Chapter 14 - Mind Games III

Harry remained silent and did what he was supposed to do. He kept pulling Romilda's body towards himself, making her crawl forward on the table until she could no longer. But Harry didn't stop and pulled her down onto his lap.

She faced him, still kissing him as her ample soft rear landed on his stiff shaft, gently probing the middle of her feathery legs right away. The lack of any stockings left so much room to be touched and felt.

"Oh… You make me so hot." Romilda continued to live through her dream. "Oh! Harry!"

She moaned loudly as soon as she started rubbing herself on his erection with the smooth back-and-forth movements of her hips. It scared Harry enough that he raised his wand in fear someone might come in and see them.

She's too loud. Knowing her personality, he felt there was a risk of her moans going out of hand, so he made a quick move with his wand and cast a Silencio Charm on her. Go ahead now.

Sitting on his lap, Romilda almost plastered her ample soft breasts on his chest, her arms hugging the life out of his neck while her lips continued to suck the air out of his lungs. Her ass began to ride him like a master equestrian, and Harry felt it all through his erection and hands.

Warm, smooth, and hot; he caressed the skin of her legs. From her ankles to her thighs, and then going under the skirt to her backside and holding the fleshy ass. He gripped it hard, holding no love and only lust for this girl.

"Ummm… I love this, baby!"

The intimate choice of words from Romilda worried Harry and annoyed him, only hearing faint whispers of them. But he let her be and enjoyed the sensation, although he knew he needed to take it a step further to truly calm his mind.

Time to break you, my foolish doll. Harry thought, instantly taking those words back; No, I can't demean her like that!

Yet, his hands went under Romilda's hips before lifting her up slightly. With a quick move, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his full throbbing erection, hot and bulging, veiny and salivating to feel her innards.

"Ah! Baby~" She cooed in arousal, playing with her own hair and his. She had felt Harry pulling his member out and still didn't react.

It came as no surprise to Harry. Before pain could claim his balls, he quickly glided his hands under her panties from behind, pulling them down as much as possible as her naked rear dangled in the air from her movements, her skirt bunched up, and the rear crown of her entrance fully exposed to air.

Her panties came loose enough that Harry easily reached further in with a curved hand and claimed her utterly drenched tender flesh, pulsating like his cock. She was far more than ready—no, she wanted him as soon as possible.

No going back from here. Harry tried to gather himself, on the verge of no return. Fuck it, I can't stop.

His right hand pulled the middle of her panties to the side, and his left hand softly pushed his throbbing length toward her damp entrance. But right before it could claim her inside, he looked at her sternly.

"May I?"

"Hehe!" Romilad greedily giggled and stopped kissing him. Using her own right arm, she extended her hand to the back, between her ass, and pushed his hot length to the right place, standing erect right under her undivided wetness—ready to be pierced. "If it was someone else, no. But you, Harry? I'd let you do anytim–aaah!"

Romilda sat down on his lengthy, pulsating cock of her own accord. She took it in rather masterfully, raising her chin up towards the ceiling to breathe out and moan while lowering herself further and further.

"Ugh…!" Harry felt a constant wave of hot pleasure run through his loins. She was tight, and the way she constantly lowered her walls on him squeezed him harder, his manhood going through experiences he had missed for so long. All that silky inside, the grooves and bumps, the clenches of her gasping breaths—it was heavenly.

Thank God Merlin! Not a virgin. Harry felt a sudden relaxed feeling, and his mind went empty. The pain was still there, and Voldemort was most certainly watching. But as the pent-up frustration released in that ensuing pleasure, he found more focus.

"Oooh… So deep~ You're big, Harry… So good~" Her words sung like long melodies close to his ear. Her fingers clenched onto the back of his shirt tightly, clearly finding it hard to adjust to his size aided by her juices. Yet, she kept pushing herself further and further down until she reached the hilt, "All of you inside mee-eh, baby..."

Yes, that feathery soft, and warm feeling did earn a few harsh clenches from Harry. He felt sweat under his feet gathering as his hunger grew. His palms greedily gripped her ass from below as he attempted to lift her and plow her in that position.

"Can you move?" He asked, his face buried at the side of her neck, where he left deep wet kisses.

Romilda nodded on his shoulder. "Umm… For my Chosen One… anytime."

That was the thing. Romilda wasn't into Harry Potter, but rather the Chosen One. He reckoned she'd spread her legs for about anyone as long as they were rumored to be the Chosen One—Neville? Ron? Remus? She'd do anyone.

To a degree, that reduced Harry's baggage as he felt not an ounce of guilt for doing this to her. "Then, I'll start."

Claps echoed—frightening, nerve-wracking, but exciting. Harry lifted her by the ass all the way to his tip and slammed her down with long full dives. At the same time, he'd shove his hips up a little for a more intense plunge, harder and deeper.

Very slow at the start, but over time, Romilda began to grind onto him. Her arms released Harry's neck, and she started deeply kissing him again to suppress her moans. But Harry never stopped and plowed her scorching core.

Every deep plunge pushed him closer to an intense release. Every long slide, in and out, made his mind calmer.

That book… What if I use that spell now? Will it still work?

Mindlessly, Harry kept doing it, in a true sense, savagely fucking Romilda while being seated. His hands gripped her ass so hard that his palms had to hurt her. But she never complained and soon joined in aiding the movements. She moved on her own to ride him and also clenched her insides to make it tighter.

Yet, Harry didn't react much with his mind preoccupied with what he had learned.

Come inside her… Only in—No! I will never do that! Harry felt Voldemort's voice trying to guide his actions, trying to make him ruin his life. Knowing if Romilda got a chance, she'd openly accept pregnancy and expulsion from school. No, no… So this is what you wanted?!

"Ah, yesss~ You're amazing, baby. Keep it going. I'm about to come, Harry!"

"No!" Harry suddenly grunted and shook as if awakened from slumber. He noticed his release was almost on the verge of erupting. "Not yet!"

Right away, he stopped and slid out of her sweltering, slimy depths that had stained his pants wet already.

Keeping his hands tight on her ass, he lifted her body and placed her harshly on the table. Then, he grabbed her neck and kissed her on his own before slowly pushing her back to lie down on the table.

His hands unbuttoned two more of her shirt buttons, revealing her black bra. He quickly pushed it up to her neck and claimed her swollen mounds with his rough palms. Soft, feathery, but with slightly larger dark nipples. He waited for his release to calm down and found some alternate pleasure in squeezing and tugging on her tight nipples.

"Mmmhmm… Don't stop, Harry." She pleaded at the absence of his cock inside, "P-Please… go inside again… Ah, I don't mind if you-oooh~ Come inside."

Of course, you won't mind that, witch!

Harry sneered and, with a rough, uncaring shove, lined his cock once again and pushed all the way in. Romilda's mouth could only let out a loud breath as her eyes widened in ecstasy. The sensation she longed for returned again.

"Oh, how much I missed that… Yess." She squirmed on the table, gripping the edges with her hands while Harry started to move mercilessly.

In and out, Harry went faster this time. His hands continued to maul her incredibly hot, alabaster mounds. At times he leaned into her and gripped her neck, too, his cock going in with frantic motions.

Thrusting, pumping, plowing, it was none of those. No, this was simple and savage fucking with no thought other than to slide in and out as hard and fast as he could.

Find someone else to play around with, Voldemort. Harry felt the magical chant that he had read in the book working somehow. Bellatrix is now mine. And I'll do her anywhere I want, and whenever I want! You can watch if you truly like her so much!

Perhaps an exchange of twisted personalities, Harry felt ruthless against his biggest enemy. Never realized how ruthless he went with Romilda too. Yet, the girl had nothing to say but how much she loved it.

"Raise them." Harry grabbed Romilda's ankles and rested them on each of his shoulders while hugging both her knees together against his chest so her legs were straight. The tightened entrance of her womanhood made it so much more tender and divine for Harry.

Squelching, wet, drenched sounds, nasty and brutish. The claps were audible for both of them, and in no time, her hot, scorching core squirted instead of just coming. Her loud moans turned to cries of pleasure.

But even then, Harry didn't stop, fucking harshly in and out and only letting a few jets of her watery release leak at times, dripping off the table.

"Oh, Merlin—You're amazing, Harry… n-nehvah… stop! Yes, yessss~" Romilda muttered through her release all the way to the end. Her belly throbbed like a bumpy ride on a broom. Her pussy tightened like the firmest grip.

Harry jammed himself in with such recklessness that he almost came inside. But his magic prevailed. His mind won that small battle.

"Argh!" Harry groaned and urgently pulled out of her completely dripping and coated, wet pussy. With his fist around his length, he jerked himself off rapidly and drizzled out long coats of his white seed all over Romilda's belly, bunched-up skirt, and a few drops gushing with such pressure that they landed on her face and lips.

It was such a wild release after such a long time that Harry could feel the spasms continue even after pumping out all that he had inside. For a few moments, he fell forward on Romilda's body, right between her legs.

His and her breath were equally ragged, but in their minds, they couldn't be different.

"So… We're a couple now?"

I knew it! Harry gritted his teeth, keeping his face resting sideways on her soft melons. Can't say no directly.

"I got too much to worry about these days, Romilda. Maybe after a few more meetings, we can try?" He said and tried to stand up. He didn't have to do much as shoving his shaft back in his pants and pulling up the zipper got him ready to leave. "See you later, Romilda."

Wasting no time, he gathered the books and prepared to leave. The headache was completely gone by now, and he felt fresh like a newly harvested mandrake.

"By the way." Just before he turned around the corner, he looked back at Romilda getting up with a big smile, "That was amazing."

"He he." She giggled, "For my Chosen One, anything."

Oh, how much Harry cringed on that. But he silently left after that short praise. After all, it was a fact she helped him with the headache and calmed his mind enough to try the method written in the books. In the end, he may have changed a bit. He was still Harry Potter.

Being kind to someone didn't require tax.

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It was perhaps the greatest day Harry had experienced in a long time. The fact that he could stop Voldemort from snooping into his head and affecting him meant a lot. On top of that, all that sexual release relaxed him like nothing else.

A fantastic day filled with a lot more reading of the same book, dinner with Ron and Hermione before finally returning to the Common Room and eating a bag of marshmallows by the fire.

Finally, when bedtime came, Harry took deep breaths and folded his arms behind his head. Ron's snores were already audible, tired from his trip to Hogsmeade, and the same for the others.

Harry stared at the ceiling, his glasses discarded and a smile plastered on his lips. If I can stop him, can I enter his mind and influence him?

Young and bold, he wanted answers. So he closed his eyes and tried to chant the same spells he had read in the book, with a very slight variation this time. Since Voldemort was connected to him, he reckoned it wouldn't be hard to connect.

What if he realizes and attacks me somehow?

The possibility was real, but the same Gryffindor trait he cursed Romilda for made him go on anyway. He continued to chant that spell non-stop in great hopes.

"...Ah… My Lord! Yesss~ Yess~ Oh, yes!"

Who's voice is that? Harry felt something, or rather, heard it. Moans? Doesn't sound like Bellatrix or anyone I know.

"Harlot! How many husbands have you murdered in your thirst for wealth? Is this enough? Is this Dark Lord enough?!"

"Yea-aaaah, my Lord… I'm all yours forever. Always, my Lord. My home, my wealth… All yours!"

Oh! Voldemort's doing someone? Ugh, I don't want to see!

Sadly, Harry saw it right that instant. He felt utter disgust but held back when he noticed the woman underneath himself—or rather, Voldemort; since he saw through Voldemort's eyes. The tall and lanky Dark Lord slammed himself deep into the curvy, middle-aged woman with black hair and strikingly big black eyes. Her black silky hair was spread wide and untied. Her heavenly large bosom jiggled with maddening thrusts.

"What do you think, Lucius? Will she remain loyal?" Voldemort looked up just then, and there stood Lucius alone with a mask on his face near the wall. "Do you think she'll remain loyal like your wife?"

This bastard! Harry cursed, knowing well that there was a high chance Voldemort knew about Narcissa's night with him.

"Her record isn't too good, my Lord," Lucius responded in a monotone voice, his face looking down instead of the bed in the middle. He flinched whenever the woman moaned loudly. This was not a comfortable place to be. "She'll betray us the moment she gets a chance. That's the kind of a witch she is."

"Hah! What about you, Rodolphus? And you, Avery?" Voldemort looked towards the other corners of the room. "What do you think?"

"She's not worth more than her current place, my Lord," Rodolphus responded, also not looking at the bed in the middle of the sizeable hall-like room. "None can replace Bellatrix."

"Correct!" Anger surged through Voldemort as he leaned down onto the woman's soft, ample bosom, pressing his chest on her. With his snakelike tongue, he licked from her neck to her lips, noticing a hint of anxiety in her eyes. He loved it and terrified her with slight chokes on the edge of becoming real. "What do you think? Dark Lord's pleasure woman seems like a fine position for a witch of your fame."

"Unnngh… N-Noh, my Lo-hrd… I can…. Do m-mor—"

This is insanity! Harry felt angered by what they were doing. He wanted to do something and save her from this. His hatred for Voldemort and his rage for the evil wizard increased manifold. The way he pressed her down completely disregarded her comfort, her well-being, and her life. The way he showcased her like a toy was utterly dehumanizing and soul-crushing.

"Aaaargh!" Voldemort roared all of a sudden, "No, I need no more snakes!"

What? Harry exclaimed, noticing Voldemort's tightening grasp on the poor woman's neck as she squirmed for breath underneath his merciless action.

I'll kill you one day, you monster! Harry groaned, trying not to watch anymore. I will make you suffer!

Harry stopped chanting the spell after that and let his senses return to his mind. However, the last of his emotions did go through and enter Voldemort's mind—hate, rage, anger, and desire to kill.

Consequences of which appeared the next day.

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Despite being relaxed, Harry couldn't sleep that night. The whole time, the incident he saw on Voldemort's side flashed through his mind. Finally, he knew why he acted so fiendish and brutish during sex with all the girls he bedded till now.

Finally, he realized why Hermione clearly didn't enjoy it. Who would if Voldemort's madness was the inspiration?

Yet, above all, he remembered the terrified face of that woman. What happened to her? Who was she? He wanted to know and save her if possible. Now that he realized his folly, nobody deserves to be treated like that, not even Bellatrix.

"You look like you saw a ghost," Ron mumbled, nudging him with his elbow as they all sat at the Great Hall for breakfast.

"Hm? Nothing." Harry shook his head and focused on the sandwich on his plate. He noticed Hermione's silent eyes full of concern on his right and, for the first time, realized how lucky he was to have her. Finally, the first reaction at her sight wasn't arousal or vice. "I just realized I was walking on the wrong path."

"Potter."

Thud!

"What do you want?!" Ron abruptly jumped to his feet and stood like a shield between Harry and the visitor. "Slytherins aren't welcomed here."

Harry sighed and stood up to look back. It was a boy he had never talked to before but had seen plenty of times. Bald-headed, tall, and dark-skinned. "What do you want, Zabini? Draco sent you?"

"No." Blaise looked Harry straight in the eyes, "I want to join you and bring down the Dark Lord."

Half of Gryffindor's side of the table turned silent.

Harry held his suspicions, "Why the change of heart? Draco won't be happy."

Blaise scoffed, his fists clenched tight, "I don't care. Last night, the Dark Lord killed my mother, and I want revenge."

"What?!"

With a snap, all those scenes from Voldemort's vision flashed again in Harry's mind.

That was her?

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