Chapter 18: Chapter 18 - Another Trophy Earned I
Eyes wide open in shock and wait, Narcissa almost forgot Harry was still inside, her moans escaping her mouth as his bullish pumps jolted her entire body to the headboard.
Her gaze remained on Bellatrix as the dark-haired witch removed her black robes and then the rest of her clothes till nothing remained.
"Seems like Cissy is enjoying it," Bellatrix said and slithered onto the bed like a seductive snake. Her ripe, feminine face held a big, mischievous smile as she stared at Harry's cock slamming into Narcissa's depth with an audible squelch and clap.
Harry suddenly picked up the pace and grounded harder into the blond witch, loving her bewildered yet aroused expressions. Furthermore, he loved Bellatrix joining the play and sliding further up onto the bed and resting sideways beside Narcissa's body.
The sisters were so close that Bellatrix's breast pressed against Narcissa's, their skins touching and the jolts coming from Harry's thrusts transferring to Bellatrix as well.
The black-haired witch folded her elbow beside Narcissa's face, resting her own face on her fist while staring into her married sister's eyes.
"Look at you, Cissy… That moan, that gasp…" Bellatrix teased her sister, caressing her free hand over Narcissa's shaking mounds. She pinched the pink tips of Narcissa's breasts.
"Umh… Ah, oh, oh… Harry!" Narcissa moaned. In reply, Harry slumped forward on her heaving belly, grounding his cock nice and deep.
Bellatrix giggled at seeing Narcissa's fucking and stared into her sister's eyes. "It's our Lord's gift, Cissy. This is his love for us, his care, his praise—all for us… Oh, I feel jealous."
"Yesss!" Narcissa cried when she felt Bellatrix's hand sliding down her belly and reaching her soaked, sore petals, still being impaled. Bellatrix's fingers spread in two sides, spreading her core apart and, at times, tickling her clitoris. It felt forbidden to Narcissa, her own sister doing that to her.
Harry relished in everything he was seeing. Two middle-aged women of peak beauty, sisters, his enemies, playing with each other while he fucked their brains out. If that wasn't a dream come true, then he didn't know what it was.
But he started to feel tired after doing Narcissa for so long. Although he had already made her climax once, he held his own back to ensure both sisters got plenty of loving from him—He wanted to be just and democratic in fucking them, after all.
"Get on top," Harry ordered and pulled out of Narcissa's creamy core and laid down beside her on the bed, his head resting on the pillow. "Help her, Bellatrix."
"Yess~ My Lord!" Bellatrix chirped and grabbed her own tired sister's arm. Helping her get through the soreness of Narcissa, she just made the blonde get on her knees, then spread them wide and straddle Harry's cock. Bellatrix used her own hand to guide Harry's cock into her sister's dripping slit.
"Aaaah… Oh my… Um…" Narcissa moaned in pleasure and shame, feeling her inside stretched and filled. Her hips began to move back and forth on their own, her heart demanding that girthy sliding pleasure inside.
Harry grabbed Narcissa's ass from the side and controlled her movement at the same time. He stared at her face, knowing she was finding it hard to believe she was fucking Harry in the presence of her sister.
"Bellatrix." Harry noticed the black-haired vixen biting her lips on the side, sitting with her knees spread, her hands tickling her pussy. "I can manage another…"
Bellatrix's eyes shone with pure love and excitement. She didn't waste another moment, scared her lord would change his mind. It was like her lifelong dream come true, and she quickly spread her legs and straddled Harry's face, facing Narcissa.
"Oh… My Lord!" Bellatrix moaned uncontrollably before she even sat down. Just Harry's hot breath was enough to shudder her to the core. But when she finally settled her lower, drooling lips on Harry's mouth, she almost lost balance and fell forward on Narcissa, only to catch herself by grabbing Narcissa's shoulder. "Oooooh… Yes, yes, yesss~ My Loh-Loooord!"
"Ah, umph…" Narcissa, struggling on her own, pressed her lips tight as Bellatrix's hands on her shoulder made Harry's cock reach a deeper depth that made her clench herself tight. But she couldn't help but look down at Bellatrix's womanhood on Harry's lips.
She saw Harry's mouth widen and his tongue plunge into Bellatrix's soaked core. Clearly, Bellatrix was enjoying it as she squeezed her thighs tight, locking in Harry's lips on her needy dampness.
The next they knew, the two sisters glanced at each other. While a teasing, aroused smirk was plastered on Bellatrix's face, Narcissa was aroused and embarrassed. Her pussy creating wet sounds, their moans intermingled.
Harry, meanwhile, just felt excited and lustful. The two women had curvy bodies, breasts larger than his palms could hold, and asses that were as soft as jelly. Despite Bellatrix's drenched pussy lips on his probing tongue, he didn't feel much of her weight. At the same time, his cock took pleasure from Narcissa's active hips, fucking herself on his straining member.
"Mmm… My Lord!"
"Ah, ah~"
The two Black sisters moaned like two sirens of the sea. Narcissa looked pure, while Bellatrix was like an adventurous vixen. To the point that Bellatrix made her sister move whenever she noticed her going too slow, and even leaned forward to tickle Narcissa's clit and suckle her tight nipples.
"Ungh… I-I'm close, My Lord!" Bellatrix was enjoying it more, however, since her pleasure worked more in her mind than her body. Her fleshy belly began to quiver in no time, her pussy lips twitching on Harry's impaling tongue. She couldn't help but move back and forth like her sister, too, wanting to feel more of Harry's warm tongue inside.
Right then, Harry also felt his climax inching close, crossing a point of no return. But even crazier was Narcissa's clenching core that tried to squeeze the life out of him, her tantalizing quivers a sign of her release too.
Somehow, all three of them went through their wild, burning, passionate release. Bellatrix convulsed on his face, her thick, silky thighs squeezed together. It didn't take long before she erupted in dazzling undulations, her leaking coat of cream spilling atop Harry's face, while she pinched her own nipples for that last edge.
But Harry was more focused on his own release, gripping Narcissa's ass tight with his palms and thrusting up into her tight depth to leave a plundering trail of his seeds inside. The woman practically bounced on his cock, her moans louder than the claps of her ass slapping his thighs, her large swells on her chest jiggling frantically.
"Ah, ah—Harry~" Narcissa came right then for a second time, crossing the final threshold of passion and leaking out her warm love juice.
With Bellatrix moving away from his face, Harry pulled Narcissa's body down on his chest, hugging her waist tight and fucking her with his powerful upward thrusts. The speed so fast, his shoves into her core deep and long. He could sense that final, tickling rush in his shaft.
Narcissa surrendered with her face under Harry's neck, letting him fuck her fertile depth to his desire. She felt sore, felt hot, and felt burning inside. Each time his cock went deep, she felt each and every stretch of his cock—she loved it—absolutely loved it.
"Ugh… There…" Harry grunted and finally shoved a hard pump up and stopped there for a moment, letting his balls twitch with the shudders, spraying his sweet white lava into the deepest depth of the woman leaning on his body.
His cock drove a few more pumps in and out of her, spilling the last bursts of his nectar. He could feel it all, his and hers mixing into a warm concoction of heated fluid.
By the time Harry calmed down and caught his breath, he felt all the juices spill out of her and stain his cock and balls. But he didn't move, nor did Narcissa. Bellatrix, meanwhile, simply lay beside him, watching Narcissa with envy, her own tight warmth already in the midst of dripping in need once again.
There was a wall clock in the room. So, other than its ticking and their breaths, there was no sound in the room.
Harry knew this wasn't the end, however, so he kept his palms kneading Narcissa's ass, keeping her stimulated. She didn't move her face for a long time, her forehead resting against his collarbone.
"My Lord," Bellatrix voiced just then, having sat up. Her gaze refused to leave Harry's deflated cock, soaked in the sticky cream of sex. "M-May I… Help you clean?"
She just wants my cock in her mouth, doesn't she? Harry read through her thoughts easily. Can't complain about having good minions.
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