Summary: An ancient law founded long before the time of Merlin awakens after Harry strikes down Voldemort. Now the oaths of all the Death Eaters transfer to him. Bound to his service, the war criminals must now hand over their fealty, wealth, and even their wives and daughters to satisfy the ancient rite.
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What Is Owed
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Author’s Note
A few things to the canon ending to the battle have been changed. They will be explained as the story goes on but the most prevalent change is that Bellatrix is alive as she was merely blasted unconscious by Molly instead of merc’d.
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Harry groaned out at the wonderful feeling he was being subjected to. On her knees in front of him sat the former Narcissa Malfoy. Her mouth was currently hard at work wrapped around his cock. The woman was desperate for his release. Her mouth bobbing up and down his shaft with a passion as she tried to milk his cock. He swore the more she tasted his seed the more she craved it.
No matter, it only proved to make her worship of his cock all the more pleasurable. The feeling of her tongue lathering up and down the underside of his length as the tip of him member pounded the back of her throat was worth any addiction the witch may be developing for his cum.
He stared down at the busty blonde as she sucked his cock greedily. Her face and naked tits were coated in drool from the many hours she’d spent servicing him. Streaks of mascara trailed down her face from the sweat and tears she worked up. Despite how much it made her gag and cry she really loved deepthroating him. So far she’s sucked him to three completions and was well on her way to a fourth. 
He watched in amusement as the middle-aged slut frantically pumped two of her own fingers deep into her soaking snatch. It only served to fuel her oral dedication more as Harry was currently holding back her orgasm with a spell. He had promised her if she had sucked his cock all the way till dinner time he would allow her to cum, something that the blonde was viciously working her way towards.
With a groan Harry finally released his fourth load of cum down the former Malfoy matriarch’s throat. She moaned whorishly at the taste, her fingers working all the much harder to pump in and out of her cunt. He watched fascinated as the collar around her throat bulged slightly at his intruding cock. The collar serving as a reminder of how the current situation came to be.
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One Month Prior
“Order! I will have order!” The booming voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt shouted from the courtroom podium.
The chamber was filled to the brim by Wizengamot members, witnesses, reporters, and really any random ministry worker who wanted to watch the court proceedings. Harry watched on with contemplation from his seat next to Kingsley.
Today was the day that a majority of the former Death Eaters would be tried for their crimes. It was a moment that had been coming for a long time. Ever since he had defeated Voldemort, the Wizarding World had been hard at work rebuilding all that had been destroyed. With a mountain of dead to bury and repairs to be made, most of the arrested Death Eaters had simply been shoved in Azkaban to await trial. 
That was 2 months ago and finally today they would all get their due process. Harry wasn’t worried that many of them would get what they deserved. In all honesty he wasn’t even really needed here as the evidence against every marked person was insurmountable. No he was merely here to give support to Kingsley and to repay a debt.
As the courtroom finally died down Kingsley let out a short breath before addressing the crowd.
“We are gathered here to decide the fates of the present known conspirators of the war criminal Tom Riddle Jr. This governing body will analyze all evidence and testimonies given. Most of the individuals on trial today were known to many of you as friends, colleagues, and even family. I ask that you all put aside any past or present feelings of these individuals and preside over this trial with an independent and neutral mind.” At a mummering of agreement from the Wizengamot members Kingsley nodded before turning to address a grim looking wizard by the doors. “Auror, if you would please bring in first set of accused.”
One by one, the ragged and dirtied prisoners were marched in. Most were bound in simple iron manacles around their hands and feet, yet one was rolled in via a thick steel cage. Bellatrix Lestrange was wrapped in various chains and cuffs. Glowing blue runes littered the ironwork dampening the crazed witch’s magic and reinforcing the bondage.
Harry was surprised by the sight of her. Not by the security measures as he was actually the one to suggest them but by the way she carried herself. In the handful of encounters that he had with her, Bellatrix had always been insanely confident. Emphasis on insane. Even when he had her at his mercy during the DoM battle, she had still oozed that smug superiority. Now? She sat slumped against the edge of the cage, eyes unfocused and devoid of any emotion. She was defeated.
After a few minutes the first group of prisoners were inside the courtroom. They were planning to process the inner circle Death Eaters first as they had the most crimes attributed to them. Hermione had told him that usually a case like this would take days or weeks, yet the evidence surrounding them was so staggering she had said it wouldn’t surprise her if it only took an afternoon to come to a decision. That was fine by Harry in all honesty. He had personally fought and fled from many on trial right now and knew they were guilty. He was a bit excited abut seeing the monsters lose everything before being hauled off to Azkaban.
Lucius Malfoy, Thaddeus Nott, Cassius Parkinson, Augustus Rookwood, Thomas Avery Sr., the Lestrange brothers, and the Carrow twins stood alongside Bellatrix’s cage. The other inner circle members would come next as only so many could fit inside the courtroom.
From beside him, Kingsley began the court proceedings, addressing each individual and asking for their plea. Surprisingly Lucius plead guilty while all the others claimed innocence. Bellatrix, however, stayed silent. 
Lucius was moved to the side yet was kept inside the chamber until it was time for sentencing. 
The others were addressed one by one with their accused crimes being analyzed. The poor balding solicitor assigned to their case barely even put up a fight to the accusations. Instead he nodded along and damped the sweat from his brow every now and then. 
Hours passed by as evidence was presented and witness testimonies addressed. Harry even gave his own testimony in witness of their crimes. Not holding back a single word as he detailed their heinous acts.
A recess was called for the Wizengamot members to deliberate and after an hour of waiting in Kingsley’s office he returned to the court room.
“I have been informed this adjudicating body has reached their decision. Yet before this decision is announced, Lord Potter has words to share with you all.”
A quiet murmur made its way through the room as Harry stood and made his way to the Minister’s podium. He glanced to the family gallery, spotting the familiar sleek blonde hair of Narcissa Malfoy. He gave her a nod which she returned with a tear streaked face. With a breath he began.
“Witches and wizards of the Wizengamot, I stand before you today with a request for these proceedings. It is not known by many, but one individual amongst the accused and his family were vital in the fall of Tom Riddle. Without the help of Lucius Malfoy, his son Draco, and most importantly his wife Narcissa, Voldemort would never have been defeated by my hand.”
A gasp rang out at the use of the Dark Lord’s name, yet before Kingsley could shout for silence beside him, the chamber began to shake violently under their feet. Suddenly a deep rumbling voice rang through the room.
“So it has been said, so it has been claimed. To the victor go the spoils!”
As one the Death Eaters below the stands all fell to the ground in pain. Each clutched their wrist where the dark mark before sat faded upon their skin. Now the mark glowed with a bright intensity as the prisoners writhed on the floor. Suddenly a golden shining orb flew from their wrists and impacted Harry in the chest. Harry staggered back at the impact. Not from pain but at the rush of magic he felt wash over him.
More and more bright orbs flew in from outside the room, each assimilating with the war hero one by one.
Finally the shaking stopped and no more balls of light assaulted Harry’s person. Everyone began to stand slowly, many looking around in fear. The Death Eaters on the ground slowly stood as well still clutching their arms. Bellatrix’s eyes were wide in disbelief as she now stood alert in her cage staring at her wrist. Her chest was heaving with deep breaths and there was that familiar fire in her eyes, yet it was tempered and cooled not wild and crazy.
Auror’s poured into the room, wands raised and alert. One crimson robed wizard rushed up into the stands and whispered into Kingsley’s ear. Kingsley nodded back with a grim look before turning to him.
“Are you alright son?” 
Harry nodded back with a wince. “Yeah, that was a bit intense.”
“Well whatever it was it happened to all the marked Death Eater’s we have in custody, as well as the few we let walk. We’ll need to adjourn today’s proceedings and get you looked at by a healer. There’s no telling what any of that was.” The Minister said to him as he observed the room around him.
Harry had stopped listening to him however. Instead his attention was upon the mysterious weathered scroll that was now sat upon the podium. His heart nearly froze as he saw his name emboldened upon the edge with deep red ink.
“I-I think that may tell us all we need to know Minister…” Harry muttered as he pointed at the scroll. Kingsley snatched the scroll in a flash, breaking the seal before quickly scanning its contents with his eyes. Suddenly the former auror stopped moving completely before shocking everyone in the room by letting out a deep booming laugh.
Everyone stared at their Minister wide eyed as he continued to rumble out loud chuckles. With a flourish he handed over the scroll to the man next to him. “Only you Harry! Only you!” 
Harry took the scroll hesitantly and began to read the stylized words within.
It is hereby known that Lord of the Isle, Harry James Potter of houses Potter and Black, has defeated and slain Lord of the Isle, Thomas Marvolo Riddle of house Gaunt, in battle. By Rights of WAR, CONQUEST, and JUSTICE, the Council of Magic has deemed all properties, wealth, and oaths shall be transferred to Harry James Potter’s possession. So says the Council. So says Mother Magic.
Harry slumped back into his seat. His mind whirled through this new information as best it could but in truth he knew little what it meant. Beside him, Kingsley stepped up to the podium to address the body.
“Auror’s please check the marked wrists of the prisoners and show the court what you find.”
The aurors stepped forward and roughly grasped the arms of the disgraced lords and ladies. Gasps filled the auditorium once more as everyone witnessed the new image upon their wrists. The faded dark mark was branded over with a new symbol. This one not being another tattoo but seared into their very flesh. 
The symbol of the Deathly Hallows now sat burned into the wrist of every Death Eater. 
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In the days that followed the stunning event, Kingsley had healers check over every Death Eater. Each determined the faded dark magic that was present in the marks before was wiped away completely and instead replaced with an unknown binding of fealty spell that could not be removed.
Unspeakables from the DoM also investigated the new magical bindings and concluded the same, yet they took it a step further and were able to trace back the origins for the spell.
Its origins stemmed from the first governing body of Magical Britannia founded by ancient Roman mages. The spell itself was the result of one of the Council’s major laws, Justa Victoria. The very one that was enacted during the trial.
The ancient texts that the Unspeakables dug up were debated over for days. The phonetic of ancient Latin used within was not one commonly known but eventually all were able to come to an agreement on the meaning of the mysterious law. By the rules of the law both he and Voldemort were ‘commanders’ in battle. Both were seen as equals by magic itself. And both were last scions of their family lines. Harry enacted the final requirement for the law when he proved victorious over Voldemort and made his claim before the current governing body. It was a mess of coincidence and one that took many to unravel.
It took the Unspeakables a bit longer to determine what the result of enacting this law would bring and what they found caused shockwaves through the wizarding world. Every Death Eater that pledged fealty to Voldemort swore an oath to him encompassing everything from their gold, to their family magic, to their very family itself. In essence Voldemort owned them. And now Harry, as the conqueror of Voldemort, had their ownership passed to him. 
At first Harry was horrified assuming it meant he now had slaves but further interpretation of the law disproved that. The Death Eaters were still their own persons and could live their lives as the pleased. Yet they owed fealty to him. Everything they pledged to Voldemort was up for grabs by him essentially and they could do nothing to stop him. If they tried their lives would be forfeit.
Harry had felt a bit better at learning that and waved it off claiming he wanted nothing from them and for the Wizengamot to simply cart them off to Azkaban to rot. Unfortunately it was explained to him that was not possible as the law was interwoven with Roman tradition in mind. What conquering Roman lord would ever decline what he won? No unfortunately it was not up to Harry, their fealty was already tied to him and he needed to claim something from each in order to truly satisfy the law. If he didn’t, then magic would see this as noncompliance on their end and every single one of the Death Eaters would die.
Harry wouldn’t deny that a part of him actually liked that idea. It was the same part of him that cursed every single one of these monsters nightly for their crimes. For the friends they took away from him and the families they destroyed
He ignored that part of his mind. Well most of it.
Thankfully as long as he claimed the reparations a little at a time, he could satisfy the requirements. For a little while at least. He would still need to claim the others as well but it gave him some breathing room to work with while he wrapped his head around everything. He simply needed to know where to start.
That decision was soon made for him. As not even a few hours after the Unspeakables reported their findings to the Wizengamot, Narcissa Malfoy showed up on his door step.
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“My Lord.” Narcissa intoned when he answered the door. The blonde bombshell had worn a snug form-fitting black dress that dipped low in the front showing off her very generous cleavage. Her head dipped low,as she curtsied, giving Harry a better peak at her full healthy breasts.
“Narcissa.” Harry said stiffly. The blonde didn’t respond merely keeping her head down low. Harry stared at her in confusion for a few moments before a soft cough sounded from the woman.
“Pardon my lord, but you have to give me permission to rise.” She mumbled.
“Oh, uh, rise I guess.”
Narcissa snapped her head back up in a flash. “Thank you my lord. May I come in?” She asked. Before Harry could respond, the witch surprised him by presenting her wand to him handle first. Peering at her with suspicion, Harry took the ebony stick and motioned her inside.
As he was currently staying in a halfway refurbished Grimmauld Place he wasn’t surprised when Narcissa made her way directly to the sitting room with no direction. Harry followed right behind her. His eyes raked over her backside as she walked and he couldn’t help but feel the twinge of excitement that pulsed from his cock at the sight of her large shapely ass. The soft flesh, clearly visible from under her dress, jiggled slightly wish every step.
They entered the sitting room together, Harry sitting in the large wing backed chair by the fireplace. The Malfoy matriarch stood beside the chair opposite of him.
“Sit.” He said briskly, taking her hint at the proper etiquette. “I will not pretend that I don’t know why you’re here. I take it you heard of the Department of Mysteries findings?”
Narcissa nodded stiffly, “Yes, and I am here to discuss the Malfoy family’s debt to be paid to you.”
Harry snorted with a roll of his eyes.
“And just what do you have to offer hmm?”
“Well that depends on the extent of the debt. I believe the sum is lessened slightly taking into account my actions in the Forbidden Forest. Now if-“
“Stop.” Harry commanded. As if hit by a spell the blonde milf’s mouth clamped shut instantly. “You seem to be under the misconception that I still owe that debt to you. While I am of course thankful for your actions, I repaid my debt by speaking up for your husband and son. I could have easily let them rot in Azkaban. Hell probably even have had them kissed if I really wanted to. But instead I used my influence and reputation to save them. For that our previous debt is repaid.”
He leaned forward until his face was a mere foot from hers. “But make no mistake. This new fealty is far from satisfied. Your idiot husband pledged his life and everything else away to that bastard. Even pledged you. Now  all of that belongs to me and I intend to collect.”
It was something he had thought about as the Unspeakables investigated. While most Death Eaters would be sent off to Azkaban, many would be released eventually. Some would even go free with a merely a hefty fine or two. It was a fact that infuriated him when Kingsley told him the possible outcomes, but now he had the power to change that. He could nip all the bigotry and corruption right at the bud by using the very people who caused all of it. By taking their wealth and using their political power, he could truly change the Wizarding World for the better.
He, however, did not even stop to consider the other benefits.
Narcissa digested his words for a moment before standing quickly.
“I understand.” She said defeatedly. “I will do what I must to repay this debt.”
Without warning, the silky black dress fell from her body. She wore nothing underneath, her voluptuous breasts and hairless mound bare to him. Harry stared intently at her nude form, carefully concealing his surprise at her sudden nakedness. 
He stood silently, slowly walking a small circle around the nude witch. He made of show of inspecting her up and down. He took in the sight of her round teardrop shaped breasts. The massive globes seemed to defy gravity in a way as they remained firm and shapely even with their incredible weight. Her nipples sat atop large areola, pointed and hard. Her breasts gave way to her impressive hourglass shaped figure.
The woman shivered as he passed close by her, his breath tickling her neck. He made another pass to take a generous look at her giant pale bum. Her wide hips lead down to a pair of thick creamy thighs and smooth calves. Her freshly shaven pussy peaked out from the front between the soft pair of legs. He could just make out a small bead of liquid dripping down from her vulva. His already hardening cock inflated rapidly at the realization that the haughty pureblood woman in front of him was turned on. Without warning he snapped his hand out and forced her thighs apart. Narcissa cried out at the contact but didn’t fight him.
His finger swept across the wet outer folds of her pussy. She bit her lip as he did so, muffling a small moan.
“Just showing off your sexy body to another man already has you soaking wet. Does Lucius not fuck you enough or are you just that much of a slut?”
She answered with a deep red blush and a mumble. He narrowed his eyes and brought his other hand down hard against one of her ass cheeks.
*SMACK* “Want to try that again my dear?”
Narcissa cried out at the slap. “He hasn’t touched me in years!”
He smirked widely at the admission. Without warning he plunged his teasing fingers into her sweltering quim. The woman clamped her legs closed around his hand and cried out a deep moan. 
“Why didn’t you just say so?” He purred in her ear. His fingers moved rapidly, pushing in and out of her depths. “I wouldn’t be a very gracious lord if I didn’t help those in service to me.”
Narcissa just moaned out loudly in response. Her body leaned against his for support as her legs threatened to give out from under her. She could feel her climax rapidly building. After so many years without the touch of a man her pussy was desperate for any release it could get. Lucius had forbade her from using any toys or her wand years ago, stating it was beneath a proper pureblood of her standing.  Her own fingers could only do so much, yet now to feel the rough hands of another viciously attack her cunt, she was coming undone quicker than ever before.
Yet just before she could finally tip over that wonderful edge, Harry removed his hand from her cunt. Her mouth let loose a high pitched whine at the loss of contact. The noise only earning her another slap to her ass.
*SMACK* “Now now, I say when you cum. Is that understood?”
Tears sprung to her eyes at the stinging in her ass. “Yes!” She cried, but Harry wasn’t satisfied at her answer. He roughly grabbed her by the hair. Yanking her head around to face him.
“Yes what?” He growled.
She winced at the rough handling. Though she was somewhat confused at the involuntary clenching of her pussy as more arousal dripped down from her lower lips. She couldn’t possibly be turned on by this could she?
That question was answered for her as Harry, growing impatient with her silence, raised his other hand and pinched one of her stiff nipples hard.
“AH FUCK! YES SIR!” She exclaimed. Without warning Harry released her causing the imbalanced witch to fall to the ground.
“Good.” He said simply, sitting back down in his chair. With a snap of his fingers Kreacher appeared with a small chilled whiskey glass filled with brown liquid. He took a long sip of the strong liquor, eyeing her with an unreadable gaze.
“Now.” He began, “Be a good slut and suck your lord’s cock.”
She rose as quick as she could on shaking knees, crawling forward and settling between his legs. With fumbling hands she reached forward and unclasped his belt and trousers. He raised his hips slightly as her fingers hooked under his waistband. With a small breath, she yanked down his pants and boxers in one go. His cock sprang forth in a flash, slapping against her chin.
Narcissa gasped in surprise at the contact. Her eyes quickly took in the sight of the thick lengthy shaft in front of her. Unconsciously her tongue darted out to lick her lips in anticipation. Her hands hesitantly reached up to caress the large member and plump balls. The skin was hot to the touch. She could feel the blood flowing through the purplish veins that spanned the shaft. She marveled at the sight of her small hands barely encasing the girth. 
Her wonderment at the thick cock in front of her ended abruptly when a strong hand reached out and yanked her forward once more by her hair. Her face was pushed flush against the meaty pole. The length rested across her cheek with his balls on her chin. The tip lay on her forehead and she could feel just a small drop of precum drip down onto her hairline. 
“If I wanted you to sit and stare at it I would’ve told you to do so. Now Suck. My. Cock.” He ground out.
Narcissa didn’t argue. Instead she promptly wrapped her lips around one of the engorged balls resting against her chin. She lathered her tongue all over the round nut as she raised her hand to wrap around his shaft and begin stroking. Every so often she switched targets, releasing one from her mouth before she moved to pop the other ball in. 
Once she had sufficiently traced the shape of his testicles with her tongue, she rose to meet the head of his thick cock head on. Opening her mouth wide she engulfed the purpled tip into her warm velvety mouth. The blonde didn’t hesitate to start rocking her head back and forth rapidly. Bit by bit she took more of him into her mouth.
Her mind recalled back to all those lessons her mother had drilled into her head about pleasing a wizard. Lessons she never had to utilize with Lucius. Working her tongue, she slithered the wet muscle along the underside of his shaft as she bobbed her head. She made sure to pull back to the cock-head every so often to swirl her tongue around the sensitive tip before diving back down the impressive shaft.
Her eyes peered up to the face of the cocks owner. Harry stared back idly sipping on his glass of whiskey. It irked her somewhat that he wasn’t reacting at all to her ministrations. She worked her mouth harder pushing the shaft deeper and deeper, desperate to hear his moans. 
When the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat she paused for a split second. Narcissa shook off the sudden fear and instead plunged forward once more. She relaxed her throat as much as possible allowing his cock to sink down her gullet. The reflex to gag and cough was immense and she was able to hold it off for a while. Yet soon enough her throat began to spasm from the giant intrusion and she was forced of his cock for a much needed reprieve.
A low chuckle brought her attention back to the face of the man in front of her. Harry peered down at her with a smirk upon his face. He was laughing at her! 
Her face grew red with anger at the thought. With a huff she dove back upon his cock, allowing the head to hit the back of her throat once more. This time however, she did not simply hold the length still in her throat. No, now she violently threw her head back and forth along his cock, continuously ramming the meaty pole into the back of her throat. 
A loud *GAK* *GAK* *GAK* sound echoed out every time she sucked his cock back in. Her throat gagging and protesting to the repeated forceful intrusion. Narcissa fought off the urge to retreat, fucking his cock with her throat like a woman on a mission.
A mission she was soon growing closer and closer to as finally, the bastard above her let out a small groan. His hand came up to her hair once more. With a muffled gasp she realized what was about to happen. Without warning, Harry pushed her head further down his cock. The thick member forced its way down her throat as her mouth took him deeper than she would’ve ever dared. Her nose hit his pubis and with a drawn out moan, Harry spilled himself down her throat.
She reacted on instinct to the feeling of the warm substance sliding down her esophagus and tried to swallow. This proved to be the wrong move as her throat constricted tightly and gagged heavily at the large intrusion within it. Like a flash she flung herself off his cock, streams of cum coating her tongue as she retreated. His saliva coated member hit air and impossibly he was still going, with rope after rope of his seed flying through the air to splash upon her face and round tits.
Narcissa sat stunned as he finished emptying his load upon her face. Unconsciously she swallowed the small amount of cum in her mouth. Something about the taste drove her wild as her already slick pussy began to absolutely weep with arousal. 
With no prompting, the buxom milf flung herself upon the recovering wizards lap. She ground her wet folds against his deflating length, a moan leaving her mouth as she felt his cock rapidly harden beneath her once more.
Strong calloused hands came up to squeeze her massive tits. The creamy white cum spreading around her fleshy bags with his ministrations. With a swift thrust of his hips, Harry’s cock was  hilted inside of her. Narcissa screamed at the sensation. The sudden intrusion of his large member had quickly unwound her aching pussy and with a cry she slumped forward as she came around his cock.
Harry chuckled into her ear. “I accept.”
“A-accept what m-my Lord?” She gasped back.
“You. I accept you as my prize.”
Magic bore witness to his words it seemed, as the second he finished saying them a flash of light emanated from her neck line. Wrapped around her porcelain skin was a simple black leather collar. The was no clasp or any sort of ornamentation save for the small silver charm of the Deathly Hallows dangling from the front.
A lecherous smirk spread across Harry’s face. “Oh this is going to be so much fun.”
He quickly stood with the buxom witch still hilted upon his cock. A shocked gasped emanated from the blonde’s mouth as Harry quickly carried her to the bedroom.
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Present Day
He groaned as Narcissa continued to suck his sensitive cock. If she kept this up he would have no more cum left to shoot inside her womb like he planned. She had been rather good all day and deserved the treat.
“Cissy that’s enough.” He hissed.
Diligently the witch pulled her mouth from his member and stood. With a gulp she swallowed down the last bit of his seed.
“Of course sir.” She said sweetly, “If I may so ask my lord, have I earned my reward?”
Harry answered her by standing and picking her up. Stepping towards the bed on the opposite side of the room, he deposited the sexy milf onto the soft mattress. The older woman giggled like a school girl at his handling, even more so when he roughly grasped her hips and spun her around until her ass was in the air. Lying forward, Narcissa wiggled her hips enticingly at her master. Something that was answered with a firm slap against her ass cheek.
She moaned at the contact, quickly learning over the last few weeks that she absolutely loved to be spanked.
Her moan transformed into a gasp as Harry pushed into her soaked entrance. Her walls conformed to his length perfectly. Caressing and grasping his cock tenderly. Tender is not how he would treat her though. With a mighty *CLAP* he thrust into her sweltering depths hard, eliciting a cry of ecstasy from the blonde. He set his pace quickly, hammering into her pussy like he owned it. Which of course he did now.
He thought he would come to regret his hasty lust filled decision. But everyday proved to better than the last. Narcissa quickly came out of her shell, unleashing all of her desires and kinks that she repressed over the years of her sexless marriage. He used her in every way possible and the busty blonde loved every second of it.
He had feared at first that he had used up his one payment from the Malfoys by claiming her as his prize. Yet he soon discovered that to be untrue as the magic controlling their fealty still held firm. He knew not if there was a limit but he assumed there wouldn’t be. Lucius did after-all swear away everything that was his, and now that everything virtually belonged to Harry.
‘And how sweet it was’ he thought as he gazed down upon the mighty ripples of Narcissa’s ass as he thrust into her. The woman was a mess of whorish moans and gibberish as she cried out repeatedly from his rapid fucking. Already she had came twice around his cock, her walls clamping down desperately like a vice every time she found her released. 
When he had claimed the woman, they soon found he had claimed her entirely. Her marriage with Lucius had been dissolved by magic itself and all legal documentation of it changed to reflect the transference of the relationship to Harry. He was not married to Narcissa, instead it was changed to more of a contract of care. She was in essence his concubine. 
Not that either of them minded especially when all of the benefits of Narcissa’s marriage to Lucius transferred as well. The multiple property deeds and hefty sum of galleons that made up her original dowry transferred back into the Black family vaults. The additional voting seat of power within the Wizengamot was handed over to the blonde as well. 
Narcissa Malfoy was no more. Instead Narcissa Black had returned.
Harry hilted himself one final time into her clenching cunt finding his own release as well. He emptied his final load deep within her womb. The Black sister hissing out a long “yessssss” as he did so. Just as he finished coating her walls white with his seed a loud ring sounded through the house indicating that someone was at the door.
Cursing under his breath he got to his feet quickly, lightly smacking Narcissa’s bum as he pulled out of her. He flung on his thick woolen robe to cover his nude form. When he finally reached the dark oak door he flung it open with a bit of irritation.
“What?!” He growled.
Standing upon his steps was a thin curvy woman with brown hair and a haughty demeanor.
“Apologies for the intrusion my lord. I am Lady Alerie Parkinson and I have come to speak to you on the matter of my family’s debt.”
The woman curtsied low causing Harry to roll his eyes.
“Rise.” He commanded tersely. The woman did so and nodded sharply at him before she glanced behind her and sighed.
“Pansy!” she barked. “Don’t be rude and greet our Lord!”
Out from behind the corner walked one of his longtime bullies, Pansy Parkinson. The girl now stood with her head down and an elegant dress upon her frame. She raised her head and grimaced slightly as she curtsied stiffly. Harry was slightly shocked to find her face done up with makeup. Foundation that caused her skin to glow and smoky shadow eye that accentuated a seductive appearance. Even her lips were painted with an alluring red lip gloss that pronounced her pouty lips.
“My lord who is i- Alerie?” Narcissa exclaimed behind him.
The Parkinson matrons eyes widened at the sight of her long time friend. Her gaze flicked down quickly to the collar around the blondes neck before she swallowed quickly and nodded.
“How do you do Narcissa?”
Harry simply glanced between the two women before raking his eyes up and down Pansy’s form once more. Sighing, he stepped back and opened the door invitingly.
“Won’t you ladies come in?”
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Author’s Note
This has to be my favorite chapter yet! I hope you all enjoyed it and more to come soon.
Thanks for reading!