“Go ahead, Bel.” The eyes of his mad pet brighten, and she quickly takes his permission and runs with it. Her tongue lolls out and swirls around his cock to the point where Harry is almost left w which of them is actually the parseltongue here. The amount of praise the Bck witch is suddenly vishing upon his dick is so much that Harry has to throw his head ba a groan within seds of her efforts ramping up. Beltrix’s teique is positively worshipful as she goes down on him, bobbing up and down on his shaft. Her lips su along his length, and her moans quickly reach a cresdo even as they reverberate along his girth. Harry isn’t at all surprised by how eager she is to please. After all, her previous Master never let her have fun like this. Oh, don’t get him wrong. Beltrix Lestrange was pletely devoted to Voldemort. The Dark Lord would expeothing less, and it took the man’s final death PLUS some extra effort on Harry’s part to break Bel and repurpose the mad witto something that he could use. She was a dangerous on, a naked bde, and if oo hold her the wrong way, they were asking to get cut. But Voldemort had never ‘held’ Beltrix at all. Harry didn’t think it was because the wizard was scared of her necessarily… he just didn’t really care for her. Now, Harry couldn’t say for certain what Voldemort’s thoughts in regard to Beltrix Lestraruly were, but if he had to give his two ts… Voldemort was barely tolerating Bel for the eime she was in his care. She might have thought herself his most devoted and loyal pet, but iy, if he hadn’t o keep the Bck Family on his side during his First Rise, Harry doubts Voldemort would have kept Beltrix alive. Likewise, during his Sed Rise the Dark Lord was even more desperate, and was forced to rely uporix despite her insanity being even worse than before. Ultimately, she wasn’t a useful tool… she was a tig time bomb, at least so far as the Dark Lord was ed. Harry, of course, had a better hold ohen Lord Voldemort ever did. He had a better uanding of her as well. And frankly… he and Bel were simply a better fit as Master and Servant than she and Voldemort could ever be. He doesn’t hold baow. Nor does he directly participate, but as Beltrix blows him with every ounce of teique and experiehat she has, he doesn’t try to keep himself from exploding into her mouth. No, he lets her enthusiasm, subservience, and altogether manic effet him off as quickly as they , and soon enough he’s cumming right dowhroat. Beltrix’s eyes, the spark of madness ever present in her gaze, stare up at him the eime that she’s drinking down his seed. Harry loht back at her, until she’s dohen, suddenly, he’s moving. Wasting no time, the wizard grabs her by her hair and drags her off of his cock. Climbing off of the bed, Harry pulls Beltrix along with him. To her credit, the naked witch doesn’t try to resist him in any way. However, Harry knows enough about Beltrix to know that if he let her, she’d spend the several minutes just basking in the euphoria of swallowing his jizz. They don’t have time for that now, not whe her suck him off and cut further into their time table. Beltrix won’t be expected anywhere any time soon, not until they discover she’s escaped Azkaban. But Harry? Harry will be missed eventually. Which means it’s time to get a move on, so that that doesn’t happen. He doesn’t he scrutiny that will e his way if it’s discovered he was gone from the Castle. Unfortunately, he couldly put off going aihe longer he waited, the higher the likelihood of the memories he’d stored in his head degrading… whi turn would cause damage in his own mind if he left them there to rot too long. One bad apple spoils the bunch, and so on and so forth. And if he was going to do something as risky as break Beltrix out of Azkaban Prison on his first night back… well, he might as well get a move on with the stage of the pn tht? Pushirix down into the ritual circle, Harry pins her in pce, watg as she moans but stays where she’s meant to, knowing full well her role in what’s i. Slowly, he drags his cock along her front, a trail of sticky cum leftover from the tail end of his previous load trag down from her sternum all the way to her clit. Then, he presses against her slit, pushing her sex open with just the tip of his throbbing member as he growls at her. “Listen well, Beltrix Bck. Are you ready?” “Yessss~” “Are you willing?” “Yes, Master!” “Are you eager?” “Yes! A thousand times yes!” The ritual circle begins to glow as Beltrix answers yes to all three questions with audible glee in her voice. And so, without further ado, Harry finally thrusts into her, causing the ritual circle to REALLY light up with power. The ritual he’s perf now is one based in tantric sex. Quickly setting the proper pace, Harry reaches out with his magic, even as his cock thrusts up through Bel’s deepest depths, causio and moan in equal measures of excitement and lust. The ritual is also one of empowerment. Of strength… for him, anyways. Harry was going to need access to a lot of magic if he was going to stop what was to e. It starts here, with Beltrix giving herself to him willingly and eagerly, submitting to binding her magi wholly and utterly. In some ways, Beltrix is an easy first step. After all, with the memory transfer successful, she’s his most loyal servant iire world. The only one who uands what they’re up against, and knows that he’s the only one who will move to properly stop it. He doesn’t have to persuade her, or seduce her, or cajole her into sacrifig so much for him. She’s happy to do it, because she not only wants to serve him with everything she , but she knows what happens if they fail. However, in other ways she’s perhaps going to be the most difficult witch Harry cims. After all… her soul already belongs to ahe Dark Mark brands not just her flesh, but her very soul. However… it’s use was limited. With it, Voldemort could produce a burning, stingiion. This allowed him to express his displeasure at a Death Eater’s failure, or more often it allowed him to summoo his side. Ahat was effectively the extent of the Dark Mark’s power. Torture. That was it. Not nearly as painful as the Crucio Curse either, though Harry supposed it got bonus points for having longer rahan a Crucio. Still, it was… holy quite pedestrian, if Harry eaking frankly. Voldemort had brahe very souls of his followers, but rather than do anything more plex with them, he had only gone ‘skin’ deep so to speak. He hadn’t explored the depths of what a multi-yered Dark Mark could have been capable of. He hadn’t gone all the way. His knowledge… simply wasn’t plete. Harry, oher hand, had been desperate. He’d been beyond desperate. Magic itself was failing. HIS magic was failing. On top of everything else that was going wrong, he’d been steadily losing access to the very resource he needed in order to stop it and save everyone. … So yes, he’d found a way. Yes, he’d developed a ritual. Some might argue he’d gooo far. But they hadn’t faced what he’d faced. They hadn’t experienced what he and Bel had experienced. In the end, Harry wasn’t after Beltrix’s soul. He wasn’t after her life force. Using his foreknowledge from the future, he’s already locked down Voldemort’s simplistic Dark Mark, the visual representation of the soul brand ed in s and a padlo Beltrix’s arm even now. If the Dark Lord maain enough power to send that burning summons through the Dark Mark, Bel wouldn’t feel a thing. Though… heh, that was a BIG if, to be fair. Regardless, Harry didn’t care about Beltrix’s soul. He cared about her magic. The magic that iure that never was, he had ultimately made his own through this very same ritual. As he fucks her, as his cock spears deep into her core arix cries out iasy, moaning and mewling, tossing her head bad ag like a whore out of her mind with pleasure, Harry reaches out with his magid finds hers. eg to her inner magic, to that store of power that every magical creature developed within themselves over the course of their lives, Harry grasps it with a mental fist and pulls it to him, bindio his own magic. It’s a one way trip, to be sure. There’s not a hell of Beltrix reag ba the same manner. Only one be in trol of this e, and it will always be Harry. With this, he feel her magic. With this, she bees like a battery, ara energy source for him to raw upon. With this… he starts tain some of what he’d lost iure. See, despite magic slowly dying iure that never was, Harry was still strohere than he was here. Here, he was still growing, and his magic was too. Here, he had spent the first eleven years of his life malnourished, his physical AND magical growth stunted by the Dursley’s treatment of him. It was only after the Dark Lord’s Sed Rise, only after Harry vanquished Voldemort for the final time, that he’d mao reverse the damage and reach his full potential. Only for everything to go to shit a few years ter with the slow deagic itself and everything else that fug happeo screw over the world. Needless to say, he would not be waiting nearly as long to fix himself this time around. Still, it was something of a Catch Twenty-Two. He o gain power quickly, but in order to be in a position where he was strong enough to gain that power, he needed a certain level of power already at his disposal. That was where Beltrix came in. With her magic added to his, even as atrophied as it was by her long stint in prison, Harry was just starting to reach the point he’d been before he’d e ba time. Yes, that point. The point where his magic had been deg for years, and he’d barely been staying ahead of that decay with this very same ritual. So… not anywhere he level of power he o actually begin affeg real ge. Still, it was a start. And that was all Harry really needed for now. Iure, more witches will get him even further… to the point that he just might be able to bat what was ing for them. For the time being however, Harry focuses on the present. Holding tightly onto the e, he grunts, thrusting one final time into Beltrix and spilling his seed inside of her. As soon as he does, the ritual circle glowing all around her almost seems to flow, her pale body being alight with the magical runes as they crawl onto her skin, c her from her head to her toe. A momehe e stabilizes, giving him full, unmitigated access tic. If he wao, Harry could quite literally cast spells using only Beltrix’s power until it ran dry and she dropped dead from magical exhaustion. Obviously, he had no iion of doing so. She was too valuable to spend in such a meaningless and wasteful manner. With the ritual over, Harry leans down and grabs Bel by the back of the head, his fingers iwining in her hair as he pulls her into a savage and domineering kiss. There’s quite a lot of tongue, and she’s eager to reciprocate, moaning for him as she happily accepts every sed of the ensuing makeout session. When they finally pull apart for air sometime ter, Beltrix offers him a ile. “What would you have of me now, Master? Shall I return to Hogwarts with you or…?” Harry hums at that. On the face of it, Beltrix ing back to Hogwarts with him shouldn’t have been possible. However… nobody khat the mad witch was an uered animagus. Nobody could know, because she’d gohrough the training AFTER the Dark Lord’s final defeat, all the better to spy on and track Harry until she was ready to try and kill him. “ you transform?” Smirking, Beltrix nods. Luckily, she doesn’t show her capability right there on the spot, seeing as he’s still buried inside of her. Harry chooses to believe her. She wouldn’t lie to him… she ’t lie to him, not really. So yes, havirix at his side was a very real possibility. An intriguing one. However, it also wasn’t the only option. She could be useful in other ways, as an unsee moving throughout the Wizarding World while he was stuck spending most of his time at Hogwarts keeping up appearances for the moment. However, that came with its own risks. Beltrix wasn’t at all stable, and while sending her on short errands with very clear instrus ossible, she was still liable to make a mess of things even then, and anything too plex or lengthy was bound to g in some way or another. Still, even with that in mind, she represented a force multiplier if he didn’t have her stig close to him at Hogwarts. Pulling out of Bel at long st, Harry grunts as he summons his wand to his hand and begins ing them both up. He ptes his options in silence as he gets dressed and jures up some robes for Beltrix as well, seeing as when he’d retrieved her, she was wearing little more than rags. One way or another, he had to get back to Hogwarts. It was just a matter of whether he would be doing it with Beltrix or not. In the end, he makes his decision. He only hope it’s the right one.