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  Harry and Bel have a chat~

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  She at least has the decy to wait for him to engage privacy charms over the bed’s curtains before making his move. As Harry sits in the middle of his bed, he doesn’t think much of Bel hopping up in her animagus form. Bel the Dog spent many a night sleeping in his bed, adding her body heat to his after all.

  He also doesn’t really pay much mind to her nuzzling and sniffing at his chest and neck. Instead, he simply pets her head and scratches behind her ears as he uses his wand to make sure that he’s secure. The curtains around the beds in the Hogwarts Dorms are actually desigo be incredibly susceptible to enting on top of having a basic suite of security charms on them. It to ead every student whether they were willing to learn enough to utilize them to their full effectiveness or not.

  The moment that Harry puts his wand down, however, Bel transforms and pushes him onto his back, straddling him in her naked human form in an instant. Not that Harry minds this very much, seeing how he’d actually denied himself any sort of sexual release when it came to Amelia. But he’s a little surprised when Bel, despite no longer being in her animagus form, lets out a rather animalistic warning growl the momeries to lift up his hands and grab her by her hips.

  Brow furrowing, Harry doesn’t back off… in fact, he grabs Bel by her hips even more harshly, digging his fingers in as she stiffens at his touch.

  “Bel… what’s gotten into you?”

  Whimpering now, she looks at him with big, mournful eyes that glow somewhat in the darkness of the closed-off opy bed.

  “I smell HER all over you, Master! She’s seduced you and now yoing to give me up to appease her!”

  Wait, what? Harry is baffled, even as Bel grinds her naked, wet crotch against him, whimpering and raking her fingers down his chest in fear and worry. With a flex of his will and magic, Harry stops her iracks, freezing her in p top of him.

  “Calm down, Bel. Expin what you’re talking about.”

  Huffing, Beltrix bites her lower lip.

  “… That woman… Amelia Bones… she’s gotten to you, Master. You’ve been so busy pying games with her that you haven’t used me once! And then… then you were even gone for a week! Now you e back smelling of her st… her arousal. She’s making you lose sight of what’s really important!”

  That gets a scoff from Harry, mostly because he’s pretty sure Bel isn’t talking about the future apocalypse so much as she’s talking about what SHE siders really important… namely his and her retionship. She’s a very needy pet, that much is for sure. She always has been. But Harry… tch, alright so maybe he had been ing Bel just a little bit i times.

  For all his power, he’s just one man trying to juggle an awful lot of ptes. The amount of magic he ow call upon helps him to juggle more ptes than even your average witch or wizard could, but there’s still a finite hat he handle.

  Beltrix had fallen to the wayside and he sort of see where her fears are ing from, for all that they’re unfounded and incorrect.

  With a growl, Harry reaches up and s one hand around Bel’s neck. Her eyes widen and she leans into his touot afraid of being choked even slightly. He doesn’t actually choke her though, not yet anyways. Instead he just holds her, reasserting his dominance over her.

  “I will never abandon you, Bel. I will never give you up, certainly not for something like appeasing Amelia.”

  He could do it, teically. All because of Beltrix, as a matter of fact. Before she’d modified the ritual, Harry needed her alive to maintain his e tic. But then she’d gone and altered the ritual, showing him another way and helping him to turn her incarcerated husband into a muggle as Harry took every bit of magic that Rodolphus Lestrange had to offer.

  If Harry wao, he could suck the magic he was already ected tht out of Beltrix, turning her into a defenseless, helpless muggle. At which point he could throw her to Amelia just as she feared, where she would undoubtedly be given the Dementor’s Kiss for daring to escape Azkaban Prison.

  But Harry isn’t going to do that. Not ever. Call it what you will, but Beltrix is HIS. He’d cimed her by rite of quest, tamed her, made her his tool, and brought her back through time itself via transp a copy of her mind within his own. Harry had risked everything to have Bel by his side here and now… and he wasn’t ever going to let her go.

  Straddling him, Beltrix doesn’t look entirely vinced… perhaps because in her mind, the only reason that Harry could possibly have for smelling of Amelia Bones’ arousal was being seduced by the other witch. Rolling his eyes, he gives his pet a reassuring smile.

  “You don’t have to fret, Bel. Yes, I smell of Amelia. Yes, we got closer tonight than ever before. No, we haven’t fucked yet. Still… it’ll happeually. Because Amelia will be joining you… under me.”

  Beltrix’s eyes widen in disbelief at that… but the disbelief sts less than a sed before she’s grinning like the cat who caught the ary.

  “T-Truly, Master?”

  Harry lets his own smile widen, even as he nods. He also loosens his magical hold orix, causio immediately begin gyrating her hips around in a circle over his crot aed frenzy.

  “A-Ah… but I thought… I thought you weren’t going to foryone, Master.”

  There’s no sure in Bel’s voice. Just curiosity. If he started going around and f himself on other witches tomorrow, she would be right there with him, helping him to hold them down so he could have his way with them. However, just because Bel was willing to do such terrible things didn’t mean Harry was.

  “I haven’t ged my mind about that, Bel. I’ve merely had my eyes opened up to Amelia Borue nature.”

  Then, because he doesn’t really feel like tellirix everything, he slides his hand from her o behind her head, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her down to his face. Rather than kiss her, however, Harry presses their foreheads together and calls upon his magipart the experiences of these st few hours onto his pet. Bel gasps as she watches him handle Amelia with gentle dominand tender trol. She watches as he easily bends Amelia to his will and then stops himself from going too far.

  When it’s over, Harry allows Bel to pull bad look him in the eyes, though she insists on kissing him deeply first and foremost before pulling away.

  “Master… you had her eating out of the palm of your hand! You could have taken her right then and there! Why didn’t you?!”

  Harry huffs in amusement at Bel’s oy. Mere moments again she’d been terrified by the thought of Harry and Amelia together. Now all of the sudden she was egging him on, w why he hadn’t just fucked Amelia silly right there in the woman’s office.

  “That’s not for you to question, Bel. My reasons are my own. Yours is not to wonder why.”

  Bel blinks and then blushes and ducks her head at the light admonishment. Then, she perks up.

  “Ah… but really, I should be thanking Master. Because he didn’t fuck that woman… he’s pent up right now, isn’t he?”

  She grinds harder onto his cock, which admittedly IS throbbing with this point. A low rumbling growl leaves Harry’s throat as his balls with a load that could have goo Amelia but hadn’t. g, Bel grins wickedly.

  “Oooh~ VERY pent up~”

  Luckily for her, she doesn’t tease him any more than that. If she had, she wouldn’t have liked the sequences. Actually, she probably would have liked them quite a lot. Still, in this case Bel’s eagerness gets the better of her before Harry has to act, causio hastily crawl down the length of his body until she’s kneeling with her fa his crotch.

  Pulling his cock free of his boxers, the lustful, obsessive, and altogether svishly devoted witch coos over it for just a moment before diving down his length. Her eyes fix on Harry’s face as she goes down on him and from that moment on, Bel refuses to break eye tact.

  Harry just smiles an affeate, amused smile, even as he reaches down to run a hand through her locks. But he lets her set the pace of the actual feltio, more just enjoying her mouth and tongue on his cock.

  Yes, it was true that he could have had Amelia Bones impaled upon his cock with retive ease today. A, he hadn’t. He’d refrained because Amelia… hm, maybe Bel was onto something. Maybe he was growiimental over the DMLE Director.

  He wouldn’t let that stop him though. No matter what, he would keep his eye on the prize. Amelia would get what she needed and so would Harry… by the time he was doh her, they would both be quite satisfied with the oute, that Harry was sure of. But at the same time, she wasn’t the be all, end all. Harry still had a world to save after all.

  “Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

  Of course, just because he’s not taking trol of Bel’s blowjob doesn’t mean the lusty little bitch isn’t going to wind up choking herself on his cock all the same. pletely of her own accord, Bel bobs her head up and down his shaft more and mgressively, gurgling and gagging quite happily to herself even as she tio stare him in the eye.

  Her own eyes grow more and more watery until she’d shedding involuntary tears while drool and saliva collect arouretched lips and the base of his cock. However, even therix doesn’t stop, even as she’s practically asphyxiating herself on his dick.

  After all that uional forepy and blue balling with Amelia, Harry doesn’t see any reason to hold back. Letting out a tented sigh, he proceeds to firm up his grip orix’s hair and pull her all the way down his coe st time before beginning to cum. She gurgles helplessly but also lustfully, swallowing every st drop of his seed like the needy little slut she is as Harry stares down into her devoted, ad eyes.

  Finally, he’s finished emptying his balls into her belly… but of course, that doesn’t mean they’re done. His cock remains hard ae just loosing one load down Bel’s throat, his balls tio , already produg the . Noting this, his pet witch hurriedly pulls off of his cod then crawls back up him, straddling his crotce more.

  This time though, she buries him inside of her, impaling herself upon his shaft and moaning as her pussy walls tighten and flex all along his length. She’s soppi by this point and Harry isn’t remotely surprised, even as he grabs hold of her hips again.

  Moaning and mewling, boung up and down on his cock, Bel doesn’t bother trying to tain her voiot that she has to, not when the spells that Harry has put up keep anyone from hearing or seeing anything that’s going on past the curtains on his bed.

  Still, as she really starts to get into it, Bel suddenly leans forward, running her hands over his face.

  “Master, I beg of you… unleash me.”

  What? Harry frowns, not quite sure where Beltrix is going with this.

  “Bel…”

  “I swear I be of use to you, Master. Seer my sister. Seer Cissy.”

  Harry’s eyes narrow at the mention of Narcissa Malfoy, especially when it brings to mind her husband, Lucius Malfoy. Dealing with that slimy git today had been the exact opposite of enjoyable, truth be told. Even still…

  “I already told you I wasn’t going to force myself on any witch, Bel.”

  But Beltrix is uerred.

  “I know, Master. I know… but you don’t know Cissy like I do. She doesn’t truly love Lucius. She hates him, in fact. Her sprog, Draco… she loves him well enough, but Lucius is an albatross around her hat she would be gd to get rid of. Allow me to tact her. Allow me to expin some things and I swear I brio you. I swear she’ll submit to your power willingly.”

  That was… a big promise. Even as she speaks, Beltrix tio ride him, boung up and down on his cock. Harry enjoys the feel of her body and the way her t walls are milking him for all he’s worth very much. At the same time though, he now finds his attention split as he siders the curious case of Narcissa Malfoy.

  He believed Bel when she said that Narcissa loved Draco. He knew firsthand how deep that particur mother’s love ran for her son. But her husband… now that retionship was somewhat more shrouded in mystery. The Malfoys had almost alresented a united front until the end of the Sed War, when Narcissa had broken ranks to save Draco.

  Could Bel be telling the truth? Didn’t Harry already have a way of cheg for sure? Reag out, Harry bes Bel down to him once more. She doesn’t hesitate, happily bringing her forehead back to his and allowing him to call up the memories iion that make her belief so unshakeable.

  There, in the depths of Beltrix’s memories, Harry finds a tearful enter between sisters, both Bel and Narcissa much younger as Narcissa cried over having been married off to Lucius Malfoy. Acc to her, she was vihat Lucius oof. Beltrix had forted her younger sister in her own way, tellio just grin and bear with it, and that they would find their own ways to have fun no matter what.

  Of course, shortly after Beltrix had made her fateful mistake of sneaking into Voldemort’s quarters te at night only to be Crucioed until dawn for her impertihe broken, insane woman that had e out the other side had been the perfect on for the Dark Lord’s purposes but would never be the sister Narcissa had known ever again.

  Pulling back, Harry sighs. It was entirely possible that Beltrix was right and Narcissa would be amicable to a ge in Masters. It was also possible that Beltrix was wrong and Narcissa had grown up and even mao grow close to Lucius Malfoy somehow over the years.

  Was it worth the risk of letting Narcissa know her sister was out of Azkabairix get in touch with Narcissa could either be an excellent move towards his long term goals, or it could turn out to be the biggest mistake since he’d e ba time…

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