June 2025's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Bellatrix Lestrange - Sex Magic

A round of raucous applause went up as the Dark Lord himself dispatched four of his Death Eaters without so much as breaking a sweat. He’d made them look like absolute fools in less time than it took them to don their skull-like masks.

Honestly, Bellatrix was impressed, but not as much as she’d expected to be. Everyone had heard of the Dark Lord by now and how he was going to revolutionise the magical world with his awesome powers, but he didn’t seem to possess anything truly otherworldly in his arsenal. His parseltongue abilities had made for an interesting discussion point for a time, but when Bellatrix realised that they were primarily just for show and intimidation, she stopped being as impressed by them as others were.

The Dark Lord was the most powerful wizard she’d ever seen in combat… but she could easily see five or six competent wizards taking him down. The Death Eaters he’d chosen to duel weren’t near the top of the pack or at the bottom; they were a carefully selected group that showed promise but hadn’t yet been able to truly make themselves stand above the rest. That cunning did put a point in the Dark Lord’s favour, but it was vastly overshadowed by Bellatrix’s immense disappointment.

She’d joined the Death Eaters to learn from the most powerful wizard around. Dumbledore, the fool, refused to teach or take on any apprentices, so she was left with few other options. There was plenty that the Dark Lord would be able to teach her, but her potential growth seemed far more limited now than she’d imagined it to be.

“Britain will remember us forever for what we are about to achieve tonight!” The Dark Lord shouted at the crowd surrounding him. “Go off and strike fear into the hearts of mudbloods and blood traitors alike! Let them feel our ire as we ascend back to our rightful place within the Wizarding World!”

Another cheer went up, but Bellatrix was half hearted in her sounds.

Avery found her not long after and guided her aside to a corner of the large ballroom they found themselves in. There were a few others there: Nott, Selwyn, and Rodolphus Lestrange himself—the bane of her existence. Her dearest mother wasn’t subtle in her hints that the elder Lestrange son was interested in her hand, and although he was tall and strong and not unpleasant to look at, Bellatrix found him quite dim.

Naturally, the only space in the small circle they formed was next to Rodolphus. She’d have to thank Avery for his dedication to his close friend at a later date.

“We’ve been selected for a great task by the Dark Lord,” Avery informed them, his deep voice booming loud enough so that others nearby could overhear him. Word was bound to spread among the gossip lovers here. “Godric’s Hollow has long been a village filled with muggle-loving blood traitors. Dumbledore’s own family comes from there, and we all know how much of a fool he is.”

Chuckles went up around the group, but Bellatrix refused to put up any appearances around them. Dumbledore was a naive old man. He refused to use his power to stop an obvious threat in the Dark Lord from rising within Britain, but that didn’t mean that he was a fool. If he was, then he wouldn’t have positions of power within Hogwarts, the Wizengamot, and the I.C.W.

“Will we finally burn this blight to wizardkind from the dirt it stands upon?” Selwyn asked eagerly.

“No,” Avery shook his head. “Destroying it entirely would be a powerful message, but not as powerful as the terror we will spread as rescue workers come in to help deal with the wreckage we will cause. We will tear down buildings and slaughter the impure within their homes, but we will leave enough standing to let the fires of our purge continue to burn for weeks and months to come.”

“Won’t the Aurors be an issue?” Nott asked. “Godric’s Hollow is well known to them as they patrol the village regularly. They can simply apparate or floo in and interfere with our efforts.”

“They could,” Avery said slowly, letting the words dance across the tip of his tongue. He had something planned, Bellatrix could see. She narrowed her eyes in annoyance at his silly little act.

“Get on with it then,” she snapped. “What trick do you have up your sleeve?”

Avery laughed. “That’s the fire I’ve been waiting to see. Eager to have us all hurry up so that you can impress the Dark Lord on your first mission?”

“You know she is,” Rodolphus laughed as well. He wrapped an arm around Bellatrix’s waist like she was already his. She tried to pull away, but his grip remained tight.

Bellatrix’s wand slipped from her holster into her hand, and she had the tip pressed against Rodolphus’ crotch in an instant. “You have one second to—”

Rodolphus stumbled backwards, releasing her. She couldn’t tell if he looked terrified or furious. Most likely it was both.

“Save your fire for the blood traitors and mudbloods in Godric’s Hollow,” Selwyn hissed.

“Don’t forget the muggles,” Nott added.

“Prudent words,” Avery said, eyeing Bellatrix carefully. “We are all allies in the fight against the impure; we mustn't fight amongst ourselves.”

“Then tell that one to keep his hands to himself,” Bellatrix said sharply as she pointed her wand back at Rodolphus.

“He didn’t mean anything by it. Did you, Rodolphus?” Avery said, trying to instill a sense of calm back into the group.

“R-right,” Rodolphus said hesitantly.

Bellatrix stowed her wand but kept her limbs loose in case she needed to draw it again. She wasn’t so foolish as to ignore the fact that she was with four of the more senior Death Eaters among the group. Avery had been one of the Dark Lord’s earliest supporters. She was no one compared to them, even if she was a powerful witch and a valuable asset to the cause. They could dispose of her easily if they deemed her to be more trouble than she was worth, but neither could she act weak around them. Her presence and power needed to be felt without making it seem like she was trying to make it so.

Clearing his throat, Avery returned the conversation to where it’d been before Rodolphus’ interruption. “We have men on the inside of the Ministry who are helping us. There will be an… ‘accident’ in the Department of Magical Transportation. The floo network will just so happen to go down across Britain for twenty minutes. We also have a secondary team who will be on the outskirts of Godric’s Hollow creating and maintaining an anti-apparation ward for the duration of our attack.”

“So, we only have twenty minutes,” Nott repeated thoughtfully.

“More if we can destroy all of the fireplaces in the magical homes,” Selwyn chimed in.

“When does the mission begin?” Bellatrix asked curtly.

Avery pulled out a pocket watch. “In seven minutes from now, this portkey will activate and take us to the village.”

He pulled out a long scroll of parchment, which he promptly unfurled. Rodolphus guffawed loudly when he saw what was written on it: MUGGLEBORN-SUPPORT SOCIETY — FRIENDS WELCOME!

“Are they really still going on with this?” Selwyn sneered. “I figured those sorry blood traitors would’ve realised by now that mudbloods don’t belong in our world.”

“They’ll learn soon enough,” Avery assured them. “Now, finish your final preparations and get ready to go.”

Bellatrix stood off on her own and waited impatiently, tapping her foot on the floor. The others in her group were strutting about the ballroom as though they were the Dark Lord himself. They made sure that everyone knew just how special they were and how important their job was.

Power didn’t need to be stated in such an obvious manner. Power was power, and even fools could recognise it.

When the time for their mission neared, Avery came to her side first. “Please play nice,” he whispered to her. “Rodolphus is a bit brash, but he means well. There are worse matches you could find.”

“There are better ones too,” Bellatrix retorted. “And I’m not the type to settle for anything but the best.”

Avery followed her gaze over to where the Dark Lord sat upon a throne-like chair. “Aiming quite high, are we?” He said in amusement. “Prove yourself tonight and you’ll be one step closer to your desire.”

Selwyn came over next, followed closely behind by Rodolphus and Nott. Each of them donned their skeletal masks, readying themselves for the carnage they were about to unleash. Avery held out the parchment for them, and they all took hold of it moments before they were whisked away.

Bellatrix landed smoothly in the middle of a quiet, empty road. Cottages lined the sides of the road, all looking far too peaceful. The others quickly took in their surroundings, noting that there wasn’t a soul in sight.

“This is perfect,” Avery smiled. “I bet that everyone’s sleeping soundly in their homes. It’ll make this easy. No heroes to show up and—”

Avery’s pearly-white teeth were suddenly covered with a thin layer of blood when the top of his head was sheared cleanly off of his body.

Bellatrix had barely blinked before she heard the most terrible cry screech from the skies above. Her head snapped upwards to witness what seemed like hundreds… no, thousands of birds descending upon them. There was no uniformity in their composition; everything from the native robin to foreign herons were diving towards them with an unquestioning fury.

Acting more on instinct than anything else, Bellatrix drew her wand and raised the dirt around her to form a rough dome to protect herself. She was halfway through reinforcing the dome with some protective magics when she felt the first bird smash against her hastily-made shelter. It sounded like a heavy stone crashing against the ground with a dull thud. Three more struck her dome before she finished her charms, and then all she could do was wait.

How many birds died crashing into her shelter? Bellatrix tried to keep count, but it was impossible with all of the noise. Eventually, it began to get to her. The constant bombardment made her flinch again and again until she finally began to get used to it. And then there was nothing.

In the sudden silence, Bellatrix realised just how heavily she was breathing. She remained in her shelter for over a minute before she found the courage to dispel her magics and allow the earth to fall away from her.

“Don’t move,” a dangerous voice spoke from behind her.

Despite the words said, Bellatrix tried to spin on her heels, only to find herself suddenly being strung up and hoisted into the air before the figure who was steadily approaching her.

The man’s dark hair drank in the moonlight shining down from above. His chiselled jaw line and broad shoulders made for a striking figure, and his billowing cloak behind him only added to the effect. Many wizards loved having a billowing cloak behind them, but none had ever managed to make it seem so perfectly natural as this man did. It left Bellatrix breathless.

“I told you not to move,” the man said, sounding exasperated with her already. “Why would you do otherwise?”

Bellatrix didn’t care to answer his questions. There was only one thing on her mind.

“How did you do that?” She asked.

Never in her wildest dreams had she seen magic like that. She knew it to be magic because it simply was so. She could feel the remnants of whatever spells the man had used lingering in the air. It was electrifying and utterly intoxicating, like the scent of a long-cooked roast spilling out of a kitchen.

The man smiled at her like one would at a pet performing an amusing trick. “Magic,” he replied sarcastically.

A burning desire to tell the man off filled Bellatrix’s chest, but something held her back from doing so.

It was his power, she realised. The aura radiating off of his body was full of power, and it forced an inherent respect into her that even Dumbledore and the Dark Lord weren’t able to create.

This was the man she’d been searching for her entire life! She was practically salivating as she stared at him with awe.

“But how?” She asked.

“An old type of ritualistic magic,” he replied, indulging her curiosity. “It’s one of my specialities.”

“I need you to teach me it,” Bellatrix declared emphatically.

The man laughed at her. “Really? You want me to teach you? You’re my enemy, you know, and I just killed your friends.”

“They’re no friends of mine,” Bellatrix denied. “Allies of convenience, really, and now that I’ve found you, I have no need of the Death Eaters anymore.”

“Really?” He raised a sarcastic eyebrow at her.

“Really,” she stated earnestly. “Your power is greater than the Dark Lord’s. I will renounce him and give up any information about him that you may wish. As you said, the Death Eaters are your enemies. All I ask in return is that you take me on as your apprentice.”

Finally, the man seemed to realise her sincerity. Her words had convinced him; she could see in his deep, green eyes that he was seriously considering her offer. He closed the gap between them and stood right in front of her face, just inches away from their lips touching.

“And what if I told you that my ritualistic type of magic is sex magic? It requires utter subservience and perfection on your part.”

The answer came easily to Bellatrix’s lips. “You can do anything that you want to to me. You can fuck me for as long as your stamina allows so long as you teach me. I’ll be your perfect little slut if that’s what it takes, Master…”

“Harry,” he finished for her with a wicked grin.

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Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at the slightest patch of skin on her master’s cock that wasn’t lovingly coated with her saliva. The ritual they had planned was clear, and wasn’t about to ruin their week-long preparation.

There was a mass assault planned against Hogsmeade by the Death Eaters and, if rumours were to be believed, Voldemort himself would be making an appearance. Bellatrix was well aware now of his true identity and how he’d methodically lied to pure-bloods—not that she ascribed to that ideology any longer. His belief systems were inherently flawed if a half-blood was able to rise with so much power, and so Bellatrix knew that the future he promised would ultimately be flawed and weaker than what her master offered.

Hundreds would arrive on these quiet streets within the hour, and in that time, they needed to prepare. The moon hung high in the sky, providing minimal lighting to everything around them, but Bellatrix could see her master perfectly.

“Very good,” Harry cooed at her as she took his cock deep into her throat so that her lips reached the base of his shaft. Her tongue slathered his cock with all of the saliva she managed to coax into her mouth and ensured that he would be nice and covered for what came next. It was important that she didn’t make him cum quite yet, but she still needed to keep him interested enough so that he maintained his erection.

Sex magic was quite the fickle subject, she’d learnt. It wasn’t enough to simply have sex and conjure awesome magic; you needed to perform a concise series of actions that created specific results. Timing and intent was everything with sex magic, and so it was nearly impossible to stumble upon it accidentally.

Her master’s former partner had been a muggle who was enraptured with him, which had been a great surprise to Bellatrix. Never in her wildest dreams could she imagine that a muggle could help create such a grand magical effect as thousands of birds attacking a set of targets so deliberately. However, her master had made it clear that everything that day had been under only his power. Partnering with a powerful witch would only enhance the effects of the magic they created together.

And now, after weeks of practising, they were ready to unleash everything they’d been preparing.

Bellatrix sucked hard on Harry’s cock as she bobbed her head up and down quickly, feeling the way his cock jumped in her mouth to gauge when she needed to slow down a touch. Their practice sessions had made it perfectly clear just how easily they were able to get each other off, so it took quite a bit of restraint to ensure that neither of them ruined the moment before it’s due course.

“Don’t neglect my balls,” Harry reminded her, not that he needed to. Bellatrix was perfectly aware of exactly when she needed to suck on them and gently tease them with her tongue to amplify the power of his cum in the ritual they were about to perform.

She took his cock down into her throat again, gagging around the thick shaft. It wasn’t entirely just her desire to turn her master on that caused her to do that. Harry had the largest cock she’d ever seen or heard of—even compared to her dormmates when they bragged about how big their boyfriend’s cocks were. It was a treat that she got to suck on a cock as magnificent as this one.

Only once she heard her master groan in pleasure did she pull back and take both of his balls into her mouth. She sucked gently on them and let her tongue bounce them around as she grabbed his shaft with her fist and started stroking him.

The hill they were upon overlooked the village of Hogsmeade perfectly. Much of the residential district stretched beyond their view, but that was fine. The Death Eaters were bound to strike the main shopping district first as it was the area most people associated Hogsmeade with.

A chalk circle was drawn on the ground around them, causing birds and critters alike to avoid their space with an unnatural determination. The circle itself didn’t offer anything to sex magic itself; it merely ensured that there would be no accidents or unexpected guests to interrupt their concentration.

“They’ll be here soon,” Harry commented as Bellatrix noisily slurped down the saliva that was pooling in her mouth. “We ought to move on to the next stage.”

“Are you sure I’ve done enough already?” Bellatrix whined as she released his balls from her mouth. She kissed along his shaft, nuzzling it against her nose. “I could suck you off until they show up, or I could even make you cum and then we could start the ritual over again.”

“No,” Harry chuckled in amusement at her eagerness. “We can’t mess up our timings. We’re moving onto the next stage.”

Bellatrix loved it when her master finished in her mouth. His seed was laden with magical energy and potential. If it weren’t for the fact that pregnancy heavily affected how and what types of sex magic worked, she would’ve begged for him to put a child in her belly. She knew for certain that their combined powers would be sure to birth a powerful child of their own.

“Bellatrix!” Harry snapped sharply when she hadn’t moved.

“Sorry, master,” she muttered as she stood up and reached for the hem of her thin, white robes. They were little more than a single sheet of fabric with holes cut in it for her head and arms to pop through—not exactly the type of outfit that one would wear on a day out—but that was the point of it. Anything fancier might take too long to strip out of, and timing was everything with sex magic.

Bellatrix lifted the robes up swiftly, revealing her perfect body to the warm evening air. Her long legs led up to a hairless pink slit between her thighs. She shaved regularly to keep any hair from her body below her head. Her flat, toned belly sat just below her perky breasts that seemed to defy gravity itself.

Even after spending so much time fucking, her master always loved to stare at her bare body whenever she revealed it to him. The lust in his eyes turned her on so much, making the fire in her core flare.

They’d practised the exact steps that they’d meticulously planned out exhaustively, so Bellatrix knew exactly what to do. She dropped to her hands and knees in the dirt, facing the town of Hogsmeade. Harry finished shedding his clothes behind her and then knelt down right behind her with the tip of his cock prodding her arse.

“Any second now,” Harry murmured, his eyes scanning the distant village.

On queue, the Death Eaters arrived, and Harry shoved his cock into Bellatrix’s pussy half a second later.

“Fuck!” Bellatrix cried out as his cock stretched out her tight hole so much. Even now, it still blew her away that his cock was able to fit inside of her. Had it not been for her extended masturbation for nearly an hour before they came here, she wouldn’t have been able to take him inside of her so easily. Sucking his cock always left her pussy dripping wet, and so there was minimal resistance when he slammed every inch of his cock inside of her.

The ritual called for a moment of reprieve. Harry stilled inside of her and grabbed onto her hips firmly to help keep her from falling over once he actually started fucking her.

The dark-cloaked Death Eaters in the village below swiftly fanned out. There were dozens of them there, and in the middle was the Dark Lord himself, boldly watching on as his Death Eaters began to batter the buildings with countless curses. Above their heads, dark storm clouds began to form.

Bellatrix’s walls clenched around Harry’s cock. “Are you going to fuck me or what?” She whined.

“Just a—”

Then, he moved sharply inside of her, pulling all the way back until just the tip was still inside and then slamming his hips forward. Bellatrix let out a sultry moan as her trembling pussy tried to clamp down on his cock. She hadn’t allowed herself to cum earlier when she was masturbating, so she was incredibly ready to do so right now. But she had to wait.

Harry’s thrusts were passionate without being so rough as to cause her any pain. Her arsecheeks rippled from the thrusts, creating a constant stream of waves that she knew had to look absolutely divine. She could feel the power of his thrusts when his hips smacked off of her, which only served to turn her on even more.

Bellatrix let out a louder moan when Harry’s balls smacked off of her clit. It felt like the most pleasurable lightning shooting through every inch of her body, filling her with a deep need for more.

“Fuck yes,” she hissed. “Give it to me, master! Make a mess out of me with your big fat fucking cock!”

He growled a curse under his breath at her for nearly making him lose control, but that was the dance they played. If they weren’t constantly egging each other on then the ritual wouldn’t work right. They had to build up this electric energy between them before they could unleash its awesome powers.

But the truth was that the ritual had begun to fade from her mind. The pleasure that Harry’s cock gave her as it slammed in and out of her sopping-wet pussy was overloading her mind entirely. All that she could focus on was just how damned good his cock was, how she wanted to be his slut forever to be used whenever he had another ritual in mind.

Below, fires began to engulf buildings. The Death Eaters were rampaging, but few actually lived within the market district of Hogsmeade. Only a few would be staying at the Three Broomsticks, and that building had enough wards laden into it to give the occupants protection from the Death Eaters until her and her master’s ritual was completed.

Harry’s cock began to pulse inside of her, signalling that the end was near. She didn’t want it to end, but she knew that she could have her way with him once they retreated back to their base of operations.

“I’m about to switch,” he warned her.

Bellatrix was ready for this. She’d practised with a plug before Harry had actually tried anal on her, and she’d spent the past couple days with one in her for most of the time. She’d only taken her current one out just before the ritual began, and she was still filled with plenty of lube to make his entry easier.

Lowering her upper body until her breasts squished into the dirt, Bellatrix laid her head down on her arms and whimpered as Harry pulled his cock out from her pussy. She wanted to beg him to put it right back in, but the heat of his cock pushing into her arse scratched the itch. She forced her body to relax to take him in, but once he was, all of her pleasure left her mind completely dumbstruck. She couldn’t think of anything else besides how big and good her master’s cock felt inside of her arse.

Faintly, as Harry began fucking her into the dirt, Bellatrix heard the first thunderclap a moment after a bolt of lightning shot straight down into the centre of Hogsmeade. The screams of the Death Eaters who’d died in the blow barely reached her ears. The electric pulse of magic flowing between her and Harry left her trembling and desperate for more.

“Again,” Bellatrix begged pathetically.

Harry reeled back and rammed into her arse hard. As she screamed in pleasure, another bolt of lightning struck the Death Eaters.

Again and again, Harry pumped his cock into her arse. More bolts of lightning struck Death Eaters but conspicuously left Voldemort untouched. His would come only when the grand finally began.

“Your arse is perfect to fuck,” Harry groaned loudly. He spanked her arse—which wasn’t a part of the ritual but wouldn’t disrupt it either—leaving behind a red handprint. “Your cheeks have got just the right amount of jiggle. And you’re so fucking tight around me.”

“I’ll be your little cock slut anytime you need,” Bellatrix cried out in ecstasy. “Please, just—!”

Her words devolved into nonsense as the heat in her core flared. She was dangerously close to cumming now, but doing that would ruin the entire ritual. She needed to hold on so desperately.

Bellatrix bit into her arm to hope that the pain would jolt her focus back into place, but Harry was relentless. His thrusts were becoming a touch bit more erratic as he too lost himself to the pleasure of their wild fucking out in the open air.

“Six more and then the grand finale,” Harry said through gritted teeth.

Six more thrusts. Bellatrix could handle that.

On the second one, she screamed. “Harry! Please! I’m so fucking close!”

“Just hold on!”

The raw power coursing between their bodies, fuelling the unnatural thunderstorm that was decimating their enemies, made every sensation feel so much more intense.

The third thrust was no easier to handle than the last, nor was the fourth. Then the fifth came and Bellatrix finally felt like she had everything under control, which wasn’t good because she needed to cum on the next thrust.

Conjuring the image of Harry’s strong form in her mind and her holding their perfect child, Bellatrix begged for release.

“I’m cumming!” She screamed, willing it to be true.

The magic that exploded out from them as the ritual neared its final phase did exactly what it needed to. Both Bellatrix and Harry let out guttural, primal yells as they were both overtaken by their orgasms. Bellatrix’s arse squeezed Harry’s cock so tightly that she feared that she’d injure herself, but she knew that their combined magic wouldn’t let that happen. As spasms overtook her entire body, she moaned lewdly as she felt Harry’s cum shooting deep into her arsehole.

In that perfect moment, something unlike anything before happened. The sky illuminated so brightly that it was like a dozen suns had suddenly appeared in the heavens above. A rage-filled scream came from Hogsmeade—the only sound currently coming from there—as a massive magical dome appeared over the Dark Lord.

Dozens… no, hundreds of bolts of lightning descended upon a single point. They screeched loudly as they sheared through the Dark Lord’s protective magics. Then, they crashed into the man himself just before the painful thunderclaps reached Bellatrix.

The Dark Lord was dead. And now came her future with her master.