Harry stirred to warmth against his cheek. His head was pillowed between soft thighs, smooth skin carrying the faint scent of rosewater mixed with a sharper musk that made his pulse quicken even before his eyes opened. When he blinked awake, the first thing he saw was the trimmed red thatch of familiar bush above him.
For a moment, he froze, stunned at the sight and closeness, but Lily shifted knowingly, pressing her hips forward until her swollen lips hovered over his mouth. The intimate and intoxicating smell rushed into his nose. He drew in a startled breath, and the taste clung to his tongue before his tongue even touched her. His cock twitched violently in response, jerking against the hot suction already pulling at it.
He could not see her face from this angle, but he felt everything. Her mouth worked steadily on his shaft, sliding lower with each stroke until the head nudged against her throat. Strands of her red hair brushed across his stomach as she moved, each slick pull accompanied by wet, obscene sounds that echoed in the quiet room.
A groan broke from his throat, muffled against the soft flesh above him. Lily's bubble butt pressed into his face, grinding herself down until his nose and lips were buried in her heat. Her voice hummed around his cock, words vibrating against his skin.
"Tongue out, baby. Keep it steady for me."
He obeyed without thinking, letting his tongue slip free. Lily immediately rolled her hips, smearing her arousal over his mouth. His lips and chin grew wet as she used his face with slow, deliberate movements. The taste spread thickly across his tongue, musky and salty, and his head spun at how wrong and irresistible it felt.
"Good boy… lick me there. Circle it. Yes, just like that."
Her clit throbbed beneath his tongue, and she shivered, thighs tightening around his head. He found rhythm, flicking and circling until her voice broke in gasps. Above him, her throat relaxed, taking him deeper, and he felt the head of his cock slide against her palate. She drew back with a loud slurp, then swallowed him nearly to the root, her tongue stroking the underside in long, wet sweeps.
The combined heat overwhelmed him. His stomach clenched, his balls pulled tight, and with a muffled cry against her pussy he came. His cock throbbed violently as hot spurts spilled into her mouth, pulse after pulse flooding her throat.
Lily swallowed greedily, milking him dry, her throat working around him until he sagged back into the sheets. She did not stop. A low moan vibrated through his shaft as she licked him clean, savoring the taste, while grinding her hips harder against his mouth.
"Don't stop, Harry. Keep licking. Mummy isn't finished."
Her folds smeared slick heat across his lips. He licked clumsily at first, overwhelmed, but her guiding voice steadied him.
"Slower now… circle me… yes, suck gently. Deeper, baby, push deeper."
He followed every word, teasing her entrance with his tongue, dipping inside until her hips rocked down to take more. Her thighs quivered, her breath grew sharp and high, and her whole body tightened above him. She shuddered and cried out, pressing down fully as her orgasm broke.
Warm fluid gushed from her cunt, splashing across his lips and chin. She clutched his hair, trembling violently, and her cries filled the air in ragged bursts. Hot streams coated his face, sliding down his cheeks and neck. He licked and drank what he could, his tongue smothered in her wetness, while she rocked desperately against him until the spasms finally slowed.
She gasped for air, easing off only slightly. Then his tongue brushed lower, over the tight ring of her arsehole. Lily jolted violently, her whole body arching with a strangled gasp.
"Harry… do you know what you just did?"
His muffled sound of confusion made her shiver harder. She stroked his damp hair, her voice rough with a new kind of heat. "You licked Mummy's sensitive arse. Do it again. Right there. My good boy."
He obeyed instantly, pressing his tongue against her rim. She moaned louder, hips bucking back uncontrollably.
"Deeper… tongue fuck me there. Yes, Harry, just like that."
He thrust his tongue into her tight ring, slow at first, then harder as she rocked back against his face. Every push made her body jolt, her muscles clenching uncontrollably as the forbidden sensation stripped away her restraint.
Her thighs clamped around his head, trapping him as she screamed his name. Her body convulsed in wild spasms, this climax hitting sharper and more violently than before. She squirted in hard gushes that sprayed his face and drenched the sheets beneath them. Her arsehole fluttered around his tongue as her cunt pulsed and poured, soaking him completely.
Hot streams splashed across his chest as she bucked above him, wave after wave leaving him drowning in her taste and scent. Still, he licked, tongue buried deep, until the final tremors left her collapsing forward onto her hands.
A husky laugh broke from her throat, her voice roughened by ecstasy. She glanced down at him, his face glistening, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and her wetness. One hand cupped the back of his head, stroking tenderly through the mess.
"My good boy," she whispered, still trembling with aftershocks. "You just made Mummy cum so hard."
At last, Harry's tongue slipped free as Lily sagged against him, her body quivering in the aftermath. He gasped for air, chest heaving, his face shining with her release. She shifted down beside him, legs still weak, and her eyes dropped to his lap.
His morning wood, slick with her saliva, had wilted against his stomach. The proud hardness that had filled her mouth so proudly only minutes before now lay softened, glistening with spit and seed. Harry bit his lip, frustration plain, jaw tight as though ashamed.
Lily's expression softened. She touched his cheek, thumb brushing gently, then bent to kiss his damp forehead. Her lips lingered with maternal warmth before she drew back, eyes gleaming.
"Do not look so disappointed, baby," she whispered. "Mummy knew this would happen after your first time."
He groaned softly, his voice rough. "I just… I want to keep going for you. I don't want to stop."
Her smile deepened, tender and hungry at once. She reached to the bedside cabinet, opening a drawer, and drew out a slim vial filled with pale green liquid that glowed faintly in the morning light. She held it delicately between her fingers as though it were sacred.
"This," she said, her voice husky with pride, "is very important. A potion reserved for heirs of old houses. My own brew. It enhances size, stamina, and the strength of a man's seed. It ensures he can continue the line and birth new heirs without failing. With this, you will never disappoint me."
Harry swallowed, staring at the vial. His cock gave a small twitch against his stomach despite its softness. "You… you made this for me?"
"For you," Lily confirmed, brushing her hand along his cheek. "Drink it, baby. Let me help you become the man you are meant to be."
She tipped the vial to his lips. He swallowed the warm, thick liquid, and at once, heat spread through his belly, sinking lower. He gasped, clutching at the sheets as the sensation gathered sharply in his groin.
His cock stirred in her hand, swelling almost instantly. Thick and flushed, it surged to full hardness before his eyes, rising longer and heavier than before. It reached a full eight inches, veins standing thick beneath the flushed skin, the crown glossy as precum welled and spilled in pearly beads down his shaft.
His balls tightened and ached, swollen with sudden weight, the skin stretched taut as though overfilled. The ache was not emptiness but fullness, as if they were already brimming, ready to release again and again.
A low, awed moan escaped him. "Mum… it's so much bigger… it feels like it's going to burst."
Lily's smile was radiant, her eyes drinking him in. She wrapped her fingers around the thicker girth, stroking him slowly from base to tip, smearing the slickness down his length. He twitched violently in her hand, his whole body trembling from the hypersensitivity.
"My beautiful boy," she whispered, pride and lust threading her tone. "Look at you. Becoming a true man for me. With this, you can satisfy me again and again. One day, other witches may be addicted to your cock, but you belong to Mummy first."
Her thumb spread the leaking fluid across his tip, and she bent to kiss his cheek with almost reverent affection. Then her eyes flicked back down, hungry, as she stroked him firmer, watching his cock throb and swell in her hand.
"Now," she purred, her breath hot against his ear, "let me show you what a wizard can do to his lovely witch."
Lily slid higher against the headboard, her flushed body glistening with sweat. Her breasts hung heavy and flushed, nipples stiff from arousal. She spread her thighs wide, knees drawn up, opening herself shamelessly to her son. With one hand, she stroked her clit, with the other she parted her cheeks, baring the tight ring of her ass as an invitation.
Her green eyes burned into his. "Trust your instincts, Harry. Take what you need from Mummy."
Harry's chest heaved, standing naked behind her, his cock jutting out proudly. His eyes locked onto the sight of her spread wide for him, her pussy fold still wet from her earlier releases, her arse open and waiting. His breath came ragged as he climbed between her legs.
The thick head of his cock pressed against her arsehole, glistening with his saliva. The resistance made his stomach knot, and then with a push, he slid inside. The heat closed around him, impossibly tight, squeezing him with every inch. He gasped sharply. "Merlin… Mum… it's so tight… so hot."
Lily's head fell back against the headboard, a moan ripping from her throat. Her fingers worked frantically at her clit as her other hand dipped into her pussy. "Yes, baby. Mummy loves it too. Deeper. Stretch my ass."
Harry's hips moved in small, awkward thrusts at first, but the wetness smeared across her rim made each push easier. Soon, he was sliding into her steadily, his cock buried to the hilt in her backside, the clench of her ass milking him each time he pulled back. His hand tangled in her fiery hair, pulling her head back to bare her throat, while his other hand came down hard on her cheek with a sharp smack.
The sound cracked through the room. Lily cried out, her breasts bouncing as she jerked forward from the impact. But her cry melted into a wanton moan. "Again, Harry. Spank me again. Show Mummy how much you love her body."
He obeyed, spanking her until her pale cheeks flushed red beneath his hand. He fucked her with more force, each thrust harder, deeper, the slap of his hips against her ass loud and wet. He bent low, licking the sweat from her back as she writhed beneath him.
Harry lost himself in the rhythm. His cock pumped in and out of her ass in steady, driving strokes, the heat and pressure surrounding him unlike anything he had imagined. Every time he withdrew, her rim clung to him, reluctant to let go, before he forced himself back inside with a wet glide. His balls swung heavily against her as he thrust, the ache in them deep and constant, begging for release. His breath came ragged, his chest slick with sweat, his muscles burning as he pounded into her.
Lily clutched the bedding with one hand, her body rocking with every thrust, while her other hand worked her clit furiously. The tightness in her ass was stretched to the edge, every push of his cock sending sparks of sensation racing through her belly. She moaned without restraint, her voice high and pleading, tears pricking at her eyes from the intensity. "Yes… yes, Harry… Mummy's ass is yours… keep pounding me like that… you make me feel so full."
The pressure coiled too fast for Harry to hold back. His grip on her hair tightened, his hips slamming home in a final hard rhythm. He groaned deep and loud as his cock throbbed violently, releasing in hot, pulsing streams inside her ass.
Lily arched, feeling the heat flood her, her cunt spasming around her own fingers as she came alongside him, gasping in ragged sobs.
At last, he pulled out, his thick shaft sliding slickly free. A rush of his cum followed, leaking in a wet trail down the curve of her ass and dripping onto the sheets below. Lily shivered at the sensation, her thighs shaking as she caught her breath. As he sagged against her, his hand clutched her shoulder with a whine.
"Not yet, Harry," she moaned, her voice raw with need. "Mummy's cunt is still hungry. It's aching for you. Fill her too like you filled my ass. I need your cock where it belongs."
Lily's body was still trembling from being taken in her ass, but her hunger had not dimmed. She shifted quickly, pushing Harry down onto his back. His cock, still hard and swollen from the potion, stood thick and glistening between his legs. She straddled him in one smooth motion, facing away, guiding his length to her soaked folds.
She lowered herself slowly, pressing his wet crown against her slick folds. His cum, smeared from her ass, mixed with the fresh gush of her arousal, coated him as he slid in. Inch by inch, her pussy stretched around him, swallowing his cock with greedy resistance.
Harry groaned at the sensation. The shift from her tight ass to the hot, wet clutch of her cunt nearly undid him on the spot. The walls fluttered around him, slick and pulsing, gripping him as though her body refused to let go.
"Oh fuck," Lily cried out, her hands flying to her breasts. She clawed at them, squeezing the heavy mounds as her hips sank all the way down. His cock filled her completely, the depth of him making her body quake. "So big… stretching Mummy's cunt open… yes, that's it."
The wet squelch of her cunt sliding over him filled the room as she began to ride, hips grinding in wide circles before lifting and dropping again.
Harry groaned, his hands gripping her waist hard, steadying her as she bounced on his cock. Each thrust drove deeper, slick and relentless, the sound of her dripping heat squelching louder with every movement. She looked back over her shoulder at him, sweat dampening her loose hair, green eyes blazing with raw lust.
"Don't stop. Give me everything. You were made to fuck me like this," she cursed, her voice breaking into ragged cries as her breasts bounced in her hands. She pinched her nipples, moaning wantonly. "Yes… fuck me harder, Harry. Fill me again. Cum in Mummy's cunt."
Their voices tangled, moans and gasps overlapping as their bodies slapped together in wet rhythm. Harry's grip tightened until his fingers dug into her waist, his own voice breaking into groans as his balls tightened. Lily ground down harder, circling her hips, milking him shamelessly.
The pressure broke in him first. With a strangled cry, he erupted inside her, thick spurts flooding her womb. She gasped at the sudden heat and clenched down on him, the sensation dragging her over the edge as well. Her voice pitched high, cursing loudly as she shook through her climax, grinding against him to wring out every drop.
Just as their cries echoed through the room, a sudden knock rattled at the door. Lily froze, her body stiffening above him, but the danger only heightened the intensity. The thrill of being nearly caught sent a jolt through them both. Harry thrust up into her again, and she came undone with another loud cry. They shuddered together, her pussy spasming around his cock while his last spurts spilled deep inside her.
Panting, drenched in sweat, Lily slumped forward on his thighs, her cunt still pulsing around him as the echo of the knock lingered in the air.
Their bodies finally eased, shuddering with the last spasms of climax. Lily slid carefully off Harry, his cock slipping free with a wet sound, leaving her stretched and messy. A hot dribble of his seed began to seep slowly from both her holes, sliding down her inner thighs. She clenched instinctively, but she could feel it leaking, slick and shameful.
With a whispered charm, she cleaned the worst from their skin. Be it Harry's stomach, her thighs, but she dared not draw attention to the cum still inside her, nor to the warmth still spilling gradually out as her arsehole clenched tight. Instead, she straightened, summoning a thin silk nightdress from the foot of the bed and pulling it over her flushed skin. The fabric clung to her curves, sticking where sweat dampened her, the faintest damp mark already forming between her thighs.
"Quickly, baby," she whispered, leaning close. "Get your clothes back on. Then lie down and pretend to sleep."
Harry was still completely naked. He grabbed his discarded trousers and tugged them over his hips, his cock half swollen and sticky, then shrugged into his shirt. He left it unbuttoned in his haste and slumped back against the pillows, stretching out as if he had been asleep all along. His eyes closed at her command, and his breathing slowed.
Lily bent to kiss his damp forehead, smoothing his hair with tender fingers. "Mummy will take care of this."
The knock came again, louder this time, rattling the frame. Lily's eyes narrowed. "I'm coming," she called.
Harry cracked one eye, smirking faintly. "You already did," he murmured.
Her head snapped toward him. She pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhh." A neat flick of her wand drew the worst of the wet from the sheets. "Tergeo." The fabric dried, but the heavy musk of sex still hung thick in the room. Beneath her nightdress, she could feel another slow trickle escaping, hot against her skin, but her expression remained carefully composed.
She drew the nightdress tighter around her body, angled the door to block the bed from view, and pulled it open in one smooth motion.
Bellatrix Black stood waiting, arms crossed beneath her breasts, a knowing smirk on her lips.
"Well, well," she drawled, voice rich with amusement. "That explains the performance. A symphony of moans echoes down the corridor."
The musky scent rolled past Lily into the hall. Bellatrix tilted her head, breathed it in, and ran her tongue slowly across her lips with a low hum, as if savoring it.
Lily stiffened, knuckles whitening on the frame. "You should mind your own business, Bellatrix," she said, voice sharp and protective.
Bellatrix chuckled, eyes glinting as they flicked toward the darkened room behind Lily. "I do not need to look inside anymore," she said softly. "I can smell it."
Her laughter curled through the doorway like smoke.
Lily forced her jaw steady. "And why are you here, Bellatrix? You don't knock on my door at this hour without a reason."
Bellatrix's smirk deepened. "Oh, don't get so prickly, Lily. I only came because I was asked. Your little symphony woke the elves. One of them ran to me in a panic, begging me to see if someone was dying in here."
Her laughter was low, mocking. Her tongue slid across her lips in slow satisfaction. "No need to scare the poor creatures. They thought you were being tortured. But from what I heard, you were being anything but."
Lily's cheeks burned. For a heartbeat, shame pricked through her, but suspicion quickly followed. "An elf came to you?" she asked sharply. "Why you, of all people? They would sooner run to the kitchens than approach you."
Bellatrix only chuckled and waved the question away. "Details, Lily. Nothing to fret over."
She turned, her steps carrying her down the dawn-lit hall, then glanced back with eyes glinting dark amusement.
"You can dress as if you came out of a bath, but you can't wash away what I heard… or hide the glow of a satisfied woman."
Her laugh echoed down the corridor as she disappeared into the shadows.
Lily shut the door firmly and pressed her back against it, chest rising and falling. The light creeping across the room caught the damp sheen clinging to her nightdress. A fresh trickle slid down her thigh beneath the silk, warm and humiliating, but she ignored it, forcing her composure to remain steady.
On the bed, Harry cracked both eyes open, his mouth tugging into a sly grin. He stretched, shirt hanging loose over his bare chest, and sat up. The sheets, though dried, still held the heavy musk of their coupling. With a sharp flick of her wand, Lily erased the last lingering stains, vanishing the proof of their rutting. Then she reached for his hand.
"Come," she said softly. "We need to wash before anyone else comes sniffing around."
He followed her obediently through the adjoining door into her private bath. Steam curled upward, carrying the faint fragrance of rose oil. The wide marble tub glistened in the candlelight, already filled with hot, rippling water. Lily slipped her nightdress from her shoulders, letting it fall soundlessly to the floor. Her pale skin gleamed in the soft light, still faintly marked by his hands.
Harry shed his clothes with less grace, trousers and shirt tumbling into a heap by the wall. His cock, flushed and softened now, still twitched faintly with the aftershocks of their passion.
Together they stepped into the steaming pool. The warmth embraced them, easing sore muscles and rinsing away the sticky traces that clung to their thighs and bellies. Lily sank back first, reclining against the smooth wall of the tub, and drew Harry into her arms.
His chest pressed against hers, his head resting against her breasts. The water lapped gently at their shoulders, rose-scent drifting in slow curls around them. Lily's fingers stroked lazily through his damp hair, tracing slow circles over his scalp. His eyelids drooped, exhaustion tugging at him, but he leaned into her touch as though it anchored him.
For a long while, neither spoke. Only the soft drip of condensation and the muted splash of water disturbed the quiet.
At last, Lily bent her head close, her lips brushing his ear. Her voice came low and possessive, each word steeped in certainty.
"No one will ever love you the way I do," she whispered. "No one will ever know you the way Mummy does."
Her arms tightened around him, as though sealing a vow. Harry let himself drift into the haze of warmth and exhaustion, his eyes closing to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.
…
Hogwarts buzzed with unease. Whispers followed Harry in every corridor: The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. After Filch's cat, Colin Creevey was found stiff and pale, his eyes wide and unseeing, clutching his camera as though frozen mid-step.
Rumors spread as quickly as fear. Students clutched talismans and protective charms, convinced they might be next. Whispers claimed the Irish were the first to be targeted, not by the monster, but by their own friends.
Their "lucky charms" were vanishing at an alarming rate. By breakfast, the common joke was that Irish students were hoarding everything from lucky soap and lucky cards to lucky underwear, muttering about hexes if anyone dared touch them.
Bellatrix Black thrived on the fear that gripped the castle. With a sly smile, she announced a new Dueling Club, insisting the students should be taught to defend themselves properly. Unlike Flitwick's careful instruction or the stern discipline of Snape and McGonagall, her lessons were ruthless. She unveiled hexes, jinxes, and spells nobody dared even whisper about in the common rooms, each demonstration laced with a hint of madness and the thrill of danger.
That evening, the Great Hall had been cleared, benches pushed aside. Students crowded around the edges, their voices hushed with anticipation. Bellatrix prowled the center, robes swishing, wand twirling lazily between her fingers.
"Pair off," she commanded, her tone rich with amusement. "Let us see who among you has some survival instinct."
Harry found himself opposite Hermione. Her expression was almost determined to prove herself before the watching eyes. Across the way, Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis leaned together, their blonde and brunette heads close, whispering behind their hands.
"Look at him," Tracey muttered, not nearly softly enough. "Bet Harry's going to whoop the know-it-all's arse."
Daphne smirked. "Or maybe he'll get his arse handed to him by the Gryffindor girl."
The two Slytherin girls snickered together, their whispers carrying just enough for Harry and Hermione to hear.
Hermione's eyes flashed, but she said nothing, gripping her wand tighter. Harry caught the exchange, his mouth twitching.
"You two planning to duel each other, or just practice gossip charms?" he asked dryly.
Daphne tilted her chin. "Oh, don't mind us, Harry. We're just enjoying the show. Let's see if the Boy Who Lived can beat his clever little friend without holding back."
"Don't call me little," Hermione snapped.
Bellatrix clapped her hands, eyes alight. "Begin."
Hermione struck first, wand flashing as she cried, "Rictusempra!" A silver jet shot toward Harry, but he twisted aside and flicked his wand to deflect it. He pivoted on his heel, sending back a quick "Tarantallegra!" that streaked low toward her feet. Hermione countered with a sharp "Finite!" Sparks scattering as the spell dissolved. The crowd murmured in approval, her movements neat and exact.
Harry flowed around her defenses, not polished but natural, every reaction quick and instinctive. His wand snapped again, another "Rictusempra!" lancing across the space. It struck true, catching Hermione off balance. She staggered backward, her wand slipping from her hand.
Silence filled the hall for a heartbeat, then whispers erupted.
Hermione's cheeks burned, half from the sting of losing, half from Daphne and Tracey's giggles.
"Oh, that was quick," Tracey called, her tone sugary and cruel. "All that studying, and Harry still had you flat on your back."
Harry's eyes narrowed as he looked at her. "You volunteering to test that next?"
Tracey flushed but grinned, hiding her smirk behind Daphne's shoulder.
Hermione bent to retrieve her wand, her lips pressed tight. She did not look at Harry as Bellatrix's voice rang out.
"Efficient. Just as I like it." Her applause was slow and mocking. "You have a gift, Potter. And Miss Granger, you lasted longer than I expected."
Hermione bristled, but said nothing.
Bellatrix dismissed the rest with a wave. Daphne and Tracey paired off gleefully, firing hexes at each other while laughing under their breath. One by one, students filed from the hall until only Hermione lingered near Harry.
"Potter," Bellatrix said lazily, lounging back into her chair as the Dueling Club wrapped up. Her quill scratched idly across a parchment she had no real need of. "Stay behind."
Hermione's head snapped up from the edge of the dueling platform. "He should be allowed to leave with the others," she said quickly.
Bellatrix's lips curved. One arched brow lifted in mock surprise. "Are you questioning a professor, Miss Granger?"
Hermione's voice faltered. "I only meant—"
"Run along," Bellatrix cut her off, her tone sharp as steel beneath the silk. "I need him."
Hermione hesitated, jaw tightening. Her gaze darted to Harry, desperate for him to protest. For the briefest moment, jealousy flared hot in her chest, unwelcome and unhidden. "This isn't fair," she whispered.
"Life rarely is," Bellatrix replied, eyes glittering. Her next word cracked like a whip. "Out."
Hermione's fists clenched at her sides. She opened her mouth, but Harry shifted where he stood, meeting her eyes. His face gave nothing away, but his voice was calm, deliberate. "Go on, Hermione."
Her throat worked. For a heartbeat, she looked as if she might refuse, but then she turned sharply and strode away. Her footsteps rang hollow on the marble floor until the massive doors boomed shut behind her.
Silence pressed down.
Bellatrix's smile widened as she rose from her chair, sweeping past the scattered dueling tables. "Come along, Potter," she murmured, her tone low and taunting. "We cannot have a private word here."
Harry followed without speaking. Students' voices still echoed faintly in distant corridors, but Bellatrix cut a sharp path through the castle, her robes swirling behind her. They climbed the stairs in silence, the torches flickering as though stirred by her presence. At last, she led him into a shadowed corridor and through a carved door bound with iron.
Her quarters smelled faintly of parchment and smoke, laced with clove and wine. She moved gracefully to a desk strewn with papers, sitting with her back arched and her wand tossed carelessly across the wood.
"I hardly see you these days with your friends on the weekend," she murmured, her voice silken as she dipped her quill once more. "Lily must be keeping you very… busy."
Harry stiffened.
She chuckled low, her other hand drifting from parchment to brush lightly against his thigh. The movement was slow, deliberate. Her nails grazed the fabric, teasing upward with calculated pressure until she felt him twitch beneath.
"Well," Bellatrix purred, her lips curling, "at least you are not too tired for me."
Bellatrix dipped her quill again, eyes fixed on the parchment in front of her. The steady scratch of ink filled the room. Her free hand slid casually across the desk until it brushed Harry's thigh.
"Closer, Potter," she murmured without looking up.
He shifted forward, pulse racing. With a flick of her wrist, she tugged open his trousers, the button snapping free. The zipper slid down, and his underwear came away in one smooth tug, baring him to the air. His cock twitched upward, half hard already, swollen from the tension simmering between them.
At last, she glanced down, lips curling. Her fingers toyed idly with the sparse tuft of hair at his base. "Adorable," she purred. "Barely grown, already knocking up fantasies in your mother's bed. Does she laugh at this little patch when you fuck her, or does she just spread herself and beg for her baby boy?"
Harry's jaw tightened. "She doesn't laugh," he rasped. "She… she loves me."
Bellatrix chuckled, low and wicked. "Oh, sweet boy. Love makes the filth taste even better."
Her hand closed around him firmly, pumping in slow strokes. His breath hitched, hips twitching forward despite himself. His fingers dug into the edge of the desk.
"Stop…" he gasped, though his cock pulsed thickly in her grip.
"Your body says otherwise," she whispered. Her quill never stopped scratching notes across essays, her wrist moving smoothly even as the other hand worked his shaft. "Does Lily stroke you like this, hm? Or does she only climb on top and squeeze you dry?"
His face burned crimson. "She… she does both."
The words tumbled out before he could stop them, shame and heat choking his throat. Bellatrix's laugh was sharp with triumph.
The pressure in him coiled too fast. His thighs trembled, his groans building, spilling raw from his throat. His cock jerked violently in her fist.
"Morganna!" he choked.
Hot spurts erupted across her hand and the desk, thick ropes striping her fingers. She milked him mercilessly, every squeeze dragging another gasp from him until he sagged against the desk, panting and weak.
Bellatrix held up her palm, seed dripping in strands between her fingers. She licked it slowly, moaning at the taste, sucking each finger clean until her lips shone.
"Delicious," she purred. "I see why Lily keeps you hidden."
Harry swallowed hard, eyes still glazed. "You're twisted," he whispered hoarsely. "She'll kill you if she finds out."
Bellatrix knelt before him in one graceful motion, robes pooling around her like a dark river. Her hand slid up his thigh, nails scratching lightly, before she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the swollen head of his cock.
Harry's breath caught. "No, don't…" he stammered, but his hands clutched the desk edge instead of pushing her away.
Her mouth sank deeper, hot and wet, tongue swirling as she took him halfway in one glide. She hummed low in her throat, the vibration making his hips jerk forward.
"Stop," he groaned, his voice breaking as she drew back with a wet slurp, only to swallow him again. His cock stiffened fully, throbbing in her throat, the earlier orgasm doing nothing to blunt his sensitivity.
Bellatrix smirked around him, dark eyes flashing upward as she bobbed her head faster. Her tongue lashed the underside, teasing every ridge, while one hand pumped the base. Drool slicked her chin, dripping onto her robes, but she only moaned louder, savoring his taste.
Harry gasped raggedly, thighs trembling. "Stop… ah… we shouldn't," His words collapsed into a desperate groan as his hips betrayed him, thrusting shallowly against her mouth.
Her pace grew merciless, her throat relaxing to swallow him deeper. The wet, obscene sounds filled the chamber, echoing off the stone. His knuckles whitened on the desk, his jaw clenched tight as heat surged in his gut.
"Bella," he gasped, warning useless, his eyes squeezing shut. His cock pulsed violently, and with a strangled cry,y he spilled down her throat in hot, gushing spurts.
She moaned as she drank him, gulping every drop, not spilling a single streak. Only when the last twitch passed did she release him with a lewd pop, licking her lips clean. Her hand gave him a final stroke, coaxing a weak shiver out of his overstimulated body.
"Mmm," she purred, licking the last string of his cum from the corner of her mouth. "Twice in one sitting. You are full of surprises, Potter. No wonder she sucks you dry. Poor thing's been parched for years."
Harry slumped back against the desk, breath shallow, color rising in his cheeks. "You're… insane," he said hoarsely.
Bellatrix rose gracefully, seizing his chin and kissing him hard. Her tongue invaded his mouth, coating his tongue in what she'd sucked from his dick moments ago. When she pulled back, her lips curled into a glinting, savage grin.
"Because I can," she whispered against his lips. "And because Lily should learn to share."
She shoved him back into his trousers, fingers lingering just long enough to draw another breathless jolt from him, then straightened with casual ease. "Come along, Potter. Let us show Mummy what a good boy you've been."
His eyes widened. "You're mad if you think she'll just let this go."
Bellatrix smirked, looping her arm through his as if escorting a suitor. "Mad? Perhaps. But I do so love a family affair."
Together they walked down the quiet corridor, her laughter curling like smoke in the dim light. Harry's legs were unsteady, his cock still aching from use, his lips marked by her kiss.
At last, they reached Lily's quarters. Bellatrix didn't bother knocking. She shoved the door open with a flourish, dragging Harry in beside her.
Lily stood waiting, her nightdress clinging to her damp skin, wand already raised. Her gaze snapped to Harry first, then to Bellatrix's smug grin and the faint sheen still glistening on his lips.
Bellatrix licked hers deliberately, humming in mock delight. "I thought I'd return him to you… warmed and ready for another round."
Lily's nostrils flared the moment Bellatrix swept Harry into the room. His cheeks were flushed, his shirt hanging loose, his lips still damp from a kiss he had not given her.
Her eyes narrowed. "You touched him."
Bellatrix leaned against the doorframe as if she owned the place, her smile sharp as glass. "Touched? My dear Lily, you make it sound so tame. I tasted him." Her tongue slid across her lips with deliberate slowness. "Young, eager… You do spoil him."
Harry froze between them, pulse hammering in his throat. Lily's jaw tightened, her wand steady in her hand. "He is mine."
"Mine?" Bellatrix's laugh coiled low in her chest like smoke. "You sound jealous, Lily, as though you do not trust your little boy to stay loyal. Perhaps you should remember that men tire of one flavor quickly, even when that flavor is their mummy's."
"Say another word like that and—" Lily began, but Bellatrix tilted her head and cut her off with a purr.
Bellatrix only tilted her head, a purr slipping from her lips. "Or you could stop hoarding him and finally share. You in front, me behind. Imagine how beautifully that scene will be. We would show him what the true pleasure of being pressed between mature women feels like."
Harry's breath caught, heat flooding him despite the danger in her words. "Mum, she is…" His voice cracked, torn between protest and aching desire.
For a heartbeat, the room was silent. Then, to Bellatrix's surprise, Lily's lips curved into the faintest smile. "You think I wouldn't allow it," she said softly, her voice trembling with steel. "But maybe Harry deserves to know what it feels like to be fucked by two women at once."
Bellatrix's grin widened, delight glittering in her eyes. "Well, well," she whispered, stepping closer. "Maybe I misjudged you, Lily. I rather like this side."
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Thanks for sticking with the ride so far!
The story is building toward a true harem path. Daphne, Tracey, Hermione, and even Mrs. Greengrass are planned additions. But first, Bellatrix takes the stage as she discovers Lily's little secret boy toy in the next chapter. The 4th chapter might be Hermione, who wants to save Harry from incest, from being reduced to a plaything, or from Pansy Parkinson, who's determined to outshine Daphne among the Slytherins!
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