Harry Potter sex voldemort breeding

Voldemort stepped out of the chamber, his robes settling around his skeletal frame. He was about to continue down the corridor when he suddenly paused, tilting his head slightly. Bellatrix stood waiting obediently, her eyes shining with admiration.

“My dear Bellatrix,” he said slowly, “have you seen anyone enter here?”

“No, my Dark Lord,” she replied instantly, bowing her head. “All has been quiet.”

Voldemort’s red eyes narrowed. “Well, my dear… you still have lots to learn.”

With a swift flick of his wand, he cast “Revelio!” A shimmering wave of magic rippled through the air near the wall. Two figures materialized — Padma Patil and Parvati Patil, both frozen in shock, having been hidden under an Invisibility Cloak. The twin Ravenclaw girls, still in their school uniforms, stared at him with wide, terrified eyes.

“Spies,” Voldemort hissed with dark delight. “Two more pretty little birds who thought they could watch me.”

Before they could run, he bound them with magical ropes and dragged them into the same private chamber where Cho lay sleeping under the covers. The door sealed shut with a heavy thud.

Voldemort threw the twins onto the large bed. He began with Afshan Azad (Padma), roughly tearing open the front of her white blouse. His cold hands grabbed her full breasts, squeezing them painfully hard, twisting her nipples until she cried out in agony. “Such soft, untouched flesh,” he growled, pressing down so hard that red marks bloomed on her skin. Parvati watched in horror, sobbing.

“Please… stop hurting her!” Parvati cried, tears streaming down her face.

Voldemort forced a vial of glowing pink love potion down Padma’s throat. Within moments, her eyes glazed over, her resistance melting into dazed submission. He opened his robes and pulled her head toward his pale, cold cock.

“Suck,” he commanded.

Under the potion’s influence, Padma obediently took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his length. She bobbed her head slowly at first, then faster as he gripped her long dark hair, forcing himself deeper into her throat. Wet, choking sounds filled the room as she sucked him eagerly, tears still leaking from her eyes. Parvati watched everything, crying hysterically.

“Stop… Padma, please stop… don’t do this!” Parvati begged between sobs.

Voldemort groaned in pleasure, fucking Padma’s mouth harder until he finally pulled out. “Now hold your sister down for me,” he ordered Padma.

Still under the potion’s control, Padma crawled over and pinned Parvati’s arms above her head, holding her sister firmly despite Parvati’s desperate struggles. Voldemort shoved Parvati’s skirt up and ripped her panties aside. He positioned himself between her legs and thrust brutally into her virgin pussy.

Parvati screamed in pain as he tore through her hymen. A trickle of blood coated his cock as he drove deeper, stretching her tight walls. “So pure… so tight,” he hissed, pounding into her with long, savage strokes. The bed shook violently. Parvati’s cries echoed through the chamber as blood smeared her thighs with every thrust.

Padma held her sister down obediently, whispering potion-slurred words of encouragement while Voldemort fucked Parvati mercilessly. He leaned down and bit her breasts hard, leaving deep marks, then slammed into her even harder, chasing his release. After a long, brutal session filled with Parvati’s broken sobs and screams, Voldemort buried himself to the hilt and came deep inside her, flooding her deflowered pussy with his seed.

He pulled out, blood and cum dripping from Parvati’s ruined entrance. Both twins lay exhausted and broken on the bed — Padma still dazed from the love potion, Parvati trembling and bleeding, tears drying on her cheeks. They eventually passed out from exhaustion and pain, limbs tangled together.

Voldemort stood over them, satisfied, and straightened his robes.

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**Story Continuation**

Voldemort left the chamber where the Patil twins lay passed out, their bodies marked and broken. His hunger was not yet sated. He moved through the darkened corridors and stepped out into the grounds, drawn by reports of another Ravenclaw girl who had been close to Potter.

Luna Lovegood.

She had fled into the Forbidden Forest, hoping the ancient trees would hide her. But nothing could hide from the Dark Lord for long.

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Luna ran desperately between the towering trees, her Ravenclaw robes catching on branches, her long blonde hair whipping behind her. Her wide, silvery eyes were filled with terror as she heard the sound of pursuit — the eerie floating of robes and the cold whisper of magic.

“Crucio!” Voldemort’s voice sliced through the night.

Luna screamed as the curse hit her back, sending her sprawling to the forest floor in agony. She forced herself up and kept running, sobbing, but he was too fast. Another spell caught her legs, making her stumble. She tried to crawl away, but Voldemort appeared before her, towering and merciless.

She raised her wand with shaking hands. “Stupefy!”

He deflected it effortlessly and disarmed her with a casual flick. Her wand flew into the darkness. Luna backed against a thick tree, breathing hard.

“Please… I don’t know where Harry is,” she pleaded, voice trembling.

Voldemort smiled coldly. “You will still serve me.”

With a wave of his wand, thick magical vines erupted from the trees and wrapped around her wrists and ankles, yanking her arms above her head and spreading her legs wide. The vines tightened painfully, binding her in a helpless, exposed position against the rough bark of two close trees. Her uniform skirt was pushed up, blouse torn open, leaving her body vulnerable.

“No… no, please!” Luna cried, struggling against the bonds.

Voldemort stepped behind her. He shoved her skirt higher and ripped her underwear away. Without any warning or mercy, he forced himself into her from behind in one brutal thrust. Luna screamed as he tore through her virginity, blood trickling down her thighs. He gripped her narrow waist hard with his cold hands and began pounding into her relentlessly, each violent thrust slamming her body against the tree.

“You’re tighter than the others,” he growled, driving deeper and harder. The vines held her completely immobile as he raped her savagely from behind. Luna’s sobs and screams echoed through the forest with every brutal stroke. Her small breasts bounced painfully as he fucked her without pause, his hips slapping against her ass.

He reached around and squeezed her breasts roughly, pinching and twisting her nipples while continuing to thrust. “This is what you are now — a hole for the Dark Lord.”

Luna’s head hung forward, tears streaming down her face, her body jerking helplessly with each powerful slam. The vines dug into her wrists and ankles as he took her for a long time, switching between slow, deep, punishing strokes and fast, violent pounding. Blood and his cold fluids mixed between her legs.

After what felt like an eternity of agony, Voldemort buried himself to the hilt and came deep inside her, filling her womb with his seed. Luna shuddered violently, broken whimpers escaping her lips.

He stayed inside her for a moment longer, then pulled out, leaving her dripping and ruined. The vines kept her bound as she hung limply, barely conscious, body covered in bruises, tears, and blood.

Voldemort straightened his robes, satisfied for now.