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Isabella Malfoy, Some Time Later – Malfoy Manor

The young Malfoy’s body felt heavy, but…better than she had ever felt before, her body warm and exquisite, a pleasurable sensation covering every inch of her skin.

-Merlin, my head- muttered Isabella with a slight grimace, shivering as she remembered everything that had happened, including the way her new Lord had claimed her for himself.

The young witch blushed deeply while remembering how she had fainted pathetically the moment her Master’s magic touched her own, but she simply could not help it, Lord Harry’s magic was…overwhelmingly intense.

Just remembering it made moisture invade her petals all over again.

With trembling legs, she began walking toward her mother’s chamber, remembering how before passing out her new Lord had taken Lady Malfoy toward the upper rooms and Isabella did not need to be the brightest witch in Hogwarts to deduce what Lord Harry intended to do to her mother.

-OH MY LORD! MERCY! YOUR FAITHFUL SERVANT NEEDS REST!- Narcissa’s voice cried out, piercing the silent halls of Malfoy Manor and paralyzing Isabella with conflicted emotions.

She could hear the lewd sounds clearly, Narcissa’s cries and her desperate pleas for more.

More sensations.

More pleasure.

She listened attentively as her mother lost herself completely within pleasure, promising all the gold of House Malfoy, their lands and even her very being to her new “God”, swearing to become the most loyal and submissive of his priestesses.

Isabella simply swallowed hard, incapable of stepping inside her mother’s chamber, yet equally incapable of fleeing, the sounds coming from that room…

-Breed your servant my Lord! Bless me with your divine seed and allow me to bear you an army of demigods! I shall become your instrument of creation! Your most loyal devotee! I…AAAHHHHHG!-

Isabella could not stop herself from trembling at those words leaving her mother’s lips, her entire body shaking uncontrollably while every drop of blood within her veins burned with heat and lust.

She had…she had to leave this place immediately.

However, the moment Isabella prepared to walk away and grant her mother privacy, Lord Harry’s firm voice echoed through the hallway.

-Isabella, join us please-

Those words paralyzed her instantly.

Her breath vanished.

Her pupils dilated.

And slowly, the bedroom door opened before her, revealing the most obscene and delicious sight the young witch had ever witnessed in her entire life.

The room reeked of sex, a heavy and intoxicating scent that invaded Isabella’s nose with the subtlety of a charging Graphorn, but honestly…

The beautiful young Malfoy scarcely cared.

Her full attention remained fixed upon the breathtaking scene before her eyes.

Her new Lord stood completely naked, his magnificent physique fully exposed for Isabella’s delight, his messy black hair giving him an appearance that could only be described as divine for lack of a better word.

However, the blonde’s true attention focused entirely upon the utterly pathetic state Lady Narcissa had been reduced to.

The mature witch was utterly lost within a world of pleasure and perversion, the proud and refined Lady had vanished entirely, leaving behind only a needy woman who for far too long had lived with her feminine desires neglected and unsatisfied.

And now…

She had finally found a wizard capable of putting her in her place.

Narcissa Malfoy was naked, her face completely lost in pleasure while her beautiful and generous breasts bounced in rhythm with the relentless thrusts of Lord Harry’s virility.

Lady Malfoy was not even standing upon the chamber floor.

Her feet dangled helplessly in the air, her body held aloft solely because she remained impaled upon the impressive length of the new Lord of House Malfoy.

The sight was so perverse and hot that Isabella couldn't help but lost herself in the way her mother twitch every time Lord Harry spears her with his length.

A Lord who, without even bothering to look directly toward Isabella, calmly ordered.

-Come here-

And like the obedient witch she was, Isabella obeyed instantly, approaching with hesitant steps until she stood only a few feet away from the scene, observing carefully the state Narcissa Malfoy had been reduced to.

Lost in pleasure.

Completely dominated, conquered and broken by Harry Potter.

Her mother’s stomach appeared swollen, undoubtedly the result of the incredible number of times Lord Harry had flooded her womb with his powerful seed, though it was obvious Lady Malfoy stood upon the edge of collapse.

-My Lord…my love…mercy, mercy please, I need to…catch…my breath- pleaded the once proud Lady Malfoy, now transformed into Lord Potter’s personal whore.

A role her mother appeared remarkably pleased to fulfill, Isabella thought with a small frown.

Moments later, Lord Potter finally took pity upon Narcissa Malfoy’s exhausted but thoroughly satisfied body and slowly withdrew his virility from her depths, releasing, much to Isabella’s astonishment, a thick golden liquid.

Lord Potter released a satisfied sigh while Narcissa’s completely conquered and overwhelmed body continued floating beside him, still lost within exquisite sensations while Lord Potter’s golden seed slowly dripped across her trembling thighs and muscles.

Her mother continuously murmured about the immense honor of bearing Lord Potter a thousand sons and daughters to cherish, obviously completely lost within her fantasies.

-Your mother is vigorous and voracious, perfect for bearing me powerful children. She shall hold a place of honor among my lesser consorts…just like you- declared her new Lord while gently placing her defeated and conquered mother upon the bed, allowing Narcissa to rest with the largest smile Isabella had ever seen upon her face.

The young Malfoy simply dropped to her knees, lowering her head in an attempt to hide the naked desire burning within her eyes and whispered.

-I am entirely at your disposal my Lord-

Her body trembled uncontrollably, overwhelmed simply by standing so close to Lord Potter’s immense magic.

And when Harry’s large masculine hand gently caressed her head, mixing his magic with hers, dominating her effortlessly through nothing more than his divine presence…

Isabella broke.

The young Malfoy’s eyes rolled backward while her ruined panties became soaked instantly, her body convulsing violently as one of the strongest orgasms of her life tore through her helplessly.

She had just came just from his touching, she was his toy and nothing more.

And she love it.

-Your father was a fool for believing he could take what never belonged to him, do you not agree?- asked her new Lord calmly while continuing to stroke Isabella’s head as though she, Isabella Malfoy, were nothing more than one of his many beloved pets.

Perhaps she truly was, thought the blonde with a blush of shame and guilty pleasure shining within her eyes while the intrusive fantasy of becoming Lord Harry’s perfectly behaved sex pet consumed her entirely.

And then…

Her new God spoke again, his masculine and seductive voice echoing through her soul while an overwhelming magical sensation invaded her completely.

-A glorious future awaits you as one of mine, one of my priestesses in Leyndell- whispered her new Lord and suddenly, the world around Isabella changed completely.

The chamber dissolved within a brilliant golden radiance and in the blink of an eye Isabella found herself standing inside an enormous hall, supported by pillars taller than buildings themselves, so vast and magnificent that Hogwarts suddenly felt utterly insignificant by comparison.

At the far end of the colossal chamber rested an immense and obviously magical throne, utterly titanic and overwhelming in scale.

And seated upon it…

Was her new God.

Hundreds of beautiful maidens knelt elegantly at his feet.

All of them dressed alike, wearing elegant, feminine and revealing white robes accompanied by delicate veils and the most luxurious jewelry Isabella had ever witnessed in her life, while hundreds of children laughed, screamed and danced throughout the massive hall, chasing one another between the pillars while casting playful spells.

An exquisite image, in Isabella Malfoy’s humble opinion.

However…

The greatest surprise came when Isabella noticed who stood directly beside the throne itself.

Clinging proudly and elegantly at the feet of the powerful Lord…

Was Isabella herself sitting beside her own mother.

Both of them smiling radiantly.

Both obviously pregnant.

Their hands resting lovingly upon swollen bellies while groups of beautiful blonde children with golden and emerald eyes ran happily throughout the chamber.

The image was…

Simply hypnotic.

Isabella had always dreamed of possessing a massive family, having grown up painfully alone inside the enormous emptiness of Malfoy Manor.

And now her new Lord…

Her new God…

Would grant her exactly that.

Isabella could barely contain her anticipation at the thought of finally belonging to him completely and beginning to create the dozens of children she had witnessed within that vision.

One blink later Isabella found herself back inside Malfoy Manor once again and already missed the warmth and strange familiarity of the exquisite palace she had just witnessed.

Desperately, the young Malfoy looked toward her new Lord, silently begging with her eyes while not daring to speak aloud.

Lord Harry observed her with visible amusement before asking calmly.

-Did you enjoy your future, dear?- asked her Lord while removing his hand from her head and calmly walking toward the bedroom window.

-Yes my Lord- answered the blonde with complete submission.

-Once the Tournament ends I shall abandon this island forever. Your mother and you shall come with me-

Isabella merely shivered violently before answering obediently.

-As you command my Lord-

The young Malfoy trembled once more the instant Lord Harry’s overwhelming presence stood directly before her again.

From this position, her Lord’s impressive virility hovered only inches away from her face, still carrying the intoxicating scent of sex left behind from his activities with Narcissa moments earlier.

-Clean me- ordered Harry absentmindedly, petting her head.

And Isabella immediately threw herself upon the exquisite organ with desperate hunger, closing her eyes while moaning softly beneath the overwhelming sensations flooding her body.

It was…

The first and only cock she would ever taste in her life.

And by Merlin…

She could easily become addicted to this sensation.

The enormous masculine organ stretched her jaw in an exquisitely painful manner while the scent of manhood invaded her senses completely, overwhelming every repressed desire buried within her.

-My next visit shall be to the Parkinsons- Harry declared calmly while his large hand gripped Isabella by her beautiful blonde hair.

Isabella slowly pulled his virility from her lips while gasping softly for breath, though still visibly enthralled beneath Potter magic.

-An excellent choice my Lord, Pansy and her mother would make perfect additions to your growing stable. Good highborn witches with excellent fertility, they will kneel at your feet with pleasure- declared the young Malfoy honestly, eager to please her new Lord in any possible way.

Harry observed her curiously before slowly pulling himself away from Isabella’s lips and dragging his length across her flushed face in a humiliating yet deeply dominant and lustful ritual entirely his own.

And she just moaned in evident pleasure, his divine magic too overwhelming to her human senses.

Harry smiled faintly before guiding his impressive length back between Isabella’s needy lips.

-Now…tell me everything you know about the Parkinson family. Every…single…detail- ordered her Lord with a seductive tone full of dangerous promise, his eyes studying her like a particularly delicious prey.

And Isabella obeyed.

She answered every single question her new Lord asked while inhaling deeply the virile masculine scent surrounding his length, which continued rubbing possessively against her face, marking her as his.

The night…

Had only just begun for the young Malfoy.

Dalia Potter, Hogwarts

Dalia returned to the castle through Professor McGonagall’s office, the older witch visibly startled the instant she laid eyes upon the young Potter.

-Merlin! Is that truly you Miss Potter?- asked the professor with obvious surprise while staring toward Dalia’s new appearance.

Dalia looked…

Like an entirely different person.

Her old second-hand robes had vanished completely, replaced now by elegant and luxurious silk robes tailored perfectly to accentuate her enviable figure.

Her striking emerald eyes and beautiful red hair had been carefully styled and arranged to perfection, worthy of a true Lady Potter.

Behind her, the fireplace ignited once more.

And emerging from the green flames came a vision just as hypnotic and breathtaking as Dalia herself, though carrying a far more mature and seductive aura.

Lily Potter in person.

Wearing garments similar to Dalia’s own, custom-made and carrying the characteristic colors of Leyndell itself.

Black and gold.

Dalia knew her mother looked spectacular.

Like some ancient Goddess of Fertility capable of inspiring desire-filled stares and breathless sighs from every man foolish enough to gaze upon her.

And Dalia also knew her brother would gladly exterminate any fool reckless enough to place his hands upon either of them.

Dalia and her mother belonged to Harry.

And that fact had been made painfully clear.

The young Potter still trembled whenever she remembered Harry’s overwhelming magic, the way his powerful hands held her waist and pulled her onto his lap…

Merlin.

Simply remembering it made her entire body shake.

She could hardly wait for Harry to finally claim what already belonged to him.

-A pleasure seeing you Poppy- declared her mother with a graceful smile precisely as the infirmary doors suddenly opened in urgency, revealing the pale figure of Headmaster Dumbledore accompanied, as always, by his shadow.

-Lily! A pleasure seeing you again- declared the old wizard, who apparently had not slept properly in days judging by the deep shadows beneath his tired eyes.

Her mother nodded politely, an elegant smile upon her lips while intentionally ignoring the heavy and deeply unhealthy stare Professor Snape directed toward her.

One her mother had long since grown accustomed to enduring.

One that had obviously never been reciprocated.

Oh how Dalia longed for her brother’s return.

The moment Harry witnessed the way the greasy bat looked toward one of his women…

-Lily! We must speak regarding Harry, his actions—-

However, the old man’s words were abruptly interrupted by her mother, whose voice sharpened instantly.

-LORD…Harry. My son is Lord Potter, Headmaster. Refer to him with the respect and decorum appropriate to his station- declared Lily Potter with a deep frown and unmistakable fury burning beneath her calm exterior.

The old wizard appeared genuinely surprised for one brief moment before slowly shaking his head and continuing.

-I understand. The actions of Lord Potter were deeply inappropriate, his treatment of Minister Fudge…Lady Narcissa Malfoy has informed the Ministry that Lord Lucius is dead and that House Malfoy now stands as an official vassal of House Potter!- exclaimed Dumbledore with obvious concern.

However…

Lily Potter’s response halted the old wizard completely.

-Good- she answered simply.

Destroying the manipulative direction of the conversation instantly.

-Cornelius Fudge was a damned degenerate who through bribery and corruption handed Dalia’s rightful lands to disgusting cockroaches like Malfoy and strangely enough, I do not recall seeing you complain or defend my daughter’s rights then…did I?- asked her mother coldly, her emerald eyes filled with dangerous fury.

-What were your exact words Albus? “Lily…you must learn to forgive and let go.” Yet now that a powerful and ruthless Lord Potter has risen and returned the insult to the enemies of our family…you believe you possess the right to come here and lecture me about it?- spat Lily Potter with more rage than Dalia had ever witnessed from her in her entire life.

The old wizard opened and closed his mouth repeatedly before finally recovering enough breath to speak once more.

-Lily…I…-

However, her mother had not yet finished.

-My son shall put every single one of those cockroaches in their proper place. Years of humiliation, insults and incompetence…Malfoy is merely the first. Every family indebted to House Potter shall answer for their actions without exception, but do not worry Albus, I am certain they shall welcome you warmly and you may offer them the exact same answer you once gave me…that they must move on and find forgiveness within their hearts- declared Lily, the mocking contempt toward the Headmaster’s philosophy impossible to miss, as though the emotional chains restraining her for years had finally shattered completely.

Dalia could understand her perfectly.

For the first time since her father’s death, Lily Potter finally felt genuine protection and support from a man once more.

From her new Lord.

From Harry.

Who even while absent continued granting both of them safety and strength.

Merlin…

Dalia already missed her beloved brother.

She had barely reunited with him and yet his mere presence already felt warm and familiar in a way she could scarcely explain.

Her mother inhaled deeply in an attempt to calm herself, though the fire within her eyes never diminished.

-My apologies Headmaster. However, I possess no authority to interfere in my Lord’s decisions. My loyalty and submission belong entirely to House Potter. Nevertheless, Harry shall visit Hogwarts during the Tournament for the Wand Ceremony. I am certain you shall have the opportunity to speak with him directly and express your concerns- declared the redheaded witch far more calmly now before continuing toward the infirmary exit with Dalia quietly following behind her.

-One more thing. This shall be my final year as a professor at Hogwarts. Harry possesses great plans for the future and has expressed his desire for me to participate within them full time. I genuinely appreciate the opportunity, but it is time for me to move forward- declared Lily Potter firmly.

And without waiting for any response whatsoever, Lily Potter took her daughter’s hand and both witches departed the infirmary without looking back.

Toward a new future.

And with only one mission in mind.

To find beautiful and obedient witches worthy of Harry's stable.

-Do you already have someone in mind Dalia?- asked her mother while still lost within her thoughts.

The young Potter swallowed softly before answering.

-Yes. I shall begin with Ginny and Hermione. The three of us are already accustomed to sharing a bed together, we shall have no difficulties sharing a Lord as well…what about you?- asked the young witch curiously.

Her mother looked toward her with a deeply amused smile before answering.

-It is quite simple dear, I am certain Professor Sinistra shall prove more than interested in mapping the unknown skies of Leyndell- declared Lily with obvious amusement dancing across her beautiful face.

Dalia merely shook her head before continuing down the corridor.

There was no time to waste.

Pansy Parkinson, Parkinson Hall – England

-For Merlin’s sake Albert, conduct yourself like the Lord you are- snapped her mother Imelda while staring disdainfully toward the trembling form of her husband.

Although honestly…

Pansy could hardly blame him.

The news regarding Lord Malfoy’s fate still remained fresh within everyone’s minds, Narcissa and Isabella Malfoy reduced entirely into loyal vassals of House Potter.

An elegant way to say that they are Harry Potter's new bitches.

Every Lord who had profited from dealings with the late Minister Fudge was currently terrified beyond reason.

It had become painfully obvious the new Lord Potter possessed little inclination toward mercy.

Though he certainly seemed to possess one for beautiful witches capable of warming his bed.

-We can…we can negotiate. I can pay a fine or perhaps offer Pansy as a concubine, we can…-

The pathetic words of the man Pansy unfortunately called father were abruptly interrupted the moment the fireplace erupted into golden flames, revealing the imposing, masculine and frankly terrifying figure of Harry Potter himself.

Observing Albert Parkinson as though the man were the most insignificant insect imaginable.

-Lord Parkinson…we have a conversation pending- were the only words the handsome Lord spoke.

Pansy glanced toward her mother, who gave the faintest nod in response.

The plan had already been set into motion.

Both of them would survive this.

One way or another.

After all…

Warming the handsome Lord’s bed no longer sounded like such a terrible fate.