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Lady Voldemort couldn't believe it.
After all the struggle, after being frustrated at every turn, she was finally getting what she wanted.
She'd thought the opportunity had been forever squandered. Wormtail, that sniveling coward, had come to the Lestrange brothers and told them he was the Potter's secret keeper. Instead of going directly to her, the two buffoons had thought they'd be able to curry favor with her by taking matters into their own hands.
Matters into their own hands meant an poorly-planned assault on the Potter's hiding spot without knowing that Black and Lupin were also there. In the end, Rabastan lay dead, and while they'd managed to kill James Potter and his friends, Lily Potter and the boy had escaped.
To say that she had been apoplectic would be an understatement. Never had her followers witnessed such a grotesque, gruesome festival of carnage as what had occurred that night. Bella had gladly indulged by her side, and it had been her who had severed her own husband's head while Voldemort slowly peeled Wormtail's skin off his body.
The rat had lived for three agonizing days, put on display as a warning to those who would dare fail her.
That had been it. They'd been able to locate the Longbottoms soon after. The father and boy had been killed while the mother had been tortured to insanity. But Voldemort knew that the Longbottom child had not been her fated enemy. No, it was the Potter boy, she felt it in her fractured soul.
Four years, four years passed with not even a hint as to their whereabouts, until finally, Lily Potter had slipped up.
She must have cracked. Four years of complete and utter isolation, four years of watching helplessly as her friends were killed off, one by one, as the order was whittled down until what remained was Dumbledore and a few dregs clinging on for dear life. The ministry was teetering on the brink of collapse, and really, the only reason it hadn't already was because Voldemort liked to play with her food.
Yes, Lily Potter had cracked under the pressure, and she had sent Severus a letter. A letter asking for him to come see her, a letter that gave away her location.
Of course, dear old Severus was such a simpering, lovesick fool that he would have likely done as she asked without informing his mistress. Fortunately, Voldemort had been monitoring his every move ever since he'd first begged for the mudblood's life. The moment he'd opened that letter, she'd known.
“Oh, mistress! I'm so excited!” Bella cooed, dancing on the tips of her toes as they prepared to finally close the book on this most egregious threat to her rule.
Bella deserved this. She had remained loyal, fiercely so. She had not even hesitated for a second to torture her husband, savoring it just as much as if she were doing it to a blood traitor.
Yes, Bella would accompany her.
And Severus would too.
The greasy haired man groaned, and Bella giggled, kicking him on the side as his head lolled sideways. “Wakey wakey, loverboy! It's time to meet your little mudblood princess!”
Voldemort flicked her wand, sending a painful jolt up Snape's spine that made the man's head spring upright. His face was bloody and bruised as his body floated between them, wrapped in chains. He'd suffered under both her and Bella's wands for hours now, and the dark lady had to give it to the man, he'd held up better than most.
She doubted he would hold up for long once his pet mudblood was tortured and killed in front of him.
Bella giggled as she prodded Snape with her wand. “Mistress, can I nail him up on the wall afterwards? He would make the most wonderful decoration.”
Voldemort chuckled. Severus did look more like a piece of furniture than a person now, considering they'd severed all four of his limbs, leaving him as nothing more than a stump with a head.
“Enough.” Voldemort said as she tapped her wand on Potter's letter, turning it into a portkey. “It is time to end this. Let us go, Bella.”
Bellatrix cackled once again as she grabbed onto the portkey, keeping a tight grip on Snape's chain as it activated, whisking the three of them away.
They landed in a small living room, the wooden floorboards creaking under foot. Voldemort swept her wand over the room, scanning for hidden charms on the off chance that the mudblood was cleverer than she thought. Finding nothing, she cast a strong anti-apparition and anti-portkey ward, smirking as she felt her powerful magic settle over the home.
“Ah-ah.” Bella whispered as she slapped a silencing charm on Severus just as he was about to open his mouth. “No warning the mudblood.”
“Who's there?” A female voice called from upstairs.
“Lady Voldemort is here.” She said in a high, cold voice. “There is no escape. Come down, and your death shall be quick.”
There was only silence in response. Just as Bella made to walk up the narrow staircase, they began to hear footsteps. Two pairs, one considerably lighter than the other.
Voldemort laughed. It seemed that she had been right, the woman was well and truly mind-broken. She would not put up a fight.
Bellatrix cancelled the silencing charm on Snape, and the man immediately began wailing, “Lily! No! You need to run! Let her have the brat! Save yourself!”
“What a repulsive little worm you turned out to be, Severus. I regret ever calling you my friend.”
That was quite curious. Lily Potter certainly did not sound like a broken woman. Voldemort kept her wand at the ready, just in case.
What she next saw left her shocked. Lily Potter came down with her five year old son, but not in any way like she would have expected.
Lily Potter was wearing a sheer white nightgown that hid nothing of her voluptuous figure. Her large, swollen tits looked ripe, topped with dark pink areolas and hard, pointed nipples. They were resting atop a big, gravid, heavily pregnant belly.
Next to her was a young boy with wide, innocent green eyes and a mop of raven hair. The boy had his wrapped around the redhead's inner thigh. He was completely nude, and while most of his body fit to what one would expect from a five year old, one particular aspect deviated greatly from the norm.
“Merlin!” Bellatrix gasped out. Voldemort was rendered speechless, unable to take her eyes away from it.
Dangling from between the boy's legs was a monstrosity. It could not be called a cock. It must have been a foot in length, with the thickness of a beater's club. The mushroom shaped head was large and engorged and glossy with fluids that had long since caramelized as a stream of white snot dangled from the piss-slit. Below his cock there hung a set of tangerine sized testicles, and Voldemort swore she could actually hear them churning away inside his nutsack.
“L-Lily…” Snape was absolutely shattered, staring at the woman he'd obsessed over his entire life in complete and utter horror.
Lily shot Snape a look of pure hatred before she turned her gaze towards Voldemort.
“Lady Voldemort, I want to negotiate.”
Voldemort blinked. Even as she looked away, the sight of that cock seemed to have burnt itself into her retina.
“Negotiate?” She chuckled darkly, “you are a lot more clever than I thought, girl. Plenty clever for a mudblood.”
“Don't call mommy that!” Harry snarled, leaving both Bella and Voldemort surprised at the boy's gall.
“Do you not fear me, boy?” Voldemort asked, allowing her long, snakelike tongue to slither out of her mouth as she fixed him with her most malevolent gaze. “Because you should.”
To her shock, the boy simply shook his head. “I'm not afraid of you. You're a big sexy snake mommy.”
“What!” Voldemort snarled as she looked down at herself. She'd turned herself into a terrifying monster. Sure, her tits were still the size of large melons, her hips were still wide and shapely, but her eyes were a sinister blood red! There were twin slits where her nose had once been! The strands of her long, inky black hair moved with a life of their own, writhing about like serpents!
Bella purred as she gave her mistress an appreciative look. “Agreed.”
“Bellatrix!”
“Voldemort.” Lily repeated, “I am here to negotiate. I think that our goals are actually quite aligned.”
“Aligned, are they?” Voldemort retorted, now refusing to even glance at the boy. “How so?”
“It's simple. My son has the only power that you lack… love.” Lily reached down to grasp her son's big, veiny horsecock. Like magic, it steadily began to rise in her grip. “With his love, you would be invincible. You could rule everything. Not just England, but the entire magical world.”
“Ridi-” Voldemort's eyes darted to the cock, and she froze. Her mouth hung open as she stared at the thick, juicy slab of meat, which was letting off a deep, pungent odour.
It took an embarrassingly long time for her to look away, her chalk-white face flush, “Ridiculous. What could your son's… freakishness possibly do to assist me?”
“Why don't we give you a demonstration?” Lily asked confidently, her emerald eyes landing on Bellatrix. “Let your second in command try it out.”
“What?!” Bella croaked, her face sweating as she seemed to be trying her hardest to hide her excitement.
“Try it out?” Voldemort's eyes narrowed into slits.
“Lestrange gives my son's cock a single suck. Let her give it one slurp, and you use all your powers to make her return to you. If you succeed, you can kill us on the spot.”
Voldemort scoffed. “What a ridiculous proposition.” She glanced at Bellatrix. Her right hand, her most loyal. A rabid dog that only answered to her. Her magic, her very soul was entwined with her, the dark mark merely being the tip of the iceberg of the chains that bound her to her. Bellatrix was her puppet, and there was no magic that could wrest her control over her.
“Fine.”
“M-Mistress?” Bella blanched.
“Do it, Bellatrix. Suck on the boy's cock, show them the extent of your loyalty.”
Bellatrix took long, deep, audible breaths as she stared down at the cock dangling in front of her. She found her mouth watering. Her mistress had commanded her, and she was her most loyal, so she figured she had no choice but to do it.
She fell to her knees, inching her way towards the boy as his cock was now at full mast, though it was so long, there was still a bit of a bend to it.
“L-Lily… w-why?”
“Silence, Severus.” With a snap of Voldemort's wand, Snape's mouth was sealed shut and his body was sent flying, sticking itself to the wall.
Lily let go of her son's cock and brought her hand up to her face. It was slick with pre-cum, and her eyes darkened as her tongue darted out and she licked the sweet glaze off of her fingers.
The closer she got, the stronger the stench of the boy's cock became, the more Bella's mouth watered and her clit tingled. She tried to fight it, she really did, but by the time she was face to face with the bulbous head, she was rubbing her thighs together as her pussy began to leak.
She looked up at the little brat, who was looking down at her expectantly, commanding her to service him.
Bella snarled up at him, trying her best to be intimidating, but it fell flat.
The boy pushed his hips forward and the head of his cock bumped against Bella's nose, sliding down her cheek, leaving a trail of ooze along the way.
“You little shit!” Bella snatched at his cock, grasping it with her hand.
She choked. It was so heavy. She could feel it pulsating, throbbing, beating so strongly that she was sure it had a heart of its own. Her hand couldn't wrap around it, not even close, and its heat seemed to be spreading up through her fingertips, up through the palm of her hand.
“Bellatrix.”
Bella blanched. She didn't want to disappoint her mistress. She needed to get this over with.
Just one suck. One single, solitary slurp of the little brat's cock. That was all she needed to do.
Bella centered it, almost going cross-eyed as she tried to stare down the barrel of his engorged head. His piss-slit was constantly leaking milky-white gunk. Bella leaned forward and gave it a sniff, making a face at the strong, pungent odour.
She opened her mouth and leaned in to take him in, only to realize she needed to open a bit wider when her lips bumped up against his glans.
Bella frowned, absently stroking him as she licked her lips. She could taste his nasty secretion on them. It was salty and sour, and it tasted oh so delicious.
Without even realizing it, her free hand was snaking its way down under her robe.
She made sure to open her mouth nice and wide for her second attempt. She swallowed his hammerhead up inside her mouth, cheeks puffing up as her tongue swirled around it. She was tentative at first, but the more and more she sucked, the quicker her tongue darted around, making sure to lather up every single inch of his spongy head as her saliva mixed with his delicious pre-cum.
Bella's eyes had closed as she lost herself in the taste of his wonderful cock, in the fullness of his thick rod inside of her mouth. She began to bob her head, moaning as she felt his head bounce against the back of her throat as her ruby red lips stretched around his turgid meat.
Her hand was working feverishly on her cunt, fingers plunging in and out rapidly, though the feeling took a back seat to the exquisite bliss of sucking on that wonderful, magical cock.
“...Bellatrix!”
Voldemort couldn't believe it. She refused to believe it. She'd ordered Bellatrix to stop multiple times to no avail. Her dark mark had burnt through her sleeve, and it was now blazing angry red on her exposed forearm. It was flooding her with pain comparable to that of the cruciatus curse, and yet, that same arm was stroking down the length of the boy's cock as Bella's cheeks hollowed out and she sucked with more and more fervor.
Worst of all, though, was the fact that Voldemort herself was struggling to tear her eyes off of them. It was only through monumental strength of will that she was able to look away, setting her crimson eyes on the smug looking mudblood.
“What is this?” She hissed.
Lily Potter smirked as she ran a hand through her son's hair as the boy began to take control, thrusting his cock in and out of Bella's gurgling throat as he face-fucked her. “Like I said, this is the power of love. The power you know not, the power my son was born with. The power that he has been blessed with.” Lily rubbed circles around her pregnant belly.
“I should kill you on the spot.” Despite her words, Voldemort made no move to lift her arm.
The worst part was, she was keenly aware that the boy was doing something to alter her mind, to make it so that even the thought of causing him harm was repulsive.
And yet, awareness seemed to be no help at all. She could not fight it, nor could she fight the wetness between her legs.
“You have a choice to make, Voldemort. You can go against me and my son and be destroyed. Or you can take my offer, and be rewarded.” Lily said.
The mudblood's words were all wrong. Be rewarded, her? She was the one that meted out the rewards, she was the one that parceled out both pain and glory. She was the one in control!
But, perhaps, she could play along. Yes, yes. He was only a little boy, after all, and Voldemort was powerful. If she took him in, she could control him, he could be her weapon. She would still be the ruler, the master. She would keep him close, and she would raise him to see her as a second mother. She would raise him to love her, to cherish her, to fuck her and to fill her with his seed and to leave her belly swollen with his babies.
Yes. Yes. It all made sense. She would be in control, even when she was on her back, getting stuffed by his fuckmeat.
“Very well. Potter.” She said, “I will graciously accept.”
Bella was gagging loudly now as the boy jammed his length down her throat, his length coated in her slobber as the dark-haired witch's eyes crossed in on themselves as she let him skullfuck her with abandon.
“I'm glad you see things my way.” Lily said.
“Understand one thing, Potter. You live at my mercy, and you will show me the proper respect and reverence.” Voldemort said as she walked up to her, towering over the much smaller redhead and her son.
Harry was looking up at her with wide eyes, hungry eyes. Eyes that made Voldemort's body heat up immensely.
“In fact, I require an act of submission from you.”
“Oh?” Lily raised an eyebrow, smile never leaving her face.
“Yes!” Voldemort whipped her wand with a flourish, her midnight black robes tearing completely off her body.
She swelled with pride as she saw the way Harry's eyes devoured her form.
She was tall, amazonian, and her chalky white skin was unnaturally smooth. Her huge breasts hung free, dark purple areolas surrounding fat nipples that were leaking a green substance. Her hips were wide, child-bearing, and her tight, juicy slit was crowned with a patch of thick, dark pubic hair.
“Wow. Mommy, can I fuck snake mommy now? Please?” The boy begged.
Voldemort's legs weakened. She would gladly give herself to him this instant. Why should Bellatrix taste him first anyways? He was hers!
“No, Harry. Let mommy warm her up for you.” Lily said, “Why don't you fuck your other new toy first?”
A thousand curses were on the tip of Voldemort's tongue. She was his toy, but how dare the woman vocalize such a thing?
Lily Potter pulled her nightgown up over her body, tossing it aside as she sauntered over to Voldemort, her nude, pregnant body jiggling every step of the way.
Lily looked up at her with steamy eyes. “I submit to you.”
Her head was level with Voldemort's chest, and so she barely had to lean down to scoop up one of her big, round tits and suck a nipple into her mouth.
Voldemort hissed through her teeth as she grabbed the back of her neck as Lily cradled her nipple between her teeth. “Yes, service me, service your mistress.”
Voldemort had never had much interest in sex. The sensation of masturbation paled in comparison to the pain and suffering of others. But now, as this woman swirled her tongue around her nipple, she was beginning to see the appeal.
Bella was completely cockdrunk at this point, staring up at Harry in pure worship as she ran his slimy cock across her face, nuzzling her cheek against it before she gave it a big, long lick from base to tip, stopping every few inches to pepper it with wet kisses.
“What's your name, lady?” Harry asked as Bella pushed her nose against his piss-slit and inhaled deeply, inadvertently snorting some of his pre-cum.
“Bella. I'm Bella.” She said dreamily.
“Bella. Do you want to be my mommy too?”
“Yes! Yes!” Bella squealed in pure joy. “Bella will be your mommy!”
“Can I fuck your mommy pussy?”
“Of course!” Bella looked at him with wild, worshipful eyes. With a jab of her wand, her clothes vanished, and she tossed her wand aside as she scrambled around on the floor.
“How do you want me?!” She asked as she shifted through positions, shaking her big rump at him on hands and knees before turning onto her back and opening her legs wide.
“Like that!” Harry said as he stepped between Bella's wide open legs. His cock reached her far before the rest of his body did, his blunt head peeling the lips of her moist cunt apart.
“Ooooooooh!” Bella wriggled her hips, inner thighs jiggling as her pussy stretched around Harry's monster shota cock.
Voldemort was mesmerized as she witnessed her servant's pussy swallow up that impossible length. She found the sight absolutely thrilling, and it was a wonderful accompaniment to the delectable pleasure she felt as Lily Potter's face was nestled between her thighs, tongue buried deep in her cunt.
She kept a firm hand on the pregnant redhead as she knelt before her. Her proper place, servicing her new mistress. Yes, Potter knew her proper place, and When Voldemort sat at her throne, ruling over the entire wizarding world, she would make sure the woman was always at her feet while she sat by the boy's side. His equal.
Lily did something absolutely sinful with her tongue, wriggling it about deep inside her cunt while she kept her nose buried in her muff, tickling her pubic mound.
Bellatrix's eyes bounced inside their sockets as Harry jammed his full length inside her cunt. She let out another full throated moan that turned into a song of pure bliss as her entire being was rewired. She now understood that her sole purpose was to worship that cock and the wonderful, magical little god that was attached to it.
Harry's heavy, cum-filled balls slapped against her ass with quite a bit of force, enough to stimulate her bunghole as Bella arched her back, her huge, heavy tits slapping her in the face.
Somehow, her unworthy cunt managed to take every single inch of Harry's horsecock. He hilted himself at the base and she felt her intestines being forcefully rearranged as her womb was pushed deep into her stomach, her weak little cervix the only thing keeping him from invading her baby-factory.
Not that it would hold up for very long.
Bella wrapped her legs around him as the boy dived into her breasts. Bella almost wept with joy as Harry's face disappeared between her tits, glad that she could bring him so much pleasure with her lewd body. Harry shook his head from side to side, motorboating her tits as he swiveled his hips and began pistoning in and out of her cunt with shocking power.
Bellatrix threw her head back as she was fucked stupid, her pussy turning to putty as Harry's cock hammered away. The boy sucked as much tit-flesh into his mouth as he could manage as he continued drilling her into the floor.
When Bella came, her entire body quaked, and the entrance to her womb finally relented as another hammering blow battered down her walls. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt everything acutely, the way her cervix was split apart by his engorged snake, the way his coarse head felt as it rubbed against the sensitive lining of her womb. Each successive blow of his cock against her womb was like a donkey kick to the liver sending pure, unfiltered ecstasy shooting up Bella's spine.
She went limp, her eyes glazing over as she was overwhelmed by the pleasure, mouth hanging open as drool began to stream out.
Lily, who had been teasing Voldemort's clit with feather-light flicks of her tongue, glanced over and shook her head fondly. “Ease up on her, honey. They're not used to being broken in.”
Harry pouted in disappointment but he did slow down his thrusts as he looked up at the violet eyed woman that was now babbling incoherently.
“But I haven't filled her up yet.”
“You can fill her up later. I think your snake-mommy deserves it more, don't you?”
Voldemort glared down at the woman who dared speak for her before she looked over to her wonderful baby-boy/husband/master.
“I do deserve it. I deserve to receive every single drop of your godly seed.”
Harry smiled cheerfully as he backed away from the comatose Bella, “I like you, snake-mommy.”
Voldemort would allow the nickname. Only for him.
Harry strained a bit as Bella's pussy refused to let him go, but with a hard tug, his cock finally uncorked from her cunt.
Lily backed away from Voldemort as Harry approached. “How do you want her, baby?” She asked.
Voldemort glared at Lily as she brought her elbows in to squeeze her massive tits together as she shifted from side to side, making them bounce, “How do you want me, baby?”
Harry's eyes darted from her thick, juicy behind to her big, milky white tits before they glanced at his mother, where an idea formed in his head.
“I wanna tit-fuck both my mommies first!”
Voldemort's face fell as Lily's lip wobbled. “Oh, baby!” She looked at Voldemort. “Come on, let's do it for him.”
Voldemort grit her teeth. “For him.”
She allowed the redhead to grab onto her hand as both of them fell to their knees. Despite the difference in their standing height, their tits lined up perfectly with each other, soft cushions pressing against soft cushions, creating a giant mass of swollen tits for Harry to stick his cock into.
Voldemort hissed as Lily's hard and pointed nipples actually inserted themselves into her own unnatural, off-purple ones. Voldemort's milk ducts were just barely open enough for Lily's hard nubs to slot in and penetrate.
It was a strange sensation, but she could not say it was unpleasant, and seeing the happy look on the boy's face made her happy. She swayed her tits from side to side and Lily's nipples stimulated her breasts as both Lily's breast milk and Voldemort's own green snake-milk leaked out onto the underside of their soft, pillowy funbags.
“Aww, he's overwhelmed.” Lily said as her son bore a ravenous expression, not knowing where to start. Lily began to match Voldemort's rhythm as both their tits began to dance from side to side, a growing tsunami of jiggling flesh.
“Come, boy. let mommy Voldemort worship that wonderful cock.”
Harry smiled bright and wide as he finally closed the distance. His short stature was a boon as he bent his cock forward before allowing it to slip up under their tits.
The women felt great pressure against the gap between their tits. Voldemort squeezed them tight together, allowing for an artificial pussy for Harry's cock to slide up out through.
Harry's cock emerged from between their locked tits, a torpedo of turgid meat that stared Voldemort right in the face.
Lily took initiative and grabbed onto their combined tits, bouncing them up and down to give Harry's cock a double tit-fuck.
Voldemort, though, was focused on that head. She lowered her head and let her long tongue slither out. It was a tongue so long, it managed to wrap itself around the head of Harry's cock as its forked tips slipped in through his urethra.
That made Harry moan, and it encouraged Voldemort to keep going, digging the forked tips deeper into his opening as the flat of her tongue constricted the base of his crown. Her snake-tongue was pleasurably choking out his cockhead as two pairs of large, mommy tits slid up and down on his shaft.
Lily made sure to lean forward, pressing her nipples harder into Voldemort's and squeezing out more of their combined milk which was helping lubricate Harry's shaft. Their big, milky tits were nice and glossy, along with Lily's swollen belly.
Voldemort couldn't help herself, she wrapped her lips fully around Harry's cockhead, hollowing out her cheeks as she sucked the thing dry, tongue probing for its reward.
Lily felt the familiar rumbling running up his shaft and, feeling greedy, she reached out and grasped Voldemort's face. The dark lady's glare could have killed her, but she opened her mouth just enough for Lily to strike.
Lily mashed her lips against Voldemort's, trapping her son's cock between them as her tongue darted out.
Harry moaned as he watched both his mommies snog around his cock, their wet, sloppy tongues and hot mouths pulsating around his swollen head as Lily forced the kiss to deepen.
“Nhhhhg!” His toes curled as he'd finally had enough. His balls rumbled loudly as his cock jerked violently, banging against their teeth as the women worked to keep it steady.
Lily allowed Voldemort to seal her lips around him as he came, her uvula getting pinned to the roof of her mouth as it was blasted by concentrated jets of fresh, chunky semen.
Voldemort's eyes almost crossed in concentration as she worked her throat to swallow each and every blast of that chunky, gooey cock-sludge. She gulped as fast as she could, fighting to swallow even as her throat continued to clog up. But Harry's barrage seemed interminable, and soon her mouth was filling up and before she knew it, his semen was leaking out through her nose-slits.
She felt weak as she allowed Lily Potter to wrest control of the cock. A rope of cum blasted across the redhead's nose before she wrapped her lips around the head and gulped down the final few shots with practiced ease, her throat visibly bulging every time she swallowed.
Voldemort vowed to never show such weakness again as she worked to swallow the mass of semen that was quickly congealing inside her mouth. Lily opened hers wide, showing her son that she had swallowed every last drop, before she dipped towards Voldemort.
Lily licked up the streaks of cock-snot running down Voldemort's nose-slits before claiming the dark lady's lips, tongue snaking through her lips and entering her mouth. Voldemort fought to defend the seed she had yet to swallow, but in the end, she found herself snowballing cum with the mudblood.
Seeing his two mommies making out was a sight to behold for Harry. The young boy was still quite innocent, but he had an insatiable drive that compelled him to claim snake-mommy's pussy right then and there.
He walked behind her as she lost herself in the kiss with his mommy. Her backside was a sight to behold, two juicy cheeks, nice and big and soft just like a mommy should have.
His cock had not flagged. It never went soft. Harry was never satisfied, it was why his mommy had said they would need to find many more mommies for him. Harry couldn't wait to make their bellies big with his babies.
Harry gripped Voldemort's ass cheeks, his small hands disappearing as they sank into their softness. Voldemort's body rumbled as she turned her head, looking back at him with nothing but pure love. Lily smiled at him as well, encouraging her baby boy before she brought her lips to Voldemort's neck and bit down.
Harry squeezed her ass as he pushed into her pussy, slowly sinking into her gushy goodness. Voldemort moaned at the sensation of absolute bliss. His cock felt as thick as Nagini, hard and firm and unforgiving as it bored a path through the soft, moist flesh of her pussy.
“Yes baby! Fuck mommy! I'm your favorite mommy! Your queen mommy!” Voldemort shouted, and Harry wasn't sure if she was his favorite or not - it was hard to beat his very first mommy, after all - but he certainly liked her a lot already, and they'd only just met.
Bella came up behind him, towering over him even while kneeling, and she wrapped her arms around him, giving him a tight hug as her plush tits wrapped around his head like airbags.
Harry was being smothered by titties now, and it only drove his lust as he began to fuck Voldemort hard, driving his foot-long snake into her pussy, re-arranging her insides, reshaping her very being as his small hips collided with her juicy ass, the recoil from the impact resulting in loud, whip-like cracks that reverberated throughout the room.
Lily was propping Voldemort up as the dark lady failed to keep her composure. The most terrifying witch since Morgana was reduced to a shrieking, moaning cock-slut. Her tits slapped against each other, her strange green milk gushing out in spurts, splashing all across Lily's tits and belly.
Bellatrix was matching Harry's thrusts, slapping her hot pussy against his bum at the same time that the boy pinned Voldemort's pussy up against itself.
Both dark witches came in unison, Bella soaking Harry's backside with her juices while Voldemort's pussy clamped down, forming a deathgrip that clung to Harry's cock for dear life as the boy continued to pound it.
Harry's knees buckled and he let himself go. Another tidal wave of boy-sludge erupted from his cock, this time filling the Dark Lady's pussy to the brim.
Voldemort knew in that moment that she would live for that feeling. The feeling of being filled beyond bursting, the feeling of being made complete. She would now conquer, not just for her own eternal existence, but for all witches to submit to the complete and total bliss of this boy-cock.
Her cunt was an absolute mess, twitching around a cock that had swollen to almost twice its girth, every square inch being saturated with hot, gooey, chunky boy-spunk. Godly spunk. Heavenly spunk.
The power she knew not. She submitted to that power. She worshipped it.
Harry pulled out of her and his cock kept going, spouting off like a firehose as one rope splashed against her ass. As Bella's tits retreated and he was once more able to see, Harry aimed his cock at Voldemort's puckered hole. He pressed it against it, nudging just the tip of the head in as he unloaded his final few blasts inside of her backdoor.
By the time he was finished, Voldemort was a cum-soaked mess, her lewd body collapsed on the floor as more and more fluid leaked from her cunt and tits.
As Harry backed away, Bella crawled up to her mistress, intent on cleaning het up as well as she could, starting with her leaking backdoor. Bella stuck her tongue in her asshole, lapping up the cum that had just been deposited in it.
“Baby, you can do mommy still, can't you?” Lily asked.
Harry looked up at her with those big, innocent eyes. “Of course, mommy.”
His cock was still rock hard, his balls still swollen. Lily knew her son was insatiable, but it was still a sight to behold.
“Fuck me over the sofa, baby.”
Lily walked to the sofa and knelt down on it, her belly wedging into the backrest while her huge tits spilled out over the top.
Even though he'd been using her body for as long as he could remember, there was still not a more beautiful sight than his mother's sexy body, especially now that she was pregnant.
Lily had chosen this spot for a reason. It meant that she was facing the limbless stump of her betrayer and stalker, it meant that she could humiliate him further.
The silencing charm had worn off, and Snape was crying. He was sobbing, shedding ugly tears as he watched the woman he idolized be debauched by a little boy. The boy that looked like a carbon copy of Potter.
“I want you to watch, Severus, I want you to watch and to understand that you will never have me. That you never had a chance.”
That only made him wail harder as Harry climbed onto the sofa. His large cock wedged itself between his mother's big, round asscheeks as the boy gained his balance on the cushions.
Harry always preferred pussy, it was superior in every way, but mummy's ass was great every once in a while too.
Lily gasped as she felt Harry press himself, not against her wet cunt, but against her tight backdoor. She braced herself, pushing her pregnant belly against the backrest as Harry pushed his cock into her ass.
Lily whimpered like a child as her son's cock stretched her rosebud. No matter how many times they'd done it, it was always an adjustment as she felt a burning in her backdoor.
Once he overcame the initial resistance, Harry's cock found much smoother sailing as he penetrated his mother's anus. Her intestines clenched around him as he pushed, Lily's body seizing up as she was used.
“OH GOD! YES BABY! FUCK MUMMY HARD! FUCK YOUR PREGNANT MUMMY HARD BABY!”
Her words were fuel to his fire as Harry snapped his hips back and forth, clapping his mother's cheeks as he grabbed onto a strand of her long, silky-smooth red hair.
Lily's eyes glazed over as Harry pounded her from behind, his swollen testicles slapping against her moist cunt, which was gushing like a waterfall as the impact of his nuts stimulated her further.
She was getting reamed up the ass while being slapped hard in her pregnant pussy. Lily absolutely loved it.
She loved everything about her baby boy. The wonderful, magical boy that she had created, that would always love her most above all others.
Harry drilled into his mum's backside. Behind him, he could hear his new mommy's mewls as his other new mommy licked her all over.
Lily gurgled and shrieked as she came, cunt showering Harry's balls in her girl-cum as her anus clenched even tighter around him, sapping away at Lily's strength as it squeezed, her toes curling as her body quivered.
Not ready to cum quite yet, Harry pulled the entire foot of cock out of her ass. Her rosebud starfished as he exited, and Harry aimed himself lower, plugging up her flooding cunt with his dirty cock.
Lily went blind for a moment, her head falling as she became a drooling mess. Her son's cock filled her pussy up, and when it reached her cervix, it blasted off like a rocket.
Lily could feel the burning heat fill her up, she could feel it invade her womb, flooding the place where her little girl was still growing. She closed her eyes as her son, still not satisfied, nowhere near, continued to fuck her through his own orgasm.
Even these two would not be enough. Her baby boy needed more. He deserved it all.