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Aemon Targaryen, Wolf’s Den, England

"I don't get used to seeing you like this, my love, but I don't complain at all," purred Lucrecia, looking at her man with hunger and desire

The Malfoy maid was totally naked, the product of a long love making session the night before, her beautiful body posing for the pleasure of the Lord of the castle

To the young dragon's surprise, when his hair began to grow, his characteristic jet-black hair was gone, being replaced by silver curls, inherited from his father

A month had passed since the events of the Forge, during these days the young dragon had been more than busy, most of his time was spent with Chief Elle learning how to do magic without a wand and how to use his new tattoos in the best way

It was really amazing to be able to do magic without a wand, although it was much harder to control, at some point he will need to get a new one, for spells and projects that need more precision than power

Although that didn't matter at this moment, Aemon watched his beloved wife expose her beautiful body to his eyes, stretching like a cat in heat, teasing the dragon

His cunning snake craved a hard fuck before Aemon's adventure in the old Black house it seems

And the young dragon was willing to indulge his future wife's wish

Quickly, Aemon made a precise gesture, making the tattoos on his hand glow softly and forcing the curtains of the bed to take Lucrecia in her hands and legs, leaving her defenseless, much to the obvious emotion of the maiden in question  

"Do you want more my love? I don’t mind, my body is yours, Your Grace" purred the witch, her gaze denoted excitement and anticipation, something recurrent since the awakening, as Elle called his experience  

Since the Forge incident, his libido was out of control, as if a fire inside was roaring loudly

Indifferently, Aemon simply made another gesture, now forcing Lucrecia's hands to be on her back and her legs wide open, a position of total submission, her pussy, soft and bald called Aemon like a moth towards the light, with another gesture, Aemon made the enchanted curtains move Lucrecia to him,  leaving that beautiful and wet pussy directly on his face, where the young dragon inhaled hard, Lucrecia let out a moan at the obscene but pleasurable act

Without hesitation, Aemon licked her sweet flower, making her shudder completely, the siege was slow and tortuous, the young dragon was in no hurry, he enjoyed the exquisite nectar that emanated from his trembling fiancée

However, Lucrecia was in a sweet torture, the witch was still sensitive from the night before and Aemon's delicate and skillful licks made her tremble in need, Aemon had perfected the subtle art of driving her crazy, making her caress the sky without reaching sublime ecstasy

In other words, Aemon was torturing her, and the proud witch knew full well what her fiancé wanted

Her Pleas

Her beloved dragon enjoyed reminding her of the power he had over her, that even in an act that, in theory, should give dominance to women, the young Lord was still in charge

Suddenly, a sensation of electricity going through her body brought Lucrecia back to reality, her legs trembled and by inertia they tried to close, in a futile attempt to protect the sensitive treasure between her legs, while the pussy dripped like a fountain without any apparent control

Lucretia trembled, overwhelmed with pleasure and intense sensations, while Aemon's strong hands held her by her hips, she was still supported by the enchanted curtains, which kept her at the complete disposal of her owner

"Just look how wet you are," Aemon said with perverse amusement, caressing the delicate womanhood, making Lucrecia scream and squirm

"It's too much my love, give me a break, please" begged the blonde, her body was on fire, the pleasure was so intense that the softest of caresses threatened to snatch another orgasm from her

Aemon groaned, it was a deep and primal sound and his gaze was lost in lust, but he moved his face away from the blonde's intimacy, to her relief

Relief that did not last too long, since Aemon made a movement with his wrist and slowly, Lucrecia's body rotate, her hands still on her back, while the enchanted curtains bent her legs, placing her in a doggy style position, leaving her beautiful and virgin butt at the total mercy of Aemon

Lucretia blushed completely, this position was totally humiliating and obscene, Aemon used his hands to massage her butt and legs, but the young Malfoy was no fool, she knew perfectly well the intentions of her fiancé

"Aemon, I... AAAHHHGG” Lucrecia moaned uncontrollably, her eyes rolling and her tongue sticking out, feeling the magic of Aemon on the rim of her butt, the spell was simple and to no one's surprise, a Veela creation

Lucrecia shuddered as she felt the muscles in her butt completely relax, at the same time that a slimy sensation appeared inside her, preparing her for her debut

Her first rimming

"Don't worry, you'll like it, or did you forget Fleur's face and screams of pleasure the time I split her butt my love?" Aemon asked with amusement, and Lucrecia could not help but snort

She remembered that day perfectly, it was a night in which Aemon took Fleur and her at the same time, Lucrecia remembered perfectly the screams of pleasure of the French witch, her dislocated eyes and her face lost in pleasure, while Aemon drilled her from behind, evidently the witch was lost in an immense pleasure, totally defenseless before the carnal desires of the young dragon

A scene that filled Lucrecia with wariness as much as she desired

Lucretia bit her lip, but nodded slowly, enjoying how Aemon caressed her calmly, reassuring his prey before delivering the final blow

Aemon took her beautiful hair firmly, exerting the right pressure to make it painfully pleasurable, and with the remaining hand he grabbed Lucretia by the neck, holding her completely firm

The blonde just moaned, the sensations were intense and a drug to her

"Now, relax for me," Aemon ordered, while using the head of his cock to massage Lucrecia's butt rim

"AHHHHHG" moaned the princess of Slytherin at the naughty sensations, her pussy throbbed uncontrollably while Aemon continued to prepare her, love juice began to gush out from her womanhood, while Lucrecia moaned non-stop

The feeling was incredible, the pleasure overwhelmed her mind, Lucrecia tried to move, but Aemon's firm hands held her in place

"Moan for me," Aemon ordered, inserting his cock into Lucrecia's butt, slowly, but steadily, an act that would normally involve effort and pain, was transformed into pure pleasure thanks to the spell of the naughty veelas

"Oh Merlin, I feel so full, don't stop my love, don't stop," Lucretia begged out of her mind, her pussy was drenched and contracted reflexively, while Aemon completely entered her, overwhelming Lucretia, who did not stop screaming with pleasure and the feeling of being split in half

And just at that moment, the door of the room opened, through which entered none other than Fleur, dressed in a tight and beautiful spring dress, baby blue, with elegant silver sandals, on her neck, like Lucrecia, proudly wore her new choker

A dragon and a wolf dancing around a beautiful white oak tree, the new coat of arms of Aemon

The French witch was concentrated on a scroll, and she did not notice the scene instantly

"Aemon cheri, I..." however, the smell of sex and Lucrecia's moans stopped her in her tracks, Fleur opened her eyes in surprise and looked at the submissive Lucrecia, while Aemon continued to her

"Did you say something, dear?" asked the Lord of the castle calmly, as he continued to fuck Lucrecia calmly

Fleur looked at Lucrecia with thousands of mixed feelings in her eyes, before Aemon interrupted her sternly

"Eyes up, my dear, what do you need?" Aemon asked, breaking Fleur's spell and making the veela look directly at him, while rubbing her thighs with need

"News from mom, the council of Topaz Island has followed your orders to the letter, they request an official visit, to introduce you with all the veela of the clan," said Fleur, biting her lip when she heard the lewd moans of Lucrecia, who was so choked with pleasure that she had not noticed Fleur's presence

Aemon nodded and replied

“I understand, I have some unfinished business with Sirius, schedule a visit to the island for August 31, I will visit the council before returning to Hogwarts, are you ready for this year?” Aemon asked, referring to the Tournament that Fudge, in a desperate attempt to hold on to his pathetic power, had organized

Aemon just shook his head, unable to comprehend the stupidity going through the minister's mind

Although he wouldn't complain, he would have the opportunity to have Maria, Bhavani and Fleur with him all year round

It would be an amazing year!

Fleur smiled radiantly and was about to answer, until she was interrupted by a heart-rending scream from Lucrecia, who was writhing, completely covered in sweat, while an impressive torrent of love juice emerged from the swollen and reddened pussy

"Perfect," said Aemon, as he began to fuck Lucrecia's ass with savage thrusts, seeking his own pleasure

For a few minutes, Fleur watched hypnotized as Aemon deflowered the Malfoy maiden, who was totally catatonic with a huge smile on her face, her pussy drained continuously, like an enormous orgasm that did not stop

Apparently, the Malfoy maid was as much an anal whore as Fleur was

Moments later, Aemon roared, unloading his seed into Lucrecia's bowels, who could only babble uncontrollably after the wild morning fuck she was subjected to

Utterly faint and overwhelmed with pleasure, the Silver princess fainted with a huge smile on her face, her legs still trembling, and her pussy still convulsed, begging for attention that she would not get

At least not today

Aemon pulled his cock out of his fiancée, as the enchanted curtains brought her back to bed

However, the dragon was far from satiated and conveniently, another of his women was present

And if the trembling legs and the subtle gesture of the lips were evidence enough, Fleur was more than eager to replace Lucrecia

"Hands and knees, now," Aemon ordered, as he waved his hand and Fleur's dress disappeared completely

The French witch did not hesitate, ran to the bed and placed herself in the indicated position, head down and rear up, a total surrender to her Lord

"Fuck your veela whore my love" said Fleur while moving her exquisite buttocks from side to side, provoking the dragon

Aemon gave her a loud spank, eliciting a moan from Fleur, at the same time as he parted the witch's buttocks, marveling at the beautiful sight of Fleur's delicate femininity and her well fucked but still tight ass, at this point, totally broken and fucked by Aemon a lot of times

"I have an hour until it's time to leave with Sirius, I hope you have nothing to do" warned Aemon, still undecided between fucking Fleur's pussy or ass

The veela only purred, as she lifted her hips even higher, being honest, she had a lot to do, as one of Aemon’s maiden, her obligations were vast, economical and political, yet she could afford an hour to please her man

"I'm yours my love, do with me what you want," Fleur begged, while masterfully squeezing her lower muscles, making her butt wink towards Aemon, seeking to provoke him

The young Lord only grunted and slung himself in one thrust into Fleur's wet pussy, who only rolled her eyes and let out a loud moan

It seems that Fleur would be busy till noon

She was not wrong

Sirius Black, #12 Grimmauld Place, England

"It's here," said Sirius, as he pointed to the damned place

"It's a mansion in a Muggle neighborhood, talking about hypocrisy," Aemon snapped, shaking his head

Sirius snorted and spoke

"I know right? come on," Sirius said, as they entered the terrifying mansion, the wards detected Sirius and the platinum ring on his hand

Lord Black was returning home

The front door opened slowly, revealing a long, gloomy corridor, destroyed wallpaper and rotting wooden walls dominating the place

Infested with Dark magic to no one surprise

"For Merlin's sake, this place is disgusting," said Aemon, waving his hand indifferently and lighting the braziers of the place, illuminating the corridor

"It looks better now than when my family was alive," Sirius said with a tone of voice that expressed happiness, however, Aemon had spent a lot of time with the unstable man

Lord Black's eyes denoted a restrained fury like no other, it was a ticking time bomb that would explode at any moment

"Come on," said Sirius, as he began to walk, being followed by Aemon

Grimmauld Place was a garbage dump, full of vermin, both magical and Muggle, the young Lord could not imagine that this place was the former home of the Black house

As they continued walking, Aemon stopped in his tracks as he looked at a particular wall

"Are those elves?" He whispered to himself, with disbelief and some suspicion, at least half a dozen heads were hanging like trophies

What kind of degenerate family was this? He thought to himself

Sirius just snorts

"That was a reward, only the "best elves" ended up on the wall, the vast majority were fed to the magical beasts that my ancestors kept here”

Aemon was about to answer, when a loud noise was made, but in the end he decided to just shake his head and move on

"Are you sure you want to save this place?" asked the young Lord, this mansion was disturbing in many ways

Sirius just snorted and said

"I want to burn this fucking place to the ground, but I'm not stupid, there's too much knowledge here, too much history, and both Layla and Clarissa say it's important to safeguard my family's history, that for better or worse, I'm Lord Black and that one of my responsibilities is to preserve the legacy of my ancestors, both the good and the bad."

Aemon looked at Sirius respectfully and said

“Layla is wise, just like Clarissa”

Sirius nodded proudly at the mention of both, however, before he could answer, a kind of crackling sound in the air was present, right in front of Sirius and Aemon

"The filthy blood traitor is back, oh if my poor mistress was here," snapped an old elf who looked at Sirius with total contempt

Which was shared by Lord Black

"So, you're still alive, you piece of shit," Sirius snapped, looking at the elf as if he were insignificant vermin

For some strange reason... the elf looked familiar to Aemon, as if he had seen it before, somewhere

The elf's response? Snap your fingers and speak

"We have visitors mistress" making the curtain open, showing the painting of an older woman

She was old, with high cheekbones and extremely thin, to the point of looking like a living body, her hair was tied up and sheathed in a conservative and hideous dress, with black hair with several patches of white hair and gray eyes

A Black, in every sense of the word

"So you're back," he blurted out the painting, looking at Sirius with disgust and hatred, a look that Lord Black answered with the same courtesy

"I have, as it was in Grandfather Arcturus's will," Sirius said with a smug grin, showing the ring of House Black, to the woman's obvious fury

"This family will go to hell with you as their Lord," the painting blurted out

Sirius laughed loudly, but there was no amusement, but utter contempt in his tone

“You're wrong old banshee, House Black is stronger than ever, in an alliance with House Potter and House Stark, the family's influence extends from the colonies to the nation of the rising sun, but what can you know about influence and power? You were always an insignificant and mediocre witch, lost in the "greatness" of this stupid and tiny island," Sirius roared, his magic volatile, while purple flames emerged from his wand

"Are you okay Lord Stark?" Sirius asked, looking directly at Aemon, with all the intention of continuing with the exploration of the place

However, Aemon was paralyzed, not from fear or surprise

But of fury and hatred

Slowly, Lord Stark raised his hand and pointing to the portrait, he said

"I know you; it was you," he snapped, while ice particles began to manifest on his fingertips, a sign of how angry he was

"What are you talking about, Aemon?" Sirius asked, having a bad feeling and gripping his wand tightly

Aemon inhaled hard and responded

"It was her, that harpy was the one I saw in Layla's memories, she was the one who cursed Clarissa," Lord Stark snapped

At those words, silence reigned in the place, at least until the portrait laughed with disdain

"You mean the little half-breed offspring? Of course I got rid of her, I wouldn't let a filthy Muggle-blooded woman call herself Black”

At that information, Sirius turned slowly, until he was facing Walburga Black's portrait, his hands trembling with fury

Lord Black was furious, that was evident

Walburga just laugh and challenge

“What do you plan to do, mongrel? This painting is reinforced with the most powerful magic, not even the Black flames will be able to destroy it, I will take care to remind you of your entire insignificant existence about the pleasure I felt in cursing that whore and her baby, I...”

However, Aemon was not able to listen to the stupidities of this rotten being anymore

His eyes changed from purple to amber and with a simple gesture, he pointed at the now silent painting, who was looking at him with suspicion

"What... What are you doing mudblood?" snapped the woman, now fearful, seeing how an aura of magic surrounded Aemon's body

The temperature of the place dropped rapidly, freezing several paintings and causing a terrifying layer of permafrost to appear on the walls, walking slowly towards Walburga's painting

Seeing this, Kreacher tried to intervene

“MISTRESS! I'll save you..." however, Sirius, with his impassive face, simply ordered

"Be still, I order you not to do anything, actually, I order you to remain motionless, while you watch as Lord Stark destroys the painting you appreciate so much, I forbid you to look away," Sirius ordered with a lethal calm, which made the elf shudder

"What magic is this? Kreacher, stop him, Kreacher” begged for the portrait of Walburga, who began to scream in pain as she felt how Stark magic began to wreak havoc on the canvas

The elf was looking at her sobbing, but motionless, Lord Black had given an order, after all

For his part, Sirius stepped forward and with a bloodthirsty smile, he said

"You failed damn bitch, my beloved daughter is alive, Clarissa Black, heiress of the noble and ancestral house of the Blacks and its future Lady, disappears from this house, knowing that, after me, a powerful and proud half-blood witch, will wear this ring," said Sirius, showing the family ring to a furious and terrified Walburga

Aemon didn't give the portrait a chance to respond, he simply slammed his fist shut and completely froze the magic of the painting, annihilating all the magic in it, including the enchantment that kept Walburga glued to the wall

Seeing this, Sirius drew his wand and released a powerful blaze of purple fire, incinerating his own mother's painting and causing the elf to begin to cry

"NO, MISTRESS, MY BELOVED MISTRESS" said the elf, as he threw himself into the remains of the painting

However, Sirius' icy voice stopped him in his tracks

"Stop," he ordered

And the elf obeyed, looking at Sirius with an expression not of disgust

But of total terror

“Were you present? Were you present when the old harpy cursed a daughter of the Black house?” asked Lord Black

The elf replied

"No, the mistress Walburga ordered Kreacher to find the magic of the new Black, but she ordered Kreacher to leave the house, Kreacher not knowing what will happen next" said the elf

Sirius looked directly at the elf, judging his response, at least until Aemon intervened

"He's telling the truth, in the memory your mother sends him away before cursing Clarissa," said Aemon, not wishing to see the murder of a servant just for carrying out his mistress's orders

Sirius only answered

"I know he's telling the truth, an elf can't lie to his master, I'm thinking about his punishment," Sirius said calmly

"Kreacher, clean the place, start at the library, Lord Stark and I have unfinished business," Sirius ordered, lowering his wand for a moment

The stubborn elf seemed to lose his fear and his face turned to mockery, he opened his mouth, ready to answer

However, Sirius did not give him the opportunity

"Tenebra Fulguris," Sirius snapped, throwing terrifying purple lightning bolts at the old elf, who began to scream in agony, writhing in pain

Aemon watched the act impassively, this was none of his business, Sirius was disciplining a rebellious elf, the way he did it was his decision

After several agonizing seconds, the spell ended, leaving a trembling elf crying on the ground

"Don't challenge me again worm, go do your bidding," Sirius said calmly, as he walked inside the house

"Come on Lord Stark, the whispers are around here," Lord Black said, walking inside

Aemon looked at the elf and discreetly cast a spell to ease the pain, before following Sirius, now more cautiously, looking at Lord Black's back with suspicion

Sirius Black would never have cast such a spell on the elf, something was wrong with his sister's father

Besides, he didn't hear any whispers, what the hell was Sirius talking about?

Aemon would get to the bottom of this, one way or another