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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Daughter of House Black
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Astoria’s screams were muffled by the plush mattress under her. Tremors wracked her body as she did all she could to survive the onslaught of pleasure wracking her body. Her legs trembled from the constant barrage, the muscles screaming from the hard pounding she was being subjected to. With another cry, the petite witch came hard around the cock invading her depths. More of her juices pooled below her, soaking the already wet sheets further.
“Merlin Greengrass!” Her current bed partner breathed into her ear, “If I had known you were this tight I would’ve stolen you away from Malfoy a long time ago!”
She tried to muster up the strength to glare at him for speaking of her fiancé but the overwhelming stimulation from his cock forced her back face first into the mattress as whorish moans tore from her throat. Harry Potter’s cock was effectively ripping her apart both physically and mentally.
Ever since that night in her family gardens, she had been at the beck and call of the Wizarding World hero. She cursed her idiotic grandfather for swearing away everything to that stupid dark lord. At least her father had enough sense to remain neutral during the second war, but it seemed that the oath carried over and now magic compelled her to obey her new lord. Bloody brilliant.
Astoria supposed it wasn’t too bad. Her new lord did have a massive cock and it never failed to leave her a screaming mess every time he brutally fucked her. Yet the shame of being a filthy half-bloods personal slut was almost too much for her pride to bear. Even worse was when her traitorous future mother-in-law joined in and forced her to commit all sorts of depraved acts. Her jaw was still sore from eating the older witch out for 4 hours straight and that was three days ago!
She took comfort in the fact that she wasn’t alone in her torment. The Parkinson bitch was used just as much if not more than her. Astoria did feel a little glee watching the girls round bum smacked repeatedly with a paddle as Harry forced his cock down the screaming girl’s throat only two days prior. Never would she admit the intense orgasm she rubbed herself to that very night as she replayed the scene in her head. Yet as time went on, the more the pathetic girl seemed to enjoy the brutal treatment she received. 
Her musings were cut short as Potter’s thrusts grew harder still behind her. A mixture of a scream and moan flew from her lips as his hand snatched up a handful of her hair and yanked. He was about to cum she deduced. He always became rougher with her when he was about to blow his load.
She hoped he would at least choose to cum on her face or tits this time. While it was certainly more humiliating she could at least clean it off with a wave of her wand. If he came inside, however, she would have his sticky seed dripping out of her all day. She’d already be walking home with a limp, she didn’t need his cum leaking down her leg as well!
Her hopes were dashed as he slammed into her one final time with a groan. She squeaked as her pussy was flooded with his burning hot seed. All she could do was hold on tight to the sheets as he continued to pump more and more into her abused cunt. He must’ve skipped his usual early morning blowjob with Narcissa as she felt her womb flood with far more cum than usual. 
‘A double contraceptive potion might be best.’ She thought with a sigh. Thankfully he had made no effort to actually breed her… yet.
With a sigh she felt him pull out of her slowly. His hand left her hair as he retreated from her used hole and her body practically collapsed from the loss of support. 
Two soft slaps bounced off of her pert bum and she only grunted in response. He left her there in a puddle of their combined juices. Sleep began to claim her and Astoria could only muster one last thought before the darkness won. ‘Thank merlin Narcissa wasn’t here…’
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The object of the brunette’s very own thoughts was currently sitting regally at a high end restaurant on one of the wealthier sides of Diagon. Technically it was its own Alley but, with the exception of Knockturn, many of the offshoot alleys and lanes were just referred to as Diagon. 
Narcissa had arrived to the upscale restaurant only 15 minutes prior. The staff almost instantly recognized her and were treating her with the level of service a woman of her station deserved. She sighed happily as she sipped on the (very) expensive red wine. So what if it was only half past noon? Harry gave her freedom to do as she pleased, even offering her a more than substantial allowance to sate her needs. So she was enjoying in just a tiny bit of day drinking, sue her. It was a heavenly vintage and one with a price tag that most would faint at.
Her peaceful enjoyment of expensive wine was dashed at the arrival of her lunch date. With a huff and a glare, her son sat down across from her. Narcissa observed him with a frown. His hair and clothes were ruffled. There were heavy bags under his eyes. And worst yet, the scar atop his left wrist was reddened and swole, almost as if he had continued to scratch at the damn thing day and night.
“Mother.” Draco greeted her tersely. His face was screwed up in that damnable sneer that reminded her too much of Lucius. 
“Draco sweetling, how are you? Are you well?”
Her son scoffed, “As if you would care! Two months now you’ve been gone. Two months without so much of a word from you and now you want to ask me how I am?!” He snarled. “Why did you even ask me here mother? What did Potter finally give you a break from spreading your legs?”
Narcissa bit down the hurt and anger she felt from his words. “You’re angry, I understand, but-“
“But nothing! How could you do this to me? To father?! You embarrass me, mother!”
She clenched her fist hard under the table. Of course it would be futile. She had invited him here to try and air out their differences. As much as she despised Lucius and would care not if he died the next day, Draco was still her son. No matter his actions she would love him. The blonde merely hoped now with the Greengrass hussy under Harry’s thumb, Draco would see reason and leave the path he was on before it got him killed. Yet his next words dashed all her hope for that plan.
“Astoria was right about you! You are nothing but a worthless whore who will do anything for a bit of power-“ SMACK!
The slap echoed throughout the restaurant. Staff and customer alike turned to stare at the source of the noise but she cared not. Her entire body shook with righteous fury as she looked down upon her shocked son. He sat there now, dumbly staring up at her as he cradled his cheek.
“Don’t you dare speak to me that way…” Her voice came out strained through her clenched teeth. Draco made to speak but her sharp glare quelled his argument. “I have endured enough ridicule from years of marriage to your father. I will not accept anymore from anyone, especially you!”
She sat slowly, her glare still glued to him. “You think I am the embarrassment? Look in the mirror son. You are nothing but a disgrace to society. Lord Potter gave you the chance to redeem yourself, to repent for your actions and join in the new age of Magical Britain. Yet here you are now, sniveling and snapping out at everyone around you, pretending you are something you are not. Pretending that the Malfoy name is anything but a curse upon the people’s lips.”
Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath to settle her rampaging heart. “You could have lifted that name up further than any other Malfoy in history. Yet you let the words of a trumped up harlot poison that chance. Now here you are, a disgrace. A fool.” She bit out.
“Don’t you dare call her that!” Draco exclaimed, finally regaining his bearings.
“I will call her what I wish! Do you even know where she is right now? What she’s doing?” His blank look was her only answer. A small chuckle escaped her lips, “I thought not. Perhaps you should hesitate from calling your mother a whore when your own fiancé is currently busy getting her cunt pounded by another.” She hissed out. Her hand reached out and brought the almost empty wine glass to her lips. Downing the last vestiges of the alcohol, she stood from the table and placed a handful of gold coins on the table.
“Lunch is on me. Get yourself something to eat, you’re looking far too thin.”
She turned to leave, walking to the exit. A commotion from behind her caused her to turn back. Draco stood on his feet now, the table overturned next to him. His arm stood outstretched with a wand pointed at her, the appendage trembling in rage and fear.
“You- you bitch! You dare call yourself a Malfoy?!”
Narcissa considered him for a moment before answering calmly, “No, I am not a Malfoy. I am what I was and always will be, a Black.” With that the woman turned once more and left. The screams and yells of her son falling on deaf ears.
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Harry would never dare to claim he was an expert on womanly moods. Yet something told him Narcissa was far from happy as she stomped into the living room with a fearsome glare
“Uhh- you okay Cissy?” He asked gently. Her gaze snapped to him, scowl softening slightly but only just.
“Where is she?” She growled. Harry glanced over to Pansy who sat quietly in a plush recliner by the fire. The former Slytherin bully just gave him a confused shrug before turning back to the magazine in her hands.
“You mean Astoria? I think she’s still upstai-“
“GREENGRASS GET DOWN HERE NOW!” Narcissa screeched. Harry winced at the deafening yell, Molly Weasley had competition apparently.
It wasn’t long before they heard the sound of a door opening from upstairs. Astoria walked slowly down the staircase and into the living room, her face forming small winces with every wobbly step she took.
“Bloody hell, you can’t even get five minutes of sleep in this accursed house.” The brunette muttered as she walked in naked as the day she was born. Harry smirked at the sight of her. Brown hair was a tousled mess, patches of dried cum adorned her inner thighs, she even had to use the doorframe for support as her legs trembled slightly under her. No doubt the muscles were still spent from the earlier abuse.
“Silence!” Narcissa’s voice hissed out. Astoria seemed to sense the tense anger emanating from the buxom blonde and wisely shut up. Walking forward, the older woman stood inches away from the younger girl’s face. Narcissa glared down at the shorter girl for a moment before suddenly, her hand snapped forward and held the girl’s cheeks tightly in her grasp.
Astoria’s cries were muffled by the elder witch’s vice like grip. Narcissa smirked menacingly down at the girl.
“You believe yourself so superior don’t you slut?” Narcissa cooed, “You think because you opened your legs like a good little whore that you deserve respect? No! I had thought that by servicing our lord you would learn your place but it seems I was wrong. Worry not though little dove, I will teach you.”
The brunette’s cries were freed as Narcissa reach around to yank the girl along by the hair. Roughly she pushed the Greengrass daughter to the ground in front of the couch. Narcissa sat gracefully in front of her, hiking up her silky dress until her smooth creamy thighs and glistening pussy were revealed. With a wave of her wand a leather leash appeared in her hand. The leash itself trailed down to where it was connected to Astoria’s collar. With a tug, Narcissa forced the girl further between her spread legs.
“Prove exactly what you are. Prove that you are just a toy for the pleasure of your betters. That you are nothing more than a tool to be used and thrown away with the trash!” With another tug, Astoria fell forward with a cry. Her agape mouth landing directly on Narcissa’s already wet quim.
“Yessss!” The blonde milf hissed. “Yes, use that vile mouth of yours for its true purpose. Lick the cunt of a superior witch and despair that you can never be half of what she is.”
Astoria gave into her commands, her body too tired from earlier to fight. Her mouth began its work, licking and sucking at the moist folds of Narcissa’s pussy. She dared not to look up into the eyes of her fiancé’s mother, not wishing to provoke her ire further. 
Harry watched on transfixed at the sight before him. Seeing Narcissa roughly pushing the bitchy face of Astoria Greengrass into her pussy was the pinnacle of sexy. The sheer tenacity of the brunette’s tongue was even more shocking. It was almost like she secretly enjoyed the treatment or perhaps she simply wished to get it over with as soon as possible. Whichever it was, Harry cared not.
He watched on as the buxom witch moaned under Astoria’s ministrations. Her hand was grasping the brunette’s hair in a white-knuckle grip as she pushed the girl’s face deeper into her cunt. A squeak from the side brought both his and Narcissa’s attention to the other occupant in the room. Harry smirked as he caught sight of Pansy openly pushing her fingers into her own wet cunt while she watched on.
“D-do you like th-this Pansy? Do you like w-watching this high and mighty bitch being shown her place?” Narcissa moaned out. By this point she was practically dragging Astoria’s face across her cunt, using it as a tool for her pleasure.
Pansy moaned in reply, her fingers pumping faster into her wet tunnel. 
“Mmm~ My love it seems that our p-pet deserves s-some attention, don’t y-you think?” 
Harry stood at her words, walking over to the blonde before leaning down to place a lingering kiss on her lips. “I think you’re right my dear.” He said as he turned towards Pansy with lust filled eyes. His cock was straining against the material of his trousers, begging to be released.
Pansy whimpered as he approached, her eyes dashing between the visual cunt feast and the large tent in his trousers. One of her hands reached out desperately towards the large bulge but he stopped it before she could. A sob of need left her throat as she desperately reached for his cock.
“Shh Pansy, don’t worry about that. Just let me take care of you.” He whispered as he lowered himself to his knees. Without another word her dove forward, lavishing her soaked folds with his tongue. The taste of her juices intrigued him. While he had feasted of Narcissa’s cunt plenty of times he had yet to give Pansy the same treatment. He supposed it was because he and Narcissa had, up until that point, only seen her as a toy. Something for the both of them to use for their pleasure or as an outlet for their frustrations. Yet now they had Astoria for that, and Harry supposed that Pansy had been good. The girl deserved some special treatment.
With that thought in mind, Harry endeavored to use all the skills Narcissa taught him about eating out a witch’s pussy. He made sure to ruthlessly attack the small nub that was her clit, switching between flicking, licking, and sucking at the appropriate moments. Every now and then he would dive down, dragging his tongue along the entirely of her slit before coming back up to the sensitive ball of nerves. Pansy’s moans rose in intensity. Her nails dug into Harry’s skull as ragged breathes assaulted her lungs. 
She was close and Harry knew it. Raising his hand to the heat of her mound, Harry pushed two of his fingers into her sweat terming depths. Pansy’s hips bucked wildly at the new intrusion, the pleasure coursing through her from his tongue and now fingers was immense. With a shuddering cry the girl came. Her walls clamped down upon his digits. Juices coated Harry’s hand as the girl’s climax ripped through her body.
From the other side of the room, another loud cry joined Pansy’s. Narcissa had been slowly building up to her own climax whilst watching the two. Astoria’s jaw was no doubt already sore from the sheer forcefulness that she was pushed into the blonde milf’s cunt. Narcissa’s orgasm came suddenly and hard, spraying Astoria’s face with her juices as she came. 
Harry paid no mind to the climaxing blonde behind him though. He was too focused on lapping at Pansy’s quivering clit as she came down from her orgasmic high. It was only when the girl’s hips began to buck once more and her hands forced his face away did she stop. Pansy whimpered slightly as her legs clamped together, blocking off his access.
“B-bl-bloody hell! S-sensitive!” She cried.
A chuckle resonated from his throat. Wiping his mouth slightly, he rose up and captured the busty brunette’s lips with his own. Pansy moaned slightly into the kiss. It was passionate yet steady, like a tended fire. She leaned into his hand as he brought it up to cup her cheek.
Harry broke the kiss, placing a peck on her forehead before he stood to remove his pants. Pansy licked her lips unconsciously at the sight of his hardened cock being freed. It was times like this that she thanked the heavens her father gave away everything to Voldemort. If he hadn’t, then she wouldn’t be here now getting railed through orgasm after orgasm by the man before her. 
Settling between her thighs, Harry teasingly swiped the tip of his cock around her entrance. The slight jerks that racked Pansy’s body every time he brushed against her clit amused him but he wasn’t here to torture the girl. Taking position, Harry eased his cock into her tight pussy. Her walls clamping down around him with every inch he plunged into her.
He grunted as he finally hilted himself all the way inside her. No matter how many other women he fucked, Pansy was still the tightest by far. His hips began their motions, sliding in and out of her wet tunnel. Pansy’s moans returned with a force, her already impossibly tight snatch clenching further. Suddenly from behind him a sultry voice moaned into his ear.
“Does our pet feel good my love? Is her pussy as heavenly as it sounds?” 
Harry groaned at Narcissa’s words. Her pussy was indeed as heavenly as the wet squelching sounds coming from it. They only served to make him thrust into her harder, wanting to draw more of those heavenly noises from her sweet cunt. Pansy was entirely agreeable to this, a string of incoherent curses and moans flying from her lips as her pussy was taken harder by his plundering cock. 
“Mmm~ I’ll take that as a yes. But something’s missing my love… I think our pet deserves some… extra stimulation.” Narcissa purred. “Get onto the couch~” 
Harry did as he was bid. Grasping Pansy by her thick thighs, he hefted the moaning girl into the air with his cock still inside her. Quickly, he walked over to the couch and settled down with the brunette atop him. A small whine escaped her mouth at the loss of movement but she quickly remedied that by gyrating her hips. 
“You’re not done yet slut!” Narcissa’s shout sounded behind them. A cry followed the buxom blonde’s yell and Harry looked to see the older witch pulling Astoria up by the leash. Narcissa dragged the girl forward until she was settled right behind Pansy’s ass. 
“My lord would you be so kind as to spread our pet’s lovely cheeks for me?” The Black daughter asked with a sickly sweet voice. Harry complied, taking Pansy’s voluptuous globes of flesh wishing his grasp and pulling them apart. Astoria. stared forward at the older girl’s crinkled hole in apprehension.
“Now finish your job like a good little bitch.” She hissed into Astoria’s ear before pushing her forward. The petite girl learned from her earlier reluctance and did as ordered, lavishing her tongue around Pansy’s back door. 
“OH FUCK!” Pansy cried. Without warning her hips began to spasm while Astoria tried her best to keep her tongue on the girl’s ass. 
Harry grunted at the feeling of the brunette witch’s spasming walls as she came. He squeezed her plump cheeks trying desperately to stave off the need to slam up into her hot pussy with all his power. Her orgasm tapered off as her squeaks and mewls finally settled.
“Good! Maybe you’re actually somewhat useful after all. But don’t just focus on Pansy’s asshole my dear, you have our lord’s balls right there eager for your whorish mouth!” 
The feeling of Astoria’s velvety mouth enveloping his sack was heaven. That same feeling combining with Pansy’s soaking wet pussy clamping down on his cock was all the better. Harry couldn’t stop the moan from leaving his mouth as Pansy once more began to bring her hips atop his length. Normally he preferred to be the one fucking and pounding the girl’s into a puddles of cum, but sitting back as two lovely girls worked his cock was even better. 
Astoria needed no prompting from Narcissa to start switching between the two. She would randomly ascend to whirl her tongue around Pansy’s crackled hole before diving back down to lavish Harry’s balls with her mouth. Even as the pair’s moans began to increase and the girl’s hips became jerky once more, Astoria continued her work. It was when she had Harry’s engorged balls in her mouth did it finally happen.
With a deep groan, Harry released deep into Pansy’s womb. The petite girl below them could feel every spurt of cum as his balls clenched within her mouth. Pansy herself moaned out a loud scream as she too came from the d=feeling of his burning seed coating her walls. 
Their orgasms tapered off together. Harry eyed the heaving breasts before him and couldn’t help the instinct to lean forward and suck on the hardened nipples. Pansy hissed at the contact but made no move to stop him. Finally after a few minutes of catching her breath, Pansy rolled off him and settled limply into the couch. 
Harry grunted as a velvety mouth suddenly wrapped around his sensitive cock. Looking down, he cupped the face of Narcissa as she worked eagerly to milk the last droplets of cum from his softening length. She really was addicted. 
With a slurp the blonde milf released his member from her lips and replaced it with her hand. Her head snapped to the side where Astroria was slumped down on her knees and rubbing her jaw.
“Well?! What are you sitting around for? Pansy still has cum leaking from her that needs to be cleaned so get to work!” 
Astoria groaned at the order but complied. Slumping forward, her lips descended between the busty brunette’s sopping wet folds and began to clean it of Harry’s cum. Narcissa turned back to him and with a wink, she descended again upon his cock.
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The next morning Harry stumbled down the stairs with a tired yawn. After their first bout, Narcissa had practically ordered them all up to the bedroom where they continued their lecherous activities. He actually felt somewhat bad for how the older blonde treated Astoria but then again, if it wasn’t for the fealty bond the Greengrass sister would probably curse him in his sleep without a second thought. 
So it was probably for the best she was here now taking orders from Narcissa. Harry certainly wouldn’t complain about some of the kinky ideas the blonde had come up with. Pansy too seemed to take some intense pleasure from using the younger brunette. apparently the girl was still somewhat sore about the Greengrass sister stealing Draco’s proposal from her.
Needless to say the girl had left Grimmauld Place with a severe limp and a very sore jaw. She would most likely have trouble sitting for the next few days. ‘That was an unbelievable big strap-on they used.’ Harry thought with a snort.
He reached the kitchen and began his normal morning routine of preparing breakfast for the two girls. Some would think it odd that a liege lord was cooking for two of his followers but try as they might, the two were pampered pureblood princesses. Them in the kitchen would always end in disastrous results.
Harry didn’t mind though. Cooking was one of his favorite things to do, probably from his years cooking for the Dursleys. 
As he waited for a skillet to heat up, he absentmindedly sorted through the morning post, whistling as he did. However, his whistle died on his lips as he came across one certain letter.
“NARCISSA!” He yelled in a panic.
It was only seconds latter that the frazzled and naked blonde entered the kitchen. “What?! What’s wrong?”
Harry didn’t deem her with a verbal answer, merely handing her the offending letter instead. Narcissa glanced down and read the short note quickly, her eyes widening as she did so.
To: Lord Harry Potter
From: Azkaban Wizarding Prison - LEVEL X SECURITY WARD
Details: Request for in-person visitation.
For: Prisoner 97208-A aka Bellatrix Cassiopeia Lestrange BLACK!!!
See below for rules and procedures to follow before visitation.
“Well… fuck.” Narcissa muttered. Harry nodded along.
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Author’s Note
DUN DUN DUNNNN! I mean not really but still! Next chapter we’ll get a good look into the mind of Bellatrix or at least… what’s left of it.
Thanks for reading!