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Interrogation Part 2 (Harry/Hermione/Bellatrix)
🕑 Added 2025-04-29 03:39:52 +0000 UTCHarry drew Gryffindor’s sword back and swung it with all his might. It cut through Hufflepuff’s Cup far more easily than a sword should ever be able to cut through metal, on account of the enchantments that had been placed on its blade.
As soon as the cup was cut in half, a dark shade rose out of the remnants. It screamed in pain and disappeared into the forest. Harry lowered the sword as he watched it go.
“That wraps up that,” he said.
He turned to the woman next to him, observing her.
Bellatrix was no longer tied up, although they hadn’t given her a wand, either. She couldn’t be bound today simply because of what they needed her for. Almost two weeks after originally capturing her, Harry and Hermione took a risk, venturing into Gringotts with Bellatrix to retrieve Tom Riddle’s horcrux he trusted her with.
It had been a gamble. If there was ever a good time for Bellatrix to betray them, this was it. Even a minor betrayal while inside of Gringotts would've turned the defenses against Harry and Hermione, who came along while disguised.
For a single moment, when they stood in her vault, Bellatrix seemed to consider ratting them out. Then she looked at Harry, particularly at the area right between his legs, and obediently took the cup out for them.
Even now she didn’t know the true importance of the cup, but even if she did know it simply wouldn't have mattered. She had found a pleasure that was even greater than the sadism she once loved, and Harry was the only one who could give it to her. As soon as she realized that, all the fanaticism that she had toward Voldemort was redirected toward Harry.
The adoration was certainly one sided. She was still nuts, chaotic, off her rocker, and highly dangerous. Harry hadn’t forgotten any of this. However, she was useful, and he wasn’t in a position right now in the war where he could turn away an asset based on his personal feelings.
Today she’d behaved perfectly, allowing them to deal a massive blow to her old master. For that, she was going to have to be rewarded.
They were outside Harry and Hermione’s tent. As they had been ever since they first went on the run, they had moved the tent the night before to avoid detection. Right now, they had it set up in a peaceful glade somewhere in central england. There was a clearing that they had co-opted, with leaves on the ground. The weather was mild enough that Harry didn’t wince as he began shedding his clothes.
Seeing him do this, Bellatrix excitedly followed his example like a dog seeing its owner prepare to take it on a walk.
The sexy pureblood tore off her clothes. Underneath her robes she didn’t wear any underwear. Harry and Hermione hadn’t instructed her to do that, she just did it anyway, to cut down on delays anytime they wanted to fuck her. Bellatrix had no shame at all about anything. She was quite open about how she just wanted to be used.
Before, she must have done the same thing for Voldemort. She did anything for him, be it killing enemies or spreading her legs. But once Harry got to her, he proved that he was of a completely different caliber in bed, and she’d been won over.
Her dark eyes were unbelievably excited as she watched Harry approach her. She pushed her big breasts up and together as he got close.
“Right in between them,” she begged. “Listen! They're crying out for you!”
Harry couldn’t hear anything, but he could definitely see the sexy witch crying out for him to stuff his dick between her breasts. They say to never put your dick in crazy, but he was quickly discovering that it made for some of the kinkiest sex you could get.
Harry finished getting out of his clothes. After seeing Bellatrix’s nude body awaiting him, it was unsurprising that he was already hard. Bellatrix leaned back, continuing to push her breasts up as she awaited him.
Harry immediately gave her what she was asking for. He stooped down for a second, lining up his tip with the bottom of her cleavage, and thrusted forward. The soft fluffy skin of her tits was as pleasurable as any pussy. While Bellatrix used both hands to hold her mammaries together, Harry fucked her chest at a good pace.
“That’s it master,” Bellatrix purred. “Use my body. It’s here for you.”
She clearly had a kink for being controlled. It was no wonder, really, that Voldemort bent her to his wishes. Harry had no intention to employ her as a murder or torturer, though. He thought her talents were much better used as a nice warm cock sleeve.
“Please master. Give it to me master,” Bellatrix pleaded.
She stretched her lips open. She was almost like a snake, Harry observed, with how wide she could unhinge her jaw. Maybe that was why, as he came, his next words came out as a Parselmouth hiss.
“Take it!” he hissed.
Big thick strands of semen squirted into Bellatrix’s mouth. She waited until the last of them had landed on her tongue and behind her teeth, then dutifully swallowed. She kept her mouth open as she did so, just to show Harry the whole process.
Before last week, Harry would have thought she wanted praise. Now, he knew her better. He knew that what she really wanted was a reward.
He gave it to her before she had to ask. While her mouth was still open, Harry pulled his dick out of her breasts and pushed it into her mouth. Bellatrix lost the ability to close her jaws as his big sausage was stuffed in.
She was kneeling for him, and as Harry put his weight forward Bellatrix was forced to lean back. Her hands came away from her breasts, reaching back onto the leafy ground for stability. Soon Harry was pretty much directly above Bellatrix, pulling his hips back and tilting his dick down so that it was angled into her mouth.
Harry grabbed the back of her head with both hands and thrusted forward. As he held her still, he was able to fuck her face just like he fucked her chest. His downward thrusts pushed his penis down into Bellatrix’s throat, causing it to swell and grow. Harry smirked, loving the guttural choking sounds emanating from her.
“I knew I heard something,” said Hermione.
Harry looked over to find her at the entrance to the tent. She wandered out wearing just a bath towel, her hair still wet.
“I go in to get a shower after our mission, and I come back to this.” Her words were annoyed, but her voice was amused. “Honestly, Harry, you can’t hold back for a second, can you?”
“Bellatrix needed a reward,” Harry said. “She did well today.”
“And what about me?” Hermione asked.
“Come over and share her reward,” Harry said. “Bellatrix isn’t whining.”
She couldn’t if she wanted to, with his thick cock choking her like it was. Hermione laughed and came over anyway. She let her towel drop, her pert titties bouncing as she approached. She leaned over above Bellatrix and kissed Harry on the lips while he thrusted through the old woman’s throat.
It was representative of their relationship, to be honest. Hermione was able to receive proper loving, and Bellatrix was used for pleasure. Neither of them were upset with the arrangement. Bellatrix had even given up everything she stood for, just to have a part in it.
With Hermione’s tongue on his, Harry quickly came again. This time, he dumped his cum behind Bellatrix’s throat, sending it to her stomach without bothering to make her swallow. The witch’s eyes were watering heavily, yet they were full of pleasure as they looked up at Harry.
As soon as he pulled his dick out, Harry reached around Hermione and grabbed her nice arse, hefting her up. His fingers squeezed into her skin while she giggled. They continued to kiss, and as they did, Harry put his dick up against her entrance, pushing inside. Bellatrix’s spit gave all the lubrication they could ever need.
Hermione moaned loudly as Harry fucked her while holding her in his arms, and her moans only got louder a moment later. Bellatrix had recovered her bearings remarkably quickly, and leaped into a new task: rimming Hermione while Harry’s dick stretched her pussy open.
“Oh Merlin… Merlin Merlin Merlin!” Hermione screamed over and over again.
She kissed Harry again, quite a bit more desperately now, while the first of her orgasms hit. Bellatrix’s tongue was doing unholy things, and Hermione couldn’t handle it. Her tits were bouncing on her chest as Harry’s crotch slammed against her. While she licked Hermione’s second hole, Bellatrix used her hands to fondle Harry’s nutsack, stroking him deftly.
Harry fucked Hermione fast and hard. After her first orgasm she came a few more times, each of them drawing a different peculiar noise from the back of her throat. It was the most turned-on Harry could remember seeing his best friend. Having Bellatrix’s help was making all the difference.
Hermione’s tight snatch and endless orgasms felt so good that Harry knew he was bound to cum soon. Still on the run, inside of her wasn’t an option. As he considered where to dump his load, Bellatrix somehow picked up on his plight.
She pulled her tongue out of Hermione, going down on her back and spreading her legs. Not only that, she used her fingers to spread her pussy lips so that her pink insides were displayed for Harry. It was an invitation if he’d ever seen one.
Harry dropped down. Rather than let go of Hermione and let her fall, Harry set her down… on Bellatrix’s face.
Understanding his desires, Bellatrix immediately put her tongue back in Hermione; and this time, it actually went into Hermione’s pussy instead of her ass. As Hermione felt her clot getting licked, she groaned and pushed her head down on Bellatrix’s pretty face.
Harry was busy himself. He grabbed her thick thighs, which immediately wrapped around his waist as soon as he touched them. He pushed his dick right into Bellatrix’s cunt, his balls already swollen from his lovemaking with Hermione. In less than ten thrusts, he came all over Bellatrix’s insides.
Harry wouldn’t risk getting Hermione pregnant because it would slow her down too much in the war. Frankly, the idea of knocking up Bellatrix wasn’t much better… but it gave him a kind of grim satisfaction that he couldn’t resist. The idea of impregnating Voldemort’s key supporter was exactly the kind of thing that would get under Voldemort’s skin.
It also felt like a final triumph over Bellatrix, albeit one that the woman would welcome. This wasn’t the way he planned to destroy Voldemort’s greatest supporter, but it didn’t change the fact that after this, he felt like he’d have her completely beaten.
Cum exploded from his cock, pouring through Bellatrix’s innards. She shivered underneath Hermione, doing her best to lick Hermione even harder. Harry wasn’t done, either. He kept fucking Bellatrix in this position, kissing Hermione when he felt like it, rubbing Bellatrix’s clit when he felt like it, and groping Bellatrix’s chest when he felt like it. Harry loved every minute: so much, in fact, that he creampied Bellatrix five more times. By the end, the area under her legs had become a soggy white puddle just with the cum that was spilling out of her.
When Harry and Hermione finally stood up—Hermione having to throw her hand over Harry’s shoulder just to keep upright on her trembling legs—they both stood there for a good amount of time, enjoying the sight of what the great Bellatrix Lestrange had been reduced to.
Bellatrix didn’t care. She rubbed her stomach with a dopey look on her face, as if she could feel her eggs being saturated that very moment, absolutely thrilled with her new owner and lot in life.
Comments
David
I'll throw a poll up tomorrow asking if people want it to be a couple chapters longer like Man of the House was. If people vote yes, I'm down to write 2 more chapters or so.
Mezz015
We need at least 1-2 more chapters
