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AN: All characters are over the age of eighteen at the time of this story.

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In the quiet offices near the Minister for Magic’s office, Harry sat in quiet disbelief of what he’d just heard.

“Are you being serious right now?” He asked, still trying to process the words that he’d just heard.

“We are,” Hermione, his best friend in the entire world, said with a serious expression across her face. There were few people that he could imagine joking about such a thing, but Hermione was not one of them. In fact, she was the last person he could imagine joking about this.

“Bu-t…” Harry stuttered. “What about the war? What about Malfoy Manor?”

Hermione’s lips closed firmly as she truly pondered his question. But given the limited amount of time that she spent upon it, Harry realised that this was something that she’d long debated. This really wasn’t a joke or anything close to that; this was a serious proposal that she was putting forward to him.

“What happened there is unforgivable,” Hermione stated resolutely. “Bellatrix truly hurt me and left me with a permanent mark that I’ll forever be reminded of. But as much as I hate it, that time doesn’t matter now. What matters is keeping her under control.”

Harry sighed in frustration. “You’d have thought that Kingsley would be open to using the Death Chamber to deal with the remaining Death Eaters.”

“He’s not and never will be,” Hermione snapped, clearly tired of dealing with conversation. It was the first time that Harry had truly ever brought it up to her directly, but it was clear that she’d dealt with a similar discussion with her colleagues or others within the Ministry. She wiped away the tiredness from her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. “Minister Shacklebolt doesn’t believe in punishing people in that way. He’s regained control over Azkaban—without the Dementors, of course—but Bellatrix has been causing quite a few problems there. She’s been going insane over her desire to find her master. A few of the veteran guards there told Kingsley that she’d said the same after Voldemort’s first defeat, but it seems different now.”

“So, you’re coming to me because you think I’m the most powerful wizard around?” Harry asked.

“And because you were the one to defeat Voldemort,” Hermione pointed out. “If you defeated Bellatrix’s previous master, then it seems likely that you’re the prime candidate to become her new one.”

“I don’t even want to become her master,” Harry let out angrily. “She killed Sirius… she… there’s so many dead who lay fallen at her hands.”

“I know,” Hermione said sympathetically. “If it makes you feel any better, we’re fairly certain that the Black family used some artifact to drive her wild unless she served a lord that she deemed worthy. The Unspeakables have been working tirelessly on uncovering this mess, but they’re fairly certain that they’ve tracked down the magic affecting her. They can’t stop it, and so that’s why we’ve come to you in the hopes of finding a solution. They hope that having her under the care of a kinder master will help to shape her behaviour in a positive direction.”

Harry didn’t love the idea of dealing with Bellatrix Lestrange anymore than he had to, but he also knew that he couldn’t turn down his best friend. If Hermione of all people was willing to entertain this idea, then he ought to as well.

“Okay,” Harry sighed. “What exactly do you need from me? I need specific examples.”

Hermione didn’t beat around the bush. “We want you to take her home back to Grimmauld Place. Give her a bedroom to stay in and act as her master. We still don’t quite know what that means, but we expect that it’s something similar to treating her like a house-elf. Give her orders and make sure that she follows them. As long as she has a purpose from the man she deems to be her master, we think that she’ll behave.”

“Oh, is that all?” Harry asked sarcastically.

“And for you to check in with the Ministry from time to time,” Hermione cringed. “I know it may seem like a lot—”

“Seem?” Harry snorted. “Please, Hermione, be honest with me. This is utterly ridiculous.”

“I know, I know,” Hermione replied, holding her hands up in surrender. “But it’s more than that. Kingsley is trying his best to maintain peace. You don’t know how hard it’s been dealing with all of the pure-blood families who, through direct or indirect connections, have people involved in the Death Eaters. They’ve been rallying for their safety while those who fought in the war have been calling for their deaths. Kingsley is trying his best to imprison them all while providing them with humane conditions, but Bellatrix has been an odd case. She’s been making her fellow inmates and wardens miserable with her incessant cries for her master. Please believe me that I wouldn’t ask this of you if I truly didn’t think that it was necessary.”

Harry let out a deep breath. “I believe you,” he said, wishing that he actually didn’t believe it.

Hermione let out her own breath and smiled brightly at him. “I know that this isn’t easy, but we really think that this is the best way forward. If you can get Bellatrix under control, then it’ll be a promising sign for Kingsley, and it’ll hopefully help him change the way things are done here in magical Britain.”

“Save the speeches,” Harry sighed. “Just tell me when I can go and get her.”

“We’ll deliver her to your home later today,” Hermione told him. She stood up from her seat and rushed over towards him to give him a massive hug. “Thank you so much for doing this. I know that it’ll be hard, but it’s for the hope that Kingsley can deliver a better future for us all.”

“I hope he can,” Harry said sincerely.

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It wasn’t until late at night that the Aurors arrived with Bellatrix Lestrange in tow. The thin, shabby robes they wore in Azkaban left little to the imagination. She clearly didn’t have a bra on, and Harry would be surprised if she had panties as well. She looked defeated and sad standing upon his doorstep in the pouring rain, but the moment that she spotted Harry, her eyes lit up like she’d just found a clean source of water on a deserted island.

“Here she is, sir,” one of the Aurors said as he jostled Bellatrix forward.

Kreacher came up from behind him and reached out to grab Bellatrix’s hand. She took it instinctively and allowed him to lead her inside.

“Thank you,” Harry told the Aurors as he kept watch on Bellatrix out of the corner of his eye. “I have her under control from here.”

“If you have any trouble, feel free to call us,” the younger Auror said.

“Are you daft?” The first one spoke up, clubbing the younger Auror upside the back of his head. “He’s the one who bested he-who-should-not-be-named. If he can’t deal with her, then no one can.”

“Thank you, gentlemen,” Harry said as he grabbed the door. “Have a good night.”

They waved him goodbye as Harry closed the door behind them. Turning around, Harry saw that Kreacher had brought Bellatrix towards the sitting room. The dark-haired woman was cringing as she moved about, as though she didn’t belong here. She must’ve been here before though.

“Sit down,” Harry told her.

The moment his voice spoke aloud, Bellatrix’s entire body twitched, shifting towards him. Her body twisted, and she deftly sat down on the closest bit of furniture, which happened to be a sofa.

Harry looked stunned at Bellatrix’s sudden compliance. She was sitting eagerly upon the edge of her edge of the sofa, waiting for Harry’s next command.

Drawing his wand, Harry gave it a simple wave to dry and fluff her robes so that they weren’t clinging to her skin any longer. Then, he conjured a long coat that he draped over her shoulders to give her some form of modesty.

Kreacher appeared with a tray of cheese, cured meats, and bread alongside a bowling pot of tea and some scones. Harry waited until he’d set everything down upon a table in the centre of the room and disappeared before he sat down across from Bellatrix.

“Why are you here?” He asked Bellatrix.

It took the shattered woman a moment before she responded. “Because you’re my new master,” she stated openly and honestly. She looked so desperate for his approval. “I’m sorry if I’ve displeased you.”

The shift in attitude compared to what he was used to from her was challenging. As her voice fell silent, Harry waited for several moments for some sarcastic or vindictive laughter, but none came. She remained resolutely still upon the sofa, not touching a single bit of food that was laid before her. At the very least, Harry had expected her to lunge at him or try anything to escape from her place. The fact that her wrists weren’t even bound was noticeable to him.

“And how was it that you decided that I was your new master?” Harry asked her.

“You defeated my old one,” Bellatrix replied instantly, leaning forward intensely. The words tumbled out of her lips so quickly that she didn’t even have time to breathe in. “You’re the most powerful wizard in existence. My life belongs to you.”

Harry leaned back in his seat, taking in a deep breath. She seemed even more mad than he remembered her being. This was going to be harder than he imagined.

Kreacher suddenly darted forward and pushed the tray of delicacies towards Bellatrix before retreating again. He clung to the corners of the room, exactly where Harry wished he was. Bellatrix eyed the food hungrily—she probably hadn’t had any food as good as this since before she was in Azkaban—but she didn’t touch it.

Was she waiting for him to order her to eat?

“What do you want from me?” Harry asked calmly.

“Nothing,” Bellatrix breathed out.

Harry cocked his head to the side in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t want anything from you,” Bellatrix emphasised. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

“And what is it that you expect from me?”

“Nothing,” Bellatrix lunged forward, not quite escaping her seat. “I want you! My master is all I want, all I need, all I dream of!”

She looked utterly unhinged as she rambled on. Harry only half paid attention to it. Hearing for the fourth time that she wanted nothing more than to please him was getting on his nerves.

“Stop,” Harry groaned, and to his surprise, Bellatrix’s mouth snapped shut instantly. If he was her master, then she was going to take his statements as commands to be followed to the letter. He was going to have to be careful about this. “Take a break and eat some food. And have some tea too.”

He didn’t know how specific he was going to have to be with these things, but he figured that it was best to be too specific rather than too general. Bellatrix promptly reached out and took a crusty piece of bread and ate it ravenously. As she gorged herself with one hand, the other was already busy placing slices of meat and cheese onto the next piece of bread.

“While you’re living with me, you’ll have a bedroom to stay in,” Harry told Bellatrix. “It’s on the second floor. I will lock the door every night and not unlock it until the morning when I get up. Any time the door is locked, you are expected to remain in your room and not try to leave. Is that understood?”

“Yes, master,” Bellatrix said dutifully, nodding her head along before she went back to eating.

“During the day, you will restrict yourself to the second floor and below. Several rooms will be closed off to you, but you’re free to roam through any of the other rooms. I’ll be finding some tasks for you to do to keep you busy, but if I don’t have a task for you, you’re welcome to do as you wish. Kreacher and I will both be keeping a close eye on you,” Harry said with a warning look. “If you ever attempt to harm either of us or any of my guests, I will be most displeased.”

“Even if they attack you?” Bellatrix asked, wide eyed.

“Even then,” Harry confirmed. Without a wand to use, Harry could easily imagine that Bellatrix would find a knife or something else to use as a weapon. Maybe she’d just use her nails and try to rip through the skin of anything that she didn’t like. “I will not have you doing any violent actions in my home or else I’ll send you back to Azkaban.”

“No, please!” Bellatrix practically screamed as she dropped to her knees. She stared up at Harry with the most pleading look he’d ever seen. “I’ll be good! I won’t do anything you don’t want me to! Please don’t send me away from you, master!”

“Calm down,” Harry said quickly, wanting to pull her back up to her feet. “Just sit down and keep eating. You’ll only be removed from my company if you go against any of my rules.”

“I’ll be good,” Bellatrix promised him.

“Alright,” Harry said slowly, keeping his gaze focused on her.

In truth, he didn’t trust her to keep to her word yet. What if this was all some elaborate game or escape plan? But then again, he trusted Hermione of all people not to get this wrong. If she thought that this was the best place for Bellatrix, then it was. It would just take a bit of time for him to lose that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

As the night wore on, Harry ensured that Bellatrix ate and drank enough to feel satiated without overly gorging herself. Although the meals in Azkaban were much more filling and nutritious under Kingsley’s watchful gaze, they were still quite bland. He didn’t want her to end up sick in the middle of the night by accident.

Bellatrix proved to be unusually demure. She rarely spoke unless addressed directly, and when it came time for bed, she didn’t complain at all when Harry stood outside the door when she used the washroom. She was only in there long enough to relieve herself and to brush her teeth before she came back out.

Harry took Bellatrix to her bedroom. It used to be one for guests, according to Kreacher, and the bathroom was right next to it. Harry had once shared this room with Ron, which was exactly why he’d chosen it. He’d already figured out all of the potential hiding spots, which would be a great help in case Bellatrix tried to stash anything. He ordered her to bed and then locked her door before going up to the third floor and entering the master bedroom. Buckbeak used to sleep here—a fitting way to piss off Sirius’ mother’s portrait—but Kreacher had helped convert it back into a proper state once Harry moved in.

As he settled himself for sleep, Harry wondered at just what he’d gotten himself into by accepting this.

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Days became weeks, and it wasn’t long before Harry became used to Bellatrix’s presence. He was busy most days and spent them out of the house at the Ministry. He didn’t exactly have a job title per se, but Kingsley certainly kept him busy by having him attend important meetings and visit with various foreign dignitaries. The constant praise and chatter about his role in the war often left him exhausted, and so he ended up with little energy to entertain Bellatrix.

That didn’t seem to bother her. Every day, she waited eagerly for his return in the living room right by the front door, often with a book in hand or something else to keep her occupied. She’d report on whatever small tasks that Harry had given her to do while he was out and then ask him if he ever needed anything.

At first, he’d turned down all of her offers of help, but by the second week, he’d been open to having her bring him a cup of tea when he got in. Naturally, he still checked it for poison even now, but she hadn’t tried to harm him yet.

It surprised him to see just how chipper and cheery Bellatrix genuinely was. At first, he feared that she’d been putting on an act for him, but then Hermione had come round a week after Bellatrix had arrived for a visit. Bellatrix wholeheartedly apologised to Hermione for what she’d done to her, and Hermione easily forgave her in return. Harry had been utterly bewildered by that until Hermione pulled him aside and revealed a key piece of information: the magic within the dark mark that she’d been branded with had conflicted with the dark artefact her family had used on her to force her to seek out a powerful lord to dedicate herself to. It led to her becoming utterly insane, but now that the dark mark was gone, her mind was steadily returning to what it’d once been.

From that day on, Harry had begun to see Bellatrix in a new light. He started enjoying his chats with her more, and he felt his body truly relaxing while she was around. Eventually, his mind did too, and he actually became happy to come home to see Bellatrix, especially since he didn’t have to talk about Ministry business with her.

On one particularly brutal day where he’d been at the Ministry from half past six in the morning until nearly eleven at night, Harry nearly collapsed the moment he walked in through the front door.

“Master!” Bellatrix exclaimed in alarm, throwing her book aside and rushing to him. She wrapped an arm around his waist to help hold him up. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, just exhausted,” Harry managed to say as he staggered over to the staircase.

“There’s food for you in the dining room—” Bellatrix began to say, but Harry waved her off.

“Tell Kreacher to put it under a Stasis Charm,” Harry interrupted as he yawned. “I need to go relax upstairs for a bit.”

He pulled out of her grasp and managed to make his way up to his bedroom on the third floor. He shed all of his clothes and debated whether or not it was worth it to go shower right now. In the end, the magnetic pull of his bed was too strong to resist.

He collapsed into bed and fell asleep within seconds.

Hours later, as Harry was peacefully dreaming about flying on his broom, he felt something warm and wet touching him. Rain began to drop in his dream, and then he got this exhilarating rush of pleasure that jolted him awake. It took a few moments before his brain woke up enough for him to see the large mass underneath his duvet and the feeling of a tongue slithering around his erect cock.

“What the fuck!” Harry shouted as he grabbed his wand and threw off the duvet.

Underneath was Bellatrix. Like him, she was stripped completely nude, and her cute arse wiggled back and forth as she lovingly sucked on the tip of his cock. Her dark eyes were full of mischief and lust as she stared up into his.

Instantly, anger and embarrassment filled Harry. “You’re supposed to be in your room!” He snapped.

Bellatrix released his cock from her mouth to speak. “You didn’t lock my door though,” she said, cocking her head to the side in confusion. “You only said that when my door is locked, I have to stay in my room and not leave.”

Merlin, was she really taking him that literally? He supposed it was his own fault for not locking her door before he collapsed in bed.

“Even still, this is the third floor. You have to stay on the second floor or below,” he pointed out.

“Only during the day,” Bellatrix replied cheerfully. “It’s still the middle of the night.”

Growling in frustration, Harry got up from his bed. “Then why the hell are you in here doing… stuff to me? I didn’t order you to do that.”

“You said that you needed to relax. What’s more relaxing than sex?” Bellatrix asked him sincerely.

Harry waved her off and stomped over to his bathroom. Honestly, he was just as annoyed with himself as he was with Bellatrix. He should’ve locked her in her room, and he should’ve locked his door too. But worse than that was the thought lingering in his mind to order her to go back to sucking his cock. Her lips had felt so nice around him, and it’d been ages since he’d last been with anyone.

“Just go somewhere else,” he told her as he rushed into the bathroom, desperate to get some distance between himself and Bellatrix.

Seeing as he was already naked, Harry simply turned on the shower and climbed in. His first thought had been to take a cold shower to help him calm down, but he was too pent up to refuse his body’s needs. It’d been a few days since he’d last masturbated, and this was the perfect opportunity to—

He groaned as he heard the door to the bathroom open. “I told you to go somewhere else,” he said, not turning around to face her.

“You told me that in your bedroom. This is somewhere else,” Bellatrix replied, giggling.

Harry turned around just as Bellatrix stepped into the shower with him. Her heavy breasts still sat high on her chest, and there was the finest patch of neatly-trimmed pubic hair above her slit. She knelt down before him again, putting her face inches away from his cock.

“Please, master,” she cooed. “Use me. Let me relieve your stress. I want nothing more than to be your ultimate servant in all things.”

The temptation was strong. So strong that Harry’s hand began twitching and he bunched it up into a fist. “I—” he began to say.

“I’ll let you do anything you want to me,” Bellatrix said with a fanatic twinge. “You can come home from a long day and order me onto my knees to suck your marvellous cock. Or you could bend me over wherever I am and take me in either hole of your choosing. Your pleasure is also mine. Be my master. Control me.”

Harry’s will crumbled. “You’re a fucking crazy bitch.”

“Your crazy bitch,” Bellatrix grinned.

“Alright then, suck my cock,” Harry ordered her.

The words weren’t even all the way out of his mouth before Bellatrix was engulfing his cock with her mouth again. Her lips wrapped around his thick shaft, and she began sucking him greedily as though she was desperate to make him cum. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, licking up all of the precum leaking out of him before moving on down his shaft as she took him deeper.

Bellatrix systematically bobbed her head to take him deeper and deeper with each pass. She had no trouble taking his cock deep into her throat, even when he suddenly grabbed her head and held her in place. She merely hummed in contentment and stared up at him with loving eyes until he finally released her, and then she went straight back to her ministrations.

Like someone salivating over a delicious-smelling meal, Bellatrix’s mouth was flooded with saliva. It made her sucking sound so much lewd as she tried to slurp up any of the saliva that escaped out of her mouth, but she eventually gave up on trying to do that and just let it slip down her chin and onto her beautiful breasts.

Harry felt like he was losing his mind with pleasure as Bellatrix did her utmost to do exactly that. The warm spray of water on his back coupled with Bellatrix’s warm mouth around his cock brought about a deadly combination that made his knees go weak. It was so good in fact that he could feel his orgasm coming on all-too quickly for his liking, but that gave him an idea.

“I’m going to fuck your throat,” Harry warned her half a second before he grabbed her head with both hands and started ruthlessly fucking her mouth. He pistoned his hips rapidly back and forth, plunging his cock deep into Bellatrix’s throat again and again. She gagged and choked as his cock ran through her. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, but only happiness radiated in her eyes. Her entire being seemed to revel in his brutal treatment, and she even went so far as to grab onto his legs to get more stability.

Bellatrix’s throat was wonderfully tight as it constricted around his shaft, but Harry didn’t relent or give her any sort of break. He just kept going, letting his balls smack off of her saliva-coated chin as he fucked her mouth roughly.

His cock throbbed with excitement as he grew closer and closer to the end, but he knew that he didn’t want to just cum down her throat. She was his now, and he was going to mark her as such.

Without stopping his thrusts, Harry told Bellatrix exactly what was about to happen.

“I’m going to let go of your head and pull back. Then, you’re going to stroke my cock until I cum all over your slutty face. Got it?”

Without no way for her to verbally respond, Harry trusted in her innate desire to not upset her master and let go of her head. He took a step back, pulling his cock out of Bellatrix’s throat and mouth, and she instantly latched onto his slobbery shaft with both hands and started pumping him.

“Please, cum all over my face, master!” Bellatrix begged. “I need to wear your essence all over my face and be marked by you! Please, cover me up like the dirty little slut I am and let everyone know that I’m yours!”

With a low groan, Harry sprayed a thick load of cum across Bellatrix’s face. The hot ropes coated her, and she accepted the offering with a bright smile. Her tongue darted out to collect some of his seed, just enough to taste it before letting the rest coat her.

As Harry finished, Bellatrix sighed and pressed her face to his cock, breathing in his musk deeply. “Perfect,” she moaned softly.

Harry’s cock was still erect and throbbed with excitement as seeing Bellatrix acting so subservient to him. “It’s not perfect yet,” he said in a husky tone. “If you’re really going to become my slut, then I need to stuff my cock in your pussy and let you feel my cum in there too.”

Bellatrix’s face lit up at his words. “I’m yours in all ways. Please—” she spanked her ass loudly “—give me everything you have.”

“Get on your hands and knees,” Harry ordered her. “I’m gonna fuck your sweet pussy until you scream.”

At his words, Bellatrix scrambled to obey. She instantly twisted around, presenting her arse to him. Her pink pussy was slick with arousal and glistening invitingly in the steamy shower. “Fill me up,” she begged. “Breed me! Make me yours!”

Harry got down on his knees behind her, and without any preamble, he shoved his cock roughly into Bellatrix’s pussy. Her back arched sharply as her pussy was suddenly filled to the brim with his thick cock, and her walls clamped down hard around him. She squealed in utter delight, and Harry himself was left gasping at the sheer intensity of her wet heat around him.

“Yes,” Bellatrix hissed. “Fuck me, master! Fuck me rotten!”

Grabbing onto her arse cheeks with his hands, Harry started fucking Bellatrix rougher than anyone he ever had before. He let his hips slam painfully into Bellatrix’s arse, spearing his cock into the deepest points of her pussy. Bellatrix moaned loudly and slammed her hips back to meet his powerful thrusts, ensuring that he got as deep as possible inside of her. Water from the shower sprayed across both of their bodies, warming them up as the sound of their brutal fucking rang out.

“I’m going to fuck you every single day,” Harry declared to Bellatrix. “I expect you to be ready whenever I come home.”

“I’ll keep my pussy nice and ready for you, master,” Bellatrix replied fervently. “Whether you come home early or late, I’ll always be ready for you!”

A guttural moan escaped Bellatrix’s lips as Harry spanked her arse hard. Her tight walls squeezed him even more as she wailed.

“Yes master! Fuck me! You’re so big and deep inside of me! Harder, please, harder!”

She was so shameless in her begging that Harry actually laughed. He couldn’t believe how luck had afforded him the chance to have someone like Bellatrix in his life. Why he didn’t think of fucking her sooner, he didn’t know. But now that he had her, he wasn’t going to squander the opportunity to fuck her every chance he had.

“Beg for it you fucking slut!” He ordered her.

“My pussy needs your fat cock!” Bellatrix screamed. “I’ve been aching for you so badly. I need you to use me and ruin me for any other man! Make me your personal cum dumpster! Fill me up until I’m completely overflowing with your seed!”

Drunk on power, Harry grinned and rammed hard into Bellatrix’s pussy. Her pussy was desperately trying to milk his cock as he ruined her. It was pulsing like mad too, signalling that Bellatrix was nearly about to cum.

“Don’t cum until I tell you to,” he ordered her.

Even as she took in his words, she kept on with his previous command to beg for him to keep fucking her.

“Pound my tight little pussy! Stretch me out and make me scream your name, master!” Her voice was growing hoarse from screaming so loud. “I’m your plaything to use however you see fit! Spank me, choke me, fuck me raw, do whatever you need to until your satisfied! Just don’t stop!”

Bellatrix’s body shuddered in pleasure as Harry’s balls smacked off of her clit.

“I’m so close, master,” she whimpered.

So was he, but he was half a step behind her.

“Not yet, slut,” Harry told her.

“I’ll wait, I promise,” Bellatrix moaned.

It must’ve been torturous to wait for her, but Harry didn’t care. He was the master here, not her, and what he said went. He was going to keep fucking her perfect little pussy until he’d had his fill, and only then would he allow her to cum.

Eventually, she broke.

“Please, master!” Bellatrix cried out. “I—”

“Cum, now!” Harry roared as his second orgasm arrived.

“Master!” Bellatrix screamed at the top of her lungs.

Her pussy clamped down hard like a vice around him as she came. It was like a relentless onslaught of waves washing over her as her entire body seized up, then relaxed for a moment, and then tensed back up again. Harry’s cock pulsed and throbbed in time with her contractions, and he spewed out a seemingly endless stream of cum deep into her womb. Bellatrix’s eyes rolled back in pure bliss as she collapsed onto the shower floor, unable to keep herself up any longer. Harry followed her down, collapsing on top of her as he let the last few drops of cum spill out into her.

Satisfied, Harry wiggled his hand underneath Bellatrix and groped her breast roughly. “You’re mine forever,” he told her.

Bellatrix’s cum-covered face turned back to look at him. “Forever,” she agreed.