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Harry Potter had spent the last two years of his life waiting for this moment. A few feet away, a cauldron bubbled with a pink, frothy concoction that Harry had spent countless hours creating. At Hogwarts, he despised potions, not because the subject was boring or lacked magic, nor because of the precision it required, but because of Snape. Nevertheless, after the war, Harry stumbled upon his parents' journals and fell in love with them. He adored his father's character—confident, proud—and young Potter aspired to be like him. However, it was his mother's journal that he read repeatedly. She ignited his desire to study potions, gave him ideas for experiments, and even led him to cheat a little, using well-placed spells to attend Muggle universities. He tapped on the computer keyboard, making a few revisions to his notes. It was during his studies that he realized how foolish wizards could be. Potions, contrary to appearances, involved more than just properly prepared ingredients, throwing them in, and stirring in the right direction and quantity. Now, however, Harry was working on his mother's dream—an intelligent elixir that could copy and enhance Metamorphmagus abilities.
Harry imagined changing the color of his green eyes to blue, growing a few centimeters taller, or developing muscles that would put a professional bodybuilder to shame. The possibilities were limitless, and this discovery could make him unimaginably wealthy. After all, how many nineteen-year-old billionaires existed in the world?
With a smile, Harry tapped the keys and exclaimed, "Bingo!" Suddenly, the laboratory door screeched open, interrupting his concentration. The sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence. "Are you ready, mate?" Ron, Harry's best friend, sat on a stool next to him.
"No, go on without me," Harry replied.
Ron leaned against the cauldron containing Harry's concoction and exclaimed, "You have to see what she's wearing today."
"Hey, be careful," Harry warned, glancing at the picture held by Ron.
The image revealed his former nemesis, Bellatrix, dressed in a fitted summer dress that accentuated her ample cleavage. Her long, now blond hair cascaded down her back, and her scarlet lips were alluring. Harry couldn't help but imagine her lips wrapped around his member.
"Damn, despite being a snake, she's incredibly attractive," Ron remarked. "Can you believe she's almost your stepmother now? Sirius married her. Fucked up, right?"
Bellatrix had also been Harry's guardian since his escape from prison. Alongside Sirius, she took care of him during the summer, sneaking into Hogwarts to support and teach him, even pretending to be his cat for a while. She fueled countless erotic fantasies and appeared in many wet dreams. Life could be cruel. While Sirius could indulge in physical relations with such a beautiful woman, Harry remained on the sidelines, yearning for her. "Becoming a billionaire might be the best chance to win her over," Harry suggested.
"I don't want to marry her; I just want to fuck her," Ron mumbled.
Harry shook his head and replied, "Don't stop dreaming. Give me a moment to finish this experiment."
Ron straightened up in his seat. In the process, his elbow accidentally knocked over a crystal vial containing powdered dragon scales. The vial wobbled and toppled, spilling the dust straight into the cauldron. The elixir started bubbling, emitting a purple smoke.
Reacting swiftly, Harry grabbed the vial before years of hard work were ruined. "Damn it, Ron! What the hell?" he exclaimed.
"Damn it, sorry, Harry," Ron shouted, grabbing his photo and quickly moving away from the table.
Harry tapped a few keys on his computer and clicked the "Run" button. An error message appeared on the screen: "Transformation interrupted - serum invalid." "Damn," Harry muttered in frustration. Two years of his life just went up in smoke. "I can fix this," offered his friend, Ron.
"Don't touch it, for fuck's sake," Harry snapped, pouring the mixture into a glass bottle and sealing it with a cork. "I have a Muggle microfilter at home. Maybe I can salvage it."
Back at home, Harry found Bellatrix sitting on a high-backed chair at the kitchen island. She wore the same tight summer dress he had seen in Ron's photo. Her ample bosom spilled over the top, and the dress accentuated the curves of her perfect behind and long, toned legs. She was engrossed in reading her mail.
Harry placed the bottle with the solution on the counter and opened the fridge. "Nice to see you too," he said. She sighed and remarked, "Your room is a mess."
"The key word in that sentence is 'your.' As in, it's my room, and I can live in it however I want," Harry replied, asserting his ownership. He grabbed the remaining pizza and brought it to the kitchen island.
"Don't mess with me, Harry. It's been a long day," she warned, using profanity more liberally than usual. Harry wasn't accustomed to Bellatrix speaking so freely. "What's bothering you?"
"Nothing. Don't worry about it," she replied, folding the letter she had been reading and putting it back into the envelope.
Harry shrugged and took a bite of pizza, his gaze fixated on Bellatrix's cleavage. Through the gaps in her neckline, he caught a glimpse of her white bra with delicate lace, well aware of all her bras and their size—34D.
Over the past seven years, Harry Potter had learned many facts about Bellatrix. She had been his secret obsession, even if she didn't know it. Bellatrix started working for him as soon as Sirius was cleared of all charges. From that day on, he dedicated all his time and effort to try and win her over, but it was a lost cause.
Bellatrix ended up getting involved with Sirius rather quickly, officially to annul their marriage contract and protect him from Azkaban. Eventually, they got married, and this unfortunate circumstance forever cast Harry as a little kid in Bellatrix's eyes.
Bellatrix tucked away the letter and inspected the bottle filled with his Elixir. "What's this? Perfume?" he heard Bellatrix's question. The pink container caught his eye, shimmering in the bright kitchen light. It could easily pass as a high-end bottle of designer fragrance.
"Are you hiding something from us, Harry? Do you have a girlfriend?" Bellatrix asked, reaching for the bottle and uncorking it.
Harry shook his head. The truth was, he had never had a girlfriend and was still a virgin. "No, it's just..."
Driven by curiosity, Bellatrix decided to smell the contents. Her face twisted in a grimace. "This smells terrible. You should get a refund."
"It's not perfume," Harry explained. "It's a university project." Although he lied, he knew she wouldn't be able to tell the difference. After all, her knowledge of the Muggle world came solely from items purchased en masse by Sirius. Bellatrix's frown disappeared, her expression became blank, and her eyes seemed distant, lost in thought.
Harry felt a strange sensation. He felt an unprecedented connection with Bellatrix, as if they were intertwined on a cellular level. He had always desired her, but now he felt as though he knew her on a deep level. It was as if he could read her thoughts, although not quite precisely.
Couples who had spent years together often finished each other's sentences or synchronized their thoughts. Harry experienced an amplified version of that with Bellatrix. Something within him shifted and settled permanently. It was as if they were destined for each other, true kindred spirits. When Bellatrix closed her eyes with him, he somehow knew that she felt the same. Bellatrix gasped, her cheeks turning crimson, and her lips hung open.
She knows how much I desire her, Harry thought. He couldn't hide it, and she was aware that he knew. He also understood that until she inhaled his elixir, she didn't feel any physical attraction towards him. But now they were bound together, and the connection was lasting and irreversible.
"For how long have you desired me like this?" she asked with evident curiosity.
There was no point in lying. Harry was certain that they would never be able to keep secrets from each other again. "Do you remember when we first met in that screaming shack when you and Sirius caught the rat? Since then, I've desired you," he admitted. At that time, Bellatrix was thirty-two years old and incredibly alluring, despite the time spent in Azkaban.
Sympathy filled her face. "Your sexual frustration is palpable. I'm sorry, I had no idea." Harry glanced at the letter in her hand and took a leap. "It's from a healer, isn't it?" he asked.
Bellatrix nodded.
"It's about Sirius, right?"
Again, she nodded.
"He's sterile," Harry stated matter-of-factly.
"Harry, how is this happening? Can you read my thoughts?" she asked, clearly astonished.
"I think it's the elixir," Harry replied, pointing to the bottle. "There was an accident in the laboratory. I had no idea it would have this effect."
"Harry, your sexual frustration is concerning," she said with concern in her voice. "It's almost overwhelming me. Is it going to be like this between us from now on? I can't handle it."
"I can't control my desire for you," I responded, unable to hold back my words. She blushed and looked down. "Harry, please, don't say things like that."
"Take off your dress and let me see your breasts," I said, surprising even myself. Just moments ago, such a request would have earned me a slap from Bellatrix. But somehow, I had a feeling she would agree.
She loosened the dress on her shoulders. "Okay, but do you think seeing my breasts will be enough?" Her breasts spilled out of the dress, tantalizingly bouncing beneath the delicate lace of her white bra.
Harry Potter's heart pounded like a bell, and his tongue clumsily moved across his chapped lips. "What do you mean?" he asked, trying to maintain an even tone of voice.
"I suggest we go to my room, and you can do whatever you want there," she replied, and her dress smoothly slid off, revealing white panties that accentuated the perfect V shape of her intimate area and hugged her round hips.
Adrenaline surged through Harry's body, causing momentary weakness in his legs. "Alright..." he replied hoarsely as his excitement grew in his jeans.
Bellatrix approached him, simultaneously unzipping his jeans. She emitted a scent of oranges, jasmine, and a hint of vanilla, intertwined with something primal that Harry couldn't quite pinpoint.
Suddenly, it dawned on him. "You're ovulating," he stated.
The girl bit her lower lip and nodded. Goosebumps appeared on her chest, and her nipples hardened before Harry's eyes. Through the delicate lace of her bra, he could discern their strawberry-pink aureolas.
Harry gently cupped one of her breasts, feeling its weight and naturalness. "I will definitely get you pregnant."
A smile spread across her face as she unbuttoned his pants and slipped her hand inside. Her touch was gentle as she found his rock-hard erection and squeezed it lightly. "I want you to finish inside me."
Harry nodded dumbly, feeling dizzy. He needed to lie down before he passed out. "Let's go upstairs." Bellatrix led him, and he followed, watching her flawless buttocks bounce and sway with every step.
He reached up, grabbed her buttocks, and squeezed.
She giggled and glanced back at him over her shoulder. "That tickles."
Once they reached her bedroom, Harry closed and locked the door behind them. She had perfectly firm, large breasts, creamy in color, perched high on her chest, creating a deep, natural cleavage. Running his hands over her breasts, she jiggled her stiff nipples before speaking, her voice dripping with desire. "If it helps relieve your frustration, you can slide your penis between my breasts. I'll lubricate them, and you can ejaculate on my breasts and face."
For a moment, Harry felt like he might faint. "I need to be inside you as soon as possible," he confessed.
"Alright, Harry," she replied. Crawling on the bed, she removed her panties. Her slit glistened with juices, and a soft bush of reddish-blond pubic hair covered her mound. Harry Potter took off his shirt and jeans, his erect cock standing straight before him.
Bellatrix hungrily eyed Harry Potter's cock and worked her hand over her clit. "It's huge. Much bigger than Sirius's," she said.
Harry Potter stretched out on the bed next to her, making sure he was on the side of the bed that belonged to Sirius. Bellatrix caressed his chest with her long, red-polished nails.
"How would you like me to please you first?" she asked seductively.
"I want to see you ride me," Harry Potter replied.
"Anything to please you, my dear," she responded. She straddled him and leaned forward, rubbing her stiff nipples against his stomach and chest.
Their lips met, engaging in a passionate and intense kiss. Bellatrix tasted like sweet cherries, and Harry Potter felt her tongue exploring his mouth, gliding along his lips.
Harry Potter gazed at the length of her body, appreciating the smoothness of her back, which led to her rounded hips and enticing buttocks. She pressed against his chest, creating delightful bulges on either side.
He slid his hands along her sides, tracing the contours before firmly gripping her buttocks with both hands. As their passionate kisses intensified, she let out a soft moan into his mouth, lifting her hips to accommodate his generously endowed manhood.
With the tip of his cock, he felt her wetness and eagerly thrust his hips upward. Like a hot dog sliding into a fresh bun, his cock glided along her warm and inviting passage.
"Yes," she hissed, still nibbling on his lower lip. She gyrated her hips, allowing his shaft to penetrate deeper into her moist and craving slit. Her breathing became erratic, and her moans grew louder. Her juices coated his cock, running down his legs and saturating the sheets.
Sensually, Bellatrix slid her tongue along his neck, capturing his ear in her hot mouth. She encased his earlobe with her lips and explored its depths with her tongue. Her hair cascaded over his face, and he breathed in her intoxicating scent, the scent he had yearned for during seven years of desire. The impossible was becoming reality—finally experiencing the fulfillment of his sexual fantasies with the girl of his dreams. His cock twitched and nearly reached the point of climax. "Bellatrix," he uttered with desire in his voice.
She continued her caresses, stroking his cock while skillfully probing his ear with her tongue. "What's the matter, baby?" Her warm breath and tantalizing touch of her tongue nearly drove him to madness.
"I can't hold on much longer," he admitted, fully aware of his impending release.
"It's okay, baby," she whispered. "We have all night, and you can fuck me as many times as you want, wherever and whenever you want."
His intentions were clear; he demanded exclusivity. "You're done with Sirius or anyone else. We understand each other?"
"Ready, baby," she confirmed. "This pussy is yours, but now I need you to fill me with your colossal cock." She reached down and positioned his member at the entrance to her wet love hole.
He thrust his cock upward as Bellatrix descended, causing his thick shaft to penetrate deep into her cervix.
Her soaked pussy writhed and wriggled as if it had a life of its own. Every nerve ending in his manhood exploded with indescribable pleasure. Bellatrix's pussy walls tightened and molded around his shaft, as if they were made for each other.
Gripping her voluptuous cheeks, he drove his cock deeper into her, losing himself in the pleasure of fucking his ultimate fantasy. "I can't believe I'm fucking you."
She sat astride him, her hands firmly resting on his chest. "From now on, we'll fuck each other a lot, starting with creating our shared child." Her long hair tickled his chest, and her ample breasts jutted out like tempting presents.
Harry Potter touched her stiff nipples and slid his hands beneath each breast, confirming their natural weight. He squeezed them together, gently kneading, fulfilling a long-hidden desire.
Bellatrix rocked her hips forward with a slow, deliberate motion, her gaze locked with his. He felt her slick walls move around his shaft, while the bed springs protested with squeaks. Many times he pressed his ear against the wall, listening to those familiar sounds, knowing that Sirius was making love to his girlfriend. Now he was reclaiming what rightfully belonged to him.
She continued grinding against him, her moans accompanying each deep thrust. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing became increasingly erratic. "Your cock is so fucking big. I can feel everything."
He reached for Bellatrix's pussy, feeling the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of her.
She fucked him with increasing intensity, the bed springs singing like a symphony orchestra. "Fuck... fuck... fuck," she chanted, her moans growing louder as her breasts bounced.
Harry traced his thumb along the curves of her wet slit until he found her eagerly awaited clit. After a few small circles on her sensitive spot, the effect was immediate.
She trembled, goosebumps appearing on her breasts. A muffled cry escaped her lips as she fucked him harder and faster.
The bed springs went wild, and her breasts slapped against each other rhythmically.
Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.
Her ass smacked against his thighs, the sound of their skin meeting creating a seductive rhythm.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
He took Bellatrix's clit between his thumb and index finger, gently massaging it.
She moaned loudly, her excitement evident as her nipples grew even harder, and goosebumps covered her entire body.
"I'm coming... yes... so hard..." She struggled to find words amidst moans and heavy breathing. Bellatrix dug her nails into his chest, her legs trembling as her body was shaken by a powerful orgasm.
Harry thrust into her with increasing force and speed, releasing years of pent-up sexual frustration. "I am the owner of your pussy. Say it," he commanded in a stern voice.
Bellatrix continued to writhe, and his member throbbed inside her. "You own my body, you own my body, you own my body," she repeated incessantly. His climax erupted like an untapped geyser as he released a powerful stream of semen into her cervix, the culmination of nineteen years of anticipation. In that moment, he truly ejaculated inside his attractive caregiver, fulfilling every man's fantasy who read the Daily Prophet. Stream after stream of strong, fertile semen burst deep into her ovulating womb.
She arched her back and screamed, pressing her breasts against his face and gripping his thighs.
His member still twitched and released the last remnants of his release. Harry grabbed Bellatrix's heaving breasts, squeezing them tightly. A light sheen of sweat covered their chests as they both paused, catching their breath and calming their accelerated heartbeats.
"Incredible," Bellatrix exclaimed. "We should have done this a long time ago."
"Only now you realize?" Harry ran his hands along her sides, resting them on her hips. "Do you think you could have gotten pregnant by me?" There was a glimmer of hope in her voice.
"I received a lot of your ejaculate, but it's hard to say for sure. How many more days do you have until ovulation?" Harry's member throbbed inside her, the storm raging in his soul only slightly calming. However, it would take many more intimate encounters to truly soothe the storm.
"Four more days," she replied.
"We have plenty of time for passionate intercourse over the next four days," Harry assured her. "By the end of the week, I guarantee I'll impregnate you."
Bellatrix lifted herself off his erect member, and a stream of semen flowed from her stretched opening, coating his member like icing on a cake.