Harry's Cock Elixir ch.8

Harry Potter's penis twitched, and he felt an orgasm approaching in the distance. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. "Ladies, please help me before I make a huge mess."

Harry Potter glanced around the studio. The place was mostly empty, except for a few people milling about in the lobby.

"Maybe we can take a shower here and then meet Cho for lunch?"

"I didn't bring a change of clothes," Harry Potter said. Bellatrix patted her bag. "I planned it all from the beginning, darling. I took care of you. Come on, while no one is watching."

Harry Potter, Bellatrix, and Narcissa sneaked into the changing room with lockers, a sink, and a larger-than-expected shower.

Watching Narcissa's breasts bouncing in her too small sports bra proved to be too much for Harry Potter. His penis sprang forward from his pants as if it didn't want to be restrained any longer. He practically tore them off before Armageddon erupted. "Narcissa. Breasts. Now," that was all he could muster.

Narcissa ripped off her sports bra, allowing her perfect curves to sway and jiggle before Harry like a conductor warming up a philharmonic orchestra. "Bellatrix, turn on the shower."

"It's already on," Bellatrix pulled aside the shower curtain and turned the stream to full power, while Narcissa dropped to her knees in front of Harry Potter.

He moaned, and his testicles signaled the impending orgasm. "Don't you dare waste a drop of that sperm, Harry Potter," Narcissa leaned forward and wrapped her smooth, flawless breasts around his shaft. A light glisten of sweat from her yoga workout provided the necessary lubrication.

She slid her juicy breasts up and down his shaft, and on the second pass, his legs buckled, and he released a thick load of liquid dynamite. "Narcissa. Breasts. Now," that was all he could muster.

A thick, glue-like rope of semen splattered across Narcissa's perfect face, glistening on her nose, right eye, forehead, and the roots of her golden blond hair. "Damn it, Harry. You're wasting it." She opened her mouth and extended her tongue as he ejaculated onto her lips, face, and wet, pink tongue.

Narcissa leaned forward and slurped his penis like a hungry cat lapping up a bowl of fresh cream. She sucked with her lips and tongue, while her soft, warm fingers soothed the demons boiling in his testicles.

After the orgasm subsided, Harry Potter surveyed the aftermath. Bellatrix stared at Narcissa's face with her mouth agape, and he couldn't blame her.

Not less than a dozen strands of semen adorned the cheerleader-like glistening face. It dripped down her forehead, cheeks, and nose, and even more hung from her mouth and chin. He had splattered her face with real sperm, and what's more, he was still hard as a rock.

"Perhaps I'll have to lay off the potion," Harry said.

"You think?" Bellatrix said sarcastically.

"You know what? I say we invite Cho to join our merry harem. We'll need help with your six-shooter," he said.

The girls and Harry Potter undressed and entered the shower together.

He lathered their breasts and slid his penis between their slick buttocks. Bellatrix's hungry mouth found his tongue, and he tasted the sweetness of her cherry lip gloss and the cool mint on her soft, velvety tongue.

Below, Narcissa worked his penis with her nimble fingers while he explored the depths of her vagina.

"Harry, I feel neglected," Bellatrix said, staring at his massive penis. "You've spent all this time with Narcissa and none with me."

"I think the potion made it even bigger," he said. "Or maybe it's your perfect body that triggers such a reaction?"

Desire glazed Bellatrix's eyes. "I need it inside me right fucking now, or I'll burst," she eagerly grabbed Bellatrix's cheeks with both hands and effortlessly lifted her off the ground, as if she weighed no more than a few pounds. He was definitely stronger. The potion brought more changes than he expected.

Bellatrix wrapped her legs around his waist, and he thrust her hard against the counter before plunging his penis into her wet hole.

She gasped, and her breasts bounced in a delightful, jerking motion.

He thrust again, this time harder, burying his penis deeper and leaving her fully impaled.

Bellatrix moaned and arched her back, not trying to contain her volume in the slightest. Her massive breasts, soapy and slick, swayed back and forth on his chest, and her nipples were as hard as two pebbles caught in a sandstorm.

Her eyes rolled back as his penis stretched inside her. She let out such a wild and primal cry that for a moment, he thought she might faint.

He thrust into her pussy hard and fast, going deeper and stronger with each stroke. He felt her cervix opening to his tip and continued assaulting her pussy with powerful thrusts.

Narcissa wrapped her arms around his waist and caressed his hard, soapy nipples on his back. She slid her lips along his earlobe and slipped her hot, wet tongue inside. Her soft moans sent shivers down his leg and curled his toes.

Bellatrix's words came out unclear, but her body spasmed, and her thighs trembled as the mother of all orgasms took hold of her. She pressed her breasts against his chest, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and pushed her pussy deeper onto his cock, while the orgasm continued to wreck her.

His second orgasm in less than ten minutes penetrated Bellatrix's pussy like a runaway Hogwarts Express. He shot load after load of slick semen into her already impregnated womb, squeezing her buttocks with both eager hands.

She slowly rocked on his cock and remained motionless. He had never penetrated her so deeply before. If she wasn't already pregnant, she certainly would be after this.

"I want another round," Narcissa said. "I didn't climax."

He laid Bellatrix on the tiles, making sure her legs could bear the weight.

Her legs trembled, but she managed to remain standing, trying to regain composure.

Narcissa immediately grabbed his penis with her free hand and began slowly stroking his diamond-hard shaft.

"Holy shit," he looked at Bellatrix's swollen pussy lips and surveyed the carnage.

Long strands of semen dripped from her gaping hole before being swept away by the drain. Her breasts lifted, and she closed her eyes, allowing the warm water to wash over her body.

"I should have saved more for myself," Narcissa said. "You promised you'd get me pregnant."

"I said we could give it a try," he said. "You're on contraception. There are no guarantees."

Narcissa stared at the river of semen flowing out of Bellatrix's opening. "It's a fucking sperm flood." She continued working his penis from behind, while her naked breasts bounced against his back. "There's no way the potion can contain all of that."

"We'll see," he said. "I can offer you one certainty, though: I intend to plow you like a fucking snowstorm."

She chuckled and leaned against the shower cabin, supporting herself with her hand and forearm. With desire in her eyes, she watched the water cascading down her back and dripping from her swaying breasts and rosy, rock-hard nipples. "Fuck my pussy as hard as you can, and don't you dare hold back."

His penis regained its legendary status and prepared for battle. Her tight, pink lips were the target, and her flawless, bubbly ass provided the distraction.

He entered her like a master of the Triwizard Tournament. With one swift motion, his penis plunged deep into her pussy, tearing through her cervix. "Hole in one." He thrust his hips against her soapy buttocks, parking on her perfect hips. He wanted to force-feed her every inch of his massive, swollen anaconda.

"Mmm... Gawd..." was all Narcissa could manage to utter.

Her breasts spun in tight, rapid circles, and he watched them hypnotically as he fucked her hard and fast. "Take your medicine, little girl."

"Yessss," she hissed. Narcissa continued to moan and whimper as Harry pounded into her quivering pussy. She contracted and arched around his cock like a living glove while he whitewashed her walls with semen still oozing from his tip.

Bellatrix leaned against the shower cabin, watching him split her younger sister like a ripe melon, while she fingered her own pussy, still coated in his seed.

Narcissa's massive breasts swayed, and his balls smacked against her slick, wet ass with each thrust. "Fuck me, Harry. Put a baby in me, pleaasssee." He slapped her ass hard, and she squealed with pleasure. "Harder."

He slapped her ass a second time, harder than before, leaving bright red imprints of his fingers.

She moaned in a way he hadn't heard in their short tenure as fuck buddies. Narcissa liked it rough. He grinned and slapped her other cheek. "You're not coming, fucker," he commanded.

She whimpered, and her legs trembled. "Please, Daddy. Please, let your little girl come on your hard cock."

Oh fuck. She was playing dirty. He felt his penis swell to maximum capacity inside her tight channel and needed all his willpower not to paint her cervix like a subway station. Hold on, Harry. Make her come first.

"I'm not coming, Narcissa." He thrust into her with brutal force. "Was I clear?" He pounded her so hard her teeth chattered.

Her head and neck tilted back, and streams of water sprayed her neck and breasts. "I'm going to come, Harry. I can't stop it."

"No." He grabbed her nipple and squeezed. "Beg for it, or I'll punish you."

She whimpered, and her legs gave way beneath her. He quickly wrapped his free arm around her waist to keep her upright.

"Please, let me come, Daddy." Her voice was hoarse and shallow, filled with desperation. "Please, don't pull out." She pleaded with him, and he had no intention of letting her down.

An intense orgasm washed over him, and he filled her insides with a generous amount of his essence. Harry let out a primal roar as his hot release flooded the girl's cervix.

Narcissa's body continued to tremble, and her sister, Bellatrix, moved in front of her to help stabilize her.

Harry watched as his member continued to pulsate within Narcissa's warm depths, and remnants of his orgasm leaked around the still quivering shaft.

Slap. Slap. Slap. "Oh, God, Harry, I fucking love you," Narcissa exclaimed, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth.

His member twitched one final time, offering its last droplet. As the orgasm subsided, Harry withdrew from Narcissa's delicate entrance. There was a distinct sound as he exited her tight opening, and Narcissa whimpered as his reservoir of release leaked from her.

"Fuck," Narcissa cursed, squeezing her legs together in an attempt to retain his seed, then turned to look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to waste any." She apologized.

They shared a soft, passionate kiss before Narcissa rested her head on Harry's shoulder. "I love you, Harry."

Harry's hand slid down her back, resting on her buttocks, gently squeezing them. "I love you too, Lil."

"That's so sweet." Bellatrix approached from behind and wrapped her arms around his waist. "We're making a Harry sandwich."

"I know there's plenty of creamy filling inside," Harry remarked.

The girls burst into laughter and embraced each other in a warm, group hug.

Finally, Narcissa sighed and pressed her face against Harry's chest. "Do you think I could be pregnant?"

Harry cupped her buttocks in his hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. "If not, you can stop taking the potion. I won't let you suffer."

"Yes," Bellatrix chimed in. "We can have babies together. After we finish showering and getting dressed, they walked past the reception area.

The only woman present was a yoga instructor who looked completely taken aback, with her mouth hanging open as if she had just witnessed a miracle.

"What the fuck is her problem?" Narcissa asked. "We were loud enough to wake the dead," Harry replied. "She definitely enjoyed it," Bellatrix added.

Harry wrapped his arms around the waist of both girls, glanced back at the stunned instructor, and winked at her. The girl visibly shuddered before the doors closed behind them.

A few minutes later, they were safely seated in the Tesla, with Narcissa in the front seat, heading for lunch.

Bellatrix checked her phone. "We're meeting Cho at the Leaky Cauldron," she announced.

Harry programmed the Tesla's navigation system, and the car set off in the right direction.

"Okay, now that we've met her," Narcissa began, "she's amazing. But before I agree to have her join our threesome, I want to know the story behind the ring."

"Same here," Harry agreed.

"She's engaged to the biggest douchebag I've ever met," Bellatrix revealed.

"That says something, considering I was married to Sirius," Bellatrix remarked.

Narcissa and Harry burst into laughter, high-fiving each other. Bellatrix furrowed her brow. "No doubt Kevin is a bigger douchebag than Sirius."

"Tell us all the details," Narcissa urged.

"He monitors her mail, reads all her messages, tracks her, gives her a fucking allowance even though she earns her own money, and won't let her get breast implants," Bellatrix explained, her expression turning angry. "I could go on for hours."

Harry found the mention of breast implants intriguing.