couldn’t help but giggle at the rush of power and elation that coursed through her as Carrow died. This spell truly was all that her Lord had promised it would be! She immediately turned to where Malfoy had been hiding, eager to use the spell yet again.
“Remember,” Harry spoke loudly, “we need him alive.”
Ah, he knew her too well. Bellatrix sagged a bit; she wouldn’t be able to use the spell again today, but there’d be other days and other Death Eaters to use it on. For now, she’d have to content herself to trapping Malfoy like the cornered rat he was. How her sister ended up with an impending marriage contract to him once she came of age in a few weeks was such a mystery to her. Sure, he was rich and relatively powerful compared to the other rank and file Death Eaters, but Cissy could do so much better.
Like Bellatrix had done with her Lord.
Regardless, this wasn’t the time to question her sister’s choice in men; Bellatrix had to focus on the task at hand: capturing Lucius Malfoy alive. She passed the charred body of Snyde and neared the final pallet. As she drew close, she could hear Malfoy’s heavy breathing coming out from behind it.
“Lucius,” Bellatrix called out with a teasing voice. “Come on out. I promise we won’t bite.”
She heard him suck in a deep breath, and then there was a little shuffling before he fell completely silent. No sounds, no movement. Glancing back once to make sure her Lord was still right behind her, Bellatrix leapt around the pallet with her wand at the ready to find Malfoy sat down on the floor, his head in between his knees and his wand on the floor in front of him.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” Lucius mumbled out.
Still a sniveling brat just like he was back at Hogwarts. He was a couple years younger than Bellatrix herself, and she’d never been particularly impressed by him or the cronies he kept around.
“You’re fine,” Harry said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed Lucius’s arm and hoisted him up to his feet. “But you are going to tell us about your lord’s plans.”
Lucius’s eyes went wide. “No, no, I can’t.”
Bellatrix growled. How dare this insolent worm refuse her Lord? “You can and you will, otherwise-”
“Enough,” Harry cut in sharply, and Bellatrix immediately bowed her head in deference. “We can sort this out later. For now, you’re coming with us.’ He tightened his grip on Lucius’s arm and Bellatrix quickly latched onto his other one. With a slight twist of his heels, Harry apparated the three of them away.
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The makeshift cell was a bit nicer this time around. Honestly, Bellatrix couldn’t understand why her Lord had gone to the bother of adding in a proper bed, desk, and chair for Lucius to use, he was their prisoner after all. But Harry wouldn’t listen to her complaints and instead set up the room to his liking. It was still a far cry from the luxury and comforts Lucius was used to, but it was better than the nearly bare room their previous prisoners had used.
“We’ll bring breakfast in the morning,” Harry told Lucius as he inspected the room one last time. It was clean and had absolutely no means of escape barring the only door out.
Lucius simply nodded his head in reply as he sulked on the bed.
Bellatrix sneered at him before turning away. The man couldn’t stand up for himself or his lord.
“In the meantime,” Harry began, “I’d like you to write down the names of every Death Eater you know. Give me their addresses too, if you have them. I’ll expect that bit of parchment to be filled out by the morning,” he said, gesturing to the parchment and quill and ink that lay on top of the small wooden desk in the corner of the room.
Lucius’s shoulder trembled. “I can’t. He’ll kill me.”
“Either you risk dealing with him, or you’ll die here,” Harry shrugged. “It’s your choice, but I know the one I’d make.”
With that, Harry finally met Bellatrix’s gaze. He gestured his head towards the door. She took the lead, opening up the door for her Lord and closing it behind him once they’d stepped out into the nice hallway. Harry quickly reactivated a handful of enchantments he’d placed on the door back when they got their first prisoner all those months ago before stowing his wand.
The second her Lord’s wand was in his pocket, Bellatrix pounced on him.
Bellatrix could never get enough of her Lord’s lips on hers. Unlike the rest of him, they were all soft, but still forceful as he quickly dominated the kiss. If it were any other man, Bellatrix would have fought back for domination, but her Lord should be allowed to do anything he wanted to her. She melted into the kiss, letting her body mold itself up against her Lord’s as she pressed herself against him.
“Not here,” Harry said as he broke apart the kiss.
Bellatrix couldn’t help but let out a little whine as Harry stepped away from her, but then he held out his hand and she gladly took it. He led her through the wide hallway and up to the staircase that led to the main floor of the home.
As they stepped under the open archway, they were greeted by the fading sun shining on them through the massive window that sat above the front door to their home. It had originally been a gift to Bellatrix when she came of age, but she signed it over to her Lord once she became his—much to his protestation. Everything that was hers was now his, and she’d have it no other way. Besides, he didn’t have anything in this time, and that just wasn’t proper for a man of his power.
The Entry Hall of this little villa on a private island off the west coast of France was open and spacious with nearly a dozen windows, letting in a tremendous amount of light during the day. The white walls played nicely against oak floorboards and marble columns that marked every entrance and exit out of the hall. A grand staircase sat towards the back of the hall, leading up to the bedrooms, but Harry ignored that. Instead, he led Bellatrix right through to the front doors.
The doors swung wide open at their approach, and they were met with the slightly salty tang of the ocean air as they stepped outside. The villa was surrounded by various species of trees and other stunning green foliage that kept it looking gorgeous at all hours of the day. The fading sun left the sky tinged a beautiful pinkish-orange colour.
Harry started down the main stone path that led towards the beach. Bellatrix stayed close behind him, clutching his hand with both of hers and making sure that his arm rested in between her breasts as they walked. It only took a few minutes of walking before they reached the sandy beach.
The careful wards and enchantments on the island kept it safe and invisible to muggles. Even other witches and wizards would have a hard time getting to the island if they could find it. Still, Bellatrix knew that they had absolutely privacy here, so she didn’t mind in the slightest when she felt all of her clothes vanish off of her body as they neared a couple of plush, gray chaises in the sand. The ocean waters rolled gently back and forth in front of them, stopping several feet before the chaises.
Bellatrix let go of her Lord’s hand in order to walk around him to stand with the sun at her back. In the light of the fading sun, she knew she struck an impressive figure. Her breasts were perky and full, with virtually no sag to speak of. Her skin was creamy and smooth, and she was devoid of any hair below her head. Her pussy was already starting to heat up and moisten in anticipation of what was to come.
And yet, her Lord wasn’t looking at her. Harry was staring off into the distant waters, frowning lightly.
What's wrong? Bellatrix wondered.
She took a few sauntering steps closer to her Lord and rested her hand on his bare chest. “My Lord?” She cocked her head to the side as she looked up at his beautiful green eyes. “Is everything alright?”
Harry didn’t look at her for a moment, instead, he kept staring off at the ocean with an indecisive look on his face. “Do you think Malfoy will give us what we need?” He asked after a long pause.
“Of course he will,” Bellatrix answered instinctively. Who would dare defy her Lord or his will?
“Without us having to hurt him?” Harry amended.
That was a trickier question. She didn’t know Lucius well personally; she only really knew him from Hogwarts and what Cissy said about him. And, from all she knew, he was all about saving his own skin. Even though he was their prisoner, he hadn’t really ever seen her Lord at his full might. He didn’t have the precise senses that she had for such things. He may still foolishly believe Voldemort to be more powerful. If that was the case, it’d be unlikely that he’d give up any information without some significant persuading.
“Probably not,” Bellatrix eventually admitted. “But why would it matter if we hurt him or not? You haven’t ever wondered that about the others we’ve captured.”
Harry opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again, looking pensive. It wasn’t hard for Bellatrix to realize what he was about to say; she’d seen him with the same expression several times in the months she’d been his.
“It has something to do with the future, doesn’t it?” Bellatrix asked, already knowing the answer.
Harry nodded his head. “It’s . . . complicated to say the least. I never liked Lucius, but I owe a lot to Narcissa and, to a lesser extent, their son.”
So, Cissy and Lucius do get married. Shame. Bellatrix was still holding out hope that she’d find a better man to be with.
“We need the information he’ll give us,” Bellatrix pointed out. It was their best chance of finding out where Voldemort was hiding. The man seemed bent on avoiding facing Harry in a direct confrontation, so it was up to them to go find him.
“I know that,” Harry replied hotly. “But, I don’t want to hurt him.”
As Bellatrix’s mind worked to come up with a solution for her Lord’s problem, she gently pushed his chest. Harry let her guide him down onto one of the chaises. Once he was comfortably on his back with a pillow underneath his head, Bellatrix climbed on top of him. She draped herself over the right half of his body, pressing her breasts up against his chest and throwing one of her legs across his body. She brushed her long, black hair back as she rested her head in the crook of his neck.
“If he won’t listen to reason, maybe we can get my sister involved,” Bellatrix tentatively suggested. She felt Harry look down at her.
“Narcissa?”
“Yes,” Bellatrix said. “She might be able to convince him if we can’t. We still have another month and a half before she has to go back to Hogwarts, so I can meet up with her before then and invite her back here.”
“Are you sure she’d be willing to help us with this?” Harry asked.
Bellatrix nodded. “She’s never been much of one for Dark Magic. I don’t think she cared much for the Dark Lord either. All she wants is to marry a handsome man and raise his children.”
Harry hummed in understanding. “Then bring her here.”
“Of course, my Lord,” Bellatrix said, smiling against Harry’s neck. “But before that, I need to finish my service from earlier today.”
Harry snorted in amusement and ran his hand down Bellatrix’s bare back. “Always so eager to get fucked.”
“Only by you, my Lord,” Bellatrix moaned softly into his ear as she reached down to grasp his manhood. It jumped in her hand, and that made Bellatrix grin. Her body was absolute perfection, and even her Lord recognized that.
Given the vicious facefuck he had given her earlier today, Bellatrix knew that he’d be after her pussy next. She could feel his desire growing through the magical connection she had to her Lord, and it helped speed up her own body’s desire too. She could practically feel her pussy getting wetter by the second.
Bellatrix started kissing all over Harry’s face and neck as his hands roamed her body. He went wherever he chose, moving between her plump ass, her toned back, and the sides of her breasts as he liked. He even slipped a couple fingers in between her thighs and penetrated her pussy. He wriggled his fingers inside of her, and, in response, she tightened her grip on his cock as she stroked it to life.
“You’re so wet for me already,” Harry’s teasing voice rang out as he curled his fingers inside of Bellatrix’s pussy, hitting just the right spot to make her gasp.
“Right . . . there,” Bellatrix moaned, her ministrations on Harry’s cock stopping for just a minute as his fingers made her toes curl up in delight. Harry happily obliged her, repeating the same motion over and over again, turning Bellatrix into a puddle of jelly on top of him as she mewled and writhed in pleasure. Her own movements were helping his fingers move around inside of her.
“Are you actually going to cum already?” Harry chuckled.
He pressed his fingers hard against her inner wall, making Bellatrix’s back arch as she let out a scream of delight. His other hand shot up and grabbed her cheek, and he stuck his thumb inside of her mouth. Bellatrix instinctively sealed her lips around his thumb and sucked hard on it as her little moans rattled up her throat.
“My little slut,” Harry murmured as he stared up at her and continued to pump his fingers in her pussy.
Only her Lord could do this to her. Only her Lord could make her feel this damn good so fast. Bellatrix forced her eyes open and stared down at Harry, reluctantly opening her mouth to speak. “Please,” she panted. Merlin, she was being reduced to begging.
Harry tilted his head to the side, a smile on his lips. “Please what?”
“Please-” Bellatrix let out a shuddering gasp as her Lord’s fingers hit just the right spot inside of her again. “Please, make me cum.”
Bellatrix screamed as Harry obliged her. His palm pushed up against her clit as his fingers worked her pussy perfectly. It only took less than ten seconds of that before she started screaming as she came on Harry’s fingers. “Harry! Oh, fuck, Harry!” Her body shook on top of him, and then, with one final burst of upwards movement, she collapsed onto his chest, gasping for air.
Harry’s fingers slipped out of Bellatrix’s pussy and went up to her mouth. She dutifully parted her lips and allowed her Lord to push his fingers inside of her mouth. She licked them clean of her sticky juices.
As his fingers left her mouth, Harry grabbed Bellatrix’s chin gently and tilted her head up so that she could meet his gaze. “Ride my cock,” he ordered her.
Immediately, that familiar rush of his magic coursed through Bellatrix and relieved her of the tiredness she felt after her orgasm. She wasted no time in sitting up on Harry’s lap and taking his hard cock into her hand. She raised her hips and angled her Lord’s massive cock up against her sopping wet lips. All it took was a bit of gravity to help her tight little pussy down onto the head of his cock before he speared up into her.
Bellatrix dropped all of her weight onto her Lord in an instant, relishing in the sensation of his large cock filling her up so perfectly. It always felt wrong whenever his cock slipped out of her after they fucked; he belonged inside of her. Her pussy molded itself to accommodate his girth, and he stretched her out like no one else could. It was perfect, and it made Bellatrix happier than she ever could have been without her Lord in her life.
There was no need to waste time adjusting to his size since her Lord’s magic helped speed that process along. So, Bellatrix planted her hands on her Lord’s chest and started to bounce on his cock.
Bellatrix never felt as beautiful as she did when she rode Harry’s cock. She could only imagine what her Lord saw when she was on top of him like this. Her full breasts bounced up and down with the movements of her body, her tight pussy lips gripped his shaft firmly as she plunged his cock in and out of her, and her beautiful black hair flew wildly around her face as she lost herself to her passions.
Her moans were another thing of beauty too. It was impossible not to let out some noise when she was feeling this good, but Bellatrix made sure that her voice would be as pleasing as possible to her Lord. She adjusted her pitch to just the right level that would make Harry’s cock jump in her pussy whenever she let out a moan.
A rush of cool of air came in from the ocean, sending a chill up Bellatrix’s spine. So, she dropped her chest onto Harry, mashing her breasts against his toned pecs, and just forced her hips up and down to make her pussy stroke his cock. His body felt so nice and warm against hers, so she didn’t mind the change of position. In fact, it was even nicer in some ways seeing as she was free to make out with her Lord.
Bellatrix kissed her Lord and, this time, he seemed willing to let her take control for a while. So, she took the opportunity for all it was worth and kissed him wildly as she rode his cock.
However, it didn’t last as long as she would have liked because, after just a minute or so, Harry suddenly gave her ass a hard smack with both of his hands. Bellatrix let out a little whine of pain, breaking the kiss as she did so, and this gave Harry the opportunity to grab her fleshy cheeks firmly and flip her over on the chaise.
Bellatrix loved being flipped over onto her back like this by her Lord, it was all so exciting. “Oh, Harry-” she began to moan, but her words turned into a squeal of delight as Harry rammed his cock hard inside of her pussy. It was so sudden and fierce that she hadn’t had any way to prepare for it, and it felt like his cock had pushed all of the air out of her lungs.
Harry was staring down at her, watching her expression with rapt interest. He forced one of her legs up into the air against his shoulder while he spread her other one wide open to give him the perfect angle to rail his cock as deep into her pussy as it would go. With his other hand, he roughly grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed the flesh in between his fingers.
“My Lord,” Bellatrix moaned breathlessly. She moaned again and stretched her arms above her head in a way that accentuated her breasts.
“Why do you do this, Bellatrix?” Harry asked her oddly.
Bellatrix frowned in confusion, feeling the mood break slightly. “My Lord?”
“I asked you a question,” Harry replied sharply.
Bellatrix’s mind was a frazzled mess of pleasure. “I’m not quite sure what you mean. You’re my Lord, and I’ve given my life and body over to you fully.”
“Yes, but why did you do that?” Harry pushed. “I get that my magic can be intoxicating, but surely there’s something more you want out of this than to just be around me.”
Truthfully, Bellatrix would settle for just being around her Lord. He was that good, that perfect, that she’d be willing to sacrifice everything else just to be by his side. She wouldn’t be completely happy about it, but it would be the better alternative now that she had a taste for him.
But she did have other goals in mind that she wanted achieved.
“I want to help you stop the Dark Lord,” Bellatrix answered honestly. “You’re the most powerful Lord in the world, and you deserve nothing less than the complete submission of the entire magical world.”
“And if I don’t want that?” Harry asked. “What if I just want to stop the Dark Lord but not take over the world.”
“Then that is your right.” It would be a sad waste of his potential, but he was the one who ultimately decided these things. “But I’d still stay by your side.”
Harry nodded his head as though he had expected that answer. “You want to marry me, don’t you.”
“I do,” Bellatrix answered without a hint of hesitation. To be married to her Lord . . . now that would truly be perfect. “I want to be your wife and have your children and do anything you’d ask of me.”
Her answer seemed to make him conflicted in a way, as though he had hoped that hadn’t been the case and yet wanted to accept all at the same time. Sometimes he responded oddly to things she said or questions she asked. She knew he was from the future and had some interactions with her in that time, so that probably had something to do with his reactions, but he steadfastly refused to explain any of that to her. He kept her completely in the dark about their relationship in the future.
Did that have something to do with this?
After a few moments, he rolled his hips against hers. “Well, I suppose that we could get started on some of that,” Harry finally said. He leered down at her body. “I could fill you up with my cum right now.”
A rush of excitement and lust hit Bellatrix hard. Her pussy contracted around his cock and she was reminded of just how deep he was inside of her. “You could breed me,” she giggled in delight. “Pump me full of your cum and breed me!”
Harry groaned and pulled his hips back before slamming them forward again, and Bellatrix screamed in pleasure at the sensation. “Fuck,” Harry grunted as he repeated his hard thrust again and again.
Bellatrix’s entire body shook with every thrust Harry made into her pussy. Her Lord was positioned perfectly overtop of her, blocking out the fading sunlight with his form as he pounded her tight little pussy over and over again. It all felt so wonderfully right.
Her Lord was so skilled at fucking her that it was no wonder that she was pushed to the brink again so quickly. His cock was rearranging her insides every time his hips smacked against hers. Bellatrix was panting and mewling with lustful excitement as her Lord grew closer too. She could feel it in the way his cock pulsed in her pussy and from how hard his balls smacked off of her ass. He was as desperate to fuck her as she was to be fucked by him.
“My Lord!” Bellatrix groaned. “Oh, fuck, Harry, please! Please cum in me! Breed me! Get me pregnant!”
Harry’s gasping breaths came faster and faster as his hips worked overtime to thrust his cock in and out of Bellatrix’s pussy. He was moving so fast that he didn’t even bother bottoming out half of the time; he was just fucking her with wild abandon.
That beautiful magical connection to her Lord flared, and Bellatrix knew that he was about to cum. She focused on that sensation and let it override her body and push her over the edge too.
With a great scream, Bellatrix came around Harry’s cock just a moment before he started to cum inside of her. Her pussy contracted around his cock, helping to force his cum to rocket out of his cock deep inside of her. She felt the spurts of his warm seed shoot out and start to fill her up. Waves of pleasure washed over her, and Bellatrix felt her entire body contract and then release every bit of tension it had inside of it.
Harry collapsed on top of Bellatrix, his chest heaving as relished in the post-orgasm sensations. Despite her own exhaustion, Bellatrix wrapped her arms and legs tightly around her Lord and kept him buried deep inside of her. His cum was still inside of her too, and she’d leave it like that until she was satisfied. If she was lucky, she could convince him to go another round or two before the night was through.
But, for now, Bellatrix was content to rest with her body pressed up against her Lord’s; the one man she truly loved.
Comments
Jeromey Johnson
I seriously hope you continue this! Definitely a favorite of mine!
