Chapter 19 - Another Trophy Earned II

Harry nodded and pushed Narcissa's body to his left, so she could lay down and rest there.

"Uh…" Harry breathed out heavily, almost with a yelp. He didn't realize when Bellatrix crawled between his legs like a cat and lowered her face, keeping her crouched hips raised high, showcasing her heart-shaped back. She gobbled his entire flaccid length in one go, sweeping everything with her scooping tongue.

Harry's toes curled, loving it and at the same time holding back moanful groans. Her curly raven hair touched around the skin of his groin, on his thighs, like tickling caresses of feathers. Her hands, one stroking his inner thigh, and the other gripping his balls gently, lifting them and licking them.

He had done Narcissa for almost an hour, so the possibility of quickly getting up for round two wasn't very high. So, he simply allowed Bellatrix to suck him to her heart's content.

"Ummmm…" Bellatrix hummed while mindlessly leaving puddles of spit all over his groin, making long, sticky strands whenever she pulled her face back for a few short moments. The drool got so much that it leaked in lines of droplets, sliding down to the base of his cock and coating his balls, which she used to massage his sack.

Now, alongside the clock and their breaths, a strange, nasty, wet sound constantly rang in the room. The scent of sex and more permeated the air, and Harry, a content man, lost in arousal at that moment, relaxed his arms under his head on the pillow.

The slobbering continued for half an hour. By then, Bellatrix was sweating, and some strands of her hair were stuck to her face. Finally, his cock had returned to its former glory, erect like a pole, veins bulging as much as the purple, thick cockhead.

Bellatrix had begun to stroke his length by then, pumping his need with her messy, sticky palm. But her other arm had already gone underneath her towards her greedy, starving petals, preparing them for her master.

Knowing the woman was too tired to properly fuck herself on his cock by now, Harry decided to take matters into his own hand, despite much exhaustion. Better do this than die, I guess.

"Lie down." He shifted and sat up, then pulled Bellatrix down.

She turned on her own and laid on her back, desperately raising her knees and spreading herself wide to welcome him.

Harry moved on his knees and got between the curvacious woman, her body a soft, fleshy furnace of lust. He dug his spread fingers into the skin of her thighs, spreading them wider as he settled his bulging knob on her dripping entrance.

"Q-Quick… My Lord! Let me feel you…" Bellatrix pleaded.

Harry glanced at her face and felt a shiver in his body. She had a wide, happy grin, flushed red skin, and her big eyes craving to feel him. I'll never understand her infatuation with Voldemort.

"Fine." With a regal reply, he speared in with a powerful, rough thrust. With her treasured flower already soaking wet, and his cock dripping with her spit, he felt no hurdle in entering all the way in. Having never birthed a child, and most certainly far less sexually active than Narcissa, he found Bellatrix tighter.

She was curvier too, making the hint of flesh on her belly, and her magnificent breasts jiggle along with his thrusting hips.

In and out, he fucked mindlessly, knowing he won't reach his release that quickly this time. He clawed at Bellatrix's thighs, raised her leg closer to his face, and gave a kiss to her calf, which sent electric shocks throughout her body.

"Aaaaah… Oh, yesss~ I'm close… So close… My Lord, do me, have me your way…" Bellatrix started rambling, shaking her head at the uncontrollable itch she felt in her loins. Anything new Harry did to her made her fall in love with her 'Lord' again and again. "Mmm… Use me—oh, so deep… so good…"

Harry kept a smug look on his face and enjoyed the sight of Bellatrix writhing under his cock's control. Her moans were music to his ears, even louder when he squeezed her delectable round peaks with his palms—kneading them, pinching her tight nipples with his fingers.

The entire bed shook uncontrollably from their mindless lovemaking, Bellatrix's dripping arousal leaking out from his powerful probes. Fast and frantic, he felt his and her breaths becoming rapid, but he only went harder and faster.

Yet, he felt something was amiss. So, he glanced to the side and noticed Narcissa sliding off the large bed and standing up, looking to grab her clothes, her pussy still leaking. "N-Narcissa… Come and sit on Bellatrix's face… let her clean you of my seed."

"Yesss~" Bellatrix hissed in desire. "Let me… Let me taste My Lord! I want to taste My Lord's seeds… all of it in my throat… Give it to me, Cissy!"

Narcissa froze in her place, speechless and embarrassed. She wasn't a maniac like Bellatrix, nor someone with a blind conviction to the Dark Lord. Heck, she despised the Dark Lord for ruining her happily married life. Everything was just perfect. And now, this.

"Narcissa Malfoy—I suggest you do as I command if you want my... aid."

"Oooh!" Bellatrix yelped for her sister, but couldn't speak clearly as Harry grabbed her wrists and fucked her harder, squeezing her jumping breasts between her arms. "C-Cissy… ah, come… let me…eh!"

Narcissa finally caved in and crawled back on the bed. She came over to Bellatrix, spread her knees, and sat her already sore, ruined slit down on Bellatrix's face. Right away, she felt the crazed plunges of a tongue so hard that it impaled her.

Harry got to see Narcissa face to face in that pose, their bodies so close. While he fucked the elder sister, Narcissa was fucked by the same sister's tongue—it looked and sounded so hot in Harry's mind that he wished he could take a picture.

"Kiss me," Harry ordered, commanding her to do what she had always been reserved about. "Do it…"

"Ummm…" Bellatrix kept eating Narcissa out.

Harry kept pumping his cock in.

Narcissa took a moment but then leaned forward to Harry and pressed her succulent, aristocratic, thin lips on Harry's. At last, she gave the kiss away, surrendering her body.

Lust, desire, embarrassment—she felt so many things. But as soon as she felt Harry's tongue probe through her lips, she forgot it all and welcomed it. She welcomed his hands that groped her breasts. She welcomed all he wanted to do with her.

"Ummm… I'm coming on my master's cock!" Bellatrix screamed, going back to licking clean Narcissa's pussy.

Despite Harry's heavy thrusts, Bellatrix arched her back, raised her hips, and shook intensely as if she were possessed by a ghost. She moved her hips on her own, left and right, up and down, having Harry ground his shaft deeper until she felt it hit her cervix.

Harry, busy kissing Narcissa passionately, didn't care anymore. Everything was arousing; everything was making him more and more lustful for these two beauties. He didn't realize when his cock started to twitch either and allowed nature to take its course.

"Ah, Harry…" Narcissa wriggled her lower lips on Bellatrix's tongue too. Yet again, the three were on the verge of coming simultaneously.

Harry saw that and made sure to keep it up until the two women were done with their climax. So, he slowed his pounding a little but made the plunges deeper. He experienced the tight contractions of Bellatrix's walls around him, making it harder for him to control.

But he let the two witches melt out their final release, one coating his cock, another coating her own sister's face. Both of them gasped for breath.

Harry seized the opportunity. He stopped holding back.

"Ugh…"

"Yess~ I can feel it!" Bellatrix cried, locking her legs behind Harry's hips. That made Harry fall forward, his face landing on Narcissa's breasts—not that he minded.

He just lost control of his release and let go, pouring every last drop he had left in him, bursting the slightly thinner fountain of his cream. It filled Bellatrix so well that her eyes rolled back, sadly not in Harry's view.

"It's in me… My Lord's seeds!" Bellatrix cried in bliss, "I can feel it flow in me, so hot… so warm… Ah, ah…" For no reason, Bellatrix still moaned.

Better hand them potions myself later. Harry decided, especially in relation to Bellatrix.

By then, Harry was utterly exhausted. He pulled out of Bellatrix, made Narcissa fall to the side on the bed, and then lied down between the two beauties, clearly more fleshy than himself.

"Mm… Thank you, Master." Bellatrix chirped and quickly hugged Harry's chest, throwing one leg on him, and resting her warm thigh on his resting cock.

Harry gave her his arm to rest her head and then looked towards Narcissa on his other side.

The ripe blonde beauty got the message and did the same, hugging Harry's form, pressing her breast at the side of his chest, and resting her head on his arm. She placed her hand on his chest and closed her eyes, her one leg locking over Harry's.

Is this heaven? Harry wondered, feeling the cloudlike breasts pressing him from both sides. Their warm bodies feel so great. Was this enough?

He still didn't know if Narcissa was ready to give him what he wanted. But for now, he decided to rest for an hour or two before moving on to the next part.

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