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Lily Potter, Central Yard — Potter Manor

Lily was almost certain that she had never experienced a more surreal moment than this.

Seeing her beloved Lord having sex with his wife, Marika, in the central courtyard of Potter Manor was almost too much to process.

“Do you feel uncomfortable? You should see them in Leyndell. Our beloved usually disappears for months to fornicate with Queen Marika. They often remain together for months at a time,” said the beautiful and mysterious Ranni, making Lily stare at her in complete disbelief.

“Months? How is that possible?” Lily asked, utterly dumbfounded, although unable to tear her gaze away from the erotic spectacle before her.

Ranni simply laughed, while Melina shook her head and replied cautiously.

“Our beloved husband is a God, Lily — the Supreme Ruler of Leyndell, the Elden King of the Lands Between — and therefore carries great responsibilities. Among them is repopulating the earth, an act that my mother Marika enjoys far more than she should.”

Lily nodded, shuddering as she watched Harry hold Marika effortlessly in the air. The blonde moaned obscenely, a radiant smile spread across her face while her body trembled as Harry pumped his seed deep inside her. It was such an abundant amount that part of it began to spill down the curves of Marika’s femininity.

And to Lily’s disbelief, Harry’s seed was golden, no doubt overflowing with magic itself.

“Oh, for the Great Tree! Yes, my Love! Let us create more life! Let us fill this world with our Light!” Marika cried out, her eyes shining like twin golden suns as she reached the most intense orgasm Lily had ever witnessed, releasing a stream of feminine nectar mixed with Harry’s seed, making them both roar toward the heavens in absolute ecstasy.

Lily could only gasp softly, her legs trembling violently at the sight of Harry’s actions…

But the truly astonishing thing happened afterward, when from the golden pool… a tiny sprout suddenly emerged.

To Lily’s disbelief and amazement, it began to grow rapidly, transforming from a tiny shoot into an imposing, beautiful, and ethereal tree with a pale white trunk and magical leaves of the same color, resembling crystal beneath the moonlight while radiating a glow of their own.

Lily simply stared in stunned silence at her son’s beautiful creation, which, to her surprise, swayed gently from side to side as if it were somehow… alive.

Marika did not even bother dressing herself again. Her body was pure perfection as she gazed upon the beautiful tree with infinite maternal love and pride.

“Oh, my love! Look at our beautiful son! He’s perfect!” she exclaimed joyfully, while Harry rested a possessive hand upon her hip and nodded proudly.

“He is. He’s barely a newborn, but he will soon reach maturity,” Harry said, clearly proud of what he had created.

And Lily could not blame him. What Harry had just done violated every magical law she had ever known.

Did Harry Potter even possess limits? she wondered, although something deep inside her already knew the answer.

Harry, like Marika, did not bother dressing himself either. Much to Lily’s guilty pleasure, he simply walked completely naked toward her, each step causing life itself to sprout beneath his feet and spread slowly throughout the Manor grounds.

Potter Manor was utterly unrecognizable. The partial ruin in which her family’s ancestral home had once existed had completely vanished. Monstrous wards protected the property, overflowing with powerful magic that saturated the atmosphere itself.

Marika, Harry’s wife, simply reclined beside the tree, gently stroking the trunk while speaking tenderly to it, occasionally glancing at Harry as though she already desired another three hours of wild sex without interruption.

Unfortunately for her, Harry’s attention now rested upon his next victim… wife, Lily corrected herself internally.

Melina, if Lily remembered correctly, bit her lip as she raised her gaze toward Harry, desire plainly visible within her eyes.

“My Lord Husband, I am your humble servant,” she said, kneeling before Harry while awaiting his command.

Harry stared at her silently for a long moment, slowly circling around the kneeling woman, who never once raised her head while waiting for her husband’s words.

Lily could not help but shudder. The power… the dominance… the magic Harry wielded was perhaps the greatest aphrodisiac she had ever witnessed.

“I gave you an entrustment, my wife. Have you made your choice?” her son asked, caressing Melina with extreme gentleness while his fingertips glowed with golden magic, filling his wife with warmth and relaxation.

Melina, her eyes closed, answered softly.

“Yes, my King. Unicorns are beautiful beings. I wish to be taken as a unicorn,” said the beautiful woman.

Harry looked at her proudly and nodded.

“So be it.”

Then, a primal pulse of magic erupted from her son, while slowly, both he and Melina began to transform. Her daughter-in-law took on the elegant and beautiful form of a female unicorn, with white fur, a pearlescent horn, and golden eyes that betrayed the divine nature of the creature. Harry, meanwhile, adopted a larger and far more muscular form, with black fur and a golden horn, much bigger and more imposing than his female counterpart.

Lily stood utterly speechless at the sight of Harry transforming into a magical beast… a magical feat that until moments ago she would have considered utterly impossible.

And then, in the blink of an eye, her beloved son, in his unicorn form, bit Melina firmly by the neck before mounting her from behind and claiming her with a single powerful thrust, causing the mare to neigh loudly in obvious pleasure.

Both creatures quickly became lost within their own world. Harry neighed deeply in his unicorn form while a radiant golden glow emanated from both of them. Nearby, Marika watched the act while reclining against the newly born golden tree, gazing proudly at her sister-wife.

Lily had become so engrossed in the spectacle before her that she failed to notice the arrival of Harry’s third wife, Ranni, until the redhead finally spoke.

“It is quite an interesting sight, isn’t it? Watching the Elden King takes Marika and Melina has always been one of my favorite pastimes,” said the beautiful woman, startling Lily slightly.

“Have they always been so… fiery?” Lily asked breathlessly, shuddering when another loud neigh echoed through the courtyard while Marika calmly instructed Melina on how to “properly receive her husband.”

Ranni merely laughed softly.

“Oh, dear… they are actually holding back right now. The golden tree is only a baby. Normally, Marika and Harry copulate for months. The last time, they created an entire race of nymphs, faithful servants of their father who now inhabit the forests of Leyndell,” the redhead explained with a mischievous smile, making Lily blush furiously despite herself.

Unfortunately, her imagination betrayed her immediately, vividly picturing Harry and Marika locked together for months beneath endless golden skies, creating life with every touch and every climax.

Before Lily could respond, however, Ranni stepped closer and delicately caressed her cheek, observing her with amusement and open curiosity.

“Does the naughty redheaded woman harbor thoughts about our beloved husband?” Ranni purred teasingly. “I cannot blame you, you know. Harry has that effect on every female he encounters, regardless of species… but you are special.”

Lily shuddered violently beneath the woman’s touch.

“Lily Potter… you are family. Therefore, you shall become an upper consort. Never equal to Marika, Melina, or myself, of course… but important within the hierarchy of Leyndell. It is necessary that you understand your future responsibilities.”

Ranni’s tone became firm enough to make it clear that she was entirely serious.

“What responsibilities?” Lily asked with a slight frown, genuine curiosity overtaking her embarrassment.

She already knew what Leyndell was — the capital of the empire Harry ruled, and the place where she and Dalia would eventually live beside him once the tournament was over, leaving the wizarding world behind forever.

And truthfully… Lily did not consider that a loss.

This world had brought her little besides pain, war, and terrible memories. An eternity beneath her son’s protection sounded infinitely preferable.

An eternity as one of Harry’s many mistresses, she thought with a trembling shiver.

Would her beloved Lord do to her what he was currently doing to his wives? Would he claim her body over and over again until she gave him powerful princes and beautiful princesses to populate his kingdom?

The mere thought made Lily tremble with shameful excitement.

Ranni, who seemed capable of reading her thoughts like an open book, simply laughed softly.

“Oh, my dear, you are wonderfully transparent… Yes, everything you imagine shall come to pass. You will give him children — ten? A hundred? Perhaps even more. Leyndell is vast, after all… and we shall require many princes.”

The maiden purred those words while taking Lily gently by the arm and leading her toward the Manor, leaving behind the pair of unicorns and the glowing golden tree.

Together, Lily and Ranni stepped through one of the golden portals scattered throughout the Manor, instantly appearing inside the private chambers of Harry’s third wife.

Ranni slowly approached the massive circular bed while her robes gradually dissolved into glittering particles of blue light, leaving her flawless body completely exposed before Lily’s widening eyes.

“Come here, little one,” Ranni whispered firmly. “Undress for me. Let us see exactly what you have to offer my husband.”

Lily raised an eyebrow, though she slowly began walking toward the enormous bed with a subtle sway of her hips, a sensuality buried for years suddenly rising to the surface like a dormant flame finally awakened.

The hunger within Ranni’s gaze filled her with a deep, unfamiliar heat — one far stronger than anything she had ever experienced with James.

Slowly, Lily removed her robes, allowing the fabric to slide from her body until she stood completely naked before the redheaded goddess.

Ranni observed her carefully and nodded with clear approval at the sight of Lady Potter’s mature and elegant beauty.

“Harry and you speak of this place constantly… Leyndell. What is it truly like?” Lily asked curiously as she climbed onto the bed beside Ranni, letting out a soft moan when the woman’s delicate fingers began to caress her breast.

“Oh, Leyndell is beautiful, dear,” Ranni replied dreamily. “A fertile and vast magical land… but painfully empty. Since Harry ascended as Supreme Sovereign, we have been extremely careful. It is a magnificent city filled with colossal towers that pierce the heavens, endless golden fields, and ancient forests overflowing with magic… yet there are so few inhabitants.”

Ranni’s hand slowly drifted lower across Lily’s body as she spoke, her voice almost hypnotic.

“There is much work to be done. We must repopulate the entire world. That is why my beloved husband is so excited about this journey.”

Lily shivered softly beneath the woman’s touch, her legs parting instinctively as she surrendered herself to the warmth building inside her body.

“I suppose Harry intends to gather an army of witches and magical creatures for his stable,” Lily murmured breathlessly. “Faithful servants to help him repopulate his world.”

Ranni looked at her proudly, almost approvingly.

“Indeed. Just imagine the possibilities… a truly magical civilization, free from secrecy, free from hunger, free from crime. Hundreds of women devoted to bringing forth the first generation of Leyndell’s future inhabitants…”

The redhead smiled with almost religious reverence.

“It shall be glorious.”

Lily moaned more openly now, trembling as the pressure growing inside her body became increasingly difficult to ignore.

“When will he take me?” she whispered shakily. “I feel his desire every time he looks at me. It feels like a claim… as though he already owns me with nothing but his gaze, and yet…”

Ranni interrupted her with an amused smile.

“And still he has not taken you? Has he not bent you over and fucked you exactly as you so clearly desire?”

Lily flushed deeply, though she still nodded in shameful honesty.

Ranni laughed softly, once more caressing Lily’s chest while responding in a teasing tone.

“It is quite simple, dear. You merely need to capture his attention properly.”

Her pale blue eyes gleamed mischievously.

“Would you like my assistance accomplishing that?”

Lily nodded without even a moment of hesitation.

Ranni’s smile widened slowly, beautifully… and dangerously.

A chill immediately crawled down Lily’s spine, something deep inside her warning that she had just made a bargain with the devil herself.

And perhaps… she truly had.

Druella Malfoy, Malfoy Manor — Wiltshire

The clock struck eight, and Druella could not help swallowing nervously at the ominous sound echoing through the central hall of Malfoy Manor.

“Back straight, Druella. Lord Potter will arrive at any moment,” her mother instructed firmly.

Druella frowned slightly, though she obeyed without protest. She knew perfectly well what was expected of her tonight.

Her pathetic father stood near the center of the drawing room, visibly trembling at the mere thought of standing before the terrifying and all-powerful Lord Potter. Narcissa had personally forced him to remain present for the meeting.

Druella’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted when the Floo flames roared violently.

However, instead of the usual emerald green, the fireplace erupted with a brilliant golden inferno, bathing the entire hall in radiant light as the imposing figure of Harry Potter stepped through the flames as though the Manor already belonged to him.

Lucius swallowed hard before forcing himself forward.

“Lord Potter, I… AHHHHH!”

His father’s words were cut short instantly. Harry had not even bothered to draw a wand.

An overwhelming pulse of invisible force slammed Lucius violently to the ground, forcing him into a position of complete submission with his forehead pressed against the marble floor directly at her new Lord's feet.

Druella shuddered violently at the terrifying display of dominance, warmth immediately pooling between her thighs despite herself.

Her mother did not even flinch.

Narcissa stepped forward gracefully before lowering herself into a deep bow, shamelessly exposing the perfect curves of her body to the handsome young Lord standing before them.

Lucrecia followed immediately after, submitting herself just as quickly to the apex predator within the room.

Neither woman was foolish enough to misunderstand reality.

Tonight, House Malfoy would effectively cease to exist. Lucius would not survive until morning… and both she and her mother would become little more than concubines belonging to House Potter.

After all, a man capable of cursing an entire bloodline was not someone to oppose lightly.

Both Druella and Narcissa understood this perfectly. Lucius would serve as an example. Neither woman doubted that for a second.

“House Potter demands retribution. Your life shall suffice, Lucius. Do not concern yourself, however… I will care for your wife and daughter exceptionally well,” Harry said calmly, his eyes glowing with terrifying golden light.

To Druella’s disbelief, her father’s body immediately began to simply disintegrate.

Slowly, Lucius Malfoy crumbled into ash before dissolving entirely into glittering golden dust.

The process lasted only seconds.

Harry Potter was not making empty threats. That much was painfully obvious.

And strangely enough… Lucius’s death stirred absolutely nothing inside Druella.

Her father had never shown her genuine affection nor even the slightest consideration. His death inspired only cold indifference within her heart, always looking to selling her to the highest bide.

Narcissa stepped forward before gracefully lowering herself to her knees at Harry’s feet, complete submission evident in both her posture and voice.

“House Malfoy humbles itself before House Potter and submits as its loyal vassal, my Lord. Accept its Ladies as humble offerings to repay the debt left behind by my foolish and now deceased husband.”

Druella immediately followed Narcissa’s example, kneeling silently while awaiting judgment from the overwhelming being standing before them.

Harry did not answer immediately.

Instead, heavy footsteps echoed slowly through the chamber as he approached them with terrifying confidence.

Druella hesitantly raised her eyes just enough to watch Harry position himself directly behind Narcissa before grabbing her by the back of the neck and forcing her to look directly into his glowing golden eyes.

“I, Harry Potter, Elden King of the Lands Between and Lord of Leyndell, accept your vassalage, Narcissa Malfoy. I claim both as trophies of war. From this moment onward, House Malfoy belongs eternally to House Potter… and you shall serve as my eternal subjects. So shall it be.”

The moment those words left his lips, brilliant golden magic erupted from Harry’s hand and struck the back of Narcissa’s neck directly.

Narcissa cried out sharply as Potter magic invaded her very core, bending and reshaping her completely.

Her eyes glowed gold as agony rapidly transformed into pleasure.

Pain gave way to bliss, and the grimace upon Narcissa Malfoy’s face slowly melted into pure ecstasy.

Druella watched in stunned silence as her new Lord finally released her, revealing a glowing golden mark upon the back of Narcissa’s neck — a magnificent tree radiating with divine magic.

Narcissa collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily from exhaustion, yet wearing the happiest smile Druella had ever seen upon her mother’s face as she gazed up at Harry Potter with complete devotion.

“Your new responsibilities shall be assigned within the week. Spread word of what has happened here tonight. House Potter shall collect everything it is owed,” Harry declared solemnly.

Narcissa immediately lowered herself further, reverently pressing her lips against the tip of Harry’s boot before answering obediently.

“As you command, my Lord.”

Harry nodded once before turning his full attention toward Druella, whose throat tightened instantly beneath the weight of his gaze.

“Come here,” he ordered simply.

And Druella — like any proper witch trained to obey the commands of a powerful wizard — obeyed without hesitation.

Slowly, she crawled toward her new Lord until she reached his feet before lowering her head and exposing the back of her neck in the same manner as the former Lady.

“I am yours, my Lord,” Druella whispered softly, shuddering as she felt the overwhelming pressure of Potter magic enveloping her body.

It was powerful. Terrifying. Absolute.

And yet… it did not feel unpleasant.

Quite the opposite.

It felt warm. Protective. Almost intoxicating.

Like being wrapped within an enormous blanket of divine power that accepted her submission completely.

“So be it,” Harry declared solemnly as he rested his hand against the back of Druella’s neck.

For a brief moment, Druella felt absolutely nothing.

Then—

“AHHHHHHH!”

The young Malfoy screamed in agony as Potter magic invaded her entire being, penetrating deep into her magical core itself.

It purified her.

Reshaped her, make her completely his.

Burned away every imperfection while molding her into something worthy of serving the terrifying God standing above her.

The pain was unbearable… but lasted only an instant.

And afterward came pleasure.

The most overwhelming pleasure Druella had ever experienced in her entire life.

Far greater than the secret nights she had shared with Daphne and Pansy within the dungeons of Slytherin.

The euphoric sensation flooded every inch of her body before finally fading, leaving her trembling weakly upon the floor as she felt the fresh mark of her new master burning gently against the back of her neck.

A symbol declaring her as one of Harry Potter’s many bitches.

“Welcome to the Potter family, Druella. I expect great things from you,” her new Lord said with faint amusement in his voice.

Druella could barely even lift her head. Her body felt heavy, exhausted, almost boneless beneath the lingering aftershocks of Potter’s magic.

“I let you recover. I have the entire night free, when you can stand on your own, moves toward the master room, I shall await you there with my new toy.” Harry stated calmly before turning toward Narcissa.

“Narcissa. Take me to your chambers. It is time for you to attend to your Lord properly.”

“As you command, my Lord,” Narcissa replied instantly.

The beautiful blonde rose gracefully before beginning to lead Harry deeper into the Manor halls, her hips swaying seductively with every step.

Harry followed closely behind her, casually slapping Narcissa’s ass the moment he reached her side, earning a pleased gasp from the newly branded witch, at the same time her robe starts to burn in a golden fire, leaving her totally naked.

The final thing Druella saw before exhaustion finally claimed her was Harry Potter’s large hand firmly gripping Narcissa’s voluptuous body possessively as the pair disappeared deeper into Malfoy Manor.

It was painfully obvious that Narcissa Malfoy was about to endure a very… very long night.