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Voldemort Is Harry 9: Two Better Than One
🕑 Added 2024-01-31 09:15:51 +0000 UTCThe Ministry's Aurors came soon enough and gathered the bodies of the Death Eaters. Of course, the matter was downplayed since the Ministry still acted as if it was blind to what was truly going on outside, despite already having acknowledged that the Dark Lord was back.
However, one pretty attacker was left behind, now locked inside Harry's room with him, disrobed completely as the day she was born. Yet her eyes were filled with fanatic ecstasy as she touched herself everywhere, standing at the foot of Harry's bed while he lay there on it, smiling wickedly.
Watching this, Voldemort? Look how she's dancing for me. Harry had no idea, but he vindictively mocked Voldemort in case he was still watching.
Moving her hips sensually, Bellatrix's mature, fleshy body looked arousing. Her curly, long hair cascaded across her pale white face, while her hands caressed her own ivory smooth, creamy skin, cupping her own globes at times and other times, turning around and spreading her rear for him.
Harry was content that she obeyed his command no matter how shameful it may be. But no matter what, as he lay in his bed and watched her, he couldn't help but notice how tall she was, perhaps even taller than him by a few centimeters. That made her long legs, wide hips, and general stature even more pleasing to look at.
"Come here, Bellatrix. Take me between your lips," he ordered, unable to hold his erection anymore. Besides, it was all to annoy Voldemort, to show him how he was enjoying his most trusted Death Eater to his heart's content.
Bellatrix smiled like she had just heard the greatest command. Like a seductive vixen, she crawled onto the bed from the foot side and pulled down the quilt on Harry's legs. He was already bare down there, and his cock stood erect.
"Oh…" She blew warm air from her lips, her eyes narrowing in elation. "You are… so magnificent, my Lord."
Gently, she lowered her torso, raising her shapely rounded hips up. Her soft cold fingers claimed the girth of his shaft, clenching it thoroughly with her thumb pressuring and gyrating on the swollen knob. She noticed his cock twitch at that tease, bringing a mad smile to her lips before she lowered her face and parted her seductive red kisser.
"Ummmh…" She moaned from just taking him in her hot, juicy mouth.
Harry had no doubt the moan was real. She was just so madly in love with the Dark Lord, maybe even zealously.
With his fingers interlocked behind his head, Harry silently relaxed there, completely naked except for his glasses. He watched Bellatrix work wonders on his cock, sucking it, tugging at it with her lips, rubbing her tongue all over his crown, and desperately licking it from the base to the tip like a popsicle; All the while stroking with one hand and caressing his balls with the other.
It was a heavenly feeling that brought his cock to its peak arousal in no time. Hearing her gasping breaths as she voluntarily choked herself on his length was thrilling.
What a strange turn of events. From being hostage to Voldemort's mind manipulation, to turning the game around. He pondered on the past whole year and what was to come next. I can't tell anyone about all this either. Voldemort has to be stopped… by me alone.
Knowing that telling others openly about Voldemort's mind manipulation would put everyone at risk, he heaved a solitary sigh.
"Take it in," he ordered her.
Whatever thick mess of saliva and his precum was draping his shaft, she quickly lapped up and gulped down before rising up. Her toned belly contracted, and her breaths panting as she promptly straddled his cock, like a hungry wolf. Her dainty, warm fingers kept holding his length, aiming it for him.
This is the start, Voldemort. Fenrir and two others died tonight. More will soon follow. Harry voiced inside his mind. For now, watch me sully your loved one. Watch her fuck herself on Harry Potter's cock!
"Aaah! My Looord!" Bellatrix loosened her legs and sat down on his length, taking it all in slowly, sliding through her parting petals that were as pink as the beautiful tips of her mounds. Her slimy nectar had already prepared her for the impaling, giving a gentle, smooth, and silky ride into her depth.
Watch me put my seed in her, Voldemort. Harry continued mocking Voldemort while remaining relaxedly lying in place, letting Bellatrix do all the work. I gave her what she always desired. She's now mine… mine to do as I please.
He looked down where his shaft rested within her gaping wide petals. He liked the view. Then she began to move on his length, raising her hips up all the way to the tip and throwing herself back down.
Oh, the sensations that felt like hurling in Harry's brain were amazing. Her warm core hugged him so tight in its wet contraction that he could feel it slowly squeezing out his seeds, pushing him ever closer to a climax.
She increased her pace and started jumping on her knees, sometimes sliding back and forth while keeping him grounded deep till her cervix. Her squeezing, soft thighs clamped around his sides harder as she moved faster, and her milky breasts jiggled ever so alluringly.
"Ungh… Ah, ah… my Lord… you make me… so happy!" Bellatrix moaned in delirium, "I love you, my Lord…"
Harry smiled and maintained the whole charade going. "Bring me your mounds."
"Ah, oh, oh, yesss~"
Harry frowned, "How dare you ignore your Lord's command? Bring me your mounds, Bellatrix!"
Bellatrix was so lost that she failed to hear him on the first command, but the second time, she panicked and quickly leaned down on his body, throwing her face beside his ears. Her jumping, creamy swells mushed against his chest as she hugged his neck as well while continuing to fuck her pussy with greed.
Ah… Harry realized she was somewhat heavier than him, expected from her height and full body against his form that had only recently started to develop after a childhood of malnourishment.
But I don't hate it… It feels so warm, like a soft blanket.
As Bellatrix's body covered him almost entirely, Harry liked the feeling of her flesh pressed against him, with her moans continuing in his ears. But this wasn't what he had ordered.
Pa!
With as much force as he could, he slapped her ass which was jumping on his length. She had earned her climax twice already, having soaked his cock and balls with her juices so much that even the sheets were sullied.
Pa!
He slapped her other ass cheek and continued to mercilessly repeat it until she started flinching from his hands caressing her shapely rear. He kneaded them, clenched them, and spread them apart until her back hole felt helplessly at risk by the cold air in the room.
"Bellatrix, I ordered you to bring me your mounds… Have you decided to disobey your Lord? Do you wish to die?" He threatened her.
"N-no-oh!" She panicked and quickly lifted her face from his side, leaving the hug. With her own hands, Bellatrix cupped her breasts and pushed them towards Harry's face. At first, his nose sank between her honey-soft flesh.
I can't believe someone so evil like her can have something so magnificent.
Harry felt his cock flare up from the warmth on his face. She even wrapped her arms gently around his face, her fingers combing through his hair.
Harry used his hands to grip her breasts and clutch them together, making a pointed blob with her plump, rosy nipples aiming forward. He pushed them back a little to free himself from her cleavage and finally took the right one in his mouth.
With a ravishing desire, he nibbled on her tight buds right away and gobbled as much of her flesh as he could in his mouth before suckling like no tomorrow.
"Ooooh, yes, my Lord! They are yours… eat me… hit me… ah!" Bellatrix came once again, her squelching pussy gulping his cock with such tightness that Harry found his hips pumping up into her without realizing it. He could feel his own release hitting close to home, so he didn't stop.
He continued to maul her soft breasts and squeeze them between his lips alternatively, thoroughly relishing and turning her peaks red.
"Go faster, Bella," Harry ordered her. "For being the most loyal to me, take my gift within you."
Bellatrix, although having just finished her climax, continued to pound herself on his shaft. She used the last of the strength left in her legs to lift herself and ride him. Her grinning groans and moans filled the room, and her lips kissed his forehead while keeping her squeezed breasts on his lips.
Harry also pumped up into her wild, squelching depth, hitting the perfect spot to earn those wet, dirty sounds. It was a complete mess down there from Bellatrix's multiple orgasms, but he didn't mind and made sure to look at it all every now and then.
Her pussy quivered around his impaling cock, both of them feeling the heightened sensitivity. She felt the bulges of his veins while Harry sensed the tightening bumps and grooves inside her silky core.
"Do you want me inside, my Bellatrix?" He asked her to continue the dirty talks and burn a hole in Voldemort's heart.
She felt aroused by his words and began to recklessly ride him, her hips jiggling with each plundering plunge. The steamy, musky scents permeated the entire room, and despite the coldness of the night, they felt warm.
Harry felt her tenderness all over and sensed the incredible itch in his loins. "Tell me, my Bellatrix, do you want my seeds inside?"
"Ah-yesss…" She cried in a thirst of lust and poured all her weight on his length, actively squeezing her wet walls around him, and wiggling herself back and forth. "Please… my reward… I’ll cherish this forever, my Lord… put it inside… all of it, fill me oooh!"
Her eyes rolled back, her back sweating from the intense work she put into moving. Every muscle in her ached with the desire to rest, but she kept going; letting Harry plunder the womanhood that she maintained only for her beloved lord.
"Aaaah…!"
Harry finally lost himself with a harsh groan and let her breast slip out of his mouth. He pushed up into her slimy pussy to the hilt, shoving his cock all the way in and letting it shudder with heavenly release. The intense waves arose from his back and passed through his pelvic muscles before his cockhead burst with a jet of sticky load.
Once, twice, he quivered intensely a few times.
His hands went down and dug hard into her asscheeks, his nails clawing and leaving deep marks as he pulled her abused slit down by her hips, and his cock up to reach a little further in.
Spasm after spasm as his legs straightened up. He humped up harshly, jolting Bellatrix's entire body, earning a few tired moans from her semi-conscious state. It was agonizingly sensual, and he felt each drop of his lusty hot seeds spill into her, turning her pussy into a pool of warmth.
He let his cock slowly relax in that warmth, too, allowing the mixed cream of their sex to slide out. But by then, exhausted, Harry simply pulled the quilt up and closed his eyes, keeping Bellatrix's hot and soft body tightly against his own.
Face to face on their sides, she hugged him really tight, pressing her smoldering soft mounds on his chest, wrapping one leg on his side and making sure her spoiled slit presented itself for her lord to use at any moment.
Harry allowed her to keep her lips kissing his neck below, too tired to bother. Also, he did like the touch—it was arousingly warm.
Thank you for the gift, Voldemort.
He thought before drifting into sleep.
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"Haaaaaa… Who told you to attack the swine Weasleys?!" Voldemort bellowed, a flare of magic oozing from his body, shaking the entire Malfoy manor. "Do you know what we lost today?"
With bulging red eyes and a paler face, Voldemort looked like a demonic version of himself. He waved his wand at the Death Eaters he had summoned right after seeing the horrid visions through Harry Potter's mind.
"Fenrir and two more dead, Bellatrix captured and… forever lost!" There was sorrow in his rageful tone. "Avada Kedavra!"
Out of nowhere, he killed one of the Death Eaters for no reason. His breath was ragged. He could still see the scenes flickering before his eyes even after having stopped watching Harry.
"G-Gather… the forces!" He commanded. "We shall… ugh!"
Thud!
Voldemort suddenly fell down to his knees, clutching his head in throbbing pain.
"You incompetent imbeciles!"
He still didn't stop roaring at them. After all, losing Bellatrix and Fenrir meant a lot.
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When morning came, Harry realized he did not need to clean himself up that thoroughly. Bellatrix had already licked his groin clean with her savory warm tongue. Dragging her tongue over every inch of the spot she sullied last night.
Voldemort really lost a great pawn. He thought while getting up from the bed and seeing Bellatrix sitting on her knees at the bedside, still naked but now very clean. Her hair was combed, and her jutting round breasts were a sight to behold early in the morning. He truly lost an asset.
"You can get dressed… Bellatrix," he ordered while getting dressed himself. "Remember to act like an annoyed prisoner. They must believe that I have control over you while also seeing your repulsiveness for control over you. We can only remove that wall slowly, and make them truly accept us as one of them."
"That's a wonderful plan, my Lord. They will never see what's coming for them." Bellatrix was excited already.
"But my other body may react strangely," he added, sowing the seeds for the future. "My other body will act enraged and try to get you back to ensure the Ministry and Dumbledore believe that 'Harry Potter' has taken you hostage. You are to attack my other body with complete strength. It's meant to be destroyed over time so 'I' can rise as The-Boy-Who-Lived."
"Hehe…" She giggled like a teenager in love. "I shall follow your command, my Lord."
"Master… Master Potter, it’s what you shall call me before them." He corrected her and fixed his jacket before moving towards the door. "Silently follow me now and keep a scornful expression on your face."
Following that, Harry walked out of the room and headed downstairs. It was the last day before school was to start, but there was more of a crowd now than ever before. When he reached the main living room, he found Dumbledore with a few loyal Aurors behind him—Moody, Shacklebolt, and such.
"Harry," Dumbledore observed him carefully to ensure no harm had come to him. At the same time, he remained careful of the eyes lurking inside Harry's mind.
"Professor," Harry greeted, measuring the faces in the room. They all seemed too intense for a fine morning that he was having. "I suppose you all came to see her."
"Hmph!" Bellatrix scoffed at them, standing proudly in her usual black dress.
Dumbledore nodded, looking at her. "It's been a while, Bellatrix Lestrange. Only if we had seen the darkness lingering within you before…"
"This is no time for that. Let me make her speak. She won't hold on for too long." Moody stepped forward, suggesting an interrogation.
Bellatrix sneered at Moody, "Says the man who lost to Crouch Junior, pathetic."
"Tell them what they wish to know," Harry ordered her. "You are bound by the vow. Professor, ask her anything you want."
Dumbledore stepped closer to Harry and Bellatrix, "Can you list all the Death Eaters that you know?"
Bellatrix showed an intense frown on her face as if she struggled against her own mouth. She stuttered at the start and eventually began to speak. "R-Rodolphus Lestrange, Rebastan Lestrange, Alecto Carrow, Amycus Carrow, Antonin Dolohov, Augustus Rookwood, Thorfinn Rowle, Yaxley, Walden Macnair, Travers, Evan Rosier, Mulciber, Gibbon, Jugson, Avery, Crabbe, Goyle, Karkaroff, Peter Pettigrew, Lees, Snydes, Nott… that's all I remember."
Speechless and dumbfounded, Dumbledore and the rest looked at each other's faces in shock of it all. They got a list of Voldemort's core army so easily. It felt almost too good to be true.
"We can't be sure. Give her to me, and she will speak," Moody suggested, his fake eye running in circles like crazy. "She's the closest to the Dark Lord. She's responsible for what happened to the Longbottoms. We can't have her live free."
Harry decided to speak at that moment, "She will willingly break the vow and choose death if we force her. She has agreed to aid us, but if we force her…"
"Harry is right. With the presence of the Unbreakable Vow, Bellatrix is under control. But we cannot let her roam freely," Dumbledore said, humming to himself and stroking his beard. "Harry shall be in Hogwarts, and to command her, she needs to be close."
"Hogwarts it is, then!" Moody barked. "Keeping your enemies closer?"
Harry silently rejoiced as he had just remembered something else. Wait, she can help me deal with Draco. She must know everything about the plan, but… I can't ask her directly.
"Can you keep her on a leash, Potter?" asked Moody.
Much more than that… I think.
"I-I can… As long as the Unbreakable Vow isn't breakable." He showed hesitation. How shrewd he had become, he was very aware of it now. It was as if Voldemort had changed him for the better somehow.
"It is decided then." Dumbledore waived his hand and ended the little meeting. "Let us focus on checking all the names Bellatrix has told us."
Quickly, a little morning breakfast was prepared, and Bellatrix ate it silently while sitting beside Harry. Of course, she never failed to miss a chance to touch her beloved Lord, brushing her leg against his side or touching his thigh with her hands under the table.
He sighed and let her do so. As long as she was happily following him, he was prepared to do anything.
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Since he couldn't possibly take Bellatrix with him on the Hogwarts Express, Dumbledore took her with him while he headed to King's Cross the next day. He went before the Weasleys since his plan also included visiting Gringotts before heading to the station.
Carefully, keeping his face hidden under a hooded cloak, he entered the bank's building and was received by a Goblin waiting there.
"Follow me, Mr. Potter."
He did so, traversing through the gap between two tellers' high stone counters, entering a part of the bank he had never seen before. Right away, he noticed countless wooden cabins littered across the space.
"This one."
Harry nodded and turned the knob of one cabin and entered the little room. There was nothing else for furniture besides a table and four chairs in the middle. As for the occupants, he saw the blonde-haired charming sight, Narcissa, waiting for him.
She stood up to shake hands with him and stepped closer. Harry stared at her body-hugging silver gown, which accentuated the curves of her wide hips. She was wearing a black coat over it. Her hair was loosely tied behind her head, and the hoop earrings were charming on her too.
"Mr. Potter." Surprising Harry, she kissed the side of his face as she was as tall as him. The scent of her body flared a response from his nose, making him reciprocate the kiss on the cheek like some high society snobs.
Strange, I don't feel a hint of repulsiveness, or hate from her anymore. Harry felt it and took a seat opposite to her.
"I heard about the attack," Narcissa started right away. "Are you alright?"
He chuckled, "You're more worried about your son's well-being, aren't you? Don't worry, Fenrir and two more died. Bellatrix is now under my control… with a few vows."
Narcissa gasped, "He will not stop until he has killed you. He cherishes Bellatrix."
"I know, and I don't care. What matters is that I have done a favor for you, Mrs. Malfoy. I stopped Bellatrix from giving Lucius and Draco’s names as Death Eaters to Moody and Dumbledore."
Narcissa's slender brows creased tight, her beautiful face looking more charming like that. "T-Thank you, Mr. Potter."
He smiled, remembering that Christmas night. "I'm doing this for myself. But I am not doing this as charity either."
Narcissa nodded and suddenly opened her coat's front button, revealing the bountiful mounds in her dress, a deep cleavage inviting him in. "I'll give you anything."
Really? It's that easy now? It feels like she wants this more than I do.
But Harry shook his head, "As much as I'd love to, it’s getting late. I want you to buy me some Felix Felicis potions, five of them. They are hard to come by, and I suppose you can arrange it."
Oh? Disappointment in her eyes? Harry felt confused as to why she was forcing herself onto him.
"That can easily be arranged. When do you need it?"
"By the end of next week. Send it to Hogwarts." Harry stood up to leave. "I’ll investigate Draco in the meantime and see what I can do."
"Thank you, thank you so much." She came rushing up and hugged him tightly, her eyes appearing horrified. "Forgive me—us—for all the wrong we have done to you, Mr. Potter."
Harry sighed and felt his palms on her soft waist, trailing the curves and kneading her magnificent maternal ass, "It's too early to thank me, Mrs. Malfoy. Unless the Dark Lord loses, we remain enemies."
She agreed and let him go from her vulnerable embrace. Whatever was in her mind, even if she relished in what they did that night, it was a fact she was doing it all for her family.
"I understand."
Harry gave a nod and stopped at the door, his hand on the knob. "If I’m able to save Draco, I'll need you to make a vow similar to Bellatrix."
She gulped and squinted her eyes shut, "If you can save him, I'll give you my life."
"See you later."
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"Harry!"
Harry arrived at the station on time and found Hermione sitting alone in one of the train cabins. "How've you been?"
But she lunged at him and hugged him tightly. Harry, feeling somewhat aroused already by the blessing of the Malfoy matriarch, found his hands automatically sliding down from her waist to her supple ass, cupping the jean-clad flesh.
His lips brushed at the side of her neck, making her wriggle against his chest. "I missed you too, Hermione."
She shrank her neck at his soft touch and pushed him, "Umm, not here, Harry."
He chuckled and let her go, "I know, let's sit."
A few moments later, Ron also joined them.
Harry told them about the whole attack incident and the subsequent conquest over Bellatrix Lestrange, minus a few details. As expected, Hermione gave him the side eye, wondering if Harry had done something with that wretched woman.
But for the most part, he tried to keep the discussion focused. Amidst the talk of his battle and the subsequent incidents occurring throughout magical Britain, the train eventually arrived at Hogsmeade station.
Dumbledore gave a short speech during the dinner feast, but Harry found himself focused on an entirely different thing. With Hermione sitting beside him at the table, his hands eventually found their way under her skirt, claiming her soft legs.
"Stop, Harry," she whispered through her gritting teeth. "Someone might see us."
Harry was feeling his erection growing, pained by then, and needed something to relax himself. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I can't help it… I just… it's annoying to me."
Is this heightened libido going to last a lifetime? He wondered while feeling the aching in his crotch. I can only count on Hermione… and maybe Bellatrix now.
"Fine." Hermione breathed out in frustration, "Let's meet at the Room of Requirement after dinner. I'm only doing this to help you, Harry."
Harry gulped since this was the first time they were actively making a plan to do it. Nonetheless, he was grateful. "I know, Hermione. That's why you're my best friend."
My habit of lying has also grown. He realized things about himself.
She sighed and slapped his hand away from her skirt after that. It was not the time, she said. But that gave Harry some time to look around and notice Draco at the Slytherin table. For no apparent reason, he smirked at the sneering sight of the blonde-headed boy.
Surprisingly, he felt no anger or hatred anymore. As if he had already won against Draco by… other means.
"Mr. Potter, you have been summoned by the Headmaster."
Harry looked back, and there stood Professor McGonagall. The teachers had mostly finished their dinner and had left the Great Hall by then, including Dumbledore. He was also preparing to head to the Room of Requirement.
Such perfect timing to ruin something. He sighed and winked at Hermione before following McGonagall all the way to Dumbledore's office. The Deputy Headmistress stayed behind and ushered him into the office room.
He could see the carefulness in Dumbledore's eyes. It was clear that Hermione had informed them about his condition. "Professor?"
"Come here, Harry," Dumbledore called him closer to the Pensieve basin. "Watch this memory with me."
Harry followed the invitation and looked at the memory. It felt gloomy in itself, and at the mention of Tom Riddle, his curiosity was piqued. He watched Slughorn get asked a question, and then his anger burst out.
What was it? The words were muffled.
To his surprise, the memory belonged to Slughorn and was tampered with. He could guess why Dumbledore had asked him to get close to the Professor at the start of the year. "Why is he trying to hide something so important?"
"That's what we must learn, Harry. That's what you must earn from him. We must gain his true memory in any way we can, or without it, we shall be walking our destinies blind." Dumbledore presented a gloomy outlook.
Harry gulped, feeling Voldemort might be listening. More the reason to be quick, or else Slughorn might be dealt with. "What if…"
"You can't! You must not leave it to ifs and buts, Harry. You must not fail."
Harry glanced down at nothing, his mind blazing with countless thoughts. So much to do, so much to take into account. Draco, Bellatrix, Narcissa's scheme, and now Slughorn's willful ignorance.
"I understand, Professor." He agreed and left the Headmaster's office. Mindlessly, he roamed the halls and eventually arrived at the seventh floor to the Room of Requirement. As planned, he thought of the room Hermione was likely to choose and found a door for himself.
Thanks for helping me sort my mind, Hermione. He muttered under his breath and entered the room.
The room looked like a big storage space with discarded furniture, but there was a freshly made bed somewhere in the corner. Hermione was sitting on its edge and reading a book there. The locks of her hair dangled as she was almost drowned in the text.
"Weird choice of place." Harry disturbed her reading.
She almost yelped before jumping to her feet. After seeing it was Harry, a calming breath left her lips.
"You almost gave me a heart attack," she said.
"What are you reading with so much focus?"
"Ah, nothing!" She jumped to grab the book and place it in her bag. "Let's not ponder on that. So, what did the Professor tell you?"
Harry felt suspicious of how she hid the book, but he relented and walked closer to Hermione, discarding his black cloak and then the tie. He unbuttoned his shirt and got naked waist up.
Hermione took a step back at his bluntness. But before she could say anything, Harry was standing so close that the mounds under her shirt pressed against his chest, while his hands slowly unbuttoned her shirt.
"It’s nothing, Hermione. He reminded me to get close to Professor Slughorn," he sincerely answered and finished unbuttoning. He pulled the shirt down from her shoulder and let it fall to the ground. "So… beautiful."
He admired her smooth belly and the black bra hiding her budding breasts. She wasn’t big like Narcissa or Bellatrix by any means, but her charm was still much more to him. Her beautiful face, those intelligent eyes, and the constantly frowning brows lured him in.
'Umm… Harry." She whimpered when his hands rubbed all over her belly. "We shouldn't be doing this."
"But we've already done this… so many times," he replied and leaned in with his lips. She reciprocated and rubbed her thin red lips against Harry's.
He claimed her with heat and hugged her body. His arms reached her back and unhooked her bra right away, then pulled it to fall down on the floor as well. After that, he pushed Hermione towards the bed while keeping the kiss going.
"You taste great," Harry complimented and dug in with his tongue. His hands combed her long hair from behind her neck, making her relaxed and aroused. The collision of their mouths only stopped when she was completely lying on the bed and Harry on top, one knee between her legs, bruising against her sensitive spot.
He kissed her pale neck after leaving her lips, pinching her nipples the whole time. Thankful to the lights in the room, he was able to relish in the delight that was her lithe body. Perfectly tall and fleshy, quivering under his touch.
"Oooh… Harry!"
She moaned when he left a trail of his saliva down her collar and suckled on her pink buds. She was soft, and as he cupped both her breasts with his palms, they were ample for his lips and teeth to tease. She shivered under him and struggled like a fish out of water, raising her breasts up with an arched back.
His hands continued to rub all over her body while his face slowly moved down. From her mounds to her belly, then he unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it down, followed by her black panties.
"Beautiful, everywhere." Harry pried her legs open when she clenched them close in shyness. A little hint of brown hair was adorning above her clean petals. Slightly wet already, he got to work and prepared her for his raging boner on the brink of exploding.
Before starting, he hastily threw his own pants away with the underwear, getting as naked as the girl under him. Then, he palmed her delicious thighs open and claimed her watery petals with his lips.
"Oh! What are you do-oh-oing?" Hermione exclaimed, feeling the sensation of Harry's lips. This was very new to her.
He chuckled and dug his lips into her slit. His tongue probed in while his finger teased her hidden clitoris like a jewel. He soaked her thoroughly with his saliva, and she began to drool in heat too.
Unable to take anymore, she clamped her legs around his head and pulled his face more into her wetness. She slowly lost her senses, searching for the pleasure Harry was giving her.
Harry added a finger with his tongue as well, sliding it into her prepared walls, ready for his shaft. But he still impaled her with a thrusting finger, very quickly joined by another. Having noticed how close she was to a climax, he tried to let her have it before moving on.
"Relax yourself, Hermione." He said and stopped eating her pussy.
After she opened her legs, he leaned back again and fucked her core with his two fingers. Curved a little up, he struck her most sensitive spot inside, throwing her over to the edge of her release.
"Aaaah… oh, God! Harry, what did… ummm you do?!" She found her hips furiously spasming, her legs raising herself. She could feel the strain of her muscles in her core as her womanhood flooded with heat.
It wasn’t a usual release. It felt different. It felt like a true orgasm claiming her body entirely. All her muscles knotted up as her dam burst, losing complete control in peak climax. Her pussy squirting with a frenzy.
Harry kept plunging his fingers in despite his soaking-wet hand. He didn't mind it and liked every bit of Hermione. She was, in his mind, the perfect girl in so many ways. Her mind, her body, it was all so beautiful and pure.
He waited a few seconds before feeling tired in his hands. He pulled the digits out and relaxed a little, trying to ignore the flagpole that was standing erect between his legs.
Hermione was panting like no tomorrow. Her pale skin looked somewhat red already, and her milky breasts heaved with her surging chest. "Oh Harry… That was amazing."
He chuckled and decided to relax first. He laid down on his back, right beside Hermione, "Now it's your turn."
"Fine." She quickly dragged her body down, sliding on Harry's skin. Finally, she knelt between Harry's spread legs and gripped his manhood. "I'll never get used to your size."
He grinned, "But it fits in you perfectly."
Hermione's face turned red in a blush, prompting her to shut her eyes and take his sizable length straight between her lips. She acted less reserved this time, quickly starting to stroke him and coating him with her saliva. Her tongue rolled around his cockhead abusively, making Harry curl his toes.
She's gotten so much better.
She dug deeper and deeper into his length, letting him feel the contracting and throbbing walls of her throat. She tried not to choke herself but, at the same time, made sure he felt the warmth he was searching for.
"You're amazing…" Harry groaned.
Clack!
Thud!
Hmm? What's that s…
"Oh! Hey, Harry. Hey, Hermione."
"What the…!" Harry jumped away from Hermione, his cock sliding out of her mouth. He looked towards the door, and there stood Luna in her school robes and magical glasses. "Luna?"
"What?!" Hermione panicked and tried to cover her body with a quilt.
Oh no, Hermione will never stop nagging now.
"Are you helping Harry?" Luna innocently looked at Hermione, not an ounce of judgment in her gaze. "Want me to help too?"
"Sure."
Fuck! I shouldn't have said that. Harry cursed his quick and uncontrolled tongue as he hid his gaze from Hermione's anger-filled eyes.
"Okay, Harry." Luna chirped and, without another word, threw her clothes away one by one—first, her cloak, then her shirt and skirt. In no time, she got completely naked and crawled onto the bed beside Hermione.
"What do I do now?" She asked as she moved her face closer between Harry's legs.
Harry apologetically looked at Hermione, his cock still twitching. "Y-You… use your mouth."
"Oh." Luna just opened her little mouth wide and tried to take too much of his girth in, taking him so deep that she choked right away and started coughing.
"Not that deep," Hermione commented all of a sudden and gripped Harry's cock with one hand, lowering her face back down towards his crotch. "Watch me and follow."
Oh god! They're going to do it together! Harry was on cloud nine seeing the two naked beauties cherishing his cock. He could still notice anger in Hermione's brows, but she guided Luna like a big sister.
"Ah!" It took everything Harry had to not come that soon.
The way Hermione suckled him and guided Luna to stroke him and lick the base of his shaft was a sight he knew he'd remember for the rest of his life. Hermione's brown hair bobbed at times, and others Luna's blonde hair.
With a smaller mouth and shorter tongue than Hermione, Luna couldn't go as deep as Hermione, but the blonde beauty was far tighter. Her mindless licking and sucking was nastier, leaving blobs of saliva everywhere.
"Ooooh!" That was the first time Harry heard himself moan like that. How could he not when Hermione sucked on his purple head so intensely, giving him a side-eye. She even guided Luna's mouth across his length on the side with a palm on the blond hair.
"I'm about to…" Harry warned them.
But to his shock, Hermione didn't move and kept her lips locked at the tiny slit at the top of his cock. She even gave a few squeezing sucks as if trying to force his white nectar out.
"Argh!" Harry lost himself and gave up. In his abandonment to pleasure, his hips bucked and convulsed multiple times, shoving an inch of his cock more into Hermione. He let out a harsh groan and spilled everything into her.
"Ummm…" Hermione widened her lips at the first feeling of warm cream hitting her tongue. Drops of white fell out and sprayed everywhere, turning Luna's face a mess, as well as her own.
Fuck! This is heaven!
Hermione and Luna never stopped and kept lapping up all the saliva and his load that spilled around, in turn making things nastier when their lips touched each other's on the crown of his length. As if they were exchanging the taste of his manhood, he was sure they exchanged a short tug of each other's tongue.
"This should be enough ‘help’." Hermione suddenly pulled back her face and slid away from the bed.
"What?!" Harry frowned and tried to stop her. "I'm not fully done yet."
Hermione scoffed and pointed at his limp cock. "I don't think so."
"Oh, it’ll get up again quickly."
"It always does, Harry… always," she said, glaring at him with a narrow gaze. "I'm sure Luna will be enough to help you."
But I want both of you. Harry knew he was selfish, but he wanted to experience them both together.
"Of course, I'll always help Harry." Luna had no idea how to read the room.
"Hmph," Hermione scoffed and walked to the exit after donning all her clothes. "Good night."
"Wait!" Harry tried to call her back, but the door was slammed shut.
Did I force her too much? He wondered, feeling a little panicked.
"Harry, what should I do next? Sit on it?"
He sighed and smiled at Luna. How cute and naive she looked, he felt like pulling her underneath his heated body. But he knew this wasn't the time. "Clean up, Luna. Let's head back to our dorms. And… what were you doing here anyway?"
"I was looking for Nargles. I reckoned the Room of Requirement might help."
I'm thankful to those Nargles, but also detestful. I hope Hermione won't remain angry for too long. He sighed and got off the bed to dress up, only to find Hermione's bag was left behind. She forgot it.
Curious, he picked up the bag and searched for the book Hermione was reading. It was the lone book in the cloth bag, unmarked on the cover. He opened it and looked at the first page to read the title.
"Oh god!" he felt his heart go numb at the five-word title. "What have I done?"
The title read, 'How to confess your love.'
Comments
Alatoic
Great chapter! So Harry keep Bella, will be a wild attack dog, will be interesting how he introduce her to the rest. Someone will need to grovel and learn all the tricks necessary to get Hermione to forgive Harry, will be an interesting tap dance he will need to make, specially to keep Luna, Bella, Narcissa and all the others in his life. Maybe something about she being his center and need her and the others to leave some steam out and his dark urges. Use enough honey and maybe let her indulge in the relationship and kinkiness'.
