In the shadowed halls of Malfoy Manor, Harry Potter—now eighteen and burning with secrets—faced the Dark Lord. 'So, the prophecy was a lie, Father?' Harry quipped, his green eyes flashing with defiance. Voldemort's red gaze narrowed. 'Blood calls to blood, my son. Your power is mine, yet you waste it on petty rebellions.' Bellatrix Lestrange swept in, her wild curls framing a wicked smile. 'The boy thinks himself strong, my Lord. Shall we test that fire?' Harry smirked, stepping closer. 'Test away, Bella. I don't submit—I conquer.' The air thickened with tension. Harry's cock stirred hard against his robes as Voldemort's pale hand brushed his arm. 'Horny already, heir? Your classmates whisper of your appetites, yet here you stand, dripping with need.' Bellatrix laughed sharply, her own breath quickening. 'Public displays suit you, Potter. Imagine the audience of Death Eaters watching.' Harry's ass clenched in anticipation as he dropped to his knees, initiating the blowjob with bold hands on Voldemort's length. 'Let's make this a gangbang worth remembering,' he taunted. Sweat beaded on their skin, panting filling the room. Bellatrix's pussy grew wet and dripping as she joined, strong and unyielding, guiding the rhythm. Harry's cock throbbed, the trio's bodies pressing close, cum already threatening to spill in an explosive release.
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