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Red Light District 

Chapter 47

“I can’t believe the year is already over,” Bellatrix gasped as she lay pinned to her blood-red sheets. Harry was still inside her with his hips pressed tight to her ass, and her body quivered from the force of her last orgasm. Her damp black hair was plastered to her forehead and stuck to her neck. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath. She was sucking in deep breaths, even though the room smelled strongly of sex. 

Harry’s cock throbbed in her swollen, spent pussy. He held her tight by the waist, and his fingers dug into her pale flesh. Bellatrix squirmed under his weight, and the movement forced a soft, wet sound from between her thighs. She shuddered hard. “I’m going to miss this,” she sighed huskily. “I’m going to miss your cock more than anything in this castle.”

He grinned and gave her ass a playful smack. “Who knew you could get sentimental?” Harry teased, but his cock stayed deep inside her, refusing to soften. “You said you’d miss me. That’s so sweet,” he smirked and rubbed her puckered asshole with the pad of his thumb. 

“I said I’d miss your cock,” Bellatrix corrected him, then she lifted her hips and squeezed him with the last of her strength. “But yes, maybe you too.” She looked over her shoulder and locked her dark eyes on him. Her mouth twisted into a naughty, satisfied smile.

He bent and kissed the back of her neck while grinding into her slowly, making her orgasm feel even better. Bellatrix trembled, and her still-sensitive walls twitched around his cock. “We could always see each other over the summer,” Harry offered. “I’ll come visit. I promise.”

She grunted and gave him a look. “You say that now, but you’ll be drowning in pussy the minute you leave this room,” Bellatrix said. “And if I remember correctly, you’re a very, very greedy boy.”

Harry snorted and started to withdraw. Bellatrix whimpered as his cock dragged over every inch of her spent pussy, and her tight lips clung to him, refusing to let go. He paused at the entrance, letting her feel the thick head stretch her one last time before he pulled out. Her cunt gaped around the retreating shaft, and a string of cum and pussy juice trailed after it.

“I may not come to see you every day, but I’ll make sure your needs are met,” Harry assured her.

“As much as I would enjoy that, it’s impossible. With the gold I earn from posing for you, I’ll be taking a summer-long trip. The beaches of Greece have been calling my name all year. I won’t be back in the country until just before the start of next term,” she explained. 

“That’s a shame,” he replied as he smacked his shaft against the length of her wet, cumming pussy. 

He wasn’t done with her just yet. He lined the tip of his cock up to her puckered asshole and pushed. The tight ring resisted at first, but Bellatrix moaned and shoved her hips back. She was ready for more. Harry pushed slowly, until the swollen head popped inside.

Bellatrix’s whole body locked up, then went limp. “Bloody hell, Harry … you’re huge.” Her words dissolved into a sharp gasp. He went slow at first, easing in inch by inch, until her ass stretched wide enough to swallow him whole. Her cheeks quivered, and her knuckles whitened where she gripped the sheets. “Don’t stop,” she hissed. “I want to feel all of it.”

He spread her cheeks wide so he could see everything. He saw the way her asshole stretched around his cock, the slick shine of her ruined pussy, and the love marks he’d left all up and down her back. Bellatrix shook as Harry bottomed out. Harry then started to move with slow, steady thrusts.

She moaned into the pillow, muffling the sounds of pleasure. “Good goddess, you make me feel so full,” she said with a trembling voice. “You’re going to break me in half if you’re not careful.”

Harry picked up the pace, and the sound of his hips smacking against her bare ass reached their ears. He reached around, palmed her breast, and squeezed. Her nipple was incredibly hard. He rolled it until Bellatrix moaned, then he let his hand drift down to her clit. Her pussy was slick and swollen, and he worked her clit in tight, fast circles while he fucked her ass.

Bellatrix writhed under him, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before she came again. “Holy fuck, Harry. Don’t you dare slow down,” she babbled, and her hips jerked back to meet every thrust. The pressure built with every second. Bellatrix could feel it coming. Her mind went white with pleasure, and her cunt spasmed around empty air. Her asshole squeezed tight around his cock, making Harry moan loudly. “I’m about to cum again, you bastard,” she warned, but her voice was weak and desperate. “You’re going to make me cum from my ass!”

Harry slammed in harder, and her whole body shuddered. Bellatrix’s orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, and her asshole spasmed around his cock so tight he nearly lost it. Harry groaned and thrust deep. He stayed buried deep as he shot load after load of his seed inside her. Hot cum spilled out and dripped down her fluttering pussy before plopping onto the sheets.

They stayed locked in that position for a moment, breathing hard. Then Harry pulled out with a wet pop, and Bellatrix collapsed face-first into the pillow. “Well,” she said. Her voice was hoarse and thick with satisfaction. “If that’s the last time for a while, at least I won’t forget it.”

He grinned and flopped onto the bed beside her. She rolled to her side, and her smile was softer now. “Just be careful while you’re gone,” he told her while she laid soft kisses on his chest. “I’m still looking forward to being your assistant next year.”

“I will. Maybe I’ll send you a postcard detailing my trip.”

Harry reached down and cupped her bare ass. “A letter and a photo will suffice. I’d like to know what you look like in a teeny bikini.”

Bellatrix’s smile widened. “Definitely,” she said. “I’ll make sure it’s a good one.”

They lay there together as the sweat cooled on their skin, and for a few quiet minutes, neither of them said a word. Harry toyed with her wide, jutting ass and caressed her soft skin. Bellatrix just closed her eyes and purred, letting herself enjoy the moment. Eventually, she stretched her arms overhead, turned to him, and said, “So. Are you going to fuck me again, or do I have to go find another toy?”

Harry chuckled and slid over her, pinning her wrists above her head. “You’re insatiable, Bellatrix.”

She smirked at him. “I won’t be getting any all summer, so I have to stock up while I can.”

He kissed her hard, then rolled her onto her belly and mounted her again. This time, he went even slower, savoring every little twitch and flutter from her slutty pussy and asshole. She eagerly took him with her hips raised and cheeks spread, greedy for his magnificent cock. He fucked her until she came twice more. In the end, her voice was gone, her thighs trembled, and her asshole was stretched wide open.

When they finally finished, Bellatrix collapsed onto the sheets in a boneless heap. Harry lay beside her, pulling her into his arms. She curled into him and cuddled into his embrace. She was breathless and grinning like a lunatic. “That was a great way to end the year,” she said through a yawn. “Do try to get laid this summer. I don’t want you to die of blue balls.”

“I’ll make sure to get plenty of practice,” Harry said, kissing her sweaty temple. “But you’ll have to work extra hard to keep up with me next year.”

Bellatrix laughed and bit his shoulder. “Challenge accepted, Potter. Now get out before someone sees us cuddling. I have a reputation to maintain.”

He dressed in silence, grabbed his bag, and paused at the door to give her nude, freshly-fucked body a lingering look. Bellatrix blew him a kiss and smirked. “See you next term, love.”

“Count on it,” Harry said, then he slipped away, leaving behind the scent of sex and a very satisfied witch.

Red Light District

Hermione’s dorm looked like a disaster zone. The floor was littered with shoes, textbooks, crumpled parchment, and a pile of clothes that was growing by the minute. In the middle of it all, Harry lay on her bed with his hands tucked behind his head, watching her in amusement. The mattress creaked every time he shifted, making Hermione even more annoyed. Hermione darted from her wardrobe to her trunk and back. Her hair was frazzled, and her cheeks were pink as she tried to fit everything into her trunk.

“Honestly, Harry, helping me wouldn’t kill you,” she huffed, snapping the clasp on her book bag and flinging it into the trunk so hard it bounced back out.

Harry grinned at her helplessly. “I’m helping by staying out of your way. You look like a woman on a mission.”

“It’s not funny!” Hermione tried to glare at him, but he could see the twitch at the corner of her mouth. She worked hard not to smile. “I asked you to be here so you could help me, not so you could lounge about and watch me pack.”

He yawned and stretched, just to tease her. “But watching you is so much fun, especially when you’re wearing that.” Hermione was only wearing one of his t-shirts that barely covered her perky ass. He could easily tell that she wasn’t wearing anything else underneath. Her hard nipples were poking against the fabric, creating a very sexy sight. 

She rolled her eyes, picked up a stack of essays, and started shoving them into a folder. “If you’re not going to help,” she called over her shoulder. “I don’t want to hear a word about it.”

He watched her march back and forth with her arms full of clothes and books. He couldn’t help but stare at her bare, shapely legs. She looked adorable when she was all riled up, but he’d never say that aloud and risk her feminine wrath. When she bent to pull a pair of tights from under the bed, she flashed him an eyeful of bare ass and bald pussy lips. Hermione caught him staring, blushed, and yanked the bottom of her tee down with a little huff. It was her way of protesting his laziness. 

Harry snorted. “Why did you wait until today? Term ended yesterday, and we have to be down in Hogsmeade in a couple of hours.”

Hermione sighed as she went through her wardrobe. “Fleur was still really sore, so she needed help bathing and packing and everything. I stayed with her last night.”

He jumped up from the bed and sauntered to her wardrobe. He peered inside just to see what mischief he could find. “Is this yours?” He held up a tiny red lace thong, and he dangled it from his index finger. “Don’t let your mother see this.”

Hermione turned red and snatched it from him before cramming it into her trunk. “Do you ever stop?” she asked. She didn’t sound mad, just resigned and slightly stressed. 

“I’m just doing an inventory,” he said, poking his nose into a drawer. “You never know what might be lurking in here. Maybe there are more secrets to be found.”

Hermione grabbed a stack of books and tried to ignore him, but when Harry spun around and placed a lacy black bra on top of her head, she nearly dropped her own pile. “Harry!” she squeaked. The cups made a little hat, which Harry thought was hilarious.

He chuckled and dodged Hermione’s weak kick. “It looks good on you.”

She pulled it off, then threw it at his face. “If you’re going to make yourself useful, fold something. Otherwise, you can leave while I finish.”

Harry sat cross-legged by her trunk and started folding shirts, but he couldn’t help but stare at Hermione’s sexy body. Every time she moved, her perky tits would bounce and jiggle underneath her shirt. Hermione noticed and didn’t seem to mind. 

Hermione marched over with a stack of jeans, but Harry just grinned up at her and let the pile slip from his hands. He caught her by the hips and pulled her close. Harry slid his hands up the outsides of her thighs and lifted her t-shirt high enough to expose her bald mound and taut pussy lips as she squirmed in his grip.

“Harry, we don’t have time,” she protested, but she didn’t sound even a little convincing. Her voice was breathless, and he could tell by her scent that she was already wet for him. She gasped when he kissed her belly button, and her body trembled when his lips lowered to her mound. “H-Harry,” she gasped softly when he pressed his face into the empty area between her pussy lips and thighs. Her eyes fluttered when he breathed in her womanly scent. 

Hermione squeaked cutely when his tongue flicked over her hard clit. “Well … I suppose a five-minute break wouldn’t be out of order,” she said as her resolve crumbled. She squealed when Harry lifted her up caveman-style and carried her to bed. 

Red Light District

 Fleur was packing the last of her blue Beauxbatons robes into her trunk when a gentle knock sounded at the carriage door. “Come in!” she called and then winced. Her body still ached from the Cruciatus Curse. 

The door swung open, and Harry stepped inside with a crooked grin. He had traded his uniform for Muggle jeans and a black t-shirt, but his untamable hair and the sly confidence in his eyes were utterly unchanged. Fleur felt a silly, giddy smile spread across her face, and she quickly tucked a loose strand of her silvery hair behind her ear.

Harry’s eyes darted around the carriage, taking in the elaborate blue-and-gold décor, the stacks of packed luggage, and the little cluster of parting gifts from Fleur’s friends, but his eyes always came back to her. “Hey, Fleur,” he said. “Can I come in?”

She patted the mattress beside her, and Harry closed the door and dropped down onto the bed. He was sitting so close that she could feel his comforting body heat. Fleur, unable to resist, leaned in and hugged him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was incredibly passionate, and her tongue teased at his lower lip until Harry responded in kind. Fleur moaned into his mouth.

She pulled back just far enough to speak, and she was breathing heavily. “You are late. I thought you would miss me,” she accused, squeezing his biceps with fake anger. “I ‘ave been waiting for you all morning.”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Harry replied, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “Hermione was in a panic. Apparently, you caused her to wait until the last minute to pack.” Fleur giggled in response. 

He stroked her bare thigh, and Fleur shivered as a pleasurable tingle raced up her spine. She was wearing nothing but a short nightgown. She had put off changing until Harry could see her. She liked looking sexy for him. She bit her lip and fixed him with a playful glare. “You and ‘Ermione … per’aps you were … distracted?”

Harry looked momentarily sheepish, then leaned closer and kissed the side of her neck, making her gasp. “I’ll never be distracted when you’re around.”

Fleur’s heart did a little somersault, and she laughed and smacked his thigh. “You always know the right thing to say, ‘Arry.”

For a moment, they just stared at each other, enjoying the calm that came after so many chaotic months. Fleur’s Veela instincts were raging, and she wanted to devour him right then and there.

“So,” she asked while dragging her fingertip across his knee. “Is this a social call? Or did you come ‘ere for a proper goodbye?”

He smiled cheekily and ran his hand further up her inner thigh. “Both, actually. I figured you’d appreciate having a little fun before you head back to France.”

Fleur pouted cutely. “Ah, but I do not want to go back. I want to stay ‘ere, where the food is greasy, and the air is cold, and everyone’s accent is so adorably uncouth.”

Harry grinned wider. “You like it here?”

She nodded fervently. “I do. I like ‘Ogwarts, and I like …” She reached out and cupped his crotch through his jeans. Her fingers massaged his hardening bulge. “ … certain other things, as well.”

He chuckled, and she felt his cock jump beneath her hand. She laughed softly and released him, but not before giving him a little squeeze. “You see? I will miss this very much.”

Harry sat up straighter, and his tone went suddenly serious. “What if you didn’t have to leave forever?” he asked.

Fleur raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

He took her hand in his and squeezed it. “What if you moved here? To England, I mean. You could stay with me.” His face felt a little hot, but he pressed on. “I already had a flat built into my building in Diagon Alley that I’m going to use as a temporary home. You wouldn’t have to go back to France unless you wanted to. I’d handle everything. I just …” he paused, searching for the right words to say without sounding pathetic. “ … I really want you to be here, Fleur.”

The earnestness in his voice undid her. Fleur’s face went hot, and a nervous giggle escaped her lips. She was so used to being the seductress, but Harry’s sweetness completely disarmed her. She looked down at their intertwined hands and then back up at him. “I … would like that.” She was sure that her face was bright red.

Harry smiled handsomely at her. “Yeah?”

Fleur nodded, suddenly feeling giddy. “Oui.”

Suddenly she was on him, straddling his lap and crushing their mouths together in a kiss that was wild and desperate. Her hair fell around his face like a curtain of spun silver, and she kissed him hard enough that she hoped he would never recover. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, and Fleur could feel the hardness of his cock even through their layers of clothing. She wanted him inside her so badly she could barely breathe.

She yanked at the waistband of his jeans, and her fingers fumbled with the button. Harry laughed and tried to help, and together they managed to get his trousers and boxers down to his knees. Fleur wasted no time. She slid off his lap and dropped to her knees in front of him. Then she opened her mouth and swallowed him down to the base.

Harry let out a moan and gripped the edge of the bed. Fleur pulled back, swirled her tongue around the head, then plunged down again and again, bobbing her head with a ferocious rhythm. She loved the taste of him and the heavy weight of his cock on her tongue. He was so much thicker than any other boy she’d been with, and it made her jaw ache in the best possible way.

She took him deeper and pressed her nose to his belly, and Harry groaned loudly. Fleur looked up at him from beneath her lashes and smiled without breaking stride. She could see the tension in his neck as he fought not to cum too soon. She flicked her tongue against the sensitive ridge, and Harry’s hands flew to the back of her head.

“Fleur, I’m gonna …”

She just bobbed faster, urging him on. When he finally came, Harry shuddered so hard he nearly knocked Fleur off balance, and she swallowed every drop. Once his balls had been emptied, she pulled off of him with a wet pop and examined his cock. It was shiny and clean. She pulled back, wiped her mouth, then climbed onto the bed beside him, giggling at his dazed expression.

“Now it’s your turn,” he said, rolling her onto her back and hiking up her nightgown with both hands. Fleur squealed as the cold air hit her bare skin, and she squirmed while spreading her legs. Harry’s hands were everywhere. He caressed her breasts, her hips, and her thighs. He kissed his way down her chest, pausing to suck a nipple into his mouth. He gently bit it, making Fleur cry out. Then he slid lower, until his face was buried between her legs.

Fleur arched her back and whimpered as Harry’s tongue found her clit. He sucked on the stiff bead and flicked his tongue over it until Fleur’s whole body shook. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right. Fleur was so wound up that it didn’t take long, and she came so hard she nearly blacked out. Her thighs clamped tight around his head, but Harry didn’t let up. He licked her harder until she came again and squirted on his face. 

When she finally came down, Fleur was gasping and shaking. Harry crawled up her body and kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of her own arousal. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close.

Harry lined up his cock and slid inside her with one smooth thrust. Fleur gasped, dug her heels into his back, and rocked her hips so she took every inch. He fucked her slowly and deeply, stretching her open, and Fleur relished the burn and fullness of it. Every time he bottomed out, she moaned, loving the way he filled her up completely.

Fleur couldn’t believe he asked her to stay. It was like her greatest wish had come true. It was all she could think about, even when her pussy clamped down on his cock, and she screamed in pleasure loud enough for everyone in the carriage to hear. She didn’t care. She wanted them to know that she belonged to Harry now.