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Harry's Cock Elixir ch.2
🕑 Added 2023-05-18 20:28:26 +0000 UTCShe crawled down his chest, taking his member into her mouth and carefully cleaning it with her tongue.
Harry admired how deeply the elixir affected her, and his thoughts wandered to other desired women who remained beyond his reach.
Bellatrix continued the oral pleasure with his organ, ensuring not a drop of semen was left. "Do you like this?" she asked.
"Don't stop. I think there could also be some on my balls," Harry encouraged her. "I'm counting on you." She slid her tongue down his shaft, paying attention to his testicles while firmly gripping his member with her hand.
His thoughts drifted to Daphne, the younger girl compared to Bellatrix. She had been the captain of the Hogwarts cheerleading squad since the Triwizard Tournament - a striking blonde with an arrogant attitude. Harry decided that including her in his plans for the future was definitely a possibility.
She was also a trainer at the gym where he worked out. Harry had tried to approach her but faced mockery and taunting from the majority of girls at the gym who constantly teased him.
Harry Potter looked down at his body, observing Bellatrix on all fours, still pleasuring him. Her breasts hung freely, swaying and jiggling, momentarily obscuring his view like an eclipse.
He contemplated the need for a better method of delivering his solution and enhancing its scent. If he could package it like perfume, no one would ever suspect anything. These minor improvements were easy to achieve. With his elixir, the possibilities were limitless.
When Bellatrix finished washing him, she crawled beside him to cuddle. "That was amazing."
Harry embraced her, pulling her close. "How long until Sirius returns?"
"Who cares?" she replied.
He slid his hand over her breast, playing with her soft, supple nipple. "I do. I want to take a shower with you before he arrives."
Bellatrix reached for her wand and cast a spell. "We have twenty minutes."
They started the shower, and within five minutes, both were hot, wet, and soapy. She faced the showerhead while Harry stood behind her, massaging her soapy breasts and sliding his slick member up and down her buttocks.
"God, Harry, you're insatiable." She reached behind herself to lather his swollen testicles.
"I estimate we have about ten minutes," Harry remarked, feeling his erection press against her soft buttocks. "I want to come inside you again."
"Do it, darling." Bellatrix leaned forward, resting against the shower cabin. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes filled with desire. "Hit me, Harry."
Guiding his member to her slick entrance, Harry thrust his hips forward. Despite their recent lovemaking session less than twenty minutes ago, her vagina was tight, enveloping his eager shaft like a second skin.
He maintained a steady rhythm, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate manner, relishing the sight of his member sliding in and out of her soapy passage.
Bellatrix let out a grunt, her large breasts swaying to the rhythm of their passionate thrusts.
Their skin collided, the sound muffled by the cascading water around them.
"Bellatrix?" Sirius' voice sounded distant, as if emanating from the bedroom.
Harry froze, his member buried deep inside Bellatrix's smoldering core.
"I'm in the shower, Sirius," Bellatrix shouted, trying to conceal the desire in her voice.
Undeterred, Harry resumed vigorous thrusts, now stronger and faster.
Bellatrix pressed her buttocks against his member, silently urging him to penetrate with even greater intensity.
He grabbed her long, strawberry-blond hair in his fist and pulled.
Bellatrix gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure escaping her lips.
"Just give me a second, and I'll join you," Sirius called from the bathroom.
I didn't stop plunging into Bellatrix's pulsating depths, unfazed by Sirius' proximity.
Bellatrix bit her lip, suppressing moans. Her legs trembled, and her body quivered as orgasm tightened its grip on her. "No," she protested abruptly. "I'm almost... there."
"Well then, fine," Sirius muttered in response.
Orgasm surged deep in my loins, and I gripped Bellatrix's hips, thrusting forcefully into her wetness with each movement.
"My robe... Her words were barely audible. "It's in the dryer. Bring it to me... please."
My climax reached its peak, erupting within her depths like a Falcon 9 rocket igniting during a morning launch. Hot, thick ropes of semen spurted from my member, flowing down her vaginal canal, ultimately fertilizing Bellatrix's eggs.
"Sure," Sirius replied as I continued to deposit my seed deep within his wife's wet pussy.
I maintained the motion of my hips, extracting every last drop of sperm from my testicles.
Bellatrix stood up and faced me. We kissed passionately, our tongues entwined in a heated battle.
My hands trailed down her back, firmly gripping her supple buttocks, while she pressed her breasts against my chest.
Resting her head on my chest, she wrapped her arms around my waist. "I want to cuddle with you."
I knew I had to deal with the situation concerning Sirius. I didn't want him to have any contact with Bellatrix. Perhaps I could use the elixir on him? The possibilities were endless. But for now, I needed to regroup and devise a plan.
I tenderly kissed Bellatrix's forehead. "I have to go, but don't worry. I'll take care of it soon."
"You won't hurt him, right?" she asked, concerned.
"No. I have a different idea. A better one. For now, you have to trust me."
She kissed my chest and held me tight. "You'll be the father of my children. I trust you, Harry."
"When he falls asleep, come to my room," I suggested.
"Okay, Harry. I love you."
I kissed the top of her head. "I love you too, darling." Exiting the shower, I knew I needed my notes and the elixir. Research awaited me.
The past seven days had taken a toll on me physically, mentally, and spiritually. A marathon of intense sexual encounters with my attractive almost-stepmother, Bellatrix, had left me desperately in need of a quiet evening.
However, the hard work had paid off, and I was ready to test the 2.0 version of the renowned elixir, eagerly awaiting its patent.
As for Bellatrix, it was still unknown whether he had impregnated her. They had bought a set of pregnancy potions and planned to test them together over the weekend.
When Harry walked through the door, all he wanted was to be with Bellatrix and then go straight to bed. But he was taken aback when his usually work-focused godfather stood in the kitchen, preparing a bowl of steaming popcorn. What the hell? "Hey, Harry," Sirius greeted him.
"Uh... hi?" Harry set down his backpack. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" Sirius sprinkled excessive amounts of salt on the popcorn, enough to induce a heart attack.
"It looks like you're not at work," Harry observed.
Sirius smiled. "Isn't it great?"
It was far from great. "So, are you planning to... eat a massive amount of popcorn all by yourself?"
"No." He drizzled it with butter. "Bellatrix and I are watching a movie together, just the two of us." Sirius gave Harry a scrutinizing look.
Harry clenched his teeth and fists. What game was Sirius playing? Did he suspect something between him and Bellatrix? Harry had never considered Sirius to be emotionally perceptive, but perhaps he hadn't given him enough credit. Bellatrix was a local star and incredibly attractive. Sirius took pride in parading his wife around town. Maybe he believed trouble was brewing.
However, Bellatrix was more than just a trophy wife. She was intelligent, fun, and, as far as Harry was concerned, off-limits. This was a power move. Sirius felt threatened and was asserting his claims. He didn't realize he had already lost the battle. He would soon find out.
A moment later, Bellatrix entered the kitchen, her face lighting up at the sight of Harry. "Harry, you're home!" She wore a loose gray tank top without a bra and snug black yoga shorts that barely covered her buttocks. With a bouncy step and her breasts jiggling, she threw herself into Harry's arms. "So glad you're home." Harry felt Sirius' gaze piercing his back.
Harry wrapped his arms around Bellatrix's slender waist, pulling her close and pressing her firm breasts against his chest. "Thanks."
"Hey, Harry." Sirius slid a small pouch from Gringotts across the counter. "This should cover dinner and the movie."
Harry stared at the money but didn't take it. "What are you having for dinner?"
"We already ate," Sirius smiled, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth.
Bellatrix grabbed Harry's hand, intertwining their fingers as lovers often do. "How about joining us for a movie instead?"
Harry glanced at Sirius, who shook his head. "Sure," Harry agreed.
Bellatrix bounced up and down, clapping her hands and causing her breasts to sway temptingly. They were too firm to cause any harm but provided quite a spectacle. "Yay!"
"What happened to our date night?" Sirius protested.
Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "Isn't that exactly what we're doing?" she replied. "Just go pick a movie."
Sirius grumbled something under his breath and headed towards the theater room, clutching the bowl of popcorn. Bellatrix turned around, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I have a set. Let's go check it out."
"We can't do that right away. Sirius is waiting for you."
"Which means he's waiting for both of us." She took both of Harry's hands, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him.
Harry chuckled. "No, I'm definitely the third wheel in this scenario."
Now it was Bellatrix's turn to laugh. She wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and ran her fingers through his hair. "You're my man. Just follow me, okay?" She kissed him again, and Harry's hands wandered over her buttocks,
gently squeezing them.
"You go in first," she instructed. "Tell your Sirius that I'll bring the blanket."
"Got it. Blanket," Harry confirmed. He went downstairs and entered the theater room.
The lights were dimmed, and a streaming service illuminated the ten-foot screen. Every now and then, Sirius would swap out equipment in the house, fascinated by every Muggle technology innovation. The room had three rows of plush cinema seats. Behind the standard seats, Sirius had placed a leather recliner and two long sofas. The recliner faced the screen and was centrally positioned behind the two sofas.
As expected, Sirius claimed the love seat, crunching on popcorn and not even looking up when Harry entered. "There's plenty of room on the couch," he casually mentioned.
"Right." Harry took a seat on the neighboring sofa. "Sorry, Sirius. I might be tired halfway through though. But I didn't plan on leaving. Sirius deserved a generous dose of false hope, and Harry was determined to deliver it properly.
"Thanks." Sirius continued munching on popcorn. "Where's Bellatrix?"
"She went to get the blanket."
A pleased smile spread across Sirius' face as he settled back into the recliner.
A minute later, Bellatrix appeared, wrapped in a plush, oversized blanket.
"Here's a spot for you, honey," Sirius called out.
She paused between the sofa and the recliner. "Sirius, I feel like stretching out. Do you mind if I lie on the sofa instead?"
Sirius froze with a mouthful of popcorn. "But I thought you wanted popcorn."
She placed her hand on her stomach. "We ate so early, and now I feel full. Don't worry about it."
Harry couldn't help but laugh. The snark, the bastard. He kept calm, focusing on the big screen.
"I can sit with you on the couch," Sirius offered. "No." Bellatrix walked over to the sofa where Harry sat. "This is your favorite spot. Enjoy the popcorn. I'll sit here with Harry."
Harry couldn't see Sirius' face, but his body visibly tensed. He was clearly annoyed. "Harry, didn't you say you were tired?"
Bellatrix sat down next to Harry on the couch, wrapped in the blanket. "If he's tired, the couch is perfect. He can stretch out here with me."
