Chapter 33 - Sowing The Seeds III

Somewhere desolate in Scotland, Voldemort gathered his allies in one place. The mood was no longer calm. The storm had arrived and things after things continued to go wrong. Voldemort, confident of himself at the start, found himself with the realization that in his pursuit of manipulating Harry, he had turned Harry into another version of himself.

The cunning, the ruthlessness, the drive to do anything needed to succeed. He didn't expect such abilities to be possessed by the Boy Who Lived. Yet here he was, unable to enter Harry's mind anymore, his Horcruxes lost, and now his two top-most Death Eaters also gone.

On an open desolate grassy hill, Voldemort sat alone on a large stone, his palm caressing his bald head. All the Death Eaters stood around him at the same time, all afraid of saying anything. Only the snake, Nagini, approached the Dark Lord and coiled around him.

"All roads lead to war," Voldemort voiced. "The Malfoys failed me… their boy failed his mission. Dumbledore lives, and now Rodolphus is caught—Is this acceptable?"

"N-No, My Lord!" Yaxley murmured.

Voldemort glared at his Death Eater, his servant. "Then why do you stand here? Why does the Ministry still stand strong?! Crabbe? Mulciber?"

Voldemort felt like killing them all but he knew his hands were tied. He needed all the abled bodies he could muster for the battle ahead. But more than that, he desired to torment Harry Potter.

Now, aware that most of his horcruxes were destroyed, the fear of death felt very real for the first time. "Incompetence…"

He caressed Nagini, his prized possession. "We need to strengthen our numbers. We need Giants on our side, we need allies—Drag out pureblood rats who still hide. Give them the choice—death or serve our cause!"

"Understood, My Lord!"

Woosh!

"We will not disappoint, My Lord!"

One after another, the Death Eaters apparated away, more frightened than motivated to serve. In their minds, they had no option but to serve; for their Dark Mark would never let them escape.

Eventually, Voldemort was left behind alone. Caressing the head of the snake coiled around him. He sneered at the thought of Harry coming after him and his snake.

"He will have to face me eventually, and that shall be his end."

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Hogwarts,

Harry wanted to stay in the room with Bellatrix for the whole day and the whole night, but he ended up falling asleep on the bed during his second round while Bellatrix rode him, rubbing her breasts, hair, moaning while hopping on his cock until he spilled inside.

Then like a blanket, she fell forward on his chest, hugged him, and slept right there on Harry, giving him the pleasuring warmth of her soft body. It was enough for the Boy-Who-Lived to re-energize himself after the night-long hunt for Horcruxes.

But when he woke up, he woke up hungry and in need of a refreshing shower. So, he left Bellatrix for the time being and took a nice bath in the prefect's bathroom thanks to Ron's Prefect status.

What if Voldemort makes more Horcruxes? He wondered while lying in the warm pool water, bubbles popping around. I'll have to enter his mind again.

What worried him was the fact that he couldn't ever be sure that all the Horcruxes were dealt with. The only possible end was a face-to-face battle, and even then, he feared his death would be for nothing.

A dozen sighs and half an hour later, Harry walked out looking fresh, heading to the Great Hall to have dinner, and then return to Bellatrix for the night of passionate lovemaking. As expected, Dumbledore was missing from dinner, an eerie silence was present the whole time.

Slytherins are looking too silent tonight. Harry noticed. They didn't look at him, unlike most other times. But what he disliked the most was the absence of Hermione and the abundant presence of Ron Weasley still in his romantic phase with Lavender, both sitting tight against each other.

He's still not tired of her? Harry wondered. Having done it once with Lavender and Katie that one time, he didn't have a positive impression of her, at least not for his best friend.

Yet, what could he even do? So, he just ate his fill as quickly as possible and left the Great Hall. He took a few random turns in corridors, climbed stairs to get rid of anyone following, and then began making his way to Bellatrix.

"Potter!"

What he wasn't expecting was to be stopped by two Slytherin girls he had never really spoken with, or even looked at… Maybe a few glances because of their beauty, but that was it. He never had an exchange with them.

"Ms. Grengrass and Ms. Greengrass." Harry looked at the two sisters, one a blonde, curvy beauty, the other a brunette with a more lithe figure. "What can I do for you?"

"Can you win?" Daphne suddenly asked, her arms crossed underneath her bosom, giving it a more refined detail.

Harry focused on her face, her blue eyes fear-stricken for some reason. "What do you mean? Quidditch?"

"Against him—You know, him!" Astoria voiced, her shorter height and lithe form made her seem not as confident. "The Dark Lord."

Harry frowned, curious if this was yet another trap. "I've already won half of it. Now move aside, I have somewhere to be."

"No!" Daphne, showing a newfound courage, grabbed Harry's arm and stopped him. "We need a definite answer. Can you defeat him?"

"Why are you asking me that?" Harry interrogated back.

"Because… Because our options are limited now. The Dark Lord is going after all the pureblood families—You either support his cause or die… We need to know if you can win, Potter. We need to know which basket to put our eggs in."

On my cock!... What? Where did that come from? Harry frowned at his own devious corrupt mind. He averted his gaze from their faces.

"Lucius and Rodolphus were caught. Bellatrix is under my control. Most don't support the Dark Lord after he murdered Lady Zabini… after brutally violating her—Yes, I'm going to win against such a fiend," Harry confidently replied and continued walking, pushing the sisters aside. "It's your choice to believe it or not, I don't care."

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Harry had to retake a few detours to ensure nobody followed him. By the time he reached Bellatrix's room again, he was already feeling the itch to ram into her slit and spill inside. It had initially started as an emotionless exchange, but now he felt it was a very pleasuring, unique experience.

To not have to worry about consequences while he felt his balls emptying deep in her. It felt reliving and blissful, a sensation that was addicting. It was much different from doing Hermione or Tonks, both he couldn't afford to impregnate, not currently.

"My Lord!" Bellatrix welcomed him back, still as naked as their second round, but clean again, her hair done well, her mascara and lipstick redone.

She knows how to make a man happy. Harry muttered and approached her, this time with a different outlook than before. No longer his servant or hostage, but rather his woman, as cringe as it may sound to his own self.

While moving towards her, Harry removed his cloak, unbuttoned his shirt, and lowered his pants. One by one each piece of clothing left his body until he stood there as naked as Bellatrix.

Finally, when he reached her, his one hand slid to her waist, reaching behind her and pulling her in. Her breasts crushed against his lower chest, and her hand reached for his cock and started stroking.

Both of them looked at each other's faces, Harry with a hunger to put a seed in her, Bellatrix with the thirst for his body, love, attention, and of course, his seeds.

"Hmm…" Harry admired her. Her heart may be evil, but her beauty was top-notch. Despite her craziness, her aristocratic features couldn't be hidden. His one hand couldn't help fondle her large, voluptuous breasts; with sizable areolas and pale brown nipples, swollen, taut.

Her waist was thin, her hips wild like a goddess of fertility. With her big black eyes and wide lips, she was made to be fucked… fucked by him. Just the mere presence of her was enough to raise his cock to full mast, her hand an added bonus that aided.

"Let's… do something new, Bellatrix," Harry suggested and shifted on his feet. He moved behind her, his cock slammed straight against her hips. But both his hands instead caught Bellatrix by her wrists. "Let's have you helplessly… fucked!"

"Oooh…" Despite her wrists being held together, she somehow grabbed his cock with her palms and began to squeeze him.

Harry chuckled, grabbed his cloak from the floor, and took out a handcuff from it. Then, he tied both her arms behind her by the wrist.

"Now…" Harry turned her around once again, her breasts jutted out even more in that restrained situation as her arms and shoulders tugged towards the back. He cupped both her breasts with his palms and started devouring them, biting them all over the nipples. He wasn't gentle at all.

"Yesss~ Thank you… for this gift, My Lord!" Bellatrix, the crazed woman as ever, thanked him for the restraint.

Harry chuckled, having expected this outcome. Bellatrix did seem like someone who'd enjoy such a treatment. It made his lengthy cock twitch against her lower belly, probing and greedy to enter.

"Table," Harry ordered and made Bellatrix step back until she stumbled back. She fell back onto the table, both her arms pressed underneath her own hips. She couldn't do anything, not even stand up.

Harry silently dug his claws into her thighs and raised them, spread them apart, and stared at her dribbling pussy, the sticky coat of secretion an invitation to the man.

Harry did so and probed his purple bulging knob atop her entrance. But he didn't enter her and looked at her face, both his palms gripping her breasts until it ached her. He knew it excited Bellatrix, and he hoped this would be his parting gift.

"Beg for it," Harry ordered.

Bellatrix's eyes went wide. She tried her best to raise her head to look down between her legs. The heavenly sensation of Harry's cock was already fulfilling. "P-Please put it in, My Lord! Fuck me… Your Bellatrix… Put your offspring in me, give me your seeds, your love… I need it, please!"

"Hmm…" Harry drove in half-length and stopped, relishing in her mature tightness.

Pa!

Harry slapped one of her breasts.

Pa!

Then the second.

Pa!

He continued to smack them until they turned red as a tomato, swollen like his cock, her budding nipples ready to burst with nectar as an aftereffect.

"Heh… Heh!" Bellatrix panted in love. "Yess… I love it, My Lord! More! Give me more!"

Harry speared further in and reached the hilt of his cock, buried deep. He relaxed there and bent forward to her face. With one hand, he squeezed her face, making her lips the shape of 'o'.

Smirking, Harry went down and kissed her open lips. It was dirty as Bellatrix went overboard with her tongue. But Harry didn't mind as it was hot and a booster to his cock. He panted eventually and retreated, suckling her breasts while slowly starting to move his hips.

"M-My Lord… Have I ever told you? Y-oooh you're as big as a beater's bat!"

Harry amusedly beckoned his face from her breasts and focused on thrusting, teasing her clit. "And you still take it all in."

She giggled like a teenager in love. "Hehe—eeeh! H-how could I not, my Lo-ooohrd?"

Harry felt a burn in his balls at her giggle. Like a raging beast waking up, he made Bellatrix get up from the table. He then turned her around and shoved her against one of the walls, slamming her breasts against the wallpaper.

"Really? You like being fucked like this?" Harry whispered into her ears and made her arch her back forward so her hips rose back. Finding the spot, he slammed himself in again and began pounding hard, clapping her ass with his heavy shoves.

"Yesss~" Bellatrix moaned as her magnificent mounds smushed against the wall.

Harry scoffed and grabbed her black hair in a bunch, coiled them around his palm, and gripped it tight before pulling her face backward. He went in hard and practically used her hair to fuck her fertile slit, yanking her back into his cock.

His grip made her back arch further and her entire body left the wall's support. Just by her hair, she dangled forward, her pale white body turned red, her cuffed hands struggling against the sensual pain as she could do nothing.

"Mmmm… Oh, My Lord! I love you… I love your cock! I love your seeds… I'm yours… Hurt me… Break me!" Bellatrix mindlessly mumbled nonsense.

Harry, feeling not an ounce of mercy, pulled her body further back towards his chest. He grabbed her belly with one arm around her waist, keeping his front locked against her ass to drive into her gaping need.

At the same time, he turned her face by the hair and drew slobbering kisses from her lips. His glasses turned steamy already and slid down, falling away on the floor. It was all blurry now, but he couldn't stop; the warmth, the tightness, the silky sliding pussy of Bellatrix was too good.

"Mmmm…" She moaned into his mouth, helpless, surrendered to her beloved lord.

Harry did the same, grunting in pleasure as Bellatrix squirted over his cock, leaking her juices down to the floor. But his impaling thrusts dared not stop since his heat reached the peak at the same time.

"Ugh… ugh… ugh!" Harry panted out loud, sweating all over. He couldn't take it anymore and once again let Bellatrix lean forward against the wall. He let go of her hair and gripped her waist, slamming his cock harder, pulling her entire body onto himself, matching the pace. Her ass slapped onto him with squelching, wet noises.

"Give it to me… All mine… Thank you… Thank you, My Lord!" Bellatrix felt his cock twitch inside and welcomed his spill. "Thank you for choosing me second… I will cherish this blessing… Ah, aaaaah! Oooh!"

Drops of sweat dripping from his nose and chin, Harry finally shoved forward, standing on his toes in the fiery culmination. He exploded inside her, convulsing against her asscheeks, grounding his girthy shaft round and round, making sure his essence spilled deep, leaking through the tight narrow fateful canal to create life inside her.

"Hah…" Harry couldn't help himself, his body jolted on his own until rope after rope of his now watery cum ended.

Thud!

As he finished and retreated, he fell backward, reaching the bed. Bellatrix did the same as she turned around and laid down beside Harry, placing her head over his shoulder, one hand nastily rubbing his flaccid cock, her milky soft thighs over his knees.

Sweaty, warm, yet he felt no disgust. Heck, he felt like going again since the night had only begun. But he did feel the need to rest first.

"Wait!" He suddenly remembered something. "Second? What did you mean by second?"

Bellatrix moaned and straddled his cock again, rubbing her sensitive pussy over his even more sensitive limp cock. She began licking his masculine nipples, kissing his neck.

He didn't mind as it was a welcome experience. "Answer me, Bellatrix."

"Umm… Pregnant." She was too lost in pleasure. So much so that her answers came in parts. "O-Oooh… Hmm… She couldn't get the potion… Mmm… on time."

"Who?" He frowned.

"Cissy… mmm~"

"Narcissa?!" Harry exclaimed and tried to get up. He pushed Bellatrix back on his lap and sat up, staring at her face dumbly. "When?!"

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