Harry Potter and the Interdimensional Tri-Wizard Tournament - Chapter 6 (A Harry Potter Fanfic) (Patreon)

Chapter Six

Harry sat on the edge of the bed with his shirt off and the window open. The mark from the Minotaur sat high on his left arm, a thin black line that had not faded. It did not hurt. It just sat there. Outside the high window the sky was full dark. The hall had emptied slowly. Most of the women had gone to their own rooms. A few had stayed longer than the rest, eyes still on him when he left.

He thought about the tournament. He thought he could win it. Not because he was the strongest person here. He was not. Diana could break him if she wanted. Daenerys had a dragon. Yennefer looked like she could end a fight before it started. He had still put the Minotaur down after the others had failed. That counted for something.

He went through the women he had seen. Diana was the most dangerous in a straight fight. She was also the one he wanted to talk to again. Daenerys watched everything and said little. She was beautiful in a way that made people step back. Katniss had looked at him like she was measuring the distance. Bella had been the one he pulled out of the way. She was quiet after. Yennefer had watched the whole thing without speaking. Natasha had been the one who said something out loud about him helping the vampire. Lara Croft had stayed near the edge of the hall. Xena had looked amused more than anything else.

Some of them were extremely attractive. He did not pretend otherwise. Diana’s height and the way she stood. Daenerys’s face. Natasha’s hair and the way the shirt had sat on her in the hall. He had noticed. He had also noticed that noticing did not change what he had to do when the next task started at dawn.

He had not locked the door. He never did here. The knock was soft.

"Come in."

Bella stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She had changed out of the arena clothes. The shirt she wore was loose at the collar. Her hair was still damp at the ends from the basin. She stopped three steps from the bed and looked at him.

Harry set the cup down. "What are you?"

She met his eyes. "I'm a vampire."

He studied her face. The eyes were dark. The skin was pale but not the dead white he had expected from the books he had read as a boy. "You're not like the ones I've seen."

"What are the ones you've seen like?"

"Significantly less beautiful."

She went still. Color rose in her cheeks. Harry watched it happen. He had read that vampires did not blush. She did.

Bella's gaze dropped to his throat, then rose again. She looked at him the way a person looked at food when they had gone too long without it. Her lips parted. "You smell amazing."

Harry leaned back on his hands. "You want to eat me."

"I've never tasted another living person's blood," she said. Her voice stayed low. "Kind of a vegetarian."

He almost smiled. "Well. You can bite me anytime."

Bella stayed where she was for a moment. She looked at the mark on his arm, then at his face. "The others were watching you in the hall. More than before."

"I noticed."

"They will keep watching," she said. "You put the Minotaur down. They saw it."

Harry nodded once. He did not have anything else to say about it. Bella looked at the door, then back at him.

"I should go," she said. "Before someone else comes looking for you."

"All right."

She turned and left. The door closed behind her. Harry sat there with the window open and the mark on his arm. He went back to the list in his head. Natasha had been the one who spoke. He wondered if she would come by or if she would wait until morning like the rest.

The door opened again a few minutes later. Natasha Romanoff stood in the frame. She had not knocked. Her red hair was loose around her shoulders. The shirt she wore was tight across the chest and cut high enough to show the line of her stomach. She closed the door and walked over to him.

"Bella left," she said.

"She did."

Natasha stopped in front of him. Her eyes went to the mark on his arm, then lower. She looked at the front of his trousers and did not look away.

"Would you like that?" Harry asked.

Natasha met his eyes. "I'm used to bad boys."

She looked down again. The shape of him was clear under the fabric. Harry stood. He opened his trousers and pushed them down. His cock came free. It was thick and long, the head heavy, the shaft already half hard and rising. It hung between them, bigger than her wrist, the veins clear under the skin. The head was broader than her fist. It rested against her stomach when he stepped closer.

Natasha stared. Her mouth opened. She did not speak for a second.

"You've never seen one like me," Harry said.

"No," she said. Her voice was low. "I haven't."

He put a hand in her hair and pulled her forward. She dropped to her knees without being told. Her hands came up and wrapped around the base. Both of them. She still could not cover it. She leaned in and licked the underside from the sack to the head. The tip of her tongue traced the vein. She opened her mouth and took the head in. It stretched her lips. She worked her tongue under it and sucked.

Harry watched her. "That's it."

She took more. The head pushed against the back of her throat. She gagged once, then relaxed and took another inch. Saliva ran down the shaft. She pulled back and licked the head clean, then went down again. Her hands stroked what she could not fit. The sound was wet. Harry's cock thickened in her mouth. He held her hair and guided her, slow at first, then deeper. She took it. Her eyes stayed on his face.

Natasha pulled off with a wet sound. A string of spit connected her mouth to the head. She looked up. "You're huge."

"I know."

He pulled her up by the hair. She stood. He turned her and pushed her chest down onto the bed. Her ass was tight and heart-shaped, the muscle clear under the skin when she shifted. He pulled her trousers and underwear down together. They caught on her boots. He left them there. She was bare from the waist down. Her cunt was wet. The lips were swollen. He ran two fingers through the wet and pushed them in. She was tight. She pushed back on his hand.

"Harry."

He pulled his fingers out and lined the head of his cock up with her. It looked impossible. The head was wider than her opening. He pushed. The head split her. She gasped. He held her hips and drove in slow. Inch by inch. She stretched around him. Her hands fisted the sheets. He stopped when half of him was inside. She was shaking.

"More," she said.

He pushed the rest. His hips met her ass. She was full. The stretch was clear in the way her thighs trembled. A bulge showed in her lower stomach where he sat deep. She made a low sound and her legs gave for a second. He held her up.

"Fuck," Natasha said. Her voice was tight. "You're breaking me."

He pulled back and thrust in hard. She cried out. The sound was loud. He did it again. The bed shifted. He held her hips and fucked her in long strokes. Her ass slapped against his thighs. The sound was sharp. The heart shape of it bounced with each hit. Her red hair stuck to her neck with sweat.

Natasha's cunt clenched around him. She came hard. Fluid gushed out around his cock and ran down her thighs onto the sheets. She squirted again on the next thrust. It soaked the sheets under her. Her ass was red where he had been hitting it.

"Yes," she said. "Harry. Fuck me like I'm a slut."

He did. He pulled almost all the way out and drove back in. The head hit deep. She screamed. Her legs shook. She squirted again, a hard pulse that sprayed across the sheets and down her heart-shaped ass. The fluid ran between her cheeks. Harry reached under her and rubbed her clit while he fucked her. She came again, tighter this time. Her cunt gripped him in waves. The bulge in her stomach moved with each thrust.

"Mark me," she said. Her voice broke. "Please. Mark me."

He pulled out. She whined at the loss. He flipped her onto her back and pushed her legs up. Her tits were high and full, the nipples tight. He drove back in. The angle was deeper. She took it with a sharp sound. Her eyes stayed on his. He fucked her hard. The headboard hit the wall. She screamed his name and squirted again, the fluid hitting his stomach and her own tits. Her ass was still red. Her cunt fluttered around him. The stretch was still clear. She was not taking it easily.

Harry leaned down. He bit the side of her neck, not hard enough to break skin, just enough to mark. She came again at the pressure. Her hands grabbed his arms. She held on while he drove into her. The wet sound of it filled the room. Natasha's voice was raw.

"Don't stop. Fill me up. I can take it."

He did not stop. He fucked her through another orgasm. She squirted so hard it soaked the sheets under her ass. The heart shape of it was clear when she arched. Her red hair spread across the pillow. She looked up at him and said it again.

"Mark me. I want it."

Harry drove in to the base and held there. She was stretched around every inch. Her cunt pulsed. He stayed deep while she shook under him. When she could breathe again he pulled back and started again, slower, letting her feel the full length on every stroke. She took it. She asked for more. He gave it to her.

He bit the top of her left breast and left a clear mark. Natasha's back came off the bed. She came around him, tight and wet, and the sound she made was loud. Harry stayed deep while she shook. When the wave passed he pulled back and thrust again. The mark on her breast was red. She looked down at it and nodded once.

"Again," she said. "Lower."

He moved his mouth to the underside of the same breast and bit again. She screamed his name and squirted hard enough that it sprayed across her own stomach and the sheets. Her hands fisted in his hair. She held him there while she came. Harry kept moving, short deep strokes that kept the pressure on. Natasha's legs trembled against his sides. She did not let go of his hair.

"Harder," Natasha said. Her voice was steady. "You said you would."

He did. He set his hands under her thighs and folded her legs higher. The angle let him go deeper. Her tits shifted with each thrust, full and high, the nipples tight. He watched the way they moved. Natasha watched his face. She did not close her eyes. When he hit the right depth she made a short sound and squirted again. The fluid hit his stomach and ran down between them. She did not apologize for it.

"Mark me," she said again. "Not just the neck. I want it where people can see it."

Harry leaned down. He set his mouth on the top of her left breast and bit hard enough to leave a clear mark. Natasha's back came off the bed. She came around him, tight and wet, and the sound she made was loud. Harry stayed deep while she shook. When the wave passed he pulled back and thrust again. The mark on her breast was red. She looked down at it and smiled once, small and sharp.

"Again," she said. "I'm not done."

He fucked her through another orgasm. She squirted less this time, a short pulse that ran down her ass and onto the sheets. She still screamed. She still told him to keep going. Harry held her hips and kept the pace. The room smelled like sex and sweat. Natasha met every thrust. Her red hair was stuck to her neck and to the pillow. The marks on her tits and her neck were clear. She was still wet. She was still asking for it. The stretch was still there. She was still working to take the full size of him.

The next task would be announced at dawn. Until then the room stayed full of the sound of skin and her voice saying his name. Harry stayed inside her and kept giving her what she asked for. Natasha took it. She did not look away.