The air was thick with lust and arousal, mixing with the scent of expensive whiskey that lay forgotten on the small table as Harry and Bella collided in a heated kiss, their lips slamming ferociously. Their bodies were flush against each other, with only thin layers of clothing separating them.
Their lips moved in perfect sync, their tongues rolling about as they kissed. Bella had her hands in his hair, pulling him closer against herself while Harry held her by her pert arse, his fingers sinking into the pillowy flesh as he pulled her against him, his demeanor demanding, as if he wanted to consume her whole.
The fire danced in the fireplace, casting a faint glow around the suite as they made out, their hips slamming and gyrating into one another. Their hands moved just enough to feel each other, groping and caressing in equal measure as they sought to have as much of the other as possible. Their breaths were one, and so seemed their bodies, moving against each other with an enthusiasm that stood proof enough of their desire for each other.
Bella, clad in a sheer black nightdress that left little to the imagination, and a matching set of black lingerie, was doing her best to feel him against her womanhood, pressing hard against him as she gyrated on his erection. A large, wet patch could already be seen on the fabric of Harry's boxers—the only item of clothing he had on, and he moved her back and forth, humping against her.
His hands gripped her hips tightly, keeping her flush against him. He could feel her heat through the thin fabric of her nightdress, her breath coming in short gasps as she ground against him.
"Master," she whispered against his lips, her voice a husky purr that sent his cock lurching against her pussy, making her groan in pleasure. "I've been waiting for this for so long…"
Harry growled, his fingers sinking deeper into her ass, squeezing the firm flesh. "And I've been looking forward to claim what's mine, Bella."
She smiled as she pulled back even more, and the slow, sultry curve of her lips promised sinful delights.
"Allow me, Master," she purred, and Harry watched with satisfaction as she slowly slid off his lap, his hands leaving her arse with a firm smack that made her grin nastily at him. She dropped to her knees that hit the plush carpet with a soft thud. Gazing up at him in adoration, she reached up and put her hand on the wet fabric, feeling his erection through his boxers. Her eyes shifted to his bulge, and as if mesmerized, she leaned over and ran her wet tongue over the patch, moaning lewdly. Her hands went to the waistband of his boxers and Harry lifted his hips when he felt her pulling them down, freeing his already hard cock. Her lustful grin widened as she pulled his boxers over his knees and allowed them to drop by his feet.
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and with another wink, she leaned over and ran her tongue along his length, making him hiss in approval. She grinned up at him, undoubtedly proud of herself for eliciting such a reaction from him, and reached up to grab him.
"I've wanted to feel you for so long," she whispered reverently, leaning forward to taste him again. Harry's breaths came out in a shudder when she touched the tip of his cock with her tongue, slowly rolling it around the head, and without preamble, she took him into her mouth.
Harry's head fell back, a groan tearing from his throat as Bella's hot, wet mouth enveloped him. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, tasting him, teasing him, before she took him deeper, her hand working in tandem with her mouth. He felt her slick wet mouth slide down his cock, her tongue lapping away eagerly all over his length, until she had taken him all the way inside her mouth, pushing her nose firmly against his groin.
She coughed slightly as she pulled away, furiously stroking his slick length as she gazed up at him with her eyes full of worship.
"I remember when I was like this the first time," she grinned.
"And you were wearing a similar nightdress back then as well," Harry chuckled, recalling that day with absolute clarity.
"I hope you'll take this one off just like you did with that one," she winked, and quickly plunged her mouth onto his cock once again.
Harry chuckled as he reached out, threading his fingers through her dark hair, caressing her scalp as he guided her mouth on his cock. She was as eager as he remembered her being, and just like she did with everything, she was as enthusiastic while she pleasured him as well.
He had indeed made the right decision sparing her life when he first laid eyes on her all those years back in the Forbidden Forest.
Bella bobbed her head furiously on his cock, spittle flying out as she deepthroated him. Harry let out a soft grunt when she let out a soft moan, the vibrations traveling from his cock straight through his entire being. He looked down at her, her head bobbing in his lap, her eyes closed in ecstasy, and he knew he wouldn't last long if she kept this up.
"Bella," he warned, his voice a low growl. "If you keep that up, I'm going to come in that pretty little mouth of yours."
She hummed around him once again, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through him, and then she pulled back, her lips glistening. "That's the point, Master," she said, her voice breathy. "It's been so long since I've tasted you. Surely I deserve that much for being your little faithful servant? Your little slut?"
Harry's cock twitched at her words, and he knew he could not argue against her, not that he wanted to. He let her continue, his hands fisting in her hair, guiding her as she sucked him. But he wanted more. He wanted to feel her come undone around him.
As if reading his mind, Bella's hand moved between her legs, pushing the thin fabric of her lace knickers aside. She moaned around his cock as her fingers found her clit, rubbing herself in time with her movements on him. The sensation overtook all the control she had, and she began to wildly bob her head on his prick as she moaned loudly around his length. The vibrations that shot through him and the sight of her pleasuring herself while she sucked him off was almost too much to bear.
"Fuck, Bella," Harry groaned, his hips jerking as he felt his orgasm building. "I'm going to come."
She moaned again, her fingers moving faster, rubbing furious circles around her clit as she felt herself getting worked up beyond measure. She pushed two of her fingers inside her needy quim, feeling her hot wetness as she kept plunging them in and out of her pussy.
Harry let out a grunt as he finally came, his cock pulsing in her mouth. He shot rope after rope of his thick, white seed deep inside her throat, watching with approval as she swallowed every drop. She continued to suck him, her fingers still moving between her legs, until he had shot every drop he had left within him in this session. His breathing ragged, he gazed down at her and found her swallowing the last vestiges of cum that he had given her.
However, Bella wasn't done yet. She stood, her nightdress riding up her thighs, and straddled him again, her fingers still wet with her juices. Harry felt her juices drip onto his thighs as she leaned forward, pressing herself eagerly against him. She brought her fingers to his mouth, painting his lips with her arousal.
"Taste me, Master," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. "Taste how much I want you."
Harry growled, his hands going to her ass, pulling her closer. He licked her fingers clean, his tongue swirling around them, tasting her, teasing her. She moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of ink as she wrapped her other arm around his neck.
Her fingers, slick with his saliva, popped out of his mouth and Bella slowly opened her eyes. She quickly wrapped both her arms around his neck as he stood, lifting her with him, and carried her to the bed. He leaned over and laid her down, her legs dangling over the edge, and in no time, he was on his knees, his hands parting her legs as he pushed his face between them. He pushed her sheer nightdress up, his hands running up her thighs, making her mewl as she grasped the bedsheets in fists. Leaning forward, he took a deep sniff of her arousal, feeling his own spiking higher, and with deliberate slowness, he pushed her knickers to the side, exposing her bald, pink twat to his hungry gaze.
"You look as hot as you did back then," he whispered, leaning forward to taste her. Bella lurched on the bed, a loud moan escaping her, when she felt his tongue lick around her lower lips, tasting her, teasing her, before his fingers joined the fray. He stroked her womanhood, working her up as he licked her juices, before he parted her folds and ran his tongue along her slit.
Bella cried out when he finally pressed harder and pushed his tongue inside, clamping his mouth hard on her pussy. Her hands, fisting in the sheets, tightened as her hips bucked against his mouth. He held her down firmly with his hands on her hips, and he eagerly feasted on her, his tongue swirling and plunging in and out of her pussy before being replaced by his fingers as he began pumping in and out of her. His mouth found her clit and he sucked on it harshly, rolling the hard nub around with his tongue.
"Master," she panted, her voice ragged with desire. "Please, I need you inside me."
Lustfully, Harry growled, his cock already hard again at her words. It slapped against his inner thighs as he stood, grabbing her by the thighs and positioning her properly on the bed. He climbed over her, and Bella eagerly parted her legs for him. Harry grinned and wasted no time as he aligned himself against her wet entrance. He faced no resistance and slid into her wet heat with ease.
Bella moaned, her legs wrapping around him as she pulled him deeper within herself. He held himself still for a moment before he started to move, his hips thrusting against hers. Loud, wet squelches filled the air, combined with his grunts and her moans of pleasure as he hammered away inside her, his cock filling her completely. Her eyes were wide with lust and devotion as she gazed up at him, slamming her hips upward as she met him thrust for thrust. Her large tits, still within the confines of both her lace bra and that sheer nightdress, were bouncing alluringly with the force of their lovemaking.
Harry leaned down, his mouth finding hers in a searing kiss, and she melted against him, her toes curling. Their tongues tangled as he continued to thrust into her. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers digging into his back, her nails scoring his skin.
With one hand holding himself hovering over her, Harry reached between them with the other, his fingers finding her clit easily. He began rubbing it in time with his thrusts, and she cried out, her body tensing as suddenly, to her utter shock, her orgasm washed over her. She let out a loud wail as she shivered violently under him, and he felt her contract around him, her inner muscles squeezing him firmly as if trying to milk him for everything he had. Harry resisted, holding himself back as Bella convulsed beneath him, her breathing ragged and desperate as she gazed up at him with wide, wild eyes.
He kept fucking her through her orgasm, relishing her mewls and cries as she kept shivering beneath him, and finally, he stopped, rolling over so that they were lying side by side, his lips clamping down on her neck as he sucked and nibbled greedily.
Bella immediately crushed herself to him, wrapping her arms and legs around him as she kept jerking erratically, feeling wave upon wave of pleasure coursing through her, until she gained enough semblance of sanity to form words.
"M-Master," she whispered, her voice soft. "That was… incredible."
Harry smirked, his lips curving against her neck. "It was, wasn't it?" he said, his voice filled with authority and tenderness as he leaned back and regarded her. "But we're not done making up for a year yet, Bella. Not by a long shot."
She shivered, her body already responding to his words as she gazed deeply into his emerald pools with an excited look on her face. Smirking, he pulled off her, chuckling when her arms and legs tried to remain wrapped around his body, and took her with him, bringing her to her feet on the floor. He turned her around so that they both were facing the large mirror in front of them and keeping his eyes locked with her into the reflection, he wrapped his arms around her, resting his palms over her lower belly.
"I remember that day as clear as this mirror," he whispered, sensuously caressing the side of her neck with his lips, making her sigh in contentment. She watched them in the mirror, her eyes on his hands as they roamed over her body, slowly but surely sliding her nightdress up with every motion. Her panties were exposed now as he continued, his hands touching the undersides of her tits for mere seconds before sliding back down again.
"We were like this back then as well," she moaned in approval, lifting her arms over her head, and Harry took the opportunity to slide her nightdress over her head. She quickly pulled her arms out, and he threw the sheer garment on the floor. "Even then, you took off my night dress like this."
"I definitely did," he whispered hotly in her ear, making her shiver. His eyes took in her sexy figure in the mirror, clad in nothing but a pair of black lace bra and knickers, with her large tits heaving within their confines and her knickers pushed aside, her pussy red and pulsating. "And if I'd known it before, I would've freed you from that bastard's influence long before his death."
"It was his death that lifted his curse off me, Master," Bella moaned, feeling his erection pressing into her from behind.
"True that," Harry agreed. "And you were so grateful for it that you pledged yourself to me—mind, body, and soul."
Bella gasped in delight when he pushed his fingers back inside her orgasmic pussy once again, probing and prodding as he played with her.
"You always loved to worship someone powerful, didn't you? A naturally devoted woman you are," he whispered. "Something he abused by bending your will in its entirety like he did."
"He was a bastard!" Bella growled. "He abused my faith in him. He turned me into that hideous bitch! The daughter of the Blacks, reduced to a mad cunt who even killed her blood because she could no longer think for herself!"
"Shhh…" Harry whispered, palming her bald pussy as he wrapped his other arm tightly around her, pulling her heaving form firmly against himself. "It's all in the past now. That bastard's dead, and you are with me."
Bella breathed heavily, trying to calm herself down, and Harry kept caressing and stroking her.
"Now, why don't we channel this agitation of yours into something more pleasurable and productive?" Harry smirked as he quickly unhooked her bra, pulling it off her and rendering her tits naked to his appreciative gaze. "You've been taking care of yourself nicely. Good girl."
"Only the best for my one true Master," she replied, smiling.
Harry smirked, his hand going to her panties, and in no time, he had them off her. As Bella kicked them away, they stood, naked in front of the mirror, and both their eyes roamed over her naked reflection.
"Let's go," Harry whispered and easily lifted her in his arms bridal style. She grinned at him on their way over, her hand caressing his chest as he walked toward the bar counter. She deftly picked up a bottle of red wine on their way over, smirking as he set her on a barstool.
"I hope you know the drill?" He asked with a smirk, slowly lowering himself on one knee and parting her legs. He began to trail featherlight kisses up her legs, one after the other, taking time to tease her inner thighs, and in no time, he found himself tasting a teasing mix of the wine, her sweaty skin, and her orgasmic fluids as she held the bottle over herself, pouring the sweet wine down her body. The red fluid fell on her upper chest with a splash and she moved the bottle from one side to the other, pouring the liquid over and between the valley of her tits.
Most of the wine would've normally cascaded to the floor, but Harry, having no intention of allowing any bit of the sensual mix to go to waste manipulated the trail magically, making it all pour over her vaginal slit where he kept eagerly gulping it all down.
Bella could only watch, her arousal mounting once again as her Master tasted multiple essences all at once, her pussy throbbing with need once again. His tongue moved over and against her lower lips as he gulped, and soon, he began to tease her clit once again.
She moaned in approval, pleasure coursing through her very being as the bottle of wine emptied. She shook it over her tits, and when the final few drops shot out of it, she threw it away. The bottle fell on the cushioned floor with a thud and rolled away.
"Open wide, Bella," Harry instructed, manipulating the trail of the sensual mix so that it flowed in the air in an arc, and Bella, grinning, opened her mouth, allowing her Master to pour it all in. She gulped the wine down eagerly, tasting herself in the sweetness, as he got to his feet.
"Time to get you cleaned, I guess," he smirked, and picked her up once again, carrying her over to the bathroom as Bella swiped a finger on her tits and held it out, giggling when he promptly took it in his mouth and began swirling his tongue around the digit.
The suite was the best of the best, and the opulence of the bathroom reflected it. He carried her over and set her down in the massive shower, turning it on. The water was enchanted with calming and rejuvenating properties, and as he stepped in with her, the hot water cascaded over their bodies. Not only was it washing away the evidence of their lovemaking but also any fatigue they might have accumulated.
Standing behind her, Harry grabbed the cleaning mix and poured some into his hands, feeling its effects seeping into his skin. He reached out and ran his foam-covered hands over her body, starting with her neck, moving down to her shoulders and upper chest, and then he was washing her in earnest, his hands roaming all over and playing with her massive jugs, cleaning any hint of red wine and sweat off them. He mauled them eagerly, pulling and pressing them together, playing with her nipples while he relished her moans and sighs of pleasure.
Smirking, he stepped closer, pushing his cock between the crack of her ass which she responded to by meeting him halfway, pressing herself eagerly against him. He began running his hands all over her body, cleaning her, caressing her, and pleasuring her.
Bella moaned, her head falling back against his chest, and Harry immediately leaned closer to claim her lips in a heated kiss. His hands worked their magic all over her front, starting from her neck and moving all the way down to her pussy before climbing up the same route and repeating it over and over again as they kissed.
Soon, it was his turn and he simply stood under the running shower as Bella cleaned him up all over, taking more time than necessary with his crotch. He gazed at the woman on her knees as she fondled and caressed his cock and balls, gazing up at him with a grin.
"I remember cleaning you like this back then as well," she remarked, making him chuckle.
When they were both clean, he turned off the water, and together, they stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel, wiping her body clean and drying her up, just as she returned the favor, and without bothering to wrap anything around themselves, Harry picked her up once again, although this time, he grabbed her by the ass and lifted her, making her wrap her arms and legs around him, bringing her pussy to rest right over his erection. She immediately began to gyrate against him, feeling his length sliding between her pussy lips and against her wet slit.
Harry carried her back to the bedroom and threw her down on the bed. She fell with a giggle, her breasts bouncing around as she came to a stop, and hungrily, she gazed up at him. She was ready for another round, and as she gazed between his legs, she discovered that so was he.
Harry stood on the edge of the bed, his eyes roaming over her body. Slowly, he climbed on the bed and lay down next to her, gazing at her with a smirk. He reached out, his hand cupping her breast and giving it a soft squeeze, and his thumb rubbed gently against her nipple. She moaned, her back arching as her nipple hardened under his touch.
He leaned down, his mouth finding her nipple, and he sucked it into his mouth. She cried out, her hands going to his head, holding him to her. He switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention, his hands roaming over her body as he caressed and teased her.
Slowly, he moved down her body, his mouth trailing kisses over her breasts, her stomach, her hips, and her thighs. He gently pushed her legs apart, his eyes taking in her swollen lips, and he leaned forward, his mouth finding her center. His tongue slid out, spearing into her wet heat as he caressed her inner thighs, working her up. All this while, Bella could do nothing but moan and sigh in pleasure, and when his mouth finally clamped down on her womanhood, her hips began to automatically rise to meet him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kept her legs spread far apart.
He kept sucking and licking her pussy eagerly, pushing her closer to the edge with each passing second, and finally, he reached up, his fingers finding her clit, and he began rubbing it in time with his tongue.
Bella cried out, her body tensing as to her utter disbelief, another of her orgasms washed over her. He continued to lick her, his fingers joining the fray as they began pumping in and out of her, drawing out her orgasm until she was limp with satisfaction. She was a hot, shivering mess by the time he was done with her, gazing up at him with a delirious grin on her face.
"What did I do to deserve so much tonight, Master?" She asked with the same grin.
Harry smirked, stroking himself at the sight of her sprawled on the bed with her legs spread wide, displaying her orgasmic pussy to his appreciative gaze.
"I just decided I treated you enough like a guilty party, Bella," he replied. "This is just me making up for what you've been missing out on."
"My kind master," she purred, and spread her legs even further apart, her eyes beckoning him with a silent invitation.
He smirked, his cock already hard at the sight of her sinful body. He reached out and ran a hand over her curves, giving her tits a firm squeeze before he reached her neck. Bella's eyes gleamed when she felt his hand wrap around her neck and grab her firmly.
"But I've made up enough now," he grinned promisingly. "It's now time to take you like the bitch you are, Bella."
An excited gleam entered Bella's eyes as he grabbed her hips, flipping her over onto her hands and knees effortlessly. She grinned excitedly, gazing at him over her shoulder as he maneuvered her properly in place. He stood behind her on his knees and positioned himself at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips. He pushed forward, and she felt him sliding into her, his cock filling her completely.
She moaned, her head thrown forward as her back arched in pleasure, her hair cascading down her back. He started to move and slowly began to pick up his pace, his hips thrusting against hers, and his cock filling her over and over again. Eager, she met him thrust for thrust, her hips slamming back to meet him, and her breasts bouncing and slapping together with the force of their lovemaking as they dangled erotically under her.
He reached around, his hands grabbing her tits, and he began to maul and squeeze them as he fucked her, his cock slamming in and out of her pussy with reckless abandon. His heavy balls slapped against her skin, and the lewd sound of his skin clapping against her skin echoed around the room. None of its occupants cared though as they succumbed to the pleasure they were deriving from each other.
Bella's breathing grew ragged once more as she felt another orgasm rushing toward the edge. She could not believe this was happening! Her body was betraying her, obeying her Master's commands, it felt, as orgasm after orgasm seemed intent to tear through her at his very command. When his fingers found her clit and he began rubbing it in time with his thrusts, she could do nothing but cry out, her body tensing as another orgasm crashed through her.
She would've called over in a heap if not for the firm grasp he had on her tits as he mauled them, and holding her by those very tits, Harry pulled her up so that she was standing on her knees in front of him, with her back flush against his front. With one hand rubbing firm circles over her clit and the other squeezing her breast, Harry kept thrusting as hard as he could inside her. He felt her hot inner walls contract around him, her inner muscles working overdrive in their efforts to milk him, and finally, he allowed himself to let go. The head of his cock expanded as it began pulsing inside her, filling her up with his seed. Bella moaned out loud at the sensation, and she could do nothing when he brought her down on the bed with himself, fucking her furiously from behind as they lay on their sides, her legs spread apart and him still shooting his load deep inside her quivering and orgasmic snatch.
Their breaths were coming in ragged gasps by the time they were done. Harry leaned against her, as she did against him. She held his hand over her breast that he was holding her to himself with, his softening cock slowly sliding out of her cramped pussy, and she could not help but let out a pleasure-filled moan.
Slowly, she turned her head, her lips finding him, kissing him softly. He kissed her back, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close.
As they pulled away, Bella turned around in his embrace and buried herself against him. Smiling in contentment, Harry pulled her close and closed his eyes.
Only a few years ago, she had been the woman he hated the most. She had been the woman he had wanted to die. She was the same woman who had killed his godfather. And she was the only person whom he had cast the Cruciatus Curse on, albeit failing miserably at that.
However, here they were, years later, naked and satisfied in each other's arms as she sought to pleasure and satisfy him to the best of her abilities.
To think that none of this would've happened if not for Voldemort who had destroyed that Horcrux he had inadvertently housed within his biggest enemy.
As Harry's eyes closed, his mind drifted to the events of the past—the ones that had shaped Bella's destiny so significantly, and not only freed her from Voldemort's clutches but also brought her to his service.
TBC.
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