Chapter 9: Mission Accomplished
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A week had passed, and Harry had taken up residence in the extravagant Four Seasons suite. He found himself lounging on the plush sofa, a glass of fine whiskey in hand, as he watched Bellatrix and Narcissa converse animatedly across the room. Bellatrix wore her customary leather pants, hugging every curve of her lithe figure, and had paired them with a sleeveless top that showed enough skin for Harry to notice a new piercing on her navel. Narcissa, on the other hand, donned tight jeans and an equally tight shirt, both of which did little to conceal their enticing figures.
The past week had been a whirlwind of business meetings, strategic planning, and—he couldn't help but grin to himself—late-night entertainment. The sisters had certainly made him feel at home, attending to his every need with an eagerness that was both thrilling and slightly disconcerting. Yet, as he sipped his drink, Harry couldn't deny the allure of these two powerful women who kept him company. And the sexual tension between them had been rising. The DOM had confined them to the hotel until the completion of the mission to capture Voldemort, dead or alive.
He had put expansion spells on the room and it now housed three separate beds evenly spaced out, a rather large terrace with a set of tables and chairs under a pink umbrella to enjoy the city view. A mini bar / kitchen had expanded near the entry door and the bathroom had been left the same.
Considering their intimate relationship with each other they were casual about roaming in their undergarments for brief moments when they got dressed but Harry knew. He instinctively knew there was a deeper game at play here.
His obvious scenario was a threesome. Easiest to clear the air, tension and have fun in the process. The problem was the sisters. While they had no problem sharing the same man they were skirting the edges of the discussion between them to sleep with him in turns or together. There was no doubt they were just as horny as he was.
The sexual tension within the room had grown thicker with each passing day, and Harry knew that it was only a matter of time before it boiled over. The sisters had been flirting with each other and him more openly as the nights went on, teasing him with hints of what could be if he were to take the leap.
Harry finished his whiskey and stood up, deciding it was time to break the tension. He sauntered over to where the sisters were talking, intruding on their conversation with a confident smirk. "Ladies," he drawled, "I believe we've been dancing around this for long enough."
Bellatrix and Narcissa turned to him, their eyes alight with interest. "And what might that be, Mr. Potter?" Narcissa purred, her voice dripping with seduction.
"The three of us," Harry said bluntly, gesturing between them. "We all know why we're here, both professionally and... otherwise." He let his gaze linger on their bodies before meeting their eyes again. "I think it's time we address the elephant in the room... or should I say bedroom?"
The sisters exchanged glances, a mischievous glint in their eyes as they silently communicated without words. Finally, Bellatrix smirked and sauntered up to Harry, her hips swaying sensually with each step. Standing mere inches from him, she ran a fingernail down his chest, causing goosebumps to erupt on his skin. "Well, Mr. Potter," she purred, "it seems like you've finally grown tired of playing games."
Narcissa joined them, sliding her arm around Harry's waist and pressing her body against his back. "And here I thought you were enjoying the chase," she teased, her breath tickling his ear.
Harry swallowed nervously, aroused by the closeness of these two enchanting women. "I don't know about you two," he said, his voice a low growl, "but I for one could use some... distraction."
Bellatrix chuckled, her emerald eyes sparkling with desire. "Well then, who are we to deny a man in need?" She took his hand and led him towards the center bed, with Narcissa close behind.
Without further ado, Bellatrix took off her top revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her firm supple breasts. Harry's mouth watered as he looked forward to feeling them up close and personal, and by the hungry look in Narcissa's eyes, she was thinking the same thing. Bellatrix's gaze locked with Harry's as she flicked open the front clasp of her bra with a practiced movement, the fabric pooling at her feet. Her breasts spilled out, pert and perky with hard pink nipples that seemed to invite his touch.
"Your turn," Bellatrix purred, raising an eyebrow in challenge. Narcissa swallowed hard, her eyes transfixed on her sister's naked breasts. For a moment, it seemed as if she might back out, but then she took a deep breath and reached for the hem of her shirt. Slowly, she lifted it over her head, baring her own creamy white skin to their hungry gazes.
Where Bellatrix was thinner and more angular, but no less alluring, Narcissa was curvy and voluptuous. Her pink lace bra cupped her full, heavy breasts, accentuating their pertness. Harry couldn't help but stare at the deep cleavage between them, aching to bury his face in their softness.
"Mmm," Bellatrix purred approvingly, running a finger down Narcissa's collarbone. "You're just as beautiful as I remember." She leaned in and captured her sister's lips in a passionate kiss, their tongues entwining as they explored each other's mouths hungrily. Harry's heart raced at the sight of two such enchanting women entwined in a heated embrace. His desire for them grew tenfold, and he found himself aching to join in their carnal dance.
Narcissa moaned into Bellatrix's mouth as her sister's deft fingers unclasped her bra, freeing her bountiful bosom. Bellatrix couldn't help but marvel at her sister's luscious curves, so different from her own body yet equally enticing. She cupped Narcissa's breasts in her hands, squeezing gently, eliciting a gasp from her.
Harry's eyes were transfixed on the scene before him, his cock hardening in his trousers. He knew that he couldn't just stand by and watch any longer; he had to be part of this wicked game. Quick as lightning, he undid his belt, pulled his trousers off his ankles and shirt off his head getting naked and ready to party.
Bellatrix caught sight of Harry's rock hard cock and smirked. "It seems like someone is enjoying the show," she purred, breaking away from Narcissa's lips. "Well, come on Cissy, let's join him."
Narcissa and Bellatrix let their pants and underwear drop to the floor, joining him in the nude. Harry's breath caught in his throat at the sight of the two naked sisters before him. They were every bit as exquisite as he remembered, if not more so, in better lighting. Narcissa's body was voluptuous and curvy, while Bellatrix was sleek and toned, like a predator in the night.
Both were standing on their knees on the bed in front of him. Bellatrix grinning and Narcissa smiling but blushing. Harry's gaze was drawn to the valley between their legs, skin glistening in the light of the room. He couldn't help but admire how perfectly smooth and clean-shaven they both were.
Bellatrix's pussy was tight and compact, while Narcissa's lips were plump and juicy, her inner lips peeking out, one slightly longer than the other, beckoning him closer.
Harry couldn't believe his luck. Here he was, standing naked in front of two of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. And they were both looking at him with lust and desire in their eyes.
Bellatrix grinned wickedly as she crawled towards him on the bed, her movements seductive and feline. Narcissa followed suit, her cheeks flushed with excitement and arousal.
They both kneeled in front of him, their bodies mere inches away from his own.
"Which one do you choose?" Bellatrix whispered huskily, her hand reaching out to caress his cheek.
"Both," he said firmly.
Bellatrix grinned even wider, her eyes alight with mischief. "I like your style," she purred before leaning in to capture his lips in a searing kiss.
Narcissa followed suit, her hands running down Harry's chest before coming to rest on his thighs. She kissed him passionately, her tongue exploring every inch of his mouth as she raised her hand, her fingers trailing his skin and wrapped her fingers around his cock.
Harry groaned with pleasure at the warmth of her hand as she stroked him, and he felt himself hardening even more.
Narcissa broke the kiss first, her eyes glazed over with lust. "Tell me how much you're enjoying this," she breathed, her voice almost a growl. Bellatrix grinned and sat back on her heels, her eyes never leaving Harry's face as Narcissa leaned in to kiss and nibble on his neck.
"Top three, definitely," he replied, looking at Bellatrix with a cheeky grin and then moaned when her hot mouth moved in sharply and engulfed one of his nipples, sucking hard enough to make him arch his back in pleasure. Narcissa released his cock and trailed her tongue down his stomach, scooting back to be able to bend enough between his thighs, her tongue swirling around his balls before taking him into her mouth.
Bellatrix looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, her mouth still sucking on his nipple. "I'm glad we're living up to your expectations, Potter," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She pulled away from his chest, smirking at the wet patches her mouth had left behind.
A wicked grin playing on her lips. "Oh, you're going to love this," she purred before returning her attention to his sensitive nipple.
Harry couldn't help but moan as the twin sensations of Bellatrix's talented mouth and Narcissa's warm, wet mouth on his cock overwhelmed his senses. His hips bucked involuntarily as Narcissa's tongue swirled around the tip of his shaft before taking him deep inside her mouth. Her lips caressed every inch of him, her skilled tongue flicking against the sensitive underside as she sucked him hard.
Bellatrix noticed his reaction and let go of his nipple with a wet pop. "Mmm, seems like someone is enjoying himself a bit too much," she purred, running her nails lightly down his stomach. "Get up here, Cissy!"
Narcissa reluctantly pulled away from Harry's cock with an audible 'pop', a string of saliva connecting their bodies for a moment before breaking. Bellatrix pushed him down on the bed by his shoulder violently and then giggled and smashed her lips into his.
Harry's world spun as Bellatrix's forceful kisses left him breathless. Her tongue invaded his mouth, dueling with his own, waiting for the other to yield and Harry broke the kiss with a gasp, spots blinking in front of his eyes.
Bellatrix laughed and moved away, allowing Narcissa to slide her thighs on either side of his face, her slick pussy mere centimeters from his face. Harry didn't need any further invitation; grabbed her ass and pulled her down and buried his face in her pussy, taking a deep whiff of the intoxicating scent of wet womanhood. He inhaled the musky, earthy aroma, allowing it to addle his senses.
Narcissa gasped and arched her back, exposing her wet folds further to his insatiable tongue. Harry wasted no time as he flicked his tongue out, lapping at her swollen clit before plunging it inside her velvet depths.
"Oh, I think our boy likes it rough," Bellatrix laughed with delight as she straddled his thighs and began grinding her pussy on his cock, getting it wet, getting her wet.
Her rocking motions only served to further excite him and he ached to bury is cock in her pussy.
Narcissa's moans above him grew louder as he continued his assault on her pussy, teasing and tormenting her swollen nub with his skilled tongue. He loved the way she tasted, a heady combination of musk and sweetness that made his cock throb even more.
"Oh Merlin, Harry," Narcissa moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she thrust her hips harder against his face. "Don't stop, don't ever stop!"
Bellatrix raised her hips and pressed his cock against her pussy, moaning as she slowly sank down, feeling his girth open her up and take her breath away. Harry groaned into Narcissa's pussy, grinding his hips against Bellatrix's wet heat in a matching rhythm to the one she was setting above him. He could feel every hot, wet inch of her enveloping him, as if she were a silken glove made to fit him perfectly.
Above him, Narcissa's moans grew louder still, her nails digging into his scalp as he continued to lap at her swollen clit. Bellatrix's movements became more urgent, her breathing ragged and uneven as she gyrated her hips against him. His cock twitched inside of her, rubbing against the walls of her tight channel and sending shivers of pleasure coursing up her spine.
"Oh fuck yeah," Bellatrix moaned.
"Unngh!" Narcissa cried out, cutting off Bellatrix's words, her body tensing above him as she came undone in his mouth. Her juices flooded his mouth, the tangy taste of her release causing his cock to throb even more inside of Bellatrix.
Harry held her ass and her body shook, her thighs gripping his head in a vice, Bellatrix grinding into his hips, his cock deep inside her pussy. He waited a moment as Narcissa gasps became longer and then pushed her aside. She landed beside him with a squeal and laughter and Harry focused his attention on Bellatrix, his eyes gleaming with promise of fucking her as he looked into hers, gleaming with the challenge of bring it on.
"That's it," he growled, grabbing Bellatrix's hips and picking up the pace. "Ride me harder."
Bellatrix obliged, her breasts bouncing with each forceful movement as she bounced up and down on him. His hands roamed freely over her supple form, squeezing and kneading her firm breasts and pinching her erect nipples, eliciting moans and gasps that mingled with the wet, lewd sounds of their passionate coupling. The bed creaked and moaned beneath them as their frenzied pace intensified, the room filling with the aroma of arousal and sweat.
Pushing his hands away, wanting control, Bellatrix leaned forward, her hands on either side of Harry's shoulders. She ground herself against him, rotating her hips in a circular motion as she rode him faster and faster, their moans echoing off the four walls of the hotel room.
Harry's fingers dug into Bellatrix's hips, urging her onward, as he thrust upwards into her. His cock hit the perfect spot within her with each powerful stroke, causing her to cry out incoherently.
"Oh Merlin," Bellatrix panted, her eyes screwed shut in concentration. "Faster, Harry! Faster!"
Harry took her words as a challenge and thrust upward as Bellatrix came crashing down on him with renewed vigor, their bodies slapping together with every powerful movement. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she tilted her head back and let out a drawn-out moan that only spurred him on further. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they approached the precipice of release together.
Narcissa, still breathless from her own climax, propped herself up on her elbow to watch the erotic sight before her. She couldn't help but touch herself as she admired the view: Bellatrix astride Harry, her alabaster skin flushed pink from exertion, her breasts bouncing hypnotically with each animalistic movement; Harry, his muscles tense and flexing as he drove upwards into Bellatrix's molten depths, his jaw clenched in a grimace of pleasure-pain.
"Oh... oh god... I-I'm..." Bellatrix moaned, her entire body tensing as she felt the familiar coiling sensation in the pit of her stomach. Harry's rhythm didn't falter, if anything, he sped up even more, his hands leaving imprints on her hips as he guided her body to meet his own.
"That's it, Bella," he growled, his voice guttural and raw with need. "Come for me, baby. Come for me now!"
The final thrust was all it took. Bellatrix arched her back, her head thrown back in ecstasy as her orgasm washed over her in a tidal wave of bliss. Her inner walls clenched around Harry's cock, milking him mercilessly as she reached her peak, crying out his name over and over again.
Harry followed suit moments later, burying his cock deep inside her as he came with a loud groan, his eyes scrunched shut as his hips jerked involuntarily and he spilled himself within her, his seed mixing with hers in a hot, sticky rush of release that left them both gasping for air.
As their breathing slowed and their heart rates began to return to normal, Bellatrix collapsed on top of him, her chest heaving against his own. Sweat cooled on their bodies as they caught their breaths, their breath mingling in the quiet room. Narcissa watched them with a satisfied smile on her face, her fingers still idly playing with herself as she enjoyed the aftermath of their passionate encounter.
"Well," she purred eventually, stretching languidly on the bed beside them, "that was... invigorating."
They shared a look between them before collapsing into fits of laughter, their mirth reverberating off the walls of the hotel room. The three of them lay tangled in a sweaty heap on the bed, their bodies still intertwined, as their breathing returned to normal.
"Bloody hell," Bellatrix panted, her face flushed and hair sticking to her forehead. "That was... awesome."
"I didn't get my turn," Narcissa pouted, tracing her fingernails lazily down Harry's spine.
Harry shifted to face her, his cock flopping onto his thigh glistening with his cum and Bella's juices. "Get me hard, we can fuck," he said with his signature cheeky grin.
Narcissa giggled and swotted his arm. "Bella! Get ready for me will you?"
Bellatrix looked up from her side of the bed. "Well look who's bossy side is out to play," she teased. "Well alright, I guess I did hog him. Get up against the headboard, Harry."
"Sure thing," Harry said with a chuckle and scooted back, his back pressed against the board.
"Thanks Sis," Narcissa said with a giggle and climbed onto Harry, pressing her lips into his.
Bellatrix rolled her eyes and shifted herself across his thighs and grinned wickedly before taking the skin around his balls between her teeth and bit down gently making him yelp as he made out with Narcissa.
"Bella!" Harry gasped. "Careful with the goods yea?"
"You just focus on Narcissa," she sniped back and took his twitching cock fully into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it, coaxing it back to life.
Narcissa grabbed his face forcing him to look back at her. "Eyes on me, stud," she growled and with a growl of desire, Narcissa pressed her lips hard against Harry's, her tongue aggressively seeking out his, their mouths locked in a passionate dance as her hands fisted in his hair. Harry's eyes flashed with hunger as he met her fervor, his own tongue tangling with hers, timidly at first but soon matching her eagerness. They devoured each other's mouths, their kisses getting messier and more heated by the second.
Meanwhile, Bellatrix continued to work her magic below, rolling his balls between her fingers before sliding them one by one into her mouth, sucking and suckling on them as Harry moaned louder into Narcissa's mouth. Bellatrix grinned wickedly around the warmth of him in her mouth before moving back to the shaft of his cock, licking and teasing it mercilessly with her tongue.
Harry's hips bucked involuntarily as Bellatrix increased her pace, bobbing her head up and down his shaft, back to full hardness now, while Narcissa continued to ravage his mouth with her tongue. His hands found their way to Narcissa's soft, supple breasts, squeezing and kneading them with perfectly applied pressure making her moan into his mouth at the contact and broke the kiss for air. "Oh Merlin, your hands..." she gasped, closing her eyes in ecstasy. "More..." she purred, arching her back towards him invitingly.
Harry didn't need any further prompting. He cupped both breasts firmly in his hands, massaging them greedily as he pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Narcissa's back arched even more as she moaned into the room, her hips grinding against him in unspoken desire. Bellatrix took this as her cue and moved to the side, giving Narcissa the space she needed to lower herself down onto Harry's rock-hard cock.
Narcissa lowered herself onto him with exquisite slowness, her eyes locked with his as she took him inch by excruciating inch. She whimpered and moaned with each centimeter that disappeared inside her, savoring the sensation of being filled by him once more. When she was finally seated all the way, their hips flush against one another, they both groaned in unison, overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensations coursing through their bodies.
"Merlin, you feel so good," Narcissa panted, her hands bracing herself on his chest as she began to move. Her hips rolled in a circular motion, creating delicious friction against his length, both of them moaning and panting as their bodies slapped together in a rhythm.
Bellatrix watched them with an appreciative grin on her face before crawling up and wrapping her arms around Narcissa's neck from behind. She leaned in close to her sister's ear and whispered something that made both of them giggle before Narcissa's movements became even raunchier, her hips bucking harder and faster against Harry's.
Looking at both of them conspire ignited his desire to dominate. Narcissa saw the look in his eyes and her eyes widened and her motions slowly and a squeal of delight left her throat as Harry raised his torso, grabbed her waist and expertly lifted and rolled her underneath him.
"Harriee!" she laughed, her voice high pitched, eyes alive.
Harry, on his knees, pushed her thighs apart and grabbed her hips, lifted her up as he settled in between, his cock sliding against her sloppy pussy.
"You girls had your fun. Now it's my turn," he said, his voice, heavy, breathing hard, eyes burning with lust.
He didn't give her time to respond as he angled his cock at her hole and thrust his hips forward, burying his length inside her in one smooth, powerful stroke. Narcissa's eyes flew open as she arched her back, her fingernails digging into the sheets beneath her as a mixture of pain and pleasure exploded through her core.
"Oh Merlin, Harry," she moaned, her voice hoarse with desire.
He only growled in response, his hips already setting a punishing pace as he pounded into her. Bellatrix watched his pace with wide eyes.
Harry's thrusts were relentless, each one driving Narcissa closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Her moans filled the room, bouncing off the four walls of the chamber, and Bellatrix felt herself getting even wet again as she watched.
As if sensing her need for release, Harry reached down and grabbed Narcissa's wrists, forcing them above her head against the headboard.
"That's it," he growled into her ear, his voice a low growl. "Let me hear you scream, Cissa."
And scream she did. As their bodies collided over and over again, Narcissa's orgasm barreled towards her like an oncoming train. Her back arched even more as Harry twisted his hips just so, sending her careening over the edge into oblivion. Her screams echoed around
the chamber, her body convulsing beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure racked her body. Harry's thrusts didn't relent, however, and he pressed on, his own climax building with each hard thrust.
Bellatrix, watching them with lust-filled eyes, couldn't take it anymore. Two fingers disappeared between her folds as she began to furiously rub herself in time with their movements. Her eyes never left the erotic sight in front of her as she mimicked their motions on her engorged clit.
"Oh Merlin," Narcissa panted, Harry fucked her into the bed, her legs flailing about, her mind spinning. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." she chanted.
Harry felt Narcissa's walls contracting around him, milking his cock as she rode out her climax. With a final, guttural moan, he slammed his cock deep inside her one last time before he exploded within her depths, his seed spilling deep inside her womb. He collapsed forward onto Narcissa's heaving chest, both of them gasping for air as their heartbeats slowly began to return to normal.
Bellatrix let out a high-pitched squeal as she came alongside them, juices dripping down her thighs onto the sheets below. She bit her lower lip to stifle any more moans that might escape her lips. Her orgasm washed over her in waves, shuddering through every fiber of her being before finally subsiding.
Once they had caught their breaths, Harry gently pulled out of Narcissa and flopped onto his back on the bed next to her. Bellatrix collapsed next to Narcissa who was just staring at the ceiling, her eyes wide breathing hard.
Harry closed his eyes, still trying to catch his breath as a satisfied smile crept onto his lips.
"Merlin," Narcissa panted, her chest heaving. "That was... unbelievable." A deep, satisfied grin spread across her face as she turned to look at Bellatrix, who lay beside her with a similar expression.
Bellatrix gave her a sultry wink. "I told you it'd be good," she purred, running a hand down her damp thigh. "But I didn't expect him to be that good."
"Oh everyone keeps underestimating me," Harry retorted in amusement. "I almost always exceed expectations."
Narcissa and Bella laughed. One a giggle, the other a snort.
Harry yawned and stretched out on the bed, his eyes closing. "I don't know about you two, but I could sleep for days," he mumbled, his voice thick with contentment.
Narcissa chuckled, running her fingers through his sweat-soaked hair. "You've earned it, stud," she purred, before yawning herself. "I'm not far behind you." She nestled into his side, her naked body spooning against his.
Bellatrix watched them for a moment, a small smile playing on her lips. The bizarre chemistry that had developed between the three of them intrigued her. Scooting closer to them, she draped an arm over Harry's chest and rested her head on Narcissa's shoulder.
In no time at all, the three of them drifted off to sleep, their spent bodies craving the rest they so desperately needed.
-x-x-x-x-x-
Early in the morning, Harry woke up and quietly slipped out of the tangle of naked women on either side of him.
It was time to check in at the department.
A quick bath later, he got dressed and silently teleported to the special apparation chamber in the department of mysteries, reserved for unspeakables like him.
He made his way to Croaker's office, knowing the man would be there day or night, sleeping in a room at the back of his office when he needed it, especially when there was a live mission.
He knocked on the door.
"Come in," Croaker's gruff voice barked.
Grinning, Harry entered and just as he suspected. Croaker was at his desk, feet on the table, a whiskey glass in his hand.
Harry chuckled and took a seat at the desk. "I take it everything went well?"
"Days ago," Croaker said with a shrug. "We're in the clean up phase."
"And you didn't think to let me know?!"
"Knew you'd check in soon enough," he replied lazily.
Harry huffed and rolled his eyes. "You're in a good mood."
Croaker just smiled and removed his legs from the table to sit back up straight. "Mission Accomplished," he said, lightly raising his glass to Harry. "Have a drink."
Harry didn't know whether to laugh or be concerned. He decided to ignore it. Maybe this was just a rare insight into what a deliriously happy Croaker looked like.
"Early in the day. But sure. Why not," Harry said, reaching for an empty glass and the bottle of single malt. "So what now?"
"Now? You're part of Clang's team of clandestines now. Time is at your mercy." Croaker laughed. "Boy is it in trouble."