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A Godfather's Gambit #3.1
🕑 Added 2025-06-26 14:30:02 +0000 UTCDisclaimer: All characters involved in explicit situations are adults. No underage characters have been involved or depicted in such situations.
Harryâs head spun, his body buzzing as Celeste worked her mouth up and down on his cock with such skill that it seemed almost otherworldly. Her lips moved along his cock, slow and teasing, her tongue tracing the sensitive underside with just enough pressure to make him shake.
Her hands were busy cradling his balls, those thumbs brushing in a way that sent jolts through his entire body. She didnât let up, sucking him off with such enthusiasm that it felt like she was pouring everything into pleasing him.
âCeleste,â he gasped, his voice rough and his hips twitching to meet her rhythm. âThis is⌠fuck, this is unreal.â
She hummed around the mouthful of cock, the vibration shooting through him, and her purple eyes flicked up to meet his, glowing brightly. There was something in her gazeâlust, sure, but also something deeper, like she was giving herself to him completely. It hit him hard, and it was a feeling he couldnât quite name.
She pulled back just enough, her lips hovering over the tip, her breath hot against his skin.
âMy master,â she murmured, her voice thick with devotion. âYou taste incredible. Your magic, your essenceâit pulls me in. I was made for this, for you.â
Harryâs breath caught, his mind tangled in a mix of pleasure and questions. âMade for me?â he managed, his voice tight. âWhatâwhat are you, Celeste?â
She smiled seductively and slid up the bed, her movements sensual and almost predatory. Her dress, a tight and small black number that hugged her curves, rode up her thighs, showing off the sheer stockings that had been driving him crazy all night.
âI am yours,â she said, her voice low and teasing. âBound to the Black bloodline, to the heir of this manor, yes. But I belong to you, Master Harry. My purpose is to serve you, to please you, and to strengthen you.â
âTo strengthen me?â Harry asked.
Her eyes darkened, her voice dropping into a whisper. âAmong other things, but we have time for that. Right now, itâs time for you to claim me.â
Harry watched, his heart pounding, as she scooted back and stood at the foot of the bed. Her fingers found the zipper at the side of her dress, pulling it down slowly. The fabric parted, revealing smooth skin inch by inchâher collarbone, the curve of her breasts, and the dip of her waist. She shrugged the dress off, letting it pool at her feet, standing there in nothing but those stockings and a black lace thong.
Harryâs mouth went dry as he stared. Her body was stunningâfull big breasts that looked so soft as they swayed and a narrow waist flaring into hips that begged to be grabbed. Her crimson hair spilled over her shoulders, catching the dim light of the room.
âFuck,â Harry breathed, his eyes locked on her. He sat up, unable to stop himself, his cock throbbing and his hands twitching to reach out and touch her. âYouâre gorgeous.â
She stepped closer, a small smile playing on her lips, and climbed onto the bed on all fours. Those large tits dangled enticingly, slapping against each other as she came closer, straddling his thighs.
âAll for you, Master,â she said, her voice soft but full of lust and devotion. Her hands moved to her thong, hooking her thumbs under the lace and sliding it over her curvy ass. It slid down her legs, and she tossed it aside. Now she was bare except for the stockings, her skin pale and perfect, and her pussy glistening in the low light. Harryâs cock twitched, already hard and aching from her earlier work.
He reached for her, his hands sliding up her thighs, feeling the contrast of smooth skin and the texture of her stockings.
âCeleste,â he said, his voice rough with want, âI need to touch you.â
She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. âTouch me, Master. Iâm yours to explore. Yours to command.â
Harry didnât need more encouragement. His hands roamed her body, starting at her thighs and slowly moving up to her hips, gripping them firmly. He pulled her closer, his lips finding her neck, kissing and nipping at the soft skin there. She let out a quiet moan, tilting her head to give him better access.
His hands slid higher, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples. They hardened under his touch, and she arched into him, her breath hitching.
âLike that?â he asked, his voice low, lips still against her neck as he fondled her tits, teasing her nipples.
âYes,â she whispered, her hands resting on his shoulders. âDonât stop.â
He didnât even though he could. He took his time, savoring every inch of her. His lips moved down to her collarbone, kissing all over her neck before drifting lower, kissing the swell of her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, his tongue flicking over it.
Celeste gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders and her hips shifting closer. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, loving the way she respondedâsmall moans, her body trembling under his hands as she gripped him hard.
His hands slid down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, and he reached around, cupping her delicious ass. He squeezed, pulling her flush against him, savoring the feeling of her large tits mashed up against his chest and the heat of her pussy against his cock. She was wet, slick, and the contact made him groan.
âYou feel so good,â he muttered, his lips moving back up to hers.
She kissed him, hard and hungry, her tongue sliding against his. âTake me, Master,â she whispered against his mouth. âIâm ready for you.â
Harryâs hands tightened on her hips as he lowered himself on the bed, guiding her as she lifted herself, straddling him. She reached down, fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking once, twice, before positioning him at her entrance. The tip of his manhood brushed against her hot and wet pussy, and he groaned, fighting the urge to thrust up right then.
âCeleste,â he said, his voice shaky, âyou sure about this?â
Her eyes locked on his, glowing with that strange, intense light. âIâve never been more sure, Master. Claim me.â
Slowly, she sank down, taking him in inch by inch, and Harryâs breath almost stopped, his hands gripping her hips as her tight heat enveloped him.
It was his first time, and nothing couldâve prepared him for thisâher pussy was perfect, gripping him like she was made for him. He groaned, his head falling back against the pillow, as she took him fully, her hips flush against his.
âFuck,â he gasped, his hands sliding up to her waist. âYouâre so tight. So perfect.â
Celeste moaned softly, her head tilting back and her crimson hair spilling over her shoulders.
âMaster Harry,â she breathed, her voice trembling. âYou feel⌠so good. So strong.â
She refused to waste even a moment and started moving, rolling her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm that made his vision blur. Her hands braced on his chest, her crimson nails digging into his skin just enough to sting, and she leaned down to kiss him, her lips soft but demanding.
Harry kissed her back, one hand sliding up to tangle in her hair, the other gripping her ass, guiding her movements. She was incredibleâevery roll of her hips, every clench of her pussy, sent waves of pleasure through him. He couldnât get enough of her body, his hands roaming everywhereâher thighs, her breasts, the curve of her back, and her bubble butt. He loved the way her stockings felt under his fingers, the contrast of lace and skin driving him wild.
âYouâre amazing,â he said, his voice raw and rough, as his hips started to move with her. He thrust up, meeting her rhythm, and she gasped, her nails digging harder into his chest.
The sound of their bodies filled the roomâskin slapping against skin, her soft moans, and his ragged breaths. The air seemed to hum, their magic connecting in a way that made his skin tingle, like their heartbeats were syncing up again.
Celesteâs movements sped up, her hips grinding harder and her pussy clenching around him in a way that made him see stars.
âAll for you,â she murmured, her eyes half-lidded and her voice thick with devotion. âEvery part of me, every breathâitâs yours.â
She leaned down, kissing him again, her tongue teasing his and her breasts pressing against his chest.
Harry groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding down to grip her thighs, spreading them wider. He thrust harder, deeper, loving the way she moaned with every movement.
Her body was perfectâsoft and firm in all the right places, her skin warm under his hands. He couldnât stop touching her, couldnât stop marveling at how she felt, how she moved, how she gave herself to him completely.
âIâm yours,â she whispered, her voice a mix of adoration and need, her eyes locked on his. âMy master, my lord. I feel your magic, your soul. Itâs⌠overwhelming.â
Harryâs control was fraying, his body moving on instinct. He flipped them, rolling her onto her back without breaking their connection, her legs wrapping around his waist.
He thrust into her, hard and steady, watching her faceâher lips parted, her eyes glowing, and her cheeks flushed. She was beautiful, and she was his. He leaned down, kissing her neck, her jaw, her lips, pouring everything into it.
âCeleste,â he groaned, feeling the pressure building in his gut, his cock throbbing inside her. âIâm close.â
âYes,â she gasped, her legs tightening around him, her pussy clenching hard. âGive it to me, Master. All of you.â
Harry couldnât hold back. With a low groan, he came, his release spilling into her greedy pussy, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. Rope after rope of his thick, hot, and potent seed shot deep into her quivering quim, and Harry kept thrusting hard and fast, clutching her hard against him.
Celeste cried out, her own orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave, her nails raking down his back as her pussy pulsed around him. Their magic surged, a wave of energy that made the room hum, the chandelier flickering above them.
They stayed like that for a long while, their naked and sweaty bodies pressed together and their breaths heavy. Celesteâs forehead rested against his, her hair tickling his face, and her eyes still glowing faintly. She kissed him softly, her lips lingering, and Harry felt that same ache in his chest, like their connection was more than just physical.
Suddenly, her expression changed, her brow furrowing as she pulled back to look at him.
âMaster,â she said, her voice soft but serious. âThereâs⌠something inside you. A darkness. It doesnât feel like you.â
Harryâs heart skipped, the pleasure fading in an instant as her words hit him. âWhat do you mean?â he asked, his voice rough and his hands still wrapped around her, holding her close.
She stared at his forehead with an intense look on her face. She caressed his cheek as her hand climbed, her fingers brushing his scar, and he flinched, a strange jolt running through him.
âHere,â she said, her voice quiet but certain. âI feel it in your scar. A fragment of something⌠wrong. Like a piece of someone elseâs soul, tied to yours. A failed attempt at soul magic.â
A jolt of fear shot through Harry at those words. His stomach dropped, his mind racing. A piece of someone elseâs soul. His scar. The Horcruxes.
Voldemort had split his soul, hiding pieces in objects to cheat death. But the idea that a piece of Voldemortâs soul was inside him, that he was a Horcrux⌠it made his blood run cold.
His mind replayed all the conversations heâd had with Dumbledore over the years. The mysterious connection he shared with Voldemort, his ability to speak Parseltongue, Dumbledoreâs theory that Voldemort had unintentionally given him some of his powers that night, and the intense pain whenever he was near anything deeply connected to Voldemort or Voldemort himself. It all added up!
âNo,â he whispered, his voice shaking. âThat canât be right.â
Celesteâs eyes softened, her hand cupping his face. âI feel it, Master,â she said, her voice full of certainty and care. âYour magic is pure, strong, more beautiful than any other Iâve come across. There is power in you, more potent than any other. But this darkness clings to you, like a shadow that isnât yours. I felt it when our magic connected, when you marked me with your seed, when you claimed me.â
Harryâs mind spun, the implications crashing over him. If he was a Horcrux, did that mean he had to die to stop Voldemort? Had a piece of the Dark Lord been inside him all these years, influencing him, tying them together? The visions, the connection to Voldemortâs mindâit all fit, and it made him sick.
âCeleste,â he said, voice barely audible, his hands tightening on her. âAre you sure?â
She nodded, her eyes filled with devotion. âI am, Master. But you are stronger than this darkness. Your magic, your soulâtheyâre yours. Iâll help you, serve you, protect you. Whatever it takes.â
Harry stared at her, his chest tight, fear and realization swirling in his head. He was a Horcrux. A piece of Voldemort was inside him. But as he looked into Celesteâs glowing eyes, felt her warmth still pressed against him, he believed her.
She leaned in, kissing him softly, and Harry kissed her back desperately, holding her close.
He was stronger than this. He would survive, as he always had.
