Chapter 9: Madam 'Beatrice' Rosmerta & Poppy Pomfrey
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Beatrice had a smile on her face as she watched as her establishment was filled with a multitude of youngsters. She had made a gamble back in '72 when she took what her parents had left her and opened the 'Three Broomsticks' in Hogsmeade.
It had been slow going at first, but when that first slew of students came in on the first Hogsmeade weekend she had immediately been grateful she took that gamble. She had made back her investment in '76 and had a little nest egg for herself that had turned into an eagle's nest over the past two decades. Aside from the business, the smile on her face was due to what she saw at a table in the back.
Harry Potter, son of James and Lily, was sitting in a corner booth, a gaggle of ladies around him. All having a good time and being the teenagers they were. No worries about the war that loomed over their heads, no worries about school or anything. They were just teenagers enjoying themselves. He gave the twin sisters on either side of him a kiss, saying something to them before he gave a small ~pop~ and then appeared right in front of her.
"Aaah, practice well spent! How are you, Madam Rosmerta?" He smiled at her, looking remarkably like James in that moment, but the eyes of Lily Evans shone at him. Eyes that made her heart flutter softly.
"Well, Mr. Potter, I am doing just fine. I see you have a table of ladies all to yourself." She tsk'ed softly, mockingly. "What would your mother say?" She winked and he chuckled softly.
"She'd tell to that it is a counterclockwise motion and a firm intoning of 'Opponit ' pointed at the abdomen." He smirked and got a soft laugh from the beautiful buxom woman in front of him, and a soft slap on the arm.
"And there is James and Sirius." She huffed and smiled at the memory. "What can I do for you, Mr. Potter?" She put the glass she had been cleaning down, leaning forward on the counter, unconsciously showing him her cleavage.
"Well… what I'd like for you to do for me, and what you can do for me is two different things, Madam." He winked and she huffed softly, smiling. "A round of butter beer for the ladies if it's not too much trouble, and some of that delicious lamb stew of yours. I missed breakfast." He coughed softly. "I had a… late night." He gave her a wink and she raised an eyebrow.
"Is that so, Mr. Potter?" He nodded and she leaned forward, whispering to tease him. "Just in case you are wondering, it's clockwise with a firm intoning of 'Fertilitatem ' for those extra long nights." She expected a blush or a firm denial, that was one of her favorite ways to do so, and was lightly taken aback at his grin.
"Oh dear, are you offering, Madam?" He looked scandalized, but it was obviously a jest. "None of my girls are ready for that… but you are a woman. I suppose if you were up for it." He gave her a wink, eyes raking over her form, but only half joking as he leaned in and whispered himself. "I'd be more than happy to indulge you, Madam." He gave her wrist a soft caress and she shuddered softly beside herself. She had talked to confident, cocky men, but usually, it was all talk. It seemed he had a bit to back up on. She hummed softly and leaned back, giving him a look over.
"I close at 9 pm, Mr. Potter, unfortunately, curfew is at 8 for Hogsmeade." She teased gain, but then grinned when he laid his hand on the counter, the Black Family signet flashing for a moment. She purred softly and then stroked his hand. "10 pm it is then, Mr.Potter. Don't keep a lady waiting." She winked and he gave her a low growl before he went off to his table after paying her the required galleons. Another soft ~pop~ had him between his girls again, all of them started to talk with him once more. Rosmerta shook her head softly, she would probably break the boy, but at least he would enjoy it.
It was 8 pm when Harry decided he would take a walk around the halls before making his way to Hogsmeade. Humming softly to himself but making sure his senses were out for anyone around him. He paused before he turned a corner then stepped back a few feet before stopping his humming and speaking.
"You can come out from around the corner. I know you're there, whoever you are." He had his wand out, and true to form someone stepped out from around the corner. He repressed a smirk as Prefect Malfoy and his two bookends came into view. "Prefect Malfoy, how are you?" He got a growl in return, though it sounded like a kid imitating a dog than the scare tactic he was going for.
"You think you're so clever, don't you, Potter? Making a blood traitor out of my mother, then dissolving my marriage contract? Don't you get it, Potter? Your time is coming. Your time is almost up. The Dark Lord will make short work of you, and i'll have my wife anyway." He smirked, a truly disgusting sneer coming on his face. "I might even make your little slew of mud blood whores playthings for me and my friends here." He grinned triumphantly at Harry's darkening look.
"Don't… make promises you can't keep, Malfoy. I might now have the magic that your half-blood master does, but you're nothing to me. He isn't here to save you, it's just you and me. So, be careful." He glared but didn't make a motion to move, Draco huffing.
"Obviously breeding with filth has taken away your ability to count. There are three of us, Potter! I guess you'll have to have it pounded into you. Grabbe, Goyle, make him remember why it's stupid to mess with the house of Malfoy." They started towards Harry, cracking their knuckles as they did so. In a flash, they were bound and silenced and Harry was dodging out of the way of a sickly yellow spell that splashed harmlessly against the wall.
"Entrail Expelling curse, Malfoy? Who taught you that one, Rabastan or Rodolphus?" He kept moving as more spells came his way.
Conjuring when he couldn't dodge, or shielding when something came a bit too close. He sent his own spells back, using Spanish and parseltongue to throw off Malfoy. The hallway was alight with spell fire, and the darker curses had been registered with the wards, so more than likely there were professors on the way. It wasn't very long either, unfortunately, a certain greasy-haired git showed up first.
"Expelliarmus! " Said Snape as he pointed his wand at Harry. He was surprised when Harry kept hold of his wand, even more so when it vanished and Harry raised his arms in an obvious show of no longer being a threat.
"One hundred points from Gryffindor, and a months detention with me, Potter. That includes a revoking of your Hogsmeade privileges." He smirked and Draco had the same look on his face, but Harry did not bluster or yell. Instead he crossed his arms and waited. Not two minutes later the Headmaster and his Head of house came down the hall. Harry smiled when he saw them. The headmaster spoke first.
"What is going on here, Severus? The wards alerted me to dark magic being cast." He looked between the two teens, McGonagall listening for the explanation while she did the same.
"I caught Potter here throwing dark spells at Malfoy. It is obvious you have let him get too big for his britches. I have docked him points and he is to serve detention with me until the new year. I suppose that means he will not be going anywhere for the holidays. Pity." He smirked, letting his enjoyment show as he said this. Dumbledore looked pensive but turned to Harry.
"And your side of the story, Mr. Potter?" Harry smiled, this is the way it should be. He opened his mouth to speak but the grease stain spoke again.
"Oh, like you need to listen to his lies. I told you what happened, Headmaster. That should be enough." He huffed like a petulant child, and Harry raised an eyebrow. Dumbledore raised a hand and nodded to Harry. Harry first presented his wand, handle first to the headmaster.
"For checking, sir." He then went on to explain everything that had happened. Not leaving out a detail of Malfoy's little speech. As Dumbledore listened he checked Harry's wand, and did see that only defensive spells and conjurations were made. He handed the wand back and then turned to Draco with his hand outstretched.
"Now, your recount as I check your wand, Mr. Malfoy?" Draco huffed and crossed his arms.
"I am the pure-blood scion of house Malfoy, he is clearly lying. He has a second wand somewhere." Dumbledore sighed and looked at his potions master.
"Severus, his wand." Snape looked like he wanted to tear into Harry again, but a stern look from Dumbledore got him to get the wand from a fuming Malfoy. He spit out some very much made-up story about Harry taunting him and then paled as he saw the smokey names of the spells come up from his wand. He swallowed softly and shuddered, looking at the rather angry headmaster.
"First, Severus, your punishments to Mr. Potter will be transferred accordingly to Mr. Malfoy, with an extra hundred points deducted, not to mention his detentions will be with Minerva and Argus. Secondly, his magical guardian will be notified, as his parents are incommunicado." Severus got a bit of his smirk back at that.
"Well, what will I need to be talked to about, Headmaster? I do not think these punishments are justified at all." He was smirking at Harry as he said this. Dumbledore handed the wand back to Severus, who gave it back to Malfoy, who also had a smirk on his face. He then frowned and turned to Harry, who just smiled. Dumbledore looked confused until the young Lord spoke.
"I am afraid, Severus, that you are not the guardian of Scion Malfoy." He grinned at the sneer on Snape's face.
"Of course I am, you stupid boy! Just as arrogant and hot-headed as your father!" He spat with venom, but Harry just grinned wider.
"As scion Malfoy's parents are both out of reach, it falls to the Lord of his mother's house to be his magical guardian." He let his ring show and gasped as if surprised. "Well… look at that. It seems that I am Lord Black. I do believe the punishments will be staying, and might I make a suggestion, Headmaster?" Dumbledore nodded, a bit of a twinkle in his eye. "Scion Malfoy is not to have his wand unless he is in class. It will be given to him at the beginning, and taken from him at the end for the duration of his detentions." Dumbledore seemed to be thinking about it, and Severus went ballistic!
"Headmaster! This is preposterous! He is a boy himself, and younger than Draco. He is just proving how arrogant he is! Let this happen and you are condemning Draco to ridicule and bullying." He nodded as if that was the be-all and end-all of the discussion. "Come, Draco. Your detention will start tomorrow." The was halted by the anger in the headmaster's voice.
"Severus Snape! I did not dismiss you, nor did I say anything in regard to my decision being overturned! The punishment stands.Your wand, Draco." He held out his hand, and Draco saw red.
"This is all your fault, Potter!" His wand was out and a spell left his lips before anyone could halt him. "Crucio! "
Harry went to move, but he was clipped by the spell. Falling to his knees and letting out a short, but anguished cry of pain. Draco's spell was full of pure fury, so it was more powerful than Harry had expected, but it was still nothing to that of Tom's, so he could deal with it. He thankfully only had to endure the curse for a few seconds before Draco was knocked unconscious. Having surprised the adults into in-action for those few seconds, Dumbledore was quick to recover. He twitched softly on the floor, having fallen to his side from the unexpected curse. Panting softly as he slowly got to his knees.
Looking up to see Draco bound, silenced, and out cold. Surprise on Snape's face as he looked at his godson, and rage on McGonagall's. Dumbledore's face filled with rage and disappointment. He turned to Harry with a frown on his face.
"We shall discuss this later, Mr. Potter. Let me take you to Poppy until she deems you able to hold such a conversation." He nodded weakly, and slowly stood, supported by Dumbledore as he walked with a twitch to his movements. McGonagall levitated Draco behind her, Snape stood in the corridor still shocked and torn between the events.
Poppy Maria Pomfrey came out of her office with her wand drawn with the wards to her domain went off. Her eyes immediately went to the mop of black hair that entered the doors, but then noticed that the boy attached said to the mop was being supported by the headmaster, with Minerva and a floating Mr. Malfoy behind him. She directed them to beds and then started waving her wand over them. Harry, surprisingly, was the first one to speak.
"S-Sorry… P-Poppy. W-Wanted to visit you for t-tea. N-Not treatment." He grinned and then shuddered, Poppy huffing andlooking to the headmaster.
"Cruciatus exposure, Poppy. About 5 seconds worth. Mr. Malfoy is to be put in stasis until he can be dealt with, he is the caster of the curse." Poppy gasped for a moment before she bustled over to her cabinet and took out a potion that looked like a loo after a night of bad fish. She tipped it to give to Harry but he put his hand up. She was about to berate him when he took out his wand.
"S-Sabor a-a menta ." There was a green flash over the vial before he took it and downed it. Shuddering as the after-shocks of the spell faded from him, leaving him with a slight tremble. He smiled at the hospital matron and spoke. "Made it taste l-like mint, Poppy. Didn't look too tasty before that."He grinned and she seemed to relax before he leaned back.
"Very well, Mr. Potter." She had a short conversation with the headmaster and his head of house before they left. She came over to him with a soft frown. "You won't give me any trouble tonight, will you, Mr. Potter?" He grinned at her then frowned himself, cursing lightly in another language. She could tell it was a curse from the sharp inflection of his voice.
"Uh… no, I won't. That is, if you either let me use the floo, or send a message for me. I'm missing out on a very hot date you see." He grinned and she blinked before glaring softly.
"Give me the message, I will make it." He nodded and then sat up.
"She is waiting for me at the three broomsticks. Floo madam Rosmerta and let her know, will you? You can tell her why, I don't mind." She nodded and then went to her office as he leaned back, taking out his wand and grinning as he made himself a plaque with his name on it for the bed.
Beatrice was flipping chairs onto the tables as she started closing when her floo went off. She looked at it and saw it was cold, then noticed it was her personal floo. She went to the backroom and kneeled on the pillow there to see her older friend Poppy Pomfrey's head in the flames.
"Ah! Beatrice. I have a message from Mr. Potter." She nodded for her to go on. "Due to some unfortunate circumstances, he is in my care. He will be resting tonight due to Cruciatus exposure, so he asked me to post a message to his date. I do not know how he intended on getting out of the castle, but could you inform the lady of this?" Rosmerta nodded softly, frowning.
"Yes… I'll let her know. Could I perhaps visit? I might know a thing or two to assist with post-cruciatus exposure. Not that you don't know what you are doing, but it is more of a muggle method." Intrigued she nodded and made plans for her to step through when the three broomsticks closed. They said their farewells and then Rosmerta stood up. Poor child, he just couldn't catch a break. She shook her head and went back to closing up, she would just bring the date to him.
Harry spent the next half hour or so with his eyes closed, having made the plaque already. He was re-enforcing his mental walls, a standard practice for an Occlumens', especially when you had little to nothing to do. He opened his eyes at the sound of someone new in the hospital wing. He looked to where the voice was coming from and smiled as Poppy came out, with Rosmerta trailing behind her. He gave the latter a wink and spoke softly.
"Terribly sorry, Madam, he caught me off guard. Otherwise, I'd be treating you to the date of a lifetime." He grinned and was especially pleased with the hospital matron's gasp.
"Beatrice! He is not even at his majority!" Rosmerta, or Beatrice as he now knew, had the decency to look ashamed… for a few moments anyway.
"Come now, Poppy! As if you have not thought of it." She grinned and teased her older friend. "You've seen more than your fair share of young, virile men come through here. I'm just.. not as reserved as you are." She shrugged and chuckled as Poppy sputtered in indignation. Harry laughed softly and then looked around before stage whispering at Beatrice.
"I don't think this would be a good place to go on with our date. I would hate for someone like the headmaster to come in with one of us… indisposed by the other. hmm?" He winked and got another laugh from the younger of the two women.
"Quite right, Mr. Potter. Though I feel as if you know my name now, it would be best if we address each other as such." He nodded with a wide smile before she turned to Poppy. "Would you mind terribly my dear if we used your quarters? We'll clean up afterward." Poppy continued to stutter, looking at the two with an unbelieving stare. She closed her eyes and started to count backward from 50. She needed to calm herself down before she started yelling. When she opened her eyes she saw the bed was empty, and the two were nowhere to be seen. She hissed softly, and after casting a monitoring ward on Mr. Malfoy, went to check her room first.
She did not come into a startling scene, at least not the one she had been expecting. While Rosmerta was not promiscuous, she still knew when she wanted to be with a man. She was sitting sideways on the lap of… Mr. Potter? The man whose lap she was in was not the lanky, pale teen she had remembered. Instead, he was tall, fit, and very tan. She rose an eyebrow lightly as she closed her quarters behind her. Hands-on her hips as she glared at the two of them.
"Oh! We were wondering when you were going to join us, Poppy." Rosmerta grinned as she said this, getting a chuckle from Harry.
"You're wondering about my appearance?" A soft, curt nod. He showed her a pendant, that until this moment, she didn't even know existed. "Goblin Glamours. Imagine what chaos I would cause if I looked like this down the halls." He chuckled and she huffed softly.
"Quite right, Mr. Potter. I do trust the two of you are just being cozy to tease me? I would not enjoy the idea of the two of you having relations in my room, or at all." She glared at Rosmerta and got a smile and a chuckle from the younger woman.
"Merlin, Poppy! Let your hair out of that ridiculous bun of yours. I am going to give Harry here a nice massage. Where it leads to, well that's up to him." She wriggled on his lap and then got off of him. He growled softly and then stood up beside her. Rosmerta moving the medical journals to a side desk from the table and then transfiguring it into a massage table instead. "I'll put it back, don't even start." Then, showing an amazing level of maturity, stuck her tongue out at Poppy.
Harry laughed as he took his shirt off, showing the two older ladies just how much more fit he had gotten over the summer. Rosmerta growing in appreciation before he laid down on the high table. He gave her a wink and then rested his head on his hands. Rosmerta took out some muggle massage oils and started to work them into his lightly tense muscles. As she worked she looked between his back and Poppy's eyes. Talking softly as she went on.
"The cruciatus attacks the nerves and makes the muscles tense. By relaxing the muscles with massage, you relax the nerves. I tried to take this to St. Mungo's, but that pure-blood head of the hospital told me that I was a silly girl and I should go back to tending to snot-nosed brats." She huffed softly and smirked. "I took over a hundred thousand galleons from him for that. Little shit." She snickered and then grinned in satisfaction at a low, but very pleased groan from Harry.
"See? Harry likes it." She continued, Poppy, shaking her head and then coming over.
"Is this helping, Mr. Potter?" A numb, but definite nod. "Alright… very well then. I shall assist you, Beatrice." Rosmerta smiled and kept up on the back and shoulders of Harry while Poppy was quick to vanish his pants and replace them with a towel over his rump. She wasn't quick enough, however, and Rosmerta got a peek and growled playfully.
"Ooh.. such a nice ass, Harry. Taught and tight. I bet it flexes nicely when you… do whatever you do." She winked at Poppy's soft huff and then heard Harry groan again as the healer's hands went to work on his thigh and calf muscles. The silence was comfortable and only partially broken up by the gentle moans of Harry as he enjoyed the relaxing of his body thanks to their talented hands. Poppy's were soft and gentle, a healer's touch, while Rosmerta's were a little rougher due to working with her hands most of the day. Another twenty minutes of this had Rosmerta stopping, waking Harry up from his relaxed daze.
"Time for your front, Harry. Flip." The look of playful mischief on her face went unnoticed by the male, but Poppy was quick to see it. She glared softly before Harry flipped, almost lazily. Resting with his hand behind his head, eyes closed again with that relaxed smile on his face. The towel moved, so the two women got a look at what he had to offer as a male, and both of them gasped. One for modesty the other for impropriety. The towel was back with a flick of the modest one's wand and the impish one smirked lightly and winked.
The two women went back to the medical reason for the massage and were rewarded with a pleased/relaxed moan from the young man. Soon he was in somewhat of a healing trance, but he was committing every sensation to memory. It was another twenty minutes when they stopped, and once again Harry was brought from his trance. Awake with a smile on his face.
He locked eyes with Rosmerta and crooked his finger for her to come closer. She did so, smiling at the fact that she was responsible for his relaxed form… well at least partially. When she got close enough his hand shot out and tugged her lips to kiss his. She let out a surprised sound before she leaned into it. Much different that the last man she enjoyed. His lips were softer, but not innocent. Her hand rested on his chest as they slowly started to make out. It was slow and sensual, and she felt it do things to her that she could honestly say hadn't happened to her because of a kiss in who knows how many years. They were broken up by a cough from the other woman in the room and they both looked at her with 'who me?' grins.
"Don't be a prude, Poppy. He is the Lord Black, which makes him an adult." Harry nodded and then goosed Rosmerta's rump, making her jump. She looked at Poppy with a soft hum. "You don't have to watch you know. As I said, we'll clean up." She grinned and started to run her hand down his chest to the towel. She reached under and took a nice, gentle grip before stroking softly.
"O-Ooh… p-please make a decision, Poppy. I don't think I'll be able to be the polite company for much longer." He was now caressing Rosmerta's ass gently as she stroked his length to firmness under the towel.
Poppy was torn by this decision in front of her. She could just send them out, in opposite directions, and be that kind of woman (a MORAL one) or she could turn a blind eye and just spend the time in her office. Her third option was to join the two who seemed hell-bent of shagging right in front of her!
As she mused about this Rosmerta took the towel, transfigured it into a pillow, and kneeled on it. She moved Harry into a sitting position and then her lips and tongue got to work. He was a healthy young Lord, she was not going to let it go to waste. He shuddered softly and caressed her neck softly before his fingers went through her dirty blonde hair and moved it to the side to watch her work on him. His low groan of delight as she serviced him taking Poppy from her musing.
She gasped softly at what she had missed, these two were quick. She bit her lips softly, he was a healthy young man… and he was so kind and gentle. She wouldn't have to tell anyone either. As sex was seen as a medical treatment given the right circumstances, she could hold this under patient-healer confidentiality. She sighed and shook her head, silently apologizing to James and Lily before she moved to the side of the table. She took Harry's head and turned it, causing him to blink before she gave him a very firm, but wonderful kiss.
Harry was surprised, but it didn't last long. His other hand snaked around Poppy's waist and brought her closer to deepen the lip lock. Their tongue started to mingle as Rosmerta's tongue started to twist and swirl on him. He shuddered and let out a muffled groan as she did this, helping her take a bit more of his length before pulling away from the lips he was enjoying.
"M-Merlin… h-how do you do that with your tongue?" Rosmerta smirked up at him and winked before she went back to work. Harry looked at Poppy and noticed that she looked about a decade younger, smiling at her. "Glamour?" She nodded and then gave him another kiss before he had a thought. "How about we take this to the room, ladies? It would be rather bothersome to be in here when anyone could come in." Rosmerta was quick to agree, and after a slurp off his dick got up. She gave him a kiss and then started to strip, making her way to the room of one Poppy Pomfrey as she did. Poppy could only stare before she followed Harry, who had followed the wriggling ass of Beatrice Rosmerta. When she got into the room she yelped when her clothes vanished, showing the mature body underneath. Rosmerta was still physically in her late 20's so she still had some tightness to her curves, while Pomfrey had the body of a mature, yet well kept woman in her 40s.
They both had a beauty to them that showed they were not housewives, nor were they waited on hand and foot. Narcissa had that type of beauty, but she was no slouch either in the life department. Harry sat on the bed, back against the headboard with Rosmerta getting on one side of him and giving him a kiss. Harry patted the side next to him and Poppy got onto the bed shortly after.
He gave her another kiss and then Rosmerta leaned over and whispered softly. Harry then saw something that was a rarity: a blush on Poppy Pomfrey's face. He smiled and then watched as the two older witches went down to his lightly spread legs and started to work on his shaft in tandem. He groaned softly as they started this, and decided it would not be something he would just sit back and enjoy. With a simple use of a levitation charm they were both moved so while they remained on his shaft, their asses were presented to him.
He took this opportunity to really enjoy the sight of said rumps. Licking his lips, and letting out a groan before I started to stroke and caress their asses.
Between their lewd slurps and suckles two things to place. One was the shared kisses of the two witches, the other was a slow song of their moans as he worked his fingers over their slightly peeking pussies. Idly stroking them to get them nice and slick with arousal.
When he felt this he moved from gentle stroking to gentle probing with his fingers. Sinking one into each lady and grinning at their soft moans. He smiled and watched between three different scenes. The two women on his dick, Poppy wriggling on his fingers and Rosmerta thrusting back into them. As she was more into this from the get-go Harry gave her a little more a little sooner. Sinking two extra fingers into her which caused her to let out a heavy groan as she came off his cock. It also helped that he put a little magic into his fingers, just for that little extra bit of sensation.
He moved his fingers in and out of the two witches and they alternated on him, it was a nice little exchange of pleasurable moments. It did not last long, however, as they both seemed to be having a conversation between lip service and moans. Harry had his fingers removed as both ladies moved from him and then he watched as Rosmerta held him by his base as Poppy straddled him.
"It's been long for both of us, but even more so for Poppy here. Remind her what it means to be a woman, Harry." She winked and he nodded softly, not able to speak as his vocal cords were overtaken by a low moan of pleasure as Poppy's tight pussy slid onto him nice and slow. Rosmerta let go of his base and instead moved to him for some heated kisses. He caressed her ass softly as they made out heatedly, his other hand gripping Poppy's thigh before he broke for another moan.
"S-Sweet lord that is good…" He twitched within her and she shuddered as she sat on his lap completely. Leaning forward for a kiss of her own, temporarily leaving Rosmerta to her own devices as he put both hands on Poppy's hips. Rosmerta breaking the silence.
"Look at those hips, Lord Black. Rounded, wide… perfect for child rearing. And think about it.. she's a healer, she knows exactly what to expect." Poppy gasped at the innuendo and shuddered at the gleam in the young lords eyes at his next words as he ground into her.
"Clockwise and a firm intone of 'Fertilitatem ' right?" She winked and they both smirked at the stunned, full matron. She was given a kiss before he whispered against her lips. "Never without permission, my lady." He then leaned back a bit and helped her rise off of him, only to have her slip right back down on him. The pleasure of being refilled took her mind off the talk of children as if it was something you just… did.
She let out another gasp as she started to ride him a little faster. Leaning back on her palms and giving a rather wondrous show as her curves and body jiggled and bounced in all the right places. Harry gripped her thighs firmly and let out a low shudder as he took her as fast as she was willing to be taken. It was more of a sensual dance than anything else, but it was sexy in how delighted she looked to be participating. Her eyes closed and her hair out of her bun as she worked her body as if she had never stopped being sexually active.
Meanwhile, Rosmerta occupied herself with her own arousal while watching the two make passionate, hard love. Harry started to thrust faster, and Poppy moved to place her hands on his shoulders as she went just as hard onto him. She let out a soft gasp when his hand reached down and found her neglected nub, making her convulse in pleasure as he did so. He growled as she clenched on him and after a few more well-placed thrusts filled her up to the brim with his seed.
Harry was a bit disappointed in himself for not lasting as long as he would have liked, but he chalked it down to the dual blowjob and the teasing before that. He gave her a soft kiss when she came up from panting against his neck, stroking her ass, and then helping her to rest on her back after she slip off of him.
Rosmerta was quick to dive between the older woman's legs and start to clean up the mess Harry had made. Her reasoning, between slurps and licks, was that she had wanted to taste him ever since she started while he was on the massage table.
The sweet moans of Poppy and wriggling, tantalizing ass of Rosmerta made sure his manhood stayed nice and erect. He licked his lips, ready for round two already. Rosmerta felt the bed move and then moaned into Poppy's pussy as she was filled to the brim with the cock of the young lord behind her. He let her adjust to the thickness of his shaft before he started to power into her. He wasn't as sweet and slow as he had been with Poppy, but then again she didn't want that.
Her hips and ass moved back nice and fast, making the lewdness of their joining nice and loud. The slapping of flesh upon flesh joined the moans and groans of the three within the room. His grip was firm on her ass as he took her, watching his length vanish over and over again as well as her ass bouncing deliciously in view. He gave her a soft swat to her rump, making her yelp before she gave him a squeeze.
The motion of the three was like a fluid concerto if you added in the sounds and scents of heated sex. Harry was doing his very best not to pop again too fast, but it seemed Rosmerta wanted everything but that to happen. Her skilled body milked him for everything he could muster, and there was quite a bit. Before she was filled with a warm load, she managed to coax out his first load from Poppy, and orgasm after that. The older witch panted as Rosmerta held onto her thighs and let out a sweet cry of bliss as she finally felt that warmth fill her. Shuddering as he ground the last bit of his essence into her.
Shuddering and slowly pulling out before slumping onto his rump. Panting softly and smiling goofily before groaning in sensitivity as both witches cleaned him up. He blinked softly and smiled at them, giving each a kiss, not caring about his taste in them. He then lay himself down and tugged them to him. Cradling each witch on either side of him.
"I-I hope you ladies don't mind, but I'd like to call you mine." He smiled and gave them each a kiss. "Not in the sense that I own you, but that you are my ladies, and I am your man." The first reaction was from Rosmerta, it was a chuckle and a question.
"What are you calling yourself, Lord Black, some kind of Lothario?" She smirked and he smiled.
"Well, yes. Kinda… the rest of my girls prefer saying they are part of a Harem." He shrugged and then Poppy spoke up.
"Rest of your girls, Mr- Harry?" He smiled at her, then nodded.
"Oh yes, I have quite a few witches in this school I am intimate with, and a few who have… long since graduated." Rosmerta laughed softly and cuddled closer to him.
"So that table today, those were your girls?" He nodded and she laughed, explaining it to Poppy who looked confused. She huffed and shook his head.
"I trust you do know the contraception charm?" He nodded with a grin and a wink.
"Yes, I do, Poppy. I make sure I cast it before every bit of fun I have. I do it wandlessly and silently, so its probably why you didn't notice." She blinked and then got a soft kiss from him. She sighed and leaned on him, nuzzling into his side just as Rosmerta had done.
Rosmerta smirked softly before she spoke."You know… you're not the first Potter I've slept with." Harry coughed softly and she laughed. "Well… she wasn't a Potter at the time.." He looked at her, wide-eyed.
"My Mum?!" He wasn't upset, just surprised. She laughed again and nodded.
"Oh yes. So incredibly frustrated with James in their last year, before they were together you see. I had a chat with her, and well, she got a little tipsy on firewhiskey. One thing led to another." She hummed and wriggled. "You'll have to show me sometime if you are as talented with your tongue as she was."
She gave him a kiss and then he chuckled as he snuggled with his two latest witches. Nothing for nothing… today had been a good day.
Chapter 10: Bellatrix Lestrange
Notes:
Harry get's a Black Sisters Hat trick
Chapter Text
Harry James Potter-Black walked the silent, serene road of Hogsmeade. It was just after 9 pm, and everything was closed for the evening. There was nobody out on the streets, either from lingering fear over the return of the dark lord, or for the fact that it was almost December in Scotland, and they preferred to be inside with their families by the hearth. Harry was on his way back to the castle, but he was in no rush. If the gates closed him out he would simply send a patronus to his head of house and go to one of his homes via portkey. He was humming to himself when he froze at the soft, mocking giggle from one of the alleyways.
"So… Itty bitty baby Potter is out all alone. Ooh… what would Dumbledore think." She grinned her malicious, sadistic grin. Wand out on her side, looking at him like a predator looks at cornered prey. He looked around before looking at her, causing her to cackle again. "Oh.. it's just me, Potter. All I had to do was wait, Draco told me you liked to visit the village. When I bring you to the dark lord… I'll be in his favor again. He was so angry with me when he couldn't get what he wanted." She pouted, huffing and coming into the light. Harry was taken aback by her appearance.
While she lacked the refined beauty of her sisters, she had a wildness about her. It seemed she had gotten a lot fuller and healthier in the months since her escape from Azkaban. She had not been caught after the debacle in the D.O.M., so he was sure she spent even more time getting back to her normal self. He looked over her and she blinked before cackling again.
"Ooh… Does the itty baby see something he likes? Want me to make you the 'man-who-lived?" She smirked softly, it looked nice on her, even if she was a sadistic woman. "I am sure my master wouldn't mind that for a last service before you were slaughtered like the half-blood you are. Let's have some fun first though, baby Potter." She growled softly and then quick as lightly, she was feared for a reason, and she fired at him. She laughed when he didn't move or block… and then growled in frustration as the spell seemed to… fizzle before it hit him. He rose an eyebrow at her, almost tauntingly before she started firing more curses, deadlier as she went along.
They either ricocheted off of something before they hit him or just fizzled. She was about to let out a scream of anger and frustration but he held up a hand and spoke in a firm tone he used for Lord's business.
"Stop." She stopped. "Put your wand away, Now!" She glared but then looked horror-stricken as she put her wand away. Looking at him as he tilted his head at her. "You may speak." She hissed at him but did just that.
"What magic is this, Potter?! It can't be the Imperious, you don't even have your wand out!" Not even the dark lord could do the unforgivable's wandlessly and silently. She saw him smirk and then he started to walk towards her. His grin was sinister as if he had gone around the bend like she did those years ago.
When he got close enough she lashed out with her long nails and swiped through the air inches from his face. She tried again and her hand was deflected by an unseen force. He smirked at her and then put her hand down when she went to strangle him.
"You forgot, didn't you?" She glared at him, spitting furiously.
"Forgot what, Potter!" He glared as she spit on his feet. He was not one to really care about such things as stained clothes, or shoes, he was a wizard after all. No, he was upset that she had shown such disrespect. In a magical marriage only an annulment or a death could remove the ring. Rodolphus wasn't dead, but Harry had dissolved the marriage. He was quick to react, and it surprised her. He backhanded her. Hard. She gasped and fell to the ground, looking at the fury etched on his face as he crouched.
"You forgot that you, as a living sister of the house of Black, that you cannot physically or mentally harm your Lord." With a vindictive pleasure, he showed her the head of house ring and she paled softly. Looking at him with a gulp before she shuddered.
"You're a Black again, Bellatrix, didn't your beloved Rodolphus tell you that?" He glared and then grabbed her roughly by the arm. "Come, I am sure your sisters are dying to say hello." He stood up with her and after a quick patronus message he activated his portkey to El Yunque.
When they arrived Harry let go of her and then pointed to the chair in his office.
"Sit and wait!" She scampered to the chair, glaring at him still, but she couldn't go against the Black family magic. She hissed and he left. She looked at her hand to see her ring was not there, it was true. She had seen Rodolphus earlier that day, he was most assuredly alive. She growled lightly, she would enjoy torturing that bastard once she got out of here.
Grumbling and looking around the room. This was not the house of Black. She remembered it well, it had been her home growing up, and this was not it. She looked out the window in the office she was in to see trees and a bright moon glittering through them. She turned when the door opened and in stepped Narcissa and… Andromeda. She froze for a moment at the man that walked in after, probably a boy toy of Narcissa. She then was embraced by her prim and proper sister.
"Trixie! Oh Merlin I was wondering when i'd see you again." She smiled and held her sister at arm's length, getting another hug.
"Andi is here too." They shared glances, then glares before nodding curtly. Bellatrix huffed softly.
"Where are we, and who is the hunk of meat, Narcissa? You know any man on the side has to be screened by your husband." She shook her head but was answered by the man.
"Azkaban has really messed with your perception, Trixie." She froze, locking eyes with the man. Shuddering at the emerald orbs of fire that stared at her violet ones.
"Potter!" She sniffed. "I guess you're not a boy after all, hmm? Never thought you'd hide from the old goat like that." She grumbled softly and then looked at her sister. "This is where you went off to? The Dark Lord suspected you and your son might have been stolen away, but you ran to this half-blood?" She hissed and then was slapped again, this time by Narcissa.
"You will watch your tone when addressing the Lord Black! He is your lord, head of our family! His authority over us is absolute! I came here for sanctuary, and he granted it to me and my son before he could be branded like a common cow." She hissed in disdain and hiked up her sister's left sleeve, the angry black Dark Mark there. "I'd cut off your arm, Sister, if I thought It would help get you your sense back." Bellatrix was still partially reeling from the slap. Cissy never hit her… never. She was always the sweeter, gentler older sister.
"Y-You hit me… Cissy. You promised you'd never hit me." She was still surprised, so she didn't notice Harry conjure a chair and sit behind Narcissa, nor the seat Andromeda had taken beside him. "YOU HIT ME!" She snarled and rage overtook her before she got up to retaliate. She was pushed back harmlessly into her chair by her head of house before Narcissa slumped back into his lap. Shuddering softly as she held back her tears. This was not the Bellatrix she had loved in her youth.
"Shit hit you, Bellatrix, and it is from adequate as to what you deserve." She growled and he encircled his arms around Narcissa's waist, her form against him as a woman hurt seeking comfort in her mans arms. He kissed the top of her head and looked at Bellatrix.
"There are so many things I can do to you, Bellatrix. I could hand you over to the DMLE. I could try you for crimes within the family. I could even torture and kill you myself. I won't though.. no, I take care of my family." He caressed Narcissa's head softly. "For whatever reason, your sister wants you to live. For no reason other than to see her happy, I will do that. So, the way I see it, you should be thanking her." He glared and she hissed in her own reaction to his words.
"Listen to me, you Po-" She was silenced by his hand, growling through her teeth at him.
"I didn't give you permission to speak, Bellatrix." She glared and he kept on. "This is what is going to happen, and you are going to deal with it." He leaned back, Narcissa excusing herself to clean her face up from her silent tears. "You're going to tell me everything you know about what your former master is planning and doing right now.
Information about him, anything he told you, any plans he has yet to enact… everything! Do you understand?" She hissed and leapt up to spit more vitriol at him but he slashed his hand down, forcing her to sit again. "I said do you understand!?" That heavy, magically authoritative tone was back.
"Y-Yes my Lord Black." This time she said it with a small trace of fear in her tone. The dark lord commanded through fear and the mark, but Black magic was hundreds of years old, manifested through the centuries into pure control. The Blacks were dark, powerful, and paranoid. There was no breaking that control, some said even death couldn't.
"Good. Now, as I said, you will tell me everything. After you've done that, i'll decide about your punishment. Not only for going against the loyalty of your house by swearing to another, but for being directly responsible for the passing of the previous Lord Black." Her eyes went wide and he was surprised. "Oh… you didn't know Sirius was the Lord Black before me? Hmm… we'll see how that goes then." He took his wand out and smiled as Andromeda had a Dicta-quill and a long roll of parchment.
"Speak, from when you joined him till the last time he entrusted you with anything. We have… all night." She shuddered softly, but he had commanded her to with the family Magic, she could not disobey. She spoke, she spoke for hours. It was like she had Veritaserum pumping through her veins as she did. There were no lies, no half truths. Narcissa was right, the magic was absolute. She was grateful for the power of the magic, as it kept the pain of breaking her second oath from affecting her. When she was done it was easily midnight.
They had stopped for dinner, and she learned that while he was an angry lord, he was not a vindictive and petty one. She ate with them as well and was even included in the idle conversation. He brought her to a lavish room and gestured to it after the long hours. She was exhausted, magically and mentally.
"This is your room from now on, Bellatrix. This is your new home. You will never return your half-blood master again. Or anyone else who is associated with him who has not turned to our side from the greater fight." She flinched, still getting used to the revelation that her dark lord was a half-blood. That had been something else that rocked her to her core. He had just been an angry man who turned into an angry self-styled lord. It was… troublesome. She nodded at his declaration but he was not done.
"You will not be confined to the house, oh no, that would be a glorified vacation. You will have work outside the house, you will earn the luxuries bestowed upon you. Remember, you, as a daughter of house Black can no longer harm those within our family who do not mean to harm you. This ridiculousness of blood purity does not stand in my home. Draco learned that… very fast." She nodded, another thing she had learned.
Her nephew had placed her Lord Black under the cruciatus for a scant few seconds, but he still committed a crime, and he had done it in front of the head of two major government bodies. He had come to this island to be exiled, but the attitude pounded into his head by Lucius quickly had him moved away and out. She didn't know where, but she had a feeling it was no place for fun.
"Every morning you will wake, perform whatever routine it is that you perform to freshen up, and eat. Then you will report to Narcissa or Andromeda. They will give you something to do. Do you understand?" She nodded tiredly. "Now, the first punishment I will bestow on you happens tonight." She looked at him and he gestured for her left arm, taking his wand out.
"I, Harry James Potter-Black, Lord of House Black, master of the family from the loins of my line do hereby call upon the family magic to do my bidding." He placed his wand tip at her dark mark. "I call upon the Black Family Magic to rid the Daughter of House Black of her slave mark. Strip it from her body, it is an abomination that will not be tolerated. So I speak it, so mote it be!" He pushed some of the family magic into the mark and let go of her.
She was scared the moment he started talking but when nothing happened afterward she looked relieved. She was about to speak when her world exploded in pain. A scream ripped from her throat as her hand went to the mark that was literally steaming and sizzling her skin. She tried to claw at it but found her arms and legs bound.
Leaving her to thrash and scream in torment and pure blinding agony. Her screams left her, however, as Harry activated a powerful silencing ward around her person. He sighed and called for Winky, telling her to monitor Bellatrix through the night and call him if anything life-threatening were to happen, otherwise to go to Narcissa when Bellatrix woke. As he left the room when she nodded and left to his order he looked at Narcissa who had tears in her eyes just outside the door.
"For the hundreds, she hurt, for the families she crushed, destroyed… the innocents she ripped from this world." He frowned softly. "She needs this… she will heal and be better for it. Winky will let you know when your sister wakes." He gave her a soft kiss on the forehead and went to his office. He wanted to be angry at the woman, he wanted to kill her for taking Sirius from him, but that would make him no better than her then the scum she used to be a part of. He would see how it went from here.
The next three weeks were a whirlwind of activity for Harry. Between seeing his ladies, both in and out of the castle, school work, and other Lord business, he couldn't wait for the yule holidays to come.
He had so many plans, most of them involving witches in next to nothing on tropical beaches instead of frigid snow-covered. He had also been getting regular, daily reports on how Bellatrix was doing. The morning after the forceful removal of the dark mark was touchy. She was in pain and sore, so she lashed out and missed her first day of… work. The next day, however, when she attempted to miss out again, Harry came and put his foot down.
The next 20 days after that were spent with her doing tasks that either sister gave her. They all, much to her dismay, were to be done without magic.
The first week was spent out in the rainforest, helping the local squibs harvest some plants by hand. There were some tools, but it was mostly manual work. Remus was in Haiti working with the werewolf packs there, he did not want to be in the same house with that woman. He said he wouldn't be able to promise Harry he wouldn't throw her off the balcony. The week after that was spent with Narcissa out in Vieques near the coast, helping to teach muggle school children. It was a passion of elder sister's that she had never been able to do living with her ex-husband.
The third week, leading up to the upcoming yule break was spent decorating and the like for the festivities. More menial work with no wand, and she had slowly come to learn that she was no longer in a position of power. She was still her own woman, but she knew that could be stripped from her at any moment. It did help, however, that she was around her sisters. She had missed them, and with the tainting, dark magic of her mark gone, it helped mellow her out a bit more.
While she was a dark witch still, she was no longer sadistic and cruel. She had her moments of more sinister thoughts, but spending years working for a megalomaniac, and then a decade and a half in the worst prison on earth would do that to you. She wouldn't say it out loud, but she was actually looking forward to seeing Po- The Lord Black. He seemed to bring the whole house into a relaxing mood, and that meant less work for her.
The most surprise for her, overall, however, was how he acted with her sisters. The touches, the flirty looks, and the kisses. They didn't kiss as friends, or as a form of overly polite greeting, no they kissed as lovers. It wasn't just Cissy and Andi either, he did the same with Andi's daughter Nymphadora. She confronted Cissy about this and was floored by the nonchalant answer she got.
"He is our Lord Black. He takes care of us… in every way that entails." The smirk she got after that made her shudder, but not in disgust as she thought she would. Apparently, he was very good in bed, and she longed for that kind of contact. Her husband had never been intimate with her past their wedding night, he was more into being dominated by the older death eater Dolohov. She had been a bigot of the highest order, but she knew that you couldn't force love. Amortentia was frowned upon even in pure-blood circles. So she had not only had a sexless marriage but a tenure in a prison where the only way you had physical contact was by being moved in and out of your cell.
So, more often than not she found herself venting her sexual frustrations with her fingers, and the occasional pilfered toy from the youngest Black woman who had a room in the house. It wasn't that she was shy, but she was still a bit too prideful to ask for something like that of her own. She had had her day cut short when Lord Black arrived for the yule holiday break, greeting his ladies with kisses and hugs. Even giving her a hug, though the kiss was absent, and she found herself wanting. Though, of course, she would never say that.
She was working on herself in her room, thinking of a strong, fit male giving her what she needed when she let out her sweet cry of release. She shuddered softly as she panted and then started to work her way to round two. She had her eyes closed when she heard a teasing voice come from the foot of her bed, she hadn't even heard anyone come in.
"My, My… Trixie, it seems you forgot the silencing rune this time." She yelped lightly and covered herself, opening her eyes to see a slightly panting Narcissa standing in front of one Harry Potter. His arms draped around her from behind, and she noticed that they were both very naked. The deep tones of her Lord Black catching her attention.
"Well, Cissy, it seems you owe me a full body massage. I told you it was her and not Andi." Narcissa huffed and then gave him a kiss, smirking at her embarrassed sister. She spoke with a low purr, leaning forward and whispering to her younger sister.
"Our Lord Black has tended to every need you have had, Trixie… why don't you let him scratch that itch, huh?" She winked and saw that Harry was occupied with Narcissa's ass, stroking and caressing it as she had bent over to distract him on purpose. She shuddered at the thought, and not in the bad way, Narcissa getting a glimpse of her pussy through her fingers trying to cover herself. She smirked and then stood straight up.
Turning to Harry and whispering into his ear while one hand caressed him nice and slow. She heard him growl softly and then Narcissa spoke a few more words and he hummed in contemplation. He gave her ear a nibble and then gave a slow nod. Narcissa gave him another kiss and then started to saunter out of the room. "I'm going to see how Andi is doing, do have fun Lord Black." She purred and then left, the door closing and locking behind her. Harry looked at Bellatrix still on the bed, slightly panting before he came around and sat. He patted the spot beside her and had a reassuring smile on his face. She managed to draw up enough courage to do just that, and then he spoke.
"Cissy tells me you often nick Tonks' toys from her room. You know you could pick a local out here and vent your… frustrations." Bellatrix actually laughed softly before she shook her head.
"No, I don't think so. There are some men that are… not bad to look at, but I don't speak Spanish. The language I would convey is universal, but i'd like to talk with my partner." He nodded softly and then spoke again.
"I can replace your fingers tonight if you want me to, Trixie." He smiled at her and she shuddered. "But it is up to you. Cissy is right, I take care of my family in every aspect. Sure, I won't do it with any… children I have, but you get my meaning." She nodded and he put a hand on her knee. "You have gotten some nice color to you, and you're a good deal saner, I don't think it would be terrible for either of us." She nodded and he gave her a wink before he leaned in and gave her a kiss. She returned it, moaning softly as she had been wondering what he tasted like for a while now. She pulled apart and licked her lips softly.
"I warn you, Lord Black-" He paused her for a moment.
"If we are going to be intimate, it's Harry. Unless you prefer me being in control like that." He teased her and she shuddered but smiled.
"No, Harry is fine. As I was saying, I warn you. I can be rough with my lovemaking. I had a few years of fun before my wedding night, so I know exactly what I want." He nodded and stroked her thigh softly.
"As long as there is no permanent damage, and it's enjoyable for the both of us, you got it." She grinned and then attacked his lips again, a flick of his wrist throwing up the silencing rune and another giving her that little pink glow to prevent unwanted guests from arriving 9 months down the line.
He was caught off guard when she practically dragged him to the center of the bed and straddled his lap. Giving him kisses, caresses, and being overall a very enthused witch. She reached up to one of the frillier pillows and pulled off one of the lace ribbons it had on it.
"I'll have to thank Cissy after this." She growled and winked, and then he saw and felt the ribbon being firmly, but not painfully,wrapped around the very base of his shaft. She grinned at him and then gave him a suckle. "You get to cum when I say you do, my Lord Black." He raised an eyebrow but he was not against new things. He let out a low groan when she took him into her lips and lightly throbbed against her tongue. He could already feel the backup starting, but it was not wholly uncomfortable.
"Merlin you have such… a thick cock. I am so glad I managed to stretch myself out a bit over the past few days. She grinned and went back to suckling him nice and slow. She would not become number five with deep-throating, but she got pretty far. Her tongue, however, was in constant motion. He was sure she was breaking some law of physics, or using magic on her tongue with the things she was doing to him. His hand on her head, tucking her hair away as he watched her.
"You really l-love this, don't you, Bella?" He throb in her lips, giving her some more of his tasty pre, thrusting softly as she popped off of him with a lewd slurp and smirk.
"Yes… I do. You're so thick, you taste amazing.. and Merlin you are warm. I could get used to this." She growled and went back to suckling his length, bobbing up and down with added enthusiasm before she came off of his length and gave him a gentle squeeze. "That's enough for now… your mistress wants something more." She crawled up his body and gave him a kiss, their tongue locked in a battle for dominance before she broke away. She straddled his face and her fingers raked through his hair, tugging his lips close to her aroused ones.
"Now, you are going to make me cum. You're going to use every little trick that makes my sisters so damned goofy every morning and you're going to like it. Understand?" He looked at her, playing along, and nodded. "Good, now get to it, toy." She pressed his lips to her pussy and then she felt his hands on the backs of her thighs as she started to work on her pussy. Licking with long, quick strokes to get her to not only give him more of her juices but to hear her moan.
"That's i-it… u-use that tongue. I-It's all your good for. To b-be used for your mistress' pleasure." She hissed and then groaned and bucked against him as he sunk his tongue into her. Hands fondling her ass and thighs firmly, spreading them and stretching them gently in his hands as he continued his tongue assault. Soon he started to wriggle his tongue in deeper, curling it up and down, twisting it, making her moan in sweet delight at his actions.
"S-So good… so sloppy. J-Just the way I like it." She gave his tongue a squeeze and hissed again. "B-But I know you're not doing everything you can. I-I don't like that!" She growled down at him, looking very agitated, until he started to give her what she wanted. His tongue slowly started to wriggle faster and then vibrate.
He loved the reaction he got from his witches when he did this, and she was no different. Her hands gripped his head and stroked his hair even more so as the magical language was spoken into her pussy. Her walls clenching and convulsing as she bucked and ground into his lips.
"M-More… m-more! I-I want another one, give me another one!" She let out a high shriek as she went through her second orgasm of the night, and kept on bucking and moaning as he continued to assault her pussy with his tongue. Even moving a finger inside of her for a little something different before he kept up with the magical tongue of the snakes. As he kept on, per her demand, it was easy to get her to three… and then to four. Her bucking and moaning filled the silenced off area with her delighted shrieks. At number five she tugged away from him, laying beside him and shivering. If he didn't know why she was shivering so heavily, he would have thought she was having body tremors. She twitched and convulsed for a minute or so before she looked at him with a growl.
"Y-You gave your m-m-mistress f-five. For that… you get to a- actually c-cum tonight." He smiled and gave a timid 'thank you mistress' before she attacked his lips with her own. She pinned him down with her weight and held his arms at the wrists over his head. "But only when your mistress says so." He nodded and then let out a groan as her hot walls sunk down onto him. Now she had been very glad she borrowed those toys, she was a lot thicker than she would have been prepared for otherwise. She hissed and then, moving his hands to her hips and her own to his shoulders, she started to ride him. Hard, quick bounces to get every inch of him inside of her as often as possible.
"M-Morgana you are thick! L-Like you were made j-just for your mistress." She groaned out again and then after a few more grinds and squeezes snarled at him. "Don't just lie there, toy! Earn your release you p-poor excuse for a man!" He shuddered and nodded 'meekly' before he started to grind and thrust up into her, causing her to let out higher-pitched moans of delight as she did so. "F-Fuuck… yes. D-Drill me… f-fill me you w-worthless man." He grunted and kept going, his own release having been mounting since she started suckling him, and he seemed to be perpetually on the edge. She flipped them so he was pounding into her and hooked her legs around his waist, still holding onto him.
"H-Harder, d-deeper! I-I want t-to see stars!" She squeezed his shoulders and gasped with a feral delight as he did just as she asked. His thrusting getting frantic, and she knew what was needed to send her over the edge. She reached between them and then, with a few more clenches pulled on the ribbon. "F-Fill your mistress… m-make her n-not regret letting you fuck her!"
With that, he let out a low bellow as finally his cock was released from it's temporary restraints. He could honestly say, at this moment, he felt like he filled her with enough of his warmth to round out her belly as if she was pregnant. He of course knew better, but fuck did it feel good. His length twitching, and partially expanding while filling her sent her through her own orgasm.
Her nails raked down his back painfully, but it dulled out with the blissfulness of their orgasmic high. He kept pumping into her until all he could do was twitch in aftershock before he was pulled down for a kiss. She nibbled his lower lip and gave him another clench, making them both moan.
"Y-You did your mistress proud, toy. Y-You gave her just what she wanted." He grinned at her and gave her a wink and a kiss. Stroking her hips before he pulled out and then winced when he went to lay on his back. He sat up straight and she gasped.
"I apologize, my Lord Black. I didn't know I'd draw blood." He waved it off and then after dropping the silencing rune called for Andromeda with a Patronus. She came in five minutes later, slightly ruffled and gently panting.
"Morgana's tits, Trixie! First time with our Lord Black and you have to give him new scars." She huffed but Harry just grinned.
"Earning them was fun though, and will they really be scars?" Andromeda shook her head softly and quickly closed his still rather fresh wounds. The sheets were picked up by Dobby in a blink of an eye leaving the bed bare. "Well… guess we're sleeping in Cissy's bed tonight." He gave Andromeda a wink and a kiss. "Thank you, my lady."
She rolled her eyes and gave him another kiss before he fireman carried Bellatrix out of her room, causing her to giggle (she would deny it forever) as he effortlessly did so. This night had been oodles of fun, and he knew that the rest of his vacation would be just as, if not more, interesting and entertaining.