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Harry set the bowl of popcorn aside and sighed. "Okay. I have a selection of romantic comedies queued up. Which one do you want to watch?"
"I'm not in the mood for a romantic comedy," she replied. "Harry, you like superhero movies, right?"
"Uh... yeah. There's a new Wasp Man film that just came out."
"Perfect." Bellatrix stretched out on the sofa, leaning against Harry's side. "Put it on, Sirius."
If looks could kill, Harry would be dead ten times over.
Without uttering another word, Sirius navigated through the menu and started the movie.
For the next twenty minutes, tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a dull knife. Sirius abandoned the popcorn, sat with his arms folded, and stared at the screen.
"I'm still feeling cold," Bellatrix remarked. "Why is it so chilly here?"
"I'm feeling hot," Sirius replied, not bothering to hide his irritation. "You have a blanket. What's the problem?"
She glanced at Sirius. "You don't have to be so rude."
"I'm not turning off the air conditioning. I like it this way."
Bellatrix turned to Harry on the couch. "Harry, could you snuggle with me? You can warm me up since Sirius didn't adjust the air conditioning."
"Alright. I'll lower it." Sirius made a move to get up and fetch his wand.
"Don't worry," she replied. "This way, we'll both be happy."
Sirius grumbled again and sat back down. He was furious.
Harry slid in behind Bellatrix on the sofa, propping a pillow beneath their heads.
"Come under the blanket with me." She covered them both, and Harry immediately slipped his hand beneath her shirt, cupping her bare breast.
She giggled. "It's just like when you were little."
"Don't you think this is a bit inappropriate?" Sirius finally interjected.
"Are you insinuating that something inappropriate is happening?" Bellatrix retorted.
Harry squeezed her erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sliding his other hand down her shorts to grasp her firm buttocks.
"Don't be a weirdo, Sirius." She undid the button of his jeans and unzipped them. "I've been raising Harry since he turned thirteen. Do you really think we look at each other in that way?"
Sirius apologized and admitted, "No, I... I'm sorry. You're right." He seemed relieved by Bellatrix's assurance that nothing untoward was happening downstairs.
Harry smiled and pulled down the edge of Bellatrix's shorts. She lifted her hips high enough for him to slide them off her legs.
Bellatrix did the same with his jeans, and he reciprocated by lifting his hips as she pushed them off. Their clothes piled up at the end of the sofa.
Using the blanket as cover, he removed her shirt from her matured breasts and pulled it over her head.
He took off his own shirt, and Bellatrix hooked a leg around his waist, taking his cock between her warm fingers.
The sound of Sirius crunching on popcorn blended with the magically enhanced stereo system in the room, playing the exploits of Wasp Man.
Harry had all the entertainment he needed under the covers. His cock stiffened under Bellatrix's supple grip as he explored the peaks and valleys of her magnificent breasts. He wanted to dive beneath the comforter and savor her pussy, but he had a feeling Sirius wouldn't approve.
If all went well, by tomorrow evening Sirius might not approve of everything he desired, and that wouldn't make a difference. In fact, it might make sex with Bellatrix even hotter.
He stroked Bellatrix's nipples until both were as hard as ice, while she massaged his cock until it became as hard as a diamond.
He slid his hand from her glorious mound, over her flat stomach, and down beside her navel. Bellatrix giggled and brought her mouth close to his ear, so he could feel her breath. "It tickles."
He turned his head toward her. Less than a centimeter separated their mouths. She smelled of sweet flowers, ripe cherries, and everything girlish, but he didn't dare kiss her.
Not yet.
He glided his finger over her mound until he reached the moist folds of her beautiful, wet pussy. Bellatrix moaned, and if he started playing with her clit here and now, Sirius could become angry enough to resort to violence.
Instead, he traced his index finger along her wet slit. He brought his lips closer to her ear and whispered, "Give me your pussy."
She nodded and arched her back toward him, guiding his cock through the fleshy folds of her ass.
He shifted down, gliding his cock along her soft body until he felt it brush against her wet entrance.
She fondled his balls and slid her fingers along his shaft until the tip slipped along her slit. Bellatrix led the head of his cock to the gateway of heaven, where he felt the delightful squeeze of her warm interior.
Harry wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her breasts with both hands, while he buried his cock inside her completely.
Bellatrix gasped and muffled her desire into the couch cushion.
He froze, his cock throbbing as her pussy quivered and writhed. He had to move very slowly, as her moans could give them away.
The movie reached its climax, and Harry, with his cock buried in his wife's sweet pussy, glanced toward Sirius. The latter stretched out on the couch, the empty popcorn bowl resting on the nearby coffee table. He looked half-asleep, but his eyes were definitely open.
For the next twenty minutes, Harry rocked his hips back and forth, slowly fucking Bellatrix. He explored her breasts, ass, and pussy, gently teasing her delicate rosebud. He had to pull back twice, fearing he would explode. If he could, he would keep his cock buried inside her for eternity.
"I need to pee and grab a Coke," Sirius announced. "Bellatrix, do you need anything?"
"I'm good, Sirius. Thank you," she replied. Sirius got up and left the screening room, closing the door behind him.
"I thought he would never leave," Bellatrix said. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs. "Finish inside me now, baby."
Harry pushed the blanket aside, slid his hands down to her shins, and bent Bellatrix's legs back toward her ears.
He looked at her glistening slit, already swollen and soaked from thirty minutes of fucking. It was a jewel in the crown, and he was the intruder. Hovering over her, hands firmly planted on the pillows beside each of her trembling breasts, it was time to finish the job. He thrust his cock into her sweet pussy, driving deep until his balls met her.
Bellatrix moaned and gasped as he pounded her vigorously. His balls slapped against her bare ass, and her legs bounced off his chest with each powerful thrust.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
The leather cushions groaned in protest. Bellatrix closed her eyes and arched her back, squeezing his wrists as her nipples hardened. "I'm coming, baby," she whimpered.
With no time to waste, Harry felt his orgasm reach its peak, releasing round after round of hot cum deep into her fertile womb.
Bellatrix let out a loud moan, and he hoped Sirius had turned up the volume enough to drown out her sounds.
He continued pumping his seed inside her until his balls were drained and he had nothing more to offer. He remained inside her, trying to catch his breath.
Harry Potter felt Bellatrix rubbing his arms and caressing his back, then pulling him closer.
They kissed tenderly, and he brushed a strand of her sweaty hair away from her face.
"We should get dressed before he comes back," she said.
He nodded. "After tomorrow, we won't have to worry about that anymore." He got on his knees and handed Bellatrix her clothes.
"What? Why?" she asked.
"It's nothing bad, I promise." He pulled his shirt over his head. "I'll tell you more once I make sure it works."
"Okay, I trust you." She put on her tank top and shorts. "By the way, do you have time tomorrow morning after breakfast?"
"The pregnancy kit?"
She nodded and bit her lower lip. "I should be pregnant by now, right?" She looked worried.
"By now, I've unloaded enough sperm in you to impregnate you ten times over. We've had sex, what, twenty times this week?" He put on his jeans, sat next to her, and wrapped an arm around her. "It'll be fine. You'll see." He kissed her forehead.
She embraced him and held on tightly. "I love you, Harry."
"I love you too, babe."
The next morning brought a 6:00 a.m. wake-up call. Harry had to meet Sirius before he left for the Ministry. He dragged himself out of bed and found his backpack.
He pulled out a corked glass vial filled with transparent blue liquid. He labeled it "HCE 1.0," where HCE stood for Harry's Cuck Elixir, and the number indicated the version. It was his second major achievement within a week. Or at least, that's how it seemed to him. He needed a living subject, and Sirius fit the bill. Things were about to change significantly.
When he reached the kitchen, he found Sirius standing in front of the kitchen island, dressed in his usual attire. Behind him, the coffee maker spewed its morning fuel.
Perfect. Harry approached the coffee maker, feigning fatigue. He was completely on edge but didn't want to give it away.
"Harry, you're up really early," Sirius remarked.
"I have a big project to do for school." Harry pretended to yawn and retrieved a cup of coffee.
"I'm glad you're up," Sirius said. "There's something I need to discuss with you."
Harry took a sip from his coffee cup and looked towards Sirius.
Sirius had his back turned, still focused on the paper.
"Sure," Harry said. "You like your coffee with cream, right?"
"Thanks, that's nice of you."
He took half-and-half creamer from the fridge and poured it into Sirius's coffee, adding a dash of HCE juice to complete the concoction. He stirred it all together and handed him the cup. "Here you go."
"Thanks, Harry," Sirius said, taking a sip and smiling. "It's perfect."
Harry turned on the coffee maker, stashed the vial away, and joined Sirius at the island. "What's on your mind?" He sipped his coffee and stared at the newspaper.
"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it. I want you to move out of this house," Sirius declared.
After what happened last night, it didn't surprise him. Bellatrix had treated him as her husband long enough to concern Sirius. "Oh? Why?"
"To be honest, your presence is distracting," Sirius said. "Bellatrix and I need time to build our relationship." These were the words of a man who had married his dream girl with a pat on the back and a shitty smile. His words would forever stay in Harry's memory. "I know you may have developed some feelings for Bellatrix, but it's time to set them aside. For me, Bellatrix, and the good of the family. You see, Harry, she made her choice, and it's time for you to treat her as a godmother, not a potential love interest."
Those words fueled two years of round-the-clock research. Harry despised him for it, and now it was his turn to take a backseat.
"Where should I go?"
"To the campus," Sirius said. "Muggles have something called dormitories, right? It's time for you to find a real girlfriend. Maybe you should try your luck with that Daphne I've heard so much about?" He smiled.
Daphne was the captain of the cheerleading team at Hogwarts and was dating the confident, pure-blooded star, Draco
Malfoy. Harry had plans involving Daphne that were about to unfold. But he had no intention of moving out. On the contrary. "That's quite a heavy topic," he said. "Can we discuss it tonight as a trio? I have no objections, but first, I need a cup of coffee."
Sirius smiled and squeezed his shoulder. "Sure, mate. We'll talk tonight."
Harry felt the urge to punch him. Screw you, asshole. Finish your damn coffee, you prick. "Sounds great."
Sirius finished every drop of his coffee, tucked the newspaper under his arm, and headed to the fireplace to make his way to the Ministry.
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