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Voldemort Is Harry 11 - The Black Sisters
🕑 Added 2024-04-19 20:19:18 +0000 UTC[A/N: Sorry for the short hiatus. I was very busy with some personal work. From now on, expect a new chapter every day or every two days at most.
Thank you for your patience.]
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Boom!
Voldemort rampaged like a mad beast, his control over his own emotions now waning. He could no longer look inside Harry Potter’s mind, and that bothered him a great deal. All his plans, anchored on his ability to look into Harry's mind and influence it, were now down the drain.
"Traitors! All of you are traitors!" Voldemort bellowed at his closest aids, sitting around the table as he paced around alone, standing behind each member and giving them the scare of their lifetime. "You have failed me on every step, at each time!"
Voldemort raged, unable to tell them how he had lost control over Harry Potter's mind. Unable to tell them what Harry Potter did to Bellatrix. All he could do was let out his anger on those around him.
"Lucius, what of your son?" Voldemort looked at the nervous man, "Where is Narcissa?"
"S-She went to do as you ordered, My Lord," Lucius replied, a little scared as Voldemort had turned too erratic. "The plan is going well. We shall have access to Hogwarts before this term's end."
"Something good at last." Voldemort barked and returned to his seat, Nagini still slithered around, however. "This time, I shall go myself. Dumbledore and the boy shall not impede our plans any longer."
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Meanwhile, at Hogwarts, it was Easter holidays. The exams were close, but Harry found himself worrying more about his task of cozying up with Slughorn and finding out what Draco had been planning.
It took him days to finally find out where Draco was going at night. But it confused him why Draco was so interested in that old cabinet.
However, he had his own pawn to tell him everything. With a few vague words, Bellatrix giddily revealed everything. All it took were a few caresses over her body to throw her into a frenzy of insane pleasure.
"The Vanishing Cabinet?" Harry repeated what Bellatrix said. "It connects outside?"
"Umm.. yes, My Lord." Bellatrix barely replied, her mouth stuffed with Harry's cock as she suckled on it like the sweetest delight. Harry sat on the wooden chair while Bellatrix rested on her knees on the floor, bobbing her head.
Harry combed his fingers through Bellatrix's curly hair and shoved her face hard until her nose touched his pelvis. She liked it whenever he went hard and made her gag, so he gave her just that. "I fear my other body has revolted against me, my Bellatrix."
"Ugk… Wh-what…" Bellatrix tried to speak and lift her face up. But Harry didn't allow her and shoved her down hard. He felt the clenches of her throat on his melting cockhead. The warmth was otherworldly, and her spit coating his girth felt like silk.
Harry gripped her hair hard and shoved her up and down on his length. "I believe they shall launch an attack on the school very soon. The foolish body fears for its future, going against my grand plan of world domination… unacceptable!"
Harry made sure to use the newly learned magic to keep his mind free of Voldemort's interference while he talked with Bellatrix. He lured this fanatic in slowly, making her truly believe he was the only one.
"Ahk… mmm—ah… Lo—"
Harry felt his release almost on the edge and made her suck him harder and faster. He stopped talking and closed his eyes, enjoying Bellatrix’s blissful throat. He had no aversions to her anymore since she was under the vow. Besides, she was a beautiful woman with a body to crave for.
Bellatrix's own hunger to satisfy him was also something Harry loved. He had no doubt the woman would do anything as long as he asked.
"I'm close," Harry warned Bellatrix.
"Mmm…" Bellatrix quickly dug her face deeper on her own, slobbering up everything. She managed her gags and kept Harry's cock fully planted deep, hitting the back of her throat and pulsating there.
With legs spread and Bellatrix sitting between, Harry's toes curled for a moment, and his head fell back in utter bliss. The tickling spasms drowned his length in pleasure and exploded with a fountain of white.
A dozen or so times, his cock twitched as he spilled everything deep inside Bellatrix's throat. Once it became too much, Bellatrix loosened herself a bit and took more of his nectar in, gulping it with pure, fanatic, hunger.
"Ummmh…" Bellatrix breathed heavily and started sucking his length again until it turned flaccid completely. She cleaned off every bit of his cream and only then looked up. "Sweet… My Lord."
Can it even be sweet? Harry had no doubt she was just too insane.
"My Bellatrix," Harry continued acting. "Come up and rest on my lap."
Bellatrix's black eyes shined as she stood up. Her dress was a simple, black night dress that was nothing but a silky black gown tightly tied around her waist. With a single pull, Bellatrix loosened the nightgown so it lay open from the front—her beautiful, milky voluptuous breasts came into view, and the shaved slit between her ivory, meaty legs was just heaven.
For a woman with such a vile mind, Harry was shocked at how good she looked.
"Yes, My Lord." Bellatrix parted her legs, straddled Harry's lap, and sat down with her bare hips. Harry was still clothed in his pants and a shirt, but she didn't mind and just wrapped her arms around Harry's neck, hugging him against her cushiony breasts.
Harry instinctively grabbed Bellatrix's supple rear once she rested on his lap. He couldn't lie to himself—he genuinely enjoyed it. So he started to knead her ass with delight, sometimes caressing his hand up on her back to feel her hot skin.
"Oh…" Bellatrix took pleasure in her 'lover's' touch. "I wil…"
"Raise them." Harry suddenly ordered, glancing at Bellatrix's milky globes.
She cupped them herself with her palms and raised them up. She knew what her lord wanted and willingly presented the bud on her pink areolas to his mouth.
"Aaah!" She instantly moaned with pleasure.
Harry suckled on Bellatrix's breast with no reservation. They were so soft he couldn't bring himself to stop or give up. All the while, his hands had spread her rear apart and teased both her holes.
On cloud nine, Bellatrix shut her eyes and moaned melodiously. More than physical stimulation, she felt aroused by the fact that her 'Lord' was doing it to her. This was all she ever wanted, she ever dreamt of.
Harry stopped suckling her breasts and looked at her face, his hands still on her rear. "When the time comes, you will have to choose, Bellatrix. Do not let my other body win, do not let any of his camp win."
"Yess~ My Looord…" Bellatrix cried, moving her hips back and forth to rub her drooling slit against Harry's still-exposed shaft. "My wand, my body, my magic, my life is all yours… oh!"
Harry nodded and teased her more with one of his fingers pressing on her star-shaped hole and pushing slightly in. It made Bellatrix jump a little, but the next moment, she giggled in excitement.
"I'm yours, my Lord… in every way."
Harry felt satisfied and began to push her away. "Then I shall leave now, Bellatrix. Don't forget to reach there tomorrow and see to my orders. That will earn you the reward you want."
Disappointed, panting, and hungry, Bellatrix obeyed her ‘Lord’ and stepped away from him. Her one hand went down on its own, rubbing against her drenched slit. The other hand went up to pinch her own nipples.
"You’re not allowed to please yourself either," Harry stopped her. "Only your Lord may quench your thirst."
"Yesss~" Bellatrix hissed and stopped, squeezing her full thighs together and tying the gown back. "I shall be there."
"Good." Harry quickly left the room right after.
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Since Bellatrix had been given a hidden room to stay inside Hogwarts under Dumbledore’s watchful eyes, Harry could only see her at night. But it was also the night he was waiting for, as Draco usually went out of the Slytherin dungeon at that time.
Harry knew the way this time and arrived at the place where the Vanishing Cabinet was kept. He watched from the corner as Draco placed something inside it. The whole time Harry wondered what he should do.
Now, he knew Voldemort was going to attack the school from the inside. But at the same time, he didn't feel as confident of facing the Dark Lord and his army just yet. He still had no idea what Slughorn was hiding, and it seemed very important in the fight against Voldemort.
Eventually, Draco left the Vanishing Cabinet and returned to his common room. Alone, Harry walked out of the corner and approached the wooden structure. He took out his wand and pointed at the cabinet.
You still have too many pawns. Harry muttered and flicked his wand. Bombarda!
Boom!
The Vanishing Cabinet, which was barely standing before, lay blown to smithereens. Its wooden pieces fell around randomly, some burning to ash. Harry was sure the thing was no longer salvageable.
I'll fight him on my terms when I'm ready. Harry thought and turned around to return to his dorm room and sleep. He had a meeting in Hogsmeade, after all.
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Morning came, and it was still the Easter holidays. Almost all those not bothered by the exams headed to Hogsmeade to spend some time. Ron went with Lavender, while Hermione decided to stay in the school library and study.
Harry reckoned it was better for him. So he quickly wore the Invisibility Cloak and walked deeper into Hogsmeade village and eventually arrived at an ordinary-looking village house with a high slanted roof.
Knock! Knock!
The door opened on its own, and he walked inside. Only after he had shut the door behind him did he take off his Invisibility Cloak and look further into the stony, old house. However, he saw nobody there, so he walked towards the bedroom on the same floor.
"Are you in there?"
Creak!
Just as he was about to turn the doorknob, the door was pulled open from the inside, and a tall figure walked out. A political smile was plastered on her face; her scentful perfumes permeating in the air just from her presence.
Harry stepped back and let the woman walk towards the living room. Her persona was respectful and proud, and her manner of walking was confident. Yet, he noticed the faint haze of worry in her blue eyes.
"I called you here for good news, Mrs. Malfoy," Harry said as he approached the tall woman, almost as tall as him. Looking at her choice of clothes, he could see she was trying to hide as much of herself as possible. There was shame filled in her entire body language, their last meeting still vivid in both their minds.
Despite it being March and not being that cold anymore, Narcissa was wearing a full-sleeved black gown that went all the way down to her ankles. Over that, she even wore a dark green coat with a furry collar. Her silky blonde hair was neatly draped around her back and sides. The iconic pearl necklace on her neck was still there, as were the green earrings.
Trying to look unappealing? Harry wondered. However, he had already made up his mind. But I need you as loyal to me as Bellatrix.
"And what might it be?"
"Draco," Harry said, and as expected, he noticed Narcissa abruptly turning to face him. "You knew, didn't you? What he was up to?"
Harry stepped closer to her as he said that and stopped just two feet away from her. He looked up and down at her. Whatever skin was visible glowed in the light of the fireplace in the living room.
"I… I don't know what yo—"
Harry started moving, unashamedly placing his palm on her belly covered with her dress and coat. He began to move around her, tracing his palm along with the curve of her waist. "The plan was to use the Vanishing Cabinet and attack me inside the school, wasn't it?"
"What did you… do to the cabinet?" Narcissa inquired, her breath becoming restless. Her task was to lure Harry Potter, not ruin the Dark Lord's plans. Of course, she wanted to save her son from all the madness as well, but this wasn't how she had hoped it'd go.
Harry stopped once he reached behind her and gently untied the knot that kept her coat fastened around her waist. Then, he stepped forward and pressed his front against Narcissa's entire back, his arms wrapping around her waist to unbutton her coat. "Draco has received his Dark Mark, hasn't he?"
Narcissa flinched, and that was enough for Harry to get the idea. He sighed, and pressed her back against himself harder, feeling her wide, supple hips support his erection in between. He also finished unbuttoning her coat by then and stepped back for a moment, pulling it open and pushing it down her arms.
He let the coat fall and bunch between her and his feet as Harry stepped forward again and gripped her against his chest. Her silky, long dress was much thinner, and Harry felt all of her curves and swells. His cock, brimming with arousal in his pants, pressed on her rear while his hands gently caressed her fleshy soft belly.
Harry leaned his face over her shoulder near her ear, "I’ve destroyed the Vanishing Cabinet. Bellatrix is now under my control. So… your son is going to spend his life in Azkaban, Mrs. Malfoy."
Narcissa gulped and felt Harry's hands rise from her belly towards her full, shapely breasts. She flinched slightly as his spread palms cupped each one of them, sinking his fingers in. But she didn't push him away, she couldn’t. "H-He's helpless… He…"
"He's a fool, Mrs. Malfoy." Harry fondled her globes lightly, his breath stroking her ears so close that his lips were now grazing against her earlobes. "I know about the vow Professor Snape made with you. I know what Draco is tasked with… I wonder if he’ll still foolishly attack Professor Dumbledore and get caught… or worse…"
This has become of me now? Harry felt completely aware of what he was saying.
All that devious wordplay was somehow rising naturally within his mind. He was sure Voldemort wasn't influencing him anymore. Is it too late? Have I become…..?
"Ah… W-What…" Narcissa breathed audibly as Harry's fingers pinched her hardened nipples hidden under the dress. But the next moment, she turned around, still remaining in Harry's arms.
Her face now rested barely four inches away from Harry's, their eyes locked with each other's. "What is the meaning of all this?"
Can't falter now. Harry mustered all the courage he had and moved his arms. He curved one around her slim waist while using the other hand to caress the side of her pristine face.
"You asked me to help Draco. Now that he has a Dark Mark on him, there’s no saving him from Azkaban," Harry said and glanced down at her faintly visible cleavage.
He wanted to see more, so he used the hand resting behind her waist to move up and pull the thin laces that kept her clothes tight. One came loose, and then the other. He untied them all while staring at her desirable face filled with uncertain thoughts and worry.
Am I taking advantage of her? Harry wondered, finding himself in an ethical dilemma. She came to me on her own and offered this, didn't she?
In no time, the wide, lacy back of her dress came loose. Harry wasted no time and used both his hands to tug on her shoulders, peeling her silky, thin gown off her skin, pushing it down both her arms, and then letting it fall to the floor.
"Hmm…" Harry nodded, seeing only a black, modest pantie covering her womanhood, while her mounds rested naked without a bra. He admired her entire body and took his time. Pale as milk, her spotless skin was like the purest, untarnished feather. Her wealth had clearly helped her maintain her body fit and youthful.
Can't believe she's in her forties. Harry marveled at her.
He could see faint sights of her age—lines around her mouth and the corners of her eyes. But for Harry, they only increased the charm. Her proud wide hips screamed at him who she was—a high-class beauty. Not a girl, but a woman—the mother of his bane.
Oh God, I'm becoming evil. Harry gulped, wanting to do many things to her.
"And…" Harry stepped forward again. His one palm slid against the soft flesh of her waist and pulled her in.
His other hand caressed her mounds, pressing her sizable, button-like nipple with a thumb. Her breasts were sizable enough to fill his hands and more. And somehow, they were still in shape, without a sag, despite having had a child.
"Mmmh…" Narcissa pressed her lips hard to keep herself contained. "I-Is this the price for… your protection?"
"No," Harry replied, inching his face closer to her again. So close their breaths intermingled. "I don't know the future. But this will certainly gain you some advantage for future… events."
Narcissa almost scoffed, finally moving her delicate hands and placing them on Harry's shoulders. "Is this truly the great Harry Potter? Just a teenager in heat? I'm disa…"
"I'm not," Harry replied, and decided to drop the bomb. “Voldemort had taken control over my mind. He saw what I saw, heard what I heard, and made me do things—no more. But he did plenty of damage."
Narcissa's eyes went wide in utter shock and fright. "S-Since whe—"
"I'm sure he saw you pleasuring this very teenager in heat, that Christmas night." Harry responded before she could finish, "I'm sure he heard your pleas for Draco."
"No!"
Harry secretly smirked, "Oh, so that wasn't in the plans? I think the Dark Lord is furious now, with the Vanishing Cabinet destroyed. You helped me do it, after all."
Narcissa's body went limp all of a sudden, her knees going weak. But Harry quickly caught her and lifted her off her feet in a princess carry. He took her to the bedroom on the same floor and gently sat her down at the edge of the bed.
"L-Lucius!"
"Your Dark Lord can't afford to kill him right now," Harry hypothesized, but the confidence with which he said that made Narcissa believe it. "He’ll use your son and your husband until he gets what he wants. Ah, that means no matter which side wins, it's the end of the Malfoy bloodline."
Narcissa breathed deeply and looked up at Harry, a new resolve visible in her eyes. She didn't even try to cover her bare breasts, "And you will help as long as I satisfy your desires?"
That's just a part of it, Narcissa. Harry didn't nod nor deny it. Let's warm you up first.
Harry took off his shirt first and then removed his pants. Unashamedly, he also took off his underwear, revealing his girthy shaft standing straight, its bulging veins visible, the faint twitches noticeable. Unlike the last time, it was daytime right now. The window curtains gave plenty of light to see everything in detail.
"Let's talk about that after we're done," Harry said and stepped forward. With a gentle swipe of his leg, he made Narcissa spread her legs wide so he could stand there, his cock pointing right at her lips. "You can start."
Narcissa stared at the pillar of heat dangling before her. She breathed helplessly and gently rubbed around the base of his shaft, pulling the skin back. The purple cockhead twitched as if in excitement.
"I… I hope you keep your word," she mumbled before opening her mouth wide, her slick pink tongue out. She took him in slowly, coating his girth with her spit thoroughly. Only the head went in first, and then more.
Standing there, Harry placed one hand on her blonde head while watching her thin, red lips struggle to widen to accommodate more of his girth. The sensation of her tight mouth gripping his length made him shiver. His fingers combed through the locks of her hair, holding back wanting to shove her face on himself.
I'm not evil… I'm not evil… Harry reminded himself each time, trying to restrain himself from shoving his driving need into her in wild abandon. I'm not evil… Ugh… I love this…
"Ugk…" Narcissa took almost all of his manhood in her sweltering hot mouth as it hit her throat, making her gag just a tiny bit. Her eyes watered down that instant, looking up at Harry as if asking for mercy.
But Harry started moving his hips instead, fucking her tight lips in a slow rhythm. Narcissa surrendered herself to him and simply placed her hands on Harry's waist while he dared to reach deeper and deeper into her throat.
She coughed at times but never found her mouth freed. Harry's pumping thrusts turned her helpless as they increased. Her tongue kept caressing his iron-hard flesh.
However, Harry had something else planned. "Lie down on the pillow, Narcissa."
Narcissa didn't like being called like that by a man so much younger than her. But she didn't want to argue and prolong the shame. She moved, Harry's cock sliding out of her mouth freely now. She slid back to the headboard and laid down, keeping two pillows under her head and back.
Harry crawled onto the bed at the same time. His eyes focused on the junction of her thighs. There was a faint smile on Harry’s lips as he noticed how her body was truly reacting to him. A shadow of wetness had appeared in the middle of her modest panties.
"Let's get rid of this," Harry said and easily pulled her panties off her hips. Aided by Narcissa herself as she raised her hips.
A thin, slimy strand of her arousal leaked from her petals as Harry took them off. His hands got a chance to stroke her long luscious legs as he pulled them down, causing her to shudder.
He threw them away and in the next moment, pushed her knees up, legs folded. He kept staring at the moistness between her legs, the pale red lips inviting him in.
"That night did no justice to this…" Harry commented and spread his palm over her shaved pelvis, his thumb extending down and rubbing all over her heat, smudging her leaked juices all over her petals and entrance, as if in preparation.
The pureblood, aristocratic woman averted her gaze, ashamed at her own arousal. Being spread like that and clearly looked at, made her feel vulgar and yet heated. But the next moment, the young man did something she had never experienced before.
"N-No-oh!"
But Harry was already lying flat on his belly by then, his face close to Narcissa's spread hot pool of need. His tongue came out and gave a long, hard lick, stroking from below, widening her petals while its tip slipped in between, and ending with a flick at her pink kernel; Earning Narcissa's squirm and shock.
Even here, she smells good. Harry was amused and, with a wild thirst, started to lick her slit, push in, and spread her softness with his tongue once more. This time, it went a little deeper, wiggling and sliding in with his hot saliva.
His hand, at the same time, rounded around her fleshy legs and teased her clitoris from above. Pinching and pressing, rubbing and flicking, giving her pleasure from all sides.
"T-That's… dir—oooh!" Narcissa couldn't make sense of what the young man was doing.
The last time she had sex was a few years ago, and it was never this mischievous. Was Lucius too bland? Or was Harry too wild? Narcissa couldn't make any sense of it.
Harry continued to fuck her with his tongue, lapping up her juices and drenching her core for his cock to enter. He didn't feel disgusted in the slightest, a shock to himself. The woman was so clean and pleasingly scentful that he couldn't help it.
"Oooh… Oh, n-no!" Narcissa's belly started to throb all of a sudden. Her hips wiggled left and right. Harry picked up his pace even further as that happened and inched her closer to completion.
Her passion-filled molten depts reacted to Harry's hot tongue and his fingers on her clit. She arched her back all of a sudden and screamed in ecstasy. A sound she herself never knew she could make, lustful and sultry like a promiscuous woman.
Her needy release came forth like a fountain. Her quivering slickness turned further red as her nectar dribbled out onto his tongue.
Harry moved his face back quickly and got between her spread leg, on his knees. He watched as she went through her wild release, her body stiffening up in an arc as her nectar gushed, possibly after years of drought.
Time to plunder… Wait, what did I just say? Plunder?
Harry shook his head and eased forward. He guided his swollen, rock-hard shaft to her sweltering, leaking depth and leaned forward, shoving half of his length in one go. He knew he wasn't absurdly long, but when it came to girth, he had received plenty of moans.
"Ah—Oh, Potter… slow!" Narcissa moaned hard. Her legs tried to lock around Harry's hips on their own. She felt opened and stretched like never before. It reminded her of her first night with Lucius, the hint of pain and pleasure—this felt like that.
"P-Please slowly…"
Harry nodded and pulled his shaft back an inch. "I'll try."
He moved in once again, pressing harder to stretch her and claim her hotness. Her contracting walls around his sensitive cockhead felt like a blissful cloud. Feathery, wet, and slippery—yet tight.
"Ummm-oh… Slowly…" The tip of his cock forced her walls to part, demanding her wetness to surrender.
Harry saw her mouth open wide as he dug in deeper, slower and etching his size on her soaked petals. His pumping veins, the bugle of his knob, they tickled her insides in ways she never knew.
So Harry leaned further over her body, lowering his bare chest to her inviting breasts. He took one in his mouth and nibbled, teething her buds like a delightful cherry. He tugged it, and rubbed it with his tongue until Narcissa's hands combed through his hair.
But no, he wanted more, so he went further up, kissing her skin, leaving a long trail of his saliva. He reached her neck and bit her there, kissed her with passion. His hips moved back as well, pulling out.
"Oh… Oh, Morg…" Narcissa moaned in abandon as Harry shoved in with need. A moment of calm, followed by a storm that churned her womanhood inside. She felt his entire length spread her—she felt it all so well.
Harry still hadn't reached to his hilt yet, so he wanted to push in deeper. For that, he looked at her face, pressed his cock harder in her, and placed his elbows on either side of her face.
"N-No… No kiss…" Narcissa saw Harry's face coming closer to hers.
But Harry didn't entertain her demand this time. "Not the first, nor the last. Get used to this, Narcissa…"
With that, Harry kissed her hot, red lips, closing his eyes in the heat of the moment. It wasn't sweaty, but they both felt hot. Their warm bodies were tightly pressed against each other, and their mouths shared that same warmth as well.
Right then, Harry spread his palms and pressed them against the top of Narcissa's head. He began to thrust harder with that, pumping his cock with such prideful shoves that he struck her cervix a few times. Her body threatened to hit against the headboard of the bed each time.
Narcissa felt the very faint pain, but felt the overwhelming pleasure even more. It felt like her wedding night all over again, but this lover was far more intimidating and demanding than her husband. She kissed the young man on her own, her mouth opening, her tongue extending out with a mind of its own.
She could feel this wasn't herself. She had lost herself in the moment, defeated by the overpowering ecstasy in her loins. She never knew her body could feel this way, helpless yet delighted, ashamed yet thrilled, embarrassed yet wanting him to do more and more… harder, deeper.
Harry continued to pump in deep, hoping to spill at the deepest depth of her pulsating core. But he knew this was merely the start, as the bed still lacked something.
Creak!
"Oh, my, my, my… What do we have here? The good, dutiful Cissy…"
So lost in pleasure, Narcissa failed to realize when the door of the house opened, and a figure stepped inside the room. Only when she noticed a black figure from the periphery of her vision did she turn her face. But by then, she heard the voice, and her heart sank.
"N-No… Sto-ohp!" Narcissa tried to push Harry.
But Harry continued to fuck her with delight, plundering her core until wet, squelching sounds echoed in the room. Their kiss had stopped, but Harry had resumed to lick Narcissa's neck, and then claim her breasts with both hands.
"I'm shocked, Cissy."
Narcissa squirmed to be released, but Harry's entire weight was pinning her against the headboard. With his heavy plunges, she couldn't pick herself up. "B-Bella-ah…"
Harry smirked right then and, without looking, asked. "Care to join, my Bellatrix?"
"With pleasure, my Lord."
"W-what?" Narcissa exclaimed, not resisting anymore despite Harry having leaned back up on his knees. His plunder continued, her large mounds jolting with each thrust. She stared at Harry in confusion.
Harry smiled and started to rub her clitoris, waiting for Bellatrix to disrobe and join. "Don't worry, she's mine."
As you will be soon.
