Chapter 9: Two Better Than One I

[A/N: Webnovel punishes books that post less quantity by lowering them in the ranks, and does not care about the length of chapters. This is why I will be dividing my long chapters into pieces.]

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The 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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