Lightning Strikes Twice Ch. 15 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

A/N: In which Harry solidifies his hold over both Bella and Aurora~

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“I’m getting closer to a working prototype, Master~”

Blinking at the seeming non-sequitur, Harry slows down as he fucks Bella on her back, plowing the gorgeous but also insane witch into the bed. Moaning wantonly, the Black Witch nevertheless looks up at him with eyes that speak of malevolent promise. It almost makes him second guess himself… but no. He had to stay the course. And part of that was recognizing that he’d given Bellatrix of all people permission to do something that most of his former friends and allies from the lost future would consider particularly heinous.

But then… they were all gone. He and Bella were all that remained of that future that would never be. So in the end… he couldn’t let himself be held back by ghosts. By whispers of memory. They would only lead him astray.

Letting out a shuddering breath, Harry leans over Bellatrix, winding one hand through her hair and gripping down on it hard as his other hand moves to her chest, kneading one of her breasts. She’s looking much better these days, even the last remnants of her stay in Azkaban Prison having fallen away by this point in time. Her full beauty has reasserted itself, though it makes her insanity no less noticeable in his opinion.

Don’t stick your dick in crazy… but what if the crazy was all you had? Smiling thinly, Harry continues to thrust away, even as he lowers his lips to Bellatrix’s and pushes his tongue into her mouth. She submits to him eagerly of course. Her Master. Her Lord. She moans as their tongues intertwine and they swap spit for a moment. She shudders and quivers her way through an explosive orgasm upon his cock as the bond between them settles and solidifies just a fraction more.

This was the decision he’d ultimately made. There was just over a week left until the First Task now and Harry had ultimately come to the conclusion that trying for a third binding before the First Task arrived would be the height of foolishness. You didn’t rush things like this. And really, while in the grand scheme of things it might feel like he had so very little time… for the moment, he had all the time in the world.

He’d come back with years and years to spare, so ultimately Harry could afford to spend a couple weeks shoring up his foundations and firming his hold upon Bellatrix and Aurora. He’d been fucking them both every other day for the past week, and this night is no different, with Bella taking every last inch of his cock as he dominates not just her body, but also her magic itself.

As Bella arches her back beneath him, her breast pressing up into his hand, Harry continues kissing her for a moment longer… and then pulls back, his emerald eyes aglow with power. Finally, he deigns to answer her earlier words.

“Have you now?”

Mewling, Bella nods and gives him a wide, wicked smile. She recognized WHY he’d been so slow to ask for clarification. She knew that the idea she’d presented to him discomfited him. However, his loyal pet also knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Harry would stop at nothing to see his goals accomplished. He had to harden his heart and steel his mind in order to walk the path ahead of him. There was no other option.

“Yes, Master. Twisting the ritual has taken some time, especially since we both know you don’t want to have to fuck any wizards that you want to take the magic of. However, I’ve discovered a method that will serve you quite well. You simply have to use their female relatives instead.”

Harry blinks at that, taken aback. His brow furrows and he tilts his head to the side in confusion. Of course, he isn’t one to show weakness in front of Bellatrix. Grabbing her by the neck but not quite squeezing down enough to choke her, he growls at her.

“Explain.”

“Mm, yes Master~ It’s simple, really. Blood binds all together. The magic in our bloodlines… and in our vows… it can be harnessed. Repurposed. And utilized to your ends.”

Bloodlines. Vows. Harry begins to see what she’s getting at, a chill running down his spine as he starts to piece together Bellatrix’s proposal.

“You’re saying that if I were to bind a Death Eater’s daughter, I could then reach out and… what, take their magic through her?”

Grinning wickedly, eyes dancing with manic delight, Bella nods.

“You could take it all, Master. As much or as little as you wanted from as many or as few of her male relatives as you desired. And not just their daughters, Master. I said what I said. Bloodlines AND vows. You could take their magic through claiming their wives as well.”

That… was dastardly. But not entirely surprising. Marriage vows in the Wizarding World weren’t the same as they were in the muggle world. There was a reason that very few wizards and witches ever got divorced for instance. The concept wasn’t just anathema to them because they were a backwards society a couple hundred years out of date with the muggle world. No, it was also anathema to them because marriage vows in the Wizarding World were inherently magical. Breaking them came with consequences and not insignificant ones either.

So yes… it made some amount of sense that one might be able to reach out through those binding marriage vows and repurpose them for their own ends with the right ritual. Of course…

“The witch would still have to be willing.”

Bella smirks at that, her eyes glittering with malevolent malice.

“That part of the ritual is not immutable, Master. We could always modify it and-urk!”

Harry grips down, choking Bellatrix and cutting her off as he glares down at her with blazing eyes.

“No, Bella. The witch would still have to be willing. That is not something I am willing to compromise on. I will not force MYSELF on any woman. Am I understood?”

Bellatrix slowly nods and Harry relaxes his hold on her neck. After a moment, he grunts.

“… The idea still has some merit. Plenty of witches out there trapped in unhappy marriages. Or who hate their scumbag Death Eater fathers.”

Maybe not as many as there were Death Eaters, of course. But those Harry could just remove the usual way if necessary. Still…

“I would love to be your first test subject, Master~”

Harry blinks at that and looks down at Bellatrix as it slowly dawns on him.

“Your husband.”

Smiling wickedly, Bellatrix Lestrange nods. She was still married to her husband, even if there was no love lost between them. More than that, Rudolph Lestrange was still locked up in Azkaban. Draining him of his magic through the wedding vows that he and Voldemort had forced a broken Bellatrix to make was… poetic wasn’t it? Quite poetic. Turning any of these Pureblood Supremacists into muggles by taking their magic away from them along with their women was poetic.

But as he’d said to Bella, he wouldn’t do it unless he could get the witch on board willingly. If he could convince them to betray their spouse or their father, then he’d go through with it. Still, Bellatrix was an excellent option.

… For later.

“Not right now, Bella. Perhaps after the First Task. I don’t want to risk the chance anything goes wrong when I’m about to step into the spotlight even if only for a moment.”

Smirking at that, Bella simply bobs her head in agreement.

“Of course, Master. I’ll keep working on it. Iron out the kinks. And when you’re ready to try it out… we’ll drain Rudolph Lestrange of every last ounce of his magic~”

Damn straight. For now, Harry returns to fucking Bellatrix with full force, even leaning down to give her another deep, tongue-filled kiss. When they pull apart for air again, he even smiles at his pet. Mad she might be… but she was his all the same.

“Good girl, Bella.”

“Mm, please Master… don’t tease me. If I’ve really been a good girl, do that thing you know I love… make it hurt~”

Harry snorts dryly at that and then tightens his grip on Bellatrix’s throat again. He fucks her harder and faster than before upon the bed, all while asphyxiating her the entire time. Her pussy clenches down around his cock even tighter as her face goes red and then purple… and Harry doesn’t let up. Not even for a second. He gives her precisely what she asked for and he does so all night long…

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SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Bringing the riding crop down on Aurora Sinistra’s beautiful dark ass again and again, Harry smiles as the masochistic Professor squeals, her naked body shaking and jiggling before him. They’re in the Room of Requirement and the whole place has been turned into a bondage dungeon for their fun. Standing in the center of the room, Aurora is bent over with her arms bound behind her back and attached to hook descending from the ceiling.

Meanwhile, her legs are spread nice and wide and her ass is left jutting out in his direction for him to abuse to his heart’s content. At the same time, the glow of a shimmering Full Moon can be seen from between Aurora’s dark ass cheeks, the base of her butt plug shining even now while the plug itself buzzes away in her ass.

At the same time, her star-like nipple and clit piercings glimmer as well, providing further light across the black backdrop that is her body. Of course, there’s also the way the sweat glistens on her in the room’s torchlight, covering her from head to toe as she wantonly moans before him.

Having laid a good number of strikes upon both of her cheeks, Harry finally sets the riding crop aside and moves around to Aurora’s front where a hook descends from over the back of her head to pull at her nostrils, making her look even more ridiculous. Her tongue lolling out and waiting for him however… that bit is all on her. Smiling, Harry slaps his cock down onto Aurora’s tongue for a moment and then slides into her waiting maw, groaning his enjoyment as the Professor, bound to him in servitude and as much his loyal slave as Bella, moans and gurgles around his cock.

Quickly setting a pace that’s just shy of possible for Aurora to keep up with, Harry face fucks the beautiful witch, listening as she gags on his cock.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

All the while, her tongue swipes and slides back and forth across the underside of his shaft like mad, going absolutely crazy as he pistons in and out of her throat.

“That’s a good girl. That’s a darling pet.”

Aurora’s eyes half-roll back in her head at his praise and she cums on the spot despite his cock being nowhere near her cunt. The effect of her toys on her body, plus his words is all she apparently needs to splatter the floor of the room with her pussy juices, squirting all over the place. Meanwhile, Harry feels his hold on her magic solidify even further.

Of his two current bindings, Aurora was decidedly the newest. Not just because she was the second he bound with the ritual, but also because of how much history Bellatrix had with him in the previous timeline. As a result, while Harry’s grip on her magic was still quite solid and Aurora’s submission and subservience were in fact quite genuine… there was still more work to do with her than with Bella.

As such, Harry doesn’t spend too long in the choking Professor’s throat, ultimately pulling out of the dark-skinned witch and moving back around to her plush, freshly whipped backside.

CLAP!

“EEEP!”

His hands come down hard upon her ass, making Aurora squeal from the sudden renewed sensation from her poor abused buttocks. But then she moans, because he’s inside of her a moment later, fucking her from behind as her buzzing butt plug provides a certain… additional element of pleasure for the young wizard.

Aurora moans as her entire body shakes and jiggles with his thrusts. His cock pistons in and out of her cunt and she cries out, cumming for him again and again. Unlike Bellatrix, she doesn’t usually say much during these sessions of theirs. She only speaks when spoken to, only answering when questioned about this or that. Otherwise, she seems intent on playing the role of perfect fuck doll.

However… with the First Task only three more days away, Aurora must be feeling a little antsy. Because she breaks her streak tonight and pipes up, her voice hesitant and thready as she mewls.

“A-Are you sure… y-you don’t need my help with the F-First Task, M-Master? I am yours… your instrument… e-even if they caught us, you c-could argue that since I belong to you as your p-property, it’s perfectly, nnngh, legitimate.”

Harry snorts derisively at that. While Aurora was technically correct, she was also clearly very caught up in the pleasure of the moment. He rears back a hand and gives her ass a spanking before shaking his head.

“We would get away with that once, at the expense of everyone knowing that I’d enslaved you, Professor. Not exactly a good look, is it?”

Aurora shudders and moans some more.

“Mmm… but I-I was willing… they c-can’t… they can’t reverse i-it if I was willing…”

Harry just rolls his eyes at that. Wasn’t it Aurora herself who, before the ritual, told him that they would surely get caught and how bad that would be for them? And now the slutty bitch was advocating for unveiling the true nature of their relationship, all for a pointless tournament that barely even mattered. Shaking his head again, Harry reaches out and grabs Aurora by her hair, yanking her head back and fucking her even harder as he reaches around to play with one of her nipple piercings, much to her delight.

“You don’t have to worry about me and the First Task, Aurora. I’ll be fine. I’ve got it all under control.”

Shivering, Aurora whimpers before nodding as best she can in his grasp.

“I-If you say so… Master… this s-slave apologizes for p-presuming to question your plans…”

Harry hums but ultimately just smiles.

“Apology accepted.”

Then, he settles in to fucking her even harder and even faster. Yes. Plan. Which… with three days left, he probably SHOULD decide on his plan now, shouldn’t he? Oh don’t get him wrong, Harry wasn’t concerned about anything. Facing the Hungarian Horntail again was something he would have no trouble with. As well, as already mentioned, the tournament was pointless anyways.

Except… he HAD made a wager with Fleur that he very much intended to win. So he should probably decide how exactly he was going to go about that. There were a number of ways he could score the most points in the First Task. But which would make sure that he easily trounced Fleur?