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It was so easy to sneak into the Muggle house, even more in the dead of night.
All she had to do was wrap herself in the darkest of cloaks and sneak, her wand ensuring that the door opened silently. She knew, she could feel it, there was magic in this house. A protective kind of magic, something that made the hairs on the back of her neck crawl.
Which was quite hilarious, to be quite honest, considering that the first thing she saw inside this house were disgusting salmon-toned walls. And a photo of what appeared to be a pig in a blond wig.
"Find him." She spoke and the wand twirled in her hand. There. The second bedroom on the second floor. She waved her wand and the doors to the other bedrooms locked themselves shut. "Good. Now..."
The door opened with a soft creak. The room was quaint and nearly claustrophobic, with bars on the window. That made her frown slightly, but she shook that off of her. She was here for a reason.
Harry Potter lay sprawled out on his bed as moonlight illuminated his wiry chest. His glasses sat still beside him on the night table sheathed in light. Bellatrix licked her lips.
It would be so easy.
It would be so incredibly easy.
Harry Potter had humiliated the Dark Lord in the Department of Mysteries. He had humiliated the Death Eaters there as well. He had even disarmed her when she was dueling her cousin, Sirius, though she was grateful. The two had been dueling so close to the Veil in the centre of the Death Chamber. One wrong spell, from either of them, would have sent the other hurtling into it.
But still. He humiliated her. Humiliated the Death Eaters. Humiliated the Dark Lord! It was... it made her blood —
"Hello Bellatrix." Harry's voice was low and gravelly. His hand gripped his wand, which was shaking as he pointed at her. "Do I want to ask what — ?"
"Oh please," Bellatrix waved her hand dismissively, a slow relaxed grin spreading across her plump red lips. "Your relatives are alive and unharmed."
"So why are you here?" Harry placed his glasses on and looked at her. Truly looked at her. Oh, those eyes were going to be the death of her. Piercing green, like they could peer right into her very soul. Like they could read her mind. "Sneaking into this house for, what, just stand here watching me sleep?"
"How did you do it?"
Harry frowned, his eyes boring into hers intensely. "Do what?"
Bellatrix scoffed. "Potter, you took the Dark Lord's Killing Curse right to the bloody face! You died! In full view of everyone — Aurors and Death Eaters and the bloody Order!"
She moved closer to him, her eyes wide, her mouth agape.
"And then, like that wasn't enough, you bloody well came back from the dead!" Bellatrix breathed with wonderment. Harry could physically see her shake with excitement. "That... that is power. That is power that the Dark Lord has never had."
Bellatrix Lestrange sank to her knees in front of him, hands behind her back, and licked her lips. Her dark hair tumbled down and framed her pale, regal, aristocratic and gorgeous face. Her lips were full and plump and ruby-red. She was beautiful. Aristocratic. As if she was carved from marble, that even the ravages of Azkaban could do nothing to take her beauty.
"The Dark Lord ordered me to get your head." Bellatrix crawled forward slowly, noting the impressive bulge that was currently tenting Harry's boxers. Harry's eyes, which had once narrowed in confusion, widened in understanding. "Insisted on it, really. And well... I think I've found it."
Her eyes met his. And she pressed a lingering, teasing kiss to the outline of his cock.
"You have power, Harry Potter." Bellatrix continued and began to grind her sex against Harry's foot, her breathing getting heavier and heavier as she heard him suck in a breath. "And I respect power. Worship it."
She slipped his cock out of his boxers and her eyes lit up.
He was big.
Very big.
Definitely bigger than Rodolphus. Perhaps twenty-three or twenty-four centimeters long. Thick. Veins traced themselves around his cock. Her hands stroked up and down leisurely, the warmth of his cock seeping into her hands, the tip leaking already some pre-cum.
With her eyes meeting his intently, violet on green, Bellatrix Lestrange wrapped her lips around Harry's cock and pushed her head down as far as she could go. His cock slid all the way down her throat. Deeper and deeper, stretching her mouth, until her plump red lips kissed the base of his cock hungrily.
"F-fuh-fuck..." Harry panted as his hands slipped into her hair. "Fuck, B-Bellatrix..."
Her eyes never left his. But she slid her head back and forth, leisurely, slowly, agonizingly, while her teeth scraped the top of his cock with just the barest of pressure. While her tongue wrapped itself around his cock and tried to milk it empty with every fibre of her being. While her hands began to caress and heft his balls — so heavy and full of cum — and began to anticipate when she'd milk him dry.
And when she finally pulled herself off of his cock, strands of saliva connected the tip of his cock to her lips. She giggled half-madly.
"Do you like it, Harry?" Bellatrix crooned as she bent her head down to press a kiss after kiss to his heavy balls. "Do you like when I use my mouth? I don't even do this to my husband, you know..."
"Fuh-fuck..." Harry breathed, his head all but lolling back as the sensations swept over him.
"Granted," Bellatrix continued as she took one of Harry's heavy balls into her mouth and began to swish it around delicately. She popped it out after a few seconds. "My husband most definitely does not have a piece of man-flesh like this, no. Why do you think I never had children? No, you get to enjoy what even my darling husband does not..."
Her hands wrapped around his cock and started to stroke it slowly. The way that she could feel Harry shudder in her grasp — oh, it was ecstatic!
"I bet you've ruined plenty of girls with this thing..." Bellatrix teased as she planted a kiss to the tip of Harry's cock, then another and another. "That little Mudblood you traipsed into the Department of Mysteries with. The ginger girl too, maybe. Or did you pluck the flower of the French Triwizard champion? I'd pay good Galleons to see you fuck her half-breed arse..."
She paused, her lips peppering the length of Harry's cock with tender kiss after kiss, her tongue tracing the veins on his cock eagerly. Devotedly.
"And if you haven’t..." Bellatrix started to stroke his cock faster now, her pale fingers were wrapped firmly around his now slick with spit cock, and ground her palm against the underside gently. His breath was getting more and more shallow, his pupils wide with desire. "Well, we'll just have to fix that. My new Master deserves a bloody harem devoted to pleasing him..."
"Your new Master?" Harry breathed with each shudder from Bellatrix's ministrations.
"Mhm." Bellatrix nodded and, with a wink, enveloped Harry's cock with her warm, wet, perfect mouth. Slowly, leisurely, her fingers rolling his heavy balls. "Mmhmm."
Bellatrix Lestrange's throat was a thing of beauty. Her tongue, as soon as his cock sank inside her warm and wet mouth, instantly began to worship Harry's thick shaft. Her cheeks hollowed as she started to buck her head back and forth, sucking his cock like it was the only thing keeping her alive. His pants above her made her so fucking wet, her free hand reached down and slipped beneath her knickers, rubbing and pinching her clit desperately.
"Then if I'm your new Master...?" Harry grinned and gripped Bellatrix's head tightly. And began to rut hard against her throat. Bellatrix whined in desperation as she pushed a finger inside of her tight quim, riding the digit as her new Master proceeded to use her throat as the pussy it was meant to be. "Take it."
"GLKH GLKH GLKH!" The Death Eater mewled as Harry's fat bitchbreaker of a cock pounded in and out of her throat. His musk, young and virile and potent, burned itself into her brain. Bellatrix was convinced that if someone took a look, they would see nothing but an imprint of the Boy-Who-Lived's fat fucking cock seared onto her brain. His cum-filled heavy balls slapped against her chin roughly with each savage thrust. His hands cupped her face tightly, making sure that her face was buried into his navel firmly.
Her ruby-red lips were pressed firmly at the base of his cock.
Harry learned a very important lesson right then and there.
Bellatrix Lestrange did not have a gag reflex. Though, even then, the sound of his cock pistoning in and out of her throat filled his bedroom slowly.
"From now on, Bella?" Harry grunted as he face-fucked the Death Eater roughly, ruthlessly. Gods, it was the most powerful feeling in the world to see Bellatrix Lestrange look up at him with a worshipful look in her half-lidded and hungry eyes. "You're mine. You're my personal fucktoy. Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want. Got it?"
The faint gurgle he heard from the older witch was affirmative. Harry sighed and pulled his cock from her throat, spit glistening on the thick Beater's bat of a cock.
"Well?"
"YES!" Bellatrix rasped desperately before she shed her clothes and threw them into the corner, her tight body absolutely perfect. "Please, Master. Please please pleaseeee~<3"
Harry grinned and lunged forward, Bellatrix now pinned underneath him with her back pressed against his chest, her stomach pressed against his bed. Harry Potter wrapped a hand around her throat as he sank all the way inside her tight, wet, vise-like married cunt. Well, if Rodolphus Lestrange wasn't going to tend to his wife, Harry would.
Harry kissed her, hungrily, dominantly, savagely. Rough thrust after rough thrust slammed into her pussy, while Harry's free hand slipped down and began to trace mindless patterns around her clit. A deep pleasure-filled moan tore itself from her lips, the boy's cock ravaging her exactly as she needed. She could feel the tip of his cock pound against her womb.
His other hand left her throat and slipped down to palm her breast, the stimulation thrumming through her intensely. Harry's pale fingers twisted and teased and pinched her nipples roughly in tempo with each facet of attention on her clit.
"Mine." Harry growled into her ear possessively. Bellatrix looked at him with hooded eyes, utterly devoted and needy. "Say it."
"Yours." The witch whimpered. "All yours..."
"I'm gonna cum..." Harry gasped and, kissing Bellatrix on the lips hungrily, slammed deep inside of her tight married cunt and came. Hard. "Cum with me."
The Death Eater screamed into Harry's mouth as she came, shaking and quivering as she felt rope after rope after rope of thick, sticky white cum spurt deep inside of her. As her cunt drenched his cock in her arousal.
"Your throat. Your cunt." Harry grinned and leaned down, leaving a bright bite mark on her pale neck. "One more hole for me to take, Bella. Ready?"
Harry pulled out slowly and snickered as a few ropes of cum slipped out of Bellatrix's well-fucked and now slightly gaped cunt. And with a low chuckle, Harry pressed the tip of his cock against her puckered arsehole. He gripped her hips tightly and, slowly, began to push his way inside of her. The older witch's spit and juices acted as the perfect lube for him, allowing him to slide inside of her arse effortlessly.
If Bellatrix Lestrange's pussy was heaven, her arse was even better. It was tight and warm and already gripping his cock like it wanted to milk every last drop from his balls. Like it was made for Harry Potter's cock. Slowly, deliciously, Harry sank into the woman's arse and he bottomed out, his cock stretching her hole perfectly.
"Say it again." Harry ordered as he started to leisurely pump in and out of her arse. "Tell me who owns you, Bella."
"Y-you o-own — oh fuh-fuck me! — you own me!" Bellatrix whined as Harry's thrusts grew faster and faster in intensity. Stars exploding behind her eyes, drool dripping down her chin with each savage fuck in and out of her bowels. The boy was a machine, Bella thought with what few brain cells she had left, pistoning in and out of her arsehole like he owned it. Which he did. "Fuck fuck bloody fuckkk!"
A sharp slap on her arse cheeks made Bellatrix whimper even louder as Harry's thrusts increased in tempo, his balls slapping against her sopping wet cunt faster and faster. Any harder and he was going to fuck her through the bed. But Gods, the rutting. The power. The intensity that Harry Potter was giving her as he pounded her arsehole with as much force as he could muster.
"PLEASE CAN YOUR WHORE CUM?" Bellatrix squealed as Harry's hand tightened around her throat, hard enough to limit her air, but loose enough to not cut her air off completely. "PLEASE, PLEASE, I NEED TO CUMMMM!"
"Cum for me, slut." Harry grunted in her ear and slammed deep inside of the older witch's arse, and came harder than he had ever cum in his life. Bellatrix's arse was like a vise, milking Harry of every drop of cum mercilessly.
Bellatrix screamed wordlessly as she came, her body shaking violently with desperation as she did. Her toes curled, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she spasmed as Harry hilted himself fully in her arse with each pulse of cum. The feeling of his pulsing cum filling her bowels was new and novel and utterly perfect. No man had been in her arse. Not even Rodolphus, who had begged desperately for the chance for decades. She had never let him. Not even the Dark Lord himself had entered her arse, and she had been his most devoted servant!
She was a Black, proud and wizarding nobility, never to disgrace herself by allowing anyone — not even her husband nor even the Dark Lord — inside her arse.
Harry Potter changed that quite satisfactorily. A few more times and she was convinced her arse would be molded to fit his cock and his alone.
Her mouth belonged to Harry Potter. Her quim. Her tits. Her arse. She belonged to Harry Potter. Every inch of her belonged to the boy.
She might just defect from the Dark Lord for the boy, if only just for another chance of feeling his cum shoot inside of her holes.
Actually... It would be quite the shame if Harry Potter died. And she had never been fucked as well as she had been right now. And she would thoroughly enjoy helping her new Master get a harem of buxom, delectable witches to attend to his needs.
"Master..." Bellatrix whimpered as she leaned back and squealed as he kissed her.
"Mine." Harry grunted as he slapped her arse cheeks. "Say it."
"Yours." Bellatrix breathed. "All yours. Forever yours."
"When I wake up," Harry pulled out of her arse and slapped the pale cheeks again firmly, his eyes hooded and half-asleep, "that pretty mouth of yours better be sucking my cock. And when I shower? That tongue of yours is going to be buried in my arse. Got it?"
"Yes Master..." Bellatrix breathed and bit her lip excitedly. Her Master lay back down in the bed, and the Dark witch quickly scrambled and laid between his thighs, her midnight hair splayed out across his pale skin. Her mouth pressed fervent kiss after kiss to his heavy balls, the musk from his cock searing itself inside her brain, changing every inch of her brain like the most effective runic array. The covers fell over her, darkness enveloping her sight, but she didn't need to see when her Master's cock pressed against her lips.
"Such a good girl..." Harry praised.
And Bellatrix Lestrange fell asleep the way she knew she should from now on.
With Harry Potter's thick, veiny cock above her and his heavy balls in her mouth.